Compersion

9 Let Us Wine & Dine You

When Hanna entered the living room, she had two small plates of dessert in each hand. Mark looked over to her and thanked her for an amazing dinner. She was about to offer him some coffee when Mark interrupted her.

"You know, I had brought a bottle of homemade wine, but then remembered drinking alcohol is a sin. I feel terrible."

Hanna told Mark that it was the thought that counted. Mark continued on about how great the wine was and he wished we could experience it's flavor. I shot a look to Hanna and she cocked her head bit and smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sure one glass wouldn't send us to hell, or anything," I joked.

Immediately, Mark grabbed his coat, left the room and went to his car. Hanna asked me if I thought this was a good idea. I assured her it was no big deal. Trying to seem experienced and cool, I told her that I had drunk beer a couple times in the past. I negated to say it was in the past two months. Hanna sat the plates down on the coffee table and then eased back on to the sofa.

"Smash her pussy!"

The words kept ringing in my head and anxiety washed over me. I was so nervous. I had no idea what was about to take place, but I feared the ramifications. When Mark returned, he asked if we had a corkscrew to open the bottle. Hanna and I looked at each other and started laughing. Of course, we didn't have a corkscrew! For a moment, I felt like the whole night had just taken a turn and no pussy smashing was going to take place and then Mark broke the mood.

"Never fear! Mark is here!"

And with that, he pulled a corkscrew from his coat pocket. He extended the wine towards me and asked if I knew how to uncork a bottle of wine. I didn't answer as I was trying to wrap my head around the shift I felt when Mark spoke. He waved his arm and motioned me to the kitchen.

"Hanna, I am going to learn how to uncork a wine bottle," I said, "It's getting a bit chilly in here. Would you mind poking the fire a bit?"

Hanna willing complied and Mark and I went to the kitchen. Mark placed the bottle on the countertop and handed me the corkscrew as he took off his coat and tossed it on the small table by the refrigerator. I turned to face the bottle when Mark came up behind me. He reached his gangly arms around me and grabbed the bottle with both hands. It was if he was grabbing some big, hard penis. He stroked the bottle a couple times- Acting as if he was steadying it. Then I felt Mark press up against me. Within moments, I noticed his hard-on.

"Mark," I whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Just be cool, Malachi," He replied.

I could feel Mark's cock up against my backside as he helped me push the corkscrew into the cork.

"Push the tip in slowly and easy," He whispered in my ear.

"That's right," he continued, "Now, slowly start adding pressure and turning it as you push that screw deeper and deeper into her cork."

I whipped my head to the right, "What did you say?"

Mark laughed and pressed his rigid bent cock against my ass. His whispers in my ear made chills dance about the back of my neck and down my spine. I realized I needed to adjust my stiffening penis which was bound up in my jeans. I reached down and grabbed my dick and slid it over to breathe. Then I drove the corkscrew deeper into the light brown plug and then Mark began to pant and moan as he egged me to pull it out.

"Yeah, Malachi! Pull it out! Pull it out hard. Come on… Do it," He exclaimed.

Suddenly, there was a loud "pop" as the cork exited the bottle's mouth. Mark let out a groan as if he was having the best orgasm ever. I started to laugh and hunched forward as Mark grabbed my hips and pulled me close. I remember feeling so good and warm in his arms. I loved the feel of that big prick of his up against my butt.

"What are you boys doing?!

We were startled and surprised by Hanna who was standing in the kitchen doorway. She had weird look on her face. It wasn't anger. It was disappointment. It was more like innocent curiosity. Mark held on to me for a moment as I tried to stand. Then he laughed off the situation and started rummaging through the cupboards in search of glasses.

"There they are," he said as he retrieved three short glasses. "You two go and relax and let me pour you some wine."

Hanna and I complied and went to the living room. Now, let me tell you, I was really starting to sweat and it wasn't from the heat of the fire. Hanna plopped down on the sofa and as I was about to join her when I caught her noticing the erection in my jeans.

"Malachi," she said, "Is your… Your thing… Is it hard?"

I was saved from answering her when Mark appeared and set two glasses of white wine down before us. Then he left for a moment to get his own glass of wine. He returned and sat down on the chair. He simply looked at us both… With a smile.

"You know," he said, "I have to say that you are my favorite couple that comes into the store."

"We are," Hanna quizzed, "Why?"

"Well, you are both so kind and let's face it," he laughed, "You're the best looking couple in this town!"

Then he picked up his glass and raised it. He nodded to us and we followed suit. He made a toast to Hanna and me and then we both took a sip of the clear, yellow liquid. I shot a look to Hanna, searching her face for approval. That is when I noticed she had gulped down the whole glass of wine. My jaw dropped and I heard Mark begin to laugh.

"Oh shit," he blurted out.

Hanna looked up from the emptied glass and set it down before asking Mark to refrain from coarse language in the house. Mark apologized and then explained that people generally sip wine, not wash their gullet with it. The three of us began to laugh and Mark went to get the bottle. When he returned he refilled Hanna's glass and then told me that we needed to catch up to Hanna. He took his glass and drank till it was emptied. It was now my turn, so I did the same. He filled his glass with more wine and then filled mine.

About an hour had passed when we had finished the last of the homemade wine. I noticed Hanna's eyes were growing heavy and her face was flushed. I felt very warm myself and began to unbutton my flannel shirt. Mark watched me intently before he asked if we would mind him taking his sweater off. I told him that it was fine as the fire was throwing off such heat.

I slipped off my button down shirt and turned my attention to Hanna. She was slumped back on the sofa and watching Mark as he pulled the black, fuzzy sweater of his head. His white T-shirt inched up as if it were attached to the sweater. Hanna fixed her eyes on the black line of hair that disappeared into the waist line of his pants. Then she gently pushed her head back into the sofa as Mark stood up and placed the sweater on the chair behind him.

"May I use your restroom, please?"

"You can use anything you like, Mark," Hanna replied.

When Mark left the room, I asked Hanna what she meant by that. There was a pang of jealousy in my voice and she knew it. She reassured me she was just being polite. I was fine with her answer, but then something inexplicable happened. I felt like I had a case of Tourette's when the vulgar words escaped my lips.

"I thought you might want him to smash your pussy," I blurted out.

Silence.

More silence.

Hanna just sat and stared at me. I felt a lump rising to my throat and thought I might vomit. Then a smile cracked across her face and laughter began to spill from her mouth. I tried to apologize, but she was overcome hilarity. I couldn't help but laugh as well and then I leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you, girl."

Hanna reached her pale white hands to my face and kissed me back. This kiss was intense and filled with passion. Our lips were locked when Mark returned. Hanna and I were so entranced that we did not notice Mark standing next to us… Watching us. Then again, maybe we did notice and just chose to ignore him. Or… Maybe we liked the idea of him watching us.

After a few minutes had passed, I sat up on the sofa to see the outline of Mark's hard, curved dick from beneath the fabric of his slacks. Hanna turned her head and she noticed it as well. She sat up to make herself more alert. She was fixated on the long bulge and I saw her softly brush her thigh.

"You want that big cock to smash your pussy?"

I couldn't believe that question came from my mouth. I was shocked silly and thought Hanna would be as well, but she simply sat there gazing at Mark's crotch. I looked up to Mark and he nodded. I made a face to let him know I wasn't sure what he meant. Then his lips parted and I heard him speak.

"Hanna, I would love to smash your pussy."

Hanna immediately turned her attention to me. She looked down to my crotch and could see my stiff prick poking the front of my jeans, making them tent. She leaned in to kiss me as she placed her hand on the bulge between my legs. She rubbed it with some pressure as she forced her tongue into my mouth. Mark inched closer to us till he was standing right in front of our faces. Hanna sat back and looked again at the hard cock hidden in those black slacks.

"Grab that big, hairy cock, Hanna."

Again, I shocked myself by my own words. What was more shocking was Hanna's willingness to comply. She reached out and ran her fingers along the rigid boner. Then more words forced their way out of my mouth.

"You like his dick?"

Hanna nodded.

"Unfasten those pants, Mark, and show her that big, bent cock of yours."

Mark eagerly began unbuttoning his pants and let them drop to the floor as he pulled his huge penis out from the white briefs.

"Look at that precum oozing from his big dick, baby," I said.

Mark flexed a bit and his cock jutted up and down causing a bead of precum to dangle from his piss-slit.

"Hanna, why don't you put that dripping cockhead in your mouth?"

She looked at me puzzled.

"His precum tastes so good," I said, "Just taste it."

She sat motionless as if I were speaking in some unknown tongue.

Agitated, I blurted out, "You just put that fucking cock in your mouth, Hanna… Like this."

With that, I leaned forward and pushed Mark's throbbing, curved cock into my mouth. The taste of it was unbelievable. I sucked and sucked… trying to get every drop of precum. Then I drew back my head and swallowed hard. When I looked at Hanna, her jaw had dropped and her eyes had widened.

"Go, Hanna," Mark whispered, "You can try too."