Image by the fabulous Stuart F Taylor
When I first read this story – an exquisite fantasy written by Jaimie of Jaimie’s Erotica – my first thought was ‘holy shit, I have seen videos like this and they made my cunt flood too!’. My second thought was ‘why do we not write more erotica with a heavy focus on precum?’. In this fabulous story, Jaimie and her girlfriend experiment with a little kinky DIY so they can live out their dreams of teasing a guy’s dick through a hole they’ve cut in a second-hand kitchen table. It’s exactly as hot as that sounds, with an additional stunning emphasis on how horny it is to get to play, taste and paint each other with eager little droplets of precum. Unngh. Check out Jaimie’s blog at the link above, read her previous guest blog The Chatelaine (a beautifully atmospheric Halloween-themed piece), follow her on Mastodon or BlueSky, and keep an ear out for some of her incredible work appearing on the audio porn project this year too!
Drink you under the table
‘How heavy is he?’ A asked.
‘How would I know? It’s not the sort of thing you ask someone.’
‘It’s pretty important though, isn’t it? Y’know, if we’re going to be underneath him. If it collapses, we’re going to end up being pretty squished.’
‘It’s not going to collapse. This is a solid wood table.’
A and I had just taken delivery of a second-hand kitchen table—an oblong, orangey-pine 1990s one with easily detachable legs—an important consideration, since it would need to be stored in the garage between uses.
Having got it home, the next job was to make the hole. A power drill and a jig saw had been borrowed. We’re both pretty useless at DIY jobs, and neither of us should really be allowed anywhere near power tools, let alone allowed to wield one. This wasn’t the sort of task which one could ask a dad or brother to help with, though. There was no innocent reason why we’d need to make a four-inch diameter hole in the middle of a second-hand dining table.
Fortunately, with an overabundance of caution and safety goggles, we managed to complete the task with no loss of fingers or eyesight.
‘I hope he appreciates the attention to his comfort,’ said A, buffing off the rough edges with sandpaper. ‘Still, I suppose we wouldn’t want to be liable if he got a splinter in his dick.’
I guess I need to confess what we were up to, by way of explanation.
Occasionally, A – my beautiful girlfriend – and I like to watch porn together. One day, we stumbled across a scene of a gorgeous, naked woman underneath a table with a man lying on top of it. There was a hole in the table through which his penis was dangling. You can imagine what she was getting up to. We’d watched it a number of times.
‘We should totally – hnnnngh – totally do that.’
A agreed – I think – by making a sound in the back of her throat. She couldn’t answer properly because her tongue was buried in my cunt, while I watched the scene again on our bedroom TV.
‘I mean it. You and me – fuck, there! – You and me underneath, edging him while we play with all of that messy pre-cum – oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m fucking coming!’
We’d been bouncing the idea of introducing a penis-owning third to our playtimes as an occasional treat for several months, and this particular idea wouldn’t go away.
The following week, we went for a drink with an ex-lover of mine, a guy I’d parted on good terms with, kept up some occasional flirty banter with, and who, crucially, we would both feel safe with.
Let’s call him Mal. The evening went well. A liked him, so that Saturday, late afternoon, Mal arrived with a look of excited anticipation, flowers and a properly chilled bottle of champagne. Remind me why I’d stopped seeing him…?
We’d spent the intervening days winding Mal to fever pitch: a few pictures, hints of what we were going to do with him. A took a selfie with her lying on the bed and my head buried between her legs and sent it to Mal.
He seemed to like it.
We cracked open the champagne and sat sipping it, us in tight, short mini-dresses and he in his jeans and tee. The furniture in our lounge had been pushed back to make room for the table, now standing in the middle of it like some sort of sacrificial block.
Mal had specified what he wanted us to wear, but we’d decided to decline politely.
‘We don’t want to wear our best stockings just for you to ruin them by squirting cum all over them,’ I explained. ‘It’s not all about you, you know?’ A giggled. ‘Anyway, you won’t be able to see us.’
So, having undressed him and arranged him on the table, face up and cushioned with towels and a pillow for his head, we stripped down to bras and thongs. His eyes were popping as we went to the end of the table where his head was. I stroked his forehead while A ran her fingertips lightly over his chest. The white hand towel draped over his loins began to rise.
‘Are you ready for your massage, sir?’
Both of us were armed with massage oil. A set about massaging Mal’s legs while I focused on his upper body. It didn’t take long until he’d erected a proper tent, constructed from our hand towel and his own tent pole. His head was propped on the pillow, watching. Eyes wide.
‘Are you ready for the second part of your massage, sir?’ said A, in the sort of voice that would normally cost £2.50 per minute. She leaned across him; her glossy lips hovering an inch away from his.
I was seeing another side to A.
Without waiting for his response, I whipped the towel away. Oh my.
‘Gosh, it’s all coming flooding back to me.’
I pulled A to me. Reaching behind her, I unclipped her bra and pulled it down her arms. She turned me around so I was facing Mal, my back to her, and reciprocated. Reaching around me, she began to caress and knead my boobs while Mal watched, his eyes on stalks. I turned, pulling A to the side a little so that Mal would see us in side profile as we kissed deeply, hands roaming across each other’s bodies.
‘Fuck – that’s so hot,’ breathed Mal, reaching his hand towards A’s peachy arse.
I swatted his hand away.
‘NO! You must not touch!’ I took A’s hand and placed it at the base of Mal’s shaft. ‘That’s our job.’ She wrapped her fingers around it, and I caught her glance – her eyes were wide with excitement.
Taking one of the bottles of massage oil, I poured some onto my palm and began to massage it into Mal’s balls, causing him to groan. I deposited some in A’s hand, and she began to stroke the now slippery shaft.
‘None on the head, now.’ I cautioned A. ‘We may want to suck that at some point.’ Mal groaned again.
‘Fuck yes. Fucking suck it. Both of you.’
I smacked his thigh. There was a pleasingly sharp sound as my oily hand came down.
‘Ow. What was that for?’
‘Understand this, Malcolm,’ I said with my sternest voice, ‘you will come when we decide and not before. Once your dick is through that hole, you allow us to do whatever we like with it. Are you up for that?’
Clearly, his response was never in doubt. He rolled over and carefully inserted his cock through our DIY project.
Having wriggled underneath the table, the first issue to resolve was the lack of, um, ‘head-room’. The easiest solution to the problem was for both of us to recline, either side of the dangling cock, like feasting Romans, propped up on an elbow. Bum-shuffling towards each other, we met in the middle.
‘Something seems to have come between us.’ I said.
‘I hope it does. Gosh, I think we’ve got lift-off already!’ A was staring at the engorged tip of Mal’s cock and the droplet oozing from the end of it, slowly pulling away, as if time had slowed or gravity relaxed its grip. I was instantly reminded, with a thrill, of Mal’s tendency to produce a lot of pre-cum. Oh god, this couldn’t be any more perfect. A caught the pearly drip on her index finger.
‘What’s going on down there?’ Mal.
‘Your cock just dribbled onto A’s finger.’
A groan from topside. ‘Oh, fuck, I wish I could watch.’ I leaned forward and gave the head of the cock a kiss, then a stern flick with my fingernail. It flinched.
A circled her nipple with her fingertip, coating it in the glistening pre-cum, and I watched it harden further. ‘Oh fuck,’ she breathed. I leaned in toward the cock; it was important to make sure our supply didn’t dry up, so I took hold of it and ran the flat of my tongue across the underside of his glans a few times, then jerked the shaft with my fist. Another groan.
A reclined a little and opened her legs. I took her hand and sucked the finger which had caught the dribble. The faintly ammoniac taste of cum. I sucked it at her, maintaining eye contact, then shuffled around until I was between her thighs, dipped my head and swirled my tongue around her left nipple. I angled myself to one side, supporting myself with one arm, while with the other I reached up and ran my fingertips up and down the underside of Mal’s cock. I fastened my mouth on A’s hard little bullet of a nipple and sucked, causing her to arch and moan.
‘Oh shit.’ Mal again. ‘What’s going on? Tell me. What’s happening?’
A gasped as I gave her nipple a little nip with my teeth. ‘Jaimie’s sucking your pre-cum off my tit, where I just massaged it in.’
‘Oh fuck! Are you sure I can’t watch?’ I gave his glans another flick with my fingernail. ‘Ouch!’
‘You’re in a vulnerable position.’ I said. ‘Let’s not forget that, Hmm?’
Despite Mal’s impatience, his penis was keeping its end of the bargain. Another glistening drip was launching. We watched it as it slowly descended. I ducked my head, caught it on my tongue and carried it to A, who opened her mouth to me and wrapped her tongue around mine, eager to share the delicacy.
I became so engrossed in the warm, undulating woman underneath me, her hand snaking down towards the gap between my thighs, that I momentarily forgot about the dispenser on the table above us.
My free hand was on autopilot, stroking the underside of the throbbing cock, so when I heard Mal groan, I snapped back; he couldn’t come yet. He had to be desperate, begging for it before we allowed him. I pulled my mouth away from A and gripped the engorged shaft just behind the glans and squeezed.
‘Hey,’ I said, ‘calm down a bit up there. You’re not allowed to come until we say so, remember? Only a groan in response. ‘Oh, hello!’ Another dribble.
It was coming more or less continually now. I leaned out of the way to allow the droplet to fall unimpeded. A and I watched as it dangled, falling in slow motion until… ah! The droplet detached itself and landed with a plop on A’s midriff. She gave a little groan of lust, but the next had already begun its fall. She wiggled backwards a little, trying to judge the landing spot and did so remarkably accurately.
The splot of gooey pre-cum landed on her smooth mound and began to track, stickily, downwards. I chased it, catching it on my tongue, then ducked my head and smeared my combined saliva and his sticky dribble over her clit. She reacted instantly with an involuntary lurch of her hips and a guttural moan. Her pussy slid up and over my mouth and coated my lips. She was drenched. I ran my tongue up through her again, and her lips parted for me; sweet, silky petals, giving up their nectar.
Another gasp, and then another; not A this time. I tore my face away from her delicious cleft and turned to look upwards. She had reached across and was stroking the head of the cock with her fingertips, in a ‘squid’ like motion. It was twitching, and for a moment I feared that she’d gone too heavy, but stopping – probably with no time to spare – she withdrew her hand as another glistening string of goo dribbled down from the twitching dick.
I turned my head a little bit more and, to my satisfaction, was able to catch the droplet as it plopped into my mouth. Another, which I held and shuffled back up the wiggly body underneath me until we were face to face again. I held her face in my hands as our tongues entwined and she licked and sucked the present I’d brought her.
Frankly, the position underneath the table was not, by now, the most comfortable. I made a mental note to procure some blocks to put under the table legs and raise it a foot, maybe. It was a minor inconvenience, though. Discomfort is temporary; cherished memories of depravity are forever.
Our attention was deliciously split between each other and the throbbing, pulsing dick, dangling over us. Little rivulets of pre-cum were on A’s face and body, which was also covered in a sheen of perspiration from our exertions. We lay side by side now, angled to each other and, kissing, began to play with the drips and dribbles landing on us.
We spread our thighs; I draped across her as we moaned and gave little yelps of delight as fresh drips landed on our soft flesh, fingers scooping it, smearing it here, coating fingers which slid into there, nipples hard and tingling, clits sparking; lubed with saliva, cunt juices and the silvery stream trickling down upon us. We reached above us, two hands giving feather-light strokes and gestures to the twitching, leaking cock.
I judged that Mal was reaching the point of no return again, so we took a moment to reposition, sitting this time, cross-legged and stooping inwards, our heads pressed against the hard table.
It was time to fulfil one of Mal’s wishes, at least, so: facing each other we took turns to take the achingly hard cock into our mouths, risking little flicks with the tip of our tongues, passing it back and forth, swapping saliva and Mal’s stream of juices. All three of us were groaning now; existing in that moment to give each other as much pleasure as possible but – crucially – stopping short of the ultimate release.
I was soaking, and so was A. I know this because with one hand each we were pulling the dick between us, positioning it to suck into our mouths or offering it to our lover. Our other hands were busy between each other’s legs. My fingers were lapping through A’s soaking pussy lips, hers strumming my clit. I realised it was becoming as important that we didn’t let our own orgasms get away from us as gatekeeping Mal’s. She twitched and moaned as I pushed the hot purple end into her mouth again.
‘We’d better change up, or we’re going to beat him to it,’ I gasped.
‘Can I come?’ she moaned. ‘I really, really wanna come now.’
I put my sticky finger to her lips. ‘Shusssh. One last thing.’
‘Fucking fuckity fuck.’ Mal’s voice. ‘I swear to god I was right on the edge there. I’ve got to cum. I fucking HAVE to come!’ I gave the underside of his glans a feather-light stroke, causing it to rear forwards again. ‘Oh shit!’
‘Just a little while longer…’
‘No! Let me cum, please. I’m fucking begging you!’ I caught another dribble with my finger and held it to A. She took my finger in her mouth, and I felt her hot tongue as she sucked the finger clean.
‘Patience!’
My neck and lower back ached as we leaned in towards the throbbing cock again, our lips, wet and needy, an inch or two away from the slippery glans. I blew on the underside, a warm breath; ‘haaaahhh’.
A took her cue and followed up by pursing her lips and blowing a stream of cool air on the top side of the glistening head. It twitched, and I heard a gasp from the top of the table. We repeated our trick, as gusts of warm, moist air were followed by a cooler stream.
We set up a rhythm between us like pistons of a steam engine, huffing and blowing on alternating sides of the penis, which was now twitching and jerking continuously; the trickle of pre-cum now practically a stream. We took it in turns to catch the droplets and massage them into each other, kneading and pulling breasts, smearing over soft necks, tummies, thighs. Mal gasping, moaning, and pleading for release, but we were doing just enough to hold him there; just enough to keep him right on the edge, but short of sufficient to tip him.
‘Oh shit, oh Christ, oh fuck, let me cum, let me come. I’ll do anything you want.’ A took the latest dribbles of pre-cum and reached down between my legs and ran her sticky fingertip over my clit, humming with heat and spangling right on the edge of orgasm. In so doing, she had to lean forward, and her soft cheek, damp with perspiration, grazed across the side of the glans, and suddenly the floodgates were open.
As she pulled back, a projectile of semen jetted from the cock with so much violence that I think it startled both of us. It hit A’s chest at the top of her right tit and spattered across and down onto her thighs. A second hit her cheek, the spunk splashing along the side of her face and into her hair. Her mouth caught the third spurt as she fastened her lips around it, joined moments later by my own, jostling for position as the writhing dick jerked between our mouths.
The sight of her splattered with cum was too much. And I fell on her – literally – pushing her backwards onto her pillow as I devoured, sucked and licked. My tongue was in her mouth, and we were almost tearing at each other. This fantasy we’d talked and teased about was suddenly real. She dripped with semen, and she scooped some from her neck as it dribbled along her skin, delivering it between my legs and smearing it all over my clit, using it as lube.
My mouth was now on the side of her face, and I was greedily licking and sucking all of that precious fluid into my mouth. I jolted as her fingers entered me. I was fucking dripping and felt it rushing up on me like a breaker approaching the beach. My own hand found its way down, and the pads of my fingertips raked through her sodden cunt, running in circles around her clit and thrumming across her hard little nub. She gasped and bit my neck.
I’d collected a mouthful of come, so I fastened my lips to hers, and we ground against each other. Mal’s semen passed between us as tongues swirled and fingers buzzed, then, gasping, jerking and groaning, we collided head-on with our orgasms, collapsing in a heaving, jolting, sweaty pile on the pillows beneath the table.
After a short while, I heard Mal’s voice again, sounding a little shaky. ‘Everything alright down there?
‘All good,’ I managed to gasp. ‘Better than good. Great. Fucking brilliant. Feel free to hit the shower. We need to untangle ourselves.’
I planted a kiss on A’s nose and peeled myself off her; we were slick with sweat and a residue of spunk. Locks of hair were plastered to her neck and forehead, stuck there with bodily fluids. Maybe all three of ours? Her face was flushed, and her eyes wide and shining.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
