I don’t know what woke me.
I lay there blinking in the darkening room, some of the candles having burned out.
There was a warm body in front of me and one behind me.
Hair was tickling my nose.
Slowly, carefully, I eased their arms off me and slid quietly down to stand at the bottom of the bed.
There was still enough light in the room to take them in.
I looked my fill.
Jon had rolled onto his back and lay there, one arm thrown over his eyes, his softened center now nestled sweetly into the thick hair there.
Still on his side, Richie’s gift was hidden from me, but not the long line of his body, one leg casually raised, a hand under the pillow.
Lord, I ached.
It was delicious.
The water from the warm shower soothed my muscles, relaxing me as I washed.
I leaned against a wall, just letting the water flow over my skin.
I didn’t hear the door.
I did know the man.
“Richie…” I breathed his name as his arms came around me and he pressed himself against my back.
“Hello, little girl.” His breath warmed my neck as he nuzzled me there, soft lips nipping at an earlobe.
I shivered as he blocked the water with his body.
His arms moved underneath my breasts as he gently stepped backwards, drawing me into the water.
I felt his erection at the small of my back and smiled to myself.
One arm cupped my breast as his other reached for the soap.
I sighed, feeling my nipples harden in anticipation.
Strong fingers held both breasts now as the softly scented soap lathered as he stroked and cupped and pulled and mounded my breasts together, feeling them swell in his hands.
Such large hands.
Such strong fingers.
Thoughts fled and I just felt.
His hands slid up from my chest and over my shoulders, slowly traveling to the small of my back where they dug in, pulling small moans from my throat.
I braced my hands against the shower wall as his fingers moved in circles, wider and wider until they encircled my hips and waist.
He pulled me against him, grinding his length into me and I felt a gush of warmth flood me as my body readied itself.
He turned me in his arms and I had to arch my neck to reach his lips.
Tilting his head to mine, I tasted the sweet warmth of his mouth.
His tongue met mine and played with it until I felt a whimper rise in my throat.
This man made me crazy with need.
Made me want him with every move of his hands, every lick of his tongue, the heat of his shaft pressing against my belly.
I pressed against him, my hands exploring his back and then sliding down over the firmness of his ass.
“You feel good, little girl…” he breathed against my lips.
“Mmmmm … you too … boy …”
I could feel his lips curl into a smile.
He liked playing this game.
I know I did.
The water beat down over us, spraying liquid heat onto the fire of skin.
I felt his urgency rise and knew my body was responding.
I wanted him.
He wanted me.
Ohhh yessss …
He made me take one step backwards until my back was pressed against the tile of the shower wall.
The soap on my back made the wall slick and when Richie grabbed my waist to lift me, I slid up easily.
He angled his hips forward as I wrapped my legs around him, the length of his cock jutting upwards against the front of my pussy.
Hard … hot … h a r d …
… well … shit …
“Richie… please … please … “ My words came out as a pant, deep breaths needed just to speak.
My arms curled around his neck, as I held on, aching to have him inside again.
I could feel his chest rumble as he laughed deep and low.
“What do you want, little one?” His teeth nibbled at my bottom lip and I could tell he was smiling as he did so.
Now I hated him.
He knew what I wanted.
I narrowed my eyes and surprised us both with the growl that came out of my throat.
“You … inside … now … dammit!”
He laughed again as one hand slid to my sweet spot.
“Such an impatient little girl …” His chest rumbled with barely suppressed laughter.
I growled again.
“I told you, I always get what I want.”
“Shhhh…” He whispered the sound against my lips as one hand traveled to touch where I quivered most.
Sweet circles at first as I pressed harder against him, eager to have that length fill me again.
Then he stroked harder and I whimpered as heat rose.
My legs started to shake and I felt myself slipping.
He let me slide to the ground, his hands rising to cup my breasts.
I leaned into those warm hands, the fingers playing against my skin with so much talent.
Richie reached one hand outside the clear shower door and returned with a foil packet in his hand.
Oh … my … god … YES!
I watched him roll the shield down over his length, my tongue licking my lips as he reached the end. My eyes rose to his.
The steam from the hot water swirled around us and my body seemed heavy, while I felt dizzy with anticipation.
His hands returned to me and once again I was slid up the wall, as my legs wrapped around his waist.
No waiting this time.
No more teasing.
His eyes burned into mine as he slowly slid me down and over him.
Sweet god …
I was home.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I don’t know what woke me.
Posted by Sunstreaked at 3:24 PM
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I watched Jon’s face as I worked my way down his trail of belly hair.
I saw the moments when his eyes flared and when they narrowed.
Saw when he sucked in a breath and when he held it.
Saw his throat work to swallow through sudden dryness.
Felt his body tense when I bit him, when my teeth grazed his skin.
I like to bite.
So this was good.
I knew how much he liked it when I reached the end of that line of hair.
Full and thick and bobbing with desire, I gave it a single lick and a moan escaped his throat.
I used my teeth and tongue to explore.
The inside of his thighs.
Behind his knees.
The soft warm hair just above the shaft.
I made soft nuzzling noises even as I teased him with my teeth.
A little harder here, a little softer there.
Never quite touching what he wanted me to.
Until I was ready to.
Until that look … that one he had shown he had inside him … took over his face.
Narrowing his eyes and setting his jaw.
Now I was ready.
A hand on my breast brought my eyes open to see what Richie was handing me.
My lips drew together as I nodded at him and smiled.
Then looked at the man lying there, waiting for me.
There was a welcome tension in his body as I rolled the condom to the base of his shaft.
He was ready.
I was ready.
I shifted until he was directly underneath me as his hands moved to my waist.
Reaching down, I moved the end of him against my wetness, teasing myself and him just a few moments more.
Perhaps I took too long.
Jon thrust his hips up and suddenly I was filled.
He rocked me against him, his eyes never leaving mine.
My hands splayed against his belly, my fingers full of the hair there.
Richie’s hand kept stealing in to tweak my nipple, each time jolting me with the electricity of his touch.
I felt a quivering deep inside, a warming slowly growing.
My eyes closed as sensation built, feeling the hands on my waist, the soft touch at a breast.
My knees lifted me and I fell.
Again and again.
Hard slaps of skin against skin.
Heat against heat.
Then I heard Jon’s voice.
“That’s it, baby … let it go … Jessica … let it go …”
It was that growl he gets in his voice, when he’s fucking, when he’s getting close.
And that’s what did it.
I was hoarse after my final scream.
It didn’t stop.
He didn’t stop.
I rode him, he rode me.
We rode each other.
And then his fingers bruised me.
Slamming me down.
One more raise and then down again.
Sex words poured from his throat.
Near animal sounds from mine.
I slumped over him.
My head against his chest.
Learning how to breathe again.
Wondering if I cared.
Richie’s hand played soothingly along my spine.
Jon’s hands held me tight against him.
He kissed me softly. Lingeringly.
I slipped off in-between the two of them.
Jon turned away for a moment then pulled me in close to him.
I wrapped my arms around him, snuggling my face in closer.
I felt Richie turn and then his body was curled around my back.
They were warm.
We were sated.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I backed away from Jon, teasing, prolonging.
It might have been a mistake.
The strong arms that went around me from behind stopped my movement.
I was caught.
I tried to wiggle away, but the arms just tightened, one hand now clasping a breast in an almost painful grip.
Sheer perversity, a wanting to keep control, made me close my legs, the knees tightly together.
What a waste of effort.
Jon knelt on the bed at my feet.
Richie’s arms tightened further around me, holding me there.
Twisting and turning did nothing.
My feet were grabbed, my legs straightened out.
Then pulled apart.
I panted with the effort of keeping control.
I should have saved those breaths.
Jon put a knee on the bed and then the other, never letting my legs go.
His eyes caught mine.
I couldn’t look away.
I watched him get closer and then still closer.
My mouth opened to tell him ‘no’, tell him not to…
Ohhh … sweet god …
My head snapped back and my eyes closed.
I found myself rising to meet that inquisitive mouth.
Low sounds came from my throat.
I had to see.
Lifting my head, I opened my eyes at the same moment Jon’s eyes rose to mine.
Those blue eyes.
Those hands tight on my thighs.
The other one’s breath on my neck.
Those long fingers on my breasts.
A single … perfect … flick of tongue.
My orgasm rolled through me
Rolled over me.
Tearing strange sounds from my throat.
Each more hoarse than the next.
He never stopped.
They never let go.
I forgot how to breath.
How to think.
I could only feel.
Softly stroking hands brought me out, brought me back.
I blinked at Jon stupidly.
He gave me that damn sexy smirky smile.
I hated him.
Just for that moment.
Jon stood, swigging back his shot of Jack and then glanced over my shoulder.
I felt Richie nod behind me.
My eyes squinted in confusion as Jon walked around the bed and Richie …
… stood in front of me …
… condom on …
Understanding hit and I tried to sit up, my muscles still slack and weak.
I was too slow.
Richie raised my legs and … ohhh …
He entered me, slowly, an inch at a time, as Jon positioned my head on his belly.
The waves from the first orgasm hadn’t even stopped and it was those waves Richie built on.
Long, slow strokes.
Those fingers gripping me, raising me up to meet him.
Like my breath.
Like Jon’s stroking hand on himself below where my head lay on his stomach.
I started to turn my head to watch him.
But apparently Richie doesn’t like being ignored.
He stopped being gentle.
That length hit me fully, deeply.
That switched flipped and I just blazed.
Richie hissed as my walls tightened around him.
Increasing each thrust until with one last “FUCK!” out of his throat he poured out his release.
We came together, grinding against the other, desperate to get closer.
I’m not really sure where I went when my orgasm ripped through me.
It’s a bit of a blank afterwards.
A warm wet washcloth brought me back from wherever I had been.
Richie had cleaned up and was now tenderly bathing me.
I blinked over and over, slowly becoming aware of where I was.
My head still lay on Jon’s belly and I could feel the thick fur there when my cheek was turned.
I met his eyes.
Felt his chest rumble.
“So, how’re we doin’ so far…okay?”
“Hmmm…” I breathed out in a sigh.
I tried to nestle my head back against his dick, but it was too hard, too firm.
I rubbed my head against it anyway, tangling it up in my hair.
“What’s this? Is this for me?”
Crinkling eyes met mine as he smiled, his stomach rising and falling with a deep breath.
“Yeah, that’s for you.”
“Oh goody…” My teeth caught my lower lip.
He made a face at me.
Yeah, that duck lip face.
Then those lips turned into a luscious thick-lipped curl as I rose up over him.
I climbed on top of those hips, nestling his sex against mine.
My hands took on a life of their own.
I touched every hair on that body, every piece of skin underneath it.
Jon watched me as I ran my hands over him.
Little appreciative noises escaping my throat from time to time.
I licked the line of his throat, up to the cleft of his chin.
My tongue scraped along the whiskers there.
I rubbed my lips against his.
No man should have lips this irresistible.
These lips were the reason women sinned, just to have that one taste.
The roughness of the hairs on his face caused my lips to tingle and I felt them swell.
Both from the friction and from desire.
I felt him shifting between my legs, pressing himself against me.
Richie stretched out beside Jon on the bed.
I could feel his hand on my hair, running down my back, while I kissed Jon.
He was sated for now, content just to watch.
Jon’s body called to me.
His skin against mine felt fused, as if something more than sex had been shared.
My lips burned from his kisses, his tongue against mine, his teeth softly biting.
I shifted down, trailing kisses on that chest, those nipples, as I went.
Using my teeth and tongue on the muscles under that skin.
Nipping and sucking.
Licking and tasting.
Working my way down that trail.
Biting my way down.
And I learned something.
Jon likes being bit.
Posted by Sunstreaked at 9:33 AM
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Jon had turned to watch us.
I could see that he had liked what I was doing.
His shaft was firm and upright, bobbing lightly as he glanced at Richie’s hands on me.
I turned him around again.
I was so not done with that ass.
It was a peach.
I bit it again.
Harder this time.
He jerked but didn’t move away.
He did press himself closer against me.
I took what he offered.
Ran my tongue lightly over the firmness of that skin.
Richie’s hands flexed on my breasts.
It startled me and I bit Jon’s ass again.
Perhaps a little too hard that time.
I left teeth marks.
I wasn’t sorry.
Jon might have had enough though as I was suddenly jerked from Richie’s lap.
I landed up against that hairy chest and that firm stomach.
He ground himself into the front of me.
His hand was in my hair as he tilted the line of my throat back to taste my lips.
This kiss was bruising, barely this side of too much.
My tongue met his as he forced his way inside my mouth.
Our breaths mingled, the faint hint of beer and some unknown spice.
My arms wound around his neck as I pressed myself more fully against him.
Heat exploded behind me as Richie moved in.
I was trapped between the warmth of their bodies.
The press of both against my skin was bliss.
Both men crushed their heat, their length, into me.
Bliss became ecstasy.
Four male hands were on me.
At the same time.
Four calloused, roughened hands.
If there was an inch of skin they missed it wasn’t on me.
Turned the way I was, my hands couldn’t reach enough.
Jon was there and I could touch him.
But Richie …
I wanted Richie too.
I get what I want.
I pushed at the chest in front of me and Jon stepped back slightly.
It was enough.
I wiggled out from between the two, leaving them standing there.
Side by side.
Both pointing at me.
And not with their fingers.
I offered them my hands and they held on tight.
We moved as a threesome back to the bedroom.
Back to cool sheets and hot flesh.
I sat down on the bed but held a hand up for them to stop.
Now they were both in front of me.
Both of them.
The light and the dark.
Shadows and moon.
As before, I couldn’t resist what was Richie was offering.
He got my mouth first.
A lick, a kiss, another lick and then I slid my mouth over him.
So hard and so soft at the same time.
And so big.
Jon got my hand, my fingers running over his thickness.
My thumb teasing the underside of the tip.
He leaned into my hand.
I glanced up and saw his eyes were closed.
He liked it.
I nibbled slowly along the vein underneath Richie’s shaft.
It bobbed as my teeth traveled down to where it joined muscled skin.
The brush of it against my cheek was whisper soft.
Richie’s hands came down to wrap themselves in my hair.
Those hands were gentle until I started to nibble on the end.
Running my tongue around the head.
Dipping it in to taste his salty sweetness.
Then those hands tightened in my hair.
Holding me against him, straining, in delicious pain.
The pressure of my mouth tightened until I could stand no more.
I pushed one hand against that hard belly and he released me.
I licked my lips and smiled, a smirk curling my upper lip.
A slight tug of my hand brought Jon’s eyes to mine.
Richie stepped aside.
… sigh …
“Hello…” I whispered, my breath the beginning of my caress.
I indulged myself first, running both hands up from that tight stomach through the hair on his chest to those brown male nipples.
He jerked slightly when I pinched him there and lightly swayed the center of himself toward me.
I gladly obliged.
Silk of another kind, another scent, another taste.
My hand came down to cup the swelling sacs below, drawing him even closer to me.
To my mouth.
To the heat that await him.
His hands drew down towards me, fisting in my hair, too excited to have the lingering, teasing touches.
Cutting my eyes to the side, I could see Richie had sprawled on my bed, one hand around his cock, stroking himself.
I moaned deep in my throat, the vibration bringing a moan from Jon as he slipped himself even deeper into my mouth.
He was close.
I pulled back, releasing him with a loud “pop” that brought a laugh from Richie and a groan from Jon.
He stood for a few seconds, eyes closed, hands clenched at his sides, his cock nearly dancing in frustration.
Then his eyes opened and he looked at me with a mood in his eyes and a set to his jaw that made my skin scream and moisture flood me even as I began to slide away.
I was thisclose to frightened.
I loved it.
Posted by Sunstreaked at 10:32 AM
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I fed them.
We all needed our strength.
The night was still young.
The moon was high.
The wolves weren’t at the door.
They were inside.
And they ate, huge slices of pizza, washed down with beer.
While oh so casually naked.
Have you ever seen Jon’s naked ass?
It’s better than you think.
Or Richie draped over a couch end, one leg thrown over the arm.
Try taking your eyes of that.
I could barely swallow.
The murmur of their voices stopped.
“Hey Jessie girl…” Richie started and then stopped when my eyebrow raised.
He laughed low in his throat.
“How old are you?”
That started me laughing.
“A little late to be asking that, wouldn’t you say?”
Jon’s eyes widened a bit at that.
I turned to him.
“How old are you?”
I couldn’t help the smirky smile that crossed my face.
“I’m 21 boys.”
Richie rolled his eyes.
“Again with the ‘boys’…”
That got me laughing.
“If the shoe fits…”
Jon stood up, indicating his bare feet.
“No shoes here…”
He turned around as if searching for nonexistent shoes and I gasped.
He glanced at me over his shoulder and saw my eyes on his ass.
He gave it a little shake.
My breath caught.
I raised my eyes to his face.
My voice was breathy and low.
He walked over to me where I sat and stood in front of me.
I think he expected me to take him in my mouth.
But I wanted something else.
I put my hands on his hips and turned him around.
His ass was lightly furred…how could it not be?
Rounded like a plum.
Like a peach.
I bit it.
The flesh was firm and warm in my mouth.
He jerked when he felt my teeth but didn’t pull away.
His legs seemed to spread on their own accord, just enough to balance.
My hands had a mind of their own.
So did my mouth.
I started kissing at the base of his spine, my eyes closed.
Nibbling my way down to the firm globes.
Licking lightly and then blowing on the wet hairs.
Richie got up from the couch, a beer in his hand.
He walked over to my chair and stood beside me.
I looked up reluctantly.
“Stand up, little girl…”
Jon took a step forward and I stood.
Richie settled himself down into my chair.
Then his warm hands were on my waist, pulling me back down onto his lap.
He reached down, moving his dick to nestle on the outside of my warm wetness.
I rocked lightly down and back and heard a small noise from him.
His hands came up to cup my breasts, thumbs teasing nipples.
I heard his voice low in my ear.
“Go back to what you were doing…”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Posted by Sunstreaked at 7:04 PM
Saturday, December 19, 2009
A flick of a tongue at my nipple brought my attention back to the man still on the bed.
“You okay, little girl?” He looked deep into my eyes as I peeked down into his.
Sliding down myself a little, I leaned into the warm darkness below me.
Kissing that soft, soft mouth seemed the only choice I could make.
He was so gorgeous and – I was learning – so kind.
He really wanted to know if I was okay.
“Oh yeah, pretty okay.” I smiled a crooked grin and he laughed.
He pulled me up onto him easily as he spoke.
“Come here, baby.”
I fit nicely on top of him, his erect cock digging into my stomach.
It was pulsing.
He kissed me hard, flexing himself upward as he did so.
I think I might have whimpered then.
Was it possible to go from one orgasm right back into throbbing need?
I ran my hands over his arms as my chin rested just between two brown male nipples.
A slight head tilt and one was within tongue reach.
I didn’t hesitate.
Flicking my tongue over the hardening point I felt a pulsing just below my breasts.
He liked it.
I turned my attention to the other sensitive tip and felt a small shudder run through him.
I liked that.
Squirming to get just a little more comfortable, I felt the end of that glorious length slide between my breasts.
I cocked an eye at Richie as he raised his hips to thrust more fully into the valley between my breasts as they lay pressed against him.
My skin felt moist with sweat and he used that, used the slickness of the flesh around him to ease his passage, thrusting more fully as his hands drew down to mound my breasts together.
I heard the door open behind me and then felt a hand in my hair, pulling my neck up which allowed Richie to see the tip of his cock thrusting out the top of my breasts.
His eyes closed for just a moment as he lost himself to the sensation.
He was sitting up even before his eyes opened as I felt myself lifted by his strong arms to a straddle over his lap.
A foil packet hit him in the chest and with a practiced motion he tore into it with his teeth.
I would have helped.
I wanted to help.
I needed to help.
But the man behind me refused to release my hair, pulling me backwards as I waited with breath quickening, knowing what was going to happen.
Richie would be inside me in a moment and I knew how that would feel.
The fullness I would experience.
Riding him as he lay beneath me.
Suddenly it was there.
And I was wrong.
What’s it like to have something that big inside you?
He must have known.
Because he went oh so slowly and yet it still burned.
Hands under my arms slowly lowered me, while the hand in my hair now strangely provided support.
I sank deeper.
He entered deeper.
And then he began to move, to urge me to ride him.
And I did.
Using my knees I raised myself up and then sank again, feeling my insides stretching to try to fit inside that which was too large, too much.
A whimper escaped my throat and I couldn’t help it.
It was just too much.
Richie’s hands settled around my waist, aiding me as I attempted to take him all in, to accept everything he had to give.
I felt a weight on the bed behind me as Jon knelt there, between Richie’s outstretched legs.
He released my hair and my neck sank forward in relief, even while I missed the control that hand had provided.
Warm fingers slid over my shoulders, moving forward until he cupped the fullness of my breasts in his hands, rolling the nipples in his fingers.
A sharp pull of the tips and my body jerked in answer, a gasp coming from my suddenly dry throat.
Oh sweet hell…
I rose again.
I couldn’t help it.
Even the sudden spurt of wetness that had come unbidden as Jon’s hands crushed my breasts, that motion it’s own sweet pain, couldn’t quite take away the sheer size of the man between my legs.
I felt Jon move closer, the warmth of his chest and stomach against my back as one of his arms encircled me around my rib cage, a hand resting beneath my breasts.
His free hand…
His free hand stole down my stomach to between my legs and his fingers touched my clit with softly firm strokes that threw my head back.
I was held there, nearly suspended, only my knees touching the bed.
Richie’s pulsing length was stopped almost outside me, only the tip nudging my growing wetness.
His hands were on my waist, holding me up, along with Jon’s arm under my breasts.
I lingered there for an eternity.
Suspended between pain and bliss.
And then it happened.
Something clicked into place.
Some switch I didn’t know I possessed - turned on.
Somehow they sensed it and I melted downward.
Fully taking in Richie for the first time.
And it was glorious.
I rose, their hands helping me, my own muscles slack as sensation flowed through me.
Jon’s hand never stopped.
Richie’s cock swelled.
My own moisture flowed.
Up and down.
Hands touching, stroking.
And then it happened.
I exploded from the center of my being.
My skin crawled off my body and then back on again.
I couldn’t breath.
It was almost too much and my body tried to get away, to deny the release.
But I was held onto that rigid throbbing shaft by hands around my waist.
Under my breasts.
Between my legs.
Hands that held me, even as I flew apart.
Even as I screamed.
I couldn’t help it.
It felt so damn good.
Coming down from my own release, I felt the pulsing warmth of the man inside me.
I smiled at him. It was a slow, sated smile and I know he saw it.
And liked it.
I leaned my head back and Jon met my mouth in a wet kiss where our tongues tasted the heat of the other, the spice of arousal.
Richie’s hands on my waist tightened and suddenly I could only ride.
Up and down, in and out.
My own hands reached for his nipples and I pinched him.
And he thrust inside me.
He bucked and I held on.
Jon’s hands now firmly on my breasts.
Richie’s hands on my waist.
And … still … he … thrust …
I felt it start.
That switch again.
On and growing.
And I rode him.
Over and over.
Then those hands…with their long fingers…tightened…
“Fuck meeee….” he moaned.
So I did.
Posted by Sunstreaked at 8:19 PM
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Both men let their heads drop back onto the pillows as they savored the aftermath of their spending.
Handing them the bottle of tequila, I worked my way off the bed and went into the bathroom, quickly cleaned the evidence of their lust off my breasts and belly.
Bringing back two warm, wet washcloths, I bathed both of their cocks, cleaning away any remaining traces of their hot warm spray.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed towards the bottom, facing the two gorgeous naked men lying against the headboard, we passed the slowly dwindling bottle of tequila between the three of us.
Eyeing them closely as I wanted to gauge their truthfulness, I asked.
“So is this the first time you’ve shared a woman?”
The quick eye flick each gave the other already gave me my answer, but I waited to see what they would say.
Jon smiled a lazy grin that somehow sent a frisson of electricity straight down to my core.
“Define share.” His voice was raspy and sent shivers with every syllable.
Seeing Richie again glance at Jon, the picture I had been painting inside my head became a little clearer.
Now I answered him, them.
“Nah, no sharing yet, but you’ve watched each other with a woman. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so comfortable sharing now.”
I made my statement with a determined nod of my head, sure of my assessment.
Richie drawled in his deep voice, the rumble of it starting my breasts tingling as a girl could come just by listening to the voices of these two men.
“We’re older than you darlin’, and we’ve been doing this a while now, so how are you so sure we haven’t shared?”
His eyes seemed a little puzzled, but much more turned on than not.
“Oh, you’ve “shared” I guess, two women – one with each of you – same room, that type of sharing, but you’ve never both been with just one woman.”
I gave them a stern, yet lingering look that started at their eyes and ended at the slowly stirring dicks.
“So, fess up.” I ordered.
Those quick eye flicks again, one man to the other.
These two were close – there was some sort of bond here – what remained to be seen was how far they would open themselves to me.
The lead singer – was he also the leader? – spoke then.
“We’ve had two girls together before…” his voice sent shivers along my spine as those blue eyes met mine.
“But like I said, right? Same room, side by side? Or two girls you passed back and forth?”
I shot each a “don’t even think about lyin’ to me look” as Richie started chuckling.
“Yeah, both, but one girl, both of us – well, darlin’ you just might be the first.”
He and Jon again shared a look, but I took offense at the “might” in that sentence and giving my most theatrical sigh, I looked at their faces, then their cocks, then their faces again.
“Well, darlin’, that remains to be seen as right now the two of you are boring the shit outta me.”
I grabbed the empty tequila bottle and left the room, swaying my ass as I walked.
Giving them a few minutes to decide whether they were gonna be pissed or challenged, I moved to grab another bottle and made my way back to the bedroom.
Slowly and silently I moved down the hallway to where I could see into the room.
I had hoped that both men would do what men do naturally when naked – lay their hands on their cocks.
Both were talking softly to the other, their hands playing with their own naked glory in an almost absent-minded way.
That one picture proved more than a thousand words that while these two might share a woman, they were not into sharing men, as their eyes never left each other’s face.
No quick dick glances.
More for me!
Slinging the unopened bottle of tequila by the neck, I stopped in the doorway and glanced at the two beauties in my bed.
Laugh all you want at my calling these men beautiful, but I know.
“So, what’s it gonna be boys?” I asked in a low silky tone that promised sex and more sex and still more sex.
At hearing my voice, both men jerked and almost guiltily started to remove their hands from their shafts.
“Don’t stop on my account…” I laughed as I entered the room.
Glancing at the dark one, whose glorious cock rose straighter and fuller as I set the bottle down and turned to them, I grinned at him.
“Does that thing come with it’s own zip code?” My voice was a drawl as my eyes took in his full length.
Startled laughter rang out from both throats, the furry one throwing his head back and laughing so genuinely that I felt myself smile along with him.
What a face.
What a body.
Richie gave a sensuous stroke the full length of his shaft and looked right into my eyes.
“Come here, little girl.”
I unconsciously licked my lips as the picture he presented on my bed, but I must have hesitated too long as the other one sprang up and captured my hand, forcing it behind my back.
He caught my other wrist as I reached to free the first and with both firmly in one of his strong hands, he arched my back, thrusting my chest out.
“Richie, look what I have here.” He made me arch further and a small cry of pleasure and pain escaped my lips.
“What’s that, bro’?” Richie watched as my breasts were thrust up and my back arched.
“I have a bored little girl who needs to learn some lessons about playing with the big boys.”
Jon moved his hand suddenly between my legs and thrust two fingers home so quickly I gasped at his movements.
His hand tightened on my arms as he thrust his fingers inside me again and again until my hips started rocking with the sensation and my knees felt weak.
All the while Richie continued to stroke himself and while it didn’t seem possible, he could now barely fit his own hand around the width.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Moving me to the bed, I was suddenly bent over it and I felt my hands and arms taken in front of me.
I couldn’t raise up as the hands holding me from the front kept my face on the bed, while the hands behind me lifted me until I knew my every secret was exposed.
I heard a rip of foil.
That sound, a brush of furred stomach, and then a throbbing warmth were my only warning as I felt the plunge of Jon’s cock inside me.
My scream of pleasure was muffled against the bed as Richie continued to hold my hands out.
Fingers gripped my hips, bruising me, pulling me back against the stiffness that continued to shove deeper and deeper inside me.
I couldn’t stop the moans.
My hands reached, trying to grip anything I could as lights floated behind my eyes.
My ears were ringing and my toes were tingling and my goddam cunt was on fire.
Pushing back as hard as I could to increase my pleasure seemed to urge Jon on.
Hands tightened their grip on my hips and waist while other hands spread mine across the bed.
I managed to raise my head enough to see Richie watching as Jon pumped into me.
I felt him take my two hands into his large one, while his other grabbed my hair to raise my head. He looked deep into my eyes as my body strained to accommodate the position and the man behind me.
His voice was whispered sin.
“I wanna see your face…when you come…when you scream…”
Richie’s dark voice trailed off then into hoarseness as he glanced between my face and the man plunging into my throbbing wetness.
Gasping, still trying to exert control, I managed.
“Ain’t … screamin’ yet, baby, … gotta make it … worth my while…”
This was harder to say than you would think.
I was filled by the man behind me and staring into honeyed chocolate eyes.
I was pushing my limits.
Without warning a hard stinging slap hit my ass, jerking me more upright and slamming me back against the cock inside me.
I tried to stop the gasp and sudden spurt of wetness that accompanied that slap, but I failed miserably as both men suddenly laughed.
Jon’s voice growled behind me.
“Ooh, liked that, did you?”
He laughed low and husky and then slapped me again.
I arched and he thrust again and again.
Moans were all I could manage now as those dark, dark eyes stared into mine, glancing only briefly over my back where the other was.
My head was jerked up gently to meet those eyes again and I felt myself slide over. Hands gripped me as the orgasm rode through me, but I refused to scream even as I felt sensations I had only dreamed about.
A crooked grin split Richie’s face as he saw my spasms and my refusal to give in to the results of my naked lust.
Jon continued thrusting into me as I came, his strokes a little slower but no less sure.
My body shuddered as pleasure so strong I could almost taste it flowed through me.
I felt a tightening of fingers on my waist and the stroke became longer and even deeper as Jon neared his peak.
Through gritted teeth and harshening breath, I heard him.
“Then go, baby…let it go…” I urged him, proving my words true by tightening myself inside around him so hard that a moan filled the air.
“God dammit…god damn…”
His voice lowered even further as he picked up the pace of his strokes, his fingers digging into me now as he pulled me back to slam harder onto his thick length.
I peeked up into Richie’s face as his eyes flicked to my breasts. He grinned then and slid down until he could take one of my breasts into his mouth.
I supported my weight on my arms as he flicked the tip of one with a practiced tongue.
I quivered from head to toe.
A groan sounded in the room as a moment later the golden god at my back gave one vicious stroke and then went over the edge.
He moved back and forth inside me as he came for what seemed minutes, but it may have only seemed that way because it was so glorious.
Jon curved himself over my back after the spasms began to subside a little and breathed into my ear.
“Jessica…that was so god...damn...good…” His voice was a whisper of pure satisfaction.
“Oh yeah, Jon…really, really good…” I answered him, my own orgasm having been just as sweet.
A kiss to my cheek and then his warmth was slowly lifted off me.
“I’ll be back…” he called out as he went to clean himself.
A sigh escaped me.
I already missed him.