Thursday, December 24, 2009

Entry Eight

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.

Velvet steel.

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.

So warm.

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.

Too 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.


Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Entry Seven

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.

With me.

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.

Out loud.

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.


That’s better…

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.

Just tasting.

Nibbling my way down to the firm globes.

Licking lightly and then blowing on the wet hairs.

Jon shivered.

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.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Entry Six

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?

Delicious pain.

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…

Dear god…

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 moved.

I couldn’t help it.

It felt so damn good.

So right.

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.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Entry Five

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.

They had.

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.

Ooh goody!

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.

Holy shit!

What a face.

What a body.

Fucking gorgeous!

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.

Pushing theirs.

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.

“Jesus…fuck…gonna come…”

“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.