by Ophelia Bell
“Okay.”
“Good. Because we’re going to break this sweet pussy in for two dicks tonight. Hope you’re ready for it.”
40
Drake
This particular scenario never made it on my list of fantasies about Elle, but I’m improvising. The best part is that it will likely go down as the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had, real or imagined. I’m on a mission now, and the twins being patient enough to do barely more than observe makes it even better. They want her as much as I do, that’s clear, and Ben easily catches on to my plan the second I announce it, gripping the backs of Elle’s knees and pushing her legs wider.
I’d love to take out my cock and bury it in her now. I’m so hard it hurts. Her gorgeous pussy opens, glistening with her arousal, and her tight pink sphincter clenches and releases as if she’s aching to be filled already. But this will be so much more rewarding if I follow through.
Her swollen clit beckons, so I begin there, stroking the bundle with her slick juices until she squirms and starts to beg. Then I skim my fingertips up through her channel and back down, repeating the strokes and shortening them until I press two fingers at her entrance. She lifts her full, round ass up to meet me, letting out a soft gasp that makes my dick twitch as I slide my fingers into her.
“So fucking beautiful,” Ben mutters, lightly stroking her inner thighs and gliding his hands high enough to graze her wet lips.
I glance at her face where her cheek rests on Baz’s lap. She’s flushed, her lips parted as she emits soft, panting breaths. Baz merely strokes her hair like she’s a child, but she’s been deceptively innocent since the start. We know better now. I’m determined to share this tight sheath with the twins tonight. Maybe they’ll share her with each other too.
I give her a brief reprieve, pulling my slick fingers out of her, only to tease her clit a little more, then glide my fingertips back up, this time pushing three into her wetness. A moment later I add a fourth, enjoying the sounds she makes when I fuck her with them. Her opening stretches to accommodate me, her muscles clenching deliciously. My dick aches to feel that tight grip, which will be even tighter if I’m sharing with Ben or Baz.
“You doing okay, Ellie?” Baz asks in a gentle voice. “Can you take a little more?”
She whimpers and says, “Please give me more. I want it all.”
“Fuck,” Ben mutters.
“Then we’ll give it to you,” I say. “I’m about to fit my whole hand inside you. Promise me you’re still good. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shakes her head, rocking her hips up against my thrusting fingers. “It doesn’t hurt. I want more.”
Pure desire drives me on, my entire being singularly focused on feeling her come around my fist.
I let my free hand rest on her lower back as I slide my fingers out, stroke her clit for a second, then press my fingers to her entrance once more. I compress my fingertips, adding my thumb in a tight, streamlined configuration, and push into her again. Her opening stretches, her juices lubricating the way in as I gently push deeper.
“Drake,” she whines. “I need to come.”
“Soon, baby. Almost there. You’re going to feel so fucking good with two dicks inside you.”
I press a little farther in and she moans, pushing back, her muscles tightening, then releasing. Her ass lifts when I go even deeper, slowly curling my fingers inside her until I’ve made a proper fist.
“I’m going to fucking come just watching you fist-fuck her,” Ben mutters.
“Play with her clit,” I say. “Let’s put her out of her misery.”
He reaches between her thighs, and she lets out a desperate little wail, lifting onto her knees and reaching for the arm of the sofa. She rocks back and forth, and I push deeper, realizing she’s hungry for it, then begin to slowly thrust. Her breasts swing free beneath her and Baz captures them in his hands, cupping and teasing the tips. Her back is flushed, the black lace of her garters still wrapped around her middle, the straps dangling loose.
“Oh god,” she moans. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop!”
As if I could. I’m buried to the wrist in her tight pussy, dick throbbing in anticipation of what will come.
Ben rubs her clit with fast strokes, his gaze fixated on my wrist where her pussy is wrapped around it. I slide my other hand down and press my thumb to her tight asshole, pushing it past the opening just the tiniest fraction. That’s when she reaches her breaking point.
She lets out a beautiful moan, the fingers of one hand digging into the leather sofa arm, the other clutching at Baz’s neck. Her torso is twisted toward him, and he has one breast cupped, mouth to her nipple. She writhes and pushes back against me, hair swinging when she throws her head back with another cry. The dark strands cascade down her back when her body tightens, overcome by the tremors of her orgasm.
I’m thrust back to Monday and the moment I was captivated by the sight of her dancing for the camera in her room, sliding her shirt off her shoulders and letting her hair swing against the bare expanse of her back. She accused us of being breast men before, but I’m pretty sure this is my favorite angle of her body.
Her muscles clamp down around my hand so tightly my knuckles ache, but then she relaxes, her grip on the sofa easing and her body beginning to sag. I carefully extract my hand from inside her, my entire body one giant, pulsing ache. I need release so badly my teeth hurt.
Ben withdraws his hand from between her legs and lets out a desperate groan, bending down and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her left ass cheek.
Elle lets out a noise that’s half moan, half sigh, and collapses onto our laps. I wipe my hand on the tail of my shirt and reach over her to pick up my drink from the coffee table. I need to fortify myself if I’m going to last long enough to enjoy this.
“Refill?” Ben asks when I empty my glass. I nod, and he collects all four of our glasses.
“I’m drunk on you guys,” Elle mumbles against Baz’s thigh. She indeed sounds intoxicated now, and looks far too comfortable for her own good.
“We aren’t finished with you yet,” I warn.
“You better not be, after making all those promises.” She twists around to give me a coy look, then leans up on one hand and nips at Baz’s throat, biting her way up to his mouth. He groans against her kiss, one hand exploring up and down her side, clearly as unable to stop touching her as I am.
Ben returns a moment later with our refills carefully held in both hands and distributes them. Elle sits up, scooting her butt back onto Baz’s lap and grabbing the glass Ben offers his brother, taking a sip before Baz can claim it.
She wrinkles her nose and hands the glass to Baz. “I’m not sure what you guys like about this stuff. It tastes like old boots.”
“It tastes expensive,” Ben says. “That’s why it’s good.”
I chuckle. “Someday I’ll teach you three the finer points of what makes a good Scotch.”
“Ooh! Can we take the Brizo to Scotland?” she asks.
I give her thigh a pat. “Maybe someday. I can’t imagine they’d find us there, at least.”
I can easily picture her at the bow of the Brizo, hair blowing in a brisk breeze with the cliffs of the Scottish coast as a backdrop. I want to give her everything she dreams of, but I hope it doesn’t involve running away for the rest of our lives.
For the moment, I just bask in the strange new feeling of contentment that’s taken over. Her craving for adventure is completely in sync with my own. I could easily run my business from my office on this boat for extended periods, if not full-time. Reality doesn’t need to interfere with us here for a while yet, so there’s no sense not enjoying it.
She slides off Baz’s lap and rises, stretching like a cat while the three of us greedily look on. Then she pads to the wet bar and mixes herself something fizzy with a cherry floating in it. When she saunters back, our heads turn like they’re on swivels. And how could they not? She’s naked except for the si
ngle, tantalizing band of black lace still strapped around her waist, garter straps dangling, their little black bows brushing her thighs. Her faint tan lines accent both the bare cleft between her legs and the fullness of her gorgeous breasts.
Pausing on the other side of the coffee table, she cocks her hip and looks at each of us, sipping her drink.
“I want all of you naked,” she says.
Our response is almost Pavlovian in the way we move as a unit, standing to undress. Within seconds, we’re all down to bare skin, with the exception of the bandage wrapped around Ben’s upper arm. Her smirk when she takes us in should probably worry me.
“Whatever you’re scheming, don’t make us wait too long,” I say, glancing down at my steel-hard cock.
“Don’t worry, I won’t. I just want to have a little fun first.”
41
Elle
The feeling of power is intoxicating when I walk to where I left my small purse on a nearby table. I retrieve the object inside, along with one other item, then return to the boys. I find my stilettos where Ben left them and step in, then up onto the coffee table to look down at them. The table is more of an oversized hassock with a hard, polished surface and soft sides, perfect for a dance platform.
Glancing at Baz, I say. “Put on some music for me.”
He grins and rises. “You got it.”
The stereo system control is a digital panel built into the bulkhead. He taps the screen, and a moment later, the familiar strains of one of our favorite blues-inspired alternative bands filters through the hidden speakers.
It’s second nature to move to the beat, swaying in a sensuous rhythm. The three of them stare up at me, enthralled, while I move, my gaze shifting between each of them.
Knowing I’ve put them in this state is only part of my current power trip, though. I also know that I could probably do anything to them, ask anything of them, and they’d do what I want. There is only one thing I really want right now, though.
It can wait a bit longer. Dancing has always been merely an outlet for pent-up energy for me. I tolerated the classes Mom made me join when I was a kid. I learned all the dance moves, but hated being told what to do, so I didn’t continue with the classes. I still danced, but on my own terms, to my preferred music, and usually alone. It’s as exhilarating now to have eyes on me as it was the day I danced for the camera in my room. But just like then, these three are the only audience I really want.
I flex and bend, sway and spin. The only thing missing is a pole, but I’m making do. Then with a crook of my finger, I beckon to Drake. He stands, and I reach out both hands, still holding the items I retrieved from my purse. He holds his out to take them with a curious look, then grins when he sees the shiny steel butt plug along with the small bottle of lube that accompanied it.
Without comment, I turn and bend over at the waist, legs wide, until I’m getting a perfect upside-down view of Drake’s cock and balls.
“This is too fucking tempting,” he says, cupping one cheek in his free hand and squeezing. Then he leans in, mouth covering my pussy, and delves his tongue into the wetness.
He only teases for a moment, leaning back and rubbing his fingers through my folds before working my rear opening.
Despite the orgasm I had earlier, I’m primed for more, and his touch just makes me even wetter. When chilly fluid hits my ass at the very peak of my cleft, I let out an involuntary gasp that prompts him to pat my ass.
“Relax, baby,” he says, then presses the slightly rounded tip of the plug to my opening.
I bear down, and the thick object slides in easily. Standing, I turn to face him, clenching experimentally at the plug and enjoying the fullness of it.
“I’m ready now,” I say. “I just don’t know what to do.”
“What do you want to do?” Drake asks.
“Fuck all three of you. More specifically, I want two of you in my pussy at the same time.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Drake says. “In that case, come here.” He grabs my hand and helps me step down off the table, then turns and sits on its low edge. He lies back, still holding my hand. “Step back up.”
I climb back onto the table and stand over him, hands on my hips. “I think I like this so far. What next?”
“Squat.”
My core pulses in anticipation of our game, and I lower myself.
“Slowly,” he commands, and I oblige, controlling my descent as much as my muscles will allow.
He grips the base of his cock and aligns its tip with my approaching pussy. My slick folds are spread wide from the position, and part easily around his cockhead when I drop lower. Blood rushes to my head and my nether regions, and I let out a moan when he lifts his hips to push deep into me.
“You’re a goddamn tease,” Baz says. “Thought the idea was to share?”
“It is,” Drake says, breathless and panting. He glances past me to the twins. “You two just need to decide who’s joining me inside her.” To me, he adds, “You think you can take two of us along with that plug?”
I bounce a little on his cock, my spread pussy aching for more contact. “Yes. I’d take all three of you, if it were logistically possible.”
Drake chuckles. “Of course you would. I’m beginning to think there’s nothing you won’t do.”
“Try me,” I challenge.
“Come here,” he demands, reaching for me.
I shift positions, dropping out of the squat onto my knees, sinking all the way onto his hard shaft in the process. The plunging friction makes my head spin, but his ensuing kiss grounds me.
Then I feel hands on my ass, squeezing. Whichever twin is back there toys with the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in slowly, then pushes his fingers into my pussy alongside Drake’s cock, as if testing the fit. Every sensation is brand new and delicious. I never want them to stop.
“It’s going to be so tight,” Ben murmurs. “I fucking love it.”
Drake wraps his arms around my back and nuzzles my ear. “Lift up a little, sweetheart. Give him room to fuck you.”
I raise my ass in the air, and Drake slides almost all the way out of me. Ben’s bare foot appears flat on the table beside Drake’s hip, and the next thing I feel is the thicker pressure of a second cockhead nudging at my opening.
If I could spread myself any wider, I would, but Ben seems to have it covered. He hooks two fingers into my opening, stretching me even more. The sensation is a little uncomfortable until he pushes inside, and then it’s nothing but delicious, stretching fullness.
“Good girl,” Drake purrs into my ear. “Now hold on tight.”
I bury my face against his neck, only too happy to surrender to the two of them. I don’t know where Baz is, but I hope he’s watching. I hope he’ll get to experience this too.
For the next few minutes, I am nothing but their vessel. Every single sensation is concentrated between my thighs, the fullness of their cocks the entirety of my universe. Ben grabs my hips and squeezes, grunting as he grinds his pelvis against my ass in time with Drake’s thrusts from beneath.
I want to come again so badly. Being fucked by Drake’s fist was just as maddeningly perfect, but I didn’t lose it until Ben started playing with my clit. Now I’m hanging at the very edge the second they start to move in tandem, and I stay there, suspended in the web of pleasure they’ve wrapped me in, but unable to climax.
“Not gonna last,” Ben says, moving faster. “Fuck, Ellie, you are so goddamn sexy. So perfect.”
A thrill zings through me at his words. Drake speeds up to match Ben’s pace, and Ben leans over my back, grabs hold of one breast, and tweaks my nipple hard.
“Feels so fucking good,” Drake rumbles into my ear.
“You like my cock stroking against yours?” Ben asks. “Because I fucking love it. It’s even better inside her. She’s so wet. I can’t hold back… Oh, fuck!”
He releases my breast and grips my shoulders, rearing back again as he rams deep
enough to bruise my insides. Drake thrusts in once more and shudders, and I feel two cocks erupting inside me with pulsing beats.
They both go still while their cocks spill into me, and then Ben eases back, slipping out with a shuddering exhale. Before he can catch his breath, Baz moves in.
“Shove over, hermano. Her ass is mine now.”
A shiver of anticipation rushes through me, because I’m positive he means that literally. I’m not sure I’m ready, but if I can take two cocks in my pussy, my ass should be able to handle one.
Drake has slipped out of me, but continues to hold me. He strokes my head and cups my face, lifting me up enough to look into my eyes. “You good? Are you ready for him to fuck your ass?”
My head is hazy with the need for release again, and I nod. The plug feels so good, but I’m desperate to feel more friction than it’s offering just resting inside me.
But Baz doesn’t immediately go for my ass. Instead he swipes fingers through my pussy, uttering a soft curse at the lake of fluid dripping from me. Then he aligns his cock with my entrance and pushes in.
He fucks with slow, deliberate strokes, and while he does, he grabs the base of the plug and begins fucking my ass with it. I’m about to resort to begging when he removes the plug entirely, squirting cold, slick lube around and into my rear opening. Then he slides his fingers in where the plug was, awarding me a fresh set of sensations and more of the friction I crave.
“You feel ready. Are you ready, Ellie?”
“Yes. Please just fuck my ass already!”
“All right, I’m getting to it, Little Miss Demanding.”
He slides his cock out of my pussy, and in one smooth thrust, he presses his tip to my ass and pushes in.
I whimper at the unexpected stretch and clutch harder at Drake’s shoulders. He rubs my back and presses his mouth to my ear. “You’ve got this, sweetheart. It’ll feel so good when he’s in you, trust me.”
It already feels good, despite the resistance, and for the first time ever, I think I might actually come without any contact with my clit.
