Having known Brianna for her entire life, Brock knew that this perfume came from a bottle that she saved for special occasions. He knew that she kept a secret bottle because she always conferred with he and Lance before going out on a special date. On special dates she wore this specific brand.
How sweet.
It was the scent of arousal.
Head down with his hands crossed over his genitals, Lance offered, “You look perfect, Brianna.”
Brianna walked toward Lance until they were only inches apart. Brock suddenly felt jealous. He tried to imagine what the body heat that was undeniably felt between Lance and Brianna was like. Two naked bodies standing this close together, their body heat radiated to a comforting degree. Brock thought Lance would spontaneously combust. He was red and shaking. He could almost hear his friend’s heart pounding beneath his ribcage.
“Thank you, Lance,” Brianna whispered in Lance’s ear and then kissed him on the lips. Then she pulled away, turned to Brock and asked, “Brock, are you wanting to do animalistic things with me?”
For the first time in a long time Brock was tongue-tied. He knew that Brianna enjoyed catching him off-guard. “Yeah, I mean…”
She interrupted, “No, you’ll not talk to me like you’re fifteen. For that I will punish you.”
“How’s that?” Brock asked while a smirk found his face.
“You will watch me pleasure Lance. And you will not touch me. If you touch me I’ll leave and never talk to you again.”
“Watch you what?” Brock was curious yet becoming disappointed.
Brianna squatted then rested on her knees.
Lance looked to Brock as if for help. He was scared. Luckily, Brock had given him that Viagra he’d asked for or he’d go limp as a noodle. Nerves were capable of murdering sex.
Brianna slowly parted her knees, straightened her back, leaned forward and placed Lance’s erection in her hand. She kissed the tip of it and then slid her tongue along the side before filling her mouth.
Brock was about to explode. He watched her suck, tickle, stroke, and pleasure Lance. Also, he knew what a pleasured woman looked like and Brianna looked pleasured. She liked sucking cock. But she didn’t pay any attention to him, which made him feel metaphorically naked. He looked up at Lance. His eyes were closed and he gnawed on his bottom lip. Clearly, he was about to burst. Looking like he was about to cry, an aggressive pant escaped him.
Brock’s gaze tilted to Brianna’s perfect, heart-shaped backside while she slowly slicked back and forth on Lance’s member.
“May I please join in?” Brock felt humbled. He’d never been on the verge of begging, but he was now.
Brianna made a slurping sound as she pulled Lance out of her mouth. She slowly tugged while she turned a seductive smile toward Brock and said, “Beg, you pathetic tool.”
Brock’s anger melded cohesively with his attraction. He found a balance that allowed him to say, “Please, please, I’m sorry for being a jerk earlier.”
“What will you do for me?”
“What do you want me to do for you?”
“Good answer.” Brianna stood, still stroking Lance, and turned to Brock. “I’ll show you.” She kissed Lance before swaying toward Brock. “Get on your knees.”
Brock said nothing. He dropped to his knees, nearly shaking when Brianna tilted her head toward him and demanded, “Eat it.” Then she swung her leg over his left shoulder and rested it while shoving herself into his face.
Brock had never been this turned on in all of his life. He breathed her in. Obviously, she’d dabbed her parts in the secret perfume, which smelled and tasted sweet. His tongue twirled while his lips pulled and kissed. Brianna flung her head back and moaned. Brock’s eyes were closed, but when he opened them he saw that Lance was touching himself. He was tempted to laugh at the ridiculousness of his friend. He didn’t, knowing full well that the motion of this sacred ritual would halt if he did. Lance’s feet shifted on the hardwood floor. Brock knew that Lance was debating whether or not to join them. His lust had taken over logical thought. His eyes shifted and found Brianna’s. Her head was drawn backward while she looked at him. She raised her hand, pointed her index finger at Lance and told him, “Get over here now.”
Lance did as he was told. When he reached Brianna, Brock became uncomfortable. Looking up, Brock watched Lance’s erection sway close to his face. Comfort dissipated. Brianna’s expression spoke clearly: drop your inhibitions. Brock stopped nibbling on Brianna and tilted his face upward, toward her face. He only met Brianna’s palm.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she scowled, grabbed Lance and directed him toward her ass where she rested him between her cheeks.
“No,” Brock responded and continued to pleasure her. He hadn’t realized how much physical exertion he’d expended until he felt heavy beads of sweat trickle down his forehead.
“Now you can stop.” She tapped Brock’s forehead.
She held her hand out to Brock and helped him to his feet. “Now sit in that chair and watch us fuck.” She pointed to Brock’s ratty recliner.
Brock went to the chair and took a seat, as ordered. No other woman had ever, could ever, or would ever boss him around like this, ever again. But it was okay for Brianna. She was good. She’d driven him to near madness. He watched with heightened anticipation while Brianna led Lance to the couch. She bent over then propped herself onto her knees, spread her hips, and lifted her ass. Once she was on all fours she pulled Lance by his penis. Brock couldn’t see details because the only light source was candlelight. The fiery glow illuminating the room diminished any minor imperfections. All three appeared golden, like royal Gods and Goddess in the orgasmic throes of a sacred orgy, their sweat like honey.
Brianna turned to Lance, smiled, and whispered, “You can fuck me silly now.”
Moaning loud with undeniable vulnerability, Lance pushed inside of Brianna and immediately pounded into her softness.
“Slower.” She pushed a flattened hand against his pelvis, preventing him from fully entering her.
“I’m sorry.”
“No apologies.” Brianna’s lips curled. She wiggled backward until she was bucking at him. Slow and gentle, Lance pushed into her. The intensity of his expression revealed all.
Brock couldn’t help but to rub his penis. He’d never been so turned on in all of his life.
“Stop rubbing your cock! I told you to watch. If you don’t stop, I will stop, grab my clothes and leave, which means you’ll have ruined this entire experience for your friend.”
Brock was mortified. He glanced at Lance who silently begged him to stop. Frightened by the thought of this night and its pleasures ending, Brock stopped masturbating, nodded and said, “I’m sorry.”
“Damn right, you are.” Brianna swayed her hips in sync with Lance’s thrusts. She turned to him and asked, “Shall we let him play?”
Lance looked to Brock, smiled with quivering lips then turned to Brianna and said, “I think he’s learned his lesson.”
“Brock.”
“Yes, Brianna?”
“How would you like to switch places with Lance?” she asked.
“I would very much like that…” He closed his eyes and hated his friend. “If that would be okay with Lance.”
“That was very nice, Brock. That’s what I like. You weren’t selfish for once in your life. Come on over here.” She turned to Lance and ordered, “Stand in front of me. I want to know what I taste like… on your dick.”
Lance stood and made his way in front of Brianna until his erection was directly in her face.
Brock made his way to the back of Brianna. Gently, she grabbed his testicles and applied light pressure. Brock moaned. Then she guided him inside of her.
His excitement heightened. She felt like warm oil. Brock felt like melting inside of her. These sensations were of no comparison to any one-night-stand he’d experienced. The overwhelming sensation of sexual bliss blended with genuine care for his friend. Su
re, she was dominant. He understood that this part was her fantasy. He cared about her receiving joy. He couldn’t deny the lustful sensations he felt when she dominated him. And the obvious joy and love he sensed when Lance experienced the woman he’d loved gave this night meaning.
Watching his friend experience pure bliss, both emotional and spiritual, he felt grateful. For the first time, he received contentment from someone else’s joy.
There was no doubt that Brianna enjoyed what was happening. Her lust was intense, made obvious by her expressions, sounds, and enthusiasm. Brock hoped she felt as uninhibited and free as he did.
And then Brianna halted her movements. She extracted Lance from her mouth, stood and stated, “Take me to the bedroom.”
Naked, sweaty, with a pounding heart, Brock followed Brianna and Lance upstairs. Slightly hesitant, Brianna stopped when she reached the top of the stairs. Brock imagined she was debating whose room was more suitable. It took only seconds for her to choose Lance’s room.
Brock and Lance watched Brianna walk, exhausted, but seductively to the far end of the hallway. She opened the door. More candlelight bled through the space between the door and jamb and blessed her skin with an attractive glow. Her right hand rose. Her index finger retracted then flexed as she motioned for the boys to follow her.
Brock shared genuine appreciation with his friend before they filed into the bedroom. Brianna’s backside looked impossible.
Entering, Brock was amazed to acknowledge the immaculate state of Lance’s domicile. Sure, Lance had always been clean, but this—the state of immaculate shape that his room was in—was something more than neat. His vanity mirror had been wiped spotless. The sheets dressing the bed were pulled taught and tightly tucked into the corners of the mattress. A hospital nurse from the 1950’s would be proud to place a patient in this bed. Even the carpet was vacuumed. The dressers had been wiped clean with pine scented something—something nicer than the Pledge that had cleansed the downstairs rooms. The candles released vanilla scented aromatherapy. Even the photos and posters lining the wall were symmetrical and hung evenly. Brock was proud of Lance’s cleanliness and the scent was calming, relaxing.
Brock and Lance watched Brianna pull the bed sheets back and then slide beneath the soft fabric. Rolling onto her back, she looked from Lance to Brock and with an intense scowl she stated, “Now, we’ll make love.”
Brock knew better than to laugh when Lance groaned. He was simply unable to abstain his sexual intensity.
What a poor, lovesick puppy.
But Brock respected Brianna’s decision to change the tone of their experience. They were experimenting new avenues of sexual bliss. He too needed this emotional continuation, which extended sexual variety to their evening.
Lance rounded the bed from the right while Brock marched along the left side. Brock felt the warmth of Brianna’s skin. He felt her heart hammering beneath her bosom.
“What would you like me to do?” Brock asked in what he’d hoped was a low, comforting voice.
“Be gentle. Care, Brock Hills,” Brianna whispered back. The slight tremble to Brianna’s voice gave away her vulnerability. “Then slip inside me from the front.”
“I can’t wait, Brianna Zastrow.” Brock felt and sounded genuine, true.
Brianna moaned, closed her eyes, and swayed her hips in perfect motion with Brock’s pelvis.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes, turned toward Lance and whispered, almost stuttered, “Slide into me from behind.” She noticed the confusion on Lance’s face. Gently sliding her hand along his penis she directed it below her vagina and into the other place then said, “It’s okay. I promise.”
Lance nodded, groaned again and then entered her anus. In the heat of this moment he didn’t mind that he could feel Brock through the thin wall separating Brianna’s vaginal canal from her anus.
Brianna nearly cried as he fully entered. Slowly, the three best friends made real, true, uninhibited love. It was sweet and it was respectful and it was everything that Brianna, Brock or Lance had experienced.
Brock paid close attention to Brianna’s pained face as her men filled her completely. He thrust into her—with her—in a fashion that he felt wouldn’t hurt her. He only cared for her pleasure.
Also, Brock noticed Lance trying not to lose control. His excitement was clearly heightened. Brock recognized the eagerness and lustful pleasure that Lance fought. An intensely loud and possibly embarrassing moan escaped him. Brock knew that Lance was terrified of embarrassing himself. When Brock and Lance made eye contact, Lance nodded, clearly signifying that he was ready to climax. Then Brock looked to Brianna. She quickly nodded in succession. Tears formed in her eyes. The movement of their hips succeeded in rapidity. All three nearly screamed in the deep throes of ecstasy. Brianna extended her elbow, reached far behind her shoulder, grabbed Lance’s medium length hair and yanked. “It’s okay, cum inside of me. Both of you.”
They did.
2
Exhausted, still excited and with strumming hearts they tightened to each other. Silence. No one needed to say anything. Neither Brock nor Lance extracted their penises from inside Brianna and she was thankful for that. Her muscles and insides needed to relax before extraction. Both penises slowly became flaccid while nestled inside of her. And there was that other thing: she wanted to remain held tightly between the men she loved dearly. Brock had been right. This experience had heightened their friendship and their love for one another. Guilt hadn’t lifted from the experience. Not yet anyway. Without consideration for convention, what they’d experienced was right. It was moral. Acceptable. Good.
Brianna felt that God or the universe or whatever higher power existed was not frowning on them because what they’d done was good. What they’d done was deeply spiritual. She was thankful that their inhibitions had ceased. Their artful bodies had been respectful with one another. Their souls had intertwined.
Just thinking about how she’d dominated Brock continued to arouse her and she’d not noticed that she was running her index fingernail along her right inner thigh. No way in hell would she even consider making love to her boys again, not tonight. She’d exceeded her physical limits. If they went again they’d cause physical damage.
“Is it okay if I pull it out, Brianna?” Lance asked. His voice was that of a small boy asking his mother if it was okay to play outside for a short while after dinner.
Brianna smiled, ran her hand along Lance’s cheek, leaned in and kissed him passionately. Even her lips hurt when she kissed him. Once their lips parted, she slid her hand around back to the bottom of her ass and assisted Lance in extracting his penis from her. He slid out with ease. Clean. She gasped as he fully exited her. Brock followed suit and then Brianna rolled onto her back and shouted, “Oh my God! That was amazing!”
Brock burst into laughter and then rolled upward onto his forearm. He faced Brianna. Their lips met and he ran his fingers through the dangling strands of hair in front of her face. “I’ve never felt something so deeply before, Brianna. I’m not just saying that. That was special.”
She touched Brock’s face, which was something she hadn’t done since they were very young. “You changed during this. Something will never be the same with you, will it?”
“No, but I think ... I know that I’m better for it. Thank you, Brianna and Lance. This was right.”
“It so was. Thank you for letting me act out my fantasy with you at the beginning, Brock.” She shook her head and smiled, clearly reminiscing about what had happened. “I had multiple orgasms. That’s never happened.” She rolled over to Lance and said, “I’ve never let anyone ... you know. Back there.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Lance asked. He almost looked ashamed.
Brianna kissed him, parted and then said, “I had no idea that I could receive so much pleasure from anal sex. We’ll be doing that again.”
Lance smiled. Brianna and Brock cuddled and laughed at Lance’s vulnerability.
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p; “I love you both.” Lance said.
Brianna nodded, placed her hands between their hands and said, “I love you both.”
Brock squeezed Brianna’s hand hard then patted Lance on the shoulder and said, “Me too. I love you too.”
“We have so many more adventures to plan, boys. But for right now I think we need a nap.”
3
Legs intertwined with arms overlapping, they fell into deep sleep and felt the warmth of each other’s naked bodies.
A few hours later, Lance woke up and stared at Brianna. A sliver of moonlight slashed into the room and illuminated her face. She was so beautiful. He felt close to her—so close—and he’d achieved his fantasy. Not just the physical aspect either. Sure, the sex was amazing, but the connection he’d now established with her was unbreakable.
For a quick moment, his thoughts of Brianna parted. He glanced at Brock, lying on the opposite side of Brianna. He couldn’t deny that his feelings for Brock had deepened. Not in a sexual sense, but an indescribable intimacy had refined their friendship. For that he was thankful.
Rolling out of bed, he crept downstairs to drink a glass of water. His thirst was ravenous. He filled a clear plastic pitcher with ice, grabbed three glasses from the cupboard and made his way back upstairs. He knew they would awake soon and experience a similar thirst. When he entered the bedroom he found them awake.
“I’ve never been this thirsty in my life. Thanks, man,” Brock sighed. He grabbed a glass. Lance poured for him. He slurped and gulped the entire glass.
“Thank you, sweetie.” Brianna gulped the water. They finished the pitcher before crashing into slumber again.
4
A sinking sensation struck the pit of Lance’s stomach when he awoke in the morning to an empty bed. He listened to the silence, but only heard the howling of winter wind shuttering across the frozen window frames. He was sad, but equivocally felt relief. Morning rituals were an important part of Lance’s daily routine. Plus, on this particular morning he had nothing to do until after noon. He’d lie in bed and watch a movie.
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