by Amira Rain
After a minute or two, though, just when I was becoming eager to lose my gown, I felt Nick, or Blaine, I wasn't even sure who, slowly pull my zipper down. Then, Blaine slowly moved around to my front, lifted the hem of my gown, and lifted it over my head, where Nick caught it and pulled it up and off me while I helped by extending my arms.
And then, there I was, standing in front of my brand-new, heavily-breathing husbands in nothing but a white lace push-up bra and skimpy white lace underwear. Finding that being partially undressed while they were still fully dressed was really turning me on, I kind of shivered a bit, despite the fact that the breeze blowing in through the windows was somewhat warm.
After they'd both raked their gazes over my body, each of them making the faintest low growl sound while they did so, Nick undid the back clasp of my bra, removed it, and tossed it to the side to join the pool of satin that was my gown. Again, he and Blaine feasted their eyes, seeming to take in every inch of my bare breasts in the soft golden light. Next they each had a turn kissing me, holding me close, making my stiffened nipples rub against their chests, kindling some kind of a dull ache low in my belly.
Despite the fact that I was starting to want them to, neither of them actually touched my breasts with their hands and I supposed this was because Nick had told me that they'd just kiss and hold me first, and then see where things led, which was perfectly fine with me. I had to admit that I was really enjoying the slow pace and the anticipation.
Nick and Blaine took my underwear off together, both slowly pulling down a side, revealing my bare feminine mound, with eyes so wide it was borderline comical. The rate of their breathing also noticeably increased at this time, and mine did as well. As much as I still held the faintest trace of self-consciousness, I was finding Nick and Blaine's inspection of my feminine parts to be almost unbearable erotic.
With every stitch of my clothing now gone, I stepped out of my shoes and pulled Nate and Blaine to their feet by the hands. "Now I get to undress you two."
CHAPTER 16
Removing one item of clothing from one man at a time, so that they became progressively undressed at the same rate, I enjoyed the experience even more than I thought I would. Although maybe enjoyed wasn't even a strong enough word. Relished might have been. I ran my hands over hard pecs, arms, and six-pack abs, taking short breaks to kiss each of my husbands with my hands becoming even a little hungrier still, going south to feel their already-rock-hard erections, both of which felt quite sizable, which excited me even as it made my stomach just vaguely churn.
After I'd helped each man out of his jeans and even his socks, I removed Nick's navy blue boxers first, just because it was his "turn," stifling a little gasp when I saw how sizable his male member was.
Definitely thicker and longer than average, it stood tall and proud, its meaty head nearly pointing straight at the ceiling. Not exactly wanting to touch it just yet, for fear of causing things to progress too quickly, I pressed my naked body against Nick's, kissing him, at least wanting to feel his manhood against the soft curve of my stomach.
By the time I'd relieved Blaine of his boxer-briefs, seeing that his male member was definitely thicker and longer than average, too, I realized that my feminine lips had already become so slick that the moisture was even dampening my thighs a bit. The sensitive spot between these lips was also tingling, intensifying the dull ache low in my belly.
Now becoming really eager to get my two husbands into our California king-sized bed, I led them there by the hand, and soon I was on my back between the two of them, with Blaine on my right and Nick on my left.
Now suddenly feeling just the slightest bit hesitant and nervous again, I spied a pump bottle of lotion next to some of my other grooming items on the nightstand next to Nick, and I had an idea, recalling what Kathy had said about setting some body zones as off-limits for a certain length of time. "Would you both maybe want to give me a massage with that lotion on the nightstand?"
Immediately, Nick and Blaine both answered in the affirmative, with both of their voices incredibly husky. Blaine's normally-gruff-and-gravelly voice sounded like it had actually dropped about an octave.
"All right, then. You can both give me a nice, relaxing massage. But the rules are that your hands can't go anywhere my bra and underwear would normally cover for the first ten minutes. Okay?"
I now realized that my own voice had grown a bit husky.
If Nick or Blaine had been disappointed by the rules I'd instituted for my massage, neither of them said it or showed it. Blaine just grunted in agreement with the rules, already looking over at the clock to start the ten minutes, which amused me.
Grabbing the bottle of lotion, Nick said the rules sounded just fine to him. "We all have to stick to them, though, Eva. Even you."
Not knowing whether to scoff or laugh, I made a noise that was kind of a combination of both. "Well, how am I going to break my own rules? I'm not going to be giving my own self the massage."
Sitting up, Nick pumped some lotion into one palm, then passed the bottle to Blaine. "You could break the rules by calling them off, asking us to touch your 'off-limits' areas before the time is up. We're not going to let you do that, though. Rules are rules, and every one of us here has to follow them, including you."
Fluffing the pillows behind my head, I scoff-laughed again. "I won't be trying to break my own rules, and I won't be asking you or Blaine to break them, either."
"We're not going to let her break the rules, are we, Blaine?"
"Hell, no. She made 'em."
I snorted in indignation. "All right. Please just start my massage before I head to the bathroom for a cold shower."
That kicked them into high gear. Each of them applying just the right amount of pressure, they started on my shoulders and arms first.
Running his lotion-slicked hands from my shoulder to my wrist, Blaine leaned over and spoke in a low voice near my ear. "I hope you know how gorgeous you are...naughty girl."
Hearing him call me naughty girl, which he'd done once before when I'd been drunk, was definitely something I thought I could get used to. In fact, I wanted to hear him say it again right then.
"I didn't quite hear that last part, Blaine...the last two words you said. Could you repeat them, please? With your mouth close to my ear again."
With his gray eyes twinkling in the golden glow from the candles, he brought his mouth to my ear once more. "I said you're a naughty, naughty girl, Eva."
Hearing him say naughty girl, with an extra naughty no less, combined with my name, had been enough to make me squirm a bit, almost involuntarily, sighing.
Still massaging my shoulder and arm while Nick continued to work on my other side, Blaine had apparently noticed my little squirm of pleasure mixed with frustration, because he spoke near my ear yet again. "I saw that little squirm. I think you're starting to realize what a naughty girl you really are."
He wasn't kidding. I'd squirmed again even while he'd been saying what he just had.
"Touch me, Blaine. Please. Just touch me right now."
Eyes twinkling, he scoffed, shaking his head. "You're really living up to your naughty girl title right now. You're trying to be a little rule breaker only a minute-and-a-half in."
"Well, so what? Let's just forget about all the rules. I just want you and Nick to touch me down lower right now."
Moving his massaging hands to my upper chest, Blaine glanced over at Nick. "What do you think? Should we let her break the rules?"
I turned my face to look at Nick. "Yes."
Moving his hands to my left ribs, Nick shook his head at me. "No. You're locked in, Eva. Ten minutes. That's what you said.”
I turned my face back to Blaine. "Don't be like him. Just move your hands a lot lower. Between my legs. Please."
Moving his slick hands to my right rib, Blaine shook his head. "Ain't gonna happen. And to show you that me and Nick are serious, I think we're going to have to start issuing you a punishment each time y
ou tell us or ask us to touch you lower before the ten minutes is up."
Something about his husky, gravelly voice, combined with what he'd just said, made my tingling sensitive spot begin to outright throb. And when I spoke, my voice came out in a breathy near-whisper.
"Well, what will the punishment be for each time I tell or ask?"
Blaine didn't even hesitate. "The punishment will be three sharp swats on your sexy little rear cheeks. Each and every time. And I did say sharp swats. Not pats. So, think carefully before you ask again. Because now you know what's going to come after."
I had to know if he was being serious or not. Just had to.
So, somewhat in disbelief about what I was doing, I spoke in a breathy near-whisper once again, looking right into Blaine's eyes. "Touch me lower, Blaine. Between my legs."
With a little smirk, making me think that he'd expected me to say what I had right away, he lowered his mouth to speak near my ear. "All right, Eva. You earned this. Naughty girl."
With that, he gently but swiftly rolled me on my side, to face Nick, and immediately delivered three sharp swats to my right rear cheek with his hand even harder than I thought it would be. However, I found that I hadn't exactly minded. Not in the least, especially since I'd had a good view of Nick's rock-hard shaft while I'd been receiving my swats.
Panting, I lifted my gaze to Nick's face, eager to see if he might issue me punishment, too. "Please touch me, Nick. Please."
Doing exactly what Blaine had done, Nick rolled me onto my side with his breathing fast and ragged, then delivered three swats to my left cheek with his hand even harder than Blaine's had been. Wincing, I'd gasped with each swat, though all the while feeling so much slickness seeping from my feminine lips that I was becoming drenched.
My sensitive spot was also throbbing in a way I'd never even felt it before, making me feel almost desperate with urgent need. And it was this urgent, desperate throbbing that seemed to make me suddenly desire something I'd never really desired in my life. I wanted to taste Nick and Blaine, wanted to feel their hard members with my tongue. And, being that Blaine's rock-hard shaft was just inches away from my face, I figured I'd start with him.
"Please let me taste you with my tongue without punishment. Please just let me."
I didn't have to ask him a third time. He'd already moved himself closer to me before I'd even finished asking again.
Really not having a clue what I was doing but far, far too turned on to care, I took Blaine's thick pole in one hand and tentatively began flicking my tongue over the head, immediately making him groan. Encouraged that I was doing something right, I continued, flicking my tongue a little faster, discovering that I really liked what I was doing. However, now it was my turn to tease Blaine the same way he'd been teasing me by refusing to touch me.
After maybe a half-minute of making him growl and groan, I lifted my face, releasing his shaft at the same time. "Now, please touch me, Blaine."
Having been hoping that he hadn't abandoned his punishment plan, I wasn't disappointed, soon feeling the crack of his hard hand against my right rear cheek, with each swat causing just enough stinging to make me squirm a little, gasping.
Now I was facing Nick, and eager to once again feel the head of a hard shaft with my tongue. This time, though, I wasn't just content to use my tongue alone. After a short while of flicking my tongue across the head of Nick's member, making him groan, I flicked my tongue up and down the length of his pole before finally taking it in my mouth, working my lips up and down the first couple of inches.
Growling, Nick wrapped my long hair around his fist to gently keep my head in place, clearly enjoying what I was doing.
The three of us continued our punishment-pleasure game for several more minutes, until my rear was just about blazing, and until Nick and Blaine were really, really not wanting me to lift my face from their granite-hard shafts each time I did.
I myself had become so desperate for release that if someone didn't touch me between my legs soon, I was going to have to do it myself. Fortunately, I just happened to catch sight of the clock, seeing that my ten minutes was up. And actually, fourteen minutes had gone by.
"Do the two of you see the clock? It's my turn now."
*
Almost before I'd even finished speaking, Nick was between my legs. Or, his head was, to be precise. Tangling my fingers in his thick, dark hair, I pulled his face, and mouth, to the source of my urgent need. Normally, when my mind would wander to thoughts of such activities, I liked the idea of maybe working up to things with some tender kisses along my inner thighs; but at this particular time, I wasn't interested in tender kisses at all. I was too desperate, feeling nearly wild in my desire for release.
The moment I felt Nick's tongue connect with my throbbing spot, I cried out, grinding my head into the stack of pillows behind me. And soon, I was borderline-grinding something else against Nick's mouth as he flicked his tongue from side to side rapidly, clutching my hips in his arms.
Seeming to want to prolong my pleasure, Nick and Blaine took turns giving me this most intimate of carnal pleasures, letting me cool down for a few seconds while they switched places. However, after each had given me a few rounds of attention, making me writhe and moan, I realized that my pleasure was heading toward a peak, and I wanted to reach that peak with one of them filling me.
I had an idea that with as drenched in slickness as I was, and as thoroughly worked up as I already was, the sensation of a man making love to me, even a larger-than-average man like Blaine or Nick, wasn't going to hurt this time.
Since Nick was moving to position himself between my legs again currently, he was the one whose shoulder I grabbed.
"Please, Nick. I want to feel you inside of me right now."
With a low growl, he moved to cover my body with his own, gently parting my legs while he did so. So eager to feel his hardness that I didn't even want to wait for him to position the head of his shaft himself, I took it in my hand and guided it to my entrance, telling him that I was ready.
Within a second or two, groaning, he began sliding his thick shaft into my depths slowly, gazing at my face, as if on alert for any sign he was causing me pain. He wasn't at all, though, and I moaned with pure pleasure while he filled me inch by rock-hard inch, until he'd buried his entire pole inside of me.
After a few moments spent caressing the side of my face, saying he loved me, which allowed me to fully get used to his hardness and size, he began slowly thrusting, again seeming to be on alert for any sign he was causing me pain.
But also again, he wasn't at all, and I was pretty sure he was seeing nothing but rapture on my face, because that's what I was feeling each time he slid back into my slick depths, filling me completely.
Beside us, Blaine was on his side, watching my face while very slowly stroking his pole with occasional grunts and quiet groans. Nick was making a few noises of his own, as was I, telling him that he felt so good. With this seeming to encourage him or give him some kind of a green light, he began thrusting a bit faster, making me moan, gripping his hips.
A while later, he pulled my legs up on his shoulders and began thrusting a little faster still, and I suddenly knew I wasn't going to last much longer. His long yet fast strokes just simply felt too good.
And probably not half a minute after he'd pulled my legs up, I began crying out while mind-shattering pleasure began crashing over me in waves so powerful they made me buck my hips, realizing that I'd probably actually never had a real orgasm in my life, and if I had, they'd been very weak ones. Nothing like this.
Around the same time that I was crying out with my peak, Nick reached his as well, thrusting into my slickness the hardest and fastest he had yet, grunting.
When he rolled off me, breath coming in ragged gasps, I turned my face to look at Blaine, panting. "Now I want you to make me feel that good, too."
Within about five seconds, I found myself positioned on all fours while Blaine slid into my dept
hs from behind, making me cry out the word yes. He felt so incredibly good, as did my naughty girl positioning, though soon, when he began moving inside of me, things began to feel even better still.
Not that I had anything to compare it to, because I'd never received a partner from behind before, but Blaine had a way of making love in this position that struck me as just downright dirty, in the very best possible way.
Feeling to me as if he wasn't just thrusting in and out but also somehow moving his hips and his manhood in a circle as well, I'd never dreamed that lovemaking in this position could feel so utterly amazing. And so wonderfully filthy. Though maybe I shouldn't have been surprised since the husband currently making love to me was quite a dirty mud bucket. Every now and then while he made love to me, Blaine gave one of my rear cheeks a little swat with a medium-hard hand, as if just wanting to remind me that I had a husband who had no problems meting out punishment. I loved it.
