by Cynthia Sax
Oh God. The combination of fucking a man with Evan’s enthusiasm and the mentor’s experience makes my ass wiggle.
“Read her body language, Evan,” the mentor advises the hesitant youth.
“She’s squirming because… the thought of you coaching me excites her?” His brown eyes warm. “So what do I do?”
“Stand in front of her.” The mentor is positioned behind me, and I’m sandwiched between the two men. “Now brush your lips over her right cheekbone, lightly, as though it is the most delicate material you’ve ever touched.”
Evan’s hot breath wafts on my skin, smelling of spearmint and youthful impatience. As he caresses my cheek, the mentor gathers up my hair, draping it over my left shoulder, the silky tendrils teasing my nipple.
“Good. Continue down her neck, following her jugular.” His words are spoken low and seductively deep. “Read her body. Notice how her blood pumps faster with your touch. A woman’s pulse” -- the mentor takes my hand --”will tell you if you’re exciting her.” He kisses the inside of my wrist, his tongue drifting over my vein, while Evan makes love to my neck.
“Stroke the side of her body like this.” The mentor’s fingers ghost along my spine, a mere whisper of skin against skin. I moan and arch my back, the sensations exquisite. “See how she responds?”
My body is primed, coiled up for release, and when Evan touches my skin I cry out, jerking against him, coming from expectations alone, my orgasm as achingly tender as his fingers.
“Fuck. What was that?” Evan stares at me, his eyes wide.
“That was number one.” There is laughter in the mentor’s voice. “Circle her tits with the same gentle touch, widely at first and then zeroing in on her sensitive nipples.” He steps away from me for a moment, cool air hitting my back, and then he returns. “Is this satisfactory?” He shows me a tube of lube. It is the expensive stuff -- only the best for the mentor.
“It’s perfect.” I stick my ass out, and while Evan plays with my breasts, reaching my nipples, the mentor slides his palm between my ass cheeks, teasing my puckered hole.
“Flick her nipples, Evan. Don’t cause her pain, only pleasure,” the mentor advises, his index finger probing me.
“Oh. Oh.” I twitch with each brush of Evan’s fingers. Cool gel drips down my ass crevice, the mentor rubbing it into my skin.
“Do the same thing with your tongue.” The mentor pushes his finger into my asshole, his progress slow and relentless. Evan’s mouth on my breast distracts me, and my channel loosens, allowing him inside me. “Good girl,” the mentor murmurs approvingly. He slides his finger in and out of my ass. “You’re tight but you can take me.”
I can take him. I bend over slightly, arching my back, thrusting my breast into the protégé’s mouth, and pushing against the mentor’s finger. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” The mentor adds a finger, stretching me more. “That feels even better.”
“Then you’ll love this.” There’s a tearing of plastic as the mentor sheathes himself. “Evan, suck her breast harder.” I feel the suction of Evan’s lips down to my pussy, while the mentor’s large cock invades my ass. “So tight.” He sighs with happiness, his shaft splitting me in two, my ass burning with the most delectable pain.
The pain drives unexpected pleasure. “Oh fuck. I’m coming.” I jerk back, unprepared for my orgasm, impaling myself completely on his cock, and then rising again. I impale and rise, impale and rise, directing the motion, forcing him to fuck my ass while Evan sucks and slurps noisily at my breast. “Fuck.” I sag, the mentor’s arms securing me.
“That’s two.” The mentor pulls me backward, his cock remaining inside me, and he sits down, splaying my legs over his, exposing my pussy. “You’ll need a condom, Evan.”
“But… but… you’ve got your cock up her ass,” the protégé protests while doing as he is told.
“Leaving her hot snatch for you.” The mentor spreads my pussy lips, fanning my folds with his fingers. “First, we play. This is our lover’s clit.” He gently pushes the skin back, exposing my pleasure button. “Give me your hand.” The mentor guides the young man’s finger to my clit. “Lightly rub it.”
They both have their fingers on my clit, I have a cock in my ass, and I’m about to have my pussy filled. I writhe with unbearable pleasure as they play and explore, Evan learning every naughty inch of my pussy, drawing sweet cream from my hot core.
It is several minutes before the protégé is deemed worthy of fucking me. “Slide into her, slowly, and try to angle your body to hit that sweet spot.”
Evan’s cockhead brushes my clit before finding my hole. I moan as he pushes into me, the mentor murmuring instructions, adjusting his entry, until the younger cock is buried deep within me.
“Are you okay?” the mentor asks, full of consideration. Not every slut can handle two big cocks at once.
I’m not every slut. I’m super slut.
“Better than okay.” I’m stuffed, filled with cocks, only a thin membrane separating the two of them.
“I feel you,” Evan barks out his words. “I feel your cock.” His voice is high and squeaky. “I’m not gay.”
The mentor chuckles. “I’m not either. I don’t have my cock up your ass, do I?”
I laugh. The protégé doesn’t. He may not be a virgin, but this is certainly his first threesome. Our train ride is popping his ménage cherry.
“Think of it as efficient fucking. It makes no sense to waste a hot hole just because our cocks might touch.”
The mentor strokes underneath my breasts. They are flattened against Evan’s shirt-covered chest. “Rock into her snatch, as you call it. Remember to hit her clit, and be gentle. Don’t make me squeeze your impatient ass.”
Evan takes this threat seriously, treating me like I am made of delicate crystal, and I laugh again, my skin rubbing between the men’s, exciting me even more. The mentor feasts upon the nape of my neck and my shoulders, but he doesn’t move his cock. He doesn’t have to. Evan’s movement is relayed through my body to his.
“I can’t last.” Evan is huffing, his face red, sweat dripping down from his forehead. “She’s too tight.”
“Don’t fucking come before she does, Evan. Wrap your hand around your base and squeeze,” the mentor instructs.
Our train slows down as it passes through a station, and our window shades remain up, giving the people waiting for the next train a clear view of me being fucked by two hot men. The humming in my pussy takes on a wild primal beat.
I turn my head, and the mentor’s lips close over my earlobe, nibbling, pulling. His hands are on my breasts, his fingers tweaking my nipples. Evan rides me, pushing me back into the mentor’s muscles.
“Oh God.” I’m going to come and come hard.
“Kiss her, Evan.” The mentor must have read my rising desire.
Evan plunges his tongue into me, his control stretched past gentle. I scream, bucking between the two men, clenching Evan’s cock with my pussy, and driving down on the mentor’s thick shaft. Both men come, one in my pussy, one in my ass, their moans echoing off each other.
“Fuck.” The mentor is the first to recover. I lean back into him. Evan slumps over us both. “Three.” He twists his wrist, glancing at his watch. “But I think we can make it four, or five. Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll show you the delights of eating pussy, Evan.”
I smile, dazed. I love taking the train.
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.c
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