by April Vine
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My heart thudded in my ears and my body trembled like a lonesome leaf caught in a thunderstorm, hanging on to a branch for dear life. Yeah, that was me. What the fuck did I sign myself up for that brought me here to this stunning mansion in the mountains where a party had been planned and Ridge, Alan and I were the party favors?
“I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can. You already are.” Ridge took my hand in his large palm, soothing my trembling digits with soft caresses, adding strength to my frayed nerves.
“Come on, pretty lady.” Alan’s sapphire gaze held comforting reassurance. “Just look at yourself.” He turned me around to face an ornate mirror hanging in one of the house’s hundreds of rooms, my designated dressing room for the evening, the owner warmly informed me as we arrived not an hour ago. “Look what you’ve been hiding. It’s always been there, Sara. You just needed a little motivation and now it’s your time to shine.”
I had spent more than three hours in the company of a beauty crew back home at my flat and now I had to admit I hardly recognized the person staring back at me. My once boisterous and frizzy hair had been sleeked out with nothing more than a brush and a blow dryer. Who knew? Contact lenses replaced my spectacles, my lashes separated dexterously to reveal the rather deep hazel of my eyes. The candy-floss pink gloss on my lips added a sultry pout to my mouth. I looked pretty. Strike that. I looked utterly gorgeous.
I wondered why I hadn’t taken the time to preen myself like this before. Perhaps then I might have earned and kept Danny’s full interest. “Nah, screw him,” I muttered to myself as I turned this way and that, admiring my ass in the tight blue gown I wore, held against my body with nothing but a strip of ribbon around my waist. If he couldn’t love me the way I was, he sure as hell wasn’t allowed to love me for what I could have become. And quite frankly I looked good enough to eat.
Maybe I shied away from the real me because in the back of my mind I knew with great beauty came great responsibility, and attention. Maybe my quiet, reserved, round-plant-in-a-square-pot, hide-behind-the-foliage persona couldn’t deal with a hotter version of me. And now, ha… Now I intended to be the showcase of the night, and I intended to use my newfound beauty very wisely indeed. Don’t women do strange things on the rebound? Only mine was a very strange rebound to begin with so I had to go all the way out, right?
Ridge stepped in behind me and slipped a black satin-and-lace mask over my eyes. The mask instilled instant carte blanche. An emboldened sense of freedom rushed through my already excited body, completing the transformation from inner geek to outer goddess. I could so do this. I could pretend to be someone else for one night. I could be as naughty as I wanted, as good as I wanted, as bad as I wanted. I’d answer to no one but myself tonight and with my closest friends as my accomplices, behind a mask of protection, how could I lose? Tomorrow I would go back to being me.
My legs quivered as we left the room and descended the stairs, embarking on my sexual adventure that waited for me below. My gown swished against my curves, the satin molded my ass, my waxed and oiled legs gleamed under the spotlights showering the hall. The clink of my stilettos the only sound echoing in my ears and the only sound louder than that, my heartbeat.
Alan and Ridge, strong and gorgeous in nothing but tight black boxer-briefs, walked me confidently into the heart of things. Our arrival apparently demanded silent attention before a flood of appreciative murmurings surrounded me. Gorgeous. Lovely. Sexy. Hot and dirty. Adjectives the likes I’d never heard before whizzed past my ears. What, who me? Yes, me. I was the star tonight.
Hunky, tall men came up to us and took my hand and kissed my palm, and murmured what could only be erotic things in foreign languages against my neck. Beautiful, worldly women cupped my face and kissed me full on the lips. There was no room to be stunned, not with my horniness spilling over into new territory. The hostess clapped her hands and silence ensued once more as her guests took their places and we took ours on a raised platform in the center of the room with a perfectly decorated bed in its center.
Soft, alluring music cued, my breath staggered, my body shook. It was now or never. And I wanted it now even though my knees threatened to cave and I wanted the floor of the stage on which we stood to swallow me whole. As with every venture in my life, I wanted to back off, back away, no matter how much I’d pep-talked myself into it. I wanted to retreat to safety and oblivion, like I knew myself to do for so many years before. Two different sets of hands slid to the small of my back.
“It’s your night, babe.” Ridge’s soft voice tickled my ear. “Show them what you’ve got.”
“We love you, babe,” Alan reassured me. Their words lifted my lips in a nervous smile. The flimsy ribbon at my waist became undone. Smooth palms slipped inside the body-hugging satin gown I wore. With tantalizing slowness, they dragged it off my body until I stood in a turquoise lace bra, matched with a pair of scanty panties. A cool breeze fluttered over my nakedness. I shivered then sighed as Alan drifted in behind me, nuzzling my neck as he offered me his body heat. Ridge dropped to his knees before me. His hands spread over my abdomen, caressing me. His palms heated my cool, quivering flesh. The thought that I was going to have sex with my best friends released the valve on my inhibitions. The idea overwhelmed me and turned me on more than I could imagine and my imagination is a thing of amazement.
I gasped as Alan unclasped my bra. My breasts sprang free. A leap of desire speared my nipples, making them taut. Alan cupped each breast, his tongue circled the shell of my ear. I moaned at his light caress. Their slow, tentative touches drugged me into a seductive stupor. I felt myself getting wetter.
As Ridge dragged my panties down my legs, Alan lowered his hand, cupped my mound, shielding it from our audience. His index finger slid over my pussy. I dripped with desire down to my thighs. Ridge removed my soaked panties. He glanced up at me, winked, smiled then kissed his way up my leg, nearing the flame between my thighs where Alan stroked with light touches but kept alive raging need.
Ridge’s hands glided up and down my legs, massaging my calves before he grasped the back of one of my knees, raising my leg. Oh fuck. Alan’s fingers slipped into my moist opening—hard, fast—the instant my thighs parted. I lost balance, my mind melted, fire singed my skin and my body just rocked against him, urging him deeper, quicker. I cried in frustration when his fingers escaped me then gasped with pleasure as he used both hands to unfold my pussy lips for Ridge’s mouth. Was this really happening to me? I felt like an exotic creature of the night, enamored by two virile men who wanted to plant their cocks inside me and experience me. How could I feel so exquisitely feminine and at the same time so hungry for their dirty fucking?
Chapter Three
I never knew what to expect. Alan and Ridge kept the choreography from me but my inflamed body went along with everything they had planned. Ridge’s tongue coasted over my clit and dipped into my pussy. I clutched his shoulder, tightening my leg draped over it, moaning as my fingers dug into his skin. A climax started in the pit of my stomach and raced through my body quicker than I expected. Control spiraled away from me, ragged breaths escaped my parted lips. At Alan’s prompt I turned my head to the side. He captured my mouth in a luscious kiss, circling my nipples with his free hands, pinching their erect peaks as Ridge buried his face in my pussy, mercilessly sucking me.
Tears burst from my eyes as I freed my manic orgasm. My body shook as my world lifted off the ground. Spasms still filtered from the pores of my skin. I felt liberated and empowered and I wanted more, I wanted to get even. Alan lowered my leg to the floor. Ridge rose from his knees, cupped my face, opened his mouth on mine and gave me a taste of myself. Did I always taste like that? Hot, sweet and silky? Ridge’s hardened cock meshed against the slippery center of my thighs as I sucked more of my taste out of his mouth. Alan’s cock ground between the globes of my ass. I felt overloaded on lust. I didn’t care what they did to me now. I didn’t care who sa
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They led me to the bed. I sat on the edge. With breathless anticipation, I waited for them to strip, my mouth already watering. My gaze bounced between the two hunks, following their rotating hips, licking my lips as their pelvises gyrated. Huge cocks fought against the confines of their underwear. I was giddy with the sight before me. Oh god, those were their cocks and I was going to blow them, both of them. By the time their boxer-briefs lay at their feet, I sat, so incredibly aroused, in a fresh puddle of pussy juice.
I glanced at their faces. Trusting, encouraging eyes comforted me. They spoke volumes without words and I wanted to please them. The ache in my pussy confirmed exactly how well I might perform for them. They parted my legs, standing astride each of my thighs. God, they were gorgeous—all tanned, ripped, with full, rigid cocks, both pointing eagerly at me.
My hands curled around each hot rod. I slid my palms over their length, fingering their balls. My index fingers tested the heated moisture at their tips. With a bold surge, I ran both my damp fingers down my tongue, their groans pure delight to my ears.
Alan, on my right, cupped the back of my head. I leaned forward and captured him in my mouth. My taste buds registered an unusual flavor as my lips enclosed over his dick. My tongue twirled around it. Alan tasted like vanilla-flavored ice cream. I raised my lashes to meet his gaze, a question in my eyes. He smiled at me, winked, then forced me to the take the entire length of him in my mouth.
Ridge tilted my head toward him. Alan’s wet cock slipped from between my lips. Ridge stuck his erection into my mouth. Caramel sauce. The best accompaniment to vanilla ice cream saturated my buds, my favorite dessert. I looked up at him, removed him from my mouth for a second and mouthed a silent “thank you”. Ridge grinned as he pumped his flavored cock back into my mouth. Alan leaned closer. I opened my mouth wide enough to take both their cocks between my lips and experienced the most mixed emotion of my life. Part of me wanted to cry at their thoughtfulness, the other wanted them to fuck me well into the next year.
With perfect coordination, they lowered me onto my back. Alan knelt beside my head and continued to feed me his cock. Ridge sheathed his erection in a condom. He spread my legs wide, licked my soaked pussy before entering me, slow and gentle at first, so unlike him. I jerked as he stretched me. Alan’s cock slipped from my mouth as I gasped and thrashed around the bed, fascinated by the fact that I had a cock in my pussy. A real, live cock. A beautiful one, a thick and hard one that belonged to a beautiful man, one of my best friends. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. But Alan refused to be neglected. He tapped my lips with the head of his dick. I opened for him, engulfing him now with the same flagrancy I received Ridge’s cock.
Ridge changed his momentum and fucked me hard, drawing shameless moans, groans and whimpers from me, which I tried to stifle but failed. Alan’s cock fell from my mouth. I screamed out in pleasure as Ridge made me climax. At once, I became aware again of the audience before us. Their reaction to my orgasm caused a stir in the ambience around me, charging me with even more sexual abandonment. I wanted to please this appreciative audience. I wanted to give them everything I was worth only because they thought I was worth something—worth a lot actually.
Ridge slipped out of me as Alan slid beneath me. I straddled his thighs until his cock touched the entrance of my pussy. I lowered myself over his now-condom-covered arousal with the poise of a temptress. Slow. Sensuous. My sex lips spread wide to take him in deep. My hips swayed, my breasts tossed about. I fucked him—my mind swimming with images of what Ridge busied himself with behind me.
Alan raised himself, captured the pebbled peak of my breast in his mouth and dragged me down with him as his head rested on the pillow again. His hands brushed down the center of my spine, lower where he separated the spheres of my ass. With master synchronization, the coolness of a lubricating gel tickled my anus. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.
Ridge’s fingers rotated around my tight rim before he took another dollop to the center of my opening. I quivered, quaked, contracting all my muscles as the long-forgotten feeling of intrusion in my ass persisted. Of the three times I had anal sex, with the same person I might add, many many moons ago, none were worthy of remembering now, not with Alan and Ridge at the helm of my starved orifices.
Alan willed me to relax the maniacal hunger brewing within me. Ridge bit and sucked a piece of my ass, his fingers never ceasing their journey deeper into me. I loved every inch of his wicked invasion. When he had labored up to the knuckles of three fingers, Alan slammed me down onto his cock, flat against his balls. Ridge drove home as deep as he could in my ass. I hissed, my breathing chaotic, my ambition to take his whole fucking arm if he’d give it to me. Ridge extracted his fingers then squirted generous amounts of lubricant to my ass again. I was ready for him already—did he know that?
Alan continued to fuck me until my breasts ached from bobbing up and down. Ridge finger-fucked my ass again until I couldn’t think straight anymore. Another climax sluiced through me. I felt like a woman high on wild and loving it. Ridge pulled his fingers from my ass. Alan slipped out of my pussy and flipped me over. He dragged his body down over mine, his mouth nearing my pussy. I trembled as he tongued my sensitive clit. Ridge slipped his naked cock into my mouth the instant I let out a gasp. I sucked him with long strokes and squirmed under Alan’s teasing tongue sliding over the whole of my pussy.
My legs fell farther apart. I would have climaxed again, except Alan removed his tongue and Ridge shifted me up to the edge of the bed, his cock separated from my mouth as he stood beside the bed. He leaned over me and reinserted his cock into my tilted mouth, my head hanging over the bed’s end. Alan passed my legs over to him and he kept them spread wide and raised high. A rush of excitement vacillated back and forth through me. Any embarrassment my overt position rendered diminished to nothingness. I passed the point of awkwardness a long time ago already and all I wanted was to give and take my fill.
Ridge pushed his cock to the back of my mouth, rough and deep. A sliver of pre-cum coated my throat. Alan ran a finger down my exposed anus. A smooth and cool touch I welcomed with dazed acceptance. Until his cock replaced his finger. He tore through my languidness with one swift thrust deep into my well-lubricated ass. Ridge pulled his cock from my mouth, allowing my lascivious scream to vault across the room and settle into the groins of our enthusiastic spectators. My breath whooshed from my lips.
Alan fucked my ass as I soared to a higher level of complete sensuality, but he did so reverently, molding me to his cock, gently grasping my hips to keep me still. I arched my neck and opened my mouth for Ridge’s cock waiting patiently by. He pumped inside my mouth, still holding my legs up. By its own volition, my hand roamed between my thighs, the pads of my fingers glided over my silky, wet pussy. I rubbed my clit, my movements keeping rhythm with the fast way Alan rocked inside my ass and Ridge’s cock thrust into my mouth.
I was the first to fall. An untamed release escaped my body, my muscles clenched around the fingers I inserted into my pussy. I convulsed as my orgasm raked through me. Ridge’s cock size increased between my lips, his balls hardened just as Alan’s did against my ass. Another spasm shot through me at the thought of my mouth and ass filling up with cum.
They had other plans.
Chapter Four
They drew out of me simultaneously. Ridge pinched my nipples as Alan slipped another condom over his cock before he covered my body with his, imprisoning an engorged and sore nipple into his mouth. I loved that about them. Ridge gave it to me hard and fast and Alan soothed me. Both drove me to insanity. Alan suckled on my breast as he flipped me over him, one hand guided his cock into my pussy, the other held me down on it. Even though I’d had multiple orgasms already, my body craved their rock-hard cocks inside me again. I had a lot to make up for anyway. I rode Alan’s cock with eagerness.
Frenzy washed over my body. Now the reality of having them simultaneously neared, thrills raced along my body as Ridge nudged my ass
and pushed inside me with one delightful, forceful thrust. I thought I’d die from pleasure. They knew how to thrust, alternatively, together, slipping out and pounding back inside my ass and pussy with varying degrees of hardness and tenderness. Heat exploded between the thin internal lining of skin parting my two crevices. Wild sensation erupted from my stimulated G-spot. Fire and flames leapt from my skin.
Beyond my own ecstasy triumphed Alan’s and Ridge’s. They grunted as they fucked me but the restraint they mustered threatened to spill inside me within moments.
I looked up and my eyes locked with a full-screen television, displaying my body being fucked by two cocks, leaving nothing hidden. Total exposure. A smile wavered across my lips as I took in the the view of the audience. They sat on the edge of their seats, waiting for the moment Alan, Ridge and I would all come together. I loved the tightness in their expressions, the sheer sexual energy they respectfully kept at bay while they honored us with their appreciation.
I was wanted by a whole room full of gorgeous strangers. I did that to them. I made the men hard and the women wet and they wanted to be me. For one night, they wanted to be me. I swung my gaze back onto myself. A sheen of perspiration glistened from my body, my lips swollen from sucking cock, my hair messy, my eyes passionate. I would never go back to being plain, old Sara Smith after this. How could I when I’d been initiated like this?
“Fuck, Sara, make us come,” Alan whispered breathlessly, his face contorted. I placed both my hands on his chest, stuck my backside out and rushed my ass and pussy against their cocks. Raw sounds broke from their chests. Alan’s chest rumbled against my palms and Ridge’s groans catapulted through his body and into mine. I bit my lip as I came, grinding down on Alan’s cock to lengthen the flight, forcing Ridge to sandwich me without an inch in which to move. Three sleek bodies melding into one, sharing the sweet chaos of release. My body buckled. So did theirs. They squirted into my ass and pussy, their condoms catching their cum, leaving me lulled but alive and different than I’d ever been.
