Simmer, Boil, Burn, Embers: (A Bundle of Tori Nichols' Sexy Tales!)

by Riall,Clee

  “Mmmm,” Adam moaned, licking her gently at first and moving his tongue more vigorously along her clit until she climaxed on him. Tori then got on her knees as he pulled down his jeans, eager to get to his rigid cock. Con stretched out on the ground, staring up into the tree canopy above, listening to Adam’s moans and Tori’s wet fellating. What a little slut she’s turned into, he thought. What a little slut I’ve turned her into.

  Con willed down his own erection as he heard his friend climax. They continued their walk after Tori, wiping her mouth with the back of her sweater sleeve, and Adam, zipping his pants, emerged.

  

  “Last one home has to cook dinner!” Tori shouted. The sun was setting. They’d wanted to go down to the ocean and finally dip their toes, but it was getting too late and too cold.

  Over a meal of cheese tortellini, salads and Italian bread, they chatted. It was amazing to Tori how they could go from being sexual with one another to just sitting around talking like friends. There was never any awkwardness among them and she found that refreshing. There was no phoniness only openness and honesty, so much that two could fuck right in front of the third and no one would say a word when it was over. They simply slipped back into their roles as friends once the sex was finished. Con was right; they weren’t doing anything wrong or immoral. They were simply meeting a basic need in a safe environment. It wasn’t as though she was out having one night stands with strange men every night. She was with two men she trusted implicitly with her body.

  “Where did you tell your parents you were going?” Adam asked Tori when she sat down to eat after washing her hands.

  “I may have mumbled something about a pre-orientation retreat where there would be limited cell service,” Tori said, smiling mischievously. “Did either of you tell your parents where you were going?”

  “Yep, fishing up at the family cabin with friends,” Adam said.

  “Same here, fishing up at Adam’s family cabin,” Con said, smiling.

  “Hmm. And not a word was said about the lack of fishing poles having been packed,” Tori teased them.

  “We packed other poles,” Adam said, winking at her. She tossed her head back in laughter.

  After dinner, the three cleaned up the kitchen. When the plates, glasses and utensils were put away, they all stood about. They chatted idly for a minute before Adam piped up: “Let’s take a shower together.”

  

  The master bedroom featured an overhead waterfall shower with a spray so powerful all three of them were thoroughly soaked in seconds. Tori stood between the men, letting them soap her slender body. Adam took on her front, kissing and sucking her dark brown nipples while Con poured honey-colored body wash down her back. Adam brought his arms around her, kissing her as Con washed the length of her dark hair.

  _

  Con was lying beside Adam, running his fingertips along his friend’s abdomen when Tori emerged from the bathroom, pulling on her robe. They’d been whispering to each other until Adam took Con’s veiny, pulsing shaft in hand, stroking it slowly as they stared into each other’s eyes, stealing hungry, small kisses.

  Tori sat on the edge of the bed, mesmerized. Never had she seen two more stunning specimens. The two of them was a torrid sight.

  Adam’s pulled his lips to the tip of Con’s penis as his body tensed, trembling. After swallowing Con’s load, Adam pulled Tori on to his erection, directing her slow up and down as she rode him to climax while Con watched dreamily beside them, reaching to touch her lips and face as she writhed in ecstasy. Adam drove into her, desperate to quell his aching need. He held onto her slim midsection, holding her so he could slide his throbbing cock up and out until he couldn’t hold back any longer. The three of them of them lie naked on the bed, relishing the warm, dimly illuminated room.

  Eventually they fell into a satisfied slumber.

  

  Around midnight, Con awoke. He looked to his left and saw Tori’s nude back as she lie sleeping on her stomach, her lower half covered in Egyptian cotton sheets. She breathed softly, her faced turned toward him. Her thick lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.

  “Hi,” she murmured, still half asleep.

  “Hi,” he whispered, pushing a lock of hair off her face.

  Adam was out cold on his back to Con’s right. One arm was crooked above his head, the other rested against his flat abdomen. His soft, large member nestled against dark pubic hair.

  “What are you doing up?” Tori asked, her voice heavy with sleep.

  “I just woke up. I wasn’t sure where I was at first,” he said, smiling.

  She smiled. “I love it here. I feel like this is where I’m supposed to be, right here with you and Adam.”

  “Taking in all our sperm when we get the urge to spill it?” he asked.

  “You’re a jerk,” she said.

  “You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said, seeming genuinely contrite. He sighed. “Maybe we shouldn’t be using you like we have been.”

  “What?” she asked, sitting up on her forearms.

  “I was thinking about what you said earlier, about whether what we were doing was wrong.”

  “I thought about what you said too – about how it’s just sex. You and Adam haven’t exactly held a gun to my head. I know I was shy and scared at first, but I like doing it with you both.”

  Con blushed. He kissed her shoulder.

  Adam stirred and sat up suddenly.

  “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. We didn’t wake you did we?” Con asked him quietly. Adam scrubbed a hand over his face and looked over at the clock.

  “Nah, I had a really weird dream,” he said. “What are you two doing up? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

  “Not yet,” Con teased.

  Tori got up, picking he robe up from the floor. “Well, I’m awake. Anybody want a snack?”

  The threesome ended up lounging in the living room. Adam, clad only in blue boxers, lit another fire to take the chill from the room. Tori leaned against him on the sofa while she nibbled on green grapes. He put his arm around her shoulders. Con poured himself some vodka.

  “We should come back up here every year around this time,” Tori said.

  “Sure, but you don’t think you’ll be busy with school and internships?” Adam asked.

  “I can make time,” she said, placing the bowl of grapes on the coffee table. She clutched Adam’s firm forearm.

  Con looked at Adam, raising an eyebrow. Tori didn’t see what passed between them as she lay against his body contentedly.

  Adam untied Tori’s robe, tightening his hold around her.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” she murmured, smiling.

  “Shh,” he whispered, kissing her neck. He squeezed her breasts. Tori tilted her head back as he moved his hand between her legs.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as his fingers slid past her labia.

  “We’re gonna give you a little bedtime present to help you sleep,” Adam whispered, catching her earlobe with his teeth. Tori smiled, not knowing that they weren’t just going to take turns on her or make her suck one while fucking the other.

  Adam pushed his boxers down. Tori could feel him rising against her back.

  Con stood by the bar, waiting hungrily.

  Tori closed her eyes, getting wetter as Adam fondled her. He lifted her hips, pulling his cock forward. He pressed the ample tip to her overheated sex, pushing in slowly so she was comfortable with it.

  “Oooo,” she moaned.

  “You’ve never had it like this before have you?” Adam whispered. She shook her head. It was an entirely new position. He pressed his hand to her smooth belly and pushed his cock further into her warm slickness.

  Con couldn’t wait any longer. He untied his robe, erection pulsing as he climbed between Tori’s spread legs. Adam was already buried in her snatch, but that didn’t stop Con from moistening his fingers and sliding them inside.

  Tori looked at him, wide-eyed, almost fearful. Adam held he
r tighter, thrusting beneath her.

  “You’re going to like it,” Con said. He held her thighs apart as he began pushing into her already stuffed opening.

  “Ahhhh!” Tori cried out. It felt like she was going to break in two. Neither man stopped his advancement.

  “That’s right take it like a good little slut,” Con hissed. Tori was trying to pull away, the sex was too intense. “Tori, if you don’t calm down you’re going to hurt.”

  Her body was on fire as she tried not to tense up. The two men took their pleasure, their cocks stretching and filling every inch of her. She was reduced to whimpering, the double dipping was too great a strain for her to do much else.

  “You didn’t think we brought you up here to take us on one-on-one all weekend did you? You should’ve expected this,” Con murmured to her as he thrust, his swollen manhood rubbing against Adam’s, sliding against Tori’s taut vaginal walls.

  She wanted to scream at him, but the pain was smoothing into a delicious ache. The friction from having two stiff cocks sliding around her G-spot made her legs go numb.

  “Sss, you feel her tightening up? I think she’s about to get off,” Adam held on to her, her body was giving them tacit approval as her silky muscles contracted around their shafts. “She likes losing her DP cherry after all.”

  Tori tried to hold back her climax but her body wouldn’t let her. Her arms were being held down, but that didn’t keep her fingers from clawing the rich leather sofa.

  Adam groaned softly under her, relieving his erection first with three quick hot spurts. He released his hold on her body as he filled her.

  “Fuck!” Con groaned as his orgasm hit. He held his body on hers as his creamy load mixed with Adam’s.

  Con slid out first, pulling most of their ejaculate with him. Tori pulled off Adam. Exhausted, she lie on her side on the sofa.

  “What a nice way to end our weekend,” Con said, stroking her thigh. “I told you that you were mine and I can do whatever I see fit with you.”

  Tori turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling, not responding.

  Their hot ejaculate seeped from her sex. She felt bruised and more than a little violated... in spite of all that, Tori couldn’t help wanting the two of them inside her again.

  Real soon.

  END

  EMBERS

  Book 4

  © 2015

  The ride home was quiet, just as Tori wanted it to be. She needed some time to reflect on what transpired in the last couple of days with Adam and Con.

  Sitting alone in back of the Range Rover, she looked at the two men in front. They wore the satisfied looks of people who had gotten exactly what they wanted. For them, the weekend couldn’t have gone more perfectly. Passions spilled, lusts were fulfilled, inhibitions faded as they explored, touched, and tasted each other in the most intimate ways possible.

  Before they got into the Rover to return home, the three couldn’t resist one more go at one another. Right there again on the sofa, Tori parted her thighs and stared into each man’s eyes as he took his pleasure within her.

  After taking both of them on at the same time the evening prior, she had to admit that one on one was no equal. There wasn’t that level of careful, hungry intimacy, of the two of them pushing her deepest regions while simultaneously time making certain they didn’t go too far and hurt her.

  Tori was gratified by their ragged breath and warm muscled bodies tensing as they drove to climax on top of her, both putting their wet mouths to hers as they spent themselves. She gave a self-satisfied smile as they slid their members, drained but still firm, from her contracted warmth, their milky essences creaming her labia.

  But she worried she was getting in too deep, becoming too consumed with sex. What would happen when she started school soon? Con and Adam wouldn’t be there to release her tension. Despite her newfound sexual prowess, she couldn’t let it screw up all the plans she’d made for the future.

  “Why so quiet?” Con asked, waking Tori from her existential angst.

  “Nothing, just thinking about some things.”

  Con shrugged. He turned and focused on punching buttons on the radio, trying to find something to listen to.

  -

  When Tori was dropped at her house, she’d made up her mind. There would be no more sex. Not for a while anyway. The summer fun was over. It was time to get her mind back on track.

  -

  A few days past and Con put forth his best seduction efforts to get her back into bed. Tori held firm, going so far as to push him away with more force than she thought she was capable of one afternoon as he tried to get her shorts down.

  “What the hell is your problem?” he’d demanded.

  “You are,” she said, not caring to elaborate. She wasn’t going to cave to her body’s cravings. She had to be better than that.

  Tori left for school shortly thereafter without telling her oldest friend, the man who’d ushered her to full womanhood, goodbye.

  

  By the time winter break came around, Tori worked her way onto the Dean’s List at her elite East Coast university.

  She’d been grinding away at her grades, leaving little time for a social life, despite being asked out more than a few times. Determined not to fall into the sex trap again, she declined all social interaction; no parties, no keggers, no sororities, no dinner dates, nothing. If it didn’t help her academically, she had no use for it.

  The ‘no sex’ rule didn’t stop her from thinking about that previous summer with her friends – her ‘boys’ as she fondly recalled them. She spent many hours alone in her dorm room sliding her fingers around her nipples, moving them down around her swollen clit, as she thought about the three of them together. She missed how their bodies felt as they let go, their grunts and moans that came deep from their throats as they climaxed. Some nights, all she could think about was how badly she wanted a taste of them. Those intrusive thoughts almost kept her from returning to California, but it was her mother’s insistence that made her book a flight home.

  -

  Tori’s stepfather, Dagen, was at the airport waiting for her. She gave him a small smile and peck on the cheek once she spotted him at the baggage claim. He returned the smile as he helped her with her luggage.

  “Good flight?” he asked.

  “It was fine. I’m exhausted though,” she said. Traveling cross- country was grueling. Tori had never been able to relax on planes.

  Dagen Nichols had formally adopted Tori shortly after his marriage to her mother when Tori was three and a half. He was the only father she’d ever known and he’d treated her well over the years – almost like a princess, yet he was quite reserved around her, never being overly affectionate. Tori found it a little difficult to look him in the eyes. He seemed so intimidating with his cold, steely gaze, a trait she figured served him well as managing partner of a well-known and respected California law firm. Tori didn’t know much about his work other than he dealt with high profile civil cases. She’d never been very interested in her stepfather’s work.

  The years had been kind to Dagen. He was 45, but looked ten years younger, something she attributed to long sessions on the racquetball court among his other athletic ventures. At six foot three, he always cut an imposing, impressive figure with his thick sandy hair just beginning to hint at gray and eyes the color of warm honey. Tori always thought he paired well with her mother – they were like an older, well kept Ken and Barbie. She’d always resented that she didn’t get more of her mother’s beauty and could probably never get a man like Dagen.

  On the drive home in Dagen’s Mercedes E-Class, the man attempted to make small talk, but Tori sensed there was something more he wanted to say. He’d never tried to relate to her before except on the most shallow of levels so the chatter from him was strange. Tired from the trip, she didn’t force the issue. She had a feeling whatever the subject was, it wasn’t going to be anything easy and she just wasn’t mentally prepared for
it right then.

  -

  That night, after a long, steaming shower and a nap, Tori headed down to get some food. Her mother was at one of her charity organizations – something to do with helping single mothers during the holidays. She’d quickly acknowledged her only child with a quick kiss before she rushed off to have her hair and makeup professionally done. Tori knew she probably wouldn’t see her mother the rest of the night. She long knew her mom’s charity work was more an excuse to be with her friends, getting drunk on $500 bottles of wine.

  Dagen was home.

  “Tori,” he called to her from his study.

  Puzzled, she went to him.

  Her stepfather was in pressed khaki slacks, brown loafers, and a dark brown cashmere sweater with a button down white dress shirt underneath. He was sipping what looked to be scotch from a crystal cut glass as he sat in a leather chair.

  “Sit down, I need to talk to you about something,” he said in what Tori always referred to as his ‘lawyerly’ voice: deep and authoritative, meant to intimidate.

  Tori took a seat across from him. He poured more scotch.

  “It’s come to my attention that you had a birth control device removed over the summer,” he said bluntly. Tori was stunned. Her face grew hot with embarrassment.

  “W-What?” she stammered, her mind reeling.

  “You had an IUD implanted and you later had it removed. Why did you do that?” that steely stare was aimed right at her.

  From his tone, Tori wasn’t sure if he was asking why she would have the device implanted or why she had it taken out. At best, she was hoping he was asking the latter, especially since she was going off to college.

  The hot embarrassment gave way to cold pinpricks of anger. Her birth control was none of his business!