The mood, now, was entirely appropriate for the perverse things we were about to do to one another, and the mysterious obscurity of the fog gave us just the level of anonymity we needed to lower our inhibitions to the level necessary for things to unfold.
The three of us were now a sea of entwined, grabbing limbs, each of us clutching for whatever fleshy surface we could grab, and none of us entirely certain which party, or even which sex we were groping. Their hands were all over me, squeezing on my tits through my blouse, gripping against my ass, and I think, even at this early stage, accidentally touching one another as well in their confusion.
In our present, jumbled state, then, it wasn't long at all before the fabric came melting gradually away, the sliding of our hands now bringing along clutched fabric, and peeling it from one another's anatomies as though our lives depended on one another's nudity. I could feel them denuding me as they groped me from tit to toe, yanking my blouse up over my head, and mussing up my hair in the process.
They dredged the fabric of my skirt down from my ass, to my knees, all the way down to around my ankles, and then the two of them alternated in sliding their fingers beneath the fabric of my tight, lacy lingerie. One of them, I couldn't tell which, was slipping their fingers beneath the cups of my bra, squeezing on the flesh of my breasts and kneading me up, and evoking such a string of impassioned moans from my chest that I thought I might collapse into a heap on the floor.
This same party then routinely played with the straps of my bra as well, threatening to slide them down from my arms and peel me out of the damn thing, but never quite accomplishing this, yet the sweet agony of it making me lightheaded all the while as he tormented me.
Then, the other set of hands, whosever they may have been, was digging around in my panties as though it was some newly discovered territory down there. Slipping his fingers beneath the lace, he squeezed on my buttocks with the force of a damn vice, massaging me and pinching me to oblivion, and then sliding back around to my front side as well.
He caressed my thighs in a very similar manner, causing my knees to tremble as he ventured ever nearer to my quivering pussy, yet every time he verged on fingering me he pulled away, getting me so hot and bothered for him that I wanted to scream.
And finally, sure enough, I was stripped out of my bra and panties altogether, left completely naked and vulnerable between the two of them, and my body so lit up with desire in that moment that I didn't even know how I would survive the entire ordeal of the affair.
I reached over, unbuttoning and unzipping each of the men, pulling each of their penises out into the open, and savoring the heat of their wet, sticky shafts between my fingers, and then stepping back in anticipation. I gazed in awe as they undressed the remainder of the way before me, peeling out of their tight, form-hugging shirts and revealing to me two tight, muscular bodies that were practically beyond the pours of my own comprehension. I shuddered and moaned at the sight of them, craving their flesh around and inside me, and the next thing I knew the three of us were in the shower, stepping ever closer to the ultimate goal.
Those beautiful bastards really tore into me now. There initial hesitation now vanished, they sandwiched in around me and positively ravished my wet, naked body. Their long, hot, splashing penises ground up against me on either side as they crushed me beneath their collective weight. Justin stood in front of me, kissing me wetly on the lips and putting his tongue into me, his stiffy slicing up against my abdomen as he ravished my nude form. He seized hold of my thigh, and hoisted it up around his waist, digging his erection even deeper into me than it had been before, and causing me to cry out in agony at the feeling of him as he jabbed so fiercely into my body.
Mark, meanwhile, stood behind me, grinding his erection through the crack of my ass, squeezing on my buttocks, and all the while running kisses up and down, up and down, up and down along the course of my neck. He sank his teeth into me, and chewed me up and spat me out as he loved me up into a frenzy, my head spinning and cries of passion slipping from my throat in spite of my best efforts at suppressing them.
Then, miraculously, somehow or another, I vanished from between the two men's bodies altogether. I stood back, astonished, as I watched the two of them wrapped up in one another's arms, making out like damn newlyweds, apparently embracing a bisexuality that I'd heretofore been completely unaware of having existed in either of them.
I began to play with my pussy as I watched the two of them, rubbing myself off to the sight of their lips popping and dissolving and melting against one another, and their erect penises jousting up against one another all the while, in a manner that was unbelievably erotic.
And that was when it hit me-the fact that, hell, I was totally missing out on a golden opportunity here, which is watching this all from afar.
Remedying this, then, I quickly squatted down in between the two men's bodies, ducking down over the floor of the tub and seizing each man's erect penis in my hand. I began to stroke them in tandem, occasionally and intentionally making the tips of their wangs kiss as I stretched and pumped the skin, and then I parted my jaws wide, and began to suck back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between each man's engorged cock. I deep throated those lucky bastards like a pro as they made out up above, shoving one long blade down my gullet until it jousted against the back of my throat, and then spitting him out, coated with slime and spit, and switched to the other.
For so long I alternated in this manner, deep throating from one to the other and back again, again and again and again, until suddenly, unexpectedly, I noticed one of them was beginning to ejaculate all over me. It was Mark, I somehow deduced through my dizziness, unable to hold his nut in light of all the hot, lurid action taking place around him.
I hurriedly opened my mouth to receive his load, and tasted only a fraction of it. The rest of it came spurting all over my face, drenching me in cum in addition to the scalding water of the shower, and by the time I rose back up to full height I could scarcely see a thing.
Thankfully, though, my two lovers were on the case in short enough order, kissing the sperm away from my face and cleaning me up in a manner that water could in no way achieve.
Soon, I was being whisked back onto the bed, far dirtier than ever at this point, and things were beginning to escalate. Mark, for the time being, was sitting by on the sidelines, his snake drained as it were from drenching my cheeks in the shower, and his task for the time being to refuel by masturbating to the sight of Justin and I going at it.
Justin, meanwhile, was spreading my legs wide, pushing my thighs far apart, and bowing his head down between them. I began to moan almost immediately as he began to eat my pussy for me, sliding his tongue through the hot, fleshy meat, lapping and rolling around through the pink floral folds in that manner he had, that sweet way I'd forgotten him to be capable of it had been so very long since he'd munched on me in that way.
Sensations trickled through my body as the spear of his tongue dug and twisted through my body, causing my spine to arch and the cheeks of my ass to clench in reaction, my spine tingling and every inch of my anatomy seizing with delight as he nibbled me with relish.
I came wildly, and the next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees, my ass thrusted out and my spine arched humiliatingly. He mounted me like a damn animal, clambering up on top of me and sliding himself inside. Good Lord, how I missed being stretched out by that giant cock of his, feeling it opening me wide to an extent that verged on unbearable, and the initial penetration only a very marginal fraction of the story.
I shivered, anticipating my own destruction, and finally he reared back, and came smashing back hard into my body. He tore into me like hell, his pelvis smashing against my ass and his thrusts unbearable from the get-go. I could feel myself, in no time at all, beginning to heat up again as he brutally fucked me, grinding through my body and producing a dreadful friction, pushing and pumping and devastating me as we screwed, his cock a force that I'd missed far mo
re acutely than I could have even anticipated now that he was back inside me.
And as I was plowed, and pounded, and ripped to shreds beneath him, I could spy Mark across the room despite the jarring ripping back and forth of my head. I could tell that he was getting more and more worked up by the smashing of my lover against my ass, the hot, wet clapping of our genitals and the shrieks flying up from my lips in droves. He was pumping his own erection harder and harder and harder smashing his wrist into his pelvis with a devastating force, until at last he was back up and running in terms of the sexing department.
His refractory period now passed, he was sauntering back over to the two of us, climbing onto the pile, and adding his heat to our entwined bodies.
There was a bit of rearrangement, then, bodies shifting and repositioning, until at last we settled on an arrangement that was absolutely mind-blowing for yours truly.
Both of them, without warning, were inside me at once. Mark was beneath me, penetrating my pussy from beneath, his shaft drilling deep into me, and hitting my sweet spot each time he squirmed up into me beneath my weight. And on top of me, Justin was cramming his own cock up my cunt, his shaft grinding against Mark's and creating a beautiful, dreadful friction, the sliding of their erections against one another inside me driving me wild, and the overall effect as they pushed and pumped and grunted into my body unlike anything in my wildest dreams.
Those men stretched my pussy out harder and hotter than it had ever been stretched before in my life, pumping and jackhammering into me like mad, slapping and dashing and sending me moaning like wild with sensations with each passing thrust. And finally, with one last, vigorous heaving of flesh, they drove themselves deeper into my body, and all hell broke loose within that single, concentrated point.
Each of the men began to ejaculate wildly, their batting order unclear as they absolutely drenched my insides with sperm. What was clear as day, though, was the fact that each swirling of ejaculate coated each man's cock with the fluids of the other, lubricating them in as sensual a manner as you could hope to imagine as they continued to thrust and to joust, with the last dying pangs of orgasm.
The combined effect was entirely too much for me to be able to handle. I began, in no time at all, to cum wildly as well, set over the edge by the combined force of their cocks blasting into me, and nothing I could do at this point able to save me from my own beautiful destruction. Blinding orgasm came rippling through my sweat soaked body, causing me to twitch and convulse between the two men, fingers curling and groans of agony pouring from my lips, stars flashing before my eyes as I hit the roof with climax, and my breath momentarily failing me until at last, at long, weary last, I fluttered back down into some semblance of composure.
My lovers pulled out of me, and for some time the three of us made out tenderly, wrapped up in one another's arms, and so overwhelmed by the success of this most glorious high school reunion that I couldn't begin to believe it.
I would find out, only a couple of weeks later, that I was pregnant with one of the two men's babies, without any inkling as to which of the two of them was the true father.
This could prove itself quite the complication on any number of levels...
*****
THE END
Pleasure Unleashed
“How about him?” I asked, leering down across the bar to a man whose face was only half-lit, the other half in shadow.
“Who?” asked Derrick, squinting, right in the direction of the dude, yet somehow failing to ascertain all the same who I was referring to.
“That guy, right there! The one I'm pointing to...” I outstretched a finger in his direction, having wished to resist any need for pointing, given that it would have given away, more or less, what the two of us were attempting to accomplish. Discretion, I knew, without a doubt, was a must.
Derrick leaned in, following the trail of my finger with his eyes. Finally, he seemed to catch on to the man to whom I was pointing to, and he studied him carefully, his eyes roving up and down along the surface of his body. Finally, after an extensive degree of consideration, he shook his head. “No, no. No, I don't think so, sorry.”
“What? Why, what's wrong with him?” I insisted, turning to look at my boyfriend with a raised eyebrow, thinking that at this point he must be splitting hairs rather than finding any sort of legitimate fault with these men.
“God, I don't know... I've never really given this sort of thing much thought until now, you know? I don't really have a specific reason, it's just a vibe. He just... he doesn't seem... no.”
“Oh, come on, there's got to be some sort of reason. I mean, I really don't give a damn what it is as far as that goes, but knowing it would be helpful so I can decide what the hell I should be looking for that apparently distinguishes these men from one another in your mind. We're going to be here for hours at this rate, and my birthday only lasts until midnight you know.”
“I know, I know, all right. It's just a lot of pressure for me, is all. I'll try, I promise I'll try. Now, uh... let me see... um... I think, maybe... maybe it's how he's dressed. I don't know. He seems like a damn hipster or something. He's too neat. Too thin. And those God-awful glasses....”
“See, that wasn't so hard, now was it? I knew I could eventually get you objectifying men if I tried hard enough. Okay, well, I'll keep that in mind. Now, um... how about that guy?”
“What guy?”
“The one, next to the last guy I pointed to, the hipster, but two seats down.”
“That's a chick. I mean, I'd totally be up for you and another chick.”
I gave him a pissed off look, but I couldn't help but allow the corners of my lips to curl up into a sarcastic smile at the remark. “No, gorgeous, let's save that discussion for when your birthday rolls around. I'm talking about the other side of the guy than what you're apparently looking at.”
“Sorry, she just had a great rack. I couldn't help but let my eyes be drawn to it.” I slapped him on the chest and he laughed nervously, which was good, because I think we needed to diffuse the tension between the two of us just a bit in that moment.
“Hey, if you're teaching me to objectify men, I should at least be able to give equal treatment to women, shouldn't I?” I didn't dignify this with an answer aside from another sarcastic glance, and he picked up readily on the hint, turning back toward where I'd directed him, and reverting to his scholarly, on-the-prowl consideration. “All right, all right, all right. Ummmm, let me look again. The guy two seats down, the guy two seats down... oh, I see him now. Hmmmm... yeah, no.”
“What? But you barely looked at him. He seems perfect to me.” I was getting a little bit exasperated at this point, which I knew to be wholly unreasonable on my part, but I think it stemmed from sort of the same nervousness as Derrick felt, even if it did happen to be expressed a bit differently.
His mode of operation was to prolong the inevitability of selection for as long as possible, to put off the decision that was getting him worked up, whereas I wanted to know who we'd be going with as soon as humanly possible, in order to bite the bullet of making the initial choice, not to mention diminishing the likelihood of my not going through with it once the choice had been made.
“God, I don't know, Katie. I told you, I don't have reasons for all of this. It's not something I have any sort of direct sense for, because I've never had to look at a guy with this sort of eye before. It's a huge change in my mode of thinking, don't you think?”
“You don't have to go through with this, you know,” I said, looking more annoyed than ever, and certainly more so than I had any right to be. But of course, even as I said this, I knew it was only half true. I mean, no, he didn't actually have to do anything. But by this point, it was pretty much an expectation on my part, and I would have been hella disappointed if he'd wimped out and backed out of our arrangement. This was, after all, his main gift to me this year, and it would have been wholly unreasonable of him to deny me that which he'd promised.
/> But, at the same time, I'm not going to act like I couldn't sympathize with his point of view. Had the shoe been on the other foot, and he wanted me to indulge his fantasy in an equal and opposite manner (as he'd just alluded to a few moments before), it might not have been so difficult for me.
I'd always, admittedly, had something of a curious streak, even if only a very mild one, but if it had been something he'd desired of me, say for a one-time thing, I might have agreed pretty damn readily to go through with it, and not feel nearly as put out by the fact of being asked to choose a third, female bedfellow.
Nevertheless, he seemed to be going into this like a champ, and though he sighed in exasperation, I could see him really attempting to make an effort on my behalf as he turned back in the direction of the stranger across the bar. “No, no, I still want to do this for you. Just, let me think, all right? Um... I think that guy's problem is that he's too hairy or something... bulky... poorly kept, and all that.”
“Wait, now. You just said that the exact opposite of that was the problem with the man two seats down. Like, literally ten seconds ago, you were pointing out all the opposites as issues, and now you're just reversing it.”
“Look, I told you it's not a science, all right? I know it's stupid, that's just how I feel!” He was getting pretty damn flustered at this point. My initial impulse was to tear right back into him in response, to argue just as vehemently that he needed to get on the damn ball with this, and that he was making me more and more nervous as the moments ticked by.
But I somehow succeeded, then, in calming myself down, getting my act together and gaining my composure. I considered his point of view once again, and tried to put myself in his shoes. Although I felt I would have been far more comfortable in the reverse situation, as mentioned previously, I tried to envision his own discomfort, and it became far easier to guess what he must be going through.
As much as I might have wanted quick and easy results with this, I knew that rushing him into anything he wasn't comfortable with would just cause the whole thing to blow up in my face—and not at all in the kinky sense of the phrase that I genuinely wanted.
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