by Jenny Penn
Alex didn’t hesitate, didn’t even stop take a breath before he pushed forward, claiming Heather in the most primal way a man could claim a woman and loving every second of it.
Chapter 36
Heather had known this moment was coming, a part of her having craved it for more years than she could remember. Now it was here, more intense than anything she’d ever imagined. Alex Krane had his dick buried in her ass.
That thought felt forbidden, wicked, and wrong, which only made her cunt spasming and cream all the harder. It ached to feel his thickness stretching her sheath wide once again, but a wantonly naughty part of herself admitted that it was better in the ass.
Alex felt so large, and hard, and deliciously thick, stretching her tender muscles further than they had been in a long time and making her wish that he would give it to her just as hard and deep as Konor had earlier. The bastard denied her, though, keeping his motions slow and steady as he pumped his hips with a hypnotizing roll.
Heather couldn’t control the sounds of needs as they quaked out of her, quivering with the pleasure that was winding so tightly through her muscles she felt pulled taut. She felt on the edge of either breaking or exploding, but did neither as she remained strung out on the edge of a release she just simply couldn’t reach no matter how much she tried.
Heather’s frustration began to turn toward panic at the feel of Alex twisting and the sound of his voice rumbling out.
“Thanks, man.”
Konor had joined them. Heather barely had a chance to consider what that meant before her world went dark. Black velvet covered her vision, settling down over her nose in a satiny caress that tightened with a slight pinch as Alex tied the ends of the blindfold together. She didn’t need her eyes, though, to know Konor had crawled onto the bed in front of her.
Not only could she feel the mattress indent in front of her, she could smell the spicy scent of his arousal as something hot, smooth, and a little sticky brushed against her cheek. Heather only needed one guess to know what was knocking at her lips. Licking her tongue out, she tasted the delicious flavor of his desire and found herself almost instantly addicted.
Heather didn’t even bother to try to fight the hunger as she opened her mouth and took him deep, allowing her tongue to twirl around his length as she lapped up the proof of his arousal. No sooner, though, then her lips had clamped around his swollen length, than the scent of peaches and cream wafted past her nose.
A second later, a strong set of hands settled down over her back and began to work the tension from each and every one of her muscles. Another set of hands joined the first, working the cool lotion into a warm tide that had her melting beneath their touch.
Heather tried to resist the sensual spell they were weaving around her, certain that a trap lay within their intent, but she couldn’t resist the heavenly strokes of their hands over her body. Her intentions to drive Konor wild with a blow job were quickly forgotten as his dick slipped free of her lips and she gave herself over to their care. With no thoughts of resisting, she relaxed, sinking downward until she was all over Konor’s lap.
Alex and Konor taught her a new lesson about pleasure. Spots that had never before been sensitive lit up with delight beneath the gentle rub of their fingertips, leaving a trail of tingles and shivers in their wake. From the tips of her toes to the bend in her knees and over the ticklish dip in her back all the way to the sensitive stretch of skin behind her ears, Heather’s entire body quivered with awareness, ultrasensitive to even the very brush of air against her flesh.
Her breasts swelled, her cunt creamed, eager with anticipation of a more intimate touch as Alex’s hands rolled over her and began to work their way down her front. That anticipation thickened as Konor’s fingers joined him, massaging up the tops of her thighs and over the curve of her hip, but he left her souring with frustration as the slow, sensual glide of his fingers skipped all the pertinent areas throbbing for his touch.
Heather knew it was intentional, knew they were pointedly tormenting her, because there was no way Alex could miss the arch and lift of her breasts as she tried to curve the aching globes into his palms as they slid around the sides of her rib cage. Neither could Konor have missed the arousal slickening down the insides of her thighs as she parted her legs in open invitation, making Alex’s dick settle even deeper into her ass and causing her breath to catch as a shudder rolled through her.
Both men ignored the demands implicit in her actions, but instead continued to slowly learn every texture and feel of her entire body as they studied how she responded to each and every touch. Heather learned something, too. She learned that she was sensitive to their touch almost everywhere and that pleasure could become so intense it bordered on pain.
She didn’t mind. The tenderness and contentment fueling the rapture boiling in her blood was worth the searing heat. She’d dreamed so many dreams of them, imagining just how good it would feel to be loved by both of them, but even her wildest fantasy didn’t compare.
Not to this.
For the first time in her life, Heather felt cherished, adored, almost loved. It was an illusion. She knew it, but was too intoxicated on the lust running hot and thick between the three of them to care. Right then, all that mattered was the pleasure. She wanted more.
Arching her hips, Heather bounced her ass, making that demand quite clear. Behind her Alex groaned, his hands shifting quickly to her hips to settle her motion and hold her still, but Heather wouldn’t be so easily tamed. Not this time. Instead, she clenched her ass tight, constricting her muscles around him until Alex snarled and rolled.
Heather squealed as she found herself tumbling across the mattress, but Alex controlled the motion to ensure he stayed buried deep in her ass. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pinned her to him. Heather didn’t want to escape, though. No, she wanted another roll.
The feel of Alex’s thick cock swaying within her tight channel had her panting out little mews of delight as she squirmed in his hold. He didn’t try to control her movements, but let her wiggle as he wrapped his ankles around hers and forced her legs wide as he opened up her cunt to Konor, who she could sense lording over her. The hot feel of his gaze seared across her skin as something soft plunked down on the mattress near to her hip.
Whatever it was, she forgot all about it a moment later as the mattress dipped again and the coarse coating of hair covering Konor’s legs tickled along the inside of her thighs. The air thickened with tension as she held herself tense against what she could sense coming.
Her stomach quivered with anticipation as she felt the rough, callused brush of his fingertips gliding through the creamy folds of her cunt as Konor spread the lips of her pussy wider, opening her up for the heated brush of the smooth flared head of his cock.
Heather’s breath caught and held as he finally began pressing into her, splitting her wide around the thick width of his erection. Konor slid in slowly, allowing her to savor every inch of his hard length as his dick ground over the sensitive walls of her sheath, pressing back against the meaty dick still packed deep and tight into her ass.
Electric thrills raced up her spine as her cunt spasmed, tightening her ass around Alex’s cock even as her sheath milked Konor’s. She’d never felt so deliciously full before. It felt as there wasn’t enough room for both of them, but somehow they managed. Better yet, they began to move.
Slowly pumping and sliding in opposing strokes they worked her between each other as both kept their hands on her hips, holding her steady and forcing her into the rhythm that they set, a rhythm that quickly drove her insane. She needed to move and move now, but every time she shifted or flexed in an attempt to pump her hips, Alex and Konor’s fingers tightened, holding her still and forcing her to endure their slow, steady fucking.
The pleasure built up until Heather cried out and bucked hard enough to break their hold. They retaliated instantly, pinning her back in place and picking up speed as they took her with savage strokes that ha
d them burying their long, hard lengths deep into her at the same time.
Heather was stretched tight and packed full and loving every minute of it. Her pussy spasmed as her ass pulsed, each echoing back with a searing wash of rapture that quickly spread up her spine, consuming the smaller thrills still vibrating through her. The combined pleasures had her squealing and thrashing as she felt the first white hot bolts of pure ecstasy streak through her pelvis.
Lost in the moment, she was unprepared for when the blinding burst of sharpened agony scorched through her as a cool metal set of lips clamped down on her nipple. Heather bucked hard, setting off another euphoric rush as her cunt and ass greedily sucked on the shafts stretching them wide.
The pressure blossoming out of her chest combined with the rapture blooming through her pelvis until she was panting, sweating hard as she strained toward the release that had just been snatched out of her grasp. As the pain faded into a throb that kept perfect beat with her pounding heart, Heather felt her definition of pleasure shift and grow.
She needed more. Something more.
Heather just didn’t know what, but she knew she wouldn’t find it at the slow pace Alex and Konor returned to as the flex of their hips wound back down to a crawl and their motions unwound back into an uneven rhythm. If they were trying to drive her insane, they were succeeding. Stoking the fiery passion raging like a wildfire through her veins, Alex and Konor strung her out on the pleasure until even her demands twisted back into incoherent cries. Only then, when she’d lost all sense of time and reality, did Konor strike again.
The sharp bite of a second clamp over her other nipple sent a piercing pain lancing through the sweet bliss that had started to settle over her. Within seconds, the two sensations had morphed into each other, each intensifying the other and leaving Heather panting and mewing as Konor and Alex picked up speed until they were pounding into her in rhythm together and making her come so hard, so fast, the pleasure imploded in on itself.
Her climax cratered, the rapture sharpening back into a fierce need that had her even more desperate for a real release. That was the one thing Konor and Alex clearly didn’t intend to indulge her in. A sweet prickle of apprehension quivered through her with that thought as Konor and Alex slowed back down once again, proving that they really did intend to drive her mad.
That was a quick trip, and getting shorter by the second. Heather had thought she knew what she was getting herself into, but it was becoming clear that she’d grossly underestimated Konor and Alex’s fortitude…and how much they like their toys.
Konor had a chain now. She could feel the cool, metal links brush over the flushed valley between her breasts as the clamps tugged at their tender tips, making Heather moan and twist and eliciting a husky laugh that echoed from either side of her.
“Well, I think our little sweetness likes it a little sour. What do you think, Alex?” Konor taunted her, his amusement deepening his tone until it licked over her like a wicked little caress.
“I think you might be right,” Alex murmured into her ear as his hands slid around her sides to trace over the trembling muscles of her stomach and tug on the chain Konor had clearly used to attach both nipples together.
The subtle pull had a magnified effect as her breasts throbbed in beat with her cunt and in rhythm with her ass, causing her whole body to shudder and clench in time with the ache flushing through her. That ache only swelled as Konor’s fingers brushed over her clit.
For a second, Heather’s breath caught as the fear that he intended to clamp her clit had her stilling. Uncertain if she was ready to go that far, her fears were erased when, instead of the sharp bite of another set of metal teeth, Konor settled something soft and gentle over her swollen bud. It hit Heather then, a second before Konor clicked the butterfly on, just what he intended.
“No, wait—ahhhhhh….oh, God!”
Heather gulped and panted as her whole body went wild, bucking and writhing with the ecstasy vibrating through her. Her ass was on fire, her cunt spasming uncontrollably and breasts burned with a pain that simply made the pleasure sharper, more violent in its demands. Through it all, Alex and Konor let her run free, groaning and whispering dirty, forbidden compliments as they fucked her with hard, fast strokes that had Heather quickly racing up another peak.
Heather couldn’t bear it. She came hard, screaming herself raw as her body convulsed with the glory of her climax. It hadn’t even begun to dull when Konor popped one clamp free and sent a second tide of delight pounding through her. By the time he forced her to endure the third as he freed her second breast, Heather was sobbing, now begging only for a moment, a second to catch her breath.
They didn’t give her one.
Konor and Alex were relentless in their pursuit to drive her insane, fucking her hard and fast straight through her third climax as they rode her toward a fourth, much more dangerous explosion. The butterfly still tickled her clit as her breasts, now free of their clamps, throbbed, but it was her pelvis that was on fire, burning with the friction of twin cocks pounding into her.
Grunting and panting, she used what strength she had left to flex between them, trying to match them stroke for stroke but it wasn’t easy. She was already worn out and already oversensitive from her last few releases. Her tired muscle trembled, threatening to give out even as the edges of her vision began to darken.
Even as the night closed in, she could feel the euphoric bubbles of delight began to percolate up her spine. Giving into the rapture whipping through her, Heather let the wild winds sweep her away, certain that Konor and Alex would keep her tucked safely between the power and strength of their bodies even as they trembled and shuddered around her.
The sweat-slickened slap of their bodies against hers stilled as they both strained for their own releases, finding them only seconds apart. Their roars of fulfillment faded into the sweet bliss claiming her as the ecstasy pounding through her became too much for her tired body to bear.
With a smile, Heather passed out.
* * * *
Konor gave into the climax tearing through him, allowing it to steal his strength as the force of his release left him too weak to hold up his own weight. His arms buckled and he collapsed on top of Heather with a shudder as he smashed Alex deeper into the mattress. That was the only problem with being on bottom, but it wasn’t his problem.
It was Alex’s. Fortunately for him, Alex had the strength left to push up and roll them all to the side. Konor flopped over, keeping his arms locked around Heather and his dick buried in her as he pulled her with him. Beneath the ragged pants of his own breath, he heard Alex groan and Heather murmur a matching complaint as his best friend’s cock slid free of her ass with an audible slurp, proving just how hard Alex had come and how tight Heather’s ass really was.
That thought led to another, and then another and another, until Konor felt his erection hardening once again. Much, apparently, to Heather’s dismay. She murmured another protest as she squirmed, clearly trying to free herself. Konor, begrudgingly, let her go.
Slickened with his seed and still pulsing with the aftershocks of her release, Heather’s sheath clung to his dick, treating him to one last delicious spasm before releasing him into the cold, lonely world. It should have been a welcome relief. He’d fucked her hard and more than once, already having come three times that night.
It didn’t matter. Nothing could change the heat that lingered along with the need and want. Nothing would ever change it. Of that, Konor was certain just as he knew without question that he was not the only one addicted.
Glancing over the large, flushed globes of her breast, Konor eyed Heather’s nipples. They were still puckered and blushing from the hard teeth of the clamps, but they weren’t nearly as pink or swollen as the folds of her cunt, which still glistened with the evidence of her arousal and the proof of how hot she’d burned for him just minutes ago.
Heather had been there with him, with them, matching them thrust for thrust a
nd demanding everything Konor and Alex had to give her. There could be no denying that she had wanted them with the same scorching hunger that had consumed him. That was her weakness.
Her weakness for them.
Instead of emboldening him, that certainty humbled Konor as his gaze lifted to take in the full sight of her, splayed and spent, snuggled up on her side with her face tucked sweetly into the mattress. She looked so innocent, but Konor thanked God it was all just an act.
Though, he suspected that she really did need the sleep.
They probably shouldn’t let her have it, Konor thought with a yawn. They should probably be proving a point by taking her again and again. That certainly had been the plan, but Alex was already snoring and Konor’s lids were growing heavier by the second. So, maybe he’d just take a little nap, instead.
That sounded like a hell of a good idea, given his eyes were already closed.
Chapter 37
Heather woke up feeling like she was being boiled alive, which wasn’t an entirely inaccurate description. Sandwiched between Konor and Alex’s hard, hot, sweaty bodies, she found herself bordered on either side by the tall, thick planes of their backs. Their clammy backs.
They weren’t the only ones sticky. Beyond being rumpled, the bed sheets were also damp with the evidence of spent passion. Heather’s nose wrinkled as she shifted, feeling the cotton clinging to her in inappropriate ways. It was definitely time for a shower.
That thought had her squirming down toward the foot of the bed as she slid out from between Konor and Alex. She moved slowly, careful not to disturb either man, not up for another round right then. Heather needed time and a little bit of distance to consider everything that had happened that night and what she wanted to happen next.
