Between A Rock & A Porn Star

by Eileen Green

  Her response caused his heart to fly. His cock had been in a permanent state of arousal since they had arrived at the apartment, but now, it throbbed harshly against the denim that restrained it, demanding its freedom.

  He wanted to show her a few more things, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off. A glance over to his best friend told him that JC was in the same situation. He wanted to share her in every sense of the word, so they needed to prepare her.

  Digging into the saddlebags again, he pulled out the trainer butt plug they had bought for her a few days prior to their meeting. They had purchased quite a few new items for her.

  Removing the plug from the plastic package, he stepped into her bathroom and quickly washed and dried it. When he returned, he found JC leaning over, his mouth close to her ear. He was whispering to her as he rubbed one hand on her shoulder.

  “You know that we want to make love to you together, right, Skye?” he asked as he rubbed her butt.

  “Yes, sir.” Her voice squeaked just a bit. He knew her nerves were getting the better of her.

  “Do you know what that would include?” JC asked quietly.

  Skye seemed to be mulling over their questions in her head, as she was silent for a bit. Then, as if she realized what they were trying to tell her, her body stiffened. Her pussy clenched together as did her puckered star.

  “Relax, little one. We’re going to prepare you for us both. It’ll take a few days, but you’ll be perfectly fine.” Her body relaxed a bit, but when he circled his thumb around her anus, it clenched up again. This time his request came out more like a command. “Relax, Skye. It won’t hurt if you relax.”

  He watched her dark star blossom open as she did as she was told. Pressing the tip of the plug to it, he let some of the lube rub off on her. She jumped and hissed. He knew it was cold.

  Running his thumb through the slippery concoction, he circled her tight opening, letting her get used to the sensation. JC still whispered to her as he continued to rub her shoulder in a circular motion.

  When Skye relaxed further, Brock pushed through the tight muscles. He felt her tighten up so he held still, his thumb still lodged in her up to the cuticle of his nail. She relaxed again as if letting him know she could take more. He pressed in further until the webbing reached her opening.

  She clenched and released several times as if testing the feelings. Slowly, he wiggled his thumb around inside her, giving her time to adjust. As her derriere rotated and pushed back against his hand, he knew she was beginning to enjoy this.

  Fantastic! She is so responsive!

  After a few minutes, he pulled his thumb out and heard her moan. Her muscles tightened as if trying to keep him in. Taking the plug, he pressed the tip to her and watched her clench, as if trying to catch it.

  “Breathe through this, little one. It’s slightly larger than my thumb so you need to relax your muscles and breathe. Understand?” he asked, afraid she would say no.

  Her bottom relaxed even more as she huskily replied. “Yes, sir.”

  Ever so slowly, with great anticipation, he pushed the black rubber plug into her. A groan sounded so he stopped. JC said something to her, but Brock didn’t hear her response. When his friend nodded to him, he continued.

  When it was finally seated fully in her, Brock saw her puckered star clutching at the plug. Her ass looked beautiful. The only thing that would be more remarkable was seeing his own cock there.

  Now that she was filled from behind, it was time to fill her cunt. She was going to be so full, but he knew she was going to love it.

  Rushing into the bathroom, he washed his hands and then returned. He noticed her eyes followed him as he came and went but she remained quiet.

  He ran his hand over her hip and then across her ass. Unable to stop the temptation, he smacked her right cheek first. Seeing the red of his handprint appear made his cock jump. He repeated the motion on her left cheek. She shrieked.

  “What was that for?” she demanded as she tried to push herself up.

  JC kept her down as Brock rubbed the heat from the strikes into her skin. Soon, she gyrated her bottom and mewled. Brock smiled to himself.

  “You respond so well to the smacks and then the heat afterwards. There will be times when we smack your ass, or even your tits, while we make love to you, sweetheart. You’ll see that it becomes a normal part of the process and it heightens the sensations in your body.”

  Brock explained as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it near the dresser. Next, he removed his boots and socks, followed by his jeans.

  His cock was hard and throbbing. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and seemed to gravitate towards Skye. Climbing up behind her on the chest, he pressed himself to her, letting himself rub along her wet hot slit. He draped his body over her and heard her sigh.

  He moved one hand around her hip and found her clit. The hidden jewel was hard and out of its hood as if seeking satisfaction. His other hand moved under her to her breast. Even pressed to the mattress, her nipple was hard and tight. Manipulating both, he had her writhing beneath him.

  With each movement she made, her cunt rubbed along his length. He didn’t think it was possible, but it felt as if it was getting harder and longer.

  Laying open mouthed kisses along her spine, he felt each vertebra with his lips. He moved further back until he kissed the two dimples at the top of her ass. Feeling a bit more sadistic, he lowered his head and bit into her cheek.

  A shriek sounded as her body jerked beneath him. He wanted to leave his mark on her, or two. Laying kisses to the area when he finished there, he hoped that soothed her, but then he moved over to the other cheek and repeated the process.

  When he was finished, he rose to his knees, his one hand still playing with her clit. He slid two fingers from his free hand into her pussy, facing her front vaginal wall. A pleasure filled tortured moan emanated from her.

  Ripples surrounded his digits and he could feel the plug on the other side of the thin layer between her rectum and pussy. Brock began to fuck her with his fingers, relishing in the way her body responded to him.

  Skye tried to move back and forth with his movements, but he had her trapped between his two hands, and he heard JC speak to her, his voice low. “Let him do the work, baby girl. He’ll let you know if there is anything he needs you to do.”

  Her body stilled, and when she didn’t move any more, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her quickly, hooking his fingers so he caught the soft spongy spot on the front part of her cunt. Within half a minute, her muscles tightened and began to ripple, right before a gush of fluid covered his hand.

  “Oh, my gawd!” she screamed. “I am so sorry! I can’t believe I wet you!”

  Brock chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth. Licking her juices off them, he found she tasted heavenly. He could live off her essence for the rest of his life if needed.

  “You didn’t wet me, silly. You came.” He kissed her pussy before running his tongue across her thick lips. Her ass shook at the sensation.

  “What?” she asked, her voice squeaking.

  “You’ve led a sheltered life, haven’t you?” he heard JC ask.

  Brock didn’t hear her response, but he already knew the answer. “There’s going to be a lot more of where that came from.” He repeated the action but this time he felt her fighting it. All her muscles, inside and out seemed to tense up. “Let yourself go, little one. Let yourself feel.”

  Her body relaxed just as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. It wasn’t long before he felt her walls flutter and tighten. Liquid gushed over his hand again as she screamed into the comforter.

  I love hearing her cum!

  Pulling his hand from her, he rearranged his body. Moist heat surrounded the tip of his cock, and he had to mentally talk himself out of coming. It was heaven just resting himself there, but he wanted more.

  He grasped her hips and thrust himself in to the hilt. Skye moaned with
the motion, but her body conformed to fit him. Mentally, she may try to fight them and this union, but her body knew to whom it belonged to.

  Hot and tight, she held him inside until he moved in and out of her. Gaining his rhythm, he pistoned his hips, holding tight to her. He was pleased when she moved her hips back into his, matching him move for move.

  Wanting this to last, he knew he wasn’t going to. Skye’s pussy was too luscious to last.

  The tight ball of sensation in the small of his back moved downward. He wanted her to come again before he blew, so he wrapped his arm around her and found her clit. Rubbing the small nub, he felt her clinch around his cock.

  His hips slammed into her backside, pushing her forward with each thrust. When he felt his balls tighten and heat fill his sack, he pinched Skye’s clit, setting off her orgasm.

  Her body pressed into the mattress as she screamed. Her pussy became a hot vise, squeezing him as his cum shot out from his balls, up the length of his cock, and deep into her womb.

  It seemed like forever before he stopped spewing his jism as Skye’s cunt kept contracting around him. It felt wonderful, and Brock knew this was the woman for him.

  His eyes met JC’s who had his head resting on Skye’s shoulder. His friend’s eyes were happy, a look Brock hadn’t seen there in a long time.

  Slowly, Brock pulled out of Skye even as she tried to hold him in. Making his way to the bathroom, he cleaned himself up and then took a wet washcloth out to clean his woman up. After tossing the cloth towards the bathroom, Brock lifted Skye and pulled her up onto the bed. Cuddling with her was special. Her body conformed to his as she relaxed. JC would take his turn in a bit, but she needed rest.

  ***

  With her bones feeling like jelly and heat surrounding her on both sides along with her pussy throbbing and hot, Skye snuggled between the two bodies. JC had slid his body behind hers on the bed after Brock flogged her and then fucked her.

  That was the only way she could describe what they had done. To her, making love was gentle, loving, while hot, hard, wild sex was fucking. This being her first time with the latter, she found she enjoyed it. She had even enjoyed the flogging even more than the spanking.

  She could get used to this.

  Of course, she needed to protect her heart. Yes, the overtures they had made about her being theirs, she had to move with caution, in case they eventually walked away. Time would only tell, and until then, she would enjoy what they gave her. If it ended the way they said, she would be ecstatic. If it didn’t, she would have to learn to be happy.

  There was so much she had to learn from these two. She thought that in the lifestyle they led, there was probably always something new to learn, for both sides.

  It wasn’t long before the bathroom called to her, but she wasn’t sure how to extricate herself from the middle of the two bodies. All she could do was get up and crawl over Brock, who was the closest to the door.

  Carefully, she crawled over the man, hoping she didn’t hurt him in the process. When she had her knee near the edge of the bed and her other leg still hitched over his hip, he grasped her arms. “What are you doing, little one?”

  Did he think she was trying to sneak off?

  Of course not, you ninny! This is your house. Calm down.

  “I have to use the bathroom,” she whispered, trying to wipe the fear from her face.

  “Are you, all right?” he asked as he helped her down. “Are you sore?”

  “I’m fine,” she said as she studied his face. All she saw there was concern.

  “Okay. Hurry back.” He leaned in and kissed her lips, arousing her again.

  You’re turning into a nympho!

  Oh, will you shut up!

  Before she turned away from the man, she saw the look of bemusement. He was going to think she was crazy!

  After relieving herself, she remembered the butt plug. As if the man in the other room could hear her thoughts, she heard Brock call out, “Don’t you dare remove that plug!”

  Sighing as she smiled, she finished up, including taking a washcloth and cleaning her body. She ran a comb through her disheveled hair. Also, she brushed her teeth.

  Opening the door, she found Brock sitting on the side of the bed and JC on his knees in the middle of the bed. The former was still naked, the afternoon sun from the window highlighting his tanned body, the latter, still dressed.

  JC’s hair shone in the light, as did his face. He looked younger than he had last night. Skye couldn’t possibly believe it was because of her, was it?

  The rock star made her cunt weep as she gazed upon him shyly. He put his hand out and motioned for her to ‘come here’ with one finger beckoning her. Her body responded with an eagerness that ran rampant through her.

  She wanted to run to the bed and let him ravish her, much the same way Brock had, but she didn’t want to seem too eager. Also, the butt plug was a bit uncomfortable once she had a chance to think about it.

  When she had walked to the bathroom, she had clinched her muscles together to make sure the item didn’t come out. That would have been embarrassing, but then of course, having the thing in her was embarrassing enough.

  Now, she found that clinching her ass, there a zing went straight to her pussy. With both men staring at her with such intensity, all three areas of what she considered her erotic zones were on fire. Her nipples stood out as if demanding attention while her pussy and ass had electrical pulses shooting through them.

  Slowly, she walked back to the bed, JC’s finger seemingly pulling with an invisible string. She remembered how sexy it was when Patrick Swayze did it in Dirty Dancing, but the hunger on JC’s face was so much sexier. And, at least for now, he made that gesture just to her and not for the camera.

  Both men got off the bed when she came to stand next to it, and she could see that Brock was already ready for another round, which surprised her. He kissed her lips with reverence before he helped her up onto the bed.

  After she centered herself in the middle, balancing herself on her knees as they had taught her, she found Brock had taken a seat in her grandmother’s old chair and JC had stripped and was standing next to the bed. Both men looked at her with pride and lust. She felt herself blush.

  JC climbed up onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. The connection she had with both men astounded her. However, the man before her seemed to look deep into her soul. He saw what she was made of, not just the outer shell, which made her feel special.

  Both men made her feel like a desirable woman for the first time in her life.

  Chapter Twelve

  Shy, quiet, flushed with whatever thoughts were going through her head, on the outside, Skye was a vision to behold. JC knew there was a fire within the woman that made his cock stand up and demand he take her.

  She knelt perfectly on her knees, although she wobbled a bit due to the coils in the mattress. That she was presenting herself to him without being asked meant a lot to him. It meant that she was trying to please them.

  Moisture glistened on her pussy lips indicating she was ready for him. Now that he knew she was going to give this a try, his heart and soul were at peace.

  His cock wasn’t. Looking at Skye, his dick felt as if it was being strangled by his own skin. That she was looking at it with hunger in her eyes and her tongue lashing out to lick her lips pleased him beyond belief.

  Kneeling before her, their knees touched. Her breath hitched at the contact, but she kept her eyes lowered.

  “There’s no reason to be nervous, darlin’,” he soothed as he placed his hands on her thighs.

  He watched her try to let go of her anxiety but it wasn’t working. He knew it was going to take a bit for her to get used to all of this. He knew when he went through this with Brock and a Domme during his “education”, it was difficult to relax.

  “Look at me, Skye.” He kept his voice firm but low.

  Slowly, her light blue eyes moved up to meet his. He sucked in a breath when h
e saw the look in her eyes. They glittered in the afternoon sun that filtered in through the bedroom window. He was certain no one had ever spoken to her in a soft loving tone, or paid her compliments.

  Leaning over, he kissed the tip of her slightly uplifted nose before moving over to one cheek. He moved up, kissed her eyelid and then moved over to the other one before moving down to her other cheek. Little sighs emanated from her with each kiss.

  She responds so well to us.

  He pressed his lips to hers. At first, there was hesitancy with hers, but soon she kissed him back. He knew what that was about and that was something they would address later, but now he wanted to savor her taste.

  Skye had a unique flavor and aroma that was only her, but right now, she also tasted of a mixture of toothpaste, spices, tomatoes, and bread. Her mouth opened under his and he thrust his tongue inside. Sweeping across her tongue, he explored every inch, claiming her. He wanted to know every nook and cranny, inside and out, that was Skye Daniels.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he noticed she kept her hands on her thighs. He pulled his mouth from hers, drawing a moan from Skye. Leaning back a bit, he looked at her.

  Again, her eyes were downcast. He had to wonder if it was more because of her uncertainty, shyness, or fear. She was submissive, but she hadn’t had time to get used to it. This was something more.

  “Look at me, Skye,” he said softly.

  There was a slight hesitation before her lids lifted. He hadn’t noticed earlier but her mascara from the night before was smudged below her eyes while the eyeshadow was partially missing. She still looked beautiful.

  “When we’re in a scene, or we tell you to keep your hands somewhere, then you will. Otherwise, you can touch us.” His words surprised her for her eyes widened. “We are not Dom’s 24/7 unless something bad is going on, and then it’s only temporary.”

  “You will still present yourself to us the way we taught you,” Brock added from the corner. “It’s something that we enjoy, and know that you are giving yourself to us, even if we don’t wind up in a scene or making love to you.”