by Talyn Scott
“Put your tongue underneath. Straighten it a little, that’s it.” Briefly closing his eyes, Bane took a minute to regain some type of composure. “Hold still,” he gripped the back of her head, tightening his palm against her. Renee felt the trembling in his thighs and started to pull away.
“No,” Dru groaned, stroking her hair. “Let him have a moment, don’t pull back.” He nodded at Bane’s palm, quietly asking him to let go. “I’ll help you, precious. Dru replaced Bane’s hand. With more gentleness than Bane had given, Dru cupped her head and waited for Bane’s okay. A grunt followed, and Dru pushed her back up. “Relax your lips, breath through your nose,” Dru took his fingertip and went to the side of her mouth, stretching it further around Bane’s shaft. “Just a little more and you’ll get used to it.” Dru’s maneuver allowed another fraction of Bane’s steely flesh to enter her mouth. He brushed his fingertips over her throat, and said, “I think that’s enough, Bane. Let’s teach her to accept your thrusts.”
Bane eased back, rolling himself over her bottom lip. “Keep your tongue where it is, Renee. Look Bane in the eye, let him know who you’re thinking of when his cock is shoved deep in your mouth riding your soft tongue.” Dru had one hand behind her head with the other steadying her throat, “Watch him, Renee. Keep your eyes open and focused. Learn him.”
Staring into Bane’s sapphires, she saw them cloud over with arousal. Stretched wide around his erection, her mouth was struggling with edges etched in white. Still, she felt powerful.
Dru released the front of her throat, toyed with her right nipple, pulling upward until she thought the skin would break. “Your breasts are so large and natural. God, I could come from staring at them. In fact, on another day that’s what I’m going to do. The weight of these beauties gets me rock hard; they’re heavy like my sack.”
Renee continued to slide on Bane’s penis, noticing his speed increasing. Dru plucked her other nipple, making it stand proud as its neighbor. “Look at you, Renee, all erect and wanton, while waiting for Bane to come. He’s close. Watch the strain in his neck; the tendons are nearing a breaking point, as his skin tightens over his throat. With his head thrown back like that, you know he’s holding it off, relishing the anticipation of the release. Bane wants it languidly torturing him, burning like acid climbing his spine, before it finally detonates his balls. Here’s Bane’s secret.”
Bane snarled, and it wasn’t nice.
Dru took her hand and pushed it through the front of Bane’s jeans. Laying her open palm on his, Dru said, “squeeze.” He gently pressured her fingers, curling them around Bane’s weighty scrotum. Constricting his balls with the nimble power of her small fingers, she moaned around Bane’s cock. Dru’s whiskered chin lightly grated her sore nipples, one at a time. Rubbing his face over her freed breasts as he continued supporting her hand and cupping the back of her head. “Relax your throat, a little deeper he’ll go, and then you’ll milk his balls. NOW.” Dru arched her throat a bit, taught her hand the necessary primal rhythm as she watched Bane’s immediate reaction in sheer fascination.
Bane stilled, slightly trembled, and then shot forward. Milky spurts struck her throat, one after the other. Hot and fast, Renee savored the salt and potent virility. They tasted of her man, Bane. “Swallow on each jet, when his head taps your throat. That’s it, squeeze on him, while you feel his scrotum pulsate in your hands.” Dru’s breath was slow, and even. “You did that especially well, sweetheart. Your first time was excellent, and I can’t wait to have a go at your luscious mouth, but another time. Something else comes to mind for me.”
Bane’s face softened, looking down on Renee with love. Ragged breaths became shallow pants. Bane stared at her swollen lips, and then the whisker burned nipples, trailed to the indention of her navel, and finally, her covered apex. A hot stare lingered over the underwear peeking through her unzipped shorts. In a flash, his eyes shot to hers, and his voice graveled low, “I want you completely naked.”
Instantly, she felt peculiarly uncomfortable. She’d had her mouth on his sinful cock, drank it dry for Pete’s sakes. Although, she was lying with her breasts on display, she felt uneasy and vulnerable.
Dru raised each shoulder, effectively removing her blouse and the remnants of her bra. “Talk to us, sweetheart,” Dru coaxed. “After putting your loving mouth on Bane, you’re still having second thoughts, though, the girl I watched seemed pretty sure of her sexuality.”
She could feel the heat rolling off Dru’s body. A swift glance told the tale of an over-sized erection stuffed into professionally faded jeans, begging to come out and play. He followed her eyes, shifting back with a hot stare of his own. It branded her, causing further dizziness and moisture to trickle her folds.
“Do you trust us?”
“Trying, but I’m embarrassed.”
“Of?”
“My first time getting naked with two guys, or any guy, for that matter, and, yeah, my butt is big.”
“I love that ass of yours,” Bane wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a reassuring hug. “Remember the times you’ve reached orgasm with me? I brought them higher while stimulating your secret place, which wasn’t your pussy. You ache for it. You want us to know you there. It confuses you,” Bane murmured in her ear, licking the lobe, “and you abhor it because you think it pushes things into the dark zone, a forbidden place that you refuse to go, but still want to regardless. Let me explain something, little virgin. There isn’t a place we aren’t going, all of us together. Stop thinking so hard, and feel what Dru wants you to feel.”
Renee watched as Dru brought a lavender sheet over her pelvis, before sliding her shorts down her legs. It was a hospital move made to ensure patients of their privacy when examining their privates. As the shorts neared her ankles, he reached for them, nipping her toes in the process. “So adorable, I would love to come on your feet sometime.” Turning back, he met her eyes, searching her resolve. “Panties are next, sweetheart. How are you holding up?”
“She’s good, so get on with it.” Bane spoke for her. After he’d taken a swift inhale, his breathing had accelerated.
Reaching under the sheet, Dru hung his thumbs on each hip and tore through the elastic. A snap and rip later, she was naked under a thin layer of overpriced cotton. Dru studied the scrap of silk as if it were the Holy Grail. Crushing them in his hand, he waved them under his nose, obviously enjoying her aroma. Renee couldn’t understand how underwear she’d sat in half the day could turn him on so unashamedly.
Bane’s sex went from sated semi-flaccid to up and at ‘em in three seconds. He reached out, silently demanding Dru’s trophy. “Ah,” he closed his eyes as he rubbed them over his face.
Dru cleared his throat, breaking Bane from his strangely erotic trance. Bane shook his head a few times, as if to clear it, before pushing the panties in his jean pocket. Pushing up from his elbows, he tugged down his jeans, catching them on a leg before kicking them to the floor. His body was male magnificence. Golden flesh covered heavy bones, rippling muscles and a roped torso. Body ink marked one hip and twisted through his inner leg, partially over his pelvis. The tattoos were unlike others she’d seen, more like tribal markings of a faraway place. His body was manscaped, no hair except a light black dusting on his legs. Father down, jutting from between his thighs was a maleness that birthed legends. On the thickly carved ridge, the reddened flesh held a secret hole. “You’re pierced for real, right there.” She pointed a finger, and his dick jumped in response.
“It’s like a remote control,” Dru teased. “She points you obey.”
Clutching the sheet to her body, Renee gave Dru a piercing stare, and said, “Now, it’s your turn, Doc.”
10
Dru’s body was more svelte with hard planes and angles that begged her to lick and touch. Almost marbled, like many statues she’d gazed upon at the museums that Rebecca and she frequented. Difference was, when Dru unfastened and dropped his pants, leisurely licked his bottom lip, and sta
red unabashedly wicked at her blushing face, he wasn’t hanging south as the Roman stills, but was up and proud. His hard-on was nothing in the slouch department, probably longer than Bane’s, maybe not as thick. Even though Renee was the ocular virgin, she hadn’t a doubt these two were blue-ribbon prizewinners of any carnal fair. “You’re …” she cleared her throat, unable to finish her thoughts.
“I’m?” he stepped closer, impishly nude and totally hers.
“You’re turning my head inside out. Right now, I just want to know what you feel like.”
“Music to my ears, take my hand, precious.”
Much the way he had gripped her over Bane, he placed her hand in his and rubbed the underside of his cock. Thickly velvet, hot to the touch and throbbing for release, her eyes met his and watered with need. Desire swelled below, seizing her body and renaming her denials. “There you go,” Dru crooned. “You have no doubt about what’s going to happen.” He nodded to Bane. In some male communication, Bane pushed her on the mattress, flipping her face first.
“Hold up!” her protests fell muffled by too many sheets.
“Conquering fears, little one,” Bane spoke, soothing a hand over her ass.
No doubt, he was cataloging every dimple she had. Her butt was not her best asset, not by any standards whatsoever. Party over, she whined, “Why?”
No comments from either man, she moved her head side-to-side, encountering total silence. But she could feel, overwhelmingly engulfed in flames from heated stares that she didn’t even see. God, she could sense them staring at her. A hand swiped over her crevice, not sure of whose. A tongue followed the path of the hand, leading dangerously to there.
She jumped.
Another hand tightened her thigh, gripping to the point of near pain but not going over that fence. She teetered between wanting to finish what they started and wanting to run to the bathroom and hide. She tensed. A different hand palmed her nape, flattening the side of her face to the mattress. Two hands pulled her thighs apart, holding them open, allowing cool air to kiss her wet folds. This was the point she reached.
The one where there was no turning back.
“When two men love one woman, most times, they make love to her together.” Bane relayed, his casualness was fraudulent. His substantial swallows told Renee a different story. Bane was at his breaking point. “Most of those times, one goes here.” He thrust his calloused fingers deep inside her sheath, stopping as he reached her twinge of pain.
“And the other,” Dru murmured, while dipping around Bane’s hand and fondling her nether lips, “goes here.” A naturally lubricated finger inserted in her rectum, stopping at his second knuckle. “The pleasure,” Dru’s voice had deepened an octave, “is insurmountable. You’ll know nothing else like it until we take you further into the relationship. Only then, will we all go deeper to a place that will sit you on the blade between heaven and hell. You won’t know which way to fall,” he thrust his finger as Bane eased out and pushed back. That insuperable feeling that’s rising in the pit of your stomach will near its release now.”
Bane inserted a second digit, as Dru vibrated his finger better than any silicone, male-replacement apparatus known to man. “Ah,” she clawed the headboard lik
