by Lynn, KT
As we got more into watching one another, someone walked past the lounge and I froze. The person didn’t look in or stop, but I suddenly felt afraid.
“Calm down, Chloe. You can’t stop now.” Dave whispered. I nodded and continued to move the vibrator in and out of my pussy. As he sped up, I did too. I rubbed my thumb against my clit as I moved the vibrator in and out of my pussy. I could feel my clit swell as I progressively became more turned on. I looked over at Dave once more and could see the pleasure across his face. He was stroking his thick cock and bucking his hips as his head was leaned back against the chair. I kept moving the vibrator in and out as I felt myself getting close.
“Dave, I’m close…” I moaned out softly.
“I am too, Chloe.” Dave moaned alongside me. He looked over at me and spoke softly, “Chloe, I want you to cum, then I dare you to come here. Crawl on your knees with the vibrator still in you.” He chuckled and slowed down his movement. I blushed and nodded at his request. Leaning my head back I began to rock my hips quickly. I could feel my body tingle as I began to cum. I didn’t say a word as I came, but my body spoke for me. The feeling of the vibrator was a bit uncomfortable after I came, but I did as Dave wanted. I got on my knees and crawled over to him.
“I want you to suck me off, Chloe.” I shook my head feeling nervous. “You’re fine, it won’t take much, and then we’ll go back to your room.” He assured me and I gave in.
“Alright.” I said still uneasy. He leaned forward and pressed his cock head to my lips. I gently licked his head as my eyes looked up at his. I tried not to squirm as the vibrator hummed in my pussy. He grinned and looked back down at me. I wrapped my lips around his head and closed my eyes. Bobbing my head I quickly took his cock in deeper. He placed his hand on my head and pressed my head down on his cock.
Soon, the vibration was an afterthought as satisfying him became my priority. He rocked his hips as I moved my head. I gagged a bit and he moaned. Pressing his fingers into my head, I could feel his cock become thicker in my mouth. I knew he was about to cum and I pushed his cock down my throat. He moved his hips quickly as his seed spewed from his hard cock. He moaned out and I pinched his thigh as a warning. He got quiet and let out a low groan. The force of his hand lightened up as he finished cumming. I slowly removed his cock from my mouth and licked up the rest of his hot seed. Once again I became aware of the vibration in my pussy; I slowly removed it and got off my knees. He smiled at me and stood up as well. We grabbed our things and casually went back to the dorm room.
“Well that was definitely interesting…” I spoke softly glad no one had caught us.
“Exciting isn’t it?” Dave grinned and I shook my head. “You know it is. I could tell you were enjoying yourself.” He teased me as we closed the door.
“Yes, it was very exciting. I hate to admit it.” I sighed and collapsed onto the bed.
“Good because you are in for a treat then.” Dave chuckled and leaned over me. My eyes widened and I gasped.
“Why do you say that?” I felt my heart race again. His lips distracted me as they trailed along my neck. My body tingled and I felt his cock begin to stiffen again as he rested against my body.
“For our last dare we’re going to the court yard, the one that’s lit up nicely.” He bit my neck and I moaned softly.
“No, Dave! That’s too much…” I protested, “Plus you making me masturbate with you was your dare to me.”
“Nope, that was all your idea. I just expanded on it.” He chucked evilly and kissed my neck where he bit. I huffed and pouted. Secretly I was excited, but the more logical part of me was terrified. I agreed to go along with it.
“Fine, we’ll do your dare.” I closed my eyes and sighed nervously. Dave got off me and grabbed my hand as he pulled me up off the bed. He grabbed my hand without a word and led me out of the room.
Quietly we made our way downstairs hand in hand. As we approached the door to the courtyard, my heart began to race once again. He opened the door and waited for me to go out before he followed. He smacked my ass as I passed him and he quietly closed the door behind him. Before I could think, he pushed me up against the bricks and kissed my lips roughly. His hands began to feel my body up and I moaned into the kiss.
His hands moved to my breast and I began to explore his body as well. I placed my hands on his hips and squeezed him firmly. He pressed his hips into me and once again I could feel his thick cock pressing against me. I moved a hand to his cock and moved it out of his boxers. I stroked his cock and he moaned as his mouth moved down my neck. He sucked at my neck and I moaned. I once again became aware that we didn’t have privacy and I bit my lip trying to be quiet. My hand continued to move up and down his shaft as I stroked him. As he sucked my neck, the hand that wasn’t caressing my breast, moved down to my shorts. He pushed them and my panties out of the way and I pressed his cock to my lips. He rocked his hips and I moaned once more. He leaned up and kissed me before whispering in my ear.
“You’ve got to remember to be quiet, Love.” Dave gently nibbled my ear and my neck filled with chills. I nodded and sighed as the sensation filled my body. He bucked his hips against mine a few times. I moved mine as well. His cock head pressed against my pussy as he lifted my body up. He gently lowered me down as his cock slipped into my wet pussy. I leaned my head back against the wall and moaned. I felt his fingers against my lips and I opened my eyes. The night had us visibly hidden, but my moans would raise suspicion. I bit my lip once more as we rocked our hips against each other. I could feel myself getting closer with each thrust. His thick cock hit me just right and my body tingled. He kissed me roughly and moved even quicker. His voice was quiet as he moaned against my neck.
“Chloe, I’m so close.” I leaned in and whispered into his ear as I licked it.
“As am I, Dave.” I closed my eyes tightly and leaned against his body. He held me close and bucked his hips even quicker. I bit into his shoulder as I began to cum. I could feel his cock twitch within my pussy as my walls clenched his. His seed filled up my pussy and I gripped him tightly. We began to slow down as we finished up. He slowly moved me back down off the wall and I stumbled slightly. His lips met mine once more before we went back inside. We held hands as we walked back up to the dorms. The walk back up was quicker than it was going down. We had done the deed and the nervousness was gone. As we approached my room, he stopped and kissed me deeply.
“Thanks for an amazing evening, Chloe, it was great.” He smiled softly and kissed my forehead.
“I agree, I enjoyed it, even if I was scared most of the time.” I laughed and hugged him tightly.
“Have a great night, gorgeous. See you in the morning.” He turned to make his way down to his room and I turned to go back to my room. I turned around once more and spoke softly.
“Goodnight Dave.” I sighed softly and opened the door of my room. I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep in no time at all.
Who is More Worthy?
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: threesome; MM/F
I met them at the same party. It's hard to remember who I met first--most of that night was a complete blur--but I can still remember the first time Mike hugged me, the moment Brady surprised me with a kiss, the subtle exchange of numbers, and the sense of excitement that accompanied every smile, every knowing look and small brush of contact. I never intended to play them off each other...I didn't even plan to date both of them. But when Mike called me the following Thursday, I jumped at the chance to go out with him on Saturday. And when Brady texted me Friday morning to find out if I was free for coffee on Sunday afternoon, it never occurred to me to turn him down.
Over the next three weeks, I split my time between them pretty evenly. I wondered if they knew about it...did they ever talk about me to each other? Did Mike tell his best friend about the new girl he was dating? Did Brady ever brag about the truly acrobatic moves we were pulling off in my bedroom? Honestly, it was like the Summer Olympics in there, ev
erybody flipping around this way and that, earning perfect 10s from all the judges. I sure as hell never brought it up. Why would I? I didn't want to play them off each other, and I sure as hell didn't want to get caught in the middle...
No, that was a lie. I definitely wanted to get caught in the middle. I was having more sex in those two weeks than the previous two years combined, and I was still fingering my clit every night before I fell asleep, losing myself in fevered, intense fantasies of what it would be like to ride Mike's tight, muscled body while Brady's thick shaft pounded my ass. I wanted to feel Mike's big hands playing with my tits while Brady's clever fingers slid between my thighs and pinched my swollen clit into mind-bending orgasm. Honestly, those fantasies started the night I met them, but they grew in detail, nuance, and intensity as I became more intimate with their bodies, their styles, and their quirks. Did they know they were completely complementary? Neither had any weaknesses--not at all--but Mike could do things Brady couldn't do, and Brady's cock was...well, it was breathtaking. It literally stole my breath, and I choked on it every time he fucked my throat. It was almost too big for me, and I never thought I would say that about anybody's cock ever.
I walked this tight rope of supposed innocence for three weeks before they learned about each other. It was a completely stupid accident--my own dumb fault. After being so careful to never, ever double-book them, I lost track of the nights and the orgasms, and that was how Mike arrived to pick me up for a night at the ballet while Brady was nuzzling my neck with the soft bristles of his beard and whispering the most delicious, scandalous things in my ear. I never remember to lock my door, and he walked right in--because I stupidly told him he was free to come in if I didn't respond to the doorbell. I couldn't always hear it, especially if I was blasting music in the bedroom, or, as in this case, was squirming with painful anticipation on my secret boyfriend's lap.
The second I saw him, my heart jumped to my throat and my delightful fantasy world crashed around my head. There was no way this was going to be okay. They were both sweet guys, very easy going, but they both thought I was their girl. I could tell by the look on Mike's face and the tension in Brady's body that we were heading for a fight. I jumped up from Brady's lap, my heart hammering in my ears as I tried to find the words to explain, or apologize--though I didn't think I'd done anything necessarily wrong. I never, ever promised either one of them that I'd be exclusive. I just also never mentioned I was fucking the other's best friend on the side.
"What the fuck guys?" Mike sounded more surprised than angry. I heard Brady stand up behind me, and Mike took a few steps forward. Somehow, I found myself caught directly between the two of them. They were both standing so close, I could smell their distinct scents, their cologne threading around me in heady threads. My nostrils flared as I took a deep breath, and the room started to spin for a completely different reason. My nipples tightened as blood rushed south, and I realized I was not going to be in any condition to have a coherent conversation. Both of them were too sexy for their own good, though in completely different ways, and I'm only human. Hell, I wouldn't have even been in that position if they both didn't set my pulse racing and my head spinning.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here to pick up my date," Mike immediately answered.
"Your date. I saw her first."
"Uh, no. I pointed her out to you. And don't try to tell me you don't remember that."
"I thought you were pointing her out because you were being a good wing man."
A shocked laugh erupted from Mike's chest. "What? No, I don't think so." He trained his brown eyes on me, and I carefully searched their depths for any sign of anger. But there was still only confused surprise. "So you been fooling around with both of us?"
"Yes."
"Didn't think you should mention that?"
I swallowed around the sudden tightness in my throat. His question was asked with a good-natured smile, but there was a new light in his eyes. I'd seen that light before, and I always responded to it instantly. He could have me under his thumb in a snap of his fingers, and I never, ever regretted submitting to that. Brady never tried the same thing--if anything, he had the tendency to submit to me.
"I'm not mad," he continued, his voice still completely reasonable. "But you need to be honest. It's not fair to either of us otherwise."
I nodded in agreement. Sure, he was right, I should be honest. And honestly? I had no idea what to say.
"Leave her alone," Brady said, moving even closer. And now I was effectively trapped between their hard chests, completely intoxicated by their proximity, their heat. "She just needed a real man to scratch that itch."
"What? Oh, no, no no. Trust me. I never left her with any itch."
"Oh yeah? Then why did she call me over here?" Now they were standing toe to toe, like they wanted to fight. Mike was several inches taller than me, and my eyes were level with his chest, my mouth watering to close around the silky skin of his hard nipple. I unconsciously shifted my weight back, pressing my ass against Brady's dick--which was still hard. I caught my breath, heat flooding my system. Why was he still hard? Shouldn't getting caught be a huge boner killer? It usually threw a cold bucket of water on the situation for me.
"Maybe she was just bored while she was waiting for a real man."
"Oh, you think so?"
"I know so. Yeah, you've got that horse cock, but that doesn't mean you know what to do with it."
"I've already forgotten more than you've ever known."
"I don't know who you're trying to convince. Everybody here knows the score. You forget, this isn't the first time I've had to come in after you and...take care of business."
I didn't know if I should get involved, but I felt the sudden urge to defend Brady. Yes, Mike was very, very good. In fact, he was so good that I found it very hard to believe anybody knew more about sex than he did. But Brady...well, let's just say that Brady had very little area for improvement. He could fuck me with his thick tool all night. More than once, I saw the sun rise and wondered how the hell I was supposed to get through the day at work. On the other hand, Mike had actually fucked me into unconsciousness on more than one occasion. Really, the comparisons weren't fair.
But maybe I could do something about that.
"Well, I think there's only one way to solve this dispute."
They both looked down at me with a hint of surprise, like they forgot I was standing between them. I quirked my lips and reached for their junk, fisting Brady's erection in one hand and massaging Mike's bulge with the other.
"You're both going to have to fuck me...I'll be the judge over who's best." I suggested it with far more boldness than I felt. But what did I have to lose? Even if they both refused and walked out in disgust, I still had three weeks of utterly unbelievable, fantastic memories. I didn't think they would walk out, though. Maybe I had been playing a dangerous game, but I knew them both very, very well. And what guy can walk away from an insistent hand, coaxing more and more blood to their swelling rods?
Mike's tight-lipped smile sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. "I'm game if you are."
"I'm more than game."
"You're not scared?"
"Of you? That'll be the day."
"You should be." He zeroed in on me again, and I felt pinned in place by the weight of his gaze. "You should be, too. I don't like to lose."
I swallowed hard and nodded. Even if I didn't know how he responded to a challenge, I could see the intent stamped on his face. He was going to fuck me until I forgot my own name--and that would just be the warm up act. Mike was not a hard man to read once you knew his tics. But Brady wasn't about to be outdone, and he took my arm and spun me around so quick I barely had a chance to register what was happening before he claimed my mouth. His tongue invaded the space between my lips, dipping in again and again, plundering my mouth, and stealing my breath right out of my lungs. I didn't return the kiss--I was carried away by it. For a moment,
I completely forgot the tall man standing at my back, my pussy tingling and my clit suddenly throbbing for more attention.
When he finally lifted his head, I had to put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself. He smiled down at me, his lips swollen. I licked my lips and realized they were already tender and bruised. Then there was a hand in my hair, fingers clenching tight around the long tresses to yank my head back. I stared up at the face looming in my vision, growing bigger and bigger as he lowered his mouth to my lips. I caught my breath, trying to brace myself for the contact, but there's no preparing for a tsunami. All you can do is watch its approach and hope it doesn't completely wreck your life. Mike kissed me like a tropical storm, completely unleashed, a wild force of nature that couldn't be ignored, couldn't be avoided, couldn't be caught or understood. His lips were precise, smooth instruments, his tongue like a surgeon's tool as it darted in, obliterating the taste and sense of Brady in my mouth. His hand flexed, his fingers tightening and relaxing, augmenting the kiss and sending a thousand chills down my spine.
