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by Sierra Sparks


  “Uhn! Uhn!” I moaned, vibrating in the sex swing. “Fuck me, you dirty boys! Fuck me!”

  I was shuddering, but suspended up in the swing that was all I could do. I couldn’t fall, couldn’t collapse on anyone--- The fucking just continued even as I came and came and came! Water was now pooling beneath us. It had ran out of my pussy and all down Kyle’s cock and legs. He pulled out for a second and I squirted on him.

  “Uhn!” I squealed. “Yes! Oh, God! Pull my hair!”

  Jackson obliged while plunging in and out of me with reckless abandon. My asshole was being ravaged by his strong, hard dick. It made me cum so hard. I didn’t want it to stop, but I had an idea.

  “Wait,” I said, almost out of breath. “I want to try something.”

  Jackson grunted as he pulled out of my ass.

  “What is it, baby?” he asked. “Anything for you.”

  “I want you and Kyle in my pussy at the same time while Carey’s in my ass,” I requested. “I want to feel two of you in my pussy.”

  “You down?” asked Jackson of Kyle.

  “Yeah, why not?”

  It took a minute to reposition everyone. Kyle slid into the top of my pussy, while Jackson slid into the bottom. The fullness of their erect cocks made me gasp.

  “Oh, God! Yes!” I squealed. “Both of you fuck me!”

  The boys obliged and I felt like I was being pumped like a piston. One went in, while the other pulled back. In between there was a moment when both were equally inside of me and I was so full! The tighter fit made me feel their hearts beating. Their cocks were throbbing, pumping blood and pumping me!

  Corey was slowly entering my ass from behind. I could feel his giant cock push apart my ass cheeks. I braced myself for the next bit.

  “You ready, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes!” I screamed. “Stick it in me! Stick it in my ass! Fill me up!”

  His massive cock stretched my tight little asshole again and I screamed in ecstasy. I further enhanced the experienced by rubbing my clit and opening my legs as wide as I could. I needed my men to have as much open access to my pussy and ass as possible. I was reeling from all the orgasms. They came in waves, one after another. I didn’t know which cock I was feeling when.

  “Ooh! O-oh! O-oh!” was all I could manage to gasp.

  “God damn! God damn!” said Carey, increasing speed as he fucked my ass. “Oh, Lexi, your tight ass! I love this tight ass!”

  My ass and pussy muscles had never been stretched so far. At times, they seized as I had an orgasm. This made the sensation even hotter, so I’d seize again. It was like one big spiral of pleasure. My eyes rolled back into my head, I was gasping to breathe, and I lost all control. Again and again I came and came, shaking and shuddering. It was as if I had put my entire body and soul into the hands of these men and they knew just how to pleasure me. I trusted them utterly.

  “I want you to cum!” I demanded. “Cum inside me at the same time! Cum in my ass and pussy! Oh, yes! Please!”

  Then, all three exploded inside me. Cum filled my ass and pussy. The hot jism made me quiver even more and deep inside. The guys howled in pleasure and I could feel the massive gobs of gooey sperm running out of my holes as the boys came. I shuddered in the swing for several minutes. The orgasms were earth shattering!

  “Ah, fuck! Fuck!” said Jackson cumming.

  “Uh! Uh!” Kyle grunted.

  “Oh, yeah! Fuck!” strained Carey.

  Carey staggered back a few steps and his cock slipped out. I could feel is cum spray on my back, while the rest ran out of my asshole and onto the balcony floor. Kyle pulled out, but I grabbed and pulled him toward me. I sucked the last bit of cum out of his dick.

  “Mmm, so good,” I moaned.

  Jackson staggered back a few steps too. He flopped down on one of the lounge chairs, exhausted. A stream of jism shot out of his dick as he did so. He was still having minor orgasms as well.

  “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he said out of breath. “How does it keep getting better? Six months and it feels so amazing. Even more amazing.”

  “I know,” I said, still shuddering from the experience. “Mmm, oh, God. Give me a minute. Oh!”

  When it was finally over, spent and exhausted, we retired to Carey’s room. We laid down together and went to sleep.

  “I’ve never been this happy,” said Carey. “Seriously.”

  “Yeah, me too,” added Jackson. “Except, the only thing that would make me happier is if we could take a special, private trip back to the zoo and let out our animalistic side all together.”

  “How could that even happen?” I asked, laughing.

  “Oh, I have my ways to make things happen,” Jackson answered.

  “I believe you,” I told him, seriously.

  Kyle smiled and just nodded.

  “I’m happy to have you all,” I said sweetly.

  This was my life and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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  Chapter 1—Riley

  Okay, I can do this. I can have an orgasm.

  I lie back on my bed, feeling stupid. This is definitely not how I'd expected to start off my morning. But my friend Brynn had dared me to try it, after last night had turned out a lot more disappointing than I'd expected.

  I was supposed to go on a date with my boyfriend Charles but he never called. He'd been at a golf tournament with some clients of our law firm and he'd texted me at around eight o'clock p.m. to say that the "entertainment" of said clients was running late.

  So, I'd called Brynn and she'd told me come over for a bottle of merlot. Of course I went right over, since I had nothing better to do and since Brynn is my BFF. Also, because I needed wine.

  "I really thought Charles might be the one I’d lose my virginity to," I'd confessed to Brynn.

  Brynn's one of the few people who know that I still have my virginity. We've been friends for a long time and she’s never teased me about it like the few others had when they'd first found out.

  "Now I'm thinking that's a lost cause. Just like the few other boyfriends I've had, he's just not special enough. He'd rather blow me off than… let me blow him."

  Brynn had laughed and then said, "I think that's your problem, Riley. You want your first time to be so special, with 'the right guy.' You should just let loose and go with it, see what happens."

  "With Charles?" I'd asked her, scrunching up my nose skeptically.

  She shrugged.

  "Well, if you guys can work out whatever's been going on with you this time around, then maybe. Although, it seems like maybe you both know it's time to call it quits, but neither of you wants to be the one to push the 'End’ button."

  "Again," I’d added her to her statement. "Neither of us want to be the one to push the 'End' button once again, after we've re-started it so many times."

  Charles and I had broken up so often it wasn't even funny. I don't even know why we keep trying. Except that his dad, Jack Holt, is the founding partner of our law firm, and pressures him to stay with a "rising star" at the firm, such as my
self. He thinks my ambitious attitude will rub off on his son, who would rather play video games than write briefs.

  "When I really face the truth, Charles and I are together for all the wrong reasons," I'd confessed to Brynn. "I used to think he only stayed with me because his dad wanted him to, and that's probably true. But then, why do I stay with him when he keeps ditching me for better plans? I suppose I like that the founding partner of the firm wants me to be dating his son. I'm afraid I won't be able to stand on my own two feet without him propping me up."

  "Don't be ridiculous," Brynn had said. "You've always been a straight-A student. You’ve worked so hard on all your cases and you've more than earned your place at the firm. But I think change is just hard. It's easier to stay with the wrong person than take a step to be alone or find someone better."

  "Yeah," I'd sighed, downing the rest of my wine.

  Brynn had happily poured me another glass. And that’s why I love her.

  "If you're going to break up with him, do it soon, so you can lose your virginity to someone else," Brynn then said, in her no- nonsense way. "And in the meantime, at least treat yourself to a mind-blowing orgasm."

  I'd just looked at her, before finally finding the nerve to confess a secret even worse than the fact that I'm still a virgin.

  "I… don't exactly know how to do that, either," I'd finally said.

  "What?" she'd exclaimed, her eyes growing wide. "You don't masturbate?"

  "It's not that I never have," I'd told her. "I just… haven't had the best luck so I don't get what it's all about."

  "Girl, you've got to be kidding me," she'd said, standing up.

  She went over to her bedside table, pulled something out of a drawer, and came back.

  "Here," she said, handing me a silver, egg-shaped contraction wrapped in plastic. "Don't ever say I never gave you anything."

  "What is this?"

  I'd held the egg in my hand, realizing that I had an idea what it was, but feeling rather embarrassed.

  "It's a magic bullet," she'd said. "Your own personal vibrator. Don't worry— I haven't used it. I just ordered a new one from Simple Pleasures because I wore my old one out. That’s how much I masturbate. And it’ll be hard not to have another one for a little while. But for you, I can wait and order a new one."

  "Oh, my God," I'd said, blushing. "I can't believe you just have these things laying around."

  "Whatever," she'd said, rolling her eyes at my innocence, as usual. "There are entire sex toy parties based off these things now. I'm hardly the only woman in America with a vibrator— or six— in my bedside stand."

  "Six?"

  "Riley," she'd told me, shaking her head. "Just try it. You'll love it. I promise."

  So here I am. After way too much wine and too little sleep, I'd woken up at Brynn's house at five a.m. and bolted home. I hate trying to sleep after I've had too much to drink— I always wake up early and can never go back to sleep.

  After lying down in my own bed and trying to fall back asleep for a while, I gave up. There's still half an hour before I have to start getting ready for work, so I take the "magic bullet" out of my purse and stare at it.

  This is really it. My first orgasm. Here it comes.

  I lie back on my pillow and spread my legs. I hit the "on" switch and put the vibrator up to my clit.

  Mmmmm. That does feel good…

  It hums against me, cold and metallic as it works its magic. I suppose it’s aptly named. I still feel silly getting so up close and personal with an inanimate object. I decide to think about Charles.

  But I can't. After trying to picture him, all I can think of is the text he’d sent me last night, which had let me know once again exactly how unimportant I am to him. Not to mention the fact that he’d never followed up with another text.

  How I wish I could be with a different guy— one who appreciates me and who wants me to be pleasured. Not just someone who is with me because his dad wants him to be. Because he's used to life being handed to him on a silver platter and to doing whatever Daddy wants, to make Daddy happy and his own life easier.

  I can't think about that right now, though. I have an orgasm to accomplish.

  Instead, I try to conjure up images of celebrities I think are hot. Muscular, toned guys— strong and courageous and not afraid to take risks. The exact opposite of Charles.

  Finally, I feel a tingling down below. It feels like a small current of electricity. I draw my breath in, waiting for something more.

  But nothing else comes.

  I stop the vibrator.

  Was that it?

  Damn it. I don’t even know.

  I was expecting erupting fireworks, but that was just a little fizz.

  I should keep going. Try again.

  I know that if Brynn was here she'd be saying, "Don't give up. You deserve this."

  But it's time to get ready for work. At least I felt something. It was a step in the right direction.

  I wash the vibrator and open the drawer of my bathroom sink to put it away. I place it inside an old makeup bag that has a bright red and turquoise elephant print on it, and then, just for good measure, I cover it up with a tin box that holds barrettes. If for some reason any guest ever needs to use this bathroom, hopefully they’ll never find my dirty little secret.

  I'll have to try it again another time. Maybe it's one of those things I'll get better at with practice.

  For now, it's time to go to work, and see Charles, and start dealing with things I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with.

  The tough guys I was thinking of just a moment ago are only for fantasy. My real life awaits.

  Chapter 2 – Riley

  When I get to work, Charles is nowhere to be found. I try to nonchalantly meander on over to his office to look for him, but a fellow associate named Trina stops me before I can even get there.

  "Looking for Charles?" she asks, grinning.

  Damn it.

  She is so not the person I want to see right now. She's always had a crush on Charles and I'm sure she's taking great pleasure in the fact that I'm unsuccessfully trying to track him down.

  "I just needed to talk to him about a case," I say quickly, defensively, as if I had indeed seen or at least spoken to my boyfriend last night as planned, and just need to talk business this morning.

  "I see," she says, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow to show she doesn't believe me. "Well, I doubt he'll be in any time before noon. We had quite the night last night."

  "You—?"

  I trail off, trying not to sound surprised.

  What is she talking about?

  "Oh yeah, after the Westin Invitational— it's a shame you don't golf, by the way; it's a great way for female associates to be able to woo clients just like the male associates do, and there are some real hotties on the course as well— we took some clients to Closed Door."

  She laughs, as if she had just told me that she and my boyfriend had taken clients shopping at Walmart, rather than to the seediest strip club in town.

  "Oh, he didn't tell you?" she asks, with pity, reading the look on my face.

  From the way she’s smirking at me, I can tell she suspected I didn’t know, and that she’s happy to have her suspicions confirmed.

  "I—"

  I begin, but I don't really have anything to say. I'm completely taken off guard.

  "It's okay," she says, her lip pouting as if trying to be friendly. "I know a lot of— girlfriends— is that what you still are to him?— aren't into the strip club scene so he probably didn't want to hurt your feelings and tell you. I left at about midnight because I had to finish up the Colvert case briefing but he was still partying hard with a few of the clients and a lot of the dancers. That's why I'm betting he won't be in any time soon. Not that he has to— being the boss' son and all, you know?"

  "Thanks for letting me know," I tell her, as if I'm truly grateful when clearly I'm not.

  I'm about to tell her I have a lot to do this mo
rning anyway, so I'll just catch him this afternoon. But suddenly it hits me. I'm sick of taking crap from other people about my "relationship" with Charles.

  "I'm sure his dad will be happy to hear that you guys were keeping the clients entertained," I tell her, with a grin as fake as the one she was just flashing at me.

  "Oh, I don't think there's any reason to fill him in on that," she says, with a nervous giggle.

  Jack Holt likes when his son entertains clients but there’s no doubt he wouldn’t approve of the strip club aspect of last night’s entertainment. He’s notorious for saying his son lacks judgment and decency sometimes. Trina and I both know that Jack would not be happy to hear about their exploits last night.

  As if on cue, Jack’s secretary Cindy rounds the corner. Jack Holt has assistants that will track down anyone he needs, at any time, but when Cindy—who has been with him for over twenty years and is his main secretary who can’t usually be bothered to do such dirty work— is looking for an associate, we know it’s serious business.

  "Oh, there you are, Riley," she says, shaking her head nervously. "Mr. Holt has been looking for you. He would like to talk to you in Conference Room B."

  Trina looks scared, so I wink at her, as if to tell her I'll be filling in Mr. Holt on everything.

  Secretly, though, I'm just as scared as Cindy looks. Cindy coming to get me can only mean that Jack wants to do my evaluation today, and from the nervous look on Cindy’s face, I can tell it won't be completely smooth sailing.

  Today just keeps going from bad to worse.

  Chapter 3 – Riley

  I take a deep breath and then knock on the door of the conference room and Mr. Holt nods at me.

  "Come in, Riley," he says, as if I've wasted his time by having his secretary look for me, when I didn't even know I was supposed to be here.

  I was aware that there was a round of associate evaluations coming up but I didn't know when exactly mine would be. The partners like to do it this way, to keep us guessing. They’ve definitely achieved that purpose.

 

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