by Sahara Kelly
Hari kept his hands on the beads as she gingerly rolled over, making sure that the tension never varied. He slid a little pillow beneath her back as she moved, catching the top of the beaded rope and allowing Alana’s weight to hold it in place. The beads were firmly pressed against her—oh, God, were they firmly pressed against her! She couldn’t decide if it was a good pressure or a bad pressure. It might take at least a couple of months for her to decide.
Her chest, however, was very relieved to be rid of its necklace, and—even better— Sami was pouring a delicately scented lotion onto her skin and beginning a soothing massage. She breathed a sigh of relief as Hari removed her blindfold and she could watch the erotic sight of Sami tending carefully to her chest.
His hands passed over and around her breasts, gentling away the dimples left by the necklace. Staying away from her nipples for the moment, he let his hands love her flesh, lifting, moving, stroking and smoothing her skin into a gentle hum.
Hari occasionally tugged slightly on the beads, just to remind her that they were there. This, thought Alana, had to be pretty close to Nirvana.
Hari brought a large pot to her side and removed a brush, which sparkled in the dim light. Alana also noticed the candles that had been lit—something she’d missed before.
The brush was as soft as a feather and Alana recognized the scent of the powder. Hari tickled the brush over her mound.
“Aaaah…” she giggled. “That tickles, Hari.”
Smiling, Hari licked at the powder. “It’s supposed to.”
“The brush is made of camel’s hair,” added Sami. “We understand its softness is much prized amongst your painters.”
“Not to mention make up artists,” mumbled Alana, thinking of the enormously expensive brush she’d wanted for her eye shadow.
“And the ‘Kiss of the Camel’?” she asked, flexing her buttocks and wincing slightly as the beads reminded her that they were still there.
“A little something to heighten the body’s response to stimuli, Alana,” said Hari. “Like this…” and he ran his tongue roughly over her clit at the identical moment Sami tweaked her tender nipples.
“Oh, God. Choreography. I can’t stand it…” she groaned.
“Yes you can, Alana; your limits are about to be expanded,” laughed Sami.
And both Hari and Sami worked together to bring her to the peak, and then soothe her down with loving caresses. They touched her with skill and affection, always stopping short of the final moment of orgasm.
What seemed like hours later, Alana felt the tears coming to her eyes.
“It’s no use—either make me come or kill me, I cannot go on…” her voice croaked. Each of her muscles was threatening to cramp, her pussy was drowning in its own juices and her clit was getting tired of trying to attract someone’s attention.
“Perhaps it is indeed time for our mid-term exam…” whispered Sami.
“Oh, God, please, yes…whatever it is, just make this ache go away…” she moaned.
Hari and Sami eased her down the bed until she was quite flat, and with a kind of regret she felt the beads being withdrawn from her ass.
The mattress dipped as Hari lay down beside her and turned her onto her shoulder. He snuggled himself tight against her and pulled her buttocks into his groin.
Sami also lay on the bed, but reversed his position, putting his head down by Alana’s pussy and easing his thigh under her head. She looked his cock straight in the eye.
Hari’s arm eased beneath her and came up to clasp her breast, and Sami raised her leg, bending it at the knee and pushing it back slightly, exposing her completely to his sight.
Impossibly, the sexual tension in her body re-established itself and in a flash she was wet, hot and swollen. Hari’s clever fingers toyed with a nipple, and his hand slid over her buttocks to her cleft. Sami moved closer—she could feel his breath on her pussy.
As one, they touched her.
The second Hari’s questing finger found her puckered little hole, Sami’s tongue lapped along her labia, and swiped across her clit.
“Ohmigod…” she breathed.
Sami’s tongue continued its exploration of her hot and weeping pussy while Hari, talented Hari, pulled and teased her nipples and gently caressed her anus.
Needing to move, Alana reached out and grabbed the nearest thing to her, which happened to be Sami’s cock.
He gasped, interrupting his rhythm slightly, then went back to what he was doing.
“Gently, Alana…” reminded Hari, nipping her shoulders gently and then licking the skin. “If you wish to work Sami’s cock, you may, but we do not encourage you to suck him yet…we have not trained you in this art.”
Hari was truly a man of great focus, thought Alana, as she stroked her hand lovingly up and down Sami’s cock.
He could nibble on her neck, fondle her breasts and circle her most delicate tissue with his finger all at the same time. She must remind herself to ask him if he could do the rub-stomach pat-head thing. She giggled a little hysterically.
“What amuses you, dear delight?” Hari’s voice caressed her ear, adding another shiver to the mix.
Alana shook her head, unable to answer as Sami’s tongue had just hit paydirt.
Stepping up his rhythm, Sami was now teasing and flicking her clit—sometimes close, sometimes not close enough.
She moaned and kept her hands moving on his cock.
Sami moved closer and eased his tongue deep into her channel.
She gasped at the feeling—so warm and slick inside her. The stubble on his lightly bearded chin was doing fantastic things to the rest of her pussy. She couldn’t help another moan of pleasure.
She was getting tenser and tenser now—surely Hari could feel the muscles in her buttocks trembling. His cock was wedged between them, and she tried moving very slightly on him. Sami picked up her rhythm and stayed with her, backing his tongue up to her super-sensitive clit.
Panting, she held his cock and noticed a drop of glittering blue moisture beading the tip. Obeying an irresistible urge, she moved her head and took him into her mouth.
As she did, the pressure from Hari’s finger increased ever so slightly, and with a little popping sensation, he had suddenly gone where no man had gone before.
Sami worked her clit firmly with his tongue, humming slightly as she licked and sucked his cock. The vibrations from his humming must have gone all the way through her pelvis to Hari’s finger, because he started to move it very carefully within her.
The sexual arousal she was experiencing was immense—if she didn’t come soon it was going to be all over.
Her two lovers seemed to sense her agony.
Sami’s tongue flickered at the speed of a hummingbird’s wings over her clit, and Hari pressed, pushed and pleasured her anus with his fingers while she slithered her cleft over his cock and sucked for all she was worth on Sami.
The three of them hung, poised for a lifetime on the edge, then with a scream, Alana came and the world pretty much ended.
* * * * *
Or, on the other hand, she may just have blacked out for a few moments, she thought, as she struggled back to a state of limp but satisfied consciousness. Three sets of limbs were boneless and tangled, and large amounts of blue fog were hanging over everything.
Alana couldn’t help herself—she grinned. As soon as she had the use of her body back, she was going to high-five both of them—she had never, in her entire life, felt as good as she did at this moment. It didn’t matter that she had all the muscular strength of an amoeba with the flu, or that she was lying in the wettest wet spot she could remember. What was important was that she’d achieved a level of sexual arousal she’d never believed possible, and helped the guys get off at the same time.
Yep. That was definitely a grin-worthy moment.
Hari stirred behind her, and Sami’s head moved away from her clit.
Both men groaned slightly as they sorted out their arms and le
gs and pulled pillows into more comfortable positions for all of them.
“So,” croaked Alana, as she looked from Sami on one side of her to Hari on the other. “Did I pass?”
Chapter 8
She awoke to find herself draped over a hard male chest. A deep breath told her it was Hari—funny how she could distinguish them by their scent. Sami’s was a mixture of sweet and tangy—sort of like a spice—while Hari’s was a more robust fragrance, redolent of male and heat. She remembered her question of last night. Had she passed? Hari had mumbled something that sounded like “class valedictorian” as he had cleaned the sticky juices off them all with soft, scented cloths. But Sami had surprised her the most.
He had slid his hands through her hair and brought her head to his—lowering his lips to hers in the first fully-fledged kiss she could remember getting from either of them. His lips were warm and sweet and he gently increased their pressure as he moved his fingers lovingly through her tousled curls. As she had opened her lips, his tongue had slipped inside and proved that he was as talented at kissing as he was at everything else.
He tasted of Blue Lotus, Sami, and desire, and he swirled his tongue lovingly against hers with consummate skill.
She should have known. His kiss warmed her, touched her deep inside, and she felt cherished as he eased himself away.
“Thank you, Alana,” he’d said, his emotions laid bare in his amazing blue eyes. “You’re very special.”
Not quite sure how to respond, Alana simply leaned forward and kissed him back.
He’d smiled, turned her toward Hari and spooned himself in behind her. All three had fallen asleep within moments.
Now Sami was off someplace doing heaven knew what, and she was sprawled in the bed with one arm over Hari’s chest, her leg resting on his thighs, and her lips almost touching one muscled shoulder. Mmmmm. This was a nice way to wake up.
“Good morning, Alana,” came a deep voice, rumbling through her body as well as her ears.
“Hi, Hari,” she smiled, riffling his chest hair with her fingers.
“Are you ready to begin the second phase of your instruction today?”
“Bring it on, Professor,” laughed Alana. “What’s on the curriculum?”
Hari eased his body away from her and grasped the sheet, drawing it down and away from her body. He took his time, staring pointedly at each part of her that was revealed.
“Hari?” she asked, surprisingly conscious of her nakedness. “What is the second part of the course? What does it involve?”
“Fucking.”
The one word answer brought a flood of adrenaline through her veins, and she was suddenly wide awake.
“Um—and we haven’t been doing that already?”
“Oh no, my delight,” murmured Hari, rolling her onto her back.
He placed his hand just under her navel and spread his long fingers across her abdomen. The warmth penetrated through her pelvis to her womb.
“We’ve had fun, and played, and come but we haven’t really fucked. That’s my portion of the session. I get to teach you about your inner self. Those lush and tight and silky places that make your juices. I’m going to get those places so hot and wet you’ll think there’s a volcano inside you.” His fingers flexed slightly as he moved upwards and gazed into Alana’s eyes.
“My cock is going to slam into your pussy until you scream from the pleasure of it. I’m going to take you many times and in many ways. I’m going to fuck you until all you can think about is how hard my cock is and how you can get it inside you.”
Alana’s eyes widened as she stared at Hari. His chocolate gaze was burning, his dark hair tumbled over his shoulders and he looked like sex incarnate. He was turning her on with just his words. This was a major switch from the lighthearted loving fun she’d experienced with Sami’s fingers and tongue. This was sex on the Dark Side.
“Lead on, Lord Vader,” she murmured, conscious now of her pussy beginning to weep at his words.
“I’m going to take you every way I can and everywhere I can. I’m gonna live inside your cunt for a while…”
Alana gasped as Hari’s lips curled.
“Yeah—that word. I don’t really like it, and we’ve stayed away from it up to now, but this is the advanced course—no kindergarten terms any more. You’ve made the extra credit class, sweetheart, and this is where the fucking gets real.”
She swallowed. “And Sami?”
Hari moved between her thighs, resting his cock on her curls. The sensation was exquisite.
“Sure. He’ll be here—he’ll watch us, and help out occasionally, he might even want to fuck you himself now and again. But make no mistake, Alana, it’s going to be my cock that slams you into oblivion.”
He gestured at his cock, which was enormous—the flared head was tinged with purple and glittering drops of bluish moisture were sliding down from the slit.
“You’re going to stretch for me, hold me tight between your thighs. You’re going to learn my rhythm as I learn yours. My cock is going to force its way into your most secret places and pound them into screaming submission. You’ll yearn for it when it’s not inside you—you’ll suck it and lick it, you may even make me come that way if you’re very good. But the best part will be having me inside you, sliding into and out of your wet cunt, slapping against your pussy, pounding into your clit. My cock is going to rule your body for a while Alana—get used to it.”
And suiting words to action, he slammed into her body all the way to the hilt.
Alana’s breath left her lungs in a rush. He was huge, and she felt stretched taut.
Hari’s eyes gazed into hers as he froze, motionless, above her. He was deep inside her, yet his words had aroused her to the extent where she had been quite ready to take him.
Uncertainly, she watched his face.
Gradually he eased back from her and closed his eyes, thrusting in again and out, setting up the most delicious vibrations throughout her whole body.
Alana’s buttocks clenched and she raised herself slightly to give him better access. His movements quickened, and she could feel the tension rising within her as his body pounded against her clit and his balls slapped her buttocks with every thrust.
In moments, she felt the orgasm start and she raised her hands to grip Hari’s muscular biceps.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, head and neck arching back into the pillow.
Hari’s pounding speeded up—just enough.
“Aaaagh…” she groaned as her orgasm began and her cunt spasmed against Hari’s thick cock.
He pressed himself in as deep as he could go, letting her muscles massage him and waiting out her climax.
As she came down, Hari eased gently out of her.
“That was lesson number one, Alana. Nicely done.”
“And for having an excellent orgasm first thing in the morning, the lucky lady wins…Ta Da. One cup of tantalizingly fresh steaming coffee.” Sami’s cheerful tones cut through the post-coital fog that was swirling between Alana’s ears.
“But wait, there’s more,” continued Sami, doing an excellent impression of every game show host she’d ever heard. Her lips started to curve, as did Hari’s.
“You and a guest will spend minutes of untold pleasure enjoying a breakfast prepared especially for you. Grapes imported for your delectation from the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, figs specially flown in from the fourth century, and oranges fresh from the trees of an Arabic Sheik.”
“Fruit for breakfast again, huh?” snorted Hari, lunging off the bed at Sami. “What about pancakes? What about eggs and bacon? Haven’t you heard of Aunt Jemima?”
“Fruit, my brother, and you know it. Better for you, and better for what you’re going to be doing…” Sami nodded firmly at Alana who was trying to figure out a way to get all her body parts working at once.
“Yeah, yeah…” complained Hari. “Where’s the coffee?”
* * * * *
As it turned out, the c
offee was, indeed, fresh, hot and delicious. Alana was getting used to the stronger and darker brew, almost Turkish in its richness. She smacked her lips and groaned in appreciation as the first sip went down.
“Oh, God, that’s divine. Fantastic sex and great coffee. Can I marry you both? Take me somewhere where I can have two husbands, and you’re mine, guys.”
Hari and Sami exchanged grins across the table.
“You are happy that we have come to you?” asked Sami.
“God! See this? This is my ’you’ve-got-to-be-kidding’ face. You have taken me places I never dreamed existed. How could I not be happy?” she answered.
“And you don’t mind that it is I who will be the one fucking you?” Hari’s voice was surprisingly hesitant as he asked this question. Alana realized the answer was important to him, and to Sami.
“Listen up, you two. You are both essential parts of this fantasy or dream, or hallucination, or whatever it is I’m enjoying the hell out of. Whatever Sami does to me is marvelous, and whatever you do to me, Hari, is going to be just as good, and what you both do to me—well, there aren’t words for it. Trust me.”
A thought crossed her mind.
“Do you always work like this? Sami first, then Hari?”
Sami answered that one. “We note our roles when we conclude each assignment, Alana. We have a chart in our quarters that we fill out and when next we are assigned, we know to reverse the procedure. On our next case, I will be the one to fuck the client, while Hari will get to use his other talents.”
“That’s us,” muttered Hari. “The suck and fuck twins.”
“Hari?” said Alana, sensing that Hari was not altogether thrilled with the arrangement.
“Forgive me, Alana, it is not you. It is just that sometimes, in our quarters, we wonder if there is not something more—or if we are destined to spend eternity going from one client to another, never remembering the warmth or the love that we share with her…”
Alana reached out and grasped both their hands. “I wish I could find a way to help with that problem,” she said, “because I want you to remember how much I’ve come to love you both.”
