The Chronicles of Stella Rice: March

by Adrienne Kama

He came forward and straddled my stomach. Again, he was careful to keep most of his weight on his legs.

  I watched expectantly as he uncapped the baby oil and squirted a handful onto my breasts.

  I knew what was coming next, so I bit my lower lip and waited.

  When his fingers closed around my nipples, my back arched and I cried out. Bright sparks danced behind my closed lids as, slowly, Jake began to rub the sensitized flesh. He massaged the erect nubs of my nipples until they were hard as pebbles and I was moaning openly beneath him.

  “Like that?” he asked. An unnecessary question if ever there was one.

  “I think that would be a safe guess,” Dev answered for me.

  He’d resumed kneading my scalp with the tips of his fingers. The combination of Dev’s hands on my scalp, while Jake manipulated my breasts was nearly too much for me to bear.

  A taut chord had formed within me; a connection between my breasts and hungry pussy. Every time Jake flicked my nipple with the tip of his finger, fire raced along the inner channel connecting the two. A simple stroke was enough to nearly push me over the edge.

  I was lost in the sensations rolling over me, drowning in the erotic thrill of their combined touch. They hadn’t done much to me, but already I was losing all remnants of self-control.

  As I descended into this sensual haze, I lost track of time. All that existed was the thrill of their hands on me, and the sensations their touch could produce. I rode the waves of ecstasy as they led me further outside myself. Fear, trepidation was forgotten as I opened my body to their stimulations.

  I felt Jake ease back, knew he’d moved off of me when the weight on my stomach disappeared.

  When he pressed the tip of a finger to my clit, and rubbed, I screamed.

  My eyes flew wide and I met his gaze. “Now Jake. I need you inside me right now.”

  Though his chest was heaving, his gaze remained level. “I was gonna masturbate you a bit, Stella, but I see you’re too far gone for that.”

  Pleased he’d come to the same conclusion, I nodded.

  A slight grin playing on his lips, he focused on Dev. “Lubricant,” he said.

  Behind me, I felt Dev shift. Then his hand appeared overhead. He dropped a bottle into Jake’s waiting hand. “This is gonna be good.”

  Jake squirted a copious amount of the lubricant in his hand then bent forward. A moment later I felt his fingers between my legs. He smoothed lubricant over my anus, rubbing gently to ensure I remained relaxed. His touch was tender, the feel of his fingers on me more pleasant than I’d expected.

  After squirting more lubricant into his hand, I felt a finger prod my anal canal. The cool, slick gel oozed over my sphincter and inside as Jake penetrated me and began sliding his finger back and forth.

  “How’s that feel?” he asked.

  I considered. “A little uncomfortable, but I’m all right.”

  He spread more of the sticky oil onto his fingers and began gliding two of them past my tight muscles. As he moved, I forced myself to remain calm. Though the sensation of being penetrated anally felt alien, I knew if I relaxed and trusted Jake I would enjoy myself.

  “Here we go, baby,” Jake said after withdrawing his hand. He paused to rub his fingers on a towel Dev had handed him, then he came down on top of me.

  The press of his body on mine nearly undid me. Feeling at the very end of control, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.

  “We’re gonna go nice and slow, Stella,” he said. “If it starts to hurt, tell me.”

  Frantic to get on with it, I nodded wildly. “Just do it, Jake.”

  When I felt his cockhead nudging at my entrance, I moaned.

  “Push against, me,” Jake directed.

  Above me, Dev had ceased stroking my scalp and had begun to stare openly. For a moment our eyes met. He smiled down at me, raised a brow, then all conscious thought fled.

  Jake eased into me, telling me again to push.

  I did. Instantly I felt my anus forced open as he penetrated. Pain seared my ass as my muscles were spread wide enough to accommodate his thick girth. A cold sweat dampened my forehead but I strove for calm. I remembered Ann and Meagan’s admonition to relax and push, and fought to do just that.

  With a groan Jake slid in an inch, then another. Inch by inch he possessed me, filling me so thoroughly I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry.

  “Fuck, you feel so good Stella.” His eyes rolled back in his head but he continued forward until I felt the curls of his pubic hair tickling my skin. “Oh yeah. This is good,” he panted. “You okay, Stella?”

  “Yeah. But don’t move. Give me a minute to adjust.”

  Above me, Jake’s hair had fallen over his shoulders in wild disarray. A curtain of sweat-dampened sable hung around his face, tickling my cheeks. His lips had compressed into a thin line and his face was flushed red. Trickles of sweat dotted his forehead and throat. He was exhibiting a Herculean effort for control. Eyes closed and arms trembling, he nodded.

  I wondered how much power he had to exert over himself to keep from throwing my feelings aside and bearing down on me. “You okay, Jake?”

  Jake grunted.

  Feeling my ass had adequately adjusted to Jake’s possession of it, I exhaled heavily and said, “Okay, Jake. I’m ready.”

  His eyes flew wide. Rapacious hunger danced in his emerald orbs and his lip curled expectantly. He reared up on his hands, balancing himself over me, and slowly withdrew.

  Ecstasy came at me with sudden, all encompassing force. I dragged my nails over Jake’s back, tried to catch my breath as he sank into the root and pulled back a second time.

  Furious heat seared a path from my ravenous quim to my ass, making me scream. My toes curled and I cried out for more as Jake began to move in a pounding rhythm in and out of me.

  “She likes being ass-fucked,” Dev remarked.

  “She loves it. Don’t you, kitten?”

  I was too lost in sensation to respond, too overcome to think.

  “What ever did she do before we found her?” Dev wondered aloud.

  “Good question,” Jake said, then slid a hand over my stomach and between my legs.

  With merciless resolve, he found my clit and stroked.

  I arched in surprise with a cry of feminine joy on my lips. My stomach shuddered as something inside me began to give way. The most exquisite tension had begun in my quim making me writhe beneath him. Losing myself to wild abandon, I wrapped my legs around Jake and met him thrust for thrust.

  I gasped beneath the force of his thrusts, groaned as the tension built and release drew near.

  “That’s it baby,” Jake crooned. “Give in to me.”

  Our eyes met. I fought to hold on, struggled to hold back my climax. I couldn’t bear going another two weeks without the pleasure of Jake’s body immersed in mine. Still, my control was tenuous at best. “Jake, I can’t hold on.”

  He gazed down at me for a moment, then up at Dev, eyebrow raised in silent question.

  “I want to see you kiss her first,” Dev decided.

  Without another word, Jake captured my lips and kissed me hungrily. Our tongues met and tasted.

  I fought to hold him to me as he drew back, tried to hook my arms around the back of his neck.

  Staring into my eyes, a look of triumph on his face, Jake bore down on me, driving into me with such force I had to grab onto Dev’s thighs for stability. He thrust hard and fast, sending a riot of sensations tumbling through me. I whimpered beneath this delicious assault, squirmed, helpless against the rising tide that was threatening to overwhelm me.

  When I was at the very edge of control, poised at the precipice of release, Jake grinned down at me and said, “Come for us, Stella.”

  Something in my belly churned to a stop as my control ceased. Orgasm tore through me, erupting with a force that had me crying out. I shuddered beneath Jake, raked his back with my nails. Spasm after spasm shook me even as Jake cried out from on
top of me.

  He thrust harder, faster, groaning with every possession. Even as the force of my orgasm released me and I descended back to earth, I could feel Jake’s hot cum filling my ass.

  With a satisfied sigh, Jake collapsed on top of me.

  I looked up and met Dev’s feral gaze. “So that’s anal sex,” I panted. “I think I like it.”

  ~*~

  1/19/05 2:19 a.m.

  There I was, two in the morning, flat on my back, sticky with sweat, and exhausted from the night’s activities. My hair was splayed across the over-stuffed pillows and so tangled, I was grateful for the darkness. It was inhumanly hot in the bedroom and I desperately wanted to walk to the fireplace and douse the slowly ebbing flames. More than that, though, I wanted to pee. But I couldn’t. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t roll over, I couldn’t sit up, I couldn’t twist, I couldn’t even breathe. I surely couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom. All I could do was stare at the digital display of the alarm clock and wait for morning.

  To my right, Dev lay on his side facing me. I could hear his soft breathing in the darkness and feel his rhythmic exhalations against the top of my head. One muscle-laden and very naked thigh lay heavily across my stomach, pinning me to the bed.

  At my left was Jake. Also on his side and facing me, Jake’s breathing reverberated through the room. While I couldn’t call Jake’s nocturnal respiration snoring, it was as close as one could get to snoring without actually doing it. As to his body in relation to my own; sometime in the night, he had not only set one arm over my breasts, he’d also entwined his leg with my left calf.

  Between the two of them I felt hopelessly immobilized and helpless. The feeling was unpleasant, or at least it wouldn’t have been if I didn’t have to pee so friggin’ bad.

  It amazed me really. I wondered how they had managed to sleep together before. I couldn’t imagine they’d been able to twist themselves into such intricate knots when it was just the two of them in bed.

  I tried counting to a hundred, then backward to one, hoping the monotony of the exercise would put me to sleep and thus out of my misery. It didn’t work. I gave a go at closing my eyes and trying to meditate. I pictured myself on a sandy beach next month, the sun shinning on me while waves crashed against the shore. The imagery was good, until the imaginary sound of the water reminded me that I had to go to the bathroom.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I jolted at the sound of Jake’s voice. “Huh?”

  “What’s wrong? You’ve been squirming for the last ten minutes.”

  Oh well. Least I tried not to wake them up. “I have to use the bathroom,” I admitted.

  Sitting up, Jake removed his person from mine, then reached over me and gave Dev’s leg a shove. Motioning dramatically toward the bathroom, he proclaimed, “You’re free.”

  I sat up, crawled to the edge of the bed, then stopped. “Jake?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you and Dev like the beach?”

  “Doesn’t everyone?”

  I faced him, and smiled down at his reclining form. Hands clasped beneath his head and legs spread wide so I could see his exhausted cock resting against his thigh, Jake looked more gorgeous than ever. “The girls and I rented a house in the Outer Banks next month. Everyone’s bringing their boyfriends. I thought maybe…” I trailed off.

  “For how many days?”

  “Four or five.”

  For a moment I thought he’d say no. But he smiled and nodded. “Just let me know when so I can let Robert (Stay Fit’s general manager) know when I’ll be away.”

  “And Dev?”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “Dev’s a musician. As long as he’s not performing his schedule is always open.”

  I grinned back at him. “Good.”

  I stood and made my way to the bathroom.

  An oceanfront beach house with Jake, Dev, and my best friends.

  Next month is gonna rock!