At that point, I lost all control. I fucked her like a mad beast while I continued pleasuring her clit. My fingers dug deep into her ass and I held on tight. My balls slapped against her ass, and her cunt juices trickled farther down her thighs. Soon, her velvety-smooth, hot pussy tightened so hard she nearly pushed my cock out as she squeezed it with all her might. I groaned loudly, lost in sweet bliss, then she let out a long, piercing shriek as she came.
I pulled out just in time to see and feel her squirt. It doused my groin and shot up my chest. I ran my hand through her sweet, sticky juices, then I pumped my cock over her bare ass and spilled my spunk all over it. Pearly cum pooled in the little dimples at the top of her buttocks.
***
Lenny and I went out for lunch on Sunday to discuss the future of the Purple Pleasure Dome, once our year was up. We’d have to figure out what we were going to do with the apartment above the store, too.
“Sell your half of the apartment to me, too,” Lenny said, just as I took a bite of my ham sandwich. Smart devil knew this would delay my reply.
I nearly choked on the chewed bread as it slid down my throat. I took a quick drink of beer. “Easy for you to say. Where do I live then, huh? Go back to the dorms? Besides,” I shrugged, “I haven’t technically agreed to sell you my half of the store when our year is up.”
He looked aghast as he put down his glass of wine. “After all I’ve taught you, you’d stiff me on our deal?”
I shook my head. “We never agreed on anything. And I think you’re enjoying the lessons as much as I am.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair and snorted disgust. “You’re wily, Cherry Logan. Just like your brother.”
I grinned and raised my eyebrows at him. “A financial planner has to be shrewd. Tell you what. I’ll think about selling you the apartment, but I might stay just to torture you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sounds like something you’d do.”
“Oh, put your hackles down, Lenny.” I bent forward and caressed his hand. “I’ll definitely sell you my half of the Purple Pleasure Dome. How’s that?”
“Can I get that in writing?” He still sulked.
I shook my head and took another bite of my sandwich. He gave an exasperated sigh, gulped his wine, and signaled the waiter for another.
What can I say? I liked getting under Lenny’s skin. It made the sex between us all the better. Admittedly he looked gorgeous today, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. He wore a plain, ribbed white tank top that clung to his torso perfectly, defining every muscle. Tight black jeans encased his ass nicely. A day’s worth of stubble peppered his cheeks, which gave him a rakish, sexy appearance. Add to this oversized, dark sunglasses and reams of dark curls. He was the perfect portrait of a rock star.
We sat on the patio of my favorite restaurant. It was a beautiful day for eating outdoors. The sun shone bright in a cloudless blue sky. A crème umbrella jutted from the center of our circular, white table, keeping the edge off the brightness and heat. People milled about in colorful summer clothes, chatting amicably.
Just as the waiter brought Lenny’s wine, I spotted a man staring at us from two tables over. He, too, had the rock star look down to a T, only his version included a short, blond shag and embroidered white shirt. He wore tight leather pants and cowboy boots, and I wondered how he could handle the leather pants in this weather. When I caught his gaze and smiled, he waved. I waved back and he stood, drawing near. I noticed he was shorter than Lenny, and built solid. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a thin waist. Like Lenny, he wore those dark, oversized sunglasses.
“Who’re you waving at?” Lenny grumbled, obviously still annoyed at me.
I shook my head. “I don’t know, but he’s coming this way.”
Lenny glanced in the direction I pointed. His lips curled in a wide smile. “Hey, that’s my old band mate. Jeff Callahan.”
When Jeff reached our table, Lenny stood and greeted him. We offered him a seat, and I found myself surrounded by two equally hot rocker types. The day just kept getting better.
As the three of us chatted, plans for a new sex lesson formed in my head. Jeff left our table, and we left the restaurant. On the walk to the car, I told Lenny what I had in mind.
“So, your friend there… Think he’d be interested in a threesome?”
I thought Lenny was going to drop his keys to the sidewalk. He stopped, gave me a surprised look over the rim of his sunglasses. “Well, that was blunt.”
I giggled as I opened the car door. “No sense in beating around the bush.”
“What did you have in mind, Ms. Logan?”
I grinned. “Well, there was this other device I found at the back of the extra storage area…”
He took his sunglasses off this time, tossed them to the dash as he started the car. “What have you been getting up to back there?”
“Lately, researching bdsm a lot,” I confessed. “You know that black number with the straps and buckles? Is that a spanking chair?”
He gave a low, throaty laugh at this. “Ah, yes. Another of your brother’s inventions. It is indeed.”
“Well,” I said, stroking his thigh, inching closer to his crotch, “I’d like to try it out with you and your friend.”
***
Turned out Jeff had been the drummer in Leather Lotharios, and he was more than willing to join us in my proposed sexual escapade.
The three of us sat in the extra storage area on an old leather couch we’d placed amidst the bdsm merchandise. Whips and ball gags lined one wall, along with gimp masks and other assorted gear. A few feet away from the couch the center of tonight’s action waited. A leather covered spanking chair complete with straps for wrists and ankles, and one strap to go around the waist. This was used, Lenny said, to keep the spankee as still as possible while punishment was administered.
We broke out Lenny’s biggest bong and a bottle of Merlot. We sipped the alcohol, taking the occasional toke as Jeff filled me in on his and Lenny’s days with Leather Lotharios.
“Oh, you should’ve seen him back then, Cherry,” Jeff said, leaning closer to me on the couch, his hand trailing beneath the hem of my shiny skirt. “You think he’s a cad now. Back then, my dear, he almost put Byron to shame.” He glanced at Lenny, who had an eyebrow raised, giving a mock scowl as his glass of wine hovered close to his lips. “Byron is his idol, you know. At one time, Lenny had posters of the mad poet all over his room in our tour bus.”
I giggled at this. “Ah yes, I remember. He had posters of him and Marc Bolan all over his bedroom, too. And David Bowie. Can’t forget Bowie.”
“Are you two through talking as if I’m not in the room?” Lenny sniffed. “And you’re one to talk, Callahan. How many women have you had now? God, it must be getting close to triple digits.”
Jeff laughed and held his hands up in mock surrender. “You win, McDougall.”
Jeff’s fingers slid beneath the hem of my red thong, seeking my already wet pussy. I opened my legs wide, tilted my pelvis to give him better access. Lenny put down his wine and leaned in to kiss me. His tongue massaged the roof of my mouth, then coaxed my own tongue into an erotic dance with his. He slid the strap of my dress off my shoulder, baring one of my breasts. His fingers tweaked and teased the nipple.
When he pulled his lips from mine, I whispered, “Oh, yes… Let’s get this party started.” One of them laughed gently at my words, but as teeth clamped around my nipple I forgot to care who was who.
They tugged my dress over my head. Large, callused hands roamed all over my body, squeezing, caressing, probing. Jeff slid the two fingers he’d used to play with me into my mouth, and I sucked on them greedily. He dipped his head to my neck, biting and licking a trail to my ear, while Lenny went to his knees in front of me and tore the tiny, red thong away from tingling cunt.
“Get naked,” I demanded, “Both of you, right now.”
They complied quickly, pulling away from me long en
ough to shuck their clothes. Soon they were back in position and pleasuring me. I wrapped my hand around Jeff’s cock while his mouth trailed lower, returning to my tits, where he thoroughly laved and sucked the nipples until they and my cunt throbbed with uncontrollable fire. Lenny made that fire even hotter as his tongue licked the length of my dripping slit. Then he lapped at my clit like a cat enjoying cream.
They licked and sucked me into a horny frenzy before I begged them to lead me to the chair. I was quivering from erotic energy. They continued to sensually massage my skin, tease me, as they strapped my ankles into the chair. One of them licked the sole of my foot, and I squealed as it tickled and made me jump. The other placed a firm hand on my back and bent me over the chair, fastening my wrists tightly in their clamps. Fingers skimmed over my shoulders in circles before the waist strap was secured.
“Are you ready, Cherry?” Lenny whispered, his eyes sparkling with lust as he looked at me. “What would you like us to do with you first?”
“Get the cat o’ nine tails and a paddle,” I said. “I want you to spank me, fuck me, and let me suck one of you.”
Jeff gave a lusty laugh from behind me. “You have to love a woman who knows what she wants.”
Cool leather braids kissed my back, sweeping downward to trail between my ass cheeks. I felt a leather covered paddle join the whip’s touch.
“Now, don’t move. Don’t you dare scream, unless you’re giving the safe word. And you can’t cum, can’t even moan in pleasure, unless we tell you too? All right?” Lenny’s voice was deep and authoritative, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through me. Just as I had asked, they took over the dominant role, and I was their willing submissive. I nodded to show I understood.
The tails of the whip moved up my lower back then tickled the length of my spine. The paddle’s edge slipped between my crack and teased my cunt, before he brought it back to my ass, circled it over one cheek, and then drew back. I held my breath and waited. Soon the whip’s touch left me too, and then both instruments of punishment slapped against my energized flesh. The paddle came down with a soft crack, and the whips lightly stung my shoulders. I kept still in my bonds, but my pussy quivered and grew wetter still.
The next crack of the paddle jiggled my cheek, and the resulting sting burned hot. The whips came down across the middle of my back this time, also with a sharper bite. I jerked a bit in my bonds, but swallowed a moan.
“Bad Cherry,” one of them growled in my ear. “You moved. Am I going to have to stop and leave you here, bound and naked, until you can behave?”
Emphatically, I shook my head. He gave a guttural chuckle at this.
Both of them touched my ass now, and I felt the leather strips of the whip brush over one cheek, while the paddle teased the other. My every cell seemed to throb with erotic anticipation. My whole body trembled with stimuli and the growing need for release. To at least cry out in pleasure, but I kept my cool, my control, enjoying this mind game, this mental exercise in complete submission and relinquishing control. They spanked my ass and back red, and my flesh zinged with this pleasure pain combination. Finally, when I could take it no longer, I cried out the safe word and begged them to fuck me while I sucked off one of them.
“Dear Cherry.” Lenny smirked at me as he came around the front of the chair. “I don’t think you could ever be a true submissive. There’s just too much disobedience in you.”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply. Instead he shoved his cock into my open, waiting mouth. I sucked it hungrily while Jeff urged my legs wider apart and shoved his cock deep into my aching, dripping pussy. Still bound, I couldn’t touch either man, and my hands ached to squeeze and pleasure the base of Lenny’s cock while I sucked it. But the denial made the sensations all the sweeter. When he thrust his shaft all the way in, until the glans thumped the back of my throat, I swept my tongue out over his balls. As he pulled out halfway, I swirled it over his slippery, rock hard shaft. He moaned and buried fingers in my hair. I groaned around his pulsing dick, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum and skin.
Jeff fucked me hard and fast with his thick, medium length cock. As he did so, he reached around and nudged the hood of my clit back. Using my copious juices as lube, he pinched and rolled the throbbing bud of flesh until I moaned uncontrollably around the cock face fucking me. I concentrated on the feeling of his plump penis stroking my cunt walls. It thumped away at my g-spot, taking the delicious pressure building there higher and higher. Since we weren’t playing the dom/sub game any longer, I came hard without their permission. My pussy squeezed his penis with all it might.
They came on my ass and splattered spunk all over my face. I licked the sweet cum from my lips and sagged against the spanking bench, catching my breath and enjoying the ecstatic fog that wrapped around my mind, around my whole body. And as I came down from this orgasmic bliss, I wondered what lesson Lenny and I could plan next to top this one.
***
Cherry’s First Gang Bang
8 Months Later
It was the first day of summer reading break, and I’d decided to spend it in bed, watching my old wrestling DVDs. Lost in sweet nostalgia with sweaty, muscled men was the only place I wanted to be right now. Once upon a time I’d had the whole collection on battered VHS tapes, but one Christmas my father bought me the set on disc, before my tapes conked out. I’d watched them until my now dead machine nearly ate the thin, magnetic strip within.
Lenny had headed out for the day to order more stock for the store and to meet with one of our suppliers. The guy was giving us a bit of a runaround on some dildo shipments, trying to overcharge us, and Lenny figured it was time to wrangle with him face to face.
Just as The Juggernaut pounded Jim “Big Man” Davies into the mat via a fierce choke slam, I heard Lenny walking up the hall. He spoke loudly to himself, and he appeared to be cursing our supplier out as he did so.
He knocked on my door, but didn’t wait for me to say, “Come in” before it swung wide and he stalked over the threshold, all scowls and huffed breath.
“You’re back early,” I said, turning the volume down on the match as he plopped himself beside me on the bed.
“I told that bastard to shove his stock where the sun doesn’t shine.” He grabbed some extra pillows I had piled on the quilt and got comfy. “We’ll go with Tank’s Love Train from now on. We’ve never had a problem with their deliveries before.”
I nodded, then focused back on the match. We’d already agreed on this modus operandi before he left for the powwow. “Sounds good to me. Like we said, if he’s gonna dick us around, we’ll just kiss him goodbye.”
Lenny nodded then frowned as he focused on the TV. “What are you watching, Cherry Logan?”
I laughed at his faux hoighty toighty tone. “What does it look like? Wrestling.”
He chuckled, gave me a curious look, glanced back at the screen. “You? Wrestling? I never pictured you as the sort of girl who watched this stuff.”
I gave him a sideways glance, wondering what he meant by that exactly. “What’ve you got against wrestling?”
He held his hands up. “Oh, nothing in the least. Some of my best friends are wrestlers.” When I cast him a glare, in case he was being sarcastic, he added, “No seriously, I know some guys in the EWL.”
“Really?” I perked up at this, sitting so I now face him on the bed. “I don’t follow it like I used to, but I just loved the EWL as a kid.”
He gave a wide smile, looked me up and down. “And here I always thought, when it came to men, you’d be all about business suits and $500 haircuts.”
I scoffed, playfully swatted his arm. “I’ve slept with you, haven’t I?”
“Good point.”
“Besides.” I shrugged. “A lot of the guys I go to school with are all about appearances, wealth, and filling the mainstream quota. No offense to them, but that’s just not my scene.”
“But I thought that was what you’re about?”
I shot him a
scathing look, and he held up his hands in defense. “I mean wealth, you’re all about wealth. I wasn’t implying you’re completely shallow. And they can’t all be like that.”
I lightly slapped him in the head with a pillow. “Look who’s calling who shallow. And they’re just not my type then, all right?”
A Cheshire grin curled his lips. “Face it. You’ve just got a secret lust for bad boys.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure, yeah, that’s it.”
“Well, seems I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.” His smile turned lecherous, and he cuddled closer under the covers with me.
“Does that turn you on?” I giggled. “What doesn’t turn you on?”
“You exaggerate my cad-like behavior, Madame.” He rolled his eyes, then went serious. “But I’m genuinely curious. How did this love of wrestlers start?”
“It started as a love of wrestling. The lusting after wrestlers part came with puberty.”
“Of course.”
This time, I ignored the hint of sarcasm in his voice. “It used to be a tradition of sorts with my parents. You know they traveled a lot with their jobs in the financial world. Worked long hours when they were home. So, when they were around, somehow we got to watching wrestling together on Saturday afternoons. I think Dad stumbled across me watching it alone one day, and he and Mom just joined in.”
Lenny laughed. “I can’t picture your parents watching wrestling.”
“That’s because you and Alan were rarely around when they were home. You never saw that side of them. You two only came around when I was home alone, and then you made a huge mess with your crazy parties.”
He shook a finger at me. “Hey, hey. I always cleaned up after those parties. I never left the mess for you. And I made Alan clean up, also.”
“Yes, I’ll give you that. You may be an oversexed fiend, but you’ve always been a clean one.”
“Thank you.” He exaggerated his nod then pointed to the TV. “So this became a bonding thing for you?”
“Yeah, you could call it that. I’ve got good memories of those times.” I smiled, felt a sadness spread out from my chest. “Every now and again, Mom and Dad would take me to a live wrestling event in the city. For my 16th birthday, they took me to Wrestling Extravaganza No. 10.”
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