“Get over yourself. No one cares. Now come fuck us.” Then, in an undoubtedly failed attempt to be sexy, I walk away, back to Julian, sashaying my hips from side to side.
I wiggle my ass, which I know is halfway out of my dress, as I lower myself to the floor in front of Julian. My knees hit the hard wood, and I swear I can hear Tristan cringe at the noise, but I don’t care. I’ve got my hands on Julian’s thighs, tugging his pants and boxers down past his knees, and he is quick to help me. I cup his balls, firm and heavy, with one hand and push his legs farther apart with the other, so I can nestle between them.
The little burst of power that came from telling Tristan off sends a fresh rush of desire directly to my groin. I never knew being bossy could be a turn-on.
I take the tip of Julian’s dick in my mouth. His skin is soft and just a little salty. My intention to be slow and seductive is soon overcome by hunger for his little gasps and arching hips. With a deliberate twist I slide his cock all the way to the back of my throat. It takes me a few times, but pretty soon I find a rhythm that doesn’t trigger my gag reflex.
Julian’s little gasps grow into steady pants, driving me on. His fingers wind into my hair, pulling it into a ponytail. With it out of the way, I push my own boundaries, forcing his cock deeper into my throat than I knew was possible.
Behind me I don’t hear the door opening and closing. Although it’s hard to be sure over the music, I’m pretty sure I do hear the lock clicking into place. The very idea that Tristan couldn’t help himself, that he couldn’t walk away, sends a fresh wave of hot juices into my panties.
I suck Julian’s cock in deeper, stretching my tongue as far down the base as it will go, using my fingers to tease the delicate skin between his shaft and balls. I keep my face there as long as I can, sucking and licking, and only coming up the bare minimum of air before plunging back down. I want him to come in my mouth. I want to feel his legs shake. I want to give him something they’ll both want again, because, it turns out, I want this to happen again, after tonight.
Footsteps.
I don’t stop what I’m doing but I feel legs come to stand on either side of mine. I feel that another body is now positioned only inches away from me. Julian’s fingers loosen on my hair, but my hair does not fall. New fingers weave through it. I push my head up into them, then plunge back down onto Julian’s cock. This is good, this is—
“Oooww!” I am yanked up, up, up off of Julian’s cock. Tristan stands above me, pulling my head away.
“You’re pretty good, but let me show you how he really likes it.”
I bite my swollen bottom lip and move out of his way, very, very turned on by the idea of watching that.
Tristan sinks onto his knees and lifts Julian’s balls with his palm. He opens his mouth wide, but he doesn’t go for the head. He presses his tongue flat against the skin between penis and testicles. With just the littlest drag of his whole head upward, Julian arches his back, pressing his cock against Tristan’s face, and moans, “Oh gaaahd.”
I slowly crawl closer, wanting to see more. I perch on the bed next to Julian, so I can get a view from above. Tristan is repeating the same hard, small licks at the base of Julian’s cock, making them just a little longer every time. Each time his tongue comes up I wait for it to grab the tip of Julian’s cock, but it doesn’t. It seems like it never will.
I slip my fingers into my underwear and rub myself slowly. I have to do something to keep my urges at bay. I’m so turned on that it’s hard to stop myself from jumping onto that cock and riding it until I’ve come seven ways to Sunday…but if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to watch Tristan’s expert tongue at work, and I am really enjoying watching it.
“God,” Julian repeats, his hands clutching the blankets beneath us. His gasping lips, still swollen from our long, slow make-out session give me an idea.
I move back and slide my panties off, then roll over onto my stomach and crawl around the bed until I am behind Julian’s head. I slip one knee on either side of his face, so close that his curls tickle my thighs as I lower my pussy onto his mouth. His tongue instantly reaches up to greet my lips. I groan in satisfaction as my juices seep into his mouth and I watch his pre-cum slowly trickle down and land on Tristan’s nose.
Tristan opens his eyes and looks right into mine. Even in the dark I can see his pupils dilate with desire. Our eyes locked, I move my hands up my thighs, to my belly, pushing my dress up as I go, removing it slowly, keeping rhythm with Tristian’s licks up Julian’s cock.
Julian’s tongue is inside of me, his nose brushing my asshole, and whatever spot he’s focusing on right now is a very, very good spot. If I let myself give in to the pleasure though, then I won’t have the strength in my legs to keep myself perched over his face and I’m not ready for this part to end. So I focus on Tristan’s eyes, his tongue, and the dick I want to see him sucking, rather than just teasing.
I pull my dress over my head and toss it aside. Other than my bra, I am completely naked. Tristan’s eyes shift to my breasts and I know he wants the bra gone too.
“Put his cock in the back of your throat,” whispers a me that I have never before met.
Tristan doesn’t do as I say right away. So I make no move to take off my bra. Instead I run my hands over my rib cage and cup my own breasts, squeezing them until they are nearly pouring over, but not quite enough to reveal nipple. Secretly, I hope he’s taking notes on my squeezing techniques for our future encounters.
“Take off your bra,” Tristan mumbles.
“Put his cock in the back of your throat,” I repeat.
His eyes hold mine again, but this time when he raises his head, his lips fully cover the tip of Julian’s cock. His long pretty lashes fall over his dangerously entrancing eyes. I watch his head quickly find a practiced rhythm, bobbing up and down, shimmering like nearly-white silk in the moonlight.
Beneath me Julian’s ministrations lose all their deliberateness, their control, and transform into gluttonous laps and sucks. I am commanding Tristan while riding Julian’s lustful tongue. I feel powerful, which, it turns out, is so much more of a turn-on than just feeling pretty. A primal moan of satisfaction, physical and otherwise, rises up from deep inside of me as if to declare this.
I take my bra off.
“Shhhh!” Tristan hisses. I open my eyes, only closed for a second, to find that Tristan has now stood up, and he too is climbing onto the bed, over Julian.
He picks me up off Julian’s face, hooks his elbow around my knee, and lowers me onto the bed, fast and deliberate. He’s on top of me and the hand that isn’t on my knee quickly finds the middle ground between my jaw and neck, not choking me, but applying enough pressure to heighten my senses. His lips are at my ear and he whispers, “Be as bossy as you want, but don’t make any noise.”
Before I can respond, his tongue invades my mouth and I am so fucking horny that I wrap my legs around his waist and press my pelvis into his, actually desperate for dick for the first time in my life.
He doesn’t give it to me though. The fucking bastard, he’s going to make me ask for it.
I break out of the kiss and he instantly latches onto my neck, sucking and biting. His hand leaves my legs and travels to my breasts; he grabs them just right—the right place, squeezing at the right angle with the right firmness. He was taking notes.
I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the moans that want to come out and buck my hips up, rubbing my pelvis against his very, very hard cock, which is pressed between us. He groans into my neck and quickly reclaims my mouth. I bite his bottom lip. I bite it so hard that a second later I actually taste blood, sweet and metallic. I suck hard at it, and move my hips around more, even faster, determined to drive him into me.
I reach down between our bodies and grab the head of his penis, then trace it down to the base. I try to pull him into me but he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, breaking our kiss. His intense eyes bore into mine, shimmering like liquid
metal. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice breathy and lustful. “Be bossy.”
“I want you inside of me. I want you to go as deep as you can and then I want you to hold still until I tell you to move.”
His lips curve upward. His fingers move between us now. He takes his cock as I let go, and then, with one quick hard thrust, he plunges into me, just like I told him to.
I gasp—no matter how turned on and wet I am, Tristan is big, thick, and a lot to accommodate. Luckily his mouth is already back on mine to muffle my noises and he actually does as I said—he holds still. My muscles throb and pulse around his cock, adapting to it. He groans into my mouth and soon I am gyrating and thrusting and dangerously close to bringing myself to orgasm—and he still hasn’t moved. He’s waiting for me to tell him what to do. The rush of power floods me again and I break our kiss, prepared to use it.
“Suck my nipples,” I whisper.
Without a word, without pulling out of me at all, he arches his back, curls his head in, and captures my nipple between his teeth with exactly the right amount of pressure, sending a whole new kind of pleasure coursing through me. Slowly he sucks the soft, sensitive flesh of my areola deeper into his mouth. I bite my bottom lip and thrust up harder and faster, but not quite fast enough to come—I want to draw it out.
I watch Julian get to his knees and bury his face in Tristan’s ass. I feel Tristan’s teeth loosen their seal on my nipple for just a second when he groans. I can’t see it, but I can imagine what Julian must be doing—rimming his ass. Yet Tristan holds still inside of me. I never would have believed such a spoiled asshat could have so much self-control.
I lower my hips just a little, sliding slowly up Tristan’s cock, learning things about both my body and his from the slow, delectable sensation. My pelvic muscles clench and unclench, creating and feeding the throbbing, hungry heat devouring me. I could come, but I hold back. This is such a new experience of sex for me, knowing that I could come but feeling like I don’t need to desperately grab the orgasm before its tiny window of possibility goes away.
“You’re cruel.” Tristan groans quietly, releasing my well sucked nipple only to capture the next. Still he does not thrust or gyrate or do anything. I am so impressed and so horny that I am just about to tell him to move when Julian stands up.
He bends over and grabs his discarded pants off the floor, digs around in his pockets, and pulls out the little bottle of lube he had on him in the philosophy lounge. In the moonlight I watch him squirt some into his palm and rub his hands together before spreading it over his cock. He steps back toward Tristan and whacks the top of Tristan’s ass with his dick, teasing the asshole a little more….
“Wait,” I whisper. Tristan groans in frustration and bucks into me just a little. Julian looks at me, continuing to slap Tristan’s ass with his dick, but not putting it in. “I…” I bite my bottom lip; for the very first time since any of this started, I actually feel shy. I need more vodka. “I…”
“Yes?” Julian whispers, his lip curving up at the corner, his eyes twinkling mischievously. I think he knows what I’m trying to say.
“I want to be in the middle,” I utter.
“Are you sure?” Julian asks, ever logical.
I nod. Tristan lets go of my nipple. His fingers land on my rib cage, and his hands slip under my back on both sides. He rolls to the side, pulling me with him, so I’m on top now.
The knowledge of what is about to happen has jolted me back to sobriety. I don’t feel in control anymore. I feel nervous and virginal. But I do want it. I want to know what this feels like.
As if he somehow knows consciousness has jumped from my body to my head, Tristan thrusts up into me and rotates his hips, gyrating slowly, not letting my body forget the pleasure it was enveloped in before. His fingers weave into my hair and although I’m hiding my face in the space between his neck and shoulder, I can hear him smirk when he whispers, “Bookish little Mia Winters…who would have thought?”
Julian’s hands land gently on the small of my back. His fingers run up my spine, then his palms, warm, firm, and slick with lube, press flat and glide over my sides, to my hips. I feel his hard dick brush my ass cheeks. One of his hands leaves me.
The next thing I feel is a dull thud. He’s thumped his dick on top of my tailbone, just like I watched him do to Tristan. I can feel his balls and thighs press against me, and his hands go again to my back. He rubs little circles up and down, up and down the edges of my curves, easing my muscles back into a relaxed state.
I feel kisses on my shoulder blades, then one hand moving my hair aside. Julian’s chin hits my shoulder and Tristan’s neck twists to meet it. They kiss each other, hard but slow. My nervousness slips from the forefront of my brain, replaced by arousal as I watch, from the corner of my eye, their lips pull and suck at each other’s.
The base of Julian’s cock is rubbing up against my anus as his hands run up and down my back. Tristan’s come to join them. I lose track of whose fingers are whose as the throbbing between my legs starts to build again, and the instinct to grind takes over.
I rock back and forth, just enough to generate friction. My clit is already swollen and the pressure of Tristan’s pubic bone and the tickles from his pubic hair promise that more than one type of orgasm is waiting for me. His hips thrust up to match my rhythm, and soon our pace increases.
The unexpectedly glorious feeling of Julian’s cock rubbing against my ass, stimulating those very sensitive nerve endings, intensifies with our speed. It makes me weak and achy for more. I reach behind me and grab one of his wrists, half pushing, half pulling him downward. He catches the drift.
Both his hands slide their way over my hips and onto my ass cheeks. He takes one in each hand and stretches them apart. A tingle goes up my spine as air hits the virgin flesh he’s just exposed. Slowly he worms his thumbs right to the center of my ass. The arousing pressure of his thighs and his cock vanishes, leaving me instantly bereft until seconds later I feel Julian’s warm hot tongue.
“Gaahhh—” I moan. Tristan thrusts his tongue into my mouth, cutting me off. I’ve forgotten to be quiet again, but right now I don’t give a damn.
Tristan grips my hips, forcing me to slow down. When we do Julian spreads my ass cheeks even farther apart, and goes from merely licking the outside of my hole to penetrating it with his tongue. It is the most bizarre sensation, yet somehow completely familiar, and after a few seconds, during which my body goes completely rigid and then relaxes again, I am actually whimpering with pleasure.
Julian expertly wiggles his tongue around. Inside of me it feels huge and even sharp at the tip, but just dull enough that it massages rather than pokes. I can feel that he’s curling it upward, and as I regain awareness of the rhythm Tristan has never quite let stop, the indescribable sensation of his curling circles pulses down my legs and back up into my engorged clit, turning me into a puddle of desperation and want.
Tristan again adjusts the rhythm of his thrusts, slow enough for Julian to move with him and fast enough for me to soon be panting. I let my head down onto his shoulder. Up and down, in and out, around, around, rock, grind, toes curl, ankles flex, the tension between my legs goes from high to extreme. I hear myself gasping and moaning and I’m writhing between these two men, possessed. I’m going to—
Abruptly, the amazing sensation of Julian’s tongue in my ass goes away. Tristan’s hands are immediately on my ass, and he thrusts harder and faster. I wanted to come with Julian’s tongue in me, but I’m so close I don’t think I can stop it. I don’t think anything can stop it. Just a few more—
“Don’t let her come until I’m inside of her,” Julian seductively instructs, and Tristan instantly stops his thrusts.
I buck in protest. I am frenzied for release, but Tristan’s hands on my ass hold me down on top of him. He is so firm that I can hardly move—Fuck.
His fingers spread across my ass the way Julian’s did, opening me. After how amazing Julian
’s tongue felt, the idea of having his dick inside my ass arouses my body even more. My brain is strangely silent now. I feel the soft tip of Julian’s cock graze my ass and then…
“Don’t scream,” Tristan whispers.
Before I can process what he means, his hands leave my ass, one lands on the back of my head, forcing my mouth onto the other, which has cupped it tight. Within a fraction of a second, Julian thrusts. I hear his balls smack Tristan’s, and then I scream, or grunt, or something in between. I don’t know and I don’t care. That fucking hurt.
Tristan removes his hand from my mouth and instantly pulls my lips down to his. He kisses me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth. His hands quickly travel to my breasts. He is fast and lusty, but I can sense some awareness, some sort of attentiveness in his motions that I never could before. I realize he is doing this to distract me from the pain.
Thankfully, Julian doesn’t move at all, although he does release a long, low groan. Julian isn’t quite as wide as Tristan, thank God, but he is longer. If he were any longer he’d be inside my intestines.
With goading twists and turns of his tongue coming one after the other, Tristan seems to redistribute awareness of my body to regions beyond my throbbing ass. When he pinches my nipples hard, so hard that I ordinarily would hate it, that pain actually helps to mitigate the pain of my ass being stretched wide by Julian’s cock.
Slowly, I relax into the feeling of being, well, stuffed. It makes me sound like a turkey, but there is no other way to describe having two hard cocks inside of me.
Tristan rolls his hips under me. His cock pushes ever so lightly up and around, teasing me, and I swear it touches Julian’s through my walls, which feel so thin and delicate. Tristan’s rolling hip movements gradually turn into bouncing. Julian does not move, but he does wrap his fingers around my hips to hold me firmly in place, while Tristan slowly builds speed.
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