“They’re not permanent,” El-Mudad called out through the darkness. The conservatory at Langhurst Court was an enormous indoor garden with all manner of tropical plants under a Victorian iron and glass pavilion seemingly inspired by London’s Crystal Palace. Paths wound through raised beds of various heights, and just beyond a cluster of leaves, a silver glow told us where we would find El-Mudad.
We walked around a curve and stopped just outside of a large, square trellis draped in hundreds of tiny silver LED lights. El-Mudad, clad in lounge pants made of the same blue ombre silk as our gifts, waited for us beside a large, round mattress and mounds of indigo and silver silk pillows.
A Blue Morpho butterfly landed on my shoulder.
“Oh my god!” My soul practically left my body. As my eyes adjusted, I saw more of them and more of them, perched on the light strings, the trellis, and the plants around us. Their wings opened and closed slowly, shimmering in the cool, pale glow.
“El-Mudad, this...” It took a lot to strike Neil speechless.
“Is going to be hard to top?’ El-Mudad suggested with a grin.
I was in a thruple with two men who would always compete to prove who was the most romantic. Poor, poor me.
“Seriously,” I somehow managed, watching the butterfly flit away again. “This is like...fairyland.”
“We’re starting our lives together officially.” El-Mudad sauntered toward us. “You’ve already had your wedding night. I thought we should have one, as well.”
Tears rose in my eyes. I had no idea how these men kept making everything new and unique over and over again, but damn it, they could. I’d never imagined I could feel so cherished. I’d never believed I would have the love of not just one perfect partner, but two.
El-Mudad stopped short of us. “Sophie, you look amazing. You didn’t need to go to such trouble if—“
“You already knew she would,” Neil said.
“It’s okay. You know I like getting my makeup ruined.” Though, the tone for the night hardly seemed as though things were going to get rough.
Neil took our hands, one each, and lifted them to his lips. “I am so happy that we found each other.”
“It took you long enough,” I ribbed him through my happy tears. We’d spent six years apart after our first, mind-blowing encounter. Chance had thrown us together then. But it had been destiny that had put us in each other’s lives. El-Mudad had come to us in the same way; a chance encounter that had turned out to be fate.
“Time is irrelevant when things are meant to be.” El-Mudad’s dark gaze met each of ours in turn.
He reached for me, and I took a hesitant step after a split-second pause.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, frowning slightly.
“I’m afraid I’m going to accidentally squish a butterfly,” I admitted. “Did I just ruin all the romance?”
El-Mudad laughed. “We’ll be careful.” His voice deepened. “Slow.”
A shiver raced across my skin, tightening my nipples against the agonizingly soft silk.
Neil moved to stand behind me, while El-Mudad lifted my wrist to his mouth. He placed a kiss on my pulse point, and another on my palm, just below my thumb. Neil’s hands glided down my arms, then back up to hook beneath the straps of my gown.
“I just put this on,” I whispered. The conservatory seemed far too big, too exposed, and way, way too quiet.
“Then it can stay. For now.” He cupped my breasts over the thin dress, and my nipples hardened further, undeniable beneath his palms. Heat washed down my abdomen, flooding my groin with tingles.
El-Mudad leaned in to kiss my neck. His skin was so soft.
“You shaved,” I said with a quiet laugh.
His lips brushed my ear, and he whispered, “I didn’t want to scratch you when I’m eating your pussy.”
My thighs trembled.
Neil skimmed my sides and bunched my dress in his hands, gathering it up to expose me to the waist. El-Mudad dropped to his knees in front of me, and I remembered what they’d described doing to me not so long ago.
“Lean on me,” Neil said. “I can hold you.”
I reached back and did as he said, looping my arms around his neck while El-Mudad sank to his knees in front of me. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, using his arm to open me to him. “No panties.”
“Did you doubt me?” I asked breathlessly as he picked up my other leg. He slid his strong hands under my back to support me, and there I was, completely helpless between the two of them, just as they’d wanted me to be the night of my birthday. El-Mudad kissed me softly at the top of my cleft, then slowly curled his tongue down the seam between my labia.
“We’re not playing tonight,” Neil murmured in my ear. “So I suppose we can make you come however many times you’d like.”
El-Mudad parted me with the tip of his tongue, dipping into the opening of my vagina. He lifted his head. “You’re already so wet. I want to drink every drop.”
He seemed intent on making good on his word, darting his tongue in and out of me. I grasped at him, frustrated that I couldn’t arch my back or move my hips. He licked long, curling strokes up and down between every fold, almost reaching the top of my clit before starting again on the other side. I throbbed, the hard, engorged little knot straining for contact. The wetness from his mouth and from my already dripping cunt slicked his face and my thighs, ran down onto my ass. I tipped my head back, looking up at the night sky through the glass canopy of the ceiling. I felt like the whole universe could see me, like every single star knew I was spread open and vulnerable and shamelessly loving it. When El-Mudad finally drew my clit between his lips to suck it with aching gentleness, I let out a soft, satisfied moan. He already knew just the motion to bring me over the edge, the slow, teasing glide that stacked sensation upon sensation, until my legs tightened and my body bucked between them, electric jolts of pleasure wracking my every cell.
El-Mudad carefully put me on my feet again. “Can you stand?”
I unwound my arms from Neil and pushed a curl back from my face. “I would rather get on my knees for you. For both of you.”
“Then, let’s take this off,” Neil suggested, slowly pulling down the zipper of my dress.
“But leave the shoes on?” I asked with a slow smile.
“Absolutely.” He shed his robe, slippers, and boxers, and El-Mudad stripped off his lounge pants. We stood there, stark naked in the shimmering silver lights like we were on some alien world discovering each other for the first time. It was over the top, ridiculous, decadent, and utterly magical.
“I think we might be more comfortable lying down,” Neil suggested. “It would certainly be better for your knees than the ground.”
On that, we could agree. I stumbled, dazed from languid pleasure, to the mattress with them. It was firm and comfortable, the fabric soft to the touch. Neil and El-Mudad lay together, and I knelt between them, pushing aside my nerves. The only thing that really bummed me out about our relationship was knowing that I wasn’t as good at oral as they were.
I had my pride.
Still, neither of them complained as I stroked Neil’s shaft, rolling his foreskin up and down slowly. His toe joints cracked as they curled, and I smiled to myself, leaning over to lightly brush the tip of El-Mudad’s cock with my mouth. I licked my lips, “accidentally” touching my tongue to his sensitive head, and his breath caught.
“She is a tease, isn’t she?” Neil said, laughing. He rolled onto his side, leaving me room to keep touching him but positioning himself so he could touch El-Mudad, as well. Neil’s hands roamed over El-Mudad’s chest, down his sculpted abs, to cup his balls while I continued tormenting both of their cocks.
“Do we have lube?” I asked, and El-Mudad nodded. I released them for just a second to feel around among all the pillows until I found the bottle. Water-based and flavored. He’d checked every box. I pumped some liberally into my hand and grasped Neil’s erection again. He pumped agai
nst my fist; I couldn’t actually close my fingers all the way around him, but I’d learned to adapt over the years, gripping tightly and twisting my wrist as I stroked, so that no part of him was neglected. To my surprise, he took the lube and slicked some on his first two fingers. Covering El-Mudad’s mouth with his own, Neil slowly slid those fingers into the cleft of El-Mudad’s ass. I studied their faces as they devoured each other, Neil’s relaxed in utter bliss as my hand glided up and down, El-Mudad’s eyes opening wide as Neil penetrated him with his fingers. I parted my mouth just a little and rolled my saliva-slick lips around El-Mudad’s shaft, lightly grazing him there with the edges of my teeth. I drew those back as I reached the head and gently tugged on his foreskin with my lips. His hips rose rhythmically while Neil fucked him with his fingers, and desperate beads of El-Mudad’s precum coated my lips.
“Oh, Sophie, please. Please suck me,” he begged. It was kind of refreshing since I was usually the one doing the begging.
I pretended to consider. “Okay. But only if you promise you won’t come. I want to take both of you tonight.”
Neil groaned at the thought, or at the continued attention of my hand. Either way, I was happy. “How do you want us?”
This, I actually did have to consider. We didn’t have any toys with us to help me get ready. Though sometimes, when we were playing really rough, I was fine with unexpected anal with Neil, even if I always regretted it later. But tonight we weren’t playing rough. El-Mudad was well-endowed himself, but closer to above-average than oh-my-god-get-that-thing-away-from-me. “I want you to fuck my ass, El-Mudad. Will you do that for me?”
I knew my coquettish, pleading tone would drive him wild. “Oh, yes. I will. I will fuck your ass whenever you need me to.”
“Mmm, I really, really need you to. And I want you in my pussy,” I told Neil.
“Then I suggest you stop...what you’re doing to me right now,” he gasped, his erection pulsing harder beneath my fingers. I pulled my hand away quickly, and he gritted his teeth as he held himself back from the brink. His arm stilled for a moment, but once he recovered, he resumed fingering El-Mudad’s ass with slow, strong movements. I watched the muscles of Neil’s arm flex and my mouth went dry.
“Sophie, come up here,” El-Mudad said, patting my ass. “Sit on my face. Let me taste you again.”
I did as he asked, a knee on either side of his head, and lowered myself to lay on him so that I was face-to-face with his straining cock. I took him into my mouth just as his closed over my clit and his hard flesh obstructed my moan.
Neil joined me, scooting down the mattress and darting out his tongue to lick El-Mudad’s shaft whenever I lifted my head. The next time I took El-Mudad into my throat, I swirled my tongue around him and opened wider. Neil traced my lips with his tongue and followed me up to kiss me with the head of El-Mudad’s cock between our mouths. While he bucked his hips beneath us, our tongues rolled around each other and him. We slid down either side, still trying to maintain contact with each other.
“I’m close,” he gasped, coming up for air. “I’m so close!”
“Don’t come,” I warned him sternly, and pushed Neil’s mouth away as well.
“Neil!” El-Mudad practically shouted, and with a sheepish grin, Neil withdrew his hand.
“Please do not ruin this for me,” I scolded him breathlessly, my entire being rapidly abandoning reality for the feeling of El-Mudad’s tongue plunging in and out of my cunt. I rode it like a cock, my hands on my tits to pinch my nipples and increase the sensations coursing to my clit. “If he comes, we have to wait like, a whole twenty minutes to go again.”
“Oh, I’m sure we could fill the time,” Neil said, his voice full of regret. “But if I absolutely must stop, remind me to finger you to orgasm sometime, El-Mudad. Perhaps strapped down, so you can’t touch yourself while I do it. I would love to milk every dropped from you while you begged me to stop.”
That was enough to get me there. Just imagining El-Mudad sweaty, pleading, unable to move while Neil ruined every forced orgasm, sent me over the edge, and I frantically humped El-Mudad’s face, my dripping pussy smearing my wetness from his chin to his forehead. He gripped my hips and urged me on, losing the pattern he’d been tracing around my clit to simply lap at any part of me he could reach.
When I grew a little too sensitive, I rose up on my knees again.
“I need to be fucked,” I said, my voice rasping.
El-Mudad sat up and wiped his face, then reached over the head of the mattress and produced a bottle of water. He twisted the top off and handed it to me with a wink. “Because I know you get dehydrated.”
I gave him the finger and laughed as I tilted the bottle to my lips. Once we’d all shared it, El-Mudad returned it to its place.
Neil lay on his back and patted his lap, his erection bobbing against his stomach. I actually licked my lips, it looked so damn good. It still glistened with lube, so I threw my leg over him and, spreading my labia around his length, slid experimentally back and forth on him. My highly sensitive clit, already slick from El-Mudad’s mouth and my own juices, tingled gratefully at the gentler sensation.
El-Mudad positioned himself behind me, and I heard the squirt of the lube bottle. He placed a hand at the small of my back. “Only fingers first. Don’t worry.”
“Um, have you seen the stuff I’ve taken before?” I asked. “I’m super confident in my anal abilities.”
“Don’t deny me the fun,” he said, pumping more lube directly on the opening of my ass. He entered with careful pressure, two fingers stretching away the resistance.
“I wish I could watch,” Neil groaned, tipping his head back.
“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of opportunities,” El-Mudad laughed breathlessly. “Why don’t I do this until you come again, Sophie?”
“And why don’t you make yourself come again just like this.” Neil guided my hips a slow, rolling rhythm. “Then, I’ll fuck you, too.”
There was hardly anything I loved better than being totally filled by them. That had been a secret fantasy of mine all through college, but I’d never found myself in one of those fabled wild co-ed dorm orgies that porn and urban legend had promised. Now, I could have it any time I wanted.
“I want you both to come in me tonight,” I gasped, the thought of it tightening the white-hot spiral centered in my pelvis. “Oh god, at the same time. I want you to come at the same time.”
Neil lifted his head to kiss me. El-Mudad said, “We can certainly try.”
“And if you can’t do it,” I said, feeling particularly evil and naughty, “You still have to keep going until everyone is done. I don’t care how painfully sensitive you are.”
Neil pulled his mouth away. “You’re a demon, you know.”
“I know.” It was the thing I found hottest about the times Neil fucked me while El-Mudad fucked him. Trapped in either my pussy or ass, helpless to stop the stimulation to his post-orgasmic cock, Neil would cry out and thrash and beg. He’d actually used the safeword once, and El-Mudad and I had both privately agreed that we’d made him come twice. My cunt clenched at the memory of the way Neil had tucked his head against my neck, his jaw clenched, sweat pouring from him as he had suddenly begun to thrust again, his body working against itself. He’d shouted in what had sounded like the most exquisite, tortured pleasure. He hadn’t even taken time to come down before he’d pulled out of my ass, crying, “Red!”
It was one of the rare times I’d ever heard him use the word, and his voice was seared into my memory.
I reached down and touched myself as I fantasized, the slide of my pussy over Neil’s cock making wet, obscene noises. I wanted him inside me so badly, wanted El-Mudad... My orgasm was the only delay, which made it surprisingly difficult—and enjoyable—to be patient as my already satiated body worked itself up once more. I thought about the way El-Mudad had jerked himself off onto my tits to finish when Neil had tapped out, how the heavy, hot droplets had felt landing on
my skin while I’d played with myself, my legs splayed lewdly open as Neil’s cum had trickled from my ass to pool on the sheets beneath me. I thought of how that hadn’t been the end of it for me; I’d been so fucking turned on, I’d begged El-Mudad to bring me to climax over and over until I was so exhausted I’d had to be carried to the shower, and even there I’d wanted more. It was like I’d been addicted to my orgasms. I was quickly feeling that way now.
“I’m coming!” I gasped, my release taking me by surprise. My eyes flew open, and I stared down at Neil in shock at the powerful jolts that went through me, my body almost convulsing with the intensity. “Please fuck me now. Please!”
It was a request I made of both of them, and they were swift to comply. El-Mudad hastily pumped more lube over me, scooping it up with his fingers to quickly coat me inside. The bottle sputtered, so he’d used nearly all of it on me and on his cock; when he touched the head to my opening, he slipped right inside. Neil guided himself into my cunt, and together they entered me slowly, deeply, stretching me until I was too full, ready to split apart.
Ready to be fucked.
El-Mudad reached for Neil’s hands and, threading their fingers together, pressed them into the mattress. I squirmed between them; they were both taller than me, so I felt more or less enveloped by their bodies. El-Mudad kissed me at the top of my spine, then leaned over my shoulder. Neil raised his head, and they joined their mouths with mutual groans of passion while they both carefully withdrew and thrust in again. There wasn’t much for me to do but lie between them and get fucked; there was nothing else I really wanted to do, though, so I didn’t mind. First, they moved in unison, leaving me nearly empty one moment, before gliding into me as though they were a single body. Then, as their breathing grew harder, they lost a bit of that mutual rhythm, each of them speeding up until they pounded me mercilessly.
“Don’t forget,” I warned them, breathless. “Come at the same time, or pay the price.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be possible,” Neil practically whimpered. “I beg you to reconsider.”
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