by Krista Wolf
Nobody watched us. Nobody cared. We were just three people caught up in the moment, enjoying each other, having a fantastic time. We took turns kissing her, nobody batted an eye. Even when our hands strayed downward to cup her beautifully-rounded ass, not a single partygoer seemed to notice.
Song after song played, and with each one the three of us grew bolder. Lauren became the aggressor, kissing us now. Turning around and grinding herself backwards, ass-first. Running each of our growing bulges unapologetically up and down, through the valley between her two tight, velvet-covered globes.
At one point I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw her up against one of the big square columns, pinning her hands over her head so I could kiss her properly. She responded by thrusting her tongue into my mouth… grabbing me by the sides of my face and kissing me back with such need, such hunger, I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and take her straight to the nearest bed.
Instead we settled on retreating to the roof, where things were a little quieter.
“This one is special,” Brody had told me, on the way to her hotel. “I almost wish she weren’t leaving tomorrow. That we’d caught her at the beginning of her week, instead of the end.”
“Why?” I’d asked, though I already knew the answer. “Do you really think we’d have taken things further?”
We’d wanted a second date with this woman before we’d even been done with the first. That much went without saying. And while it was hard, we stayed true to our rule that she had to initiate things. To see us again, she had to be the one to ask for it. And damn, we were never so thrilled when she had.
But no, what Brody had been talking about tonight was a third date. About seeing someone more than twice…
Which we’d never, ever done.
How would that even work?
When we’d started the whole thing with the flyers, it had been to fulfill a need. We’d shared a girl in our early college days a few times, and found out that we both loved it.
No… loved it wasn’t strong enough. We’d thrived on it. That would be a better way to put it. We loved the thrill of the chase, the breaking down of barriers. The look in a woman’s eye as she experiences two guys for the first time, taking her together, doing things to her body that had never been done.
That look changed, person to person. For some it was pure abject lust. For others, it was more a sense of awe and wonder. With Lauren though…
With Lauren it had been all those things and more. She’d had an overwhelming sense of need, sure, but there was also this intense, deep-seeded desire. She wanted us, and in more ways than one.
We more than explored our physical connections — the chemistry between the three of us was beyond hot. But beyond the physical, there was an emotional connection there too. A comfort level that hadn’t been there with the others. Something that made us wants to stay with her. To spend every minute she had left in Vegas with her…
“She thrives on it, man,” Brody had insisted to me. “Just like we do. I know she’s never done it before, but it’s like… like…”
“Like she was made for us,” I’d finished for him, with a little laugh.
Brody had nodded solemnly. And I noticed he wasn’t laughing. He was in deep — so deep he confessed he’d almost asked her to lunch, even. And if I were being honest, I couldn’t even blame him. I understood fully.
She thrives on it, just like we do.
Our little system had been designed perfectly to avoid such attachments. We dealt only with tourists, never with the locals. Women who flew into Vegas for a week or so of fun, and who flew out with the unique experience of having had us both. There were no third dates. Ever. Never any time for feelings to develop…
I thought about these things as we settled into a cozy little seating area. Tao’s rooftop lounge was busy, but the noise of the dance floor reduced to a background hum. The glowing blue pool in the center was surrounded by tables and couches, lit by candles and flanked by standing arches draped with silk. The place was made even more breathtakingly beautiful when you considered the entire thing was open to the star-filled, desert sky.
“You getting hungry?” Brody asked our guest.
I watched her shift her weight for the umpteenth time. It was fun watching her squirm each time she sat down, trying to adjust the position of the sex toy we’d put inside her.
“Hungry for what?” Lauren asked slyly.
“For whatever comes next,” said Brody.
She shrugged her pretty bare shoulders. “I said I’d do what you wanted, didn’t I? You’re the boss.”
I had to admire her bravado. She was certainly playing the game, and playing it well. But it was time to ramp things up a notch.
“Wanna get out of here then?” I asked Brody. “Show her the place?”
He tipped his drink back for a minute and stared at the sky. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Sounds about right.”
I extended a hand. Lauren took it, smiling demurely.
“Do you really have to go home tomorrow?” I asked, leading us away, into the night.
“If I want to keep my job,” she giggled. “Then probably, yes.”
Twenty-Three
LAUREN
The place they brought me to next was clear across the city. All the way in downtown Vegas, where the art district was teeming with a wide variety of colorful people.
I was absolutely famished. Maybe even in the beginning phases of starvation. Our latest cab let us out in a crowded square, and three blocks later we found ourselves still walking.
“Where in the world are you taking me?”
Corey would tell me nothing. Brody only smiled. Nervousness set in, battling it out with my all-consuming hunger for control of my rumbling stomach. Every restaurant we passed was pure torture. Every delicious smell floating along in the still night air seemed to waft my way.
Finally we stopped at some run-down old place, which was half-bar, half-lounge. It was all charm though, as I was instantly drawn to it. Especially since I could smell french fries.
“What do you think of this place?” asked Corey.
“I totally love it.”
He raised an eyebrow in surprise, but Brody elbowed him. “She loves it because she’s starving,” he laughed at his friend. “She’d love a KFC if you lead her into one right now.”
We wound our way through a sparse crowd, the guys leading me along by both my hands. We ended up crammed into a little booth, at the back end of the lounge. Brody took one side of me, Corey the other. It reminded me sharply of our first meeting at the Lily.
Almost immediately, an older man we hadn’t seen showed up with drinks we hadn’t ordered. Both my lovers stood to greet him warmly, with a hug and a handshake, and I knew right away this was ‘their place’.
“Lauren, this is Floyd,” Brody said, by way of introduction. “Floyd, meet Lauren.”
I stood to shake the smiling man’s hand, but he quickly shooed me back into my seat. Instead he leaned in and kissed me on both cheeks, like an Italian uncle, or something out of the Godfather.
“Easy, Floyd,” joked Corey. “She’s ours.”
“Bah!” Floyd laughed, beneath his greying mustaches. “As if the two of you could handle a girl this beautiful!”
Corey’s hand had already found my knee under the table. He slid it a few inches up my thigh and squeezed at the joke.
“Don’t go telling us what we can and can’t handle, old man,” he grinned broadly. “You’ve already got yourself a wife, remember? Now bring us the usual.”
Shooing him with both hands this time, Floyd disappeared back in the direction he came. We were left on our own in the darkened corner, nursing our drinks. Settling in, so to speak, as the guys edged ever closer to my body on either side.
Damn…
I was feeling the tingle already. A spreading warmth, triggered by the scent of their skin, and the heat of their thighs against mine. It was like my body remembered them. Like it could recal
l every last pleasure they’d given me… the growing wetness between my legs betraying just how desperately eager I was, for more of the same.
We were alone in the shadows, away from the crowds. Three smiling, happy people sipping their drinks… while two hands crawled their way up my leg from either side.
God…
I lay back to enjoy it, savoring the feel of being flanked by these two tall, breathtakingly gorgeous men. I felt wonderfully surrounded. Totally dominated. I quivered beneath the electric touch of ten probing fingertips. Shuddered with pleasure at the warmth of their palms, sliding upward beneath my dress. Dragging along the insides of my thighs…
Brody’s other arm swung upward, and something flipped through the air. It landed on the table with a loud ‘clack’, as he deftly covered it with his hand.
“Heads or tails?”
What the—
“Tails,” Corey announced, without hesitation.
My one lover removed his hand. My other lover smiled as a quarter was revealed, face-down.
“Come with me,” said Corey.
As he stood and led me from the booth, my eyes stayed on Brody. He was smirking wryly, slipping the quarter back into his pocket. But I could see envy in his eyes. Envy and… mischief.
I was pulled into a back hallway. Through a swinging door. The bright lights of a restroom had me squinting for a moment, and then suddenly I realized where we were.
A men’s room!
Corey pulled me wordlessly past a bank of sinks. Past a man washing his hands. He looked up into the mirror, just as the water automatically stopped. Our eyes met in the reflection…
I could only imagine what he was thinking as Corey ushered me into the last stall.
“OH!”
All the breath left my body as he pulled me against him, kissing me savagely. Our lips writhed. Our tongues dueled. The moment the door latched behind us his hands were roaming my body, dipping below the hem of my dress, to roll it all the way up to my hips…
Clutching me hard, his fingers probed their way past my wetness. I gasped as they plunged inside me from behind, sliding alongside the string of balls already embedded there…
“Oh my God, Corey…”
A door opened and closed, somewhere in the background. Either the guy washing up was leaving, or someone else had come in.
Either way I found that I didn’t care. All I could focus on was my lover’s fingers, plunging wetly in and out of me. His kisses, trailing down my neck as I heard the familiar jingle of a belt buckle…
“Corey, I—”
Just as quickly his hands slipped to my shoulders. I felt a gentle pressure, firm but insistent…
And suddenly I was sinking downward, until I was face to face with Corey’s warm, swollen cock.
Twenty-Four
LAUREN
I rocked back on my heels, squatting rather than kneeling. Gripping Corey’s naked ass for leverage, as I took him all the way down my throat. It was incredibly hot, blowing him in the men’s room stall. Knowing that someone could be listening. That any number of people could just walk right in, and realize something was definitely going on.
“You love this, don’t you?”
He was talking normally. Not even whispering. It was alarming but it turned me on at the same time.
“I said—”
“Yes,” I moaned quickly around his cock. “Oh God yes.”
The balls inside me shifted again, causing me to gasp and nearly gag. They felt amazing at times. Overwhelming at others. I wanted to touch myself very badly, to push the balls deeper into my pussy as I thumbed my own clit. But I had other things going on. Other priorities.
Get him off.
I started sucking Corey harder, faster. Pumping him with one hand while clenching his ass with the other. Reaching down with the tips of my fingernails, to gently tease at his scrotum.
“Like that,” he groaned. “Just like that…”
I heard the door again. Voices this time, talking low, laughing and making small talk. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was bringing my lover off in my mouth, feeling him throb and pulse as he shot his warm come, straight down my throat. We’d emerge from the stall, smoothing our clothes. My hair all disheveled. My lips plump and swollen, still wet from—
“Get up.”
The words surprised me. He was so close! Almost there..
I defied him and kept sucking.
“I said GET UP.”
Again, the words echoed beyond our little stall. Heart pounding, I rose to my feet. He bent a little, until we were face to face, mouth to mouth. My hand was still on his wet cock, stroking it, pulling it through one very wet fist…
I felt a tug on my waistband, and we looked down together. Corey was rolling my panties down. Just a little… maybe six or eight inches down my thighs. He left them there, totally exposed. The thin swatch of white fabric looking lacy and cute, all drenched and open.
Before I knew it, Corey was shoving my hand away and pulling me against him. His cock stood out straight and proud from his body, piercing the valley between my legs, sliding through the warm furrow below my pussy, just barely penetrating the outer lips.
“Don’t move,” he warned, although I could feel my entire body shivering all over.
Slowly, methodically, he fucked the warmth and wetness of my thigh gap. Penetrated the little triangle formed by shoving my legs together with two strong hands. We kissed some more as he did it, our mouths as hungry as our bodies were for each other.
It was totally crazy. But so totally, totally hot.
“Keep your legs together,” Corey ordered, as one hand slid to my ass. He began clutching me harder. Pulling me more tightly against him with each deep, powerful stroke. I could feel him swelling, growing even bigger between my thighs. His breath was getting ragged now. Shorter. Faster.
“Fuck…”
I thought he’d bend his knees at the penultimate moment, and shove himself inside. Blast off in my pussy, filling it with his cream.
Instead he did the opposite.
Corey pulled back at the last possible second, sliding one hand to the underside of his cock. Then he stoked himself to orgasm, pumping jet after jet of his thick, hot cream… directly into the swath of fabric stretched rightly between my thighs.
Oh. My. God.
His whole body tensed as he came, his forearm tightening around his clenched fist. My panties were a puddle of come now. The entire triangle of the thong, totally filled with everything he had.
“Fuck…” Corey grunted, finishing up. He gave his cock one final squeeze, resulting in a single drop of pearlescent come still clinging to to the tip of one finger. Then our eyes met…
And he pushed that finger right into my mouth.
Holy shit…
I continued staring at him as I licked his finger clean. Never looked away, even as he pulled my panties back up around my waist, being sure to secure the straps of my thong high up at my hips.
When the come-filled triangle of lacy fabric came into contact with my throbbing pussy, I just about gushed on my own.
“There,” Core said, his voice finally broken. He patted the ‘V’ between my legs. “That’s more like it.”
I was numb as he led me from the bathroom. Somehow everyone had finished, everyone had left. No one even batted an eye as we made our way back to our table, where Brody — and a small array of steaming plates — awaited us.
“Have fun?” Brody asked slyly, as I slid back into the booth. I moved to cuddle against him. Slipped my hand lovingly into his.
I nodded, shooting a sideways glance in Corey’s direction. “Yes.”
“I’m glad,” replied Brody, his face lit with a strange new excitement. “But it’s not nearly as much fun as you’re going to have,” he said smugly. “Starting right… about…”
He thumbed a button on something that looked like a remote car starter, only smaller.
“Now.”
CLICK.
My stomach dropped. My whole body jolted. I jumped so hard my knees slammed into the underside of the table, as my pussy was suddenly throbbing with all new heat, and warmth.
The balls inside me were vibrating.
Twenty-Five
LAUREN
My eyes crossed. My legs too. The thrumming was coming from deep inside me, producing a steady vibration that spread pleasantly outward, against my already-swollen clit.
“Hmmm…” Corey mused, his face split with a wicked smile. “Think she likes it?”
“Not sure,” Brody answered. “This is the lowest setting though, so we can always—”
My arm shot out and grabbed his wrist. “What? No!”
“Okay, okay,” he laughed, putting his hands up. “I’m kidding…”
I tried half-heartedly to take the remote, but he pulled away. I could only sit back numbly, to enjoy the vibrations.
“Relax,” Brody told me reassuringly. “You’re gonna have fun with this.”
I was already aroused by what we’d done in the men’s room, but this took things to all new levels. My panties were still warm and soaked through, and now my whole pussy was humming against them.
“Oh my God…” I breathed.
“Don’t fight it,” Corey whispered huskily into my ear. “Go with it. Try crossing your legs, and—”
I was already way ahead of him. By crossing my legs and bearing down, I could almost direct the vibrations to where I wanted them. And where I wanted them was the tender, sensitive area, just north of my clit…
Oh…
I could feel pulses now. Intermittent high-to-low oscillations, as Brody changed the setting.
Oh wow…
My body went limp. My head lolled back against the cushioned booth, as everything else in the place was relegated to a low, background noise.
Corey’s hand slid up my dress again. He cupped me firmly, applying three fingers of firm pressure right where I needed it most. He pushed down, against the vibrations, even as I clenched my ass, thrusting my hips up…