Butterflies

  "Well," Mike said, "She had hard nips because she is so sensitive there. If you two suck on a tit each, I reckon she won't be able to do anything but climax. She won't even need those fingers, Tim."

  The sensations deep in my belly soared and I was close to out-and-out panic, "Mike! Guys! No... please?"

  I couldn't help but watch in horrified, excited amazement as their two heads descended. A tongue, Tim's, caressed my left nipple and my right was drawn between Simon's moist lips. I started to make a mewling sound, desperate to control myself, but then both mouths - the mouths of two near strangers - were around my hard nipples, hands pawing at them and at my naked butt, another hand slipping along my soaking slit before pinching and rubbing the rock hard nub of my clit.

  I had no choice then. "Oh, fuckkkk!"

  "You're climaxing, aren't you, baby?" Mike asked, as if there was any doubt.

  "Yes! Fucking yes, yes, yes!"

  "Good baby. Now tell us all, do you want my cock in you now? Would you like to be fucked?"

  I couldn't help myself now, couldn't control the lustful beast deep in my belly, "Yes!"

  "Say it again, baby. Do you want to be fucked now?"

  I lost the last vestiges of control altogether, "Yes, yes! I want to be fucked! I want cock now!"

  "I wonder how long we can keep you climaxing for, huh? Want to find out?"

  My climax was stupendous and going on and on - a cock would send it into the stratosphere, "I want!"

  "Want cock?"

  "Yes! Fuck me now!"

  "It might need more than one of us - do you care, baby?

  "Oh god!"

  "Tell you what," Mike gasped, unzipping his trousers, "I'm telling you now. I'm only the first!"

  I tried to shake my head, tried to say no. But when I heard the other two zippers opening, my orgasm rocketed. I fell back against the sofa and slid to the floor, the mouths over my rigid nipples returning in a second. The two guests shuffled to my sides as Mike descended on me and I raised my hips, begging to be fucked right then and there.

  Mike entered me with a single practiced thrust and I screamed my delight so loudly that I was probably heard in the next town. His movements were fast and furious right from the start and pinned beneath the three of them I just let go. He became faster then and growled his own delight as he began to spurt inside me. I was assailed with a climactic spasm every time he pumped, but when he said "More?" I didn't, couldn't, think before I said yes.

  I felt him slide out of me then realised that my Mike was pulling Simon away from my tit and towards my legs. At that moment I finally realised what the intention really meant, and I screamed in pleasure and denial.

  I tried to struggle away, slither backwards, but Mike pinned my shoulders down and Tim kept up the orgasmic sucking at my breast. I mentally cast the bin in which the safe word resided over the edge of a very tall cliff. A tiny part of me knew this shouldn't be happening, but that part didn't get a look in as my legs parted wider and I felt Simon's rigid cock press against my wetness. I made one last effort to pull away, but Mike's hands tightened on my shoulders and the shudders coursing through my belly together rendered me helpless. With a howl, my labia parted, and Simon's cock slipped inside me.

  He began to fuck me then and my own body reacted with a passion that shocked me and secretly delighted me. I found myself telling Simon to 'fuck me hard' to make 'getting his thick cock in me worthwhile'. I started yelling at him to fill me with his cum...

  Within a couple of minutes, he did just that and his seed, his alien seed, filled me. The pulsing of my own climax thundered loud enough for him to hear, but I was lost by that point.

  "Come on then," I hissed at Tim, "I guess you want your cock in my pretty cunt, right?"

  He swapped places with Simon in a matter of seconds and I felt a heavy weight press against my sopping wet pussy. I looked down as much as Mike's hands and now Simon's head allowed. Tim was between my thighs, his cock in his hands as he teased the tip of it along my slit. It was the biggest cock I'd seen in the flesh and I spread my legs wider still.

  "Fuck me then, fuck me now!"

  "Yeah," Mike was hard again, I could see, "Fuck my baby!"

  Tim pushed and I screamed with joy as that enormous dick slid centimetre by centimetre into my welcoming, tight heat.

  "This is it!" I was screaming now, "Oh fucking hell, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

  Tim's movements sped up instantly and he started to pound me senseless. My tits were in eager mouths which were sucking hard, nipping and pulling, but right inside me I could feel that enormous cock seeming to swell. My climax had been coming in waves for minutes now but as Tim's speed increased, as his balls slapped against my thighs and butt, as he started to swear and writhe, a sensation came over me which was as wild as it was intense.

  My joy spiralled upwards and somehow outwards. It was so intense that it started to scare me but I was out of control - hadn't been in control of anything for ages. "Give it to me! Fill my cunt!"

  The word was alien to me, not one I had ever used before - but just then it was right. And not just for me.

  Tim drove all of his weight into one massive thrust that truly filled my tight wetness, that pushed me backwards a few inches despite me being pinned by the other two guys. With a thunderous roar, Tim let loose, his cum pulsing so deep inside me. To my shock, horror and delight my own climax morphed into something even bigger than it had already been, something that seemed alive. It grabbed every neurone in my tissue and fired in the most intense, ecstatic way. Trapped, naked, then sucked and fucked by all of the guys, the greater part of my mind wailed in a joy that I had never experienced before. With a final scream of unadulterated delight, I bucked against the enormous cock buried inside me, and pushed my naked tits hard into the faces of the other two guys. My ears were singing, my eyes filled with stars, my mind a psychedelic maelstrom. Consciousness deserted me.

  *!*

  Mike tells me that I was out cold for a few minutes and I woke to find the three men sitting on the sofa and armchairs, chatting quietly. I raised my head and then struggled into a sitting position. I might have been through the climax to end all climaxes, but my mind was all too aware of what had happened, and I looked down, unsurprised to see that I was only wearing the dark hold-ups. The so-called 'daring' dress was lying discarded close by and I pulled it to me, suddenly in need of some cover.

  It was, unsurprisingly to me, Simon who spotted that I was awake first but I didn't meet his eye. When the dress was more or less on, I rose and crossed to Mike. I could see immediately that he didn't know whether I was going to slap his face or scream at him, but a single shrug from me seemed to relax him. He offered me a hug and I sat beside him on the arm of the soft chair, letting him put his arm around me, my own hands firmly in my lap.

  To be fair, I hadn't known myself how I was going to react. Somehow, my control had been lost and that seemed to take things out of my hands - whatever happened had not been by my outright choosing, no matter how hard I asked to be fucked, and so I felt no guilt. With no guilt, came no embarrassment, and now I could look squarely at our guests feeling nothing but a curious satisfaction.

  I won't tell you all that was said or discussed during the rest of what became a long evening because there were simply too many compliments thrown my way. There were other comments that were close to apology, as well, and I was left feeling that everyone understood that I had been taken to places I'd both never been before, nor ever considered. My guilt-free status was strengthened.

  After Tim and Simon had, somewhat reluctantly, left, Mike spent a while telling me how much he respected me, despite everything. He didn't need to tell me that nothing had been planned, although he did, but more interestingly he did admit that my reactions to his, at first, tentative controlling behaviour had spurred him to take things further and further - I had apparently been enjoying things more and more.

  I agreed - lying was pointless after all the evidence
that had been accumulated that night. And we also agreed that we had discovered something completely new and unexpected about ourselves.

  We didn't make any plans for the future, though. That came later. Later that weekend, in fact.

  When I ordered the whip…

  Teaser No. 1 – The New Me

  Chapter 1

  I blame the wine. Well, a girl has to have something to blame, especially when she can't find a someone to press the guilt trip on.

  Looking back, it's hard to believe that I had no clue, no hint, that I could find such intense pleasure from such a thing. Thirty years of life, and not the slightest indication or intimation that that sort of behaviour could morph my personality from ‘shy and retiring’ to ‘party animal’. Well, some sort of animal, anyway.

  Hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I just wanted to start by pointing out that the Jessica that everyone knew back then was... well, not exactly innocent, but certainly nothing like the Jessie that so many people know today. I was the sort of girl that was happy with my man, happy that for three-and-a-half weeks of every month I could normally find a way to get my satisfaction – behind the closed doors of the little house we shared, and without involving anyone else, or anything other than the occasional finger. Normally, it would be a shared experience with Mikey, but if that wasn't a solution open to me, then it would be a lonesome experience, and I even considered that a little daring if it included a photo of Mikey or very, very occasionally, a DVD of Johnny Depp (stop laughing!).

  I was content. I was satisfied with my life – our lives. I thought I'd reached where I wanted to be, domestically... sexually, even. I knew that adventurousness was followed by some, but they were other people, and it was nothing to do with me – held no sway over my life in any way, and nor did it offer any temptation whatsoever.

  Even looking back now with a wealth of hindsight and knowledge, I'm not really sure what changed everything, or what kick-started the process. If anyone or anything is to blame – or to take credit, more to the point – then I guess I would have to point to that heat-wave last summer...

  We were planning a meal for Mikey's friend Lucas, who was due to be starting a new job five thousand miles away the following week. It was nothing too special, but a nice send-off kind of thing; a Saturday night of good food, a few beers (or wines, in my case) and lots of laughs. That was the plan, anyway.

  An hour or so before Lucas was due to arrive, Mikey found me in our bedroom, the wardrobe door wide open and me – dressed in just lightweight cotton panties – muttering about the weather.

  "Cute look, Jess. What's all the grumbling about?" Mikey's arms encircled me, his hands slipping up my stomach and coming to rest over my small (but perfectly formed – it's my story, I can exaggerate all I want) breasts.

  I pushed his hands away. "All the grumbling is about what to wear tonight. It's too damned hot for most of the stuff I've got."

  Mikey reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a bright yellow sundress, strapless and short in a 'for-the-beach' kind of way. "This doesn't look too heavy."

  "Yeah, right," I snorted, "As long as you don't mind showing off quite that much of your girlfriend. Hardly appropriate with Lucas due here." I'd already given the delicate dress a few longing glances, rejecting it on the grounds of modesty.

  Mikey's next words had a strange affect. "I don't mind at all."

  That was it. That was all it took. From calm and slightly frustrated at the lack of choices open to me, I felt a surge of something that I couldn't even identify at first. It took the return of Mikey's hands to my breasts for me to realise what it was I was experiencing. A rush. Of arousal.

  This was beyond anything in my experience to that point in time and I admit it – it flustered me in a way that no one who knew good ol' calm, cool, collected Jessica would have recognised.

  "I... you... what...? I mean, um, ha, ha... nice joke, buster."

  Mikey pulled me closer, "Well, well," his hands squeezed lightly, bringing forth a badly-masked moan from my lips, "My little Jess is all flustered..." His thumbs brushed across unmistakably rigid nipples, "In fact, I'd go as far as to say that my little Jess is all aroused, thinking of herself in that little dress. Thinking of herself being watched in that little dress."

  "No way, buster," I managed, "You're mistaking me for-"

  Mikey's right hand slid down my belly, and effortlessly under the waistband of my panties, a practised finger locating my warmth and wetness in an instant, silencing my protests, "Oh, Jess... Is my little princess getting all warm at the thought of allowing someone else to see just how damned sexy she really is?"

  "Mikey..." I tried for another protest, but my body was over-ruling my admittedly fevered brain.

  "My sweet, sexy, Jess..." His fingers probed deeper, and more accurately, "You really are turned on, aren't you? And that, my princess, drives me wild."

  His left hand swept down my body, snagging the waistband of my panties and tugging them down my legs in a swift, sweet motion. Bared for my man, I tried one last time to protest, "Mikey... Lucas will be here in less than an hour!"

  My guy span me around and in the same motion, somehow contrived to pull his t-shirt over his head. With the smile of the wonderful, marvellous devil that he is, his shorts joined the smattering of discarded clothes and I sank back onto the bed under his expert guidance, my legs scissoring around his waist as he entered me with a soft, eager grunt.

  "An hour, huh, princess? Well I guess I'd better not hang around..."

  I let out an involuntary moan, "You'd better not hang around for any reason at all."

  "As it happens, I won't... but I have to say that the thought of lasting an hour... being caught by Luke..."

  "Mikey!" I gasped, desperately trying to disguise my reaction – the upward, hungry thrust of my hips, the surge of moisture at my groin.

  "Oh, angel!" Mikey's smile would have made a wolf proud, "That thought really got to you, didn't it?"

  My eyes were wide, I know – fear of my mind, or rather my body, giving away how I had begun to feel, causing me to gape. "I... I'm not..."

  Mikey thrust harder and my body reacted, thrusting back, moans escaping me. "Jess? Princess?"

  I bit my lip but couldn't stop myself replying, "Okay. Okay, buster – you got me. Pretend away."

  It was our codeword for 'let's fantasise' – just a game but at that sort of time, almost serious. Mikey nodded, then shook his head. "Not this time, princess."

  "Wh... what?" I was gasping for breath.

  "I don't need to fantasise about Luke walking in on us now. I know how you'd react." His pace increased and my eyes widened even further as I realised my climax was close. Mikey laughed as he grunted, "Wow, my oh-so-slow little angel really is turned on by the idea, isn't she?"

  "Just... just fantasy."

  "Wear the dress, princess."

  The apparent change of subject confused me for a second. "What?"

  "When Lucas gets here tonight – wear the dress for me, for us. Say you will?"

  Mikey's thrusts were amazingly increasing in pace and even depth. When I realised the thought was turning him on almost as much as me, the first shiver of orgasm threatened to get me yelling. "B... but Mikey..."

  "Please, Jess, oh please, my princess."

  "M... Mikey... it.. it doesn't stay up so well..."

  He nodded, and the hunger in his eyes was replaced with a look that can only be described as ravenous, "On, princess, I know. Please?"

  The tidal wave hit me, "Oh my god… oh Mikey, oh... okay!"

  "Yes? You will?"

  "Yes, yes, yes, okay? Promise!"

  Mikey gasped, "Oh fuck! Oh princess!!

  From first waves to full orgasm took me no more than a couple of seconds, and when Mikey's pounding culminated in a thrust that had the tip of his engorged member brushing my cervix, followed by the deepest most welcome spurt of heat inside me I let out what Mikey later described as a wolf-howl.

 
Mikey continued thrusting as my body spasmed under him, wave after wave of glorious release threatening to tear the muscles of my belly. As the realisation of what I had agreed to – what I had promised – to wear that skimpy, hard-to-keep-up dress while Lucas was there – as that realisation sunk home, my climax went from strength to strength, and there was nothing I could do to disguise the intensity of my feelings. Mikey kept whispering, kept reminding me that the dress could slip, that it showed so much anyway whenever I bent forward, that there was a real chance of exposing more than just cleavage, that Lucas was flying out of the country in a couple of days and would never tell anyone anyway, that Mikey himself wanted it more than anything he'd ever wanted before... as he kept whispering these things, my climax – prolonged and intense – kicked in another spurt.

  I've no idea how long it lasted, but I do know that as of that day it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. It left me gasping for breath, thirsty beyond words and most curiously of all, as if I had only taken the first step on an altogether wild road.

  When, afterwards, as we lay sweatily entwined, Mikey asked whether I would back out of my promise, I couldn't bring myself to answer vocally. I just shook my head. Any doubts I'd harboured about being so bold evaporated in an instant when, deep inside me, Mikey's cock twitched and began to stiffen.

  *!*

  There was only ten minutes to get ready in by the time we'd finished, and the trembling of my fingers didn't exactly help matters. When I'd finally managed to pull the little yellow dress on and fastened the three buttons on the bodice, it was apparent that it was even looser than I had remembered it. Mikey tugged gently at the skirt as I got up from the bed and whistled as the top slid lower, stopping only when my erect nipples halted the slide of the cotton.

  "Oh, princess! Cute and some, but I guess that's too much for demure little you, huh?"

  I glanced at my reflection in the wardrobe door mirror and felt another surge of completely unfamiliar arousal. When I turned back to Mikey to answer him, every last doubt dissipated at the sight of the nascent bulge in his hastily donned shorts. I swallowed hard, "Hey, a Jessie promise is a promise, okay? But you're gonna owe me big time."