The F#ck It List: The Complete Story

by Rae Lynn Blaise

  At last, a hand dips past my thong and into my drenched and aching pussy. Fingers slide over and circle my clit before entering my slick channel, pumping in and out. Another hand joins, rubbing at my nub. My thong slips down my legs, disappearing somewhere in the room. I spread my legs wide, the heels of my feet pressed together like a prayer, and open my eyes to see the two men pleasuring me. Brennan is the one finger fucking me while Scott focuses on my clit. I groan loud at the sight of them.

  They both keep their hands on my pussy, but stretch up on either sides of me to re-latch onto my nipples with their mouths. Their heads bobbing up and down on me blocks my view of their hands, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling each thrust, each rub, each pinch.

  My body stiffens even further, my chest tightening with ragged breaths. My cunt clenches and clamps down on Brennan’s fingers as my body arches and spasms, and moans fall from my lips. They don’t let up as I cry out and writhe beneath their mouths and hands. White, gold, and indigo swirl together into a drunken looking rainbow and my ears pop from the force of the climax.

  Two smug grins greet me when I finally open my eyes. Too weak and sated to smile or laugh back, I settle for an internal snort. They sure are proud of themselves.

  Not that I have any complaints.

  Well, maybe one.

  “Why am I the only one naked?” I ask.

  “It’s hotter that way.” Scott smirks.

  Is it? Or are they not quite ready to have two hard dicks flying about in the room. Though I can’t deny the hotness of being completely bare in front of these gorgeous suited up men. Especially when they stare at me like I’m some sort of passing dream they’re terrified they’ll wake up from.

  I roll my eyes. “Sure.”

  In some sort of primal instinct, the two guys move in an almost disturbing synchronism, sliding down until they’re perched over my pussy. Brennan pinches and pulls apart my lips, holding them open for Scott to dive down and grind his mouth into my clit.

  Fuck.

  I let out a shriek as Scott performs his magic down there. He is way too fucking good at that. I’d almost forgotten. He laps at me with greed, licking up every drop of desire from my core, moaning as I soak his face with more.

  Apparently realizing Scott isn’t coming up for air any time soon voluntarily, Brennan releases my lips and nudges Scott over. Scott raises his head with a growl, causing a delicious shiver to overtake me.

  Brennan grins and brings his tongue down against me, not bothering to wait for Scott to get completely out of the way. Brennan takes soft, shallow licks, barely grazing my clit, focusing more on swirling his tongue around the edge of my hole. It feels good, but it’s nothing spectacular. For such a good kisser, he doesn’t really have a handle on oral. Maybe he usually doesn’t care about getting a woman off this way.

  Scott must be a good influence.

  Which is a thought I never expected to enter into my head.

  Scott searches my face and frowns. He seems to read my lack of enthusiasm and looks down at what Brennan’s doing. Scott rolls his eyes and shoves him back, cutting off Brennan’s offended cry with a slicing motion with his hand. He grabs my legs, and jerks me to the end of the bed so that my feet dangle almost to the floor and my ass barely remains on the mattress.

  Scott and Brennan slide off the bed and kneel between my legs, Brennan looking confused and Scott looking smug and determined.

  There is nothing hotter or sexier than seeing a man’s head between my legs. At least that’s what I believed until I had two men’s heads between my legs.

  Fuck.

  “She likes it this way, dude,” Scott says. He buries his face back into the core of my wet heat, his mouth ravaging my tender skin with nips and sucks and harsh licks.

  I prop myself up on my elbows to get a better view. My head spins as I watch these two guys kneel at my feet to worship me like a damn goddess. At least, that’s how it is in my mind.

  Scott leans back for Brennan to try again. He does a better job of it this time, but he’s still nowhere near as good as Scott. But then again, who is?

  I slump back onto the mattress, no longer able to hold myself upright. Playtime and the tutoring session is over. Now, they mean business. I toss my arms across my closed eyes, trying to stay still as tongues and fingers slide through my cunt.

  I’m unable to keep track of who is doing what as fingers pump and curl inside me and two tongues flick over my pussy. I’m pretty sure they both have fingers up me based on how stretched I feel. I hear Scott whisper to Brennan, but I’m too far gone for any of it to penetrate my hearing.

  They prop my legs on the foot-board and they reach even more of me. Scott had gotten me into the same position on that amazing night that feels so long ago. He starts doing the same things to me tonight that he did to me then. He licks me bottom to top over and over. He fucks me with his tongue. He forces me legs down and open as wide as they’ll go.

  Brennan licks my clit while Scott keeps tongue fucking me. Both of them reach up and roll and pluck at my nipples and knead at my tits.

  Fire laps across my skin and lust and desire boil through me. I’m coming undone, breaking apart into fiery ashes, swirling and floating across the room. For a moment, I forget my name, their names, where I am. I am nothing but a ball of pleasure bobbing through the air.

  They don’t stop.

  Instead, they just change positions. Scott takes over my clit and Brennan starts pushing his stiff tongue in and out of me. They move along to the beat of the bass still pumping through the floor, vibrating the bed. Will just one man ever be enough for me again? And we haven’t even fucked yet.

  Scott’s teeth graze against my swollen flesh and I gasp. Brennan’s tongue isn’t as long as Scott’s but it’s fatter, stretching me a little more. The second climax still rages through me, but as soon as Scott pulls his trick of sucking my clit hard into his mouth, I scream. I buck so hard they’re forced away from me to keep from getting kneed or kicked in the face.

  The room spins behind my closed eyes and I fight to regain my breath and senses. Fuck, that was intense.

  When things finally steady and I can breathe without hiccuping, I open move my arms and open my eyes. They stare at me, satisfaction and lust burning in their eyes.

  With a smile, I get up on my still trembling hands and knees and crawl down the bed to them. “You’re turn.” I reach out and grab the waistbands of their pants, jerking them close as I kneel at the edge of the bed. It’s low enough, the bulges in their pants are at the perfect angle.

  I tilt my head up to kiss Scott and then Brennan, tasting myself on their lips. While we kiss, I work on their belts and buttons and zippers, freeing them from the prisons of their trousers, wrapping my fingers around the bases of their cocks.

  I pull back and eye them with hunger. I lick my lips as I’m greeted by the sight of their dicks pointed at me. Scott’s is familiar and still massive. I haven’t forgotten a centimeter of him. He’s still a little on the intimidating side even though I know he fits inside me perfectly.

  Brennan is smaller. Actually a little disturbingly similar to Adam. Hopefully he knows how to use his better than Adam ever did. If not, I’m sure Scott can give him some pointers. He seems to be a pretty fast learner.

  I take Scott into my mouth first, but stroke Brennan with my hand. It doesn’t take long for Scott to take control, sliding his fingers through my hair, holding my head steady while he starts to thrust into my mouth. I love it when he fucks my mouth.

  My hand tightens on Brennan’s cock and I pump faster. They both moan low in their throats, sending shots of heat to my pussy. I pull away from Scott and he releases my head. I fondle his huge balls before wrapping my fingers around him as I plunge my mouth over Brennan.

  He stays still instead of taking control like Scott. Which I prefer since there’s no trust between us like there is with Scott. I take him all the way into my mouth with ease, flicking my tongue back and forth across the u
nderside of his cock. I rub my thumb over the tip of Scott’s in the same movement. They both moan again.

  I smile a little around the dick in my mouth.

  My jaw aching a little, I slip off of Brennan and take him back into my hand, pumping their cocks in sync. Their eyes are closed and their pelvises jerk forward with each stroke.I have two beautiful men in my control. Two beautiful cocks in my hands. I run my tongue over first Brennan’s head and then Scott’s. My pussy pulses, primed for more fun already. I tug on their dicks a little, bringing them close together, the sides of their dicks touching. Their eyes pop wide and they stare at me with surprise and questions in their expressions.

  I give them an impish smile in return and take both of them into my mouth at the same time. I can’t get much farther than just the tips, my mouth not big enough to handle them both. I’ve never done anything so hot before.

  One of them sucks in a loud breath and the other one releases a shuddering sigh. I swirl my tongue over their heads, keeping a tight hold to the bases of their cocks. I’m giddy with power and lust.

  Finally, I decide I’ve tortured them enough. I focus on Brennan first, sucking hard and bobbing fast while I continue Scott’s hand-job. It doesn’t take long for Brennan to swell and stiffen against my tongue, shooting his load into my mouth. As soon as he’s spent and I’ve swallowed it all down, I return to Scott, moving slowly, waiting for him to start fucking my face again., licking the droplets of pre-cum from the tip of him.

  It only takes half a second for Scott to oblige. He shoves into me so hard it makes me gag, but I don’t care. I take every bit of his pummeling, groaning around him. Both of his hands are in my hair, tugging at the strands, sending shots of heat down low in my belly.

  And then he gets even bigger and his familiar taste washes away the taste of Brennan, leaving only Scott in his wake.

  24

  Once they recover, my two boys hurry to strip from their clothes, leaving them in piles on the floor. Their cocks remain standing at attention, nowhere near finished with me.

  Thank fucking goodness.

  Because I’m nowhere near finished with them either. Nowhere.

  Though I have no clue how to go about this part. Am I ready to have two guys inside me at the same time? But when will I have another chance? I still really don’t think I want to give up my anal virginity to a stranger, and I have a lot of reservations about being able to handle Scott back there.

  Scott turns to Brennan. “Condoms.” I’m glad Scott remembered. I have no idea where my purse is, and I’m so swamped with lust and the still fading afterglow, I had not the slightest thought or remembrance about protection.

  Brennan jerks a nod, and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a sheath of them. He rips off two, tossing one to Scott. I still kneel in the same spot at the foot of the bed, watching them both with excitement and trepidation warring within me.

  Once they sheath themselves in latex, Scott grabs me by the backs of my thighs, and yanks me onto my back. I squeal in surprise, glaring up at him as I bounce against the mattress. He grins back at me, utterly unrepentant. He’s lucky he’s so hot and I’m so horny.

  He bends over my body and kisses me until everything spins, his hands roving up and down my ribs, grazing the sides of my breasts. He takes deep sips from my mouth, savoring my breathy moans, my whimpers, my rabid desire. His condom covered cock nudges against my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. I lift my pelvis, trying to capture him inside me, but he skitters away, chuckling low and deep. My pussy contracts in response to the sound as it reverberates through my mouth and down my body. Fuck, I want him so damn much. I want them both. However I can get them.

  I’m still resting at the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off the side. The two men return back to the same positions from earlier, standing at the foot of the bed. Scott steps forward, and grips my thighs, opening me up for him. He rams his cock deep into my waiting pussy, and everything clicks into place. There is nothing like having a huge dick inside of me. Like having his dick inside of me.

  He pumps in and out for several minutes, alternating with hard and soft strokes, bringing me right to the brink, heaving himself from me right as my breaths turn ragged and my limbs begin to stiffen. I cry out in protest, pouting at him, bucking against nothing but air, my pussy screaming out for contact, to be filled.

  Scott steps back so Brennan can take his place. Brennan enters me more slowly, easing into my channel, circling his hips in the most delicious way. Fellow knows how to make up for his lack of impressive girth. Not that he’s tiny or anything, he just looks small in comparison to Scott. Everyone looks small in comparison to Scott.

  Whatever Brennan is doing with his hips hits a sensitive place inside me, and it doesn’t take long before I’m close again.

  I hear Scott whisper, “Now.” Brennan pulls out of me leaving my poor pussy empty and aching with wanting. Again.

  I guess Scott took some notes from my encounter with the stranger. Specifically about the orgasm denials. Though, he was pretty good at those on our first night together as well. I just hadn’t really known what it was yet.

  The jerk.

  They continue like that, keeping me hovering ever on the edge until I’m a writhing mess, muttering incoherently, my head tossing back and forth, sweaty and tangled strips of hair clinging to my head and cheeks. It’s Brennan’s turn inside of me and I meet Scott’s eyes over Brennan’s shoulder. It’s hard to focus with the tendrils of lust and heat spiraling through me, but I can always find Scott’s eyes. They swirl with desire and an almost possessive and jealous darkness. Like he can’t believe he’s sharing me. Like he can’t believe he’s actually allowing this, taking part in this, watching this.

  But that can’t be right. It’s not like he’s in love with me. We’re best friends who occasionally just have a little fun in the sack together. It’s probably just disbelief his dick is so close to another one. Or maybe he’s worried this will hurt or mess up our friendship. I’m a little worried over it myself. Things have gone awkward here and there ever since this fuckit list started. It’s a worry I haven’t been able to let go of or even address directly to Scott yet. Maybe I should have just come up here alone. Maybe I should have kept him out of this.

  But keeping Scott out of any part of my life has never been part of our deal. We went way past “too much information” a long, long time ago. We know every secret, every embarrassing moment of each other’s lives. There’s no changing that or going back now.

  I’m unable to take my eyes off Scott’s bright blue ones as Brennan continues to circle inside me. I wish Scott would kiss me, touch me, something. But instead he touches me with his gaze, raking it over my body, watching my bouncing breasts, my mouth open in ecstasy, my thighs quivering with the beginnings of a climax. And I feel each place his stare grazes against me like hot coals searing into my skin.

  I drown in his eyes as the exhilaration bursts through me, as ecstasy rages through me, as glee spikes though me, as desire crashes through me in waves. His eyes bring me back to the surface, sputtering and gasping. His eyes soften in the awe-struck expression he gives me sometimes. Usually when I’m having an orgasm. You’d think I’d look like a gross, sweaty fish out of water, but the way he looks at me makes me think otherwise.

  Brennan draws himself out of me, walking over to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Scott and I finally break the stare binding us together as he follows to do the same. It leaves me feeling a little bit barren and cold.

  While I haul myself all the way onto the bed to give my legs a rest, the guys get fresh condoms, tossing them onto the comforter for later. They return to the bed, climbing on either side of me, and begin kissing and licking and stroking me.

  I reach out and return the favor—I fondle balls, grasp asses, lick nipples, stroke dicks. We morph into a ball of limbs and tongues and teeth, rolling around with each other. At one point, I’m fairly certain Scott and Brennan even tease and touch each
other a little. We’re all trapped in a haze of desperate ardor, craving touch, release, pleasure.

  Everything grows hazy until I only half realize who’s who. The only thing I can focus on is the heat spreading through me, every touch that brings me closer and closer to burning up to nothing. I hear them murmur words over my head and across and over me, but I can’t focus on it. I’m too busy feeling EVERYTHING.

  We reek of sex and booze with the lightest waft of my honeysuckle lotion. Our ragged breaths and moans rise along with the music pumping from downstairs, creating a rising melody of passion.

  Somehow I end up with my head in Scott’s lap, jolting every time he plucks at my nipples while Brennan plunges his fingers in and out of my dripping core. I look up at Scott and smile at him, hissing as he takes both of my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolls them, pulls them, stretches my tits out. I shift on his lap, restless, wanting more, needing more. It’s not enough.

  He smiles back down at me with a smug and dark crook to the corners of his mouth. “You like that, don’t you?” His voice is raspy and deep.

  I nod like a bobble-head. “Oh, yes. Very, very much.”

  “You are so fucking hot, love.”

  “So are you.” I bite my lip, before whispering, “I want you inside me.” I regret the admission a little bit as Scott’s expression changes, darkens.

  A tiny twinge of fear skitters up my spine. A delicious one.

  He leans close, his grip on my nipples growing harsher with the perfect pressure riding pleasure and pain, his breath whisper soft against my ear. “Should I make you beg for it?”

  I shiver, arching my back, a gasp hissing through my teeth. “Maybe.”

  “Or,” He sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth. “Should I make you want it even more?”

  I can’t imagine wanting his enormous cock pounding into me more than I do right now. But I’m not averse to seeing him try.