by Red Phoenix
Uncertain I’ve heard her correctly, I repeat it. “Rhythm, did you say?”
“Yes, my parents are musicians. They thought it was cute.”
Even though it’s irrational, I’m suddenly worried that her parents may have run in the same social circles as my father. However remote the possibility, if I can keep the attention focused on her, it won’t have to become a topic of discussion.
I smile, telling her, “I find your name charming.”
She blushes. “So, what’s your name?”
“I just go by Davis.”
“Really?” she asks, sounding as if she doesn’t believe me.
Anderson smacks me on the back. “He thinks it gives him an edge with girls.”
Rhythm looks at me with a flirtatious grin. “You might have something there. Makes you seem mysterious.”
Anderson shakes his head and mutters in disbelief, “And you say I’m incorrigible…”
Rhythm gets out her camera and asks us to stand with our backs to the ocean. Anderson rubs the top of my head, and I elbow him, brushing my hair back into place before I elbow him again.
“You two act more like brothers than friends,” Rhythm giggles.
“Living in a dorm with this guy is no easy feat,” I tell her.
“I think it’s the other way around, buddy,” he laughs.
Anderson throws his arm around my shoulder as she takes the picture and whispers, “Tell me this isn’t better than books.”
When Rhythm is satisfied with the shot, she tells us, “When I get it developed, I’ll be sure to make extra copies for you guys.”
“And I’ll be sure to give you my address, darlin’,” Anderson answers with a seductive grin. “I’ll want something to remind my friend here about this day.”
I know he plans to lord this over me for the rest of the year—so be it.
“Would you two like to eat here or at the beach house?” she asks, holding up her basket temptingly.
Anderson raises his eyebrows. “You have a beach house, darlin’?”
“It’s my parents. I take care of it whenever they travel on business.”
“By all means,” he answers with a charming grin, “let’s go to the beach house.”
“I was hoping you would say that!”
As we walk down the public path between the ocean and the row of expensive homes, I notice each one is unique, speaking to the owner’s personal aesthetics.
Rhythm informs us, “We call this The Strand. It’s the place to see and be seen.”
“I can understand why you like it here,” Anderson says, stopping at a large home covered in ornate carvings. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
I feel differently as I look at the houses and see the people partying inside. I like my privacy too much to be on display like that, but I have to admit the distinctive houses are interesting, and their view of the ocean is enviable.
Rhythm leads us to a two-story, Spanish-inspired home with a rose garden and waterfall in the small front yard. She opens the gate and invites us to join her. As we walk inside, I can feel the eyes of strangers on me as they slowly stroll past, and I suspect they are jealous.
When Rhythm opens the door, I walk inside behind Anderson. He whistles in appreciation once we step inside. “This is one mighty fine pad you have here, darlin’.”
“Eh,” she replies. “I’ve grown up with it, so it fails to impress me. But I’m glad you like it.” She then turns to me. “What about you, Davis? What do you think?”
“I agree it’s impressive. However, I find you far more compelling.”
“Oh…you’re quite the charmer,” she purrs.
“What do you have in that basket of yours, beautiful?” Anderson asks, looking at it hungrily.
She actually blushes when she opens it for him.
He looks inside and then breaks out in a grin. “I’m one hundred percent with you on this.”
I’m surprised by his reaction and have to look myself. Peeking in the basket, I see she has a variety pack of condoms and a bottle of chocolate sauce. “Ah…”
She looks at me expectantly. I have never done a threesome and am not even sure how to proceed. I look to Anderson, who has a lustful glint in his eyes, and wonder if he has experience in this area.
Regardless, I’m game.
In answer to her unspoken question, I lean down and kiss her on the lips. Rhythm lets out a soft sigh as I pull away.
My cock is now fully invested.
“Give me a minute to freshen up,” she says, grinning at both of us as she climbs the stairs, disappearing into a room upstairs.
As soon as she shuts the door, I ask Anderson, “You do this kind of thing often?”
“Are you kidding? This is something I’ve only ever dreamed about. You?”
“First time.”
He chuckles. “So what’s our plan of action?”
“We keep to opposites ends. I have no desire to get to know you intimately, no offense.”
“None taken. I have no interest in that pasty white body of yours.”
I take a deep breath as I hear her humming upstairs. “We’re really going to do this…”
Anderson gives me a punch in the arm. “Fuck yeah, we are.”
Ten minutes later, Rhythm has yet to return, so I start exploring the main floor. The house faces the ocean with a spectacular view. I can’t imagine how much the place must cost. Still, there is a constant stream of people walking by, which I find disconcerting, so I go farther into the house, where I find a study. The walls of the room are covered in photos.
It’s obvious that her parents are not only famous, but have traveled the world, playing at different venues. I look at each photo, trying to determine where it was taken. Having traveled with my father when I was young, I’m familiar with many of the places I see in the photos.
I suck in my breath when I come across one with my father standing next to her parents. The picture was taken at a time when he was happy—when we were all happy. His candid smile stabs at my heart. He doesn’t know what’s coming…
I jump when Rhythm sneaks up behind me. Turning around, I see she’s dressed in a simple silk robe, but her face and hair is done up like a professional model’s.
“Quite the transformation,” I comment.
She strikes a pose, pouting her lips sexily. “I figured I would go all out for you two.”
What I keep to myself is that I preferred her casual look. However, knowing the effort she’s put into her makeup, I see no reason to mention it.
Pointing to the picture, she says, “That one was taken somewhere in Europe. It was a huge event my parents did for charity, I think.”
“It seems your parents travel a lot,” I say, purposely moving away from the photo. The fear of being exposed is nothing compared to the unexpected stab of pain I feel, seeing my father’s smiling face.
Anderson enters the study and looks at all the photos on the walls. “Wow, when you said your parents were musicians, I had no idea they were so famous. You’re a celebrity, Rhythm.”
“Celebrity by proxy is not the same. Not by a long shot,” she tells him. “Everyone expected me to follow in their footsteps, especially with a name like Rhythm.” She sighs. “It’s been a curse, really. While I appreciate listening to beautiful music, I have zero interest in creating it.”
“What are you interested in?” I ask her.
“I want to be a model, but the idea of that horrifies my parents.”
“That’s got to be rough, going against your parents’ wishes,” Anderson says, his voice tinged with sympathy.
“It is, but I’m not letting it stop me. I’m here, selling tourist crap on the beach, until my big break happens.” She smiles at me coyly. “So, what are your future aspirations, Davis?”
“I plan to graduate a year early so I can start a successful company and become financially independent.”
“Admirable. I wish you lots and lots of success.” She tur
ns to Anderson. “And you?”
He only chuckles. “I haven’t decided yet. But, like you, I’m not interested in following in my parents’ footsteps.”
“What do they do?”
“They’re cattle ranchers in Colorado. My parents work damn hard, but I want more than what they have—struggling year to year, their survival dependent on the price of beef. No, I want my income to always match my level of output.” He shrugs. “I just haven’t decided what that looks like yet.”
“Whatever you decide, you’ll look good doing it,” she tells him with a seductive grin. There’s no denying Rhythm is hot with her pointed nipples pressing against that thin silk robe…
The atmosphere in the room becomes charged with sexual tension, but Anderson and I are unsure about how to proceed.
A problem solver by nature, I ask her, “Rhythm, can you get me your camera? I’d like to get a couple shots of you.”
Her eyes light up at the suggestion.
We follow her into the main room and I ask Anderson to shut the curtains. What we are about to do is X-rated. We can’t afford to be seen.
With the camera in hand, I start directing her, setting her in poses I find artistic but erotic. I tell Anderson to suggest a few himself, and Rhythm eats up the attention, eager to make our every vision of her a reality.
That’s when I introduce the real reason I asked for the camera. “Anderson, why don’t you join her? Hold her against you…”
He gives me a nod of approval and strides over to Rhythm, taking her in his arms.
“Now, bend her over the couch and lift her robe up so we can get a sensual peek at her hot, little ass.”
Anderson repositions her robe so it shows off her pink thong, which beautifully accents the roundness of her firm ass.
“Look back at me, Rhythm.”
She lifts her head up and turns toward me, smiling seductively.
“Damn you’re hot, darlin’,” Anderson tells her.
Her smile widens. Glancing at Anderson’s crotch area, she can’t help but notice the sizable hard-on growing in his swim trunks. Her eyes then drift between my legs and she bites her lip. “Why don’t you put that camera down and you two boys join me on this couch?”
Rhythm grabs the chocolate sauce from her basket and lies back, drizzling it over her breasts. Anderson and I look at each other and smile as we sit down on either side of her.
Careful to leave each other plenty of room so we don’t touch, the two of us descend on those delectable breasts, licking and sucking the chocolate off her until she’s completely clean. Then we begin the real business of sucking and caressing her sexy tits.
Rhythm squirms and moans in pleasure, running her hands through our hair. “Oh, fuck yeah, oh fucking yeah…”
I seek out her lips, almost losing control when I hear her passionate moan as my tongue slips into her mouth. I’m turned on at the prospect of the two of us taking Rhythm at the same time because it’s outside the realm of anything I’ve ever tried before.
As I continue to kiss her, I watch Anderson roll her hard nipple between his fingers. She reaches down and starts rubbing her hand against my swim trunks, teasing my cock. I’m so close to coming that my shaft is already dripping with precum.
I pull back and let Anderson kiss her while I tug lightly on her nipples before taking one into my mouth. I watch as her hand sneaks down to his swim trunks, but then she suddenly freezes.
Rhythm breaks the kiss, pulling on Anderson’s trucks to get a look at his cock. For the first time, I see Anderson in all his glory. He hasn’t been exaggerating about the size. It’s massive.
Rhythm’s eyes grow wide as she stares at his huge shaft. “Oh, my God…” she murmurs, trying to wrap her hand around it. “It’s so big.”
“All the better to please you with…” he growls, kissing her again.
I reach down between Rhythm’s legs. A moan escapes her lips as I slide my finger under her thong. She twists her waist toward me and opens her legs wider to give me access.
Her shaved pussy has large outer lips that remind me of the soft petals of a flower. I start playing with her clit, coating her pussy with her own juices as she holds Anderson’s large shaft tight in her grasp.
“Suck me,” Anderson whispers hoarsely.
I sit back to watch as Rhythm tries to encase the large head of his shaft with her lips. His girth proves challenging, but her determination to take him deep is a turn-on for me. In response to her dedication, I slip my finger back into her, matching the rhythm of her mouth traveling up and down his cock.
Her pussy gets wetter as I begin to explore her slick folds, searching for her G-spot. When I finally find it, her body shudders with excitement. I take my time, however, building up her climax as I try to regain control over my own libido.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” she cries against Anderson’s cock when I get her past the point of no return. As her pussy starts contracting around my finger and she orgasms, I look up at Anderson and smile.
I enjoy a woman who comes easily.
Anderson readjusts Rhythm’s position, pulling her over the arm of the couch so her back is arched. He gets down on the floor and spreads her legs wide. “You have fun with Davis while I eat you for lunch.”
Rhythm purrs with excitement as I slip off my trunks and rejoin her on the couch. I hold my breath as she grasps my shaft, willing myself not to lose control because I’m so damn close.
“I must say, Mr. Davis, that is one beautiful cock you have there.” She kisses the head of my shaft before wrapping her lips around it. I can’t prevent the groan that escapes my lips.
“Oh, yeah, that’s fucking hot,” Anderson growls lustfully from between her legs. “Show me just how deep you can take him.”
His head disappears between her thighs and Rhythm begins whimpering excitedly as he goes down on her.
Pushing me deeper into her throat, Rhythm starts popping up and down on my shaft.
“Oh, fuck…” I groan again, as her throat tightens around my already sensitive cock. I grab onto her head to guide her movements, wanting to slow her down.
The change in tempo not only helps me regain control, but it also enhances my enjoyment of her fellatio skills.
Rhythm suddenly stops and her body becomes rigid as she climaxes. “Oh, Brad…that tongue…that tongue!”
Rhythm eagerly grasps my cock again, sucking it enthusiastically as Anderson teases her clit. Apparently, he knows his way around a woman’s pussy, because it doesn’t take long for her to start moaning passionately on my cock again, her thighs trembling as he hits the perfect spot.
I can think of nothing I want more than to sink my shaft deep into her quivering pussy, so I turn her around so she’s on all fours and move into position behind her. Grabbing a condom from her basket, I roll it onto my cock while Anderson stands up.
Rhythm props her arms on the couch so his shaft is level with her mouth, then smiles up at him as she grasps his huge rod in her hands.
Anderson fists her hair as he guides her lips onto his cock. I watch Rhythm take that massive shaft into her mouth while I slowly penetrate her wet pussy.
She fills the room with her passionate moans.
I find the visual of her bobbing up and down his shaft incredibly erotic as I start to thrust into her. I give into the sensation, thoroughly embracing the kinkiness of what we are doing.
Two guys fucking one girl…I never imagined I’d be doing such a thing.
I start to pound her harder, liking the way her ass bounces with each thrust. Grabbing her buttocks, I thrust even deeper. Her pussy is so tight, I can feel her swollen G-spot. Taking advantage of that, I stroke it at just the right angle. It doesn’t take long before she’s screaming, begging me not to stop.
The moment her pussy starts pulsing with yet another orgasm, I climax, thrusting into her hard and fast.
“Suck me until I come,” Anderson groans huskily. Even though her whole body is trembling from he
r multiple orgasms, Rhythm eagerly refocuses her attention on his cock. Unable to take all of him in her mouth, she uses her hand to stimulate his shaft while she concentrates on sucking the head of his cock.
It isn’t long before his lusty grunts of satisfaction fill the air, and I watch as he comes in her mouth. Rhythm swallows it hungrily, licking up his remaining come after his climax is over.
Anderson collapses onto the couch next to us, sighing with contentment.
Rhythm turns her head toward him, wiping her lips. “Damn, I love having a big juicy cock for lunch.”
He caresses her cheek. “And I definitely love watching you eat it, beautiful.”
I say nothing as I watch the two, feeling completely satisfied in a way I never have before.
Anderson looks at me. “What are you thinking over there, Davis?”
I’m not about to admit what’s really going through my head because I would never hear the end of it from him.
But, the truth is, this is way better than books…
The Invitation
Despite the good times we’ve had on the beach, when finals hit, I seclude myself in my dorm room to ensure I earn the exemplary grades I need to move ahead next year.
Anderson can’t believe I’ve slipped back into my old ways and insists I’m moving in the wrong direction.
“I’m just suggesting one night on the town. You’ve been cooped up here for weeks now. Missing one night of study isn’t going to make or break you. I swear I see mushrooms growing out your butt.”
I give him an irritated look. “If you were serious about college, you’d be cramming for that Physics class. You do realize you aren’t going to magically pass that class?”
“Look, you promised you’d go out again, and it’s been nearly three weeks. Rather than study harder, give that brain of yours a rest.”
“No,” I answer harshly, ending the discussion.
“It that really how this is going down?” he asks.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Then you leave me no other choice.”
Anderson leaves the room in a huff, but I don’t care. With him out all night, at least I won’t be bothered. I slip on my headphones and get back to work.