The Stagers

  Van dropped one arm and let his hand brush against her crotch. He matched the rhythm Lyle started, and she knew her orgasm was close. “Van, finger me,” she said.

  “Who’s in charge?” he asked.

  Farrin opened her eyes and looked at Van. He had a serious expression on his face, one she chose to interpret as reinforcement.

  “You’re in charge. Please finger my pussy.” She watched him openly, wondering what his reply would be. With Lyle’s lips still attached to her nipple, she so wanted the release that had been building all evening.

  “Not yet. Come for me this way.” His hand turned and cupped her crotch. “You’re hot to the touch, Farrin. I can feel your heat through the cloth.”

  “I’m so close,” she said, not caring she was pushing Lyle’s mouth harder against her breast and leaning into Van’s palm. He moved his fingers against her pussy only a few times, and she came. Lightening her grip on Lyle, he continued to lick and suck her, his touch a mere caress. “Thank you,” she managed and let Van tuck a hand under her buttocks and behind her back. Letting her weight fall against his chest, he turned and walked the few steps to the lounge area. He placed her down lightly and again retrieved their drinks. Lyle sipped from Van’s glass as they all garnered their breath.

  “Well, now that we’ve gotten the first one out of the way, shall we begin?” Van rubbed his palms together with a sly smile on his lips.

  “Anything,” she managed to whisper. Lyle seconded her words.

  “Farrin, stand up and turn your back to me.” She did as he asked, presenting her wrists behind her. His large fingers undid the knotted cord tied at her waist and used it to bind her wrists. His mouth was lightly kissing her neck, one hand holding her bonds, the other slipping around her body, moving the material over her belly and hips. The slight movement against her bare skin gave her a chill. Soon both men would know what she did.

  It never entered her mind not to trust these men. In the last months, she’d come to know them as individuals and as friends. She trusted them with her career, why not her sex life? While she would never have accepted this from any man in her past, this felt right inside. It was an experience she wanted to feel.

  “Farrin,” Van said, his fingers now rubbing directly over her junction. “What have you done, girl?” He continued to palm her, pushing harder. “Lyle, are you aware of our girl’s secret?”

  “No.” His answer was quick, and he leaned closer to her body. “What did she do?”

  The men bantered back and forth a bit, but she didn’t care. His fingers still massaged her. With her body resting against Van’s chest, his other hand rose to pinch her exposed nipple. She groaned with pleasure before she could pull it back. Van straightened behind her and held her at the waist until she steadied.

  “Let us see,” he motioned Lyle to stand beside him. Lifting the hem of her slip, he exposed her bald pussy to their view. Farrin knew her body heated with embarrassment, and it made her hot. “You’re bare, Farrin. You shaved off your beautiful pussy curls.”

  “Don’t you like it?” she asked, suddenly unsure of her impulsive decision.

  “I didn’t say that, but you neglected to get my permission.” He used his other hand to rub his index finger between her pussy lips. When he pulled it away, he wiped her moisture on her lips. Her tongue swept at it, savoring her own taste. Maintaining character, he again asked, “Did you forget to ask permission or did you do this on purpose?”

  “I did it on purpose,” she answered, holding his gaze. “How will you punish me?” She tried to hold back her smile, but it tugged at the corners of her mouth.

  “Lyle, what do you think? How should we punish her?”

  “You choose, just let me lick her before you start.” Lyle walked to the lounge chair and sat, leaning forward. Van gently directed her toward his waiting tongue. She stood tall, and gave Lyle full access to her wet pussy.

  “Man, she is so hot and wet,” he said between licks.

  “Suck on her clit until she comes,” Van told him, taking her breast in his hand and rolling her nipple between his fingers. She groaned in approval and let her head drop back on her shoulders. Farrin let her body take over and enjoy their touch. Just when she was about to orgasm, Van spoke, stopping the wonderful sensations.

  “How wet is she, Lyle?”

  “She’s almost liquid,” he answered.

  “Then lie back,” Van directed. Lyle gave her pussy one last long lick before he sat back, shifting to get his hands in a better position before lying back. “Straddle him, Farrin. Let him fuck your pussy.” Van fisted Lyle’s cock a few times, spreading the silky boxers to expose his genitals. He picked up a condom from the table top and unrolled it over Lyle.

  She did as he told her, not stopping her descent onto Lyle’s cock, now hard after licking her. Van moved behind them, and without warning, started to spank her butt.

  “Next time you want to make a change like that, you’ll ask for permission.” His hand contacted with her buttocks, the slaps and taps making her grind harder on Lyle.

  “No,” she said, knowing where her answer would lead. “It’s my body. If I want my pussy bare, I’ll shave it.”

  “But it’s my pussy now, mine to control, don’t forget that.” He spanked her a few times more. “I should spank you until your cherry red, then you’ll remember to consult me.”

  “Or me, I have a say in this, too,” Lyle chimed in.

  “Just suck my tit, Lyle,” she told him boldly. He latched on and sucked her nipple, the ripples making their way through her body to his. With each continued spank of her butt, Lyle thrust upward.

  Just when she began to wonder if taunting Van was a good idea, he moved away. “Stand up,” he helped her to rise, still straddling the lounge and Lyle. It was an awkward position, but she didn’t move. Behind her, she felt Van, his hands on her thighs. He kissed each hip, thigh, and cheek, mumbling about the glow of her skin. He lightly pushed her forward, bending her at the waist. It left her in an awkward, vulnerable position.

  Farrin drew a breath and realized the picture they made. Lyle lay almost naked under her, his hands still bound behind his back. His cock was stiff, straining through the silk material. She was standing over him, her legs spread wide, bent forward at the waist. Her hands were bound behind her too, her chemise still baring one breast. Van was behind her, and lowered himself. He began to lick her exposed pussy and ass. His tongue bathed her, taking her essence and swiping in further up, moistening her from front to back.

  “You’re hot, Farrin. Your pussy is dripping with heat. Did you play with yourself this afternoon before coming here?” She didn’t answer, and he tapped at her buttocks, reinforcing the sting. “Did you masturbate before you came here?”

  “Yes, I did, and it was wonderful. I made myself come.”

  “How?”

  “What?” She half turned to look at him.

  “Tell us how you got off. What made you come?”

  “I…”

  “Go ahead, Farrin, we both know you did it. Tell us how.”

  “Fine,” she said, with an exasperated breath. She hadn’t thought this might come up, wasn’t prepared to tell them. Van’s palms grabbed her hips, spreading her cheeks wider. His tongue slid between her cheeks, just missing the touch to her anus she needed.

  “Tell us, or I won’t let you come.”

  “I didn’t start out to play with myself. I was slathering lotion on myself, and I knew I was horny. I let my finger dip down and rub my lips. They were wet, so I sucked my finger.” She paused, but Lyle prompted her to continue.

  “Were you lying on your back or sitting on the bed?”

  “Lying on my bed. After a while, my finger wasn’t big enough, so I sucked on my dildo and pushed it in my pussy.”

  “Did you work it in and out? Did you picture you were sucking Van’s cock?” Lyle asked.

  “Yes, for a while, but it wasn’t enough.”

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  “I left it in place and…”

  “Go on, Farrin, tell us how you fucked yourself until you came all over your bald pussy.” Van continued to take long licks of her pussy and ass. His fingers pinched her stinging skin, reminding her of his spanking.

  “I left the dildo in my pussy and sucked on my finger. When it was wet, I pushed it in my ass and fingered it while the dildo was still shoved deep in my pussy. That’s how I came, my other hand pinching my nipple.”

  “Now, was that so hard to admit?” Van asked. She felt him move away, felt the difference in temperature behind her. She heard the familiar tearing of the condom package and hoped he’d fuck her.

  “That is such a hot image,” Lyle said. “I can picture you pinching your tit, a big dildo peaking from your hairless pussy lips, and your finger in your ass, pumping in and out. Did your body quake when you came?”

  “Yes, and I drifted off to sleep until the alarm woke me.”

  “But you took the toy out, right?”

  “No, I left it in. When I took it out after my nap, I sucked my own juices off it.” Never before had Farrin been so bold and vocal. But under the circumstances, why not? This was a new experience for her, and she wanted it all.

  “You had quite an afternoon, didn’t you?”

  “Not as good as this. The real thing is always better.”

  “Sit on Lyle, Farrin, and lean forward so he can suck on your tit.” She did as he asked and slowly sunk over his cock, impaling her body around him. She felt him twitch inside her as she moved to put him in just the right spot. Van moved behind her and braced his hand on her shoulder. With his other hand, he wiped his cock against her pussy, sliding against Lyle’s cock until he slid it higher. Van pushed his cock in her ass, and she braced for the ache.

  “Oh, God, yes, that’s what I need to come. Fuck me, Van. Fuck my ass while Lyle fucks my pussy.” She’d never been very verbal, but tonight she didn’t care. She wanted what she wanted.

  “I can feel the silk against my skin, front and back.”

  “How does it feel?”

  “Decadent,” she said after hesitating to find the right word. “It slides against my bare pussy and yours are brushing against my ass. It’s soft, and your cocks are so hard.”

  He began to thrust in earnest, the men matching their strokes. Lyle sucked her nipple, and Van lightly spanked her ass cheeks.

  “You should see my cock going in and out of your ass. You’re spread wide, wanting more.”

  “Yes, more,” she managed, lost in the push-pull actions her body craved. She felt Lyle come, his grunt loud. His cock surged inside her, and she felt him relax under her, although he continued to suckle her tit.

  “Van,” she said, and he gripped her hips harder. Her climax came in a flash, with pinpoint lights on the inside of her closed eye lids. It was like a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes as her body sucked Van’s cock deeper in her ass. She felt Van tense and come, her pussy tightening, triggering her release. They stayed in that position only a few moments before Van moved from behind her. He helped her to rise, using the cording holding her wrists tight to steady her. He untied the cord and handed her a glass. Before he moved away, he paused to suckle her exposed nipple for just a second before sliding the strap of her slip back on her shoulder.

  She stood, sated and somewhat embarrassed, watching him dispose of the used protection in a wastebasket beside the bar. Then he went and helped Lyle to rise. He untied his hands and tugged off the used condom that had penetrated her pussy to perfection. Van handed Lyle a glass and took the third one for himself. He took a sip and declared they needed fresh drinks. It was all so normal she started to smile, laughing openly after catching Lyle’s glance.

  “Let’s relax and recuperate a bit,” Van said, pulling out a chair at the table for her. She sat lightly, not putting too much weight on her stinging ass.

  “Are you hungry? Should we eat before the alcohol goes to our heads?”

  “I’m starved,” Lyle answered. “As long as I get seconds later.”

  “Of course, we haven’t even used the blindfolds yet.” His smile let her know he had a plan, and she decided to follow along. So far, she wasn’t disappointed.

  “Food then sex,” she chimed in.

  * * * *

  It was all so normal, it was surreal. Here she was, just thoroughly fucked and sucked by these two men, and they were discussing an upcoming project. Van stood beside the BBQ, turning pieces of marinated chicken as it cooked. She helped set the table and dressed the salad under Van’s direction.

  Her appetite had never been so voracious. The food tasted wonderful, and she helped herself to seconds. With her belly full, it would be easy to drift off to sleep on one of the cushioned lounge chairs.

  “Is the night over, or are we having seconds?” Lyle asked, a grin on his lips.

  “Farrin, where’s your head at, are you still horny?”

  “Actually, yes, I am. I shouldn’t be. You two made me come more tonight than ever.”

  “Don’t forget your afternoon of self delight,” Lyle added. He rose and reached for her hand. “Let’s take a quick swim and see what happens.”

  She walked with him to the poolside, glancing back to Van. He nodded and rose to join them. Lyle stripped off his boxers and dove under the water. Van stood behind her and dropped the straps of her slip, helping it to slide past her hips and to the ground. She too dove into the cool water, letting out an involuntary holler at its temperature when she rose for air. “Van, are you going to join us?” She floated on her back, the tips of her breasts puckering as they crested the water line. She watched as he dropped his boxers and licked her lips at the idea of sucking him again. He dove under and made large waves in the pool, unsteadying her and Lyle.

  * * * *

  Van wound up with the blindfold on, her and Lyle taking turns stroking and licking his body. He was sprawled on the pool deck, his legs spread wide. They shared his cock and balls, alternately sucking both. Her tongue tangled with Lyle’s and Van’s cock. Both their hands roamed Van’s body, pinching and tweaking his nipples.

  “Lyle, I want to fuck him,” she said and leaned to capture Lyle’s cock in her hand. Pumping it several times, they shared a knowing grin. He helped her to rise and lavished Van’s cock with his mouth before slipping the condom over him. Farrin lowered herself over Van and slowly let his erection fill her pussy, one inch at a time. She nodded to Lyle who came and stood beside her. She captured his erection with her hand and guided it between her lips. With each upward move of her body, she slid her teeth against Lyle’s cock, loving the surge it created. She continued, knowing she was servicing herself first, then Van and Lyle. Neither was complaining.

  “I’m close,” Lyle whispered.

  “Then come for me,” she told him and sucked him down her throat in earnest. The harder she pulled, the more he surged. He released his load with a loud groan then dropped to his knees and kissed her mouth. She was still straddling Van, who used his hands on her breasts to steady her movements. He slid one hand down to her pussy, his thumb circling her clit.

  “Come for me, Farrin, I’m close to coming.”

  “Don’t stop rubbing me,” she managed with irregular breaths. “Van, I’m so close.”

  Lyle moved behind her and grasped her hips, holding her against Van as she ground against his fingers and cock. She came when she felt Van surge in her pussy. He relaxed under her, and Lyle moved to massage her shoulders. When her breath was controlled, Lyle helped her to stand and then reached down to help Van. “I think we all earned a drink, anyone else interested?”

  “No more alcohol. I’d love a cup of coffee if it isn’t too much trouble.”

  “Van, is the pot set up?”

  “Ready as ever. Just push the button.”

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the house.

  Farrin dove under the water and swam a few laps to loosen her tired muscles before using the outdoor
shower to rinse the chlorine from her hair and skin. Lyle met her with a fluffy pool robe and draped it over her shoulders. Van ducked under the shower and tucked a towel around his waist. With hot cups of coffee in front of each of them, they resumed their conversation, this one about the impending baseball season.

  She changed into the clothes she tucked in her carryall and ran a comb through her wet hair while they finished their coffee. She had no qualms about leaving, knowing spending the night wasn’t an option. When she was put together, she draped the silk cord around Van’s neck, pausing to press a kiss to his cheek.

  “Thank you for an interesting evening.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Then she walked to Lyle and gave him the same kiss and thanks. “Do you want me to drive you home?” he inquired.

  “No, thanks. I’m fine. You two enjoy the rest of your weekend. I’m going to sleep mine away.” Farrin felt an air of authority and power as she walked to her truck and drove home. This was the most erotic night she’d ever had, would do it again, in any form, but she knew not to expect it permanently. The truth was she was enjoying the freedom. Her career was on track. She liked her condo and was beyond sexually satisfied. What more could a gal ask for?

  Once home, she stripped off her clothes and dove under the covers, letting sleep overtake her. Punching her pillow into position, she understood what would unfold naturally, no sense worrying about it now. She had two men she liked, trusted, and who fucked her with abandon. Farrin decided her move to Florida was productive in many ways.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The last few weeks had been wonderful from Van’s perspective. Work was picking up, and his personal life was beyond productive. While he’d purposely stayed away from forming relationships in the past years, Farrin had slipped in under his radar. Probably because she didn’t ask for anything except his sexual attentions. And only when he seemed so inclined to offer. Any call he received from her was always business related, and she didn’t hedge about his personal life.

  Most often, he was the one to orchestrate their private meetings. Even Lyle had noted a change in her attitude. She was becoming comfortable with both of them, openly joking and teasing when appropriate. During work hours, she remained professional. Van was enjoying his lifestyle. What more could a man ask for? The answer his mind supplied surprised him. Permanence. It was a word he always shied away from. Once a person got too close, he cut them loose, not wanting the entanglements relationships brought.