I smiled deliriously. Mick was in front of me and had a similar expression on his face. I couldn't twist my head back to see what expression was on Donny's face, but from the way his body was tensed I could tell that he was feeling as excited as the other two. I felt like a soul being carried to heaven by two angels, but I knew that everything we were going to do would not be pious at all. I was about to finally unleash my wicked side and have my innocence taken from me by these two fierce warriors, champions of the battlefield, modern gladiators. My heart was already thumping in my chest and waves of arousal began within me, as my skin tingled with anticipation. They carried me through to my bedroom where they looked at each other. I knew what they were going to do before they did it but I could not protest. I was launched into the air, my body landing with a dull thud against the mattress. It gave way to my weight and the breath flew from my lungs with exhilaration. It truly felt as though I had entered into another world and I knew that when I left that room again I would not be the same, although I doubted if I would ever want to leave that room.
Mick and Donny stood beside each other, both handsome. For a moment I was afraid they would reveal themselves to be apparitions but this was really happening and I was the most blessed girl there ever was. They looked at each other and stepped forward in unison. Their movements on the football field proved their shared a mind, why would it be any different in the bedroom? I pushed myself up with my hands so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed. A swell of nerves pulsated in the pit of my stomach but this was soon replaced with excitement and delirium. I knew that I would be safe with them, and it didn't matter that I was inexperienced because they were so aggressive in their confidence that they would take the lead and use my like a plaything, like a little toy.
Mick smirked at Donny as he reached out and pulled my top over my head. He threw it to Donny and laughed. Donny looked unimpressed. To pay him back Donny leaned down and kissed me, deeply, and somehow it was made all the more sexier by the fact that Mick was there with us, watching ,waiting for his turn. He didn't take long. As soon as there was an opening his strong hand wrapped around my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips were hard and burning and we kissed for so long that my breath was taken from me. I felt his hand tighten around my throat and this only made me wetter. I was already throbbing with desire for the both of them and my body was screaming, trying to process all the new sensations that were flooding through me.
I reached out to touch him, but Donny grabbed my hand and held it behind my back, then he took the other one and I couldn't move. I looked up at him with wide eyes but it was Mick who spoke to me.
“We tried to decide who was going to go first so we ended up flipping a coin. I won,” he said, and I watched as he pulled off his shirt and then stripped down until he was naked. His erection was impressive and it stood up, staring at me, almost challenging me with its thickness. It was intimidating but I wanted to pleasure it, wanted to take it all. Mick stepped towards me, lunging and making his penis swing playfully. It made me laugh, but then it was against my face, its heat scorching my skin, and I knew it was no laughing matter. I kissed and licked the tip before taking it into my mouth, wishing that I could touch it with my hands, struggling futilely against Donny and I could not move. I closed my eyes as I tasted the sex on Mick and never knew that it could feel this good.
But soon enough I felt Donny's grip loosen and knew that it was his turn. He quickly pulled off his clothes and was standing beside his brother. Mick's was impressive but I never thought there could be two of them. Donny's was slightly longer but less thick, however the two of them were gorgeous and I was in love. Even though my jaw was aching I fell into Donny and pleasured him with aplomb losing myself to the erotic energy that threatened to consume me. Though my eyes were closed and I was being taken into a new realm I was still aware of the two of them. Now that my hands were free I reached up and curled my fingers around the shaft, holding it in place while I sucked. My other one felt out and found Mick's erection. I stroked along the shaft. I felt the rippling veins under my fingertips. Then I brought it to my mouth and switched, covering his in my saliva, feeling the wet sucking sound as I played with Donny's erection, then I got them to stand closer and stretched my jaws so wide they threatened to break apart as I took both tips, pressing them together, but it was worth it as I felt the both of them shudder.
Then Mick grabbed my hair and pulled me down so that I was lying flat on the bed. Donny sank to his knees and began to pleasure me with his tongue. Mick's mouth was on mine, muffling my moans, and his hands were playing with my breasts, teasing my nipples, just as I had imagined. I leaned into the kisses as the sweat dripped down my face and all over my body. I felt as though I was going to explode as the passionate heat rose within me like a volcano. When I opened my eyes I was confronted with the sight of two manly hunks pleasuring me, using me, enjoying my body. Mick leaned over me and sat on me, making me choke on his erection again. My mind exploded with the pleasure that came from Donny's tongue and orgasm followed orgasm, leaving me a wreck. At one point I thought I was going to pass out as I had a cock in my mouth and juice flowing all over Donny. My hands rested on Mick's sturdy thighs, and then, like a rag doll, I was picked up.
I panted and heaved, my chest rising and falling dramatically. I'd already been given more than I knew how to deal with but there was still yet more to come. Micky held me close, my young virgin body no more difficult to hold than the football they passed between them. I was theirs, and I took great delight in that as Mick held me up while Donny got on the bed and lay down, holding his erection up. It looked so big and I wondered how I was going to take it into my tiny body as Mick lowered my down on Donny. Donny's hands came around my hips, guiding my on.
“It'll be okay,” he said, “don't worry about the pain, it will pass,” but I didn't care. I was willing to do whatever they wanted to be the girl I knew I could be, to be the little plaything that would keep them coming back for more. My eyes widened as I felt myself stretch for Donny, and my hands fell limply to his chest. His hands pushed my body back as I rode him, and the pounding made everything shake. The moans reverberated through my body and the quaking sensations made me dizzy. I knew that Mick was close too, and suddenly I felt two lips on mine in a kiss, moving down my neck while his hands roamed all over my body, which was slick with sweat and sex and everything I had inside me that came seeping out. I looked down at Donny and in that moment our eyes were connected, and I saw him smile. I smiled to, then his rhythm grew faster and harder and I could see the anguish on his face. I knew that he was close to climax and all I wanted to do was make him cum. It felt as though that was my goal in life, and when it happened his warmth filled me up, and I was almost complete.
But Mick was still there. I still had one job to do. As soon as Donny came Mick hoisted me off and like the animal he was he bent me over, pushing my face against the pillow, beside Donny. I turned to see Donny smile at me again, looking relaxed and contented, and then Mick rammed into me and almost split me in to. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as he plunged into me from behind, making my mind crack with every thrust, driving away everything I knew about myself until the ecstasy gripped him too. He roared, primal and savage, as his body tensed and convulsed, and his hands dug into my skin as he jerked wildly and released himself within me, shooting a thick jet inside.
Then he let me go and he collapsed to the bed. I was between the two of them, exactly where I belonged.
Three Perfect Students
~Bonus Story~
A Steamy College Menage & Foursome Romance
WARNING: This is one deep, dark, hard-spanking, dirty-talking and boundary-pushing read. Not intended for the faint of heart.
“You never know until you try.” Anna Dunstan is a first year college student with a rather deep and intense set of desires inside her. She lusts after three men in particular, who are all close friends, despite their different backgrounds and personalit
ies. The Jock, the Gamer and the Musician, whom she often fantasizes about. Of course, she knows her fantasy is hardly likely to become real. After all, people have issues with sharing in general, let alone making it into a circle of four. So she's happy to daydream, happy to give them discreet glances, and let her mind run rampant at night, imagining scenarios from sweet to hot and thrilling.
That's before, of course, she's caught staring by one of them during lunchtime. Caught red handed, she prepares for ridicule, to be laughed at...
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Chapter One
My teachers love giving me too much work to handle. Most students, except for the zealous and hardworking tend to ignore it, but I'm not one of those students. My family expects good grades, my friends see me as smart, and the only way to hold up that particular illusion is keep on top of everything whenever I can.
I'm in the library right now, working on my science essay, already thinking about the other essays I want to do, along with the little reward I'm going to give myself later just before I go to bed – which will either be a quick surf on Pornhub, or a quick delve into my imagination to tackle my favorite fantasies regarding three college men who seem to hit me in just the right spot.
Speaking of those college men, I bite my lip when all three of them come in at once, grabbing a seat on a table that's not so far from my spot. They take notebooks out of their bags, ready to work.
Instantly, my senses rev to high alert, and I chew on the lid of my pen as my attention to my essay dwindles, and the focus on them increases.
One is Peter Lawson. He's big, bulky and blond, exactly the kind of guy you see playing football. He always has a confident smile to his face, and not the kind that makes you want to bitch slap them into next week. Then there's Dennis Caltruck, who for all intents and purposes, is the complete opposite of Peter. He has light brown hair, dark eyes, and is slender and willowy in comparison to Peter's muscle bound form. He's wearing a Pacman shirt right now, but is laughing and joking with Peter as if there's no obvious difference between them at all. Last is George Holman. Penetrating blue eyes, black hair – he looks stunning, but he's harder to read than the others. He prefers neat clothes like pinstripe shirts and pants. He's quieter than the others in this scenario, but when he talks, they instantly listen.
All of them are inexplicably friends with one another. And all of them are handsome. Small wonder I find myself getting easily distracted by them, and allowing my imagination to run amok.
I don't have the type of dreams where I imagine each of them in different scenarios, taking them to bed one by one. I imagine them all taking me at the same time. Pretty slutty, right?
Admittedly, I'm not sure where it came from, if it can even come from anything at all – this desire to endure sex like that. For a start, I suppose, I like gangbang porn. Not the kind where they just lie there and take it, but the kind where everyone's an active participant, some giving orders, sometimes even kissing each other when they're not focusing on the female. There's not so many of those types of porn where somehow four people can seem romantic, so I tend to make them up in my head.
I'm fairly certain if I even slipped a word to these three, my life would be over. If they knew what went in my mind, that I craved them to the point where I firmly place them in the constructs of my ongoing fantasies, they would flip.
George looks over for a moment, and catches me staring. I hastily avert my eyes and try to act like I'm concentrating on my work. After a moment, he focuses back on his friends, and I exhale a sigh of relief.
I'm not doing any favors for myself like this. Either I'm going to get my essay written during the rest of my study period, or I'm going to drool incessantly over the three men I've commandeered for my best sexual fantasies.
I get up, and clang up the spiral staircase in the university library, to find a corner to hide myself in so I can get my essay done.
It's not easy, because my mind keeps drifting back to the men, sometimes leaving me half frozen in the middle of a sentence. My teacher insists on doing the essay by hand, and I find it bothersome, because everything's submitted electronically these days. Not so much with my science teacher, who likes good old fashioned pen and paper.
It's annoying to have the fantasies because I do want to maintain the image of a good girl. To have everyone think I have integrity, rather than being like one of your college sluts who gets drunk at parties and then sleeps with everyone in the room. My parents still think I'm some innocent cherub who doesn't know what sex is, even at the age of eighteen. They never mentioned it to me more than past the obligaTori sex talk, and they take my not dating as a good sign that I'm concentrating on my studies, rather than popping out babies, like they believe my best friend is going to do.
It's possible, honestly. Tori Reed is kind of a slut, though I would never say it to her face.
When I make it back home later, my mom greets me as I walk through the door.
“Hey, Anna. How was your day at college?”
“Fine,” I say. “I got a lot of studying done, but they've loaded me up. I need to get more finished tonight if I want to keep on top of things.”
“Excellent, excellent. Well, I've got you some good brain food for dinner, should help you keep up your spirits!”
“Thanks, mom,” I say, smiling at my mother. She's tied her blond hair into a severe ponytail, and her blue eyes regard me as if I'm the best model daughter she could ever ask for. She likes to refer to our family unit as the Dunstan dream. My dad's at work, but he would also act equally proud.
It's a shame I'm nothing like what they think on the inside. I may not have had sex, but I'm curious about it, and I've certainly watched enough porn and read enough stories to desensitize myself to it.
Later on, when I've eaten, studied and resisted the urge to start stroking myself, although my spare hand often rested on the top of my crotch, I finally give into the desires and take a good half hour out of my studies to picture the three men in my head. I've locked my bedroom door, and I hide under the bedcovers, following wherever my imagination takes me.
I imagine Peter overpowering me, pinning me against the wall with those huge muscles of his. I imagine being thrown onto the bed and then being stripped naked, taking in George's erection in my mouth, as Dennis licks me from between my legs, and Peter caresses my breasts. I switch them around, moving my body as well to simulate being thrust into. I imagine Peter whispering dirty words into my ear, then George inside me, then Dennis. I watch Peter and George kiss, and I'm only partway through visualizing that scene when I climax, heart beating fast, groaning quietly as the wonderful feeling ripples through me.
Shame hits me as well, once I've recovered past my amorous fog of war and my urges are satisfied. I can't help these desires, but they made it so damn hard for me to think when I want to study.
At least, though, they'll stay a fantasy. None of the men need ever find out what I really think of them.
Though I've entertained the daydream of them finding out as well, of course.
I find it better in the long run to arrest my daydreams as soon as I can and release myself, so I become less inclined to do stupid things, like stalk them, or try and snip off a lock of their hair to smell or something.
So far, it's working.
I'm just not so sure how much longer it will work for.
Chapter Two
Over the week for me, it's the same kind of routine. Attempt to pay attention in lectures. Get annoyed if the teacher is talking too fast or if they sound half asleep. Sometimes masturbate to certain salacious thoughts that make their way into my head. That sort of thing. I don't dare tell anyone about my thoughts, because I don't want them to think less of me. However, it gets to the point at times where I'm not sure how much longer I can keep the dreams to myself before I start acting out on them, and completely humiliating myself in college.
I keep assuming that Peter will be the dominant one out of the three of them, and Dennis the shy
est, though it's entirely possible I might be wrong. In the best case scenario that they're all chill with sexing it out with one another, it could be that Dennis is a demon in the sack. Could be.
Anyway, I finish up my lesson, leaving me with two hours of free study and eating. I grab a burger from the canteen, craving hard, greasy shit, and I seem to offend the thin women who are grabbing their rabbit food, and there's a few fatties who are loading their trays up with grease. I'm not exactly a dream shape myself, but I'm thin enough to be comfortable, and there's no rib poking out of my skin, so that's something.
Finishing my burger, I head off down the corridor to the music block, intending to head through the back entrance to experience the sunny day, maybe sit on a grassy knoll and catch up on the books I've been assigned to read. With the smell of freshly mown grass around me, I look forward to it. I casually glance into each door window as I pass, before grinding to a halt by Music Room 17B, when I see two very familiar figures seated in there. Dennis Caltruck and George Holman.
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