by Jane Price
Karen kneeled in between them resting her knees on her dress. She took Chad’s cock in her hand and spit on it to lubricate it. She started to stroke it and looked up to see Chad’s head fall back. She then turned her attention to Derrick who stood patiently. Instead of just stroking his she leaned over and took it inside her mouth. There was no way she was going to be able to deep throat his dick, but was willing to try.
Chad reached down and held Karen’s head still as Derrick began to force his dick further down her throat. She stuck her tongue out as he did this and felt herself beginning to gag, her eyes watering. With a sputter of a breath Derrick pulled back and Karen let out a cough. She looked up at Derrick and winked through the water. He shooed Chad’s hands away and took her face in both hands and began to fuck her open mouth. Spit and saliva spilled from her mouth as he did this, Karen gagged every few thrusts. He did this for a few moments and then Chad reached forward and took control.
Karen gasped as she reached over and continued to stroke Derrick’s dick with her free hand. Chad took hold of the back of her head and began to thrust vigorously into the back of her throat. Karen gagged and reached forward with one hand to stop him but he slowly lowered her further until she nearly had the whole dick in her mouth. She held her breath as long as she could but pulled back gasping for air. Both Derrick and Chad moaned in pleasure as she did this. Her eyes were watering and her make-up was running, but she had never felt more beautiful.
Both Chad and Derrick reached down as she was catching her breath and began to play with one of her tits. Her labored breaths only became more labored when she was now quivering with every touch of their hands tugging and pinching her tits. She raised up from her knees and led both young men by their dicks to her desk. Chad took the lead and pushed everything off her desk onto the floor and lifted Karen into the air. She couldn’t help but notice he didn’t even seem to break a sweat doing this. He laid her down on the desk and spread her legs.
Chad knelt down at that point and began to eat her out. His tongue lapped at her clit and he sucked on it as he went, kissing her inner thighs and digging his face into her pussy. His tongue delved into her pussy and he came out to breathe and to suck her clit, her body tingling and quickly becoming covered in goosebumps. Her legs shook as he did this and after a few moments of purely eating her out he took two fingers and gingerly slid them inside her, rubbing around and feeling for her G-Spot.
As Chad did this Derrick pulled her slightly so that her head would be resting off the edge of the desk and, while stroking his own dick, he placed his balls in her mouth. He dipped them in and out, teasing Karen as her tongue reached out for them, her moans from Chad’s tonguing echoing and humming along Derrick’s own balls. Derrick let his balls rest in her mouth, her own tongue now rubbing them and sucking on them. He reached down to her tits and began to fondle them, his moaning mixing in with those of Karen.
After a few minutes Karen couldn’t take the foreplay any longer and sat up, grabbing Chad by the cock. She pulled him forward gently and slid his throbbing dick inside her. Chad and Karen both moan loudly in unison and Chad takes a hold of her waist and begins to pull her towards him, the desk shaking under her.
Chad’s dick throbbed inside her as her hands reached out and grabbed onto the edges of the desk, her fingernails digging into the wood. Derrick shifted around so that he was on the side of the desk and began to rub her clit, slapping it gently every couple of thrusts from Chad. Karen let out a scream when he did that and asked him for more through labored breaths.
Derrick then leaned down and, while still rubbing her clit, began to kiss her. Their tongues lapped at one another and her moans were muffled by his mouth. Chad began to speed up then, the thrusts came harder and faster until he was nearly ready to cum. As he felt himself getting close he pulled out and shifted around the desk. Derrick stopped what he was doing and moved to her pussy where he slapped it a few times with his massive dick. He spit on her pussy and then went to work. Her pussy felt tight when he entered inside her and she let out another loud moan.
Chad moved to her face where he allowed Karen to suck his balls as he let his dick cool down from that pounding. She reached up with one hand and stoked it as Chad played with her clit, just as Derrick had done. Karen knew that she couldn’t be as loud as she was being, but she couldn’t help herself as Derrick’s cock thrusted further and further inside her. She didn’t know what to do to quiet the noise so she continued to yell out their names.
Karen had no idea how much time had passed, but Chad shifted away from her and grabbed their clothes from around the room and laid them out on the floor in an almost makeshift bed. Karen couldn’t focus as Derrick continued to pound into her, but with just a glance between the two young men, Derrick stopped and pulled out. He leaned down and kissed her clit once and then moved to lay down on the floor on the makeshift bed.
Chad then helped Karen down off the desk, her legs shaking uncontrollably, and laid her down on top of the awaiting dick of Derrick. She slid down gracefully onto his dick, biting her lower lip as she did so to not be too loud. She was almost tasting blood when she reached the base of his dick from biting her lip so hard. Derrick reached forward and pulled her down on top of him, her tits firmly pressed up against his chiseled chest. That was when they took it to the next level.
As Derrick began to slowly start with a new rhythm of thrusting, Chad kneeled down behind them and spit onto her asshole. He teased it with his thumb for a few seconds before shifting forward with his dick and, with his thumb, he pressed his dick into her ass. Karen let out a long moan as he did this, her tight asshole sliding apart to make way for his hard cock. She felt Derrick’s hand pulling her head into his neck so that he could watch and this made her moan even louder. Chad had both hands full with trying to slide his dick in, so Derrick reached down and spread her ass cheeks apart.
In an instant, Chad’s dick slid fully inside her and Karen let out the loudest moan she had ever let out. With a shout she yelled for them to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Both Derrick and Chad obliged and began to thrust in unison, their dicks throbbed as they thrusted together inside her.
Karen’s voice was nearly gone by the time they were in a rhythm. Her body quivered uncontrollably and she lost all semblance of control of her limbs. Karen’s body went limp after a few moments of this and her concept of time went out the window. The two men’s hands swept across her body like winds sweeping across the plains.
Both Chad and Derrick were also both about to cum when they pulled out. Karen mustered the strength to roll over onto her back as they both stood up and began to stroke their dicks. Karen raised herself onto her knees and knelt with waiting mouth. Chad came first and his dick shot cum across her face, landing some in her mouth. Karen laughed at this just as Derrick’s dick erupted into her mouth, his load of hot cum nearly filled her mouth. Both men helped her to her feet as she swallowed both loads.
Karen walked around the edge of the desk, using it as support the whole way, and slumped into her chair that had been pushed across the room slightly. Both Chad and Derrick began to separate their clothes back out, but Karen dismissed them with the wave of her hand. Both men smiled and sat back down in the two seats that were there for people meeting with her. Karen cleared her throat and a little raspy asked:
“So, do you have any questions about the class?”
This is where you put your story.
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THE END
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BONUS MATERIAL
Seized By My Soldier
I woke up, eyes wide and senses piqued, expecting him to be beside me. But of course he wasn't. Still, that didn't stop me from believing it for several groggy moments, thinking that at any point he would come emerging from the around the corner of the bedroom door, full and intact and as mine as he ever was.
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as a side of me that knew this to be a ridiculous notion, yet at the same time I just couldn't help but believe it to some degree, and I held my breath, thinking that it just had to be, and that his absence was the dream, as opposed to his return.
But as the minutes kept on ticking along, and as the morning continued to dawn, it became abundantly clear that I was holding out hope for nothing but disappointment, and that the reality I was hoping for was intent on eluding me as it did every morning.
Finally, it became ridiculous to keep expecting anything to change, and I had to give up, to face the facts, and to go on with my day as I did every single morning, deprived of what I truly wanted, what I longed for, and what seemed so lacking from my life that I could scarcely control myself over the loss.
Still, though, even after I knew that I was only deluding myself, and accepted the fact that that was what I was doing, I didn't yet have the drive to change things, to roll my ass out of bed and to go about my day without him. Instead, I closed my eyes for just a little bit longer, and inhaled a deep breath, holding it, and feeding my fantasies just a little bit more.
I imagined him there, in the bed beside me, his heat, his substance, his presence next to me like some life-preserving force. Thick and perfect, wrapping me up in his embrace, pulling me so deeply into himself it was like I was imprisoned in his flesh.
His kisses, so sweet, so gentle, as they softly brought me into the new day, so tender and so loving that they would leave me with nothing but happy thoughts for the whole day to come. I loved him, tasting my flesh like this, and God how I craved it now, and how I burned for the fact that I knew that it was so far separated from me.
And hell, even his scent I missed- not an especially wonderful scent first thing in the morning, and I'm sure this was mutually true. But the intimacy of it, the knowledge that what I inhaled was my own, property of yours truly, and myself property of him. God, how powerful scent can be, and how severe an absence it can be when it's taken away.
Still, even though I knew that I would find no luck in this regard, I took in a deep breath, praying to the God he believed in that there would still be some lingering essence, some remnant of the beautiful bastard to sustain me through this new day, even the faintest trace of him still hanging behind on the pillows to give me hope, to give me the knowledge that things could somehow be alright.
I began to grow desperate after a few seconds of this, actually burying my face in the pillow, practically smothering myself, thinking that there must be something, something I was just missing somehow, and that I would find it if I just kept trying.
But all there was to be found was the cool, neutral scent of fresh linen, empty and impersonal, pleasant under certain circumstances, but in my case disappointed as hell, and seeming to rob me of nearly every ounce of hope.
I began to feel suddenly like crying, like gushing out and dissolving into my own fears and sadness, and accordingly I yanked the comforter up over my head, burying myself beneath the blankets and encasing myself in the warm, toasty oven of my own body heat. I dreamed for a while longer, or fantasized, one or the other, about his embrace, his touch, his caress, making me feel secure and able to handle everything going on around me, and carrying me through into the day as he'd always done when he was at home.
But then, after a while, I just couldn't do it anymore. I had to get up, and I was somewhat prompted into doing so by the sound of canine claws scratching against my bedroom door. I sniffed, then touched my cheeks, noticing that a slight stream of tears had begun to form along my flesh.
I dabbed them away, and then managed to pull myself up out of bed. I walked over toward the door, and pulled a plush bathrobe from the hook- I was wearing a tank top and panties, and knew that my dog's demands would require a little bit more concealment.
Or, well... It was Danny's dog, I guess, really... He'd been a shelter dog, a jack russel terrier, and I guess I'd more or less adopted him when Danny and I first moved in together. I opened the door to greet him, and a swirl of emotions, both good and bad, welled up inside me.
Bandit was a fun dog, loving and playful, and it was hard not to feel just a little bit of his joy and zest for the world seep into you whenever you were in the little firecracker's presence. Even as I stepped out into the hallway he jumped with sheer joy to see me, hopping up feet into the air and making my chest balloon just the least bit with affection.
You just couldn't help but smile at something like this, even if deep down you probably knew your pet's frantic efforts at hopping and prancing likely had a lot to do with the simple fact that they had to pee.
But, like everything else in the house anymore, there was also a sense of absence to all of this, unsettling and disturbing, filling me with a chill of nerves that nearly made me woozy as I stared sadly down at the cute little thing. This was Danny's dog... Danny wasn't here... I was just taking care of the things he'd left behind in his absence.
God, how I hated myself for these sorts of thoughts. My affection for the poor dog all but drained away, and I sighed heavily with discontent. “Come on,” I said without an ounce of enthusiasm, and I stepped over to open the sliding glass door for him.
Instantly, and quite expectedly, he went bolting out into the yard, overshooting the distance that he should have been going and flying straight out toward the road- precisely as he always did, without fail or exception.
“Bandit! Get back here!” I yelled, and he gradually circled back around in his laps, as though he'd known from the start that he wasn't supposed to be going that far, and yet he'd done so anyway, just to test my limits. I didn't really care that much, I guess.
I just sighed as he did his business, and stooped over in my bath robe to retrieve the dew covered newspaper from my front lawn. Every morning, the rolled up paper in its plastic sheath practically burned my fingers whenever I touched it, despite begin cold and wet and dripping onto the ground.
I shook it off, and slowly took out the paper, holding my breath just a bit irrationally as I did so, as though this could somehow change its contents. I struggled to contain the avalanche of glossy circulars as they spilled out into my hand, and then cautiously flipped over the front page, and peered inside the paper, fearful of just what I might find.
There was, frankly, nothing of much interest in there for me, on any level that mattered all that much. Just the same old things, politics and world events that seemed like nothing but words printed on a page, and whose effects only touched me in so far as they pushed my husband further and further away from me. I always feared, though, that one day I would see some headline about a fallen soldier, and would see Danny's face plastered across the page in black and white newsprint.
It was largely irrational, I knew. Were anything to happen to the man I loved, I would surely have been notified ahead of time, rather than left suspended and guessing, only to find out when I opened up the morning paper. But of course, it wasn't all that rational of a thought process that took over me these days, and knowing what was true didn't always stop me from having these sorts of dark, fearful fantasies.
I sighed, closed up the paper once again, and stepped inside with Bandit once again, in order to get ready for my day.
I stood in the shower for some time, letting the hot water roll along my body in a manner that felt wonderful, yet was somehow strangely chilling. I felt like I lacked the strength to tear myself away from this beautiful heat, and I stayed under the water until it began to grow cold as it fell down onto me, and at last I admitted to myself that it was time to get out and get started with my day.
I got dressed, not caring all that much what I looked like, because really what the hell did it matter, anyway? I patted Bandit one final time on the head, and then made my departure through the front door, and stepped into my car.
I needed groceries, and drove somewhat dead-eyed off to the supermarket, unenthusiastic and disliking the notion of having to be out in public. As proud as I was of my husband, I hated the inheren
t feeling of being a military wife, and I somehow imagined that everyone else around me felt sorry for me when they looked at me, as though they somehow knew that, just because I was at the store by myself with a wedding ring on, I was worth pitying for my present life circumstances.
But of course I knew that was ridiculous. There was no way that anyone would have that sort of insight, but like nearly everything about my life at that time, my reason did very little to mitigate the fear.
This same feeling, of not wanting people to feel sorry for me, was one of the main reason I tended to gravitate away from other military wives, the only people who could really ever know precisely what it was I was going through.
It was just so strange, really. The whole experience of it. Having as good as lost the man you loved, for an indefinite period of time, in some foreign city you've never heard of, for a cause that neither you nor even the man fighting for it fully understands.
All the way through, you sort of just have to believe whatever it is people tell you, take things at face value, and try to avoid overthinking things if you want to make it through the whole ordeal with your sanity intact.
And, I guess, really, that was probably exactly what Danny was going through himself, but to a degree that was far more palpable, and the stakes far, far higher. But, at the very least, Danny had the benefit of actually progressing through that hardship.