by Viva Fox
In our present, jumbled state, then, it wasn't long at all before the fabric came melting gradually away, the sliding of our hands now bringing along clutched fabric, and peeling it from one another's anatomies as though our lives depended on one another's nudity. I could feel them denuding me as they groped me from tit to toe, yanking my blouse up over my head, and mussing up my hair in the process.
They dredged the fabric of my skirt down from my ass, to my knees, all the way down to around my ankles, and then the two of them alternated in sliding their fingers beneath the fabric of my tight, lacy lingerie. One of them, I couldn't tell which, was slipping their fingers beneath the cups of my bra, squeezing on the flesh of my breasts and kneading me up, and evoking such a string of impassioned moans from my chest that I thought I might collapse into a heap on the floor.
This same party then routinely played with the straps of my bra as well, threatening to slide them down from my arms and peel me out of the damn thing, but never quite accomplishing this, yet the sweet agony of it making me lightheaded all the while as he tormented me.
Then, the other set of hands, whosever they may have been, was digging around in my panties as though it was some newly discovered territory down there. Slipping his fingers beneath the lace, he squeezed on my buttocks with the force of a damn vice, massaging me and pinching me to oblivion, and then sliding back around to my front side as well.
He caressed my thighs in a very similar manner, causing my knees to tremble as he ventured ever nearer to my quivering pussy, yet every time he verged on fingering me he pulled away, getting me so hot and bothered for him that I wanted to scream.
And finally, sure enough, I was stripped out of my bra and panties altogether, left completely naked and vulnerable between the two of them, and my body so lit up with desire in that moment that I didn't even know how I would survive the entire ordeal of the affair.
I reached over, unbuttoning and unzipping each of the men, pulling each of their penises out into the open, and savoring the heat of their wet, sticky shafts between my fingers, and then stepping back in anticipation. I gazed in awe as they undressed the remainder of the way before me, peeling out of their tight, form-hugging shirts and revealing to me two tight, muscular bodies that were practically beyond the pours of my own comprehension. I shuddered and moaned at the sight of them, craving their flesh around and inside me, and the next thing I knew the three of us were in the shower, stepping ever closer to the ultimate goal.
Those beautiful bastards really tore into me now. There initial hesitation now vanished, they sandwiched in around me and positively ravished my wet, naked body. Their long, hot, splashing penises ground up against me on either side as they crushed me beneath their collective weight. Justin stood in front of me, kissing me wetly on the lips and putting his tongue into me, his stiffy slicing up against my abdomen as he ravished my nude form. He seized hold of my thigh, and hoisted it up around his waist, digging his erection even deeper into me than it had been before, and causing me to cry out in agony at the feeling of him as he jabbed so fiercely into my body.
Mark, meanwhile, stood behind me, grinding his erection through the crack of my ass, squeezing on my buttocks, and all the while running kisses up and down, up and down, up and down along the course of my neck. He sank his teeth into me, and chewed me up and spat me out as he loved me up into a frenzy, my head spinning and cries of passion slipping from my throat in spite of my best efforts at suppressing them.
Then, miraculously, somehow or another, I vanished from between the two men's bodies altogether. I stood back, astonished, as I watched the two of them wrapped up in one another's arms, making out like damn newlyweds, apparently embracing a bisexuality that I'd heretofore been completely unaware of having existed in either of them.
I began to play with my pussy as I watched the two of them, rubbing myself off to the sight of their lips popping and dissolving and melting against one another, and their erect penises jousting up against one another all the while, in a manner that was unbelievably erotic.
And that was when it hit me- the fact that, hell, I was totally missing out on a golden opportunity here, which is watching this all from afar.
Remedying this, then, I quickly squatted down in between the two men's bodies, ducking down over the floor of the tub and seizing each man's erect penis in my hand. I began to stroke them in tandem, occasionally and intentionally making the tips of their wangs kiss as I stretched and pumped the skin, and then I parted my jaws wide, and began to suck back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between each man's engorged cock. I deep throated those lucky bastards like a pro as they made out up above, shoving one long blade down my gullet until it jousted against the back of my throat, and then spitting him out, coated with slime and spit, and switched to the other.
For so long I alternated in this manner, deep throating from one to the other and back again, again and again and again, until suddenly, unexpectedly, I noticed one of them was beginning to ejaculate all over me. It was Mark, I somehow deduced through my dizziness, unable to hold his nut in light of all the hot, lurid action taking place around him.
I hurriedly opened my mouth to receive his load, and tasted only a fraction of it. The rest of it came spurting all over my face, drenching me in cum in addition to the scalding water of the shower, and by the time I rose back up to full height I could scarcely see a thing.
Thankfully, though, my two lovers were on the case in short enough order, kissing the sperm away from my face and cleaning me up in a manner that water could in no way achieve.
Soon, I was being whisked back onto the bed, far dirtier than ever at this point, and things were beginning to escalate. Mark, for the time being, was sitting by on the sidelines, his snake drained as it were from drenching my cheeks in the shower, and his task for the time being to refuel by masturbating to the sight of Justin and I going at it.
Justin, meanwhile, was spreading my legs wide, pushing my thighs far apart, and bowing his head down between them. I began to moan almost immediately as he began to eat my pussy for me, sliding his tongue through the hot, fleshy meat, lapping and rolling around through the pink floral folds in that manner he had, that sweet way I'd forgotten him to be capable of it had been so very long since he'd munched on me in that way.
Sensations trickled through my body as the spear of his tongue dug and twisted through my body, causing my spine to arch and the cheeks of my ass to clench in reaction, my spine tingling and every inch of my anatomy seizing with delight as he nibbled me with relish.
I came wildly, and the next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees, my ass thrusted out and my spine arched humiliatingly. He mounted me like a damn animal, clambering up on top of me and sliding himself inside. Good Lord, how I missed being stretched out by that giant cock of his, feeling it opening me wide to an extent that verged on unbearable, and the initial penetration only a very marginal fraction of the story.
I shivered, anticipating my own destruction, and finally he reared back, and came smashing back hard into my body. He tore into me like hell, his pelvis smashing against my ass and his thrusts unbearable from the get-go. I could feel myself, in no time at all, beginning to heat up again as he brutally fucked me, grinding through my body and producing a dreadful friction, pushing and pumping and devastating me as we screwed, his cock a force that I'd missed far more acutely than I could have even anticipated now that he was back inside me.
And as I was plowed, and pounded, and ripped to shreds beneath him, I could spy Mark across the room despite the jarring ripping back and forth of my head. I could tell that he was getting more and more worked up by the smashing of my lover against my ass, the hot, wet clapping of our genitals and the shrieks flying up from my lips in droves. He was pumping his own erection harder and harder and harder smashing his wrist into his pelvis with a devastating force, until at last he was back up and running in terms of the sexing department.
His refractory period now passed,
he was sauntering back over to the two of us, climbing onto the pile, and adding his heat to our entwined bodies.
There was a bit of rearrangement, then, bodies shifting and repositioning, until at last we settled on an arrangement that was absolutely mind-blowing for yours truly.
Both of them, without warning, were inside me at once. Mark was beneath me, penetrating my pussy from beneath, his shaft drilling deep into me, and hitting my sweet spot each time he squirmed up into me beneath my weight. And on top of me, Justin was cramming his own cock up my cunt, his shaft grinding against Mark's and creating a beautiful, dreadful friction, the sliding of their erections against one another inside me driving me wild, and the overall effect as they pushed and pumped and grunted into my body unlike anything in my wildest dreams.
Those men stretched my pussy out harder and hotter than it had ever been stretched before in my life, pumping and jackhammering into me like mad, slapping and dashing and sending me moaning like wild with sensations with each passing thrust. And finally, with one last, vigorous heaving of flesh, they drove themselves deeper into my body, and all hell broke loose within that single, concentrated point.
Each of the men began to ejaculate wildly, their batting order unclear as they absolutely drenched my insides with sperm. What was clear as day, though, was the fact that each swirling of ejaculate coated each man's cock with the fluids of the other, lubricating them in as sensual a manner as you could hope to imagine as they continued to thrust and to joust, with the last dying pangs of orgasm.
The combined effect was entirely too much for me to be able to handle. I began, in no time at all, to cum wildly as well, set over the edge by the combined force of their cocks blasting into me, and nothing I could do at this point able to save me from my own beautiful destruction. Blinding orgasm came rippling through my sweat soaked body, causing me to twitch and convulse between the two men, fingers curling and groans of agony pouring from my lips, stars flashing before my eyes as I hit the roof with climax, and my breath momentarily failing me until at last, at long, weary last, I fluttered back down into some semblance of composure.
My lovers pulled out of me, and for some time the three of us made out tenderly, wrapped up in one another's arms, and so overwhelmed by the success of this most glorious high school reunion that I couldn't begin to believe it.
I would find out, only a couple of weeks later, that I was pregnant with one of the two men's babies, without any inkling as to which of the two of them was the true father.
This could prove itself quite the complication on any number of levels...
THE END
Sins Unleashed
Chapter 1
I have always been tall. Ever since I was young I remember being taller than all my friends. I remember people telling me how strange my height was. I remember people telling me that I should play women’s basketball.
But to be honest, I’m not even that tall. I’m only 5’6. Some of my shorter friends, who barely make it past 5’ would glare at me right now, but it’s true. There are some girls out there who are legitimately six feet tall. I only achieve that height when I am wearing high-heeled shoes, which I will admit is quite often. So, okay, maybe I do appear to be 6’ tall most of the time but I’m not some freakishly tall monster.
Even with my height and even with my stilettos there are men who are taller than me, so that was never a problem. Plus, it’s not like I discriminate against short men; they can be just as fun to date. However, none of this is the point.
The point is I never played basketball like everyone encouraged me to do. Instead, I became a lawyer. I did pretty well in school, paying my way through expensive universities with my good grades. It always amazed people that I was smart and beautiful (but I’ll never admit this myself). I ended up getting a lot of romantic interest as I made my way through law school.
Despite this, I locked my sights on Michael. If I could go back in time and stop myself I would. At the time, he seemed perfect. He was handsome and smart. He was top of the class and had a bright future ahead of him. Many of our professors claimed that he would be one of the best defense attorneys in the state. I believed them.
When Michael and I ended up having class together he noticed me. He thought I was cute and asked me out. I, of course, said yes. Who wouldn’t have said yes to Michael’s pearly white smile? But I should have seen right through that fake smile. But I didn’t.
Instead, Michael and I started going out. Shortly after passing the bar, Michael proposed, and once again being a fool, I said yes. We married shortly after that and it didn’t seem to bother me that our relationship was moving so quickly. I didn’t seem to mind that things were not as sweet as they used to be in the beginning. All I cared about was marrying Michael.
After our marriage, my career really took off. I was never out of work and had a pretty good success rate. I was climbing the rungs and becoming one of the best persecutors in the state. Many people claimed it was due to my height and beauty, along with the pure confidence I was able to radiate in court. I will admit that the courtroom was where I felt most at home. People started to call it ‘Brooklyn’s Den.’
Brooklyn, by the way, is my name, sorry I never mentioned it before. I got a little carried away with setting up the scene that I never mentioned it. Anyway, my name is Brooklyn.
Getting back to the story, Michael hated my success. Instead of supporting me and being happy for me like any other good husband, he instead bathed himself in jealousy. Unlike me, his career had not been as flawless as mine. Despite what the professors said he did not turn into the best defense attorney in the state. Instead, he was one of the worst.
For this reason, Michael started to resent me. He hated that I was more successful than he was. He hated that I was the breadwinner of the relationship. This hurt his pride more than anything else.
Michael had been raised in the south and still had some of those backcountry morals flowing through his veins. By this, I mean, he still thought that women were inferior to men. I mean it is the 21st century, women have fought for their equality for ages and have proven themselves worthy of equality but yet there are still people like Michael who stick to old backward ways.
If I had known that Michael was a sexist bastard I would have left him from the very beginning but he was very good at concealing this very dark truth from me. He was very good at pretending to be a saint when he had a million dark values swimming around in his soul. Looking back at it now, I feel like a fool for ever falling for him.
But I did fall for him and there is nothing I can do about it now.
The point is that Michael was getting very jealous of me. As our marriage continued he started to get bitter. He no longer treated me sweetly like he used to when we were engaged and, in fact, he was often rude. As time went on things only got worse and worse.
Three years into my marriage and I was well accustomed to the verbal abuse Michael used to throw my way. For some reason, I never thought to fight back. I don’t know why but I never did. As a lawyer, I could have put him in his place, but I never thought about it. There was something taboo in the thought of going against my husband.
For this reason, as my career raised in status so too did the violence that Michael incurred on me. By the end of our fifth year together he wasn’t just verbally abusing me, but physically abusing me as well. He was smart to keep the violence to parts of my body I could hide with clothing.
He would bruise my arms and then force me to wear a long-sleeved shirts, even in the summer. I became very good at coming up with excuses. It seemed no one would ever notice my silent pleas for help that I was slowly dropping. It seemed like no one cared about me.
What I didn’t know was that I was close to my breaking point.
Chapter 2
One day, I remember it was a cold day in the middle of December. Everyone around me seemed jolly from the Christmas joy running around, but I was miserable. I felt unwanted and hurt.
If
I had a bad day at work I had nowhere to run to because if I went home Michael would just make my life a living hell. To be frank, I was not very happy, but what was I supposed to do? Like so many other women who were going through what I was going through I put a smile on my face and tried to act like nothing was wrong.
It was my day off and I was home alone cooking dinner. I had never been a very good cook. I could get by, but I was never a world-class chief like some of my friends. Either way, I was decent.
Michael never came home for dinner. I assumed he was working late on some case. Eventually, around midnight he came home and he came home with a vengeance. He was angry, very angry, and I was the one to feel that wrath.
By that time, I was already in bed, with a book in my hands. I was enjoying my time alone, a little slice of peacefulness in my otherwise dark and dreary days.
Michael suddenly rushed into the room. He was like a violent storm raining down on my Eden. I didn’t have time to react before he snatched the book out of my hands and threw it away. He roughly pulled me out of bed.