by Olivia Harp
Jena felt as if on fire. Her whole body exuded a need to be taken by her men.
Her hands went to their bulges, caressing them over their pants.
Beast kissed her shoulder and chest, then her breasts until he reached her nipples. It was so forbidden, so deliciously wrong.
She couldn’t wait any longer. The next moment, she was on her knees, Mills’ grip wasn’t strong enough to stop her. Two men stood tall in front of her, they understood what she wanted.
She pulled down their pants the second they unzipped them, oh my freaking—
Their shafts looked even bigger now in this light. The reflection in the mirrors around showed an innocent woman, down on the ground, two big cocks mere inches from her face.
They stepped forward, she grabbed them and licked Mills first, her tongue barely grazing his length, her eyes fixed on the mirror.
She looked so small compared to them, their big shafts covered each about a third of her face. She’d had them inside, the mere memory of it sent shivers all through her body.
Now she licked Beast. They were so different from each other, and in some ways, so similar. She never held men this big, and this hard, ever in her life.
Not that I have that much experience, anyway.
Their quiet grunts were enough for her. She would have to make them pay. They started this, after all.
Jena went from one to the other, until their cocks were dripping with her saliva. Both of them urged her to suck them off but she held back. Her ripped apart dress was more than enough proof of their intensity.
On the other side of the room, poor Theresa still struggled with business decisions, unaware that the woman she just laughed at was jerking a couple of men at the same time just five feet away from her.
Jena smiled, pulling the guys’ manhood up to suck their balls.
They were hers. Only hers, and she would explore every last inch of their bodies before she was done here.
One, then the other, then back again. Their knees trembled once or twice, they had to lean on the walls to avoid falling.
This was all completely knew. She’d blown her ex-boyfriend, a few of years ago, but never really enjoyed it. I mean, it was okay, yes, but it’s not like I craved having him on my mouth. Not like this. Never like this.
That was enough, she put Beast in her mouth, his thickness filled her, and still she wanted more.
She could already taste him, the bitter sweetness of his pre-cum in her mouth. He was dripping with need now. She pulled back, letting him suffer, then licked Mills and put him in her mouth, too.
She felt like such a bad girl now, the intensity of her lips on his shaft got wilder and wilder.
What was she doing? Who was she? She couldn’t recognize herself anymore. Not that it mattered; she loved doing this with them. It was a match made in heaven.
She sucked him off, the taste of him so different than Beast’s, his slippery cock slid into her mouth with ease, as if he was fucking her mouth.
He moaned again, closing his mouth immediately, she knew she had him.
She pulled back and jerked both of them off, every wall reflected a forbidden act, she sucked their cocks in public, trying to be silent, if they caught on to them they would end up in so much trouble.
“No, I’m not happy with that,” Theresa said with an annoyed voice, “you know I want more.”
That gave her an idea.
No, Jena. You’re insane.
Right now she was.
She pulled both of her men and put them into her mouth. Two men, at the same time, fucking her mouth.
Her tongue went up and down their shafts, then between them, each of them fighting for her, barely fitting in, the taste of both of them driving her crazy. She was pleasuring two men at the same time to the point of orgasm.
“Stop,” Mills pleaded, trying to step back but she grabbed his leg and made him reach deeper into her throat. This is what she wanted.
Both men grunted at the same time, their bodies trembled, and suddenly the taste of their seed was in her mouth.
She released them and could feel their hard muscles give away for a second, looking up at their thick, strong legs and their arms against the wall.
The next moment, she felt them. They exploded, spraying her with their cum. Holy crap. She thought this happened only in pornos. It didn’t even seem appealing.
But here, now, right this moment, all she wanted was this, being bathed in her men’s lust, their semen falling on her exposed breasts, on the ripped off red dress that started it all, on her arms and legs and chin and face and hair… on the mirror behind, dripping down to the floor.
Jena stood up in silence, covered in their seed. She was trembling, too. Her body was on fire. She loved the way she could just act on impulse, never wondering whether this or that was okay. They did what they did without hesitation.
And looking at the mirror, it was the best thing that could happen for all of them.
She tried to put the dress back on, but Mills stopped her, with a ragged breath.
He locked eyes with her, his green eyes burning with passion.
“No,” he said, “you’re not getting away that easy.”
“What?”
She looked down and saw how they were still hard. Even though they were still dripping with their orgasm.
“It’s not possible,” she whispered.
Beast pulled her to him and kissed her.
It was wild, and wet, and deep and incredible. But it was also… more. There was something else here, an impalpable feeling she couldn’t describe. His heart hammered on his chest so hard she could actually feel feel it, and suddenly she knew. This wasn’t just sex. It was much more.
Mills took her dress off, the fabric caressed her body as it fell to the floor. Mills touched her back, walking closer to her, trapping her between them again.
He kissed her neck and shoulders, exploring her body with both hands, she’d grown so used to his touch, to his warmth.
Beast took her in his hands and the next moment she was straddling him, her legs around his naked waist. It took him two seconds to remove his pants. To her right, Mills did the same, only he took off all of his clothes.
The mirrors reflected a million men, naked, touching her with a sexual thirst she hadn’t seen before. These deadly men, these dangerous gangsters, she could feel their very heart finding a rhythm with her own.
She was ready, just like them.
“Take me,” she said, “both of you.”
Her juices ran down her thighs and unto Beast’s waist. Jena trembled with anticipation.
Mills kissed the back of her neck, making her moan. She had to quiet down, she couldn’t yell here.
I can’t do it.
Beast fixed his eyes on her, she knew what he wanted.
“Take me,” she whispered, feeling his hands tighten around her waist. Mills kissed her back, it was an explosion of sensations that she could barely contain.
She kissed Beast again, trying to prevent her moans from getting louder. Mills caressed her arms, then her legs. He pressed himself harder unto her, kissing the other side of her neck, nibbling her earlobe, his chest steel hard and so warm on her skin.
She couldn’t do it, she had to yell.
But they were ready. The moment she pulled back, Mills put his hand on her mouth, muffling her yell.
We’re safe, she thought, but Beast’s manhood grazed her slit, a wave of fire traversed her body, this is it, she knew she was done. She couldn’t hold back. Her body reacted wildly, jumping up and down, holding on to him, anxious to have him inside.
Mills grabbed the ragged remains of the dress on the floor and gagged her with it. Her body felt so sensitive now, every touch, every caress, every drop of sweat sent a million pulses of delight. It was too late to turn back.
“I need you,” she said, her voice breaking.
There it was, just for her, Beast put his arousal on her entrance, her juices flooding h
im in an instant, all of this was almost out of this world, almost unthinkable.
She jerked down and felt him penetrate her body, his thick cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. She cried softly as he filled her. He took his time doing it, making her feel every inch of him, letting her savor his perfect length and girth.
Mills bit her shoulder, it was torture, being unable to make any noise here.
Theresa said, on the other changing room, “that’s wrong and you know it.”
Yes it is, totally wrong.
Beast was completely buried inside her, she could feel her sheath on his waist, crashing against him again and again, blind with pleasure.
Mills pulled her to him, an inch or two away from Beast, and her whole body trembled.
The woman in the other room yelled in surprise, “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
Jena had felt his rod on her hole. And against all odds, she knew she wanted it, too.
“Do it,” she whispered to him, “take me, I’m yours.”
She was out of her mind, how could she want that?
Mills cock throbbed on her hole, there was no question about it, she wanted both of them at the same time.
Her hand went to his neck, holding on to him, then he entered her.
It was her first time doing this.
An explosion of pain surged through her body. Beast was still inside, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body, and Mills kept on going.
The pain was still there, but it was confusing. Why did she want more? It quickly transformed into pleasure, the trio of them fused into one. It was such a kinky idea, completely forbidden. She used to be such a good girl, and now two men impaled her with their big rods at the same time, in her two orifices.
She was a naughty little girl.
Only a thin layer of muscle separated both of their cocks, she could feel them, both of them, pressing hard against each other, detonating an orgasmic explosion that coursed through her every nerve.
It felt so good she was almost crying.
“Oh my God!” She yelled, the gag on her mouth no longer enough to quiet her, she was lost in pleasure.
This was more than she could handle.
Her whole body jerked, the electric sensation of an orgasm built up inside her in less than a second, giving way to a flood of ecstasy.
She lowered her head and pressed it hard against Beast’s chest, her yell half-muted but impossible to hide.
Her body was burning, melting, all at the same time. Her juices dripped down on the floor. An unrelenting orgasm took a hold of her, she was going to faint.
Then, another one came, just as quickly as the previous one, oh my God, I can’t take it, but it was too late, her body served her masters, she was their woman, their slave, she would do it forever if they wanted her to.
This time, her own hand pressed against her lips, preventing her from yelling in ecstasy.
She was riding her second orgasm, she never once felt anything like this, never even thought reaching these heights was possible.
“Jena,” Beast said, his voice cracking.
Her eyes went wide, goose bumps flooded her skin. His words, his face, the way his rod stiffened even harder made her body explode for a third time in a row.
Her mind went blank. Mills was fully inside of her hole when he whispered her name again.
Both men exploded at the same time, right along with her, their thick, hot semen filling her up. She couldn’t go on, she had nothing else in her, she was spent. She couldn’t quiver or yell or even hold them, this orgasm was all that existed, these two men inside, their seed dripping out of her, so much of it her body couldn’t even hold it inside.
Her senses returned, she lay between these two sex gods. Their breaths found a rhythm, she never knew anyone like them, never felt so close to another person, let alone two.
It was like magic, like fairy dust taking her to an unknown place on the night sky.
She had to hold back tears. They were tears of joy.
“Wait, I heard something—” Theresa said, on the other room, “hello?”
Silence.
“Anyone there?” She asked again, but no one answered.
The three of them looked at each other and giggled. They needed to leave, fast.
Chapter 19
Mills
Mills thought he was going to have a heart attack. What he felt in the changing rooms was something he didn’t know even existed.
All of this, everything he was… for a second it didn’t matter. He was another person, renewed, free of sin.
All thanks to her. Everything he had done in his life led to this, to meeting her. To hold her and surrender his very soul to her.
They escaped the changing rooms one by one after helping Jena clean herself with the now destroyed red dress.
“You have to get another one,” he whispered to her, laughing.
Her eyes told him everything, she was thinking the exact same thing.
Beast was the first one out. He walked heavily outside, then Mills did the same, and finally, after a few minutes of waiting, Jena followed, dressed in jeans and an overcoat.
They paid for everything and left as soon as they could.
“Did you see the cashier’s face when we showed her the rags?” Jena asked with a laugh.
“She knew,” Mills said.
“Of course she knew, just take look at that thing!”
The ripped in half dress was full of stains. They didn’t show it to the lady, obviously, she only needed the tag, but her eyes were fixed on the fabric.
“Hey,” Beast said, “are you guys hungry?”
“Starving,” Jena replied.
Beast was already walking toward a small restaurant on the corner.
“This kebab place,” Beast said, grabbing the door handle, “you gotta try it.”
Mills smiled, Beast was much more talkative than usual. One could even say he looked happy.
Damn. I never thought I’d get to see that.
Jena strutted behind him into the restaurant; Mills was the last one in.
The place was kind of small, just ten tables or so, with a very old-school feeling to it. This was a family restaurant, not a franchise.
They ordered and sat on a booth in the corner of the place. Jena sat first, Mills followed her, Beast sat accross them.
Lots of people walked around outside, busy with their lives.
It didn’t take long for the food to arrive, the delicious looking chicken and lamb meat in a pita bread filled with vegetables made Mills’ stomach rumble.
“Well, damn,” Mills said, “it looks even better than in the pictures.”
“That’s a first,” Jena said.
“Told you, man, it’s fucking great food.”
Mills took a bite of his kebab, freaking hell, it was so good.
“How come you never told me about this place?” He asked Beast.
“Never got the chance.”
“You can’t do that to people, man, you got to share!”
Beast and Jena laughed, they were having so much fun, from the morning to coming back home early, to the shopping spree to what happened in the changing rooms, this was a day to remember.
“We can’t do that again,” Jena said, “it’s too risky!”
“Risky?” Mills asked.
“Yes! What if someone found out?”
“Then they’ll kick us out,” Beast said, swallowing food, “so what?”
“Well…” Jena replied, trying to come up with an explanation why that would be the worst thing ever, except she knew it wasn’t. It wouldn’t be so bad.
“What if they call the cops?”
“They kick us out,” Beast said, and everyone laughed.
“My God.”
Beast was smiling and commenting on everything, he wasn’t quiet and cold like always.
“What?” Beast asked him, Mills had stared at him for a second longer than he needed too.
He shrugged, “nothing man, you’re in a good mood, that’s it.”
Beast eyes narrowed, “what does that mean?”
“It means you don’t usually make jokes.”
“Maybe my sense of humor is different than yours.”
“A few minutes ago I didn’t even realize you had a sense of humor.”
“Fuck off,” he said, laughing.
“So,” Jena interrupted, “how did you two meet?”
They went quiet. After a few moments of silence, even Jena’s smile faded.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” Mills said, “not at all.”
“It’s been a long time since someone asks us that question.”
“It’s okay guys, you don’t need to answer—”
“We met at an orphanage.”
“Mary Magdalene’s Home for Children, northwest of here.”
Jena didn’t say anything, what could she reply to that? “I’m sorry?”
“I got there first,” said Beast, “my parents were heroin addicts, no other family, at least that I know of, they abandoned me when I was eight. Never saw them again. I ended up there.”
“No family for me,” Mills said, “I don’t even remember them. I lived with an old woman in Bridgeport but she started having health problems and couldn’t take care of me.”
“She left you?” Jena asked.
Mills shrugged, “she was on food stamps, I tried to help but I was a kid. What was she going to do? I hated her for years but now that I’m older I guess she made the right choice. At least she found me a ceiling.”
“Do you know where she is now?”
“Probably dead, too.”
He hadn’t thought of that old woman in years, maybe even a decade. A lump gathered in his throat.
“I don’t even remember her name,” he said.
Jena held his hand, “she wanted you to have an opportunity she couldn’t give you.”
Mills smiled, “I know.”
The memory was fuzzy, but he couldn’t forget the smell of that woman. She smelled like flowers. The thought made him smile. It was probably cheap soap. But it didn’t matter, that’s how he remembered her.
“He was aggressive,” said Beast, “and so was I, so at first we got in a few fights.”
“The nuns hated us.”