Jeff had her over his shoulder in the next heartbeat, striding to the couch. He sat on the end of the chaise lounge and flipped her over his lap. His jeans rasped against her nipples as she slid into position, and Alex shivered in arousal despite herself. She felt her legs separated and clamped by his, her buttocks raised and her privates open and exposed. Jeff put a hand on her back to hold her steady.
Alex raised her voice to a near shout. “Let me up, Jeff, right now. This is absolutely inappropriate.”
She heard a dark chuckle then felt a smack on the middle of her buttocks, followed by two more in rapid succession on either cheek. Holy Mother, she was going to be molested and killed by two maniacs. A finger slid between her labia and stroked, then delved into her vagina. Alex was mortified to feel her flesh respond, swelling and becoming wet. She tried to push up from the floor with her hands and squirm away, but her hair was caught fast in a large fist and her face rose to look squarely at Devon, now kneeling in front of her.
Jeff smacked her again and then smoothed the spot, spreading warmth across her bottom and down between her legs. Alex looked wide-eyed into Devon’s navy gaze, recognizing the intense desire that lurked there despite her inexperience. He smiled at her and reached to cup her dangling breasts, kneading and stretching them.
“Our Alex likes punishment, Jeff,” Devon said. “How many more before I punish her for touching herself?”
“Two more for sassing us and making demands, buddy.”
Alex involuntarily lifted into the heat of Jeff’s hand as he brought it down hard on the cleft of her bottom. She whimpered and panted, but somehow kept her eyes open to look at Devon, who rewarded her with a kiss. Jeff handed Alex to Devon, who carried her down the hallway and into a bedroom. He placed her on the huge bed and stood staring at her while he began to pull off his clothes. Jeff joined him, sucking on a finger. Alex blushed, realizing that he was tasting her, that he had been the one to touch her vagina. Then her eyes were drawn to the defined muscles on Devon’s chest and abdomen. It was a beautiful sight. His penis bobbed into view, and Alex stared without even trying to hide it. Oh, my God, she thought, how is that monster going to fit inside me? It looked angry and moved on its own. She could see wetness on the top, and Devon casually reached down and stroked the length of it. Alex had a sudden urge to touch him. She had never touched a penis before.
“Put your hands up to the headboard and grab hold, Alex,” said Devon.
Jeff, now naked, pushed past him, giving him a look. “I’ll hold her hands, Devon. Don’t push it.”
Alex stared at Jeff, close range, hardly paying attention to their dialogue. Jeff was as broad and equally well muscled as Devon, and his penis was really big also. Alex could see a bead of moisture on the top of the mushroom head, where he curved back toward his abdomen. She could smell him, too, a musky yet spicy scent. He smelled clean, and she wanted to lick him. God, was this be one of those sins the nuns preached against? Her brain wasn’t thinking, but her body was doing lots of it.
“Spread your legs, honey,” Devon continued.
Jeff turned on another light, making the room feel as bright as day, and Alex cringed at how they would see every flaw, every imperfection.
“Spread your legs, Alex.” This time it was a command from Devon.
Alex cautiously parted her legs, a bit embarrassed and a lot anxious.
“Wider, honey,” urged Devon. “We like to look at pussy, and we like women to be willing to show what they’ve got.”
Alex fixed him with a look. “I don’t know if I want to be compared to other women, mister.” She felt something like jealousy, for heaven’s sake, and she hardly knew these men, let alone cared enough to feel jealous. And how these men talked, their language. It should have offended her, yet it didn’t.
“You’re the only woman in the room, darlin’,” soothed Jeff.
“We were students, too, honey,” added Devon, “so you’re just reaping the benefits of our knowledge.”
Alex was not totally satisfied but tried to ignore her feelings. She parted her legs further, and Devon and Jeff stared down at her exposed flesh as though they had never seen a woman’s private areas before. Jeff nearly drooled, and Devon’s eyes darkened even more. Devon pushed a pillow beneath her hips, raising her. He then lay between her splayed legs and kissed his way up to her vulva. He spread her labia apart with his hands and began an assault on her vaginal opening and clitoris. Alex cried out and reached for him, but Jeff captured her hands in one of his and held them above her head. His other hand worked over her breasts as he had done that afternoon, and Alex was again overcome with sensation. Devon’s tongue was magical, and a thick finger came to stab at her opening, pushing up inside of her, twisting and curling. He pinched her clitoris between his teeth and gently pulled, and Alex strained for release. Devon stopped all movement and withdrew.
Alex couldn’t believe it. “Don’t stop, please, Devon, don’t stop.”
Devon slid up her side to face her. “You weren’t supposed to touch yourself. You were told not to.”
“But I want to feel that way again, please,” Alex begged.
Jeff swivelled over her body, kissing her nipples and sucking them into points. He nibbled each beaded end, and the sliver of pain transferred to her clitoris, making it throb and ache. He licked his way down her stomach, over her abdomen, and stopped at her pubic hair.
“She smells like baby powder, Dev,” he commented. “I’ve been trying to fix that scent since we met her. It’s baby powder.”
Jeff nuzzled her curls and sniffed them while Alex squirmed. She should feel embarrassed, but his touch felt so intimate and nice.
“I’d like a little bit left here, just to sniff, Dev. You’re right.” Jeff got up off the bed and walked toward a door to the left.
Alex heard water running. “Devon, what’s going on?” she asked.
“It’s okay, Alex,” he said as he stroked her. “We just want to make sure you get as much pleasure as possible.”
Jeff came back into the room and gestured to Devon. He picked Alex up from the bed and carried her into what turned out to be the master bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi tub for three and a huge shower with a bench. There was a long vanity with three sinks, and the toilet and bidet were set in the corner. This carrying thing seemed a bit much, kind of caveman style, but Alex felt so feminine when they did it.
Devon walked into the shower with Alex and laid her on the bench that Jeff had covered with a towel after warming the water. Jeff sat down and pulled her legs to either side of his waist while Devon cradled her head on his lap. His erection tangled in her hair and poked her neck, distracting them both. Alex was splayed up and open. Jeff lathered her pussy with shaving cream then picked up the razor.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Alex nearly shrieked. “If you shave my pubic hair, it will come back and make me itch.”
“We’ll shave this nice little pussy often, honey,” Devon advised. “It’s our pussy.”
The language these men used. Alex shut up and watched as Jeff carefully shaved away the sparse hair that covered her mound, pulling her labia taut and making sure he didn’t cut her. True to his word, he left a small tuft high up, patting it playfully. Devon passed him the handheld shower wand, a special addition to their unit, and Jeff tested the temperature and pressure. He then rinsed Alex’s pussy, smiling when her body arched at the sensation, especially when he trained it on her clit. Jeff watched for any sign of release and shut the wand off when Alex was nearly there. She slumped back and compressed her lips.
“You are greedy for orgasm, Alex,” said Jeff. “We love it, but you get them from us, each and every time, or you get none.”
Devon pulled her up and out of the shower, and Jeff dried her folds with a warm towel, lingering over the top of her cleft. Alex rose onto tiptoe at the rubbing, and Jeff pressed a kiss to her stomach.
“Time to play some more, Alex,” he announced and guided her back to the bed.
Ale
x fell backward, her legs hanging to the floor. Devon gathered her hands together and pulled them over her head while Jeff knelt between her legs, raising them to fold over his shoulders. He blew on her newly exposed labia and nibbled along the edge. Alex mewled in response, and Devon ran the fingers of his free hand across her throat, collaring her and creating a vibration that trickled down into her crotch.
She was both amazed and slightly horrified as Jeff licked and explored every tiny part of her pussy. He slid his tongue over her perineum and circled her puckered rosebud. Alex flinched in response and protested. He rimmed that opening, flickering his tongue like a snake, and her vagina gushed fluid that poured down to meet his tongue. He used her juice to lubricate her anus and stab his tongue inside. She couldn’t hold back a squeak and heard Devon reassure her. Jeff stabbed inside over and over before returning to her other opening to lap and suck the moisture there. She felt on the very edge of something when he backed off.
Alex lay between the two men, puzzled and more than a little angry, though careful not to show it. She stared at the ceiling as they idly stroked her all over but avoided her nipples and clit. She wanted to reach out and touch their penises, but was afraid she would be punished again. This was not fun, and she was going home as soon as she could.
“Heavy thoughts, Alex,” Jeff teased.
Alex didn’t reply.
“Tell us what you are thinking, honey,” urged Devon.
Alex kept her eyes on the ceiling and shrugged.
“Well, we have some questions for you, and each time you answer them, you’ll get a reward,” said Jeff.
Chapter Four
Alex found herself spread-eagled on the bed and her wrists bound to the headboard with some kind of soft restraints she hadn’t even noticed before. Jeff was doing the same thing to her ankles and then shoved a pillow under her hips. He tested the restraints to make sure they weren’t too tight. Alex wondered at her lack of fear, but she must have checked it at the door because she simply didn’t believe these men would hurt her.
“Look at those tits, Devon.” Jeff chuckled. “All perky and on display.”
Devon smiled and reached out a fingertip to lazily circle a nipple.
“What were you thinking, Alex?” he asked. “And remember what happens if you lie.”
Alex sighed. She wasn’t afraid, but this was a new game, and she didn’t know the rules. When she did, they were so going to be in for it.
“I was thinking that this wasn’t much fun and I wanted to go home.”
Devon wet his finger and traced little circles on one nipple, then the other. Alex quivered under his touch and willed him to continue.
“Good, baby girl,” he replied. “What else?”
“I want to feel the same thing I did when you, when you did that thing in my office.”
“What thing, honey? Be precise,” he ordered, now tapping each nipple. The feeling intensified.
“When you put your mouth on my, my vagina,” Alex answered.
“Say pussy, sweetheart,” Devon said.
Alex huffed then said, “Pussy.”
Jeff guffawed, and Devon glared at him then pinched a nipple.
Alex yelped, “What?”
“Never mind, honey, what else?”
“I wanted to touch your penises,” said Alex on a stuttering breath.
Devon smiled and pulled her nipples up, releasing them only to repeat his actions, and the sensation flowed down to her crotch, her pussy.
“Why didn’t you?” Jeff asked.
“Because I don’t know the rules, and I don’t want to be punished,” Alex choked out.
“Say cock, Alex,” Devon told her.
“Cock.”
“You’ll be touching us soon enough, Alex,” said Devon. “We want to make sure that you enjoy yourself first.” Alex watched Jeff move his hand to her pussy, and he pushed a finger up her. She pushed back, feeling the tiny muscles of her vagina clamp on him.
“Have you had sex, Alex?” he asked.
“You are so pushy! I’d smack you if my hands weren’t tied.”
“Alex.” This time his voice held a low, warning tone.
“Yes, of course, I’m twenty-six!”
“How many times, Alex?” purred Jeff as he stroked his finger in and out.
“Twice. Same guy,” she panted as she wiggled on his digit, seeking release. Devon had resumed his play with her breasts, now rolling the nipples and stroking their tender undersides.
“What did it feel like, sweetheart?” Jeff added another finger, and she was aware that her moisture eased his entrance.
“It was like a big fumble and messy. I didn’t like it. I like this better.” Alex rolled her head from side to side on the pillow, trying to keep her eyes open as Devon kept glancing up to seek her gaze. She felt a bit uncomfortable, stretched, but in a good way.
Jeff stroked a bit harder and swivelled his hand to allow his thumb to press on her clit. “Did you feel him up inside you like this, darlin’?” He punctuated his question with both pressure on her clit and deeper thrusting of his fingers. He came to a barrier and retreated a fraction as she hissed.
“No, maybe, I don’t know,” Alex moaned.
Jeff increased the friction in her vagina and pressed hard on her clit while Devon sucked a nipple into his mouth, flattening it against his palate and sucking hard. Alex came apart, screaming out her release, and then settled back, breathing hard. She felt the ropes being unfastened, her wrists and ankles rubbed gently, and kisses pressed on her forehead and throat.
Jeff and Devon soothed Alex, stroking her and murmuring to her. Her limbs felt fluid, yet heavy, and her crotch, her pussy, seemed to pulse ever so gently. She didn’t want to move, needed to sleep. She felt vaguely aware that sex usually meant pleasure for both parties, or in this case, all parties, but too bad for them. Them and their games.
“I think you’re a virgin.”
Alex blinked her eyes open and tried to replay what she’d just heard.
“I don’t think you had full intercourse, Alex,” said Jeff.
Alex was totally awake now. “What?”
God, she sounded like a total moron. Or a squawking crow. Still, she said it again. “What?”
“There’s a barrier in your vagina, Alex, and I didn’t put my fingers up through it. Devon couldn’t even get that high this afternoon.”
Alex struggled up against the headboard, and two sets of eyes stared at her, dropping to her heaving breasts. Devon reached out, and she slapped at him, causing his eyes to darken and his lips to mouth “punishment.” She had no time to worry about that now.
“Okay, well, if that’s true, then”—she hesitated—“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“We’ve been trying to figure out who gets to pop your cherry, Alex,” said Devon.
Alex jerked at his crude statement and glared at him.
“We don’t want to put you in the position of having to choose and worrying about hurting our feelings, so we’re going to play a game to decide,” he concluded.
Alex didn’t like the sound of that. Another game she didn’t know the rules to.
“I’m not sure,” she started, only to be cut short by Devon hauling her down from the headboard, and her hands were once again secured.
Jeff came back into the room, carrying what looked like an egg timer. What on earth? What was he going to do with that? She tried to push herself away from him using her legs, but Devon pressed close to her side and threw a leg over hers to immobilize it. His penis, well, his cock, ground into her side, and it felt like hot velvet against her hip with a wet, cool spot. Jeff’s was bobbing against his belly, and now she had the absurd desire to kiss it.
“Keep that other leg where it is, Alex, or I’ll add it to the list.”
“What list?”
Derek replied, “The one you have a punishment on for slapping my hand away from your breasts, honey.”
Alex ground her teeth and mutte
red, “This game is skewed.”
Derek laughed and slid his hand between her legs. “I’m going to finger-fuck you, honey, and play with your clit until you come, all with one hand. Jeff is setting the timer to give me three minutes, and he wants to watch. Get ready.”
Alex shrieked at the insertion of his middle finger, struggling to keep her thighs apart, her hips thrusting back on him of their own accord. He alternated thrusts, some deep, some shallow, some quick, some slow, then picked up the tempo as her body matched his rhythm. Devon had somehow found a spot inside her that resonated, and she heard him grunt in satisfaction as he focussed his fingertip there. Alex began to bow up from the bed, and Devon forced his thumb down on the edge of her clit. Again she screamed her release and a gush of fluid coated his hand. Her thighs closed and clamped on his arm.
“Two and a half minutes, buddy,” indicated Jeff. “Good going. But it’ll be harder for her to come the second time, so go get her a bottle of water and a warm cloth.”
* * * *
Devon released Alex and went to fetch the items. Jeff watched him go and thought his buddy would have bounced on his toes with joy if it wouldn’t have looked so juvenile. She was everything they wanted and needed, and they had until Monday morning to learn her body and its responses. In between times they would talk with her and get to know her and her life. The sooner she trusted them, the sooner she would move in, and then the sky would be the limit.
Jeff sat with Alex and rocked her, smoothing her beautiful hair back from her face, allowing her to doze. He could hardly wait to get inside her, ride her to climax, and expend himself in her. Both he and Devon had had raging hard-ons since they met her and no interest in assuaging them with other women. Alex was perfect for them, and they were not going to let her go. He believed it more and more.
Devon returned with the cloth and water, and Jeff gently shook Alex awake. He propped her up and gave her some sips of the water. Then he laid her back and pushed her thighs open, shushing her protest.
“It’s our job to take care of you, Alex,” he told her, “as you’ll give so much to us. You’ll get used to our style in time, so just relax.”
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