Alex moved toward them, wondering at their silence and also at the black silk in Devon’s hand. She spotted a large pillow on the floor at their feet and wondered at it.
“Kneel in front of us, honey.” Devon’s tone brooked no argument.
Alex sank to her knees with the practice of a million prayers said over the years and looked up at them. Devon reached down and tied a blindfold around her eyes, effectively blinding her.
“We’re going to play another game before nap time, honey.” Jeff’s voice soothed her minor jump of anxiety. “You are going to touch our cocks and rub them against your cheeks and lips and guess whose they are.”
Alex nearly smiled, not a little intrigued and a bit triumphant. She knew their smell and how different each was. Jeff smelled a bit musky with a hint of that citrus shave gel he favoured, and Devon smelled spicy with a piney overtone. No problem, boys. She would win this game. But wait.
“What about the winner?” she asked cautiously.
Devon laughed at her quick intelligence. “We win, honey! If you’re right, we get a blow job. If you’re wrong, you get a spanking and then we get a blow job.”
Alex trembled in arousal. She didn’t know how to do blow jobs, though they would probably be happy to teach her. But she liked what happened with spankings, too, so maybe she would get it wrong on purpose.
She heard the men shuffle in front of her and felt the movement in the air, her other senses preternaturally alert given her blindness. She leaned forward and felt around, her hands closing around a cock. Alex examined it in detail with her fingertips then stroked along either side. It pulsed and jerked in her grasp, and she heard a faint moan above her. She reached higher up and tentatively felt at the base of the cock, feeling the suede-like testicular sac. She impulsively cupped each of the egg-like contents, and her hands were immediately removed.
Alex stared upward blindly. “I thought I was supposed to rub it against my cheeks and lips?”
A strangled laugh sounded, and her hands were grasped and placed back against the hard shaft.
* * * *
Tight with arousal, Devon watched her turn her cheek into his cock to press her soft skin against him and then move to rub it against her lips. He held back another groan and felt Jeff’s body struggling with barely contained mirth. He’d almost lost it when Alex had cupped his balls, and Jeff’s amusement was palpable then. The son of a bitch would soon find out what was what when Alex had a try at him. He gently extricated himself and stepped back. Just looking at the woman kneeling, blindfolded, in front of them pushed his darkest fantasies to the forefront, and he didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Time’s up, Alex,” Jeff advised. “Who?”
“You,” she answered.
“Wrong,” Devon nearly growled. He actually felt hurt that Alex hadn’t know it was him she was touching, and then he saw the tiny smile curve her lips. The little wench. She chose to be wrong deliberately so he’d spank her. Well, bring it on, honey.
Jeff had caught the little smirk, too, for he raised his eyebrows at Devon. Like the well-oiled team they were, he hauled Alex up, pulling her blindfold off as he did so, and laid her across Devon’s lap, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. Devon watched as Jeff stood in front of Alex, winding his fist through her beautiful hair, to thrust his cock at her mouth.
“Open wide, Alex,” Jeff ordered. “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth, and you are going to close those lips around it tightly. Understand?”
Alex got wide-eyed at his tone but nodded and actually licked her lips.
* * * *
Jeff held onto his cock so it didn’t jump right into her.
Jeff pushed into Alex’s mouth and felt her lips close tightly around him as instructed. He thrust experimentally, and her lips clung to him. He stifled a groan and avoided looking at Devon, who would be laughing. Payback. He gave a brusque nod in Devon’s direction.
Devon smoothed his hand over Alex’s ass cheeks and rubbed. “I’m going to give you five spanks, honey, and you are going to keep Jeff’s cock in that mouth of yours without opening it once, are we clear?”
Alex bobbed her head in agreement.
“If you let go, or bite Jeff, we’ll bring you up and not let you go over. And we’ll do that for hours,” he threatened.
Alex nodded again in agreement, this time humming her acquiescence.
“Holy shit, Devon, get on with it,” said Jeff, groaning aloud and trying to time a thrust with the downward sweep of Devon’s hand.
* * * *
The smack and the wet sound of Alex’s mouth on Jeff’s cock went right to the root of Devon’s. He had to hurry, or he was going to lose it. He laid four more smacks interspersed across Alex’s buttocks, the last directly on the base of the butt plug. She nearly pulled away from Jeff at that one, but Jeff had a tight hold on her hair and supported her through it.
“Fuck, man, her mouth is like a furnace, so good.” Jeff choked the words out.
Devon could see by the look on Jeff’s face that he was nearly there, so reached between Alex’s legs, finger-fucking her in cadence to Jeff’s thrusts. She humped against him, and he timed it, pulling out to press hard on her clit just as Jeff pumped his cum into her mouth. Alex somehow swallowed and gasped out her climax, and Devon worried she might choke but was aroused at the movement of her slender throat. They had debated about making her swallow the first time but decided not to give her that choice.
* * * *
Jeff sank down beside Alex and kissed her out of her shock. He tasted himself on her mouth, and his ego inflated at how he had claimed her yet again. Alex calmed and pulled back to look at him.
“That was fine, darlin’,” he praised her, refusing to ask her if she was okay for fear she would never allow him to do that again. “Your mouth was made for fucking.”
* * * *
Alex felt a peculiar sense of accomplishment at his words, though her jaw was sore and her lips felt swollen. While she hadn’t minded the taste of Jeff’s ejaculate, it had been a surprise and so hot, and there had been so much of it. She worried she might choke, but he’d held her head at the right angle and her own orgasm had blurred the reality somewhat. She also sensed that he felt a whole lot more excited than he let on, and she felt some power, too.
After turning her to sit on the bench with Jeff, Devon brought her a bottle of water, and she drank it gratefully, resting her head on Jeff’s shoulder. They sat there for a few minutes, Devon watching her, his cock bobbing just in front of her face. Instinctively, Alex knew he wanted her mouth, too. She let Jeff lift her to her feet and tug her with him onto the bed. He pushed behind her to brace his back on the headboard, settling her buttocks between his spread thighs. Her ass rested against his cock, and he began to harden again. Devon duckwalked to kneel upright between Alex and Jeff’s splayed legs. His cock was level with Alex’s face in this position, and she stared at it in awe. He placed his hands on her shoulders, as well supported as she was by Jeff’s body, and looked down at her.
“Open your mouth for me, honey,” he commanded.
Alex obediently opened her mouth, and Devon set the head of his cock just inside her lips. He rested it on her plump bottom lip just like in his fantasy and told her to lick the head. From his vantage point he could see her little pointed tongue dart out to swirl around it.
“Suck me inside, Alex,” he said, and held himself hard against the suction and the heat of her mouth.
“Keep sucking and swirl your tongue around it. Pay attention to the underside.”
* * * *
Alex did her best to follow his instructions. It was so different than what Jeff had done, where he had basically thrust and pumped into her mouth like it was her vagina. This was slower and took technique, and she could taste him and feel very little bump and valley with her tongue. He seemed to like it, too, if his groans and little shudders were anything to go by.
She felt Jeff release her wrists
with a low growl to leave her hands on the mattress, and he began to pull and tug her nipples with his usual skill. She lost concentration for a moment, and Devon spoke sharply.
“Alex.”
Alex tried to keep her focus on Devon, sucking and swirling her tongue. He pushed deeper into her mouth, and she felt him at the back of her throat. Before she could gag, Devon told her to breathe through her nose and relax her throat muscles. She tried, and it helped a lot, but his cock was so big and long, and her jaw was really getting sore. As if he could read her mind, Devon started thrusting harder against her throat. Jeff then inserted two fingers inside her, and the angle pushed against something different, the butt plug making things so tight in there. She began to shudder.
“Swallow!” Devon ordered, and somehow she did. Devon pumped his cum against the back of her throat in rivulets, and she gulped it down as she came apart around Jeff’s fingers.
Chapter Eight
Alex slept with Devon on her right and Jeff on her left. They, too, napped, overwhelmed by Alex’s sweet accommodation and innate sexuality. Devon woke first and went to shower. He came out to dry himself and found Jeff waiting.
“I don’t have the words, man,” Devon said. “We’ve shared women before, but this is different, amigo.”
Jeff got into the shower. He spoke over the sound of the water, but Devon heard him clearly. “I told you she was special. We’re keeping her. As soon as I clean up, let’s get dinner fixed and plan something nice for her for tonight.”
They put fixings for a barbeque together in the kitchen, working alongside one another with well-rehearsed familiarity. Alex had said she wasn’t really fond of a lot of meat, so they had marinated a little chicken breast for her, and Jeff put together a salad while Devon seasoned two huge sirloins and wrapped potatoes in foil. They set the table and found all the necessary condiments. All that remained was to light the grill.
“I don’t think we should fuck her again tonight, especially not at the same time, Dev,” Jeff stated.
“Well, she’s going to have to take the butt plug again in the morning or sleep with it in overnight, buddy, but I think we should wait.”
Devon continued, “I want to spend time with her tonight, maybe watch some tube, eat some popcorn, or even go for a walk or something.”
* * * *
Jeff was so pleased. The sex was terrific, awesome, but he wanted something more, and apparently Devon thought so, too. They didn’t have to try and cram all of Alex’s training into one weekend. No way was that possible.
“Let’s take her to the Club, just for a drink after dinner,” suggested Devon.
It was indeed serious, if Devon was wanting to take Alex to the Club for a drink and not to play. He wanted to show her off, Jeff thought, but in a relationship kind of way. He wanted to as well, though there was a little niggle in his gut about taking Alex there. He chose not to look at it too closely.
Jeff paused in mid thought. “What if Alex just wants to fool around and learn more sex stuff, Dev?”
* * * *
Devon hadn’t thought about that. They had essentially seduced Alex into coming home with them for the weekend to learn about her pleasure, but they hadn’t talked about dating. He and Jeff didn’t really date. They trained and fucked women at the Club, picked up women in bars and brought them home to fuck, together or separately. Christ, Alex hadn’t even asked them about health risks. They knew she was safe, and they always used condoms except for oral sex, but the girl hadn’t even known enough to ask. Unless she just trusted them. His heart swelled uncomfortably in his chest.
“We just won’t give her a choice, Jeff,” he asserted. “We’ll carry her along on our momentum, and I think she’ll like it.”
Devon kissed Alex awake, loving how she mewled and stretched like a tidy little cat in their bed. Wait. He and Jeff had their own bedrooms. This wasn’t anyone’s bed. At least not until now. How could he have it so bad so fast? And why was Jeff on his ass over her, too? He lifted her and carried her to the bathroom, marvelling at the strength in her slight form. Alex used the toilet while he got the shower ready for her, and he hid a smile at her resigned look. Those kinds of boundaries were nonsense when you considered the kind of things they had done to her and were planning to do. They would give her privacy when she evacuated her bowels, as they were sensitive enough to understand that was somewhere even the most liberated woman would not allow them to tread. Devon pushed her gently inside and told her to hurry as they were going to put dinner on the table in a few minutes. He dared not wash her for fear his resolve not to push her any further tonight would dissolve.
“Dev?”
“What, honey?” he asked.
“Can I take the plug out now?” Alex’s cheeks burned, but she stared unblinkingly at him.
“Sure, honey, here, I’ll do it,” he replied.
Alex backed away and shook her head. “No, I can.”
Devon switched from accommodating to dominant in a heartbeat, his gaze darkening and lowering as he watched Alex struggle to hide her irritation
“Come here,” he said, and she shrugged and went to him, water droplets sliding down her body, pooling in her navel and dripping off the ends of her breasts.
Devon struggled to ignore the rising of his little man and put her over the edge of the vanity, causing her to rise on her toes. He slapped her buttocks. Alex quivered and waited.
“Uh-uh, honey, you aren’t going to distract me,” Devon chided just as Jeff came to see what was taking so long.
“I’m going to take the plug out, Jeff, although Alex would like to take care of that little task on her own.”
“We like to do that for you, darlin’. I told you our job was to take care of you.” Besides, he wanted to see her rosebud wink at him again.
* * * *
Devon slowly pulled and twisted the plug out of Alex’s ass.
Alex could see their faces in the wall mirror, both watching intently, and she thrilled to see the raw arousal there, even if she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable. They stared at her bottom hole like they did at her pussy. It was strange, but they obviously really enjoyed it, yucky as she assumed it would be. Their boxers were tented by their erections.
“Alex?” Jeff got her attention. “Your little hole is staying open and showing a rim of pink, darlin’. Devon is one lucky guy to be the first one in there.”
“Well, you got into me first before, Jeff,” she replied daringly, watching his face flush at the memory. She reminded them that the shower was running and then wished she hadn’t been so hasty. Maybe they could have touched her some more and made her come if she hadn’t interrupted them. Mercy, she was some kind of a slut, that’s what she was. But she wasn’t going to think about that now. Monday was in two more sleeps.
Chapter Nine
Jeff was working the grill and Devon was pacing the terrace when Alex came out for dinner. She smiled to herself when she heard Devon’s comment.
“I’m not having any luck here, Jeff, getting rid of this boner.”
“I’ll just go put her nightgown out,” Jeff said.
“Good idea,” Devon agreed.
Dinner was strained at first, but soon settled into an almost easy camaraderie, with the good food and chatter soothing libidos. Alex felt covered to a certain degree, which helped a little, and she enjoyed the conversation. The men talked about their work, or at least the printable parts, and shared more about their growing-up years. College stories had everyone laughing, though Alex had fewer exploits to share. Devon and Jeff did not talk about girlfriends or dating, despite one comment from Alex about their unmarried status, other than to say they had never settled down.
Devon broached the subject of the Club first, not going into great detail, but giving the impression of a place where members could let loose and release stress. He told Alex the Club had a dining room and a bar-lounge area as well as private rooms. He winked at her when he talked of the latter, and she assumed t
hat it might be something like a gentleman’s club.
Alex wasn’t sure she wanted to go to such a place, but Devon and Jeff seemed eager to share some of their life with her, so she agreed. Until she remembered she had nothing appropriate to wear. A brief argument ensued, and Alex found herself putting on some of the sexy underwear she had purchased under her jeans and shirt, with their help of course. Jeff and Devon pulled on well-tailored slacks and shirts. They then drove her to a mall still open for a very quick shopping excursion.
The store was somewhere Alex would never have set foot in. It was costly, for sure, and the clothing would never be suitable for her. Devon and Jeff rifled through the racks after asking her size and brought her a few dresses two sizes smaller. When she pointed out the mistake, Devon quietly told her that quality clothing was properly tailored and differently sized than clothing in a big chain store. Alex was a bit hurt, and he was quick to cuddle her and assure her that her clothes were fine, just not suitable for the Club. This boutique sold high-end merchandise, including jewelry, lingerie, and shoes. Jeff and Devon were familiar with it, having shopped there for other women, though never with them.
They seemed to be having a lot of fun. Alex had thought men didn’t like shopping, though Jeff and Devon had both dressed nicely the two times they came to her office. She hadn’t seen them in anything other than boxers since, unless naked counted, so she didn’t know if they were clotheshorses. She refused a pink dress but took a soft red one and one in seafoam green.
* * * *
Jeff thought Alex looked like a nymph in the green dress, like the wind would take her away. He liked the simplicity of it and how it set off her coloring. The red dress, however, moulded her shape without looking slutty, falling just above the knee in a soft drape. She looked stunning, her innocence obvious but with a hint of sensuality. He saw Devon literally clamp his jaw when he saw her.
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