by Mia Ford
Victor ran his hands down my body and cupped my breasts. Andrew traced the insides of my thighs with his fingers, gently touching me until I was shaking and shivering in his arms. His fingers were so close – yet so far – to my pussy and I desperately wanted him to touch me more.
“You smell so good,” Andrew murmured. He kneeled between my legs and nuzzled my wet panties with his nose. A pleasurable sensation burst in my lower belly and I spread my thighs wide, eager for more of his touch. Victor began massaging my back as Andrew pulled my panties to the side. I could see my pussy was wet and glistening with arousal. As Andrew gently reached out and rubbed a finger against my clit, I moaned loudly. It felt amazing – better than anything I could have imagined. I felt like a wanton slut as I lay there on the bed, thrusting my hips forward, towards Andrew’s hand.
“You’re sexy, Kristin,” Victor whispered in my ear. Andrew gripped my hips and nuzzled my labia again, making me blush.
“She’s so tight,” Andrew murmured. “Tell me Kristin, tell me the truth – are you a virgin?”
My cheeks blushed bright red. Slowly, I nodded my head.
Andrew grinned. He buried his face between my legs, wrapping his lips around my erect clit and sucking until I thought I was going to die of ecstasy. As the feelings surged through my body, I shivered and writhed and panted with lust. Victor tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. Soon, I was sucking his tongue and moaning into his mouth as Andrew continued to pleasure me.
When Andrew pulled away, I gasped. My pussy was swollen and tingling and I was sorely wanting more attention. Andrew climbed off the bed and unfastened his pants, pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. Underneath, he was naked. I couldn’t help but stare at his erect cock. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He grinned at me wickedly when he saw that I was staring.
“Kristin, I’m gonna fuck you,” Andrew growled in a low, throaty voice. I moaned with anticipation as I watched Andrew reach into a side drawer and pull out a condom. He ripped the foil packed open with his teeth and sheathed his erect cock in a thin layer of latex. I gasped as he climbed on the bed.
“No fair,” Victor teased. “I want her, too.”
“Too bad,” Andrew said. He grinned. “She’s mine. I want to pop that cherry before anyone else.” Andrew grabbed my hips and pulled me down the bed, making my body slide against the silk sheets. I gasped as he roughly flipped me over. Now, I was lying on my belly, with my legs spread akimbo and my face bright red with shame and lust.
Victor locked eyes with me. He reached down and stroked his hardness through the fabric of his jeans. As I watched, he rolled his eyes back in his head and moaned with pleasure. It was so erotic watching Victor touch himself. Finally, he unfastened his pants and kicked them to the side. Like Andrew, he was naked underneath. His cock was veiny and thick. There was a shiny drop of moisture beading on the tip and I shivered.
Andrew crawled on top of me, straddling my hips with his muscular legs. I felt the tip of his cock poking at one of my ass cheeks. When I tried to roll over, Andrew pressed me down into the sheets and ground his hips against my ass.
“It’s not fair that I get you first,” Andrew growled in my ear. He leaned over my body, reaching underneath of me and tweaking my nipples until I cried out with pleasure. “So you’re gonna pleasure Victor while I fuck you, Kristin. Can you do that for me?”
I could barely gasp out a ‘yes’ before Andrew grabbed my hips and hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees. He swatted my ass and I cried out – it didn’t hurt, but the stinging sensation mingled with the intense pleasure flooding my body. I gasped again when I felt the tip of his cock poking at my soaked, swollen pussy.
Victor dropped to his knees, shoving his cock towards my face. He smelled musky and intense, like sweat, and I moaned softly as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head forward towards his cock.
“This might sting for a minute,” Andrew growled. He steadied himself behind me with one hand on my waist. I waited for the inevitable pain of his entry, but it never came. Instead, Andrew’s cock slid inside my pussy with one slick motion that filled my whole body with ecstasy. I cried out in pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, moving his hips back and forth until we were joined together.
“Can you suck my cock, Kristin?” Victor asked. Nodding my asset, Victor pushed his cock against my lips. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I opened my lips instinctively.
“Curl your lips over your teeth,” Victor said. “That’s good,” he added, watching to make sure I’d done it carefully enough not to scrape him. As his cock filled my mouth, I moaned as Andrew started fucking me harder from behind. It was almost impossible not to bob my head up and down Victor’s long shaft as Andrew bounced me on the bed. My body was taut, stretched – positively singing with pleasure.
Victor took one of my hands from the bed and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. He gently moved my hand up and down until I realized I was supposed to be doing that on my own. When I took over, Victor let his hand fall to the side. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. I was drooling all over his cock – his skin was soaked with my saliva, but I sucked greedily, as if his cock were the source of everything vital and nutritive that I needed.
Andrew groaned. He grunted and thrust into me from behind, filling my body with spasms of pleasure. Andrew slid one hand under my body and used his thumb to roughly rub circles around my swollen, exposed clit. I could feel that my pleasure nub was poking out of my labia. My legs were spread so far that my thighs ached from the strain, but it was a delicious kind of ache.
“She’s good,” Victor groaned. I started breathing through my nose, letting him push his cock all the way into my mouth. There was something so sexy, so sensual about being humiliated like this – I could barely move, as my body was controlled by the two powerful men on the bed with me. But I didn’t care, everything felt so amazing that I forgot about everything in the world besides sex.
“I’m gonna come,” Andrew grunted. He slammed his cock into me with more force than before. He leaned back, bracing his other hand against the cheeks of my ass. I groaned on Victor’s cock when I felt Andrew’s fingers come dangerously close to my puckered little asshole. Grunting, I tried to sway my hips out of the way but Andrew was stronger. Soon, he was stroking the sensitive surface of my most secret hole with his thumb. The sensation wasn’t dirty at all – it was incredible. It filled my body with a new kind of spasmic pleasure as Andrew fucked me harder than before.
Victor was fucking my mouth, pushing and pulling his cock away from my spit-soaked lips. My mouth was swollen and tingly but I wanted to keep sucking him. I loved pleasuring like this – the sensation of Victor’s cock in my mouth made the juices gush from my pussy more powerfully than ever before.
“God,” Victor grunted. “I’m so close. Make her come, Andrew. Make our little slut come for us.”
Andrew rubbed lazy circles over the taut opening of my ass with one finger and my clit with his other hand as his cock slammed inside of me. I started to feel like something was gripping me between the legs, something elastic and delicious and perfect. As my body jounced around on the bed, I felt something strong pulse through my whole body. Suddenly, I instinctively felt it – I was going to come.
Greedily, I sucked Victor’s cock harder than ever before. Andrew slid his finger into my asshole and gently flicked the sensitive skin as I wriggled my hips and shoved my ass against his cock. The powerful sensations in my belly grew stronger than ever and I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure flow through my body.
When my orgasm hit, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe – it felt too good, too amazing. I moaned loudly onto Victor’s cock, bobbing my head faster than ever before. I could feel the muscles of my pussy and ass clenching Andrew’s cock and fingers as I shuddered with orgasmic ecstasy.
“God,” Andrew moaned. He paused his thrusts, and then I felt his cock twitchi
ng inside of my pussy. I guessed he must be coming powerfully – he tightened his grip on my body until I was almost in pain.
Victor groaned and grunted. He tangled his hands in my hair and pulled my face forward onto his cock until I was practically deep-throating him. Then his cock began to spasm and shake. Seconds later, I felt a hot gush of salty liquid spew down my throat.
“Oh my god,” Victor groaned. He pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and flopped down on the bed, utterly spent. His face was bright red and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
My heart was still pounding from the incredible, raunchy sex that we’d just enjoyed. I could feel my pussy clenching around Andrew’s cock. When he slid out, it was almost a little painful.
My thighs were burning and I collapsed onto the bed in a graceless heap, pulling a sheet over my body to cover my nakedness. Over my body, Andrew and Victor shared a deep kiss.
Andrew raised his eyebrows at me after breaking away from Victor. “So, Kristin,” Andrew said, grinning. “Did you have fun?”
I blushed deeply. From the way Victor and Andrew looked at each other, I had a feeling they understood how I was feeling.
The two men crawled into bed with me in the middle. Andrew pulled a blanket up from the floor and covered our bodies before turning out the light. My mind was racing but my body was exhausted and I felt a sleepy, warm, sated feeling melting across my limbs.
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
In the morning, I felt shy and awkward. I woke up before Victor and Andrew, but not wanting to disturb them, I laid in bed, ruminating over the events of the night before. When it had been happening, it had been such a rush to my senses that I couldn’t even think straight. But now, I couldn’t believe that I’d acted like such a wanton little slut. My cheeks burned with embarrassment (and arousal) as I thought about how good it had felt when Andrew fucked me from behind while I sucked off his boyfriend, Victor. I’d never even come close to having sex before, and yet I’d somehow managed to pull off a sexy ménage a-trois like I was a pro.
Victor woke up before Andrew. He glanced at me, rubbing his eyes.
“Hey,” Victor said. “Sleep well?”
I licked my lips and blushed. “Yes,” I admitted shyly. “This bed is really comfortable.”
Victor smirked. “Yes,” he said, a slight tone of mocking in his voice. “It is.”
On my other side, Andrew woke. He too rubbed his eyes, tousling his dark hair with one hand. I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was first thing in the morning. His dark eyes were practically glowing with excitement and his dark skin made a beautiful contrast with the white sheets of the bed.
“I should shower,” Andrew groaned. His voice was thick and still laced with sleep. “Victor? Kristin?”
“What?” I cocked my head to the side. “Why are you asking me?”
Andrew’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “I’m asking you to join me,” he said, smirking. “So? Will you?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. The three of us made our way down the hall, into a luxe bathroom with a huge shower. The walls were made of glass and there was enough space on the tiled floor for at least ten people to stand inside. Five gigantic showerheads were placed strategically around the ceiling, and I shivered with anticipation when Andrew turned on the spray of hot water. My nipples were already stiff with arousal and my pussy was still wet and slippery from the night before.
“Ladies first,” Victor said, grinning wryly. He pulled open the shower door and made a deep bow. Blushing madly, I walked into the steamy mist of hot water.
The water felt like a rebirth, like a baptism. Andrew gently guided me under one of the showerheads and took a bottle of expensive shampoo from the floor, massaging my hair until my senses were flooded with the fragrant, delicious shampoo. I moaned softly as Andrew pulled me under the spray of the water, rinsing me clean.
“I think she needs a little inspection,” Victor said. He was smirking and soaping his elegant, lean body with a grey loofah. “What do you think, Andrew?”
Andrew grinned. He dragged the soft shower mat closer to my body and dropped down on his knees. When I felt his soapy hands gripping my thighs, I shivered. The same tingle of arousal from the night before spread through my lower belly as Andrew nudged his way between my thighs. This time, when he started gently flicking his tongue over my clit, I was ready for the delicious fireworks that exploded in my lower belly.
“How does she taste?” Victor asked. He was standing behind me, gently soaping my back with the loofah. It felt deliciously scratchy over my soft skin and I shuddered as Victor dropped the sponge to the tiled floor and started eagerly massaging my back.
Andrew wrapped his arms around my ass and pulled my pussy closer to his face. I could feel my own juices dripping down my thighs as Andrew’s scruffy chin rubbed against my puffy, swollen labia. Andrew slid a soapy finger inside of me and gently began wriggling it around. I moaned softly as a shockwave of lust went through me.
“I want a taste, too,” Victor purred in my ear. He dropped to his knees behind me. When I realized what he was about to do, my cheeks burned bright red with shame, mortification, and the most powerful wave of lust I’d ever experienced.
Victor’s wet, strong hands parted the cheeks of my ass. I tensed and strained, nervous that he was about to do something awfully dirty. But when I felt his tongue flicking against the puckered tissue of my asshole, I moaned and relaxed into Victor’s mouth. His tongue gently probed me, running over the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and bucking my hips in either direction.
Andrew slid another finger inside of me and began wriggling his fingers against the walls of my pussy until I was whimpering and crying out for want of release. The twin stimulation of my asshole and clit was driving me crazy, and soon I was bracing myself against the slick tiled wall of the shower, begging for release. I felt Victor’s tongue slide inside my asshole just as Andrew slipped a third finger inside of my body.
“God,” I cried loudly. “Fuck me! This feels so good,” I purred loudly. When my orgasm hit me, it was as powerful as a truck. I groaned and grunted and thrust my hips in every which way, trying to maximize my pleasure. I held my breath, letting the sensation rip through my body until every cell, every nerve had been fulfilled.
Andrew and Victor stood up, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. I half expected them to pull me into a sexual embrace, but shockingly, they just started soaping up and washing off. Soon, the three of us were bantering about Boston sports like we were regulars at a diner, having breakfast and conversation.
After the shower, Andrew wrapped me up in a plush towel and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re doing great,” Andrew said with a smirk. “Even better than I expected.”
I frowned. “What are you even talking about?”
“Get dressed,” Andrew replied. “I’m taking you out for breakfast.”
I didn’t have any clothes but the ones I’d worn into Boston with Megan, but Andrew promised to take me shopping sometime soon. Once I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair and used Andrew’s manly deodorant.
“Come on,” Andrew said, jerking his head towards the door. “Let’s go.”
Victor was curled up on the couch, reading a book. I glanced towards him.
“Isn’t Victor coming with us?”
“I’m working from home today,” Victor called out, not glancing up from the book. I was surprised at his change in demeanor – it was like both Victor and Andrew could go from sex-crazed maniacs to respectable people in a matter of seconds.
Fresh snow had fallen overnight and I marveled at how beautiful the neighborhood looked as Andrew guided me carefully down the icy street. I nearly slipped and fell three times, but each time, Andrew was right there at my side,
gripping my elbow and making sure I stayed on my feet.
“Careful,” Andrew said with a grin as he guided me around the corner. “Don’t want you falling and bre
aking anything.”
This time, there was no hint of malice or anything dark in his grin.
The restaurant Andrew had chosen was really nice – inside was all reclaimed wood and low, dim lighting that made it look intimate and cozy, even though it wasn’t even noon. Andrew ordered lobster eggs benedict for both of us. I didn’t feel hungry, but looking at the menu made my stomach ache.
Everything felt different. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with my stepbrother – that I’d had such raunchy, dirty sex. I felt like a different person. Kristin Calloway didn’t do things like this – had I become someone completely different overnight?
Andrew chuckled. “I know how you feel,” he said, breaking the silence at the table. “Trust me – I’ve felt like that before, lots of times.”
I nodded slowly. “What do you mean?” My cheeks blushed bright red. “How did you know what I was thinking about?”
Andrew snickered. “Your eyes are as wide as saucers, Kristin. Trust me – I know. It’s different, yeah, but trust me, it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything about you as a person. It doesn’t change who you are in here.” Andrew tapped his chest, which I took to mean as a gesture towards his heart.
My blush deepened. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I feel different. I feel like I failed my mom, you know? She always told me…” I trailed off, feeling stupid. Andrew was looking at me like I was a little kid, and I was afraid that he’d judge me if I told him the truth.
“She’s wrong,” Andrew said firmly. “She doesn’t know that sex doesn’t really matter that much.”
I frowned. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Victor’s your…your boyfriend,” I finished nervously, taking a sip of my lemon water.
Just then, the waiter arrived and placed two steaming plates down on the table. I bit my lip, not wanting to say anything else until after he’d gone.