Peter didn’t look at Sean, who didn’t speak, but his face promised retribution. Oh God, what had they created? The little minx was really getting into their kink, and it promised to be a fine week. If he survived it.
“Peter?” Jillian prompted. “Or would you prefer we practice on you, seeing as I’m sure you want to shove your appendage where the sun don’t shine, too.”
Sean and Peter stared at one another, and Jillian burst into laughter. She laughed until the tears stood in her eyes.
“Seriously,” she said. “If we are going to experiment over the next six days, then you are going to experience some new things, too. I know you like to be in charge, and I’m going to honour my promise to you and maybe fulfill every fantasy you have, if it doesn’t hurt, but I might want equal time.”
Sean was the first to speak. “Okay, babe, but then the gloves are off. We won’t hurt you except for some erotic pain to increase and prolong your pleasure, just so you remember that you are in this full bore. And there are a couple of lines we won’t cross.”
Jillian waited, and Peter stared at Sean like he had never seen him before.
“I’m not fucking or blowing Peter, or jerking him off, period. I’ll hand you toys, help you figure out how to use them, teach you how to restrain him, and I’m sure he’ll repay the favor with me. He and I may do some incidental touching, like when he’s fucking you from behind or is filling your ass and needs me to touch your clit or bring you off touching your breasts, or when we’re both inside your pussy together, but that’s it.”
Peter just kept nodding his head, his cock at such attention and so hard he thought he might die from it. His cock bobbed right along with his head.
“Will you kiss one another?” Jillian asked quietly. “I’m not interested in watching you fuck one another in any way, but I’ve always wanted to see two good friends, two guys who like one another, heck, love one another in a purely friendly way, kiss.”
Sean stared at her. “Maybe on day seven.”
Peter figured he had been abducted by aliens and was in a parallel dimension. Christ, what a ride. What the hell.
“Okay,” Jillian said, obviously getting with the program.
“Peter, get on the bed, in the middle. Sean, tie his hands and feet to the bed and put that strap across his belly.”
Peter went along with the otherworlder’s commands and allowed his best friend, who clearly had been brainwashed like one of those pod people, tie his sorry ass to the bed. He might have been able to wrench free, but he had installed the restraints himself with a view to some permanence. Crap.
Jillian examined the vibrator, turning it on through all the settings. She then looked at Sean and told him to pull a chair up beside Peter’s hips and sit. Sean smiled evilly at Peter and did as she asked.
Jilly knee-walked up between his splayed legs and crouched over his cock. She blew across it, and Peter fought back a moan. She instantly engulfed him in her hot mouth, totally taking him off guard, and he tried to surge up, thwarted by the strap across his abdomen. Jillian sucked him hard and used her clever tongue, especially on the underside of his cock, tracing the vein and then swirling over the head. He let his appreciation show in his groans of pleasure and moved his hips as much as possible.
Jilly let him go with a distinct pop and turned to request that Sean pass her the lube. He panicked a little, and she soothed him with strokes down either side of his hips. When he relaxed, she sucked him to the root again, no teasing, just total suction, and swallowed against him. Peter fought against coming, wanting to prolong the pressure, the request for the lube reminding him to be cautious. He wished Sean hadn’t shared how he liked to fuck mouths because somehow he knew Jillian had stored that little gem of knowledge away and was changing things up. Jillian sucked and swallowed in earnest, her hair brushing his balls as they drew up in preparation to blow. Then she slid a lubricated finger into his anus and stroked his prostate. The top of Peter’s head blew off as he came in stream after stream. Jillian struggled to swallow it all, but some of his ejaculate spilled from the corners of her mouth as she released him and raised up to look him in the eye. Peter wondered how he had ever lived without her.
* * * *
Sean thought he had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and it turned him on in a big way. He was jealous of what Jillian had done to Peter, although that was tempered by wariness of what she had in store for him. Somehow he thought she would be harder on him because he was more dominant than Peter. However, he had never backed down from a challenge, and he somehow knew whatever Jilly did, it would be pretty awesome in the end. He hoped.
Peter managed to change places with Sean, despite appearing boneless. Jillian helped him tie Sean to the bed and put a pillow under his buttocks. Sean’s eyes narrowed when that happened. Jillian took a different approach with him, setting the vibrator down and crouching over him, lubing up her hands. She stroked him, gently at first, then with increasing force. She masturbated him much like he did himself. Women tended to be less aggressive when it came to touching men, but not Jillian. The hard, silky slide of her hands over him felt pretty damn good, but he couldn’t relax into it and let go. She was going to pull something, and the little bit of trepidation increased his arousal. How quick she learned. He heard the vibe turn on, and then it was held against his cockhead. Fuck! How was it that he hadn’t thought of that himself?
Jillian smiled at him. “I watched some porn at a hen party and always wanted to try this, Sean.”
She maneuvered the vibe around and around the head of his cock and then up and down the underside. Sean felt pleasure close to pain and screwed his eyes shut against it. He jerked in shock when her lips came down to take just the head inside and swirl her tongue around, the vibe now tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. Sean began to come from somewhere deep within him and then gave over with a shout as the vibe was pushed and held between his balls and anus. He saw stars and then opened his eyes to watch his woman wipe the back of her hand across a satisfied smile. If there had ever been a doubt, there was no longer. Jillian was for sure theirs. Forever.
* * * *
The three of them stood in the shower stall, Jillian in the middle. Sean had gently removed the butt plug, and to her surprise, Jilly felt empty and aching. All parts were washed and washed again as their arousal built, although both Peter and Sean didn’t seem quite up to snuff yet. She bet that neither was certain that giving her control was something they should do again, but on the other hand, it had turned out pretty well for both of them. Jillian got lost in her thoughts.
“Jillian.” Sean brought her back to the present. “Time to hold you to your promise.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” Peter said. “Time to get you back to bed and move you up a size in the plug department.”
Jillian didn’t protest. She believed they wouldn’t really hurt her and was already thinking ahead at trying her hand at applying plugs herself, although not up her own ass. Secretly she was stuck on the “inside of her pussy together” thing Sean had talked about, but she probably had misheard him.
Sean spoke in her ear as he wrapped her up in a big towel. “Before either Peter or I let you near our assholes with a plug, there’s going to be a big price paid, up front.”
Jillian shivered at how he read her thoughts and at the dark promise in his voice and saw Peter’s equally dark smile from the corner of her eye. Bring it on, boys.
Peter did the honors this time, carefully lubricating her anus and the plug, inserting it gently while Sean watched. There were no distractions this time, and she felt the burn increase as she was stretched more, but the sight of Sean’s intent face and Peter’s equally fascinated one, reflected to her gaze by the mirror on the opposite wall, had her pushing back on the plug, wanting more. Their arousal intensified hers. This may have been about a week of no-holds-barred sex, but Jillian found herself wanting more, just as she had feared. The least she could do was take everything bei
ng offered and take as much as they would give her. She just hoped she would leave with her heart intact. They kept implying that this wasn’t a short-term thing, but time would tell.
“Sweetheart?” Peter’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Umm?” she responded.
“Something a little different now. You’ll like it.”
Uh-oh. That tone was a signal to her that something just might not be so much to her liking. Jillian stiffened. Sean slid under her and pushed her, with Peter’s guidance, to her hands and knees, getting rid of the pillow. Peter secured her hands to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard, leaving her pussy suspended over Sean’s mouth. This wasn’t different. This was heaven, she thought, as Sean’s tongue flirted into her folds and lashed her clit. Not different until Peter brought something long and hard down on her ass, tapping the end of the plug. Jillian shrieked and fought Sean’s grip on her hips, unable to escape the blows as they drove her onto his tongue. The movement of the large plug, the heat and sting on her buttocks, and the torture of her clit had Jillian clenching and rolling, now arching back into the spanking. She heard whimpers and mewls that could only be coming from her as her orgasm built and built on her assaulted senses. Peter thrust three fingers up her vagina to add to the mix, and Jillian broke all over Sean’s face. Even in her altered state, she felt him smile.
Sean moved out from under her and patted her ass. “Good one, babe?” he asked.
Jillian mumbled into the mattress. She heard drawers opening and closing as the men muttered about the pump, Sean accusing Peter of not putting things back where they belonged. She turned her head and tried to see them through the veil of her hair.
“Guys?” she asked. “Do you fuck a lot of women together?” Somehow she felt more sad than jealous, and it showed in her tone of voice.
Peter lay down beside her and kissed her cheek, her temple, and then her hair.
“We prefer sharing, honey, I won’t lie,” he answered, “but this is different, Jilly, really. Don’t be sad. There’s no need to be sad.”
Sean stood beside the bed, silent, just staring at her. Finally he said, “No changing the past, babe. We didn’t know you then, and that’s the sad part.”
Jillian felt more reassured by Sean’s thoughtful response. He made no real attempts to placate her, although Peter was sweet. She just hoped it really was different.
Sean turned back to fumble in the other drawer and made a sound of satisfaction. “Found it.”
“What?” Jillian asked.
“I’ll show you, babe. You’ll like it.”
Right. Jillian felt him at her buttocks, and then the plug was jostled. She clenched on it, hearing an air-filled pumping sound, and then the plug increased in girth. Holy crap.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yelled. “Stop it. The plug is getting bigger and…” Jillian had to stop and breathe through the burn and the interesting little thrill.
“We’re going to play a little game, babe. Of course the odds are totally stacked in our favor, just like Scrabble was in yours. Oh, don’t think it wasn’t obvious,” Sean replied. “And then there’s the lawyer boy crack to deal with. Speaking of cracks.”
He ran his fingers up her cleft to capture her clit, pinching lightly and pulling it to stand alone from the surrounding flesh.
“Pass me another pillow, Peter. We want a nice view. And then I’ll tie her ankles off halfway up the footboard.”
Jillian was hoisted onto a mound of pillows, her back supported and her body totally restrained from any movement, aware that her privates were on display, her ass plugged. She felt her own lubricant begin to drip from her opening and oil her labia. She waited with bated breath for what they were going to do next.
“Peter is going to use that vibrator on you, Jillian. If you come, the plug gets a pump bigger. To be fair, he’ll only stimulate you for a minute at a time then give you two minutes respite. If you haven’t come after six times, I’ll take the plug out. If you come six times, then the plug will have stretched you enough to take my cock. So, fun for you but ultimate fun for us. Any questions?”
Jillian growled at him, “Payback’s a bitch, lawyer boy.”
Sean laughed, and Peter bounced up off the bed to take the vibrator in hand.
Jillian fought against the stimulation of the vibrator, doing multiplication tables in her head, thinking of cold winter days, and counting backward from sixty, in French. She somehow made it through the first minute, her body covered in perspiration, her heart pounding. She heard the men confer above her but couldn’t concentrate on the words. Two minutes to gather her defenses. A warm touch of some kind of substance was applied to her clit and opening. What the hell? It warmed some more and tingled. Maybe it was some kind of stimulating gel.
“That’s cheating!” she accused.
“And we have to use spell-check, honey,” was Peter’s only response, unless she counted the slap on her ass.
The vibrator returned, and her orgasm rolled over her. No contest. The plug inflated and prolonged the sensations. She was going to die from pleasure. There was no way she could endure five more. Time to negotiate.
“Uncle.”
“Not yet, babe,” crooned Sean. “Trust us to know that you can come more than once.”
“I can’t, please,” she begged.
“Nope.”
Peter inserted the vibrator this time and used it skillfully high inside her for a prolonged minute. Just as she felt the tremors of a vaginal orgasm, he pulled it out to hold it directly on her clit. Jillian screamed with release and wound her fingers around the restraints just to stay connected to the earth. This time Sean waited to inflate the butt plug, and she rocked as best she could to accommodate it, knowing that the next orgasm would follow swiftly on the fullness. And it did, with the vibrator turned up high and left pushed up into her. Jillian thought her clit would swell and burst. Her vagina seized, and her eyes popped as the plug surged to press on the vibrator.
“No more, please, no more,” she gasped. “I give. I can’t. Anymore.”
“So what’s the negotiation, babe?” Sean asked, his voice deep and aroused. “One offer only.”
“I’ll take the full six pumps, I will,” Jillian babbled.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he answered. “Peter, how about five pumps and one more orgasm. A really big one this time?”
“I’m going to fucking well kill you both,” she moaned, then immediately wished she hadn’t said that.
The plug inflated once, and then she felt the slender vibrator push inside its center.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Sean, please, Peter.”
The vibrator hummed and totally woke up her ass. She continued to beg, but now she was begging for another orgasm. A finger slid over her clit and teased it as two more digits pushed up her vagina. The pump inflated, and the vibrator picked up speed. Jillian’s heart pumped in her temples, and she gasped for breath. The soles of her feet tingled, and the feeling raced up her calves, her thighs, and between her legs. Someone slipped a hand under a breast and unerringly found a nipple, then pinched, hard. She went up like a firecracker, sparkles, sparks, crackles and all, and then knew nothing as every muscle went slack.
Jillian came out of her trance balanced on Peter’s lap, his arms tight around her. Sean had her feet on his thighs and was massaging the arches. Her ass throbbed, although not with any real pain, just fullness, and she realized the plug was still inside of her. That was why Peter had placed her just so. He didn’t want to put any more pressure on the end of the plug. He was so thoughtful, although that wouldn’t cut any ice when it was her turn to torment him. She idly wondered how it would feel for him to have the vibe up his ass while she fucked him or blew him. So many possibilities.
Sean caught her thinking and smiled. “Recovered, Jillian?” he asked. “You looked like you were having a good time.”
Jillian smiled back and saw him flinch the tiniest bit at the set of
her lips. Payback was indeed a bitch.
Sean would be the one to get to know the vibrator more intimately, Jillian decided in that moment. Peter might like to have a close and personal encounter with a butt plug. She stretched a little and reached up to place a kiss on Peter’s cheek, noting the darkening in Sean’s face. They might share, but it didn’t seem to be totally without jealousy. It was something to file away for later.
Peter turned her to face him, his eyes serious.
“Jilly, sweetheart, I want you to listen carefully. If you try to play Sean or I against one another, there will be consequences, I promise. No, let me rephrase that. A punishment. One you will absolutely not like. This thing between us all is new because it’s committed, and we’re learning as we go along, but that’s a game you will not play. Understand?”
Jillian was shocked at how well Peter had read her. She felt a moment of shame and guilt. He was right. It wasn’t okay to mess with a friendship just because she could.
“Understood.”
“Fine,” Peter said. “Then up you get. We’ll put our really late lunch together while you have a soak. We have big plans for later.”
“Can I take the plug out?” Jillian asked.
“I’ll do that for you, babe,” Sean advised, his tone brooking no argument.
“What is it with you and asses?” she asked.
“I can see I’ll have to pay more attention to your other orifices, Jillian. Just know that your anus isn’t exactly a place most people consider a cock will fit, and I’m not going to cause you any problems there. You need to be properly prepared. So don’t argue with me.”
Jillian almost laughed. He was going to fuck her ass, just as Peter was, but didn’t want to cause her any harm. Talk about convoluted. Although, truth to be told, she wasn’t nearly as anxious about it now. The anal play had overcome most of her concerns. And that last orgasm, well, if getting ass fucked was going to match that one, she thought she’d like a sample or three. Sean removed the plug with little fuss, although his intake of breath when he observed how her opening must have stretched said volumes. The soak in the tub relieved most of her aches and pains. She thought she might take up yoga, just to be able to stretch easier, then quickly shut the thought down. This experience might end in a week, and she didn’t want to look past that at possible heartache.
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