by Ryan Ramsay
“I want a sample of the goods, too,” Ron says.
And just like that, the two men grab each breast and suckle one of my nipples each. I close my eyes and take to feeling the skin hiding underneath their gorgeous locks of hair.
My clit sorely rubs on Logan’s crotch as four hands explore my thighs, running up and down… way down. I can’t believe how good it feels to let myself go and let two guys have their way with me, even in plain view. I have definitely let my inner bad girl out and I don’t even care.
Then, just as suddenly as they started, they stop. I let the light through my now open eyes and finally realize how cool the air feels at the base of my neck. I find both men smiling at each other, and then at me.
“Well,” starts Ron. “As fun as these proceedings are, my dear, I believe there is a game that needs to be played, and to be played competitively if I may add,” he says, while looking at Logan.
“Of course you would think of such a thing right now,” interjects Logan. “Not even a pair of breasts worth three million staring at you right in the face can keep you off the game, can it?”
“You don’t seem to understand that the other gamer in this, our dear comrade Damien, will soon find the bracelet and get the prize if we stay here all day,” Ron says back. “Or do you simply want the fun to end with Christy’s lovely nipples?”
Logan lets out an exasperated sigh and squeezes the skin on my back. Jolts of need run down my spine and down my thighs as the testosterone builds up. I don’t want them to fight over me. I just want both of them to keep going.
“Christy, would you mind coming with me?” asks Ron, quite heavily and in a commanding way. “I would require your assistance, seeing how Logan here has wasted enough time making out with you instead of searching for the bracelet.”
“Like you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you had the chance,” sparks Logan.
“God, no,” Ron says. “I would have waited to win, like a real man.”
“Wow.”
They re-start and flow in a tussled argument as if the existence of a cold, young, topless, horny brunette between them means nothing at all. In Logan’s arms, on his thighs, and in between their heaving chests, it feels amazing to have two hot, unbelievably rich men fighting over me.
It is a new feeling, being the person who causes popping veins and strained crotches. I feel a warm hand snake up my own, and then firmly grasp my tiny fingers in its own.
“Come with me, Christy.”
It is not a request. I let Ron sweep me up and out of Logan’s warm embrace and into his own.
The one man leads me away from the other, with his eye fixed on the path ahead. I follow giddily as my nipples get breathed on by the sun and cooling wind. The best part about all of this is that I don’t care if I’m topless and on part display for everyone to see.
I love it. And I want more.
Chapter Eight
Ron
The human skin is the most fascinating element of all that I have ever encountered. From a distance, it seems to be regular; commonplace, something you would expect to see everyday on another fellow employee or partner.
It would be seen as a commonplace thing; something to be ignored for far more ‘richer’ qualities like wealth, abundance and freedom. On closer inspection, however, the way I see it, it is a collection of the entire universe rolled into flesh.
Skin feels. It feels everything. It knows pain. Pleasure. It knows the feeling of sound from above and rumbles from below. It can tell when you are afraid, and when you are about to strike gold.
It is the next best thing to a perfect sensory system; the perfect treasure trove to understanding what it means to be human, and in my world, what it means to be more.
All I can think about are Christy’s breasts: how cold they seem to be when she strides and jumps; how sharp and supple the still Logan-moist nipples are; how sweet and subtle the areolas around them are, compared to Christy’s lotioned skin.
Though Logan cheated on the rules of the game, all I see are two elements right now – winning the bracelet, and the topless virgin holding to my hand for dear life.
“Why did you let him take your top off?” I ask her.
I carefully use my calm voice, hinting at nothing more than concern. She stops in her tracks as I stoop low and filter through the grass at the bottom of a hedge that feels lucky. It’s not here. I rise and look her in the eye and await a response.
“He didn’t. I did. He just helped.”
“Then this is your lucky day, Christy,” I say calmly, as I let her hand go and calmly unzip my pants.
Her eyes get bigger as I let my cock breathe through the upper lining of my boxers. I reach out and hold both her hands and spread the cooling, mildly clammy hands upon my pelvis. I help her slide the grey restraint off my thighs to reveal my swinging, hardened cock. Boy, does it feel good to watch her gasp at it.
“You like it?”
“Wow. It’s so big. And thick.”
“Just for you. Now, wouldn’t you prefer the one of the three of us who actually has the goods?”
She meekly nods and lets a cold sharp breath escape her whistling lips. The innocence dripping from her is so just, so undefiled, that my basic instinct is to punish her, and to punish her thoroughly. She blatantly kept her virginity for a special date.
Perhaps not. I don’t give a fuck. All I want is to make sure she regrets nothing. I think I can do that, with the right set of hands at her disposal, and the right set of fresh meat at mine.
I strongly tread my fingers up her thigh and up to the innermost side, where I place two of my fingers and caress. Tight. Dripping. Oozing, actually.
I watch Christy as her face contorts in pleasure. Her lips are moist, bitten and her breath is shallow. Her skin; her beautiful, unharmed, unscathed skin ripples in bursts of pleasure and want. I snidely scoff.
“I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“But it feels like you have,” she whispers heavily.
Hmm.
“Who are you wet for right now?”
“Mmh?” she sighs.
“I do not repeat myself. Him or me?”
“You.”
She hesitates for a split second before answering. Even better. I saw how her soul moved to the spirit of the dance when Logan had her in his arms. I saw how much pleasure she got from him; how she held his head in her arms, how she cradled him as he sucked each nipple tenderly, carefully, almost as if in worship.
I pull my fingers out of her cunt and proceed to make her watch me as I place them on my tongue. I swirl it round and round from the base to the tip, till I clean myself of her juice.
She can’t hide the fact that her knees ache and her heart throbs beyond the reaches of her chest; her clit is already engorged. One thing is definitely clear; she needs to be punished.
“On your knees.”
She stands confused for a bit. I smile at her foolishness.
“I do not repeat myself, dear Christy. Do as I say now or face the consequences.”
Meekly, she goes down on her knees. I read the anticipation on her face. I know it. It’s not my first rodeo. But I’ll make sure her first is one she’ll fondly remember forever.
Her breasts swing as she lands on the plushy grass. Her eyes watch my cock as it stands attention in mild limbo.
“Open your mouth.”
She does, and without question.
“Good girl.”
I don’t waste her time and gently thrust my flesh into her waiting wet mouth. I meet the resistance of teeth at first, and it hurts – the good kind of hurt. I pinch her ears and massage her scalp through her bouncy hair to send a message.
She chokes on it. Finally, I can feel her throat.
“There we are, Christy. Now just suck on my cock like the good little girl you are. When I ask you a question, you’ll answer me, all right?”
She looks up at me ever so sweetly; her white bulging eyes nested in the most precious of cheeks and a
tiny snowflake of a nose, leading up to the most kissable lips on the planet, sucking on her first cock. How can I not be the happiest man on Earth at this moment?
“Just nod to answer ‘yes’, and twist your head side to side to say ‘no’. Understood?”
She nods with a movement that really wakes my balls.
“Good. Now. Was that the first time your nipples were sucked?”
She nods again: a yes.
I hold onto her hair and bunch it up into a ponytail – moral support.
“Was that your first kiss?”
Another yes. Wow. She’s truly pure, and clearly enjoying slobbering all over my cock.
“Did you enjoy it with Logan?”
She nods.
“Did you enjoy it with me?”
She nods. God, she can really tighten her mouth down. I’m about to blow into her, and nothing will please me more than to do it down her throat.
But… I need to know. I need to know the truth.
“Did you like it when we both sucked you off? And remember – consequences. Nothing but the truth, Christy.”
Chapter Nine
Christy
I don’t know what to say, really.
On the one hand, I have cock in my mouth. On the other, if I lie, I know Ron will know. And judging by how my body bends to his will, I have no clue how I will react to his consequence.
I loved it. I loved it when both mouths and tongues were on my breasts. And I love it now with his hands behind my head, forcing his overly large penis down my throat.
I can hardly breathe properly, and it chokes me on and off, every quick and slow thrust he inflicts on me. But it’s okay. It’s better than okay. I see his face when I nod and move my head. I see how happy he is. I feel his ball sack tighten and harden.
And now I know. I know that my entire life has been a façade. All this has waiting for me to happen; the real me. All the years swearing off friends and sex and partying and boys have led to this particular adventure. Now I know; I am not the good girl I thought myself to be.
And I nod to his last question.
“Logan!” he calls out hoarsely. Authoritatively.
“Logan!” he calls out once more, after not getting a response the first time.
Ron looks at me and caresses my cheek with care.
“Don’t worry. I know he didn’t veer too far off the path. And I know you miss him, don’t you?’”
“The fuck are you calling me out for, you nut?” swears Logan, who seems to be a couple feet away.
I think I’m anxious to have him see me like this, in this state of debauchery.
“Aren’t you the one who said we’re playing a game?” he continues. “I swear if this is one of your tricks to make sure you win the game – what the fuck, Ron?”
“Glad that you could join us, pal,” snides Ron, with a tighter hold of my hair.
It hurts now. But I cannot stop. I play around the meat in my mouth with the tip and whole of my slippery tongue. He tastes just as I imagine cock should be.
Logan seems taken aback at the sight of his best friend’s pants down and his balls smacking my chin.
“Would you care to know what this little minx just told me?” Ron asks.
“I don’t assume it’s much,” says Logan sassily. His neck is throbbing.
“It’s enough. Christy here has just confided in me that she likes it when we both pleasure her.”
“Ron, if this is one of your tricks to make sure I don’t get the bracelet—”
“Fuck the bracelet. She is wet and ready for the taking, my friend. Join me.”
Drool and pre-cum ooze down my lips. Logan, seemingly quite unsure of himself, watches in heavy silence as Ron moves my head forward and backward to his will. Logan steps closer, and in doing so, as if magically, the woodsy smell of the wind hovers about him.
He seems to enjoy watching me suck Ron’s cock. Just as I knew he would. I’ve become their little slut and I’m loving every second of it.
“Is this true, Christy?” he asks. “Do you like it when both of us pleasure you at once?”
Oh, dear God. I look up at them both and twist my head in a long nod, in a breaking bid to scream from the bottom of my lungs, “Fuck yes! I want you two so bad it hurts. I loved it when you smacked your tongues all over my skin, and wish it was more.”
I still have no idea what’s gotten into me, but they both seem to like it, as do I.
Ron moans loud enough to illicit his balls slipping into my mouth. I gag –it’s down my throat now.
I pull him out just slightly to catch my breath and swallow it back in. Turning my eyes, I lose sight of Logan, only to feel his familiar hot hands at the base of my thighs.
Threatened echoes of pleasure rock my midriff as he skates his thick fingers along the back of my knees and up my thighs. I can feel Logan playing with the juice dripping down my thighs. And then, he stops.
I can’t stop Ron from smacking my mouth and throat deep enough to pierce the rough edges of my soul to understand why Logan’s warmth is gone from me. I focus on tightening my lips and holding onto his strong hands at the sides of my head, slowing him down, taking control.
I look deep into Ron’s eyes as he does in mine. The light from the hazy sky covertly christens him into a golden savior, tearing into the realm of flesh and only taking what can be his.
And then I feel it. I feel it play with my exposed ass. Then it moves to explore my wet pussy lips. It’s huge. It’s thick. And it’s waiting for the right moment. Logan’s cock lines up with my pussy so well, and right here, right at this moment, with Ron’s dripping cock pumping my mouth, his tight balls slapping my chin and another endowed dick about to penetrate me, I clench. Not just my pussy walls, but my entirety.
The spark wilds out into an unquenchable fire that burns me from the inside out. My head burns, and my tongue grows in appetite. I want to taste him. I want his cum deep down my slutty throat. I want Ron to use me as he has used countless girls before me. I moan his name.
He feels the change, the thought, and he knows. He clasps my head and holds still as threads and jets and thickness of his sperm drain down my mouth. I catch it quite unexpectedly as I close my eyes to revel in the heavenly feeling of two men: one waiting, and one vibrating, willing to go down the rabbit hole with me.
Ron tastes like salty yogurt. It may take me some time to get used to the flavor, and now as I plop him out of my mouth slowly to his winces and smile at the mess he must have made to my lipstick, I spread out a suggestion — since my ass and pussy are already spread out for them at this point.
“I need you both to fuck me,” I say, not knowing where my sudden boldness has come from, other than burning desire. “Both of you. Please.”
Wow.
Is this lust?
Is this what Nancy felt when she was sucking Duke off to high heaven?
Could this feeling of being needed be what she felt after cumming over and over again with the slightest touch of his fingers on her?
It must be what Amy has avoided all her life in search of truth and purpose. Fuck that and fuck her.
I choose this. I choose pleasure and debauchery if this is what if feels like.
“Did you hear her, Logan?” says Ron, with a satisfied laugh.
He pets my cheek and plays around the spunk on my chin with his finger. He proceeds to bend down and kiss me deep and with tongue.
It’s as fast as it started, and when our lips part ways and he rises, I feel licked clean.
“Say that once more so that Logan actually hears your voice, little minx. Tell him and the world what you want us to do.”
“I want you two to fuck me hard,” I shout out. “Please, Ron. Please, Logan. I ache.”
“I found the bracelet! I fucking win!”
Damn.
I forgot about that.
Damien comes into full view of the three of us from beside where Ron’s pants are. His face is mixed – showing both a disappoi
nted kind of shock as well as unbridled victory.
I look at Logan’s cock and then turn to look at the wet, still hard cock that was in my mouth a short while ago. Politely, I turn to Damien.
“I am so sorry. The only one I didn’t help find the bracelet found it. Congratulations, Damien. I truly apologize. I was just too busy having fun with these two guys.”