Loading...Two on one. It almost wasn’t fair. But who had the upper hand, really?
Crystal struggled in Marcus’s grasp. His powerful arms wrapped themselves around her own, bringing them behind her and making it impossible for her to move her upper half. Still, she had to try. It made the whole thing that much sweeter.
That and the fact that it made Marcus push himself closer to her to try and stop her from moving. She could feel his lithe body trying to still her, and it made it all better to writhe against him.
Let’s not forget the man in front of her. He moved like a panther stalking his prey. Taut muscles rippled under his too-tight tee-shirt. His almond-colored eyes moved over Crystal’s body with a mixture of desire and boredom; it was a combination she was sure was only a mask for what he was really feeling. But it was unnerving none the less.
“Well, Crystal,” Roland said with an evil grin. “I guess you’re ours tonight. Marcus, having a little trouble keeping her in line?” His silky voice sent shivers in all of the right places low down in Crystal’s body.
“She’s a little feisty, Roland.”
“Hmm. I guess we’ll just have to give her something to really struggle against.” Roland slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing a set of washboard abs and fabulous pecks. His biceps bunched enticingly as his arms crossed over in front of his face. Crystal stopped enough to enjoy the sight momentarily before realizing that his shirt was probably not the only one coming off. “Do we think she realizes what fun this will be, Marcus?”
“You may have to do a little convincing first, but she will.”
Crystal saw a smile spread over Roland’s face. “Convincing, eh?” He took a step closer to the other two, and he was close enough to put a hand out and touch Crystal’s face lightly. She could feel the heat radiating from him, making her body tremble. “I think I can manage that.” Behind her, she felt and heard Marcus chuckle. His whole body moved slightly up and down across her back, sending shivers across her own body. Roland felt them through his hand on her cheek, and his smile broadened. “But I don’t think it will take much.”
Slowly, never taking his eyes off her face, Roland slid his fingers enticingly own her neck to the collar of her shirt. Then he nimbly began unbuttoning her blouse. Crystal was tempted to try and kick at him, but it didn’t seem like something she really wanted to do, only something that she should do. She really shouldn’t let him undress her and ravage her, but damn if it didn’t sound like so much fun. And the look in his eyes told her it would be worth it, oh so worth it.
Just for the fun of it, she tried letting Marcus let go of her arms once more. She twisted her upper body left and right, but she only succeeded in rubbing her chest against Roland’s hands, and her arms against Marcus’s chest. Marcus pulled her arms tighter together, making her gasp from the tension. Roland just smiled and started unbuttoning her slacks.
The cool air hit her bare stomach and caused her to shiver once more. Her nipples tightened under her tan lace bra, and she saw Roland’s eyes move down and take notice. His callused fingers slid slowly up her stomach and stopped just shy of her bra, sending goose bumps across her flesh. Crystal felt her breath catch in her throat at the sensual touch and fought to keep her eyes from closing and savoring the moment. Roland looked upwards and caught her gaze once more. “Marcus, let’s help Crystal remove her shirt, shall we?”
Rough fingers slid slowly across her breasts and took hold of the fabric of her blouse. The material was gently pulled lower so that her shoulders were exposed, but then they ran into the problem of Marcus holding her arms behind her. Marcus removed one of his arms and took hold the material, pulling it between the two of them so that he still had her arms in the crook of one of his. Funny, it almost seemed as though he had done this before.
Crystal’s focus was momentarily split between Marcus running his free hand down her now-bare arms and Roland’s hands undoing the front closure of her bra. She had never had so many hands roaming her body, and it was a heady feeling. She wasn’t sure what to focus on first. She could feel her heart speeding up and her body temperature starting to rise despite the lack of clothes.
“Will you let Marcus take this off you, too?” Roland whispered as he slid his palms over her nipples and across the top of her chest to grasp the shoulder straps of her bra. Crystal moaned and nodded her consent. The two men performed the same trick to remove her bra as they did with her blouse, and there seemed to be more hands moving over her skin this time, if that was possible.
Roland’s hands descended seductively down her sides. When he reached her hips, a devious smile lit up his face. Crystal watched, fascinated, as he dropped down to his knees in front of her. His hands almost spanned the front of her waist, and she let herself close her eyes and savor the amazing feeling of his rough skin caressing her hip bones. She couldn’t help it; that was one of the spots that made her heart skip a beat and her breath quicken. And she could sense that he knew what effect he was having on her and wanted to capitalize on it.
As if on cue, both men bent in and began nibbling at her skin. Marcus trailed small bites across her bare shoulders and the nape of her neck. Roland nipped at the tips of her exposed hips. A cry of desire escaped from Crystal as her body trembled with ecstasy. Her knees would have given out on her if it hadn’t been for Marcus holding her tightly to him. She couldn’t make up her mind to beg them to stop or continue.
Roland pushed her slacks and matching tan lace panties down her hips and thighs, trailing soft bites after his heated hands. He could feel her legs tremble and threaten to give way under his hands. He looked up past Crystal’s closed eyes and nodded to Marcus. Marcus then lowered Crystal and himself to a kneeling position on the ground so that she wouldn’t inadvertently hurt herself. She looked straight on into Roland’s eyes questioningly.
“Now, lovely, we wouldn’t want you to fall, would we? I know that Marcus and I have good control of ourselves, but I’m not so sure of you at the moment. I love the fact that I can make you lose control.” The last bit was almost a growl, his voice got so low with sexual aggression. It gave Crystal the chills. And a little bit of anticipation.
Kneeling there on the soft carpet between two men was intoxicating. Knowing that she had virtually no control of the situation was thrilling. Not knowing what was coming next was exhilarating. Having two sets of hands and teeth making their way across her body was almost too much to bear. Crystal’s body was on fire, her nerve endings alive and tingling. Marcus didn’t need to hold her arms back and restrained, she couldn’t move them if she wanted to. Her body wasn’t her own to control any longer. She couldn’t think straight enough to force it to move at this second.
But just in case, Marcus held her wrists behind her back with one hand. The other was caressing her naked back and shoulders, marveling at the soft flesh underneath his touch. She was like putty in their hands, he could sense it. She would do anything they told her to do at this moment. And they had a lot planned for her tonight.
In front of her, Roland was struggling with her slacks. He should have taken them off before they let her kneel, but he was afraid she would hurt herself. Damned if he didn’t feel totally uncoordinated trying to get her pants under her folded knees. “Okay, you two are going to have to help a little bit here,” he finally said. “Let’s work together and get this sweet thing totally undressed.”
Coming back to herself slightly, Crystal sat down and stretched her legs out in front of her so that Roland could pull at her slacks and panties. She figured that she could either cooperate, or have her pants pulled off in a very unlady-like fashion. It took all three of them to stop her from tipping over or kicking someone, but within a few moments they finally managed to undress her. Roland settled himself between her legs and gazed at the treasure he had unearthed.
A small brown strip of short hair pointed down to Crystal’s shaved pussy. Roland trailed a finger down that stretch of skin and watched the woman that owned it dance with pleasure. She drew her feet up under her knees and spread her legs open for him. God help her, but she wanted him to touch all of her. She wanted to feel that finger caress her most intimate flesh and make her cry out in pleasure.
Looking into her eyes once more, Roland lowered himself to the floor. Once he was laying between her legs, he inched closer slowly so that he could just lick her hips. With his finger still just above her clit and his mouth mere inches away, he could feel the tension that was singing inside of her. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Marcus above her shoulder waiting to see what he would do next. Slowly he began moving his finger lower, over her clit with a wiggle and down to her pussy lips. His mouth traveled inward and his tongue made a slow path towards her clit.
When Roland made contact with both of Crystal’s intimate areas, Marcus bit into the vein on the side of her neck with just enough controlled brutality to totally excite her. Her body jerked as the pent up tension exploded into a fantastic orgasm. She cried out as Roland continued his administrations and made the tremors grow and grow. Marcus threw an arm around her chest to stop her from thrashing about and held on to his hold on her neck.
“Oh god!” she cried out and thrust her hips into Roland’s face. “Oh!” Wave after wave of orgasm crashed into her. She could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching with release. The foreplay caught up to her as her body exploded and wouldn’t stop. She could sense it, the more they touched her, the more she would orgasm. Her body would not stop until they did. “Stop,” Crystal panted as she tried to remove herself from Roland’s touch. “Please! I can’t take it!”
Marcus drew back from her neck slowly, but kept an arm around her chest. Roland had not stopped, and Crystal was still shaking and crying out. Her legs had moved straight out in front of her, or as straight as they could get with Roland between them, and Marcus thought that she was trying to close them with as much strength as she could muster at the moment. Roland was holding them open with his forearms as he continued to tongue her clit and finger her pussy.
Crystal collapsed onto Marcus’s chest, her head thrown back. If her eyes were open, she would have seen a look of total shock in his face. Letting go of her wrists, Marcus moved her arms to her sides and held onto each of them individually. With her torso free, she arched her back and cried out as another huge wave of tormenting pleasure crashed over her.
Roland looked up at the beautiful creature writhing above him. Her breasts were thrust forward, her stomach pulled taut. He just had to lick his way up her like a scrumptious ice cream cone. He came up onto his knees and slid his hands to her hips. Then he gave her clit one last flick and began trailing his tongue across her hips and stomach. Her breath quickened, if that was possible, as he found that flat plane between the belly button and the pelvis. He could feel her muscles quiver and hear the blood pulsing quickly throughout her body. It sent his own blood racing.
“Let’s find somewhere slightly more comfortable than the floor, shall we?” Marcus suggested as Crystal pushed herself into him once more and almost toppled him backwards. “I’m sure there’s at least a couch around here somewhere.”
Roland looked up and saw what difficulties Marcus was having, and had to smile. Here he was having all the fun, and Marcus was dealing with the consequences. He nodded. “Let’s go into the next room. There’s a nice, large, comfortable couch. We may have to help sunshine here move.”
Marcus smiled as he looked down at Crystal. She was still motionless, except for a few twitches while her body tried calming down. Her eyes were shut and her breathing erratic. If he didn’t know better, he would have said she was asleep. “I’ll take the top, you get the bottom?”
“Sounds like a game plan.” Roland liked the double meaning. Gently, the two men gathered Crystal in their arms and stood up. They made their way into the next room where, as promised, there was an overstuffed sofa that looked like it could hold all three of them laying down. Marcus sat sideways with Crystal once again between his legs. She squirmed into a more comfortable position, hooking her arms over his legs and propping her head on his chest. Funny, you would almost think she was enjoying herself.
And she could tell that Marcus was enjoying the evening so far. In the small of her back she could feel his erection pushing against her. When she moved to get into a better position, she made sure to rub against him. It was time to start repaying some of the pleasure. Opening her eyes, she saw Roland smile from his position standing above her, and she knew that he was aware of what she was doing. What a sadistic, sensual smile he had. It was a smile that said “I know what dirty fantasies are in your mind, and I’m going to make them all come true.”
“Sleeping Beauty has awakened,” he teased. “Welcome back to the land of the coherent. Are you ready for more?” Without waiting for a response, Roland grabbed her legs and pushed them open. “I think you are.”
Crystal fought to keep her legs closed. As much as she loved what Roland had just finished doing to her, she wasn’t sure if she could handle a repeat performance so soon. She fought to release her arms from Marcus’s grasp so that she could push away from the two of them, but Marcus’s hands were like vice grips on her wrists. He let her move just enough so that she wouldn’t hurt herself, but nothing more. She twisted her upper body and hips to try to dislodge either of the two men, but to no avail. The only thing she was accomplishing was pressing herself against Marcus.
“You’re so sexy when you fight back,” Roland growled. “Keep doing it, it turns me on.” He climbed up onto the couch to get a better hold of her legs. “I like to see you struggle when there’s no chance of you winning.” Dropping his head lower, he bit at her thigh. “You’re not going anywhere, sweets.” Forcing her legs open with those powerful arms, Roland dropped his head to her pussy. “I told you, you’re ours tonight.” With one last glance up her struggling body, he began licking between her pussy lips.
Crystal cried out, half in agony, half pleasure. She tried to pull herself away from Roland’s talented tongue, but with Marcus at her back there was no where to go. In vain she again tried to free her arms. She pulled forward, trying to break Marcus’s hold, but it wasn’t going to work. Like Roland had said, she wasn’t going anywhere. She couldn’t even sit and enjoy herself fully, because the pleasure was too intense. Her body was overexcited, and it was becoming more painful than pleasurable.
But just when she thought there was no hope of a pleasurable release, Marcus once again bit into her neck. While she was pulling her arms forward, he had let her body move away from his just enough so that he could bend down and find that sweet spot in between her shoulder and ear that always drove her insane. He “chewed” on her neck, sending shock waves down her body to pulsate deep within her core. Crystal let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a shout as her body was once again torn into a thousand flaming pieces of ecstasy.
Both men felt her body quiver with the release, and this time they did slow down and stop. Marcus released her neck, but left his head nuzzled in the crook of her shoulder. Roland lifted his head and gazed up the length of her. Her thighs were clenching and fighting to close around him, so he let them. Crystal wound her legs together behind his back, trapping his upper body against her stomach. And still she shook with aftershocks.
Maybe it was being trapped between two men, one pushed against her back, and one she herself trapped against her front. Flesh touching flesh touching cloth (Marcus was really going to have to shed some clothes soon) and all of it hers. She felt powerless and empowered, trapped yet free, and totally aroused. She shivered at the thought, and another small orgasm burst into life.
“Marcus? Do we think it’s our turn?” Roland questioned with that knowing grin. “I’m sure she could use a break. What better way to let her rest than to let her return the favor?”
Crystal could feel Marcus smile into her collarbone. “I think that’s a terrific idea. She’s definitely gotten the best out of this deal so far. Turnabout, and all.” Warm breath trailed across her skin, and mixed with the thought of what might happen next sent a new volley of tiny electric shocks coursing through her body. She could think of hundreds of things that these men could make her do right now, and most of them she would do willingly. What, she wondered, did Roland have in mind for her now?
“Okay, sunshine. First thing first, I think we all need to be naked. Marcus, you can let go of her hands for now. I think she’ll be a good girl, won’t she?” Roland sat back slowly, letting Crystal unwind her legs from him without forcing her. He now sat a few feet from her on the edge of the couch, probably the farthest from her since unclothing her. Behind her, Marcus pulled back and released her wrists. She was free to try and escape, if that’s what she really wanted.
But what if she wanted to try and escape just so that they could dominate her even more? The thought intrigued her. Would Roland begin to use force with her if she disobeyed? Would Marcus use that strength as more than just a mild deterrent? Crystal was very tempted to find out. Up until now, the men hinted at violence, but knew it wasn’t necessary. Even now, with her thoughts of disobedience, it would only be to stretch the limitations. Should she go quietly into submission, or see what their backup plan was?
“You’re entirely too still, gorgeous.” Roland leaned in closer. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Weighing the odds? Thinking of the ‘what-ifs’? Get up.” Roland grabbed her by the forearm, yanking both of them to their feet. Somehow he made the move graceful and down right sexy. She, on the other hand, nearly stumbled right into him.
“It seems like you still need a little direction, huh?” Roland whispered mere inches from her face. He pulled Crystal tightly to him with his free arm, crushing her body next to his. She could feel every rock hard muscle, including the one between his legs. “Do I have to tell you what to do? Is that it?”
Crystal wasn’t sure what to expect, but a kiss wasn’t what she had in mind. Roland crushed his lips to hers brutally, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. It was a demanding kiss. His tongue, so skillful between her legs, proved equally so inside her mouth. Soon she was wrapping her free arm around his waist so that she could keep herself from being swept backwards from the force of his assault.
Just as quickly as the kiss had begun, Roland ended it. In one swift movement, he pulled his face away from hers and grabbed both of her arms. Without a word, he spun her around and brought her face to face with Marcus. Crystal had a brief moment to notice that he had taken his shirt of before his hands grabbed her face and brought her into another kiss.
These two men could not be more different, Crystal thought to herself as Marcus teased and taunted her mouth with small, almost chaste kisses. She felt her body melting into his hands and opened her mouth willingly when he did. Their tongues intertwined, seeking out the hidden places in each other’s mouths that would cause the other to shiver with anticipation.
She had almost forgotten about Roland (yet how could she forget totally about the sexual animal at her back?) when she felt his hands dig into her upper arms. Gasping into Marcus’s mouth, she was brought back slightly into the reality of the situation. There were two men here, and one was becoming completely jealous if left out of the equation for too long.
Crystal was ripped away from Marcus’s kiss. “Are you ready to do what you’re told now?” the man at her back whispered into her neck. There was nothing left to do but nod. “Good. Take of Marcus’s clothes. And do a good job of it, if you know what I mean.”
Marcus caught her as she was pushed forward. Crystal got the distinct impression that she was wrong when she thought that Roland was going to go soft on her. She looked into the face of the man whose arms had been around her in one form or another for most of the evening. He looked back with anticipation. It was now or never.
Aware of the man behind her judging her every move, Crystal made a silent promise to herself to be as sensual as she could with Marcus. Let Roland be jealous. Let him be eager for his own turn. And let him regret not going first.
The first thing she did was trace the muscles of Marcus’s arms. They weren’t as well defined as Roland’s, but they were close. Marcus was taller, more lithe. He had the body of a swimmer, slim with broad shoulders and well defined legs. Soon, once she was done admiring his top half, she would expose those legs and everything in between. But for now she was admiring his chest. He was a little too flat, not as pumped as she normally liked her men, but as she was running her hands across his pecs, Marcus made them dance up and down individually. Control. Crystal wondered what else he had that good of control over?
Staring into his deep blue eyes, Crystal sank slowly to her knees. She drew her hands down his tight abs (not quite a six-pack, but rock hard none the less), never letting her gaze wander from his. She saw his body shudder at the place where her head stopped, mere inches from the fly of his jeans. She was the perfect height to blow him while he stood up, and she was sure he was aware of that fact. But just to clarify her point, she nuzzled her cheek against his hard penis. The material of his jeans made it slightly uncomfortable for her, but she was sure he was enjoying it. And that was the whole point, was it not?
“Off,” barked Roland from the couch. Neither Marcus nor Crystal had been aware that he had moved. With a quick glance to her right, Crystal saw that from his seat, he could see every move that she made. And just as she had expected, he was becoming impatient with her pace. Go figure. First he says to do a good job, then he tells her she’s not going fast enough. Men.
Just to spite the control freak on the couch, Crystal took her time in unfastening Marcus’s jeans. With her teeth. It was something that she had only done once or twice before, so she wasn’t very fast at it, but it was something that was very effective when trying to really arouse a man. She looked up and saw a look of total lust when she began sliding the zipper down with her teeth. Then, again ever so slowly, peeled away the jeans from his hips. It was then that she noticed that Marcus was going commando – no boxers or briefs for this boy.
Once free from the restricting fabric, Marcus’s penis rose to action. Crystal wasn’t sure what Roland had in mind for her, so decided that she better not do more that what he had specifically told her to do. So she tried valiantly not to touch the tempting piece of meat in front of her and instead continued sliding her hands down those strong, chiseled legs in order to finish taking off the jeans. Once Marcus was totally free of them, she sat back on her heels and looked (somewhat) innocently over to Roland.
“What a tease she is, Marcus. Just leaving you like that. Tisk, tisk, Crystal. I thought you were better than that.” Gracefully, Roland stood up and stalked over to the pair. “Sit, Marcus. Let’s see how good she is at returning the favor.”
Marcus obediently sat back down on the couch, lounging almost how Roland had. There was a twinkle in his eyes, like he knew what was coming next and couldn’t wait. It was the look you saw on children’s faces on Christmas morning. For some reason, Crystal thought that she was the present he was dying for. It was just a hunch.
Roland pulled her forward so that she was kneeling between Marcus’s legs. Then he roughly shoved her face towards the penis in front of her. “Now I know you know what to do with that, my lady. Suck it. Suck it like you mean it. Show Marcus what a truly good blow job is.”
She did not have to be told twice. Crystal had been trying to imagine what Marcus’s member would feel like going in and out of her mouth ever since she became aware of it rubbing against her back. It was wide, filling her mouth so that she had to be extra careful not to graze him with her teeth. The satiny smooth skin felt divine as it slid across her tongue and lips. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and soon was using one to caress his balls and the other the base of the shaft. The second hand she soon moved out of the way as she began taking more and more of him down her throat.
Behind her, she heard the sound of Roland’s zipper being undone. She guessed that he didn’t want to wait for her to undress him any longer. With one less thing to worry about doing later, she turned more of her attention to the matter at hand. Or in her hands, as the case may be. With deepest concentration and just the right angle, she was sure that she could deep throat Marcus. And she wasn’t going to stop until she did.
Crystal got to her feet and bend down at the waist, giving herself a better height to strike from. She gave Marcus a wink before turning back to his penis and opening wide. She turned her head to the side and dropped her shoulders and neck, taking him all the way in until her lips touched his pelvis. She held herself there for a moment before coming back up part way. Just once more, she thought to herself. Once more and then she’d start the really good stuff.
As soon as she once again touched the very bottom of his penis, she got another surprise. Roland grabbed her waist and thrust his full length deep into her still-wet pussy. For a moment, she was stuffed full of cock at both ends. With no warning at all, her body exploded with an intense orgasm. She pulled away from Marcus sharply so that she wouldn’t inadvertently bite down from the shock. Crying out, Crystal’s free hand groped for something to hold on to. She found Marcus’s hand, and squeezed as hard as she could while the orgasm had it’s way with her (not unlike Roland).
When she was sure that she wouldn’t do any damage to Marcus, she plunged down on him once more. She used the pace that Roland set behind her to move up and down on Marcus’s shaft. It was fast, deep, and at times slightly irregular. After a few seconds, Roland slowed down and started using more finesse than brute strength. So Crystal did the same. When she moved her head up, she twisted slightly to the left. Before she went back down, she circled the head with her tongue. Then she slid down with another twist, and brought her head back up with a slow, sucking stroke.
It was amazing, being caught between two men. Even more so when Marcus decided to take control and grabbed the back of her head. One man was fucking her from behind, and now another was fucking her mouth. She was being used by two men for their pleasure, and she could feel another orgasm growing inside of her. She placed her hands on the couch on either side of Marcus’s legs and tried to brace herself as the torrent of spasms wracked through her. Marcus understood and took his hands away from her head. She fought to keep her mouth open and throat wide; she fought to keep her legs from buckling underneath her.
Roland slowed his onslaught and grabbed her waist more firmly in his hands. He felt her legs begin to give way as her pussy quivered around him. Shutting his eyes, he concentrated on not letting his own release come so quickly. Crystal’s body was so inviting, he struggled not to come right then and there. He wanted her to blow him first.
“Slow down, baby,” Marcus whispered haltingly as he place a hand on Crystal’s back. “Don’t make me come to quickly. I still want to fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours.” He looked up at Roland, watching his face as he tried to contain himself. He definitely wanted to have his turn with her.
Roland caught Marcus’s eye and nodded. Yes, they would trade. Both of them wanted to be able to experience what this beauty had to offer, and it would be selfish (or overly so at least) for him not to let Marcus take a turn at this quivering piece of warmth. As much as he hated to stop, he knew that a wonderful blow job was also in his future. If Crystal could take Marcus to the brink that quickly, she must be good.
As for Crystal, she was enjoying the sensation of having one rock hard cock sliding rhythmically inside of her pussy, and one in her mouth. It was so sensuous, being in control of one and not the other. It was also the first time that evening that she was in charge of her actions on some level. She almost hated giving that control up. But she knew that if Roland was going to be switching positions with Marcus, or putting her in a similar one at least, that she was not going to be able to set much of her own pace. Tonight, it seemed, Roland was in charge. And that turned her on to no end. She was just biding her time until Roland said the word. Until then, she would relish the feel of him behind her, and torment Marcus with a slow, tantalizing oral treat.
“If we don’t switch soon, I’m not going to last,” Marcus confessed between ragged breaths. “You feel too good, hon. God, you gotta stop.” Crystal looked up to see his head thrown back onto the couch, his hands grasping the front of the cushions until his knuckles were white. He wasn’t exaggerating.
Roland lifted Crystal’s top half up so that she was standing in front of him, not touching any part of Marcus. He held her waist with one strong arm so that she was still pushed against him and he was still inside of her. The other arm was around her shoulders and chest. She felt like she was in a heated vice, one with a heartbeat at her back and an incredible appendage inside of her.
“Didn’t you hear the man? He told you to stop,” Roland growled in her ear. “Do we need to teach you another lesson in obedience?” Roland made her step to the right of Marcus and closer to the couch. His upper arm released her and he pushed her torso forward roughly. Her arms barely made it up in time to stop some of the momentum of her body falling into the couch. Both of his hands grasped her hips, and he began a deep assault into her moist pussy. “When we tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?”
Crystal’s breath was coming out in moans of pleasure. She tried to form a response, any response, but couldn’t. Her body was mere strokes away from yet another intense orgasm. Feeling Roland so deep, so intimately, was absolutely amazing. She began pushing her hips backwards to meet his strokes, forcing him deeper into herself. Her legs were trembling, her lungs felt like she couldn’t take in enough oxygen. She buried her head into the couch and cried out in pleasure.
Right before she hit her climax, Roland pulled out. A different type of cry escaped Crystal’s lips as she felt her body try and adjust to being so empty and unfulfilled. Roland’s hands left her body and she sunk to her knees in front of the couch, too weak to support herself. Her body was shaking with the suspense and letdown.
But just as quickly as Roland had left her, she was filled with something else. Something less, something different, but something that her body could respond to none the less. Fingers, she couldn’t tell how many, began pushing in and out of her awaiting sex. A few seconds later, she felt a tongue make contact with her clit. Judging by the memories of her earlier bout with Roland, Crystal assumed that it was now Marcus’s head between her legs.
Marcus’s tongue danced circles around her button, swiping it at different angles and sending shivers across her stomach. With the new assault on her already-sensitive clit, Crystal knew that it would take mere moments for her to come. Marcus’s other hand began tracing her hip bone, obviously remembering how sensitive she was there before. Her hips danced away from his touch, making him strain his neck upwards to keep his contact with her clit.
The orgasm didn’t so much come as it did explode. She felt the walls of her pussy contract violently around Marcus’s fingers, and her whole sex began tingling with spikes of intense pleasure. She screamed and dug her nails into the palms of her hands to release the sensations. Crystal’s hips shook themselves free of Marcus’s mouth, and he had to struggle not to hurt her with his fingers still inside of her.
Marcus was right, she did have one very gorgeous pussy. And he couldn’t wait to feel it tighten up like that around his cock. He wasn’t sure he could last much longer than that moment if she did. But he was damned sure going to try.
Being careful not to get too much rug burn on his back, Marcus scooted his way up towards the couch, putting his body underneath Crystal’s. He took a moment to nip at the undersides of her breasts as they hung in front of his face, and then another to flick a playful tongue across her nipples. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath both times. Other than that, her body was unresponsive, just like she was when they had to carry her into the room.
“Sit back, darling,” Marcus whispered as he placed his hands on her waist. He reveled at how petite she was, that his hands, like Roland’s, nearly covered the front of her hips. “Come on, sit up. Careful of the merchandise.” He slipped a hand up to her back and guided her to a sitting position, then slowly lowered her down onto his still-hard cock.
A whimper crept up Crystal’s throat as she was once again impaled by a thick, meaty cock. She tried to keep herself sitting straight up, but her body was almost at it’s limit. She leaned back into Marcus’s arm, but it was soon apparent that he wasn’t in the best position to support her.
“A little help here, if you please,” Marcus looked to his left to see Roland lounging on the couch, admiring Crystal’s body. “She seems to be spent again.”
Smiling that dark, sensual smile again, Roland’s eyes roamed freely across the curvy woman in front of him. “I think that will change soon enough. She just needs to be enticed again.” With a fluid grace, Roland stood up and walked towards Marcus’s legs. Straddling them, he lowered himself to his knees and once again wrapped his arms around Crystal’s sweet body. His left arm snaked across her stomach, just above Marcus’s hands on her hips. His right was draped across her right arm, and his hand went to her throat, cupping her jaw in his hands with just enough force to be threatening and totally sexy at the same time.
His touch made Crystal gasp and come to more of her senses. When he brought her head back slightly by bringing his hand towards the ceiling an inch or two, her heart began pounding in her ears. Now here was a man who knew how to take control of a situation. Roland was definitely enticing, and he brought her back to the reality of the moment more so than the slight sway of Marcus’s hips underneath her could.
Marcus nodded his thanks. He trusted Roland to keep Crystal in place, literally and figuratively. And while it was slightly unnerving to have a naked man straddling his legs, and hairy arms breaking up the smooth expanse of ivory skin in front of him, the feel of such a warm and inviting pussy enveloping him was worth it. The satiny skin underneath his hands reminded him of what he wanted to do, and that was to dominate her from below. Lifting her up and letting Roland know where to keep her, Marcus thrust his hips and his full length up into her awaiting sex. He was rewarded with a cry of shear pleasure from the voluptuous woman above him.
Crystal was once again acutely aware of the amount of flesh that was being covered by the two men around her. Her skin tingled where their hands were. Her head was forced back and pulled tight against the curve of Roland’s shoulder. His lips brushed against her cheek softly, contrasting the deep and penetrating thrusts of Marcus underneath her.
Then Marcus shifted his hands to the tops of her thighs, making her aware of her bottom half again. He began to pick up the pace, which seemed almost impossible to Crystal. She could feel his dick sliding deeper, faster, into her awaiting folds. She could feel her body building itself to another intense release. Her breath started to catch in her throat, her limbs began to tremble. Each thrust sent chills deep inside of her, where no one could touch but she could feel none the less.
To try and ground herself, Crystal grabbed onto Roland’s arms. She hugged her own body through his, and was rewarded with yet more flesh on flesh contact. Just one more grain of sand, one more straw, and she would be finished.
Roland moved her head to the left slightly and bit down on her neck as Marcus plunged himself deep into her pussy. A scream echoed through the room as her body burst into a thousand flames of hot, searing passion. It felt as if her body was trying to burst out of her skin, every inch of her veins were pulsing and thrumming with electricity. The feel of Marcus deep inside of her was like the epicenter of an earthquake, with tremors radiating from that point to reach the tips of her fingers and toes.
Moments later Marcus gave up fighting his own release. With Crystal a mass of quivering flesh atop him, he couldn’t hold out any longer. With one final thrust, Marcus came deep within Crystal’s pussy. It felt like a hundred pounds of force were leaving his body, like a bullet leaving a gun. His dick pulsed with his ejaculation, and each twitch sent aftershocks throughout Crystal’s body. And each reflexive grasp of her inner walls was exactly the way Marcus had envisioned them.
It was all Roland could do to hold her still. He was afraid that she was going to hurt either herself or Marcus if he let her go right then. She had become very heavy, and he knew that she was relying on him to hold her up. He was strong, but dead weight is dead weight, and he couldn’t hold her indefinitely. No matter how inviting the prospect, his muscles would eventually get tired.
Underneath them, Marcus’s eyes were slowly regaining focus. His breath was still heavy and labored, but it was worth every struggled intake. That was the most intense orgasm of his life. He almost didn’t want to move, to stay buried inside Crystal’s warmth for as long as possible.
But one look at Roland told him that wasn’t possible. For one, it seemed like Crystal had once again almost passed out, and that Roland was holding her up by himself. For another, he was sure that Roland wanted to enjoy his release as well. He briefly wondered how the other man was going to go about that.
Marcus slowly slid his hips away from Crystal’s. With a lingering caress of her hips, he slid his legs carefully out from under the other two and backed up onto the couch. He smiled as he noticed his come begin to drip down the inside of Crystal’s long, lean legs. Wouldn’t it be fun to clean her up later in the shower?
“Okay, sweet thing, it’s time to move again. Come on,” Roland coaxed as he slid his arms to her sides. With a slight shuffle to the right, Roland positioned himself so that he could wrap his arms around her upper back and below her knees and pick her up like a child. “Put your arm around my neck. There you go.” Roland moved towards the couch, and Marcus scooted over to the far right so that he could lay her down in the middle.
Crystal lay down on her right side, her right arm tucked under her head for a pillow. Her feet landed on Marcus’s lap, and he admired her calves and, strangely enough, her ankles. Was there an inch of her body that wasn’t alluring?
Roland bent down and kissed her exposed shoulder. Then he rolled her more onto her back and began kissing the top of her breasts. Her left arm snaked up, wrapping her hand into his soft hair. Her skin still prickled with electric vibrations, and his lips were doubling, even tripling, those sensations. With everything that had happened so far this night, she was pretty sure he could get her off just by continuing to kiss her the way he was.
Instead, his kisses trailed up her neck, her jaw line, and finally to her mouth. There, Roland became more insistent. It was as if once he reached his destination, he couldn’t hold back any longer and had to unleash his energy. Strong hands cupped her face as he invaded her mouth with his tongue. He pulled her up until she was sitting once again, pouring energy back into her through his mouth and his insistent kiss.
Where a few minutes ago she could barely make her body do what she wished it to, now her hands had no trouble finding their way across Roland’s chiseled chest. Her fingers danced across the hills and valleys of the front of his body, and she couldn’t help it when they began a slow and deliberate descent. Crystal wrapped both of her hands firmly around Roland’s engorged penis, enjoying it when she felt him twitch in her grasp. She had a feeling the tables might be turning soon, and she just might get the chance to have some control over Roland after all.
Inching backwards carefully, Roland sat down on the arm of the couch, pulling Crystal with him. He spread his legs and she instantly settled herself against the front of him, moving her hands away and letting her stomach slide across his hard manhood. Her soft skin was a tease; he wanted other things sliding across his cock, mainly her tongue.
Roland pushed her face away from his and looked into her eyes. “Suck it, sunshine. I want you to make me come. Do you think you can do that?”
Crystal smiled. It was uncannily like the one that she had admired on Roland. To Roland that smile looked like an angel gone to Cancun on spring break. Heaven and temptation all rolled into one. “The question is not can I, it’s how long will it take?”
Marcus had a terrific look at her ass as Crystal dropped down on all fours in front of Roland’s hard cock. Her pussy lips were swollen from all of the attention that they had received, and if he dropped his head slightly he could see her clit peeking out underneath it all. If he didn’t think it might distract her from giving Roland her all, he would drop down behind her and start licking her pussy. Maybe when she was finished he would give in to the temptation.
Crystal looked up at Roland and held his gaze as she began to lick his shaft like a popcicle. She found the vein in front and drew her tongue up and down its length, never taking her eyes off Roland’s face. She could see the heat in his gaze, tell how much he wanted her, and she loved the power that she wielded. When she got to the tip, she circled her tongue nimbly around the circumference. Then without warning she snapped her head forward and deep throated him. She smiled as she heard him moan above her.
As he hit the back of her throat, her body began to protest. Before it became a problem Crystal rose up to a more comfortable amount and twisted her head slightly from side to side. Her tongue massaged the vein from bottom to top as she slowly brought her head up. She applied light suction as she reached the final two inches and moved up and down slightly to feel the ridge of the tip sliding across her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Roland’s fingers intertwined in her hair, encouraging her to continue moving up and down. He tried to quicken her pace, but she fought the pressure he was applying to her head and kept her pace steady. Crystal was determined to keep control of the situation as long as possible. He must have realized that and decided to allow her some freedom for the moment, because he let up on the pressure and just left his hand where it was while she moved on her own accord.
Crystal grasped the base of his cock in her hand, pumping the base of his shaft in the same rhythm that her mouth was covering the top. She let her tongue dart across as much skin as she could reach, twisting her head so that she could maximize the exposure. Her mouth dropped lower, taking more of him in, and she increased the suction. Her tongue had to stop moving about so much, but she could tell that the tradeoff was worth it when she felt Roland’s fingers dig into her scalp.
Above her, Roland’s breath was quickening, along with his heart rate. She was good, spending just the right amount of time on each technique so that he could enjoy it and not get too bored. And Crystal definitely knew how to use her tongue. Sometimes he couldn’t tell where her tongue ended and her fingers began. He could feel the buildup of pressure deep in his groin. And for as good as she was, he couldn’t help but want to dominate her in the end and finish the evening off his way.
Wrapping both hands in her hair, Roland began forcing her head down onto his cock at his pace, not hers. He tried not to go too deep and make her uncomfortable, but he did push her farther down than where she was just moments before. He felt her move her hand out of the way and straighten her back more so that she had a better angle. Then he felt her begin to suck at him harder than she had before. The feeling was almost like her tight pussy, and he closed his eyes and savored Crystal’s mouth gliding over his cock.
“God yeah, suck me. Go on, make me come, sweets. Almost there. Keep going.”
Crystal continued the suction as best as she could as Roland sped up. His hips began rocking forward to meet her mouth, and she tried not to hit her nose on his stomach as he pushed her repeatedly downward. Soon she felt his legs begin to shake to either side of her, and she tried to move her tongue as much as she could while still sucking as hard as she could. She was rewarded quickly as Roland pushed her and held her tight to his stomach and came into the back of her throat. Crystal swallowed and swallowed as Roland continued to spurt small amounts down her throat.
Roland untangled his fingers from her hair and stroked her head as she slowly brought her mouth up and away from his dick. “You definitely don’t disappoint, dear.”
Crystal came up to her knees and kissed his collarbone lightly. “Just returning the favor.”
Roland smiled his devilishly handsome smile. “If that’s the case, sunshine, I think you owe Marcus and I a lot more than this.” He pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply and tasting is own salty taste in the back of her mouth. “I think we’ll be collecting on tonight for quite a while, don’t you, Marcus?”
“Oh,” he replied as he cupped his hands around the back of Crystal’s waist. “I can think of a few things that may start to even the score a little bit.”
Crystal shivered as his breath hit the back of her shoulder blades. “I hate to disappoint, gentlemen, but I think it may have to wait until tomorrow.”
Roland looked at her with that smile playing on his lips and shook his head. All of this time and she still didn’t learn who was in charge…