My Boyfriend’s Boyfriends. Lisette Ashton
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me immediately, stroking and kissing up and down my prone body, licking, pulling my legs apart. One of them brought my hands up above my head and bound my wrists with a tie. There was more male laughter and mumbling, drowned by the music which Sven gradually turned up.
I rolled and twisted as they manhandled me, still biting and licking, one of them nibbling up the inside of my thighs, the other kissing round my neck, pulling my hair out of the way, then moving down towards my breasts, which he pulled and squeezed until my nipples were taut. I wriggled and squealed, imagining myself floating above the scene, watching the fantasy. Imagined Sven’s face. Best of all, the other women’s faces if they knew!
‘Come on. I want you both,’ I suddenly shouted, struggling to sit up and give myself more authority, but one of them just pushed me down again. ‘I want to feel you both inside me. Now.’
‘Ordering us about now, madam?’ Rick sniggered with his usual arrogance. ‘She’s tied up, and she’s lying down. So who’s the boss now?’
‘Not too tight, eh, Rick?’ called Sven casually.
‘Let me at her,’ said Jon, as he pushed Rick aside and straddled me. He brushed his mouth over mine, but I turned my head away.
‘Yeah, no kissing, like all the hookers,’ he muttered, his insults giving me a dirty thrill as he fondled and pinched my stiff nipples.
God, I was really doing this. Letting another man touch me not only in front of my husband but in front of his mates as well. A brief fluttering of anxiety about Sven, what he thought about seeing me lying there on the floor, my tits bare, my legs open and his friend getting ready to fuck me, was weirdly shoved aside by an evil coiling of excitement.
‘She’s wet, see, and welcoming. There won’t be anything left for you lot,’ Jon said with a chuckle, running his fingers down my crack before squeezing my breasts again.
I glanced round at them. Rick glowering because Jon had got there first. Little Ollie, craning forwards, hand clamped desperately round the growing bulge in his crotch.
‘Man alive, this is horny.’
In my mind’s eye I could see the wanton woman sprawled on the floor. My body ached and felt deliciously bruised.
‘Let me show you how it’s really done.’
I lay back, hands still tied above my head, and relished how Jon smoothed his hands up my sides, pushing my breasts together, letting them bounce. He darted his head down and caught one nipple in his mouth, bit it hard, made me squeal.
‘That’ll make Sven jealous. He loves my tits!’
‘I think you’ll find this will make Sven jealous.’
Jon’s cock was huge. Bigger than Sven’s. Bigger than anything I’d ever had. I couldn’t see Sven’s feet under the piano. Had he left the room? But all thoughts were knocked out of my head as Jon’s cock nudged at me, pulled away, nosed inside, pulled away again.
‘Let’s see how long we can draw this out, eh, Sara?’
His deep voice in my ear. It was like we were the only two people here. How did he do that?
‘The others,’ I whispered, my pussy clutching instinctively to try to hold the tip of him inside me just as he teased and pulled it away again. ‘They want their turn.’
‘Tough.’
‘Hey, Jonny, less talking, more fucking. I’m bursting my load here!’ Rick grumbled.
‘Sophisticated as always, Rick!’ Jon chuckled and bit at my nipple again. His cock was huge and heavy between my legs, and rock hard.
‘It’s not supposed to be like this,’ I whispered again. ‘You’re not supposed to be this good.’
I lifted my legs and pulled him into me, my breath jagged now.
‘You’ll want me again and again, I promise you that.’
Jon pushed his knob inside me, very slowly, still fondling my breasts, his face hanging above mine, diamonds of saliva gleaming on his lips in the firelight. I glimpsed the other watching faces, couldn’t see Sven there. Still Jon’s cock was going in. I could feel my body drawing it further inside, and then he arched his back and gave one almighty thrust, pushing me right across the carpet.
I wound my thighs hard round his hips and then we started to move together, my cunt squeezing to suck him in, the pleasure building uncontrollably as Jon thrust at me really violently, but before I had a chance to get into it he started to shudder and groan, losing his cool as he thrust again once more, twice more, then shouted out in fury as he climaxed, pumping into me, my legs tight around him as he totally lost control.
I pushed him off me, heard him swear and fall back heavily against the chair.
‘OK,’ I breathed after a moment. ‘If you’re man enough, Rick, Ollie, then come and get it. Otherwise I think I’ll go back to the man who does it best.’
There was no answering chuckle from Sven, but as my hands were freed a scarf was tied over my eyes.
‘Hey guys, not sure about this.’ I got up and groped about me, disorientated. ‘Sven?’
‘He’s just nipped out to get something. A good wank, probably. Don’t worry, you’re safe with us.’ Rick came up behind me and, as one of the others changed the music to a faster, heavier kind of rock, he pushed me down so that I landed clumsily on my hands and knees. ‘Now, we’ve waited long enough.’
In the blindfolded darkness I realised there were two pairs of hands at work. I was straddling someone lying beneath me, and that person’s fingers were crawling over my bare skin. The other hands were still on my back, keeping me where I was.
‘Your lucky day, Ollie,’ Rick said, his rough stubble tickling my ear. ‘You and me are going to put madam here right in her place.’
‘Fuck,’ breathed Jon hoarsely, probably kneading his receding erection back into life. ‘Oh, fuck.’
The darkness and the heavy music filled my head and, as the fingers probed my pussy, the other set of fingers ran over my buttocks. Without my eyes and with my ears deafened, my other senses were on red alert. I shifted slightly, and Ollie obviously took the movement as a sign that I was ready, because he lifted me slightly off him.
Then I felt something jabbing at me. A little scream bunched up in my throat as I realised I was sitting on his incredibly thick, hard penis. I started to shake on my knees, and Ollie eased me downwards to engulf his waiting cock. I tilted forwards a little and it slid inside, and I felt him quiver with surprise or wonder or delight. Did my little niece do this for him? I tilted myself forwards to balance on his shoulders, and now my butt was raised in the air. I started to slide up and down Ollie’s cock. My tits dangled in his face, and I felt his mouth scrabbling and nibbling at my nipples, but he didn’t buck or thrust beneath me, just let his cock stand still and erect inside me, growing harder all the time it waited.
All very well for him to be so controlled, but I couldn’t stop my body gripping, and his cock jolted every time I squeezed. Just as I wondered if we were going to sit still like this for ever, Rick pressed up against my back and pulled open my buttocks.
‘You OK with this, Sara?’ he muttered in my ear, pushing his stiff cock up between my cheeks. ‘Because it’s too bad if you’re not. We’re going to do you both ways!’
I didn’t care any more. My body was aching and stretched, and my own pleasure was still waiting to be sated. All I wanted was to be fucked, all night if necessary. I wanted Sven back in the room, watching, and I wanted his mates to do me. I was pulled forwards onto the waiting Ollie, his young dick rubbing against my clit, and then tugged towards Rick, sliding his cock up and into my butt. I started to rock, the knot of desire ready to unravel, but they kept stopping me, stopping themselves, an incredible test of teasing and control, before starting the three-way dance all over again.
Ollie