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“When you put your mouth on my, my vagina,” Alex answered.

“Say
pussy
, sweetheart,” Devon said.

Alex huffed then said, “Pussy.”

Jeff guffawed, and Devon glared at him then pinched a nipple.

Alex yelped, “What?”

“Never mind, honey, what else?”

“I wanted to touch your penises,” said Alex on a stuttering breath.

Devon smiled and pulled her nipples up, releasing them only to repeat his actions, and the sensation flowed down to her crotch, her pussy.

“Why didn’t you?” Jeff asked.

“Because I don’t know the rules, and I don’t want to be punished,” Alex choked out.

“Say cock, Alex,” Devon told her.

“Cock.”

“You’ll be touching us soon enough, Alex,” said Devon. “We want to make sure that you enjoy yourself first.” Alex watched Jeff move his hand to her pussy, and he pushed a finger up her. She pushed back, feeling the tiny muscles of her vagina clamp on him.

“Have you had sex, Alex?” he asked.

“You are so pushy! I’d smack you if my hands weren’t tied.”

“Alex.” This time his voice held a low, warning tone.

“Yes, of course, I’m twenty-six!”

“How many times, Alex?” purred Jeff as he stroked his finger in and out.

“Twice. Same guy,” she panted as she wiggled on his digit, seeking release. Devon had resumed his play with her breasts, now rolling the nipples and stroking their tender undersides.

“What did it feel like, sweetheart?” Jeff added another finger, and she was aware that her moisture eased his entrance.

“It was like a big fumble and messy. I didn’t like it. I like this better.” Alex rolled her head from side to side on the pillow, trying to keep her eyes open as Devon kept glancing up to seek her gaze. She felt a bit uncomfortable, stretched, but in a good way.

Jeff stroked a bit harder and swivelled his hand to allow his thumb to press on her clit. “Did you feel him up inside you like this, darlin’?” He punctuated his question with both pressure on her clit and deeper thrusting of his fingers. He came to a barrier and retreated a fraction as she hissed.

“No, maybe, I don’t know,” Alex moaned.

Jeff increased the friction in her vagina and pressed hard on her clit while Devon sucked a nipple into his mouth, flattening it against his palate and sucking hard. Alex came apart, screaming out her release, and then settled back, breathing hard. She felt the ropes being unfastened, her wrists and ankles rubbed gently, and kisses pressed on her forehead and throat.

Jeff and Devon soothed Alex, stroking her and murmuring to her. Her limbs felt fluid, yet heavy, and her crotch, her pussy, seemed to pulse ever so gently. She didn’t want to move, needed to sleep. She felt vaguely aware that sex usually meant pleasure for both parties, or in this case, all parties, but too bad for them. Them and their games.

“I think you’re a virgin.”

Alex blinked her eyes open and tried to replay what she’d just heard.

“I don’t think you had full intercourse, Alex,” said Jeff.

Alex was totally awake now. “What?”

God, she sounded like a total moron. Or a squawking crow. Still, she said it again. “What?”

“There’s a barrier in your vagina, Alex, and I didn’t put my fingers up through it. Devon couldn’t even get that high this afternoon.”

Alex struggled up against the headboard, and two sets of eyes stared at her, dropping to her heaving breasts. Devon reached out, and she slapped at him, causing his eyes to darken and his lips to mouth “punishment.” She had no time to worry about that now.

“Okay, well, if that’s true, then”—she hesitated—“I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“We’ve been trying to figure out who gets to pop your cherry, Alex,” said Devon.

Alex jerked at his crude statement and glared at him.

“We don’t want to put you in the position of having to choose and worrying about hurting our feelings, so we’re going to play a game to decide,” he concluded.

Alex didn’t like the sound of that. Another game she didn’t know the rules to.

“I’m not sure,” she started, only to be cut short by Devon hauling her down from the headboard, and her hands were once again secured.

Jeff came back into the room, carrying what looked like an egg timer. What on earth? What was he going to do with that? She tried to push herself away from him using her legs, but Devon pressed close to her side and threw a leg over hers to immobilize it. His penis, well, his cock, ground into her side, and it felt like hot velvet against her hip with a wet, cool spot. Jeff’s was bobbing against his belly, and now she had the absurd desire to kiss it.

“Keep that other leg where it is, Alex, or I’ll add it to the list.”

“What list?”

Derek replied, “The one you have a punishment on for slapping my hand away from your breasts, honey.”

Alex ground her teeth and muttered, “This game is skewed.”

Derek laughed and slid his hand between her legs. “I’m going to finger-fuck you, honey, and play with your clit until you come, all with one hand. Jeff is setting the timer to give me three minutes, and he wants to watch. Get ready.”

Alex shrieked at the insertion of his middle finger, struggling to keep her thighs apart, her hips thrusting back on him of their own accord. He alternated thrusts, some deep, some shallow, some quick, some slow, then picked up the tempo as her body matched his rhythm. Devon had somehow found a spot inside her that resonated, and she heard him grunt in satisfaction as he focussed his fingertip there. Alex began to bow up from the bed, and Devon forced his thumb down on the edge of her clit. Again she screamed her release and a gush of fluid coated his hand. Her thighs closed and clamped on his arm.

“Two and a half minutes, buddy,” indicated Jeff. “Good going. But it’ll be harder for her to come the second time, so go get her a bottle of water and a warm cloth.”

* * * *

Devon released Alex and went to fetch the items. Jeff watched him go and thought his buddy would have bounced on his toes with joy if it wouldn’t have looked so juvenile. She was everything they wanted and needed, and they had until Monday morning to learn her body and its responses. In between times they would talk with her and get to know her and her life. The sooner she trusted them, the sooner she would move in, and then the sky would be the limit.

Jeff sat with Alex and rocked her, smoothing her beautiful hair back from her face, allowing her to doze. He could hardly wait to get inside her, ride her to climax, and expend himself in her. Both he and Devon had had raging hard-ons since they met her and no interest in assuaging them with other women. Alex was perfect for them, and they were not going to let her go. He believed it more and more.

Devon returned with the cloth and water, and Jeff gently shook Alex awake. He propped her up and gave her some sips of the water. Then he laid her back and pushed her thighs open, shushing her protest.

“It’s our job to take care of you, Alex,” he told her, “as you’ll give so much to us. You’ll get used to our style in time, so just relax.”

Jeff washed her with the warm cloth, and Devon passed him a towel to pat her dry.

“Need the bathroom, darlin’?” he asked.

Alex shook her head, her gray eyes fixed on him, a bit wary. He smiled at her, a dark smile.

“My turn,” he said.

Jeff took the same position as Devon had, only on the other side, being left-handed, and waited until Devon set the timer. Alex was protesting now and trying to move away, so he bit lightly into her shoulder and reminded her of the list. She subsided, but he heard her teeth set.

“On the clock, man,” said Devon as he bent forward to view Alex’s pussy spread beneath Jeff’s hand.

Jeff began with Alex’s clitoris, rubbing circles around it and sliding back its hood. Alex began to moan and thrash a little and he pushed her thigh in warning as she slid it closed. As she obediently spread it again, Jeff pushed his index finger just inside her opening and moved it in tiny circles, feather-light and quick. Back to her clit then to her vagina. Alex’s vagina reached toward his fingertip, trying to pull him in, her body knowing what to do out of age-old instinct. Jeff obliged and finger-fucked her in earnest now, feeling her start to ripple around him. He pulled free and pinched her clit, to be rewarded with Alex’s wail of completion. He was breathing as hard as if he’d been running a marathon, affected by this responsive woman in a manner he’d never before experienced. And a virgin to boot.

“Shit, just over two minutes,” complained Devon. “I’d better get her ass.”

An hour and a half later the three of them sat around the dining room table, eating tacos and bean dip Devon had picked up earlier and left to warm in the oven. He and Jeff were drinking beer while Alex slugged back a Coke. Not a Diet Coke, not Caffeine-Free, but an honest to goodness Coke. That was his girl. She ate with gusto, too, not like the other women they dated, who picked at their plates and worried about gaining an ounce. Alex was slender but not thin. Her breasts were full and her ribs and hipbones didn’t gash them, and her ass was rounded and soft.

Devon and Jeff were wearing boxers, and Alex was wearing a handful of silk with lace and ribbons over the bodice, slit up each leg, in a color the hue of milk chocolate. She had negotiated hard to cover up at all, but he and Jeff couldn’t resist her pleas to wear something chosen just for them. They would keep her naked or in gowns like this at home, he thought, imagining her at the door when they got home from work. They hadn’t decided if she would kneel for them or not. Both were considered Doms, but neither practiced high protocol, though some things were nonnegotiable. Like what Alex would wear once she moved in, and where she would sleep, and if she would work or not. The latter would have to be sorted out; he already knew that much about her, but they had to come before her work.

“What’s your full name, Alex?” Devon inquired.

“Alexandra Stephanie Desjarlais. I’m of French descent, and my mom’s name was Stephanie.”

“Are your mom and dad still alive, honey?”

“I grew up in a foster home and convent school because I was orphaned,” Alex said quietly. “I have no family other than the one who fostered me and I don’t see them very often anymore.”

Devon reflected on both their good luck and the bad. Alex was innocent because of her background, but would fight ingrained shame and embarrassment. He also felt badly for Alex that she had no real family. But his family would embrace her. They knew about the sharing he and Jeff practiced, and he couldn’t imagine his family not liking Alex.

* * * *

Jeff fed Alex another bite of taco and watched her tongue come out to gather up a bit of salsa. He focused on that pointed tip and struggled to contain the lust simmering just below his surface. Alex needed to rest and eat before they took her back to bed, and he drew on his sexual training to deny his need for the moment. Devon was watching her mouth, too, and Jeff smiled inwardly at the puppy-dog look Devon wore, so unaware. Alex opened up to them about her education and work, too, her enthusiasm for the bones of history charming him, captivating him. Her smile was infectious, her intelligence shone forth, and he hardly even thought about what was to happen shortly. Or at least, not that much.

He listened as Devon teased Alex about her roommates and wished he hadn’t when she sobered. It was clear she had few friends, having learned early on to take a backseat. It was a wonder that people, considering her good nature and gentleness, hadn’t used her. Her loyalty to her boss and coworkers, not to mention her work, seemed unswerving, too. Perhaps her profession had isolated her enough to make her seem boring and not much use to the takers in the world.