Ecstasy (14 page)

Feeling
the head thrumming in her mouth, Jennifer took the cock all the way in and
lipped the length of it. Her right hand played the other cock equally well and
she knew they both needed her ass. She felt their bodies tensed up in need of
relief and loved it. She could feel their hips moving in circles and she knew they
each wanted to take her body and fuck her to orgasmic heights. Yet, her
pleasure of sucking on the cock was far greater than their wants. Or needs for
that matter.

Her
head gently came off the cock and she took it over with her left index. With a
sure move she had the other cock at the command of her lips and decided to sink
her teeth in just ever so slightly. The man tensed up a little, but she knew it
wasn't of pain. She grabbed his penis from the base by a full fist and let him
feel the tips of her nails. She knew his pleasure was ecstatic and admire his
ability to keep quiet, but wanted to know how much more he could take. Her
nails sunk a little more into his meat, just at the edge of pleasure and pain.
His abdomen retracted in response to the pleasure, but the man remained quiet.

Her
body stood up from between the two men, knowing full well they wouldn't last
much longer.

"You.
You grab the massage oil bottle from under the table and give it to me,"
she said as she tapped the knee of the man on her left. In a few moments the
bottle was in her hands and, despite being blindfolded she opened it with ease
and poured out a generous load. She rubbed on her hands and ordered both men to
stand up close to her.

They
made their way next to her so that she can feel them and she stroke their oily cocks
for a few moments.

"So,
you get to take my ass," she said as she hugged the man on her right.
"And once he gets all the way in, you get to take me from the front,"
she told the other man.

Her
body sensed his hands on her ass as he spread her legs. 'He really is patient,'
she said to herself as the first inch of his penis made its way in her ass
slowly. His thickness spread her cheeks and her muscles strained to cope with
his manhood inside her, delivering even more pleasure to her brain. She
fingered her clit, moaned with satisfaction and bent over to help him put it
all in.

"Oh,
god!
Do it, man
! Do it! Go all the way in
now
!" she almost
begged him and as he did, she moaned again and brought her back next to his chest.

"One
of you guys put a chair to my left," she demanded and as soon as she heard
the chair move, she lifted her leg and rested on it.

"Ok,
it's time to fill me full of man meat! Take me from the front, go deep, fast
and do it well," she gasped to the other man.

She
tasted his lips kissing hers. Then her nipples. Then his stiff penis made its
way in her pussy, while the man behind her settled into a slow but confident
rhythm. With her aphroditic ass full of cock and her clitoris intensely
excited, Jennifer moaned. She moaned again. And then she hugged the man in
front of her.

Her
body shook with waves of pleasure. Her right arm reached behind her. She
grabbed the ass of the man working it and sunk her nails in it. Her nerves
fired signals to her brain that she didn't think possible. Divine gratification
came to her body symmetrically as both her front and back received the passion
she needed.

The
blindfold collected the sweat of her forehead. Her ass experienced what she
could only dream until then. Soon, the two men settled into a fine groove. The
front was pushing while the back was pulling. Her entire middle section was
like a ball played back and forth, nestled between two universes of climactic
energies.

"
Ohhhhhhh!
Oh, my god! Pleeeeease don't stop
! Don't
either
of you even think of
cumming yet! You don't need to cum anyway!" She screamed so loud both men
slowed down a bit. The scream came from deep down inside her lungs and the men
worried she might burst her voice box. But even in the throngs of passion,
Jennifer knew that man-momentum was a priceless commodity to have.

These
two did have the sexual momentum she needed and that pleased her. They more
than pleased her. Their rhythm bounced her ass back and forth, while her
perfectly rotund breasts enjoyed the touch of the man before her.

Her
mind was no longer connected to her body. Her second orgasm overwhelmed her.
Her knees weakened and she almost past out. She felt the men close to their end
and she bathed in the ecstasy of the moment.

"
Ahhhhh.
Keep going! Pleeeease don't stop,"
she begged both of them. "
Oh,
god! Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck! Fuck!"
Her screams enticed both men and their
thrusts increased. Their moves were no longer synchronous, but her body wanted
more.

The
man behind pumped her harder than before. His body tensed up and she felt all
of it and finally he unloaded inside of her. Her ass was feeling his cum both
inside and outside, as he slowly pulled out.

"That's
it,
Carl
! Is that good, baby? Did you cum good?" she prodded him as
her head turned to him. "It's your turn, Craig," she then said and
took off her blindfold. His body fought to keep the balance, now that Carl was
no longer holding her. His pelvic bone matched hers and he kept pumping her
pussy while holding her ass. He strained a little and moaned. With the last bit
of energy, his hips worked her middle harder. Her pussy could tell he climaxed
and his groaning dispelled any other thoughts from her mind.

"
Gooosh,
fuck
! This is great!" he let out as his meat was still inside her.

Void
of energy, they all sat down and tried to regain their breaths.

"How
did you know that Carl was behind you?" Craig inquired while depleted of
strength.

She
looked at him, then at Carl and took her time to answer.

"
A
woman always knows her men
," she said devilishly. They could see
satisfaction on her face. She won.

The
bed sheets were soaked. Her body seemed ravished and her hair a mess. Jennifer
looked around and realized it was only
11
pm
.

"Oh,
gosh. What a dream! What a
great
dream that was," she said to herself
happily and went back to sleep.

The
document in front of her was too much to accept. It was the claim of some oil
engineer from some obscure company that indeed BP knew about the Southern Slope
risks before the Halliburton contract.

Lisa
sifted through the doc and tried to get as many details as she could. Once
again, the lingo was too much for her.

'You'd
have to have an oil industry dictionary to read this son of a bitch. I need
help. And the only guy I know is Craig. How is this possible? I cover oil
stories all the time, but he's the only oil engineer I know!' She remarked
angrily to herself, as she picked up her cell.

"Hello?"
His voice on the other line sounded soothing to her. Craig was one hell of a
hunk and she'd have love to have him all for herself. Every so often, anyway.
But this was business.

"Hi,
Craig! How are you?"

"I
am fantastic, Lisa! You?"

"Well,
I am running into problems with these oil docs again and I was thinking perhaps
you could help."

"Ahh,
ok. How?"

"I
am working from home again today and if you could stop by for an hour or so,
that would be great."

Craig
didn't see a problem with it. It wasn't the first time he'd go over Lisa's
house. And Monica never had a problem with it. Or at least she didn't voice any
objection.

"Sure.
A little later this afternoon. I've gotta stop by my house first."

"Deal.
See you then," she breathed a little easier at the news. 'Perhaps I'll get
to the bottom of all this once and for all.'

♥♥♥♥♥

Monica
was already at his apartment when Craig walked in. She was working on some
stuff on her laptop and seemed absorbed by it.

"Hello,
honey. How are you?"

"Oh!
Good. Working. How was your day so far?"

"A
little busy, but otherwise fine. I have to go over Lisa's. She needs help with
some docs."

Monica
lifted her head from the laptop and smiled at him.

"Is
that the
only
help she needs?" she asked sarcastically.

Craig
smiled.

"Are
you jealous?"

"Jealous?
Me? Ha! Nope! In fact, I kind of like the idea of you and her getting to know
each other."

"Oh?
Why is that? And what do you mean by us 'getting to know each other'?"

"I
mean the two of you can be better friends. She is more than my coworker, you
know."

His
face showed he was not convinced.

"She
isn't my type and you know it."

"She
is a beautiful woman, you know," insisted Monica. Craig seemed a little
irritated.

"What
does it have to do with her not being my type?"

"What
does sex have to do with someone's type?"

"Everything!"

"Nothing!
I've heard she's one hell of a fucker!"

"Not
interested in just a fuck! And I am not interested in fucking
her
!"
he objected.

"Are
you interested in a
great
fuck, then?"

"No
such thing. All 'fucks' are great."

"But
not all orgasms are the same! Some can be gloriously great!"

"There
is more to an orgasm than just fucking."

"Yes
and that's why different women can give you different orgasms."

"I
don't believe she can."

"Ah.
So, this is only a matter of some lack of faith in her 'skills', right?"

"Not
really. Like I said, there is more than fucking to an orgasm."

"I've
heard she can deliver a godly handjob."

"How
do you know?"

"I've
been told so by a couple of guys."

"What
is your point with this?" he asked finally a little irritated. He sensed
Monica was really trying to get him to screw Lisa. She wasn't sure how to
answer his question. She knew what she wanted him to do, but didn't know that
he should also know it.

"How
do you know she can't give you ecstasy like you've never had before?"

"I
haven't give it a thought."

"Perhaps
you should."

"Why?"

"Because
you don't know how good she is until you try her!"

"
Try
her? You mean, fuck her, right? You're joking, right?"

"Honey,
you don't necessarily have to fuck her."

"Heh?
You know that I can't stop myself at just a handjob!"

"And
you don't have to cum, either, although I don't think you'd last long in her
hands."

"What?"
he frowned as he felt his manly tenacity assaulted.

"I
mean, you don't have it in you to last long in her hands, baby."

"Now,
come on! You know that's not true!"

"Then
prove it! Prove it to me and, probably more important, prove it to you!"

"I
don't have to prove it to anyone! I know it!" Craig let his maleness
speak, but he knew deep inside things were different.

"You
don't have to do anything, darling," she smiled, knowing she cornered him.

He
didn't question her motives.

"Perhaps
you're right. But I don't know."

"Darling,
sexual diversity is just as real as racial diversity, no matter what people may
think. It's very true and real."

"But
what do
we
get from that?"

"
You
get a better understanding of women, darling."

"You
don't think I understand women well enough?" he asked irritated again. He
knew different. Or at least he believed so.

"There
is room for improvement."

"How
is that?" 'Although I am afraid to know the answer to that one,' he
muttered to himself.

"Women
also have sexual rights, among others."

His
face told her he was lost.

"Yeap.
We have rights to orgasms just like you guys do."

"And
how would Lisa fit into all this?"

"She'd
teach you how to get there," she said and then to herself, 'and she'd also
teach you the price of not giving a woman her well-deserved orgasm.'

"Are
you trying to validate the notion that I don't please you?"

"I
am trying to get you to learn pleasurably," she confessed.

"I
guess there'd be some pleasure in that."

He
contemplated on her words for a moment and then came back.

"What
happened to our understanding on monogamy?"

Monica
looked at him puzzled.

"We've
never
had such understanding! You know that!" she protested.

"Does
this mean you've slept around on me?" he asked angrily.

"No,
because I didn't have to. But silence is never to be taken as agreement."

"Perhaps
I am wrong. But why now?"

"Because
I think it will be good. For you. For me. For
us
. And because I am
trying to keep me from getting some on the side."

Craig
felt her words like a knife in his heart.

"You're
willing to share me with someone else basically. Right?"

"I
am willing to share you so that I may keep you."

"Is
sex why you may not keep me?"

"Sex
is why you'd share me with other men."

"Our
sex has been so great thus far!" he objected.

"Our
sex can be a lot better. It needs to grow. Pun intended."

"So,
you're willing to share my body, when you know my heart loves you?"

"I
am willing to share your body so that I may keep your heart!"

"Am
I
that
bad?"

"No!
Not at all! But you can be much better! You know what sex is. What you don't
know is what sex can be."

"And
how do you propose I do this? Go over there and say, 'hey, Lisa, how are ya? By
the way, my girlfriend thinks you can teach me a lesson or two in
sexology'?"

"Craig,
don't be an ass! You know how to get Lisa if you want to," she admonished
him.

"This
sounds crazy."

"It
is crazy to know you can do better, but you don't want to learn!"

"Monica,
I want you to be happy!"

"Then
make me
happy!"

He
sat heavily in the lazy chair by the balcony and looked outside. 'She has lost
her mind,' he concluded briefly.

"No,
I am not crazy," Monica dispelled his thoughts as if she was reading it
like a teleprompter.

"What
if she needs help, too?"

"What
do you mean?"

"What
if the two of us need
you
?"

His
question surprised her completely. She didn't count on it and so she didn't
plan for it.

"I'll
think about it."