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“Eat up all that pussy-flavored cherry, and we’ll have some more.”

Confined as I was, and within the throes of completion, I swallowed every drop, lapping and sucking at the dwindling coolness while enjoying the surging thrust of George deep within me.

The slickness of my juices made our coupling sound like the slurping noises I made as I sucked down the last of the Popsicle. Behind me, I could hear Mike’s breathing increase in tandem with ours.

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His hands smoothed over my bottom, following the crease to the wet, sticky opening filled by George. I had just pulled the last bit of treat from the wooden stick when George withdrew both the Popsicle stick from my mouth and his length from my pussy. Mike immediately replaced him, slamming his cock into me from behind.

He must have been kneeling on my bed, because his thighs, thick and sinewy, were braced wide, forcing my legs even farther open. His broad palms lifted me completely from the step, pulling at the restraints on my ankles.

From the bathroom, I heard water begin to run, but my full attention focused on the forceful pounding Mike was giving me. “Come on, baby, come on,” he growled. His fingers gripped my hips as he pulled out of me, and then shoved his thick length back inside, again and again and again. “That’s it, girl. Let that hot, wet pussy eat me all up. I want some of that cherry pussy.”

His words were guttural, coarse, but the feel of his hot penis so soon after the cold sent me spiraling into climax, just as he slammed into me a final time. Through the thin shield of latex, I could feel his heated fluid explode out of him. Since my first night with George, I’d taken the extra precaution of gaining a prescription for birth control pills from my doctor, but I appreciated the added care George took as he demanded Mike pull free carefully so as not to expose me to any leakage. Having finally achieved the climax I so desperately sought, a part of me eased. The blindfold heightened my hearing, and I could tell when Mike shifted off the bed and padded into the bathroom. The flush of the toilet and the rush of water had me breathing a sigh of relief.

George released the bindings from my wrists and ankles and carried me into my bathroom. Easing me into a tubful of warm water, he positioned me on my knees in front of him and slipped his damp erection between my lips. The sticky residue from the icy treat had been removed along with the protection he was always so cautious about wearing. I tried to resist at first, but his tight grip in my hair and the pulsing of his hips forced his length deep into my mouth, filling me with his flavor. A hint of cherry scent wafted to my nose and 38 Qwillia Rain

dampened the turned-up tip as the moist curls surrounding the base of his cock tickled my nose.

Accepting the inevitable, I suckled his turgid length clean before I swallowed every drop of his passion as he came between my lips. Following that, I bathed the damp curls at the base of his shaft with my tongue and a damp cloth he’d pressed into my hand, guiding my ministrations with quiet words of praise.

George returned the attention I’d given him. His hands were soothing, gentle as he bathed my body, paying particular attention to my breasts and my pussy. As he rinsed the soap from my belly, he must have noticed the tension tightening my thighs and swelling my breasts. Drawing me out of the cooling bath, he patted my body dry, taking time to drag the towel’s soft loops of cotton over my taut nipples and the delicate flesh between my legs.

Through the entire bath and after, I realized he’d never removed my blindfold. When I reached up to take it off, George pulled my hand away. Exhausted, I gave in. After all that had already passed, my seeing whom I shared my body with seemed a moot point.

Walking behind me, George marched me back into the bedroom and to the bed. Again he fastened the restraints around my ankles, but left off the handcuffs. Placing me at the foot of my bed on the very edge, George plied the damp folds of my body, opening them for the slow penetration he found most exciting. He braced his body over mine, with one hand pressed into the sheets at my right shoulder while he teased the aroused peaks of my breasts with the other. His every thrust was slow, smooth, calculated to touch every sensitive nerve lining the tight walls of my cunt. Again I was slow to reach climax, but George drew me to it, caressing my skin, kissing my lips, every gesture and touch an act of such caring that the affection I’d felt building over the last few months seemed more real than just my imagination.

As the spasms lessened, George slid from between my thighs and Mike took his place, slipping in after a heated demand from George that the other man take care to cover himself before doing so.

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And that was how the evening progressed.

They fed me slivers of the doctored food and made me drink what seemed like gallons of the special wine. Each time I’d eat some, my arousal would last longer and longer, drawing out my tension to the point at which first George would mount me and ride himself to completion, and then Mike would slide between my thighs and seek his satisfaction. My own climaxes were longer between, but more intense.

Sometimes both men would spend what seemed like hours simply caressing every inch of my flesh. Their broad palms would fondle and pump my breasts, drawing the nipples to taut attention, and then plying the tips with their teeth and tongues until I would cry out in climax. Twice, both men used themselves and my vibrator to stimulate me to orgasm, betting to see who would be first while pressing my legs wide and pushing my toy deep within my sheath. George even taunted Mike with his status as my lover by slipping his penis between my lips, having Mike manipulate my vibrator within me while I stroked and suckled his length. My climax struck just as George’s did. My hands clasped his taut flanks, pressing his length as far as I could handle while I sucked and swallowed every drop of his passion.

At some point during the display, Mike must have donned protection, because I felt him slide inside, pumping and thrusting for all he was worth, riding the contractions of my orgasm as George stroked the muscles of my throat as they worked. Mike reached his peak soon after, pounding rhythmically at the swollen mouth of my pussy.

Soon after this last coupling, George released me from my bonds, but sandwiched me between their bodies as we crawled beneath the rumpled satin sheets. Still semierect, Mike pulled my left thigh over his and pushed into my sheath. From behind, the flaccid length of George’s cock eased between the cheeks of my ass, resting in the warm crease, growing only semistiff as his fingers cupped my breasts and Mike’s fingers tangled in the nest of curls surrounding his cock’s resting place.

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Through the night, I remember being stroked and fondled, George spreading the soft folds of my flesh while Mike rocked his hard length into my sore pussy. Though I think I voiced some protests over my treatment, both men turned a deaf ear.

My body was their plaything. My control over it was severed. Even the need to bathe and relieve myself was monitored by George.

The first time I slipped away from the bed to use the toilet, George was right on my heels. I’d removed the blindfold and flipped on the light when he stopped me. After making me wait while he relieved himself and then washed the length of his rousing penis, he finally allowed me to use the facilities.

After I’d finished and cleaned up, I had partial revenge when he straddled my body and pressed his cock past my lips. Suckling him to climax, I abruptly stood, releasing his length just as he came. He spewed semen over my breasts and belly as well as on his, but I laughed at his curses.

His retaliation was to force me around to face the vanity mirror while he donned a condom and pushed into my sore, wet sheath. I cried out at the pain, but the stroking ministrations of his hands soon had my body even hotter for his hard, pumping length. He worked in and out of me for several minutes, drawing me to the edge of satisfaction before he withdrew and dragged me back into the bedroom.

Having heard our moans and gasps, Mike was awake and aroused, his ham-sized fist stroking the thick length of his cock. My heart hammered against my ribs at my first sight of the man. Estimations of his size hadn’t been wrong. Barrel-chested, with a lean waist, Mike was a large black man whose shaved head and aristocratic features could have had him making millions in the modeling or acting industry. Sinewy thighs, thick, muscle-roped arms, and a taut, corded abdomen attested to his physical nature while the gleam in his copper-colored eyes held nothing but appreciation for the sight of my milky skin and generous curves.

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George pushed me onto the bed, face first into Mike’s lap. My mouth open in a startled cry of protest, Mike took the opportunity to replace his hand with my lips, tangling his fingers in my hair, and thrusting his hips upward so I swallowed his full length. George mounted me from behind, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy in time to the thrusts of Mike in my mouth.

Both men came at the same time, as if their actions had been carefully choreographed.

Mike’s fist in my hair and George’s hand on my throat forced me to take every drop of Mike’s ejaculate, while George’s spasms and jetting completion pulsed against the walls of my sheath through the thin protective layer covering him. I wondered briefly how both men could sustain such a high level of arousal until I watched them indulge themselves in the tainted fruit and wine.

They fed me more of the stuff before George carried me to the bathroom to bathe my body. In the hall outside I heard sounds, but didn’t realize what they meant until Mike leaned into the open door.

“I’m heading out, man.” He directed his words to George, but his gaze focused on my body as George stroked over it with the soft towel, drying the water beading on my skin.

“Thanks for playing.” George grinned, settling the towel over the rod and urging me toward his friend. “Say goodbye to Mike, Gina,” he suggested, his hand cupping my ass, soothing the aching flesh.

“Bye, Mike,” I offered, my voice soft, quiet, so unlike my usual tones.

Stepping into the room, Mike pressed right up against me, sandwiching my body between him and George. “You are one fine fuck, Gina. I’ll be jacking off to visions of your sweet pussy until George calls me to come over to play again.”

I know my eyes must have been the size of saucers at his response. They had to have gotten even bigger when he stroked three blunt-tipped fingers between my sore labia.

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“Once old George here has broken in that ass, I’m gonna be wantin’ a ride, okay?” Mike grinned and dipped his head to sweep his tongue past my lips for a last wet, erotic kiss.

Pulling back, his fingers tapped at the sore opening between my legs. “I’m bettin’ your ass’ll be even tighter than this twat.”

Behind me, George reached over my shoulder to jokingly shove Mike back, “Down boy.” He laughed. “Wait until she’s loosened up before you start thinking about shoving that fat cock of yours anywhere but where I say you can.”

Mike’s head dipped in assent. “Okay, man, okay.”

With his arms around my waist, George and I watched Mike exit my apartment before George returned me to my bedroom. Exhausted, I climbed into bed and didn’t protest when George fastened the cuffs to the four solid posts and returned me to a shackled position, this time spread-eagle in the middle of my damp sheets. There was enough play in the restraints this time that my limbs didn’t feel unduly strained.

Having had little sleep during the night, and in spite of the aching arousal of my body from the fruit and drink, I drifted into a light doze. I awoke I don’t know how much later, riding the crest of climax just as George eased his pulsing length past my lips. His knees were at my shoulders and his face buried in the damp curls between my thighs. He lapped and sucked at me, his hands clamped to my buttocks, lifting my lower body tighter to his mouth.

I shattered moments before he spewed into my mouth, filling me with his taste.

Carefully bringing me to climax before easing away and allowing me to rest, George coaxed my body into responding repeatedly throughout the night. Occasionally, he would whisper to me things he wanted me to do, positions he wanted to experiment with. I made little protest to some of the things he suggested, merely answering with a yes or a no if I found his words or the ideas arousing or not.

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bedroom. Time was immaterial. Although he assured me only a few hours had passed, George pulled the heavier drapes over the French doors, adding to my disorientation.

After a bath and a thorough cleansing at his hands, George led me back to my bed and tied me down again with the cuffs, their length of rope loosened enough that I would be able to sleep in some comfort. As I lay propped up on several pillows, he slowly fed me a generous portion of fruit and soup, along with several huge glasses of juice, its flavor similar to the drugged wine I’d consumed earlier.

I fell into an exhausted sleep, but was awake long before dawn, my body on the razor edge of frustration, every nerve tingling with arousal, with no relief in sight. From my living room, I could hear voices, deep, masculine voices, and more than two. I tried to remain quiet, hoping what I was imagining hadn’t come to pass.

Inviting Mike to our bed had been a surprise, just as his sending Gideon to me in the bookstore had been. And though it unnerved me to have allowed a stranger access to my body, George’s presence alleviated that distress. Odd as it might sound, in my mind he was my protector. He had introduced my body to a plethora of sensations, but I trusted him to keep me from harm. Though I ached as I’d never done before, the wet sheath of my vagina longed to be filled, and even the sore muscles of my ass pulsed with arousal. My breasts swelled, my nipples were taut and firm, desperate for attention, to be sucked, pinched, anything to relieve the need.