Seduction (5 page)

Rick was behind me now, his hands sliding under my top and into the waistband of my skirt, subtly and deftly massaging the top of my ass and the small of my back. I reached behind me and placed my hand on his zipper. Even with Sam’s tongue in my mouth, I couldn’t hide my moan of delight at the size of what was happening in there. My other hand went to Sam’s crotch, where a bulge of similar girth and hardness awaited me. I began to rub them, slowly at first, then faster and harder. The boys’ moans told me they liked what I was doing. I fumbled for buckles, trying to unleash both their cocks at once. I couldn’t, of course; the feelings rushing through my body were so overwhelming that I could do little else but relax and yield to them.

Sam stopped kissing me for a moment. When I looked into his eyes, they were shining. His beautiful face was flushed and his expression deadly serious. Behind me, Rick reached around to the zipper of my skirt and unfastened it, then undid the button at the top with a flick of the wrist. It fell around my feet, leaving me standing there in only my top and a tiny pair of panties. They were next to go as Rick slid his fingers around the waistband, stroked me a couple of times, and then gently eased them over my hips, sliding them all the way down my legs, while at the same time tickling and teasing my inner thighs, the backs of my knees, and finally my ankles. I kicked off my panties, grateful to have the fresh air on my throbbing pussy, and stood there with my legs slightly parted. I lifted my arms over my head for Sam to finish undressing me. He moved forward and peeled my top off over my head, stopping to bite my nipples gently as he did so. I kicked off my summer sandals. I was now naked but for my jewelry, standing on a beach, the cool sea spray and desire making me shiver from head to toe. Every inch of me but my clit had now been caressed, and that hardening bud was so hot and yearning that I thought I would die if one of these men didn’t touch me there soon.

But the guys hadn’t finished putting on a show for me yet. Still fully clothed, they leaned toward each other, shared a brief but deep kiss, and then undressed each other in front of me. First came the T-shirts, which they pulled off each other in practiced unison to reveal matching gym-rat bodies that made me go weak at the knees. Then they kicked off their shoes and finally pulled at each other’s belt buckles, expertly undoing them where I had fumbled and failed. As they wriggled out of their jeans, I noticed they wore matching boxers underneath. They stood before me, two men almost exactly alike in size and build, both muscular and lean, but Sam was smooth, blond, and lightly tanned whereas Rick’s coloring was darker, hairier, more Mediterranean-looking.

I couldn’t work out which one of them turned me on more. That’s when it hit me: It was not the individual men but the combination of the two that made my clit throb and my pussy ache so. Sam put his hand on Rick’s waistband and pulled down the shorts to reveal a big, tawny, bobbing dick that was obviously eager for action. Sam eased his own underwear off, and a smoother dick, longer than Rick’s but not as broad, winked up at me from beneath a dark-blond bush. Sam went to touch Rick’s trembling hard-on, but Rick brushed his lover’s hand away.

“Not tonight,” he said, in a voice laden with desire that I hadn’t heard him use before. “Tonight it’s not about us. This is about Kyra. This is about pussy.” They took a step toward me. Who would I fuck first? Would they take it in turns? Would they fuck my ass or my pussy? Would they know how to touch my clit, know that I needed their hands, their tongues, right there between my legs?

If our first kisses had been intense, the sensation of our three naked bodies entwined was overwhelming. I began to moan and writhe, I couldn’t help myself. With my tits rubbing against his smooth chest and his strong arms pulling me close, Sam kissed me again. Together we leaned back against one of the huge poles that supported the pier. Its damp wood splintered in my back, but I barely registered the pain.

While Sam kissed me, Rick knelt before me, gently parted my legs, and used his fingers to comb through my bush before tenderly parting my pussy lips and exposing my clitoris, which quivered, a little pink bud crying out for his touch. He placed the tip of his thumb on it, making my legs shake so violently that I could barely stand. Rick understood and hooked my legs over his shoulders so that he was supporting my weight and positioning his face right there between my thighs. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, as he used his tongue to lick his way slowly around my inner thighs, then the edges of my pussy lips, before sliding it right into the opening of my pussy and whirling it around. Oh, God, it felt good. It felt delicious. But there was another, more urgent need in me. My clit was getting harder and hotter, a situation made more intense by Sam’s probing, hungry kisses and his hands on my breasts, my sides, my belly. A voice inside my head screamed with frustration: “Touch my clit. For God’s sake touch my clit. Put your tongue there. Lick it. Fuck it.”

As if by telepathy, his tongue was right in there, swirling around my clitoris, darting as nimbly as a little fish, flickering like a candle flame and bringing me to the brink of the orgasm my body had been building up to all weekend. But Rick broke away just as I could feel the first quivers get ready to rock my body.

“Where did you learn to . . . ?” I said, suddenly suspicious that Rick might have done this before.

“Come on, honey,” he said, with a wink. “I didn’t just read your glossy mags for the fashion. Those sex pages tell you all you need to know!”

That broke the ice, and then the three of us collapsed in laughter and desire. We all lay on our backs, watching the colored lights above flash through the slats in the pier. Sam idly stroked my clitoris, applying just enough pressure to keep me simmering on the edge of an orgasm but, tantalizingly, not enough to bring me to one.

“I never knew breasts could be so sexy,” said Sam, leaning over to take my nipple into his mouth and suckle it gently. Rick followed his lead so that I had a man on each breast and a cock in each hand.

“I need to get inside you,” said Rick, whipping his mouth away from my breasts with a tiny nip that made my whole body arch. From the pocket of his jeans he pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper, and I watched in fascination as Sam smoothed the sheath down over Rick’s erection.

Gratefully, I spread my legs and let him penetrate me.

“Oh, God,” sighed Rick as his big, hard dick slid into my yearning pussy, a broad, sturdy hard-on that was as big as I could handle, and then, as he shifted his body weight onto me, a little bigger still.

“Oh, God,” he mumbled. “It’s so soft and warm in here. I never knew a cunt could feel like this.”

I hooked my ankles around his ass, pulling him deeper and deeper into me. Beside us, Sam knelt with his dick in his hand, stroking it, concentrating on the tip, where a fat drop of pre-cum glistened in the moonlight. His eyes devoured my tits and Rick’s ass. You could tell it was the hottest thing he’d seen in a long time. Rick’s kisses and his cock inside me were doing the job, and I knew that all it would take for me to come harder than I ever had before would be the tiniest pressure on my clit.

Sam tapped Rick on the shoulder, and as if by prior agreement, Rick pulled out of me. After gazing at my swollen pink pussy for the time it took him to put on a condom, Sam was suddenly inside me, his dick rocking backward and forward, his pubic bone grinding deliciously into my yearning, frustrated clitoris. My whole pussy began to flutter like a butterfly, always a sign I was mere seconds away from orgasm. And, I could tell by the look on his face, so was he. He arched his back and closed his eyes, preparing to surrender to his climax. As he did so, Rick straddled me, removed the condom and stuck his naked cock in Sam’s mouth. Sam sucked greedily on Rick’s big erection, the noise of his lips on his lover’s dick obscured by the crash of the waves.

Rick came first. I saw his balls twitch and rise up into his body and his butt cheeks tense as his orgasm took hold. He made an incredibly intimate noise, a long, guttural growl, as a dribble of spunk from his cock splashed out of Sam’s mouth and onto my tits. Sam began to massage the warm, white liquid into my skin, teasing my breasts for the last time, and then finally he placed one forefinger against my clitoris, drew back his hips and then pounded, hard. I let myself go. My whole body shook, my clitoris hummed, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again and again and again. As my pussy contracted and squeezed around Sam’s dick, he, too, tripped over into an intense climax, his beautiful fair features going blank while he abandoned himself to the sheer pleasure of it all.

The three of us lay entangled, breathless and elated, watching the first pink rays of dawn rise over the water. We didn’t move even when the cold tide came and washed our bodies clean. Instead, we clung to each other for warmth.

“So,” I said. “Have I turned you?”

“I never thought I’d do that with you,” said Rick. “But I’m so glad that I read those magazines!”

“I think we can save this for a weekend treat,” said Sam. “Will you come again?”

“Oh,” I said. “I’ll come again. And I’ll come and come and come!”

I HEARD LOVE IS BLIND

Girls who look like me don’t often get to fuck boys who look like Jamie. He’s the kind of man who walks down the street in old clothes with unwashed hair and has women falling at his feet. The first time I saw him, it was like a slap in the face. Actually, to be accurate, it was more like a slap in the pussy, because I felt my stomach lurch and then all the blood in my body rushed to my pelvis. I saw him in a bar and had to talk to him; I walked right over and asked him if he was a model. Of course, he was. Up close he was even more beautiful than from a distance. Wavy jet-black hair, olive skin and green eyes, a fine aquiline nose, and a lean, athletic body to die for. He’s nineteen, half-Indian/half-Irish, and absolutely perfect as far as I’m concerned. Since I met Jamie, I always want to do it with the lights on.

And then there’s me. Seven years older than him, about a hundred grand a year richer, and yes, my IQ is probably a little higher than my beautiful boy’s. He is as entranced by my conversation as I am by his body. The first time I took him to bed, he showed himself to be a tender and eager, if a little inexperienced, lover. He is certainly no longer inexperienced. I’ve taught that boy every trick and technique in the book, and he’s been a very eager pupil.

There’s only one real problem with Jamie, and that’s the way he worries that I only love him for his looks. He thinks he’s just a trophy boyfriend, a hot young stud on my arm. I tell him that’s not true; it’s as much to do with his big, thick dick and his firm pink tongue as with those razor-sharp cheekbones or his taut six-pack.

“I’ve had people judge me on my looks my whole life,” he said. “I want you to love me for myself as well as my body.”

Of course I tried to reassure Jamie that my feelings for him were not just skin-deep. But on a certain level, I was a bit worried that it was true. I was more aroused by watching him than by touching him. I once read that women aren’t aroused by visual images, that we need the whole package: romance, candles, hours of sensual massage. Whoever wrote that bullshit had obviously never seen Jamie naked with a hard-on jutting out from between his lean, rippled thighs.

But one night, Jamie decided to test me. The pupil became the teacher for the night, and it was one I’ll never forget. It was late November, and it was cold outside. I’d lit a fire in the fireplace, partly to create a sensual atmosphere and partly to encourage Jamie to take off his clothes. I’d just bought a new leather sofa, and I wanted to fuck him on it, to have his light brown skin sticking to the smooth leather, his body bathed in the glow of the firelight. I’d been picturing the scene in my head for days, and it had me horny as hell.

Right on time at eight p.m., Jamie, carrying a dark blue paper bag in one hand and a bottle of Moët in the other, knocked on the door.

“This is for you, darling,” he said, kissing me on the cheek and handing me the cold champagne. “And so is this,” he continued, with a mischievous smile, waving the bag under my nose. “But I’ll save it for later.” He had an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read.

Intrigued, I helped him out of his coat, underneath which he was wearing shapeless, baggy jeans and an old sweater. As he disappeared into the kitchen to pour the champagne, I chucked another log on the fire, hoping he’d remove a layer or two of clothing.

We drank our wine and spent some time indulging in lazy kisses on the sofa. Every now and then, I’d stop just to gaze at his gorgeous face. Jamie unfastened the buttons of my coatdress one by one and rolled my thigh-high stockings down the length of my leg before pulling them off, lavishing slow, sensual kisses on my body as he went. Ever the tease, he kept his own clothes firmly on. My skin began to tingle in anticipation of him taking off those layers. My first glimpse of Jamie’s flesh was always thrilling. The sight of his torso, his stomach, his ass, always marked the moment between arousal and desperation, triggering a need to have him there and then. He knew this, of course: The longer he waited before getting naked, the wetter I would finally be when he did.

Lovingly, he unhooked my bra and then slid the straps over my shoulders, pulling the cups down to reveal my breasts. He took a nipple between his soft lips, rolled up his tongue, and used it to flick my nipple gently before sucking. Then he bit my panties and pulled them off my hips and down over my legs with his teeth, licking and nipping my skin with his tongue and teeth all the way down. It was delicious. If only he’d undress, it would be perfect. Maybe he wants me to beg, I thought. And I wasn’t too proud to do that.