The Bikini Diaries (20 page)

His breath came heavy at her breast as she worked the belt and zipper, then finally

reached boldly into his blue jeans to pull out his cock. She couldn't yet see it, given their positions, but it felt thick and delightfully rigid in her fist as she began to squeeze and pump it. "Aw, God," he growled warm against her tit.

Then he rose up, grabbed on to the hair at the nape of her neck, flashed a look of raw

hunger, and gave her the roughest kiss any man ever had. It burst through her like sparks from a flame, burning out only once they'd drifted deep into her body.

Now she had to get to Brandon's cock, too—that was what her instincts told her, that she wanted both guys' dicks, right now, in front of her, to do with whatever she pleased. She turned toward Brandon and began working at
his
pants as well. He helped her, delivering passionate tongue kisses as they fumbled through the process, until finally his majestic shaft popped free from his khakis.

She closed both hands around it—oh God,
so big,
so big that it never ceased to amaze her. And it instantly felt more familiar than Pete's, easier to hold on to in a sense—but in a larger way, that didn't matter. All that mattered was having two of them. All to herself.

Turning toward the balcony railing and the ocean beyond, she took Pete's cock in one

hand and Brandon's in the other— and, oh, the power that vibrated through her body!

One hard penis felt commanding
enough,
but two ... Well, the mere sensation of holding them, working them in her fists, was nearly overwhelming.

The power drove her onward.

So she followed her next instinct and stooped down between them, still gripping both

guys' long appendages tight. Facing Brandon's, finding herself closely eye to cock, she

lowered her mouth over it, taking it inside.

Above her, her lover let out a gut-deep groan that spurred her ministrations, and behind her Pete murmured, "God, yeah."

Oh Lord, it was amazing. Simply to take him in her mouth while another man watched,

while she held that other man intimately in her hand. She moved up and down on

Brandon's raging erection, working vigorously, wanting to be wild for him, for them

both, and for herself, too.

A few moments later, she released the cock from her mouth, pleased by how wet it

looked in the dim light echoing from inside, and turned to the other waiting shaft.
Mmm,
yes.
Not quite as massive as Brandon's, Pete's cock still stood pleasantly full and long, slightly curved, and was completely inviting, given her current state of mind.
No

hesitation.
So she pressed the flat of her tongue to its tip, licking away the pre-come, then went down on him.

He let out a deep, masculine sob that filled her with satisfaction. And though this could have felt strange—like too much too soon with him—instead it only felt fabulous and

freeing and perfect.

She was their perfect sex toy. Or they were hers. She wasn't sure, but both ideas appealed and kept her enthusiastically sucking, sucking, taking him in as deep as she could,

pleased by everything around her. Her nakedness. The two majestic cocks on either side

of her. The hot men attached to those cocks—their eyes on her, their low sounds of

pleasure. Pure hedonistic revelry was hers.

She took turns, moving back and forth between Brandon and Pete until her mouth felt so

wantonly, joyously stretched that she couldn't go on any longer.

When she slowly rose to her heels between the two men, she felt brazenly beautiful,

looking back and forth between them and hoping they could somehow see, or sense, how

swollen and well used her lips felt.

"Shall we take this inside?" Brandon asked softly. But she heard the
real
question.
Do
you want to keep going?

No hesitation.
"Yes. Please. I want you both," she said. And she took both guys' hands and led them in through the wide open door.

She led them straight to Brandon's big bed, and when they reached it, he drew her into an embrace and spoke low. "Tell me what you want, baby." Again, more unspoken

questions.
Are you sure? Exactly how far do you want to go?

He still, somehow thought she was a good girl, but she'd never felt less "good" in her life—all traces of that person, at this moment anyway, had vanished.

She looked him in the eye. Wanted to make him
see.
Wanted to make him see her like he never had before. "I want everything," she promised him, her voice gentle but sure. "I want you both to fuck my brains out. I want to come and come and come. I want it all."

Brandon's eyes went glassy with a familiar lust that drove hers even higher. "Then you'll
have
it all."

And after that, he didn't ask anything else.

After that, it was only the hot, wanton sex she craved.

Brandon began kissing her, hard, rough, just as Pete had, making her mouth feel utterly

well used after all the oral sex she'd given them. He massaged her breasts, pinching the hardened nipples between his fingertips and making her moan in response to a sensation

that hovered somewhere between pleasure and pain. "Damn, your tits are phenomenal,"

he growled before taking one into his mouth—again hard, deep. There was nothing soft

about this sex, and she didn't want there to be.

Behind her, Pete moved in, caressing her hips and ass, kissing her neck—which she bent

for him—then reaching down inside the back of her panties to stroke his fingers through

her hungry pussy. "God, you're juicy," he breathed, and she could both hear and feel how drenched she was and loved the idea of her moisture being on his hand.

"You both make me so wet," she managed, breathless with passion. "Need you both naked. Need you to fuck me."

That was all the guys required to hurriedly shed their clothes before moving back in to

touch her, rub against her, press their hard cocks in her softest places. She ran her hands over bare male asses, broad shoulders, muscular chests. She saw Pete's tattoo—

predictably, the flag of a pirate ship, complete with skull and crossbones. She continued working the men's incredible shafts in her hands. And she felt as if she were being

swallowed, wrapped up in a big velvet blanket where every inch of her skin was

pleasured by touch after touch after touch—only there was no blanket; there were only

men.

When they moved onto the bed, the two men kneeling on either side of her legs, she bent

to start removing her shoes, but Brandon reached down, covering her hand to stop her.

"Oh no you don't," he said. "Those stay on."

Lying nestled on soft sheets, switching her glance back and forth between the guys, she

motioned down to her panties. "What about these?" she asked, playing the coquette. "Do these stay on?"

"Those are so hot," Pete said, "I almost wish they could."

"But they'll have to go," Brandon added, then reached for the clingy lace that hugged her hips. "Lift your ass, bunny," he said, so she did, allowing him to slowly peel them down and
off
over her sexy heels.

She immediately felt Pete's eyes on her crotch, which she'd shaved again today to keep it perfectly smooth, and having a new pair of male eyes on her sent a fresh thrill ricocheting through her like a pinball.

She looked up at him. "Do you want to see how wet and pink I am?" No hesitation.

From the look on Pete's face, she thought maybe he'd come just from that. "God—show me, honey."

She spread her legs wide, happy to reveal the folds of her inner flesh. Her body's instincts urged it, urged her to spread as wide as possible, so hungry was she now to take

something inside.

"Fuck," he whispered, and then she felt Brandon's gaze there, too.

The next thing she knew, Brandon was swirling two fingertips over her clit in hot little circles that reminded her he knew exactly how a woman needed to be touched, and Pete,

who still sat up facing her cunt, easily slid two of
his
fingers up inside her wet, open passage.
Unh, yes.

Her sighs of pleasure filled the air and much of that pleasure came from the visual aspects of the moment as well as the physical, looking up to find two incredible men hovering

over her, concentrating together on her needy cunt.

"Mmm, pretty pussy," Pete growled, and she pumped against his fingers harder as her own hands rose mindlessly to knead and caress her breasts. "I want to fuck you with my tongue before I fuck you with my dick," he said then.

She didn't protest.

And Pete wasted no time making good on the promise—as Brandon drew his hand away,

Pete situated himself between Wendy's legs and stroked his tongue upward through her

feminine folds. She gasped—just that one lick felt like having her whole body

illuminated from the inside out, the pleasure from it vibrating through her.

Then he did exactly what he'd said he would—he fucked her with his tongue. He pushed

it up inside her, and even though a guy's tongue was short compared to his fingers or

cock, it still felt hot, especially when he thrust it in and out. She panted in rhythm to his movements as Brandon kissed her breasts, her shoulders, her lips. Brandon thrust
his
tongue, too, into her mouth, and she met it with her own, lost in being the center of

attention in a way she never had before.

As Pete resumed licking upward through her wetness, connecting with her clit each time,

she continued to make out with Brandon and found herself tugging need fully on his

cock. Without even quite realizing what she wanted, she pulled it upward, upward, until

Brandon whispered to her, his eyes heavy-lidded, "Back in your mouth?"

"Uh-huh," she sighed, then waited impatiently until he rose to his knees beside her head and held his dick down, feeding it to her. She took the large head in and felt him slide deeper, deeper, where she wanted him. Oh God, he filled her mouth so incredibly full,

and like other times before, she loved the idea of how she must look to him right now, so beautifully obscene.

She moaned around his immense shaft as the heat from Pete's ministrations spread

through her, taking her closer and closer to climax. She fucked his face as he worked

tenaciously at her clit, and she soaked in the pleasure, deeper, deeper, until finally the much-needed orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave.

As the ecstasy slammed through her, she pumped against Pete and screamed against

Brandon's cock, thrashing about until finally the waves lessened and then receded

completely—and she lay still on the bed.

It was in those few seconds after coming that sanity returned to her—the ability to think, to reason, to do something more than just
feel.

Look at where you are. With two men. In the middle of an official menage a trois.

It reminded her of that moment on the beach her first night with Brandon—after she'd

come, she'd waited for some sort of guilt or regret to assail her. But it hadn't happened.

And it didn't happen now, either.

Instead, what struck her was more like... a sense of glorious celebration. She smiled at them both. She told them her orgasm had been powerful and amazing. She said she

wanted more of them—so much more. "Fuck me," she begged. "Please fuck me."

"Don't worry, baby," Brandon said. "You're gonna get all the cock you can handle."

Should that have scared her? Turned her off in some way? It did neither, filling her with nothing but desperate anticipation.

"Get on your hands and knees," Brandon told her, and she hurried into the position that she relished because it made her feel so naughty.

"Are you going to spank me again?" she asked hopefully over her shoulder.

He arched one brow and clearly tried to hide a devilish grin. "Only if you're a very bad girl."

"Getting badder all the time," she assured him, not hiding a lascivious smile.

"So I see. And I like it."

A second later, his hands closed warm over her hips and his cock plunged into her. She

cried out at the impact—oh God, he was big—but she was so wet that he'd gone in

surprisingly easy. As always, the sensation of being so completely filled radiated through her body and made her let out a hiss of pleasure.

When he began to pound into her, hard, just like she wanted, each stroke vibrated through her and made her cry out. Pete knelt next to them on the bed, reaching under her to caress her swaying breasts and play with her ever-sensitive nipples, and she didn't hesitate to say, "Pete, bring that gorgeous cock here. Put it in my mouth." Completely bold.

Completely sure. Queen of sex.

Pete sighed his lust at the demand and wasted no time getting to his feet. Her hands were planted near the edge of the bed, so he stood in front of her and took his dick in hand, inserting it between her lips the same as Brandon had a little while ago.

She could only describe the resulting sensation as euphoria. Pure, raw, ecstatic pleasure roared through her at having two big cocks in her body at the same time. When she'd

made the request of Pete, she'd not even realized it would produce that effect—be the

first time she'd taken both of their large, hard shafts into her at once—but the second

Pete's erection had entered her mouth, she'd been overwhelmed by how utterly full she

was, unnaturally so, obscenely so.

Brandon fucked her cunt while Pete fucked her mouth, and she sobbed with joy and got

lost in the naughty pleasure. She didn't know how long they fucked that way—two

minutes, five, ten?—but as they proceeded, Brandon indeed began to bring his hand

down, slapping her ass, grunting with each strike, adding yet one more blessed and

naughty sensation to the mix.