Jon’s mouth continued to torment me and when two fingers found their way inside me I cried out again. I needed one of them, didn’t care which one, but I needed one of them now. I tugged on the honey-brown head that was between my legs and pushed at the dark brown one at my chest, “I need one of you” I breathed out raggedly, “now, please!” I barely recognized the snap of the condom before I felt Jon driving home. He groaned as he was enveloped in my warm wetness. “Christ baby; feels so good.” I closed my eyes as he drove us both toward the rush that threatened to consume us.
I could feel Richie next to me, his breath warm on my skin. I opened my eyes to find him stroking himself as he watched. I turned my head and our mouths clashed. I ran my hand across his chest, teasing a nipple before sliding my hand down further to cup him, then joining my hand with his as he stroked himself.
I ripped my mouth from Richie’s as Jon drove into me harder. “Jon!” I screamed as my climax consumed me and dragged him into his. My name, “Staaaceee” was nearly three syllables off his tongue as he came. I let go of Richie’s hand as Jon sank down on top of me, stroking his back, calming soothing. I closed my eyes against the tremors that wracked me, wondering what was coming next.
Jon shifted off of me, our lips meeting gently before he disappeared into the bathroom. I lay there for a minute longer, catching my breath before I moved. Rolling over, I found Richie had moved to the far side of the bed. I looked toward the bathroom, the door was closed. Getting on all fours I crawled across the bed, right up between Richie’s legs. He was so hard, his cock was purple with the need to come. With one hand on the bed on either side of his hips I lowered my head and took him as deep as I could. As I slid back I looked up into his face, his eyes were closed and his lower lip was slack. I took him deep again and the “fuck” he uttered was nearly unintelligible.
Richie’s hands fisted in my hair as I continued to tease him with my mouth. When I had him deep I groaned and the vibration had Richie’s hips bucking. I felt a hand on my ass as I felt a tug on my hair. Jon had come back and his fingers slid down and into me as Richie tried to pull me up to him. Richie threw Jon a look and I whimpered as the fingers left me. I saw Jon leave the room and Richie drew me up his body. He kissed me as he moved, lowering me to the bed. His mouth was warm and wet as his trailed kisses down my neck, across my chest. He stopped to tease my pebble hard nipples before traveling lower. The tip of his tongue laved over each tattoo before sliding down and across the already over-sensitized bundle of nerves that was waiting for him.
I could feel the wave coming and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it, not that I wanted to. Richie pushed my legs wider, dipping his head lower, sliding his tongue into me. My head thrashed back and forth “Richie” I cried out, “please.” He looked up at me, “please what darlin’?” He dipped his head and ran his tongue across my clit again. Oh my God. I tugged at his hair and picked my head up to look down at him, “fuck me now dammit!” I dropped my head back to the bed and closed my eyes again. Hearing the snap of the condom I opened my eyes as he moved back over me. He slid into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him before sliding out just as slowly. He thrust again, burying himself to the hilt before he maneuvered us and I was astride him.
I rolled my hips and his eyes rolled back. He moved his hands to my hips as I moved on him, urging me on, holding me still when he thrust up. I rested my hands on his as I felt another set of hands at my back. I turned to find Jon had come back. He took my hands from Richie’s and placed them with his on my breasts as his mouth ate at mine. As our hands teased and toyed with my breasts one of Richie’s moved around and I felt his fingers slide down to rub circles over my clit. My hands fell away from Jon’s and my head dropped back as the orgasm slammed into me. I felt Richie’s hips thrust up one last time, hard, and he was flung into oblivion with me.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Chapter 3
As I stepped back into the room, I picked up my glass that had been refilled and sipped at the wine this time. Richie had moved to join Jon on the sofa, leaving a space between them. Richie patted the empty spot, “Stacey darlin’ why don’t you join us.” My name rolled off his tongue in that low whiskey tone of his and I had all I could do to keep from jumping on his lap. I picked up my glass instead, sipping at it as I looked at the two men on the sofa. “I have a question first.”
Jon rose to fill his glass and stopped behind me, pressing against me, as he whispered in my ear, “why you, right?” I turned my head, astounded that he knew what I was going to ask. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently before releasing it. “How did you know?” I turned to look at Richie and found him right in front of me and I had to raise my head to see his face.
Richie smiled down at me as he caressed my jaw with his thumb, “should we have looked to the one that tried to grab my guitar pick?” I felt my eyes widen in surprise, “you saw that?” His lips caressed mine, “oh yeah. It was supposed to land here," I felt his fingertips slide down the vee of my shirt, “and my aim is never off.” Oh God. I couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. I felt Jon’s hands cruise over my back and down across my ass before coming to rest on my hips. Richie’s mouth was on mine again as I felt the buttons of my shirt open. Richie stepped back and Jon pulled the shirt from me, my 34 Ds covered in black and red satin and lace were straining at their confines.
I stood there watching them, noting the questioning look that passed between them. I took one of each of their hands and laid them on my breasts, “you tell me.” I closed my eyes against the sensation of their hands on me. When one kneaded, the other pinched and vice versa. I laid a hand on each forearm and my grip tightened as the need to sink to the floor grew. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore the hands disappeared and I was swept up into Richie’s arms. “I think we’ll be more comfortable in the other room.”
Richie set me on my feet by the bed and I let my hands trail down his chest to the buttons on his shirt. I neatly divested him of his shirt and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest before turning to Jon and helping him off with his shirt. I ran my hands across the glorious fur that I found there and pressed a kiss to his chest and worked my way up to his mouth. His lips were soft and demanding, the kiss was brutal. I felt a hand at the button of my jeans and had to let Jon’s mouth go. With a whimper I stepped back and let my jeans be peeled away.
Resplendent in black and red satin and lace I crawled up on the bed and knelt in front of them. They looked their fill as I trailed hand up and down their chests, kissing and nibbling at each of them, trying to pay no more attention to one than the other. Feeling bolder, I stroked them both through the denim of their jeans, stopping only when Richie laid a hand on mine, “let’s not get in a hurry darlin’.” He brought my hand to his mouth, “we have all night.” That thought had my nipples hardening even more, my panties even wetter. Jon found the front clasp of my bra and with a flick of his fingers it was open and off. I dropped my head back and moaned as his hot wet mouth fastened itself to a nipple and sucked hard.
I heard the faint rustle of clothing hitting the floor and I was dragged away from the hot mouth and laid across the bed, a gloriously naked Richie next to me, his hands roaming up and down, pausing just above my mound. A long, calloused finger traced one of my tattoos. My eyes flew open when I felt a tongue trace the other one. I heard a rich smoky voice, “they were for tasting, right baby?” I was never as glad for the ice cream cone and lollipop tattoos as I was at that moment.
I felt Jon’s mouth slip lower, across the lace of my g-string, tugging with his teeth. I heard him suck in a breath at my bareness and I felt him slide my panties off. I wasn’t totally bare; I had left a small triangle of hair this time. Jon moved back up my body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot wet kisses up my thighs. His breath was warm at my center, Richie’s mouth was hot on my breasts and as Jon’s tongue slid inside me I couldn’t contain the “Holy God” that was ripped from me as I came.
Jon rose to fill his glass and stopped behind me, pressing against me, as he whispered in my ear, “why you, right?” I turned my head, astounded that he knew what I was going to ask. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently before releasing it. “How did you know?” I turned to look at Richie and found him right in front of me and I had to raise my head to see his face.
Richie smiled down at me as he caressed my jaw with his thumb, “should we have looked to the one that tried to grab my guitar pick?” I felt my eyes widen in surprise, “you saw that?” His lips caressed mine, “oh yeah. It was supposed to land here," I felt his fingertips slide down the vee of my shirt, “and my aim is never off.” Oh God. I couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. I felt Jon’s hands cruise over my back and down across my ass before coming to rest on my hips. Richie’s mouth was on mine again as I felt the buttons of my shirt open. Richie stepped back and Jon pulled the shirt from me, my 34 Ds covered in black and red satin and lace were straining at their confines.
I stood there watching them, noting the questioning look that passed between them. I took one of each of their hands and laid them on my breasts, “you tell me.” I closed my eyes against the sensation of their hands on me. When one kneaded, the other pinched and vice versa. I laid a hand on each forearm and my grip tightened as the need to sink to the floor grew. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore the hands disappeared and I was swept up into Richie’s arms. “I think we’ll be more comfortable in the other room.”
Richie set me on my feet by the bed and I let my hands trail down his chest to the buttons on his shirt. I neatly divested him of his shirt and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest before turning to Jon and helping him off with his shirt. I ran my hands across the glorious fur that I found there and pressed a kiss to his chest and worked my way up to his mouth. His lips were soft and demanding, the kiss was brutal. I felt a hand at the button of my jeans and had to let Jon’s mouth go. With a whimper I stepped back and let my jeans be peeled away.
Resplendent in black and red satin and lace I crawled up on the bed and knelt in front of them. They looked their fill as I trailed hand up and down their chests, kissing and nibbling at each of them, trying to pay no more attention to one than the other. Feeling bolder, I stroked them both through the denim of their jeans, stopping only when Richie laid a hand on mine, “let’s not get in a hurry darlin’.” He brought my hand to his mouth, “we have all night.” That thought had my nipples hardening even more, my panties even wetter. Jon found the front clasp of my bra and with a flick of his fingers it was open and off. I dropped my head back and moaned as his hot wet mouth fastened itself to a nipple and sucked hard.
I heard the faint rustle of clothing hitting the floor and I was dragged away from the hot mouth and laid across the bed, a gloriously naked Richie next to me, his hands roaming up and down, pausing just above my mound. A long, calloused finger traced one of my tattoos. My eyes flew open when I felt a tongue trace the other one. I heard a rich smoky voice, “they were for tasting, right baby?” I was never as glad for the ice cream cone and lollipop tattoos as I was at that moment.
I felt Jon’s mouth slip lower, across the lace of my g-string, tugging with his teeth. I heard him suck in a breath at my bareness and I felt him slide my panties off. I wasn’t totally bare; I had left a small triangle of hair this time. Jon moved back up my body, his mouth leaving a trail of hot wet kisses up my thighs. His breath was warm at my center, Richie’s mouth was hot on my breasts and as Jon’s tongue slid inside me I couldn’t contain the “Holy God” that was ripped from me as I came.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Chapter 2
I took a breath and tried not to think about their hands on me. “Ste…” I stopped before putting my real name out there. My name is Stephanie and I didn’t want that to weird Jon out as his daughter bears the same name. “Stacey. My name is Stacey.” I took another breath, “now, why am I here?”
Jon and Richie smiled at each other then turned and each put an arm around me. “We wanted you” Jon told me as they urged me toward the door. I looked at Jon, “you wanted me?” I couldn’t believe those words had come out of that man’s mouth. Richie nodded his head, “yes darlin’. We wanted you. Now how about we take this someplace a bit more private, just the three of us?” All I could do was nod my head and follow where they led. I couldn’t believe it, me and the two of them, it was just too surreal.
They led me out and into a dark car. I sat between the two of them in the back seat; each one had a hand on one of my knees. “Where are we going?” I was trying hard not to think about their hands, one of which was moving ever so slightly higher on my thigh. I’m fairly certain it was Richie who nuzzled my neck and up to my ear “the hotel darlin’. Don’t worry, you’re safe with us.” Between his warm breath at my ear and his soft, sensuous lips on my skin I nearly came right then.
My breath was starting to come in pants and the red haze of arousal was clouding my vision. I closed my eyes against it, trying to keep myself in control. Jon nuzzled the other side and I thought for sure I was going to die. “You smell so good baby, what is that?” I felt the tip of his tongue caressing just behind my earlobe. Oh God. “Or-orchids. It’s orchids. M-my favorite.”
I turned my head slightly to look at Jon and with just the tip of my tongue I traced his bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth ravaged mine, our tongues dueled for control. His won. I pulled away, dazed and was tugged the other way. Before I could fully recover myself Richie’s mouth was on mine. His kiss was gentler, but no less determined. I moaned as he released me. I scanned his face and went back for seconds. My hands moved over him and just as they found his hair the car stopped. Jon ran his hand across the curve of my hip and leaned in close, his front pressed against my back, “we’re here.”
We rode the elevator in silence, one man on either side of me, constantly touching me in some way; a soft stroke of my bare arms, a twirl of my curls, a finger across my jaw, a light trail of fingers against my thigh. I was on sensory overload and loving every second. When the doors opened Richie grabbed my hand and stepped out. Jon took my other hand and we paraded down the hall, Jon as close behind me as he could be without being inside my clothes with me. I could smell him he was so close and damn if he didn’t smell like sex and sin. It was a heady combination and as we approached the door I pressed myself against Richie, his scent was slightly spicier but no less distracting.
When the door clicked closed behind us they let my hands go and let me move farther into the room ahead of them. Richie sat in one of the chairs and Jon moved to the bar, “care for a drink?” I nodded my head, “please.” I glanced around as Jon handed me a glass of wine, “where’s the bathroom?” Richie pointed, “through the bedroom.” I downed half the glass, set it down and walked as calmly as possible toward the other room.
Once I was behind the locked door I sat down on the commode and heaved several breaths and tried to slow my racing heart. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, you can do this. You can be with the both of them. It’s what you’ve always wanted. I fluffed my hair and washed my hands and with one final deep breath I headed back into the other room. This was going to be fun.
Jon and Richie smiled at each other then turned and each put an arm around me. “We wanted you” Jon told me as they urged me toward the door. I looked at Jon, “you wanted me?” I couldn’t believe those words had come out of that man’s mouth. Richie nodded his head, “yes darlin’. We wanted you. Now how about we take this someplace a bit more private, just the three of us?” All I could do was nod my head and follow where they led. I couldn’t believe it, me and the two of them, it was just too surreal.
They led me out and into a dark car. I sat between the two of them in the back seat; each one had a hand on one of my knees. “Where are we going?” I was trying hard not to think about their hands, one of which was moving ever so slightly higher on my thigh. I’m fairly certain it was Richie who nuzzled my neck and up to my ear “the hotel darlin’. Don’t worry, you’re safe with us.” Between his warm breath at my ear and his soft, sensuous lips on my skin I nearly came right then.
My breath was starting to come in pants and the red haze of arousal was clouding my vision. I closed my eyes against it, trying to keep myself in control. Jon nuzzled the other side and I thought for sure I was going to die. “You smell so good baby, what is that?” I felt the tip of his tongue caressing just behind my earlobe. Oh God. “Or-orchids. It’s orchids. M-my favorite.”
I turned my head slightly to look at Jon and with just the tip of my tongue I traced his bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth ravaged mine, our tongues dueled for control. His won. I pulled away, dazed and was tugged the other way. Before I could fully recover myself Richie’s mouth was on mine. His kiss was gentler, but no less determined. I moaned as he released me. I scanned his face and went back for seconds. My hands moved over him and just as they found his hair the car stopped. Jon ran his hand across the curve of my hip and leaned in close, his front pressed against my back, “we’re here.”
We rode the elevator in silence, one man on either side of me, constantly touching me in some way; a soft stroke of my bare arms, a twirl of my curls, a finger across my jaw, a light trail of fingers against my thigh. I was on sensory overload and loving every second. When the doors opened Richie grabbed my hand and stepped out. Jon took my other hand and we paraded down the hall, Jon as close behind me as he could be without being inside my clothes with me. I could smell him he was so close and damn if he didn’t smell like sex and sin. It was a heady combination and as we approached the door I pressed myself against Richie, his scent was slightly spicier but no less distracting.
When the door clicked closed behind us they let my hands go and let me move farther into the room ahead of them. Richie sat in one of the chairs and Jon moved to the bar, “care for a drink?” I nodded my head, “please.” I glanced around as Jon handed me a glass of wine, “where’s the bathroom?” Richie pointed, “through the bedroom.” I downed half the glass, set it down and walked as calmly as possible toward the other room.
Once I was behind the locked door I sat down on the commode and heaved several breaths and tried to slow my racing heart. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, you can do this. You can be with the both of them. It’s what you’ve always wanted. I fluffed my hair and washed my hands and with one final deep breath I headed back into the other room. This was going to be fun.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Chapter 1
It had been so worth it, God had it been worth it. The money I spent for my ticket, putting up with the screaming, loud mouth bitch on my left and the sobbing, whining bitch on my right. Jesus, what is wrong with these women? Just when I was about ready to smack the both of them, it was my group’s turn in the fan pit and that’s when it happened.
I was in the pit on Richie’s side and Jon came over to play with us. I was dancing and singing along with the rest of them when I realized he was looking at me and holding his hand out. No freakin’ way! He tugged at my hand and the next thing I knew I was plastered against a very sweaty, very hard Jon. Every girl’s fantasy, right? Well, mine goes a bit further than that.
As we moved around I swear to God Richie’s hand brushed my ass. When I looked over Jon’s shoulder he was grinning at me. I grinned back and blew him a kiss before turning my attention back to Jon. He cupped my face with his hands and laid those luscious full lips right on mine. “Thanks for the dance darlin’. I’ll see you later.” I had no idea what he meant by that and I didn’t have a chance to ask before he directed my back to the pit.
I missed the look that passed between Jon and Richie but I’m pretty sure they watched for me to get back to my seat. How do I know this? Well right when I got to my seat, a guitar pick came my way. Had the bitch on my left kept her hands to herself it would have landed in the vee of my shirt. I turned to her and gave her a shove, “hands off and I’ll take that thank you very much” and I grabbed the pick out of her hand. Just as she reached for me one of the security guards came over and motioned to me. He indicated I should gather my things and follow him. Shit. I hung my head and followed the intimidatingly large man. Well, next thing I knew, I’m standing between the barrier and the seats! I looked over at the woman I had been next to and stuck my tongue out at her. Serves her right the bitch.
Now, here I am, in a little room back stage waiting. Not sure which one is going to come through that door but, light or dark, I’m not going to be picky. Both would be my ultimate fantasy but let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.
I peered into the mirror and tried to do some damage control. My hair most of the time has a mind of its own but it seemed to be behaving tonight. The chocolate brown curls hung halfway down my back and were in pretty good shape. I blotted my face with a tissue and pushed my glasses up on my nose. I glanced down at the rest of me, all 5 feet 6 inches and decided they must have liked what they saw. My jeans hugged my curvy frame and I unbuttoned one more button on my black sleeveless button down. It was still moderately modest, but heading toward naughty girl territory.
Hearing a noise at the door I turned from the mirror and nearly stopped breathing. They both walked in. “Holy God” I managed to mumble as I sat down hard on the stool behind me. Jon smiled. “That’s new. I’m usually ‘Oh my God’ and he’s 'Holy Shit'.” Richie laughed, “'Holy God' that must be the both of us together.” I shook my head and actually managed to say, “must be.” They both laughed and Richie turned to me, his dimple was nearly my undoing. “You got a name beautiful?” I nodded my head, “I do.”
They looked at each other when I didn’t say anything more. Richie stepped closer to me, lightly running his fingers across the back of my hand and over my forearm, “are you going to tell us what it is darlin’?” I shivered at his light touch and I tried to keep my voice steady. “Are you going to tell me what I’m doing here?” Jon moved to stand near me then and took my other hand, rubbing circles lightly with his thumb, “you tell us, we’ll tell you.”
I was in the pit on Richie’s side and Jon came over to play with us. I was dancing and singing along with the rest of them when I realized he was looking at me and holding his hand out. No freakin’ way! He tugged at my hand and the next thing I knew I was plastered against a very sweaty, very hard Jon. Every girl’s fantasy, right? Well, mine goes a bit further than that.
As we moved around I swear to God Richie’s hand brushed my ass. When I looked over Jon’s shoulder he was grinning at me. I grinned back and blew him a kiss before turning my attention back to Jon. He cupped my face with his hands and laid those luscious full lips right on mine. “Thanks for the dance darlin’. I’ll see you later.” I had no idea what he meant by that and I didn’t have a chance to ask before he directed my back to the pit.
I missed the look that passed between Jon and Richie but I’m pretty sure they watched for me to get back to my seat. How do I know this? Well right when I got to my seat, a guitar pick came my way. Had the bitch on my left kept her hands to herself it would have landed in the vee of my shirt. I turned to her and gave her a shove, “hands off and I’ll take that thank you very much” and I grabbed the pick out of her hand. Just as she reached for me one of the security guards came over and motioned to me. He indicated I should gather my things and follow him. Shit. I hung my head and followed the intimidatingly large man. Well, next thing I knew, I’m standing between the barrier and the seats! I looked over at the woman I had been next to and stuck my tongue out at her. Serves her right the bitch.
Now, here I am, in a little room back stage waiting. Not sure which one is going to come through that door but, light or dark, I’m not going to be picky. Both would be my ultimate fantasy but let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.
I peered into the mirror and tried to do some damage control. My hair most of the time has a mind of its own but it seemed to be behaving tonight. The chocolate brown curls hung halfway down my back and were in pretty good shape. I blotted my face with a tissue and pushed my glasses up on my nose. I glanced down at the rest of me, all 5 feet 6 inches and decided they must have liked what they saw. My jeans hugged my curvy frame and I unbuttoned one more button on my black sleeveless button down. It was still moderately modest, but heading toward naughty girl territory.
Hearing a noise at the door I turned from the mirror and nearly stopped breathing. They both walked in. “Holy God” I managed to mumble as I sat down hard on the stool behind me. Jon smiled. “That’s new. I’m usually ‘Oh my God’ and he’s 'Holy Shit'.” Richie laughed, “'Holy God' that must be the both of us together.” I shook my head and actually managed to say, “must be.” They both laughed and Richie turned to me, his dimple was nearly my undoing. “You got a name beautiful?” I nodded my head, “I do.”
They looked at each other when I didn’t say anything more. Richie stepped closer to me, lightly running his fingers across the back of my hand and over my forearm, “are you going to tell us what it is darlin’?” I shivered at his light touch and I tried to keep my voice steady. “Are you going to tell me what I’m doing here?” Jon moved to stand near me then and took my other hand, rubbing circles lightly with his thumb, “you tell us, we’ll tell you.”
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