The Last Smutfic

by Zaen

 

Warning: Unabashedly phantasmagorical PWP smut.  NC-17

 

 

            She opens her eyes slowly.  There they are, the two of them.  The two she has been watching…listening to…daydreaming about for months, it seems.  Standing over her, looking down their chiseled, formerly boy-recently man faces at her.  Their arms crossed, biceps squeezed tight against designer-clad chests.  Blue eyes sparkling, even through the darkness.

            “I know you,” she says softly.  Of course she doesn’t know them.  She knows of them.  Anyone under the age of 60 knows of them.  She sits up, smoothing her nightgown down over her thighs, from where she was lying asleep on the bed—bed?—and repeats, “I know you.”

            “Do you?” says the one on her left.  The one with a mane of chestnut hair emanating wildly from his face in all directions, curly and highlighted.  He doesn’t smile at her, but his eyes are soft.  “Do you know us?” he asks, squinting his pale blue eyes at her.  He turns to his friend, his coworker, his bandmate.  “I don’t think she knows shit.  What do you think, Justin?”

            Justin.  That’s the other one’s name.  He’s taller, bigger—but not by much—younger definitely.  She thinks she read somewhere how old he really is—some ungodly age, just barely legal, but thankfully not young enough to be her child.  He, Justin, smirks at her and runs his fingers through his short curly hair.  He’s cocky, but he’s fucking beautiful, so it doesn’t matter.

            “I think you’re right, Josh.”  He smiles at the one she now knows is Josh.  She would have remembered their names eventually.  She’s stared at their graceful bodies dancing and singing on TV enough times to at least know their first names.  And, unfortunately, their surnames.  And the full names of their 3 other band mates.  The five of them are hard to miss lately if you listen to the radio.  Or watch TV.  Or breathe.

            “What am I—”

            “Sshhh.  Don’t ask,” Josh says to her, holding his finger up to his soft lips.  Then he smiles, not quite as cocky but just as drop dead gorgeous as his younger friend.  He lets his hands drop to his sides and he looks at her intently, perhaps studying her, biting his pouty lower lip.  “You’re curious.”  He and Justin look at each other and smile.

            “Yeah, she is,” Justin says as he reaches out and takes Josh’s hand.  “She wants to watch.”  A lump rises in the woman’s throat as realization comes.  Watch…them.  She moves to the end of the bed and folds her hands neatly in her lap, ankles crossed, the picture of lady-likeness.  Justin smiles at her and wraps his arm around his friend’s waist.

            “I like being watched, don’t you, Justin?” Josh whispers, still looking at the woman through steel blue eyes.  Justin doesn’t say anything, just pulls Josh closer to him, touching his pursed lips to Josh’s cheek.  As he presses pink perfection into a kiss, Josh closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

            “You think she’d like to watch…”  And Justin’s words become so soft that she can’t hear.  Justin leans into Josh’s ear and whispers something that makes Josh blush.  “You think she’d like that?” Justin asks, pulling Josh toward him, to face him, their mouths nearly touching.  Josh licks his lips and wraps his arms around his friend’s neck.  “Huh…Josh…you think she wants to see?”

            Josh answers him with a kiss.

            She could have answered for him.  Watching them kiss each other from such a short distance is so surprisingly arousing, she nearly gasps as if it is her mouth being speared.  Their lips part for each other smoothly, the pinkness of tongue appearing from time to time.  They sigh heavily as they fill each other’s mouths, taste each other’s lips and tongues, and bite gently into each other’s skin.  As their kissing grows more insistent, persistent, louder, wetter, she can almost feel their mouth’s heat on her lips.  On her skin.  Between her—

            “Mmm…you taste good,” Josh whispers once Justin’s tongue leaves his mouth.  The break is momentary.  Josh whimpers and his mouth is full once again, licked and sucked to perfection by his fellow pop star.  Justin pulls Josh closer, squeezes his ass, and presses their bodies together.  They whisper things to each other’s lips, in ears, into the tautness of neck.  Things she can’t quite hear, but that sound naughty nonetheless.  She thinks she can make out a passing “suck,” a trembling “lick,” a few “eat” and more than a few breathy “fuck” sounding words dripping from their juicy lips.  And over and over, “you…you…you.”  She watches them, almost forgetting to breathe, licking her lips.  A poor substitution.

            She doesn’t say anything.  What’s to say?  Two beautiful human beings are kissing and holding each other and sighing and pressing their hips together less than a yard away from her.  She wonders if they ever lose awareness of her.  They don’t seem to care if she’s there or not.  Not quite exhibitionists…they’re too into each other to be performing.  The gentle way Josh smoothes his hands over Justin’s soft, short curls.  The slow creep of Justin’s hand up inside Josh’s shirt.  The rhythm of their lower bodies pulsing, pressing together back and forth, emitting groans from one then the other.

“I want,” Justin starts but doesn’t finish his sentence, pulling away to fist the bottom of Josh’s shirt, almost violently, pulling it up to bunch it under Josh’s chin as he leans down to suck on the newly uncovered skin.  Josh sighs his appreciation and licks his lips, missing the mouth on his that now search out his nipples.  She mimics Josh panting, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath while red lips suckle him, gently at first.  A small groan escapes his lips as Justin holds him steady around the waist and slowly—so damn slowly—sucks a nipple into his mouth.  Josh bites his lips to stop another, more guttural sound from emerging from his mouth.  He watches—she watches—Justin lick each hard protrusion like he wants to swallow them.

            “Ssssss,” Josh hisses when his tender nub is surrounded by teeth.  The woman supposes it doesn’t hurt too much, because Josh smiles and pulls Justin’s hand to his lips, sucking two tapered fingers into his mouth.

            She considers what Josh will do with those fingers, and she’s wet.

            Justin leans back up and kisses Josh’s face and neck, his fingers still being worked between sharp canines and juicy lips.  Josh removes the fingers in a slow, sensual stroke, Justin watching him closely.  They gaze at each other, lips to lips, but not touching, both breathing heavily.  Josh takes Justin’s hand and guides it from his chin, down his neck and chest, leaving a wet trail down between his pecs, across his stomach, further.  They don’t break their intense gaze, not even when Josh guides the shaking hand into his pants, ignoring the zipper and button fly, and directly to the thickness expanding his pants by quite a large amount.  Josh sighs and rolls his hips, thrusting his unseen yet definitely understood cock into Justin’s grasp.  He pulls Justin into a deep, sharp kiss, moaning into the young man’s mouth while a hand sinks even further into the depths of his jeans.

            “You’re so damn hard,” Justin whispers as he nestles his other hand into the back of Josh’s tight pants, pushing them down to expose tight ass to the dark room…and to the woman a few feet away crossing her legs and squeezing them together.

            “So are you,” Josh mumbles, leaving Justin’s mouth for his neck.  His hands travel from inside Justin’s shirt down the front of his pants, cupping his friend’s obvious excitement through the tight fabric.

            “Fuck, Josh,” comes from Justin's lips as he moves into Josh’s hands.  Once those hands begin to lower his zipper, however, Justin pulls away.  “Baby, we’re being rude.  We’ve forgotten our manners,” Justin coos as he twirls Josh around so they both face the sighing, squirming woman.  “I bet she’d like a better view,” Justin says before biting gently on Josh’s neck, pulling Josh back to his chest and grabbing for Josh’s basket.  “I know she wants to see this,” he says, staring the woman in the eyes, again reaching into Josh’s pants.  Josh looks at her too, his hands covering Justin’s as they work the zipper down and undo the fly.

            “You want to see me, baby?” Josh growls, pressing his hips forward, urging Justin to release him.  “Do you…uh…Justin…baby, touch me,” he moans, his eyes closing, as Justin continues stroking him inside his pants, his cock still imprisoned in a wall of fabric.  Justin licks and bites Josh’s earlobe, then reaches into Josh’s pants with his other hand.

            “Ugh…Josh…wanna…fuck…you,” Justin grunts, moving his hips in a slow rhythm with the man in front of him, the man whose bare ass is pressing against his crotch.  Josh whimpers as Justin finally releases him, pulling his erection free so suddenly that Josh almost loses his footing.

            And it’s beautiful.

            Justin says as much as he caresses Josh slowly, kissing his neck and shoulder, but still meeting the woman’s eyes.

            “You like this cock, don’t you,” Justin says more than asks.  The woman doesn’t respond, but the tongue swiping across her lips is answer enough.  “I know she does,” Justin says softly into Josh’s cheek.  He plants small, loving, baby kisses all over the sides of Josh’s face as he continues to jerk the lanky brunette off.  “I bet watching us is making her wet.”

            “I bet you’re right,” Josh says, smirking, and pulls away from Justin to kneel before her at the foot of the bed, his right hand full of his own cock.  With his left hand he uncrosses her legs, then slowly strokes up the inside of her thigh.  She shivers at his touch, his brazenness, his fierce eyes on hers.  She knows she’ll let him do whatever he wants.  “I knew it,” Josh whispers, licking his lips at her, as his fingers slide up to her cotton-covered crotch.  She balls her hands and feet in an effort to resist moving against him—a stranger.  A stranger staring at her intensely while his fingers stroke her damp panties.  “You like this,” he says when a small moan escapes her lips.  He pushes her nightgown up around her hips and runs his hands over her quivering, full thighs.  Suddenly he grabs her hips and pulls her to the very end of the bed, positioning himself fully between her widened legs.  She is astounded, and she loves every minute of it.

            “Tell me you like it,” Josh says breathily, still looking into her eyes as one hand alights on her mound.  “Say it,” he whispers as he curves his fingers down, seeking out her soft folds of flesh through the damp material, dampening more by the second.  She holds her breath as she watches him spread her thighs wider and dip his hand down the front of her underwear.

            “Ughhh.”  She hadn’t meant to say, utter, moan, groan anything, but the feel of Josh’s long, nimble fingers flirting with the wetness of her sex is too much.  He smiles even wider and cockier as he presses into her one long digit, gliding it inside easily, without any force.

            “Come on…tell me,” Josh says firmly, but with a smiling face.  She opens her mouth but nothing comes out, words catching in her throat as Josh slowly pulls his finger out and slides it back inside her.  Justin kneels down next to him and watches closely, one hand on Josh’s cock, the other sliding between the woman’s trembling legs and into her panties.

            “Beautiful,” Justin whispers as he twines fingers with Josh’s.  She pants as two different hands stroke her labia and two different index fingers search out and find her clitoris.  She lies back on the bed and lets it happen, not caring at all that she doesn’t know why or how.

            “That’s it, baby,” Josh groans as he lifts her hips to remove her underwear. 

            “Oh,” she says, startled, like she’s all of a sudden aware of her nudity, of two pretty boys fingering her sex and kissing each other at the same time.  Josh pushes her flat on her back when she moans.

            “Relax,” he says, smiling smugly as he lifts her panties to Justin’s lips.  Justin hums appreciatively as he presses his mouth into the damp material.  “Good?” Josh whispers with raised eyebrows.  Justin slips his fingers from between blood-engorged labia and offers them to Josh.  The woman watches Josh take Justin’s hand and slowly suck glistening fingers into his mouth.  “Mmm,” Josh sighs, smiling sweetly at Justin, who leans in, breathing heavily until Josh shares the sticky fingers with him.  The woman waits impatiently for them to continue, but she doesn’t want to interrupt them.  Besides, it’s almost as hot watching them suck her juices from Justin’s fingers as it was having those fingers inside her.

            It’s even hotter watching Josh and Justin glide tongues into each other’s mouths, licking lips and teeth along the way.

            Hotter still when Josh pulls away and leans down, finally, to taste her.

            Incredibly hotter feeling Josh’s tongue tease her sex, lapping up her wetness as Justin resumes finger fucking her.

            Infinitesimally white hot watching Josh suck gently on her clitoris, curling his tongue between her pouty labia before sinking it into her vagina.  She wants to grab his head, but she’s afraid he might swat her hand away.  He doesn’t seem to mind Justin playing with his hair.  He doesn’t seem to mind Justin doing anything to him.  When Justin whimpers for him, Josh pulls away, smacking his wet lips, evidence of the woman’s excitement glistening oh his face.

            “Kiss me,” he says to Justin.  They tongue fuck each other, Justin licking the woman’s sweetness from Josh’s jaw and cheeks, until she can’t take it anymore and she thrusts her hips forward, practically begging Josh—Justin—anyone to swallow her again.

            “Pleeeeaase,” she growls, so close but needing more.  The two men smile against each other’s lips, then smirk at the woman writhing in front of them.

            “I do believe she wants something,” Justin says slyly as he starts nibbling on her inner thigh.  Josh smiles at her and goes for the other thigh.

            “I wonder what she wants,” Josh says softly, sucking her hot skin into his mouth as he moves further inside her thigh, closer to her vulva.  She pulls her knees up, spreading as wide as she can go, urging them on.

            “I think she wants…a kiss,” Justin says.  The two men share a quick glance and then they’re right there, kissing her sex, her lips, her fully erect clitoris, her thighs, and each other.  She gasps as she clutches their heads roughly as if to guide their lips and tongues and noses.  She feels a wet tongue enter her, then another pulsing after it, and she squeezes her eyes shut, unable to watch.

            “Sweet,” Justin says, licking the woman’s wetness from his lips.  He then proceeds to share it with Josh as they probe each other and her at the same time—lips against lips against lips.  The woman wraps one leg around Justin’s shoulder, the other around Josh as they spread her wide and devour her.  Almost without warning she comes, wailing, Josh sucking her clit, Justin’s tongue inside her.  When she has enough, when it hurts to go on, she collapses and nudges them away. 

            “Oh…oh…so…good,” she whispers, panting, looking up at their facial hair glistening around their cherry red lips.  They stand up and Justin smiles at her as Josh sucks on his neck and pushes the zipper down on his jeans.

            “Had enough?” Justin asks her as Josh pulls his own pants all the way off.  She doesn’t have to think about it before shaking her head and squeezing her thighs together.

            “Didn’t think so,” Josh responds before pulling Justin into a kiss.  The woman knows their hot mouths are full with her scent, her release, and it makes her smile.

            “Tell him you want to see his cock,” Josh says, stroking Justin inside his jeans.  Josh smiles, licks his wet lips and repeats it, staring into the woman’s eyes.  “Tell him, my lady.”

            “I…I…” she says, touching her sex, still warm and awake.  “I want to see your cock…Justin.”  His name feels good on her lips, and she wonders how his dick would feel there too.  Her gaze moves from Josh’s hand inside Justin’s jeans, up his chiseled chest to his soft face.  “Show it to me now,” she says, hesitation and awkwardness melting away with every receding throb in her groin.  Justin doesn’t say anything, just smiles and reaches inside.  Josh moves behind him to push Justin’s snug jeans all the way down, and Justin proudly presents his swelled cock to her.  He strokes it nice and slow, licking his lips at her, squeezing his balls for her, showing off for her.  He steps out of his clothes and approaches her, leaving Josh at the foot of the bed, stroking his own sex slowly.

            “You like this?” Justin asks her as he kneels on the bed, next to her face.  His eyelids heavy, his stomach muscles flexing with every pump of his fist, he comes closer to her, his erection preceding the rest of him by a very nice length.

            “I like it,” she answers, moving back to rest her head on the propped up pillows, coming eye to eye with Justin’s cock.  He turns his body and straddles her, his penis millimeters from her lips. 

            “You want it?” he asks playfully, brushing her lips with the head of his cock.  She opens her mouth and lets him ease the flesh inside just the littlest bit.  He groans when the sensitive tip meets her warm tongue.  “You wanna suck it, baby?” he asks, smiling, playing with his nipples as he gently pushes his dick into the woman’s mouth.  She closes her eyes and smiles a little, careful not to bite.  She sucks the hard flesh further into her mouth, down her throat, no gagging, and revels in the moans and sighs her actions produce.  “Ohh, baby…that’s it…suck my cock…fuck, yeah,” Justin groans as she licks him all over and squeezes his ass.

            When the bed moves, the woman opens her eyes to find Josh on his knees next to Justin.  The two men kiss wetly as Josh takes hold of his reddening cock and sweeps it around the woman’s face…her neck…down to her breasts, and she moans softly around Justin’s cock when Josh spreads the wetness dripping from his cock around her hard nipples.

            “So good,” Josh says as he presses his erection against her hot skin.  He moves closer to her face and sighs happily when she abandons Justin for him.  She kisses the tip of Josh’s penis and then licks it up and down in long, slow, purposeful movements.  Justin sucks on Josh’s tongue as the woman slowly swallows her second dick in as many minutes, this one longer but thinner than the first.  She looks up at Josh’s beautiful face while deepthroating him.  She is almost as enthralled by him as Justin obviously is.  As if he can read her thoughts, Josh looks down at her and smiles wickedly, pulling his cock out of her mouth and teasing her lips with it.  “Hey, baby,” he whispers, watching her lick his and Justin’s cocks interchangeably.  When she comes back to him, he strokes her face as he traces her lips with his leaking organ.  “Hey…wanna fuck?”

            “Yesssss,” she hisses, her legs spreading again of their own accord.  The two men kiss and then separate, Justin moving to stand behind her, his erection grazing her cheeks.  They both watch with anticipation as Josh slides down the woman’s body and takes position between her thighs.  Josh looks up at Justin and smiles before leaning down to kiss the woman softly.

            “Mmm,” Josh groans as he searches her mouth.  She pulls him to her, lifting her hips up to urge him inside.  The scent of her sex is faint but still pungent on his lips, and she sucks his tongue into her mouth hungrily.  “You want us both, don’t you?” he says deeply as Justin leans over, offering himself to both of them.  Josh wets his lips and then gently sucks Justin into his mouth, only letting go when Justin moans and rocks his hips the slightest bit.  Josh pushes the woman down flat and guides Justin’s penis to her mouth.  She takes it in, savoring both the tumescence in her mouth and wet lips on her neck, her nipples, her stomach.  She gasps when Josh thrusts himself inside her.  She has to pull away from Justin for a second, holding her breath as she is filled with hard flesh.

            “Oh…yes,” she groans as Josh spreads her out and sinks all the way inside.  She begins to pant as he fondles her breasts and fucks her slowly, wrapping her legs around his waist.  When she’s properly accustomed to this new cock inside her, she leans back to wrap her arms around Justin’s ass, squeezing and encouraging him to fuck her mouth again.

            “That’s it.  Swallow me, baby,” Justin groans as she takes him in, head upside down, his cock expanding her esophagus as she deep throats him.  She can’t quite make out what he says after that; it’s all just a jumble of sighs and moans and hisses.  Josh, on the other hand, is quite clear.

            “You’re so damn good,” Josh grunts as fucks her harder.  “Feel…so good…inside…so…wet,” he moans into her throat, licking the skin where, layers of muscle and flesh underneath, Justin’s cock resides.

            “Fuck,” grunts Justin as the woman reaches between his strong legs to tickle his perineum, his balls brushing her forehead.  She grimaces at the strain in her neck—or maybe at the fire in her sex, or the lips encircling her nipples—so Justin moves to her side, on his knees on the bed, where she can more comfortably fellate him.  She moans and takes his cock in her hands, stroking it and kissing the dribbling tip as Justin squeezes her breast.  Josh stretches out on top of her and they share Justin’s cock, sucking and licking it while thrusting against one another, louder and with more force with every passing second.  Justin sighs, laughs, moans as the other two take turns sucking on his blood-engorged phallus and keep their rhythm going. 

            “Oh, yes,” Josh mutters, sitting back on his feet and pushing the woman’s legs as wide apart as they will go.  He pulls her hips up to meet him, thrusting into her so deeply that they both gasp.

            “Fuck me.  Mmmmm,” she purrs around Justin’s sex sliding in and out of her mouth.  She feels close, but when she squeezes her swollen clitoris between her fingers, Josh stops her and whispers, “Don’t come yet.”  She doesn’t argue; she trusts him, somehow, so she squeezes Josh between her thighs and gives Justin her full attention.  Before long she is rewarded with guttural moans, shudders, and finally a high pitched “Ugggghhhhh” as Justin erupts in her mouth, stroking his cock fast as he comes.  He sighs, catching his breath, as he rubs his jism all over her lips.

            “Thank you, baby,” Justin whispers, winking at her.  She smiles, then moans when Josh meets her lips and kisses Justin’s semen from her mouth.

            “Mmm…my baby tastes good, doesn’t he?” Josh says against the woman’s lips.  She just shakes her head, then inhales sharply as Josh leans on strong arms over her, fucking her hard and fast as Justin kisses him, tasting himself on Josh’s lips.

            “C’mon, baby,” Justin says, running a hand down Josh’s arching back and over his flexing ass.  “Fuck her, man,” he grunts, smiling, as he cups Josh’s ass and slides a finger between his legs.  “Make her scream.”  Josh’s eyes close as he starts to tremble.  Justin leans down on the bed next to the gasping, squirming woman and whispers, “Come for me.”  He licks his fingers and reaches down to seize her clitoris.  She, too, starts to shake, and Justin fondles her and says, “Make him scream.”

            “Uggh…please,” she grunts, squeezing Josh with her thighs, with her arms, with her throbbing vagina, until suddenly Josh cries out, wailing as he ejaculates inside her, back arched, head thrown back, eyes closed, pounding her until he collapses on top of her.

            “Oooohhh…baby…thank you,” he groans, kissing her cheek, still wrapped in her arms and legs.  She whimpers as he slowly pulls out of her body.  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispers, licking his lips at her.  He looks at Justin, and they smile.  She watches, desperate to get off, as they kiss, then Josh pushes Justin’s head down, lips over his chest, his nipples, down his stomach.  Josh hisses when his spent penis slips out of her, and Justin licks him for just a second, then pushes Josh out of the way.  He opens his mouth against her warm vulva, spreading her labia with his tongue as Josh’s semen comes flooding out of her.  Justin laps it up, burying his face in her wet velvet, drinking hers and Josh’s combined secretions before curling two fingers into her and gently sucking her clitoris.  Josh suckles her breasts and whispers to her, “Come, baby…now…do it.”  And she does, with Josh nibbling her nipples, Justin thrusting his fingers deep inside her wetness, his tongue dazzling her erect clitoris, she comes, all over Justin, his lips, his fingers, his tongue, screaming.

            Josh pulls the sticky sheets off the bed as Justin cleans her with his mouth, kissing her inner thighs and humming softly into her skin.  She catches her breath and touches herself, vulva warm and flushed under her fingers.  Josh turns her on her side and covers her with a crisp, clean, dry something.  It’s too dark now to tell if it’s a comforter or blanket or what.  Her eyes close with Josh and Justin standing over her.

           

~*~*~*~*~*~

 

            When the woman opens her eyes she’s standing alone in a doorway, wearing a long nightgown with nothing underneath.  Behind her is nothing but an empty room; in front of her is a long, dark hall with several doorways on either side.  She walks a few feet until she reaches the first entryway.  Thinking she’ll find Josh and Justin, she is surprised to see two of their band mates soaking in a bubble-filled bathtub.  She doesn’t say anything, and they don’t seem to notice her presence.  As they bathe each other, they talk lowly and call each other “Buddy” and “Hon” and “Dude” and “You silly boy.”  When back scrubbing and tickling turn to kissing and grinding, the words change to “Baby” and “Sweet.”  When water sloshes onto the tiled floor, and the tall brunette one bends the shorter blonde over and thrusts into him, it becomes shouts of “yes” and “harder” and “Lance” and “Joey.”

            After watching them silently for a few more moments the woman approaches the next doorway.  She peeks inside to find Josh with the fifth band member, Chris.  He’s rummaging around inside a refrigerator as Josh kneels on the floor, blindfolded, the words Top AND Bottom scrawled across the black material covering his eyes.  Both men are naked.  She watches, amusedly, as Chris feeds Josh various items from the fridge; milk that runs down the sides of Josh’s face, strawberries that make Josh’s pink lips pinker, an anchovy that Josh winces at when he swallows, squeezed mustard that makes Josh giggle, squeezed honey that makes Josh moan.  All the while singing “I like bread and butter…I like toast and jam” while Chris checks bottles and jars and packages for expiration dates.  The woman walks away when Chris runs out of food and instead feeds Josh his own uncut piece of meat.

            The woman is drawn to loud moans from across the hall.  Inside the third room is an ornate, beautifully set formal dining room table.  And it’s being desecrated by two young blond boybanders—Lance and Justin—thrashing around, sending expensive china and crystal crashing to the floor in a near violent 69.  She watches them with held breath, worrying that they might see her and stop.  But they don’t.  When Lance breathlessly sinks his middle finger in a nearby saucer of butter, she heads for the next door.

            Somehow…someway…Justin is there, too.  She does a double take, rubs her eyes, and looks again.  It really is Justin there.  She runs back to where Justin is howling, two of Lance’s buttery fingers inside him.  Then she tiptoes back to this, fourth room, and sees Justin again…with Chris.  She doesn’t question how this is possible, she just watches Justin and Chris chase each other around a playroom, wrestle each other, tickle each other, laughing the whole time.  It’s very sweet.  They, too, don’t know she’s there, or don’t acknowledge her presence if they do know.  They arm wrestle.  They thumb wrestle.  She leaves when they start to penis wrestle.

            A little way down the hall is yet another doorway.  She peeks inside, and giggles.  Josh, his body wrapped in a white plush bathrobe, his hair in a matching towel, sits cross-legged in a high backed wicker chair worthy of Morticia Adams.  Joey is on the floor at Josh’s feet.  He’s wearing a micro mini nurse’s uniform, white thigh highs, and white stiletto heels.  He sucks Josh’s toes while Josh blows on his black and green painted fingernails.  Joey kisses and sucks each of Josh’s ten little piggies into his mouth before licking a trail from ankle up to knee.  Josh says something the woman can’t make out and uncrosses his legs.  The robe obscures her view, so she can’t really see what happens after Joey shoves his face between Josh’s legs.

            In the next room Josh and Lance are kissing and undressing happily and comfortably.  They are very gentle with one another, considerate.  Josh sighs sweetly as Lance removes each article of their clothes and carefully hangs them up, bypassing several plain plastic hangers for nice and heavy wooden ones for his silk shirt and Josh’s pink pleather pants.  Lance sits on the bed, hands folded, humming patiently and smiling as Josh ties a silk scarf protectively over his long wavy hair and takes a quick shot of minty breath spray.  He then takes a large jug of Slip’N’Slide lube from a dresser, scoops out a huge glob of the gel and walks over to the bed.  He sits next to Lance and the two kiss hotly, until Josh reaches down to apply the sticky stuff to his bouncing erection.  Lance stops him, chuckles condescendingly, and pulls Josh’s lube-filled hand towards his own red erection.  Josh shakes his head with strained politeness and says something about taking turns.  Lance rolls his eyes and points to a calendar on the wall where little L’s and J’s pepper the dates, some days containing several L’s and J’s on the same day.  The woman stands back and tries not to laugh as Josh and Lance argue over who gets to be on top.  She moves on to the next door when the two men grab a calculator.

            The next room’s floor is covered from wall to wall in white paper.  Joey lies naked in the center of the floor, hands behind his head, watching Chris mix something in a large bucket.  The woman can’t exactly tell what they’re talking about, but she hears them mention something about presents and art and painting something for Josh.  It begins to make sense when Chris removes his clothes and stands over Joey with several buckets of paint.  He pours some colors over and around Joey’s body, and then proceeds to use his hard cock as a paintbrush.  Joey laughs playfully as Chris tickles him, smearing the vibrant colors all over him with his cock, his belly, his fingers.  After a while the buckets spill and Joey and Chris roll around in the paint and paper, making love and making art.

            Chris isn’t naked in the next room; he’s wearing a chain-link shirt, leather chaps, and a very painful looking cock-n-ball torture device.  He’s tied to a wall.  He’s uncharacteristically quiet because of the leather ball gag strapped to his head.  The woman feels a little frightened for him, but the smile on Chris’s face soothes her worries.  He smiles even bigger when Lance, dressed in a beautiful Armani suit and wing-tipped shoes, comes out of an adjoining bathroom wiping his hands on a towel.  Lance doesn’t say much, mentions something to Chris about a “safe word” as he removes a whip, a riding crop, and surgical gloves from his briefcase.  The woman watches for a while, until Chris’ bare ass is red with hand-shaped welts. 

            The woman clutches the next doorway, holding her breath while watching Joey fuck Justin on all fours.  The bed they’re on shakes.  The table next to the bed shakes.  The whole room shakes as Joey thrusts faster, squeezing Justin’s hips in his hands.  Justin buries his face in pillows, but she can still hear him scream Joey’s name.

            The last room is pitch dark, but then the wall across from her illuminates like a picture show.  The woman watches a fast sequence of silent scenes:

            Prepubescent Justin and teenaged Josh meet on a television set…Josh smiles a lot as he shows his new co-star around…Justin follows him everywhere he goes…

            Justin sings and dances while Josh watches enthusiastically…Josh sings and dances while Justin watches adoringly…

            The future biggest band in the world forms…Justin seeks solace from homesickness in Josh’s arms…Justin watches from afar as Josh flirts with foreign women…Josh protects Justin from lecherous older men…

            Josh and Justin spend extra time in recording studios, singing to each other for practice…Justin grows facial hair and several inches taller, and Josh stops letting Justin sleep with him when he’s homesick…

            The group’s reign over America begins…the always affectionate friends’ touches and smiles linger, become more frequent…Justin’s sexiness comes out on stage, and Josh makes a point to not notice…Josh juggles a girlfriend and random groupies, and Justin makes a point to not notice…

            Josh writes songs that Justin gushes over…Justin seeks out late night advice from Josh on his own songwriting attempts…professional turmoil hits everyone hard, and lead singers find comfort in each other's company…an offhand observation about how “close” they are, and Josh retreats into himself…Justin walks in on Josh kissing another man and bolts…

            Justin starts dating his childhood sweetheart…Josh starts dating a girl that Justin can barely stand…

            Justin enlists songwriting help from outside the group…Josh congratulates Justin’s success and pours himself into new interests, new music, and a new, sexier look…Justin leaves the teen years behind and cultivates an older attitude and a new, sexier look…both men try not to, but somehow end up flirting with each other anyway…

            A gigantic tour creates distance from girlfriends that can only be filled with closeness from friends…Josh spends more time alone, and Justin spends more time with others, looking behind him every time he leaves to see if Josh is watching…Josh tries not to watch…

            A tumultuous relationship ends for good, and Josh withdraws into himself, only to be rescued by the comforting words and arms of Justin…they spend more time together, alone…friendly hugs become more intense, more frequent, harder to break…late night heart to heart talks about everything from music to sexuality to friendship move from buses to bunks to beds, often ending in friends sleeping in one another’s arms…hands are nervously held in dark limos and under tables…when Justin leaves to spend time with his girlfriend, Josh doesn’t hesitate to admit he’ll miss him…a platonic goodbye hug turns into a not so platonic kiss on the cheek…

            Josh turns 25, and after partying all night, when they’re completely alone, Justin drunkenly offers to give Josh his birthday spankings…Josh drunkenly suggests a birthday kiss instead…before Josh can take it back, their lips meet.  They kiss each other until the sun comes up, clothes on, too happy and nervous to get beyond first base.

            They talk of moving slow, but they spend their first night together touching and tasting and doing “everything but”…the rest of the tour they steal kisses in closets, behind curtains, in dressing rooms…not even their bodyguards catch them sneaking out of each other’s hotel rooms in the morning…when the tour ends, Justin brings Josh to his house to stay…indefinitely…

            After kissing and whispering and questioning and reassuring, Justin takes Josh’s hand and leads him to his bedroom…

            The wall goes dark as light enters the room, and the woman sees that this is the very room from the last scene in the little movie.  Justin and Josh are wearing the same clothes, Josh has the same, longish wavy blonde highlighted hair.  Justin’s is little more than peach fuzz.  They kiss each other softly, nervously, as they walk toward the bed.  As the clothes come off, as their breathing becomes more ragged, their kisses deeper and hungrier, it’s harder for her to resist going inside the room and getting a closer look.  Especially with Justin moaning softly as Josh lays him on the bed and climbs on top of him.  And with Josh sighing loudly every time Justin squeezes his ass and thrusts up against him.

            She watches them kiss, lips and tongues engaging and disengaging, teeth scraping over jaws, noses rubbing together.  Then they stop, Justin on top, staring down at Josh, faces inches apart, and they just breathe on each other, kissing with their eyes.

            She watches them touch each other—faces, necks, heaving chests, swollen nipples, hard abs, strong thighs, fuzzy calves, ticklish feet.  She hears it when they finally touch each other’s cocks.  Josh gasps and buries his head into Justin’s shoulder, but Justin doesn’t make a sound.  He mouths something against Josh’s lips and strokes him slowly, rubbing his cock against Josh’s belly.

            She sighs and watches them look at each other.  She watches Josh sit back on his heels and take the sight in—Justin, naked, ready for him, sprawled out in front of him, legs parted for him.  Josh’s eyes travel over the beautiful hard body, and his hands follow the path shortly thereafter.  Justin gazes up into silvery blue eyes and bows into the touch.  He sucks on Josh’s right hand while the left slides between his legs.

            She watches them move, rolling on sides, switching positions, humping each other madly.  They kiss and hold their stiff cocks in hand and rub them against each other…between legs, over stomachs, across parted lips.  Justin pushes Josh on his stomach and learns Josh’s body with his cock, leading it over every inch of Josh’s skin from ankle to wild curls, his cock leaking a few lustrous drops every few inches.  Then he turns Josh on his back and starts over again at his toes, until finally, he leans over Josh and offers his sex, groaning thankfully as he watches it disappear down Josh’s throat.

            The woman squeezes her thighs together as she watches Justin fuck Josh’s mouth.  He slowly tilts his hips, so careful and gentle with Josh.  His legs spread wide as he straddles Josh’s neck and places Josh’s hand between his legs as he thrusts against him.  Justin shudders when Josh flirts with his anus while licking and sucking his penis…just the tip, then the entire shaft, shallow and then deep, until Justin groans and pulls away.

            One hand sliding down the front of her nightgown, the other opening the top to fondle a rigid nipple, the woman watches Josh nibble on Justin’s fingers as his thickness fills Justin’s mouth.  Justin flicks his tongue around the tip, milking the shaft as Josh lifts his hips off the bed and begs to be swallowed.  When Justin obliges, Josh whimpers and spreads his legs.  Eyes squeezed together, he thrusts himself into Justin’s mouth until he starts to pant and Justin stops.

            And then they kiss.

            And then Justin lies nervously on his back, legs parted slightly and trembling, as Josh reaches under a pillow for something.

            And then Justin closes his eyes and breathes deeply while Josh fills him with slicked up fingers.

            And then Josh places Justin’s hands on his own cock, sighing as Justin jerks him off, spreading clear lubricant up and down his throbbing sex.

            And then Josh cups Justin’s cheek and lies on top of him.  He stares down into Justin’s scared eyes and gently pushes Justin’s thighs apart with his knees.  They kiss softly, and then Josh asks Justin something the woman can’t hear.  It’s barely above a whisper, but she knows it’s a question by the way he smoothes his hand over Justin’s buzzed head and nuzzles his nose when he speaks.  Josh laces their fingers together, kisses the man-boy underneath him, and asks if he’s sure.  When Justin takes a deep breath and whispers “yes,” she knows she’s witnessing their first time.

            Josh spreads his lover out, opens him, grinds his erection against Justin’s until they’re both panting, until Justin begs for it.  And then Josh guides his weeping cock into place, spreading slick lubricant and his own pre-ejaculate all around Justin’s entrance.  The men lock eyes, and Josh pushes inside.  Justin tenses immediately, but Josh whispers to him and kisses him and holds him tight as he makes love to him.  Slow, steady, even-breathed.  The woman watches from many yards away, and yet she can still see clearly, see tongues gliding inside mouths, see hips squirming and sliding together, thighs squeezing thighs, Josh’s rigid cock sinking in and out of Justin.  It looks so good, good enough to taste.  She wants to taste them, feel them, cheer them on, somehow be part of the heat in that bed.  She wants to know what they are whispering to each other as they fuck, what Justin moans into the pillow when Josh twists Justin’s hips and slides in at a new angle.  She wants to know the taste of the precum oozing out of Justin’s cock, onto his stomach, into Josh’s hand.  Josh does it for her, licking the dew from his fingers before wrapping his hand around Justin’s sex again.  He strokes Justin a little faster and sucks Justin’s tongue into his mouth harder.  Yes, she wants to taste them, but she settles for tasting herself.  She lets her fingers get nice and wet inside her before bringing them to her lips.  She remembers Justin’s lips on her sex as she watches Justin hungrily suck on Josh’s tongue and chin and neck.  She remembers Josh’s cock inside her as she watches him thrust himself inside Justin, pull almost all the way out, and then groan deeply as he thrusts back in again.

            Justin’s face starts to slacken, his grip on Josh’s back loosens, his legs around Josh’s hips spread just a bit father, and then Josh sinks in all the way.  They both gasp when Justin swallows Josh completely.  Justin shimmies his hips against Josh, his cock thudding heavily between them.

            The woman sighs loudly as she watches the two young, beautiful friends become one.  If they hear her they don’t show it.  If they realize she’s watching them from the doorway, rubbing her sex-wet fingers on her lips and her nipples, they don’t care.  They just continue making love, moving onto their sides for a bit, then with Justin on top, riding Josh slowly, his face a little pained, a lot overwhelmed.  They stare into each other’s eyes and mouth things the woman can’t understand.  They trace lips and nipples with wet fingers.  Josh squeezes Justin’s ass as he plunges up into him.  Justin twists his hips like only he can, provoking shudders and squeals from the man under him.  Josh thrusts harder and faster, and when Justin pleads, Josh rolls him over on his back.  They move against each other, with each other, faster until tears roll down Justin’s face.  The woman wants so much to kiss those tears away, but Josh does it for her.  He gives Justin the sweetest look and then whispers something in his ear.  Justin gasps, sounding like a sob, then whispers back, eyes glassy but smiling, “me, too.”

            And then it’s just too much for her.  She can’t help grinding against her palm while watching them fuck faster and faster, Josh moaning “baby” over and over, Justin squealing “yes…please” louder and louder.  She has to press her body to the wall, shuddering as Josh raises up over his lover and thrusts deep, hard, sweating, fast, strong.  She can feel pressure building in her groin when Justin curls up, meeting Josh’s every slide, every stroke, every arch.  And she waits, as close as she is, because she wants to watch them come.  And it’s as beautiful as she knew it would be.  Josh’s back clenches, Justin’s hands gripping him tight.  Justin’s legs around Josh’s waist go rigid, his hips lift off the bed, his mouth opens, his eyes wide.  They kiss one last time, and then dissolve into one, moaning each other’s names, shaking, stroking, thrusting, coming, coming, coming, all over each other, inside each other, with each other, until they’re spent.

            “Ohh,” she moans, to herself, not wanting to disturb them in their afterglow.  She sinks a finger inside her sex, eager to get off on this voyeuristic trip.  She licks her lips, wanting to close her eyes and relive the bliss she just witnessed, but she doesn’t want to miss them kissing, Josh asking if Justin is ok, Justin holding Josh’s hand over his heart.  She wants to come when there’s nothing else to watch, but then the room goes dark again, and she hears voices behind her.

            “There you are.”  She turns around quickly, as quickly as she can with a hand between her legs.  Josh and Justin stand across the hall, smirking at her.  It’s them now, Josh with slightly shorter hair, Justin with several months’ worth of light brown curls.  They’re wearing the same clothes she saw on them when she first “met” them.  She can’t quite figure out what’s going on, and she doesn’t have time to ask.  “So,” Justin says, looking down her body, past the open nightgown to where her fingers gently stroke her labia.  He smiles, looks back into her eyes and says, “Had enough?”

            “No,” she says firmly.  The two men smile and walk into the room where their ghostly doubles just made love.  They wait for her to follow, then motion for her to sit in a chair a few feet from them.  She does, glancing over at the bed for any sign of the “other” Josh and Justin, but the bed is empty, made up, completely unused.  There’s no time to miss them, because Josh and Justin of the here and now are kissing against the wall.  Lips red, breathing heavy, hard already, and she suspects that maybe they were watching the show, too.

            “You want this?” Justin grunts, placing Josh’s hand on his crotch.  Josh grunts back and pushes Justin against the wall, hard, sucking on his lips as he slides Justin’s zipper down.  Their breathing is noisy, their moans are noisy, the smack of lips against lips, crotch against crotch is noisy, and it fills the woman’s ears.  She is so turned on she can barely think straight, and it doesn’t help at all when Justin turns to her and says, “I want you to fuck yourself while you watch.”

            “Alright,” she says, almost laughing, because she was planning on doing it anyway.  But Justin wanting it makes it better.  Josh smiling at her, asking her to spread her legs for him, that makes it better.  When their pants come down just enough to reveal tight asses and rock hard phalluses, that’s definitely better.  When Justin spins Josh around to face her, removing Josh’s pants and stroking his cock while Josh reaches behind to slowly stroke Justin’s, that is fucking much better.  And it makes her better, wetter.

            “Mmm, you look so good, baby,” Josh says to the woman.  Justin sucks on his lover’s neck and fists his cock.  “Fuck, Justin,” Josh groans, closing his eyes as he thrusts into Justin’s hand.  The woman squirms in the chair as she rolls her swollen clitoris between her fingers and honey drips out of her sex like the honey spilling from Josh’s cock.

            “Josh.”  Justin quickly pushes Josh against the wall and stares him down.  A sly smile creeps across his face.  “Do you know what I want?”

            “Tell me, baby,” Josh whispers.  Justin leans closer, eyes wide and focused.

            “I’ll tell you,” Justin grunts.  He plants Josh’s hands on his dick and says firmly, cockily, menacingly, “I want you to suck this cock…until it’s bigger and harder than it’s ever been…and then I’m gonna fuck you with it.”  Josh looks almost scared, but then he smiles, too, and kisses his way down Justin’s body, until his lips are wrapped around Justin’s penis and Justin is moaning and throwing his head back.  The woman watches Josh deep throat the thick flesh, Justin pushing on the back of Josh’s head wildly.  It’s so good and naughty, and the woman figures that now, finally, she’ll come.  She’s wrong.  Wrong because she wants to come looking at them, and she can’t see once Justin pulls Josh to his feet, pushes his face against the wall, kicks his legs far apart.  She moves her chair so she can see better, careful not to miss Justin spit into his hand and spread Josh’s buttocks.  She gasps when Justin quickly sinks inside Josh’s body, slamming him flush against the wall.  She can’t help it; it’s desperate the way Justin fucks him, squeezing his nipples and pulling his hips back to meet him.  Josh gulps huge breaths, his face in a grimace, but he keeps telling Justin not to stop, to give him more.  Justin does.

            “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Justin says against Josh’s hair as he slides his hand up Josh’s sweaty back.  They slow down for a brief minute and turn to look at the woman panting in the chair a few feet away.  “Isn’t he beautiful?” Justin asks her, suddenly gentle with the man in his arms.  “Isn’t he the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

            “Oh, yes,” the woman moans, anxious for release, fingers working fast between her legs. 

            “Justin…baby…love me, baby.”  Josh closes his eyes and leans back, groaning loudly as he impales himself on Justin’s cock, and his feet come a little off the ground when Justin tilts his hips.  They both sigh, moan, as if they might burst into tears.  They move just the slightest bit, but Justin is so deep inside Josh that they don’t need more.  The taller and stronger Justin pushes Josh hard against the wall as he supports both their weight.  Josh locks his ankles around Justin’s legs, bracing himself against the wall and begging for Justin to never stop.  Justin holds Josh tight, promises him that he never will, and the woman’s done.  She laughs as she comes, leaning back in the chair, legs splayed wide so the men can see her fingers in her sex.  When she’s done gasping and licking her fingers clean, Justin wails and comes hard, barely able to keep standing when Josh comes a second later, screaming and shooting thick white liquid against the wall.

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            The woman wakes up.  She’s sitting in a hard chair, her wrists handcuffed behind her back.  She’s naked and blindfolded.  Wherever she is, it’s completely silent.  Then sounds, sounds of people partying, but muffled.  Faint thumping music, drunken laughter.  The noise rises in a crescendo, then falls faint again with the thud of a door closing.  She opens her mouth to call out, but the voices of Josh and Justin quickly silence her.

            I’ve been wanting this all day, J.

            Lock the door, Josh.  Now, come here.

            Mmmmm…you’re hard already, aren’t you, baby?

            Kiss me.  Oh.  You’re mouth tastes so good.  I…mmm…want…you.

            Tell me what you want, Justin.

            Want me to tell you what I’m gonna do to you?

            Yes…mmmm…oh, yes.

            Take off those shiny designer clothes for me, Josh.

            You, too.

            No…you take mine off.  Yes.  Oh…yeah.  Nice and slow.  See what I’ve got for you?

            Yeah, baby.  Mmmm.  Jus…ooohh…talk to me when you…oh…touch me there.

            I’m gonna lay you down on that bed.

            Oh…mmm…yes, baby.

            And then…oh, Josh…so big.  Mmmm…I’m gonna kiss you all over.  Your…mmm…mouth.

            Keep talking while I…mmmmphh.

            That’s it, Josh.  Suck me…ohhhh.  Baby, I’m gonna kiss down your chest.  Lick your…oh.  Sweet little nipples.  I’m gonna taste all of you, baby.  Your hard stomach.  The inside of your…mmm…yeah…your thigh.  I’m gonna turn you over and nibble on your ass, just like you like, Josh.  Oh…yeah, lick me right there. 

            I want you so damn much, Justin.

            C’mere.

            Mmmm…you like the way you taste?

            Fuck, yeah.  I want you now.  Get the stuff…just where we left it last night.  Come…lay down, Josh.

            Tell me what you want.

            I…mmm…shhh, I hear someone.  Be quiet, baby, and I’ll…

            Mmm…oh…fuck…oh…yes.

            Sssshhh, Josh, or I’ll stop sucking this big cock of yours.

            Please, don’t stop.  Ple…pl…awwww…plea…baby.  Mmmmm.

            I’m gonna tell you what I’m going to do.

            Oh God.  Now, Justin.  Can’t wait.

            I’m gonna slide between your strong thighs, grind you, kiss your hot mouth.  Like this.

            Fuck, yes.  Mmmm…now.

            Then…you’re gonna lick these 2 fingers until their soaking wet…and I’m gonna slide them inside you, baby.

            Justin…plea…please.  Need you.

            I’m gonna rub my cock against yours while I fingerfuck you.  And you’ll wrap your legs around me and beg me to come inside you.

            Want you so bad, Jus.  Kiss me.

            Then I’ll watch you lube me up…just like you’re doing now.

            Oh…mmm.  Then what, baby?  Tell me.

            Then…Josh…you’re gonna open your legs for me…and your gonna stroke your cock for me…and I’m gonna watch until you can’t take it…and I can’t take it.

            Fuck me, Justin.  I need you.

            Josh, want you so bad.  That’s what I’ll say.  And you’ll push up against me…just like you’re doing…and you’ll pull me down on top of you…yeah, like this.

            Ohhh…then…then…baby, please.  I’m so hot for you, Justin.  Please.

            Then…I’ll kiss you…mmmm…yesssss…and I’ll take my cock…and I’ll tease you with it…just…a little…mmmm…feel it, baby?  Feel my cock dripping all over your tight—

            Ohhh…Justin, if you don’t fuck me now!

            Yes, Josh.  That’s what you’ll say.  You’ll look at me like this…I won’t be able to stand it any longer…I’ll tell you…oh…how much I need you.  Want you, baby.  You make me crazy.

            Please, Justin.  Come inside me.  Now.  Before I explode.

            You gonna come for me, baby?

            All over you.  Fuck me.

            Yes.  I will.  Now.

            Oh.  Ohhhhhh!!!!  Ohhh…sweet…Justin…yes!  Fuck me, fuck me…don’t stop.

            Shit…Josh…so good.  Baby.  Can’t. 

            Yes.  Fuck, yes.  I…oh, too fucking good.  I’m.  Oh…touch me.

            Josh, baby.  Want you to come for me.  You feel too good tonight.  I...I can’t.

            Come inside me, Justin.  Now.  Wanna feel you come in me.

            Yes.  Here I…Oh, Josh…here…I…come with me…now…here…oh—

            The woman can’t make out any distinct words when they climax.  A lot of grunting and sighing and noisy bedsprings, a long, almost pained moan from Josh, a series of short pants and whispered endearments from Justin.  The whole experience has left her terribly frustrated, and she’s positive that she’s soaked the fabric of the chair beneath her when she hears Justin noisily lick Josh’s stomach clean.  It’s quiet for a few moments, and then she hears them move.  A door opens.  A shower runs very quickly, and then they’re back, kissing loudly as they dry each other.  Suddenly she feels lips on hers.  She wrestles with the handcuffs as a tongue slides into her mouth.  When the kiss stops she licks her lips and tries to lean forward for more, to no avail.

            “Hey,” she whispers, “I can’t—”

            “Sshhhh.  Don’t say anything.”  The woman recognizes the voice as Justin’s.  “Don’t talk.”  The woman nods her head and waits, anxious, nervous.  After a few silent moments, she feels his hand on her chin.

            “Open your mouth…just a little bit,” Justin says.  She does as told, trembling as his fingers trace her parted lips.  He runs his thumb over her tongue and wets her lips with her saliva.  Soon his thumb is replaced by the familiar thickness of his cock.  She feels him lightly touch the head of his half-hard penis to her lips, and he groans as it begins to stiffen almost immediately.

            “Yeah, baby,” she hears Josh say from behind her.  “Lick his cock, baby.”  She sticks her tongue out and gently bathes Justin’s penis and scrotum as she struggles against her restraints.

            “Oh yeah,” Justin hisses.  “Kiss it.”  The woman kisses the phallus all over, the shaft, the base, everywhere she can reach.  “Mmmm.  Now, open your mouth.”  She just has time to cover her teeth before Justin slides himself between her lips.  He fills her mouth, grunts, and pulls back.  She moans around his thickness, wanting to free her hands so she can control his speed and depth.  But that’s not possible.  Justin slides in and out of her mouth a little faster, but he doesn’t force himself down her throat.

            “Not too much, baby,” Josh says.  “Don’t hurt her.  She’s sweet.”  Josh leans over her from behind and strokes her breasts while kissing her cheek.  “You’re sweet as pie.”  Justin pulls out and teases her lips with the tip of his cock.  “So sweet,” Josh whispers in her ear.  She stiffens up when Josh’s hand slides down her stomach, between her legs.  She leans into his touch and cries out when his middle finger enters her.

            “No speaking,” Justin scolds her, and quickly quiets her with his cock again.  She sucks him hard as Josh’s fingers pulse inside her.  Then Josh pulls his hand from her sex.

            “Mmmm,” he says in her ear as he sucks his glistening fingers into his mouth.  “Sweet.”  She tries hard not to make another sound when Josh dips two fingers into her dripping sex and spreads her wetness all over her clitoris.  She presses her hips forward, forcing her tender vulva against Josh’s hand, all the while licking and sucking Justin’s erection faster.  She squeezes Josh’s hand between her thighs and tries to come, but he then quickly moves away.  She sighs, frustrated, and Justin pulls his cock from her mouth and leans against her.

            “It’s alright, baby,” Justin says softly as he stands between her legs and rubs his dick against her breasts.  Then Josh grasps her by the shoulders and lifts her up as Justin slides under her to sit on the chair.  She can’t help but smile in anticipation as Justin guides his cock between her engorged labia.  She bites her lip to keep from howling as he pulls her down on his lap, sinking his fat cock completely inside her in one thrust.

            “Ohh,” she says as quietly as she can, moving with Justin and straining against the handcuffs at the same time.  Justin fondles her nipples and kisses her roughly as he fucks her.  His cock is rock hard inside her, and his pace accelerates right away.

            “Mmm…tight,” Justin groans against her lips.  He pushes her back against the chair so she arches, and when he curls his hips, his cock hits against the front of her vagina.

            “Oh!  Fuck!  Right there!” she moans, legs spreading wider as she rides him harder, urging him to get her G-Spot.

            “Shhh,” Justin says, gasping, pulling her hips against him fast.  “Don’t talk.”

            “Please…please,” the woman squeals, her arms aching behind her.  “Please!”  Justin shoves his tongue in her mouth and fucks her, hard.  He does not let her speak, but he lets her guide his movements.  She grunts and winces when she wants him to stop, she moans and squeezes him with her legs when she wants him to go on. 

            “Oh…fuck me…c’mon…fuck me,” Justin grunts in her ear.  The woman arches her back and tightens her sex around Justin’s cock, and he thanks her with two licked wet fingers on her achingly hard clitoris.  “That’s it…yes…yes…” he whispers as he rubs the hypersensitive tip of her erection until she squeals and shakes the chair.

            “Yes…Justin…now,” she gasps as her loins start burning.  Justin cries out and comes deep inside her, fucking her fast, hitting her right there.  Within seconds she comes, too, gushing warm clear glandular fluid from her sex as she screams and trembles in Justin’s arms.

            “You’re wonderful,” Justin whispers as the woman slumps against him.  She just smiles as she catches her breath.  After a few kisses he lifts her up, and they both sigh as his soft penis slides out of her.

            “Oh…Jus—” Justin shushes her with a finger on the lips as he sits her back down in the chair.  When she nods her head that she won’t speak, he moves away from her.  Soon she feels a warm, damp cloth on her forehead and a chaste kiss on her shoulder.

            “Relax,” Josh says to her as he cleans her sweaty skin and applies tiny kisses to her elbows, her navel, her knees, her nipples.  She tenses when she feels his lips near her pubic bone.  “It’s ok.  I’ll be gentle.”  Josh spreads her thighs and gently licks her inner and outer lips clean of the last remnants of hers and Justin’s release, careful not to touch her oversensitive clitoris.  When she sighs thankfully, he finishes with the cloth and kisses her, letting her suck on his tongue so she can taste the ecstasy that she and Justin made.  Josh pulls away from her, and no words are spoken as her breathing returns to normal.  Someone’s hands enclose hers and clutch the handcuffs.  Someone else’s lips touch her ear.

            “Had enough?”  When she shakes her head no, the two men move away from her, and suddenly the room is quiet.  She tries her hands; still chained.  She sighs, sinks down in the chair quickly falls asleep.

 

~*~*~*~*~*~

 

            “Hello?” the woman calls out to an empty room.  She opens her eyes to find herself in bra and panties, un-blindfolded, unchained, and in the same position as before, with her hands clasped together behind her back in the chair.  She gets up from the chair and approaches the open door.  Down a hallway she can see blue daylight pouring out of a room.  She doesn’t question how it can be dark, crescent moon shining brightly through the window in front of her, and then early morning only a few yards down the hall.  She just follows the light.  In this room there is nothing but a large white four-poster bed…and Justin.  He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a tight black T-shirt and black jeans.  When she enters the room he glances at her quickly, smiles shyly, and stands up.  She starts to approach him, but he holds his hand out.

            “There,” he says softly, and points to a chair placed a few feet in front of the bed.  The woman starts to protest but shuts up quickly when Justin pulls the T-shirt slowly up and off.  She sits down obediently and watches as Justin slowly walks to the window.  He sighs as he runs his fingers through his short curls and arches his back.  He looks over his shoulder and smirks when he catches the woman eyeing his firm ass as he sticks it out.  “You like to watch, don’t you?”

            “Yes,” she says plainly.

            “Why?” Justin asks, leaning against the wall and rubbing his hand over his rippling abs.  “Why do you like watching us so much?”

            “I just…because.”  The woman loses her train of thought in Justin’s tongue skirting over his lips, his legs spreading wider, his fingers lightly outlining the bulge in his pants.  “Because…you’re beautiful.”

            “I’m beautiful,” Justin says, no question at all.  He half-smiles at her as he slowly strokes his cock through his jeans.  “Is that the only reason?”

            “I…I don’t know,” replies the woman, eyes glued to Justin’s large hands touching himself.  He moves to stand directly in front of her.

            “You think this is beautiful?” Justin asks, almost innocently, as he unzips his jeans and takes out his penis.  The woman stares him in the eye, waiting for him to laugh or grin or say something else, but he just stands there, holding his cock, lightly stroking it as it grows.  She looks down at it, smiles, and nods her head.  “You like to watch…we like to be watched…it’s perfect, don’t cha think?” Justin asks, his head titled, as he comes closer, so that his cock is merely inches from her face.  He smiles a little down at her, licking his lips, and then pushes his jeans all the way down.  He steps out of the jeans puddled around his bare feet and puts his hands on his hips.  “Does watching me touch myself make you hot?” Justin asks her.  She nods mutely, transfixed by Justin’s cock lengthening and reddening right in front of her.  “You wish it was you doing it,” he says softly, running a finger up the underside of the shaft, lifting the heavy organ, then releasing it to bounce playfully in her face.  She squirms in the chair and nods again.  He leans forward, just enough so she can smell his musk, just enough so that her nose brushes against the head of his cock.  He licks his lips at her, and takes a quick step back when she attempts to taste him.

            “Watch,” Justin says.  He licks his fingertips, then teases the tip of his cock until a pearl of liquid forms and he purrs, “watch, baby.”  The woman squeezes her legs together and watches him move back to the bed.  He crawls under the sheets and rolls on his back, letting the white sheet fall down to where she can only make out the sparse line of hair leading down to his cock.  She watches him lick his fingers again and slowly send his fingers over his face, his neck, and his chest.  When he squeezes both his nipples between his fingers, he moans, “mmm…baby” and moves his hips just the slightest bit.  His lips part and his eyes close as he rubs his wet fingers over the shriveled, hard buds.  His hips start to thrust forward in tiny little movements.  His legs spread under the sheets, and the woman stands up to get a better view.

            “Oh…yeah,” Justin whispers, rolling a nipple between two fingers.  The other hand smoothes up and down his stomach, tracing well defined muscles and milky skin.  The woman moves the chair to the side of the bed, not too close, and sits on it backwards, arms on the back of the chair so she won’t be tempted to touch him…or herself.  She presses her lips into the backs of her hands so he won’t hear her moan when his hand slowly goes under the sheet.  Justin breathes in sharply as he handles his cock underneath the white linens.  She sighs, frustrated that he won’t let her see how he thrusts up into his hand, how he rubs the tip of his cock with his thumb, how he slides one then both hands up and down the shaft.

            “Yes…so…good,” he sighs.  He licks his lips and winces, and the woman uses all her restraint not to jump on top of him and see just what he’s doing under that damn sheet.  His hips undulate slow and steady and his legs spread wider, causing the sheet to slide down just a little, exposing soft pubic hair.  “Aw, fuck…fuck,” Justin whispers as his hands move faster, and he arches his back, and a wet spot appears on the sheet covering the tip of his erection.  He pants for a few seconds then turns onto his stomach quickly, the sharp movement tossing the sheet aside, much to the woman’s delight.  Now she can see clearly as Justin humps the mattress, pressing his hips forward to grind his hard cock against the bed in a slow rhythm.  He tucks his face to his chest and whimpers as he spreads his legs further apart.  The woman giggles excitedly and moves again so she can see everything; his back muscles flexing, his legs pulsing, his cock grazing the sheets, his testicles drawing up to his body, his sweet little puckered aperture contracting and relaxing with each increasingly powerful thrust of Justin’s pelvis.

            “Oh…Josh…mmm.”  Justin leans up on his arms and swerves his hips lewdly, the firm mattress and soft, crisp sheets making contact with every inch of his erect penis.  He shudders a little, licks his lips and whispers his lover’s name.  “Josh…want you…want you in me, baby,” he says softly, and the woman silently concurs.  Justin makes a wanton noise deep in his throat and leans his chest on the bed and lifts his ass up in the air, spreading himself immodestly.  He breathes loudly as he jerks off with one hand and massages his balls with another.  She watches him gyrate his hips in perfect steady rhythm, and suddenly realizes that she’s aping him, her legs gripping the chair as she tilts her hips back and forth, gently humping the seat.  “Mmmm…fuck me, Josh…please,” Justin whimpers and coats his fingertips with the precum drooling from his cock.  He spreads wider and slides wet fingers toward his anus.  The woman bites her lip as Justin teases the bud, grunting Josh’s name before sliding a finger just inside.

            “Ughhh…fuck me…Jo…uhhhh,” groans Justin as he presses his finger inside himself a little deeper.  He lets out a long, deep moan and collapses on the bed, riding his hand for a few exquisite seconds before turning onto his back.  Justin grimaces and smiles alternately as he thrusts his hips up and off the bed, stroking his cock fast and playing with his ass at the same time.  He opens his eyes and looks down, between his legs, at the woman staring at him with open mouth and huge eyes.  He doesn’t speak, just stares at her as he opens his legs as wide as they will go and swivels his hips almost violently.  He tilts his hips upward and curves his finger into his anus.  “Yes…yes…want you like this,” Justin whispers, moving faster, jerking his cock faster.  “Wanna feel your cock in me…Josh…please…oh…fuck me, my sweet—oooh!”  And then Justin’s legs lock, his finger quivering inside him, and he screams, head thrown back and back arched painfully high as he climaxes, shooting his semen all over his stomach and hands and the sheets.  He mouths “Josh” over and over as he milks his dick for every last drop of creamy liquid, and then he collapses to the bed.

            “Mmm,” Justin mumbles as he licks his lips and let’s his spent cock slip out of his wet hands.  “Mmm…Josh.”

            “Baby.”  The woman looks over her shoulder and almost gasps.  Josh comes out of the corner, hair sexily disheveled, eyes large and shiny, lips parted, naked save the ever-present chain around his neck.  She is too stunned to ask if he’d been there the whole time, watching them in a dark corner…watching Justin.  She assumes he has been.  He’s fully aroused and breathing shallowly as he approaches them, eyes fixed on Justin spread out on the bed, hands smearing a mass of clear gel up and down his cock.  Josh approaches the bed, then stops right next to the woman.  Without tearing his gaze from Justin, he says, “You want to watch.”

            “Please,” she entreats.  Josh smiles and climbs onto the bed, between Justin’s legs.  Justin wraps his arms around Josh’s waist and gazes up at him longingly.

            “Josh, sweetie,” Justin groans as Josh grinds his lubed cock against Justin’s sticky stomach.  Josh looks down at Justin’s sated face as he spreads Justin’s legs with his thighs.

            “You were so beautiful,” Josh whispers.  He traces Justin’s lips, then slides his thumb into Justin’s mouth.  “Justin…I’m gonna fuck you.”  Justin purrs when Josh kisses him, licks his lips and jaw, sucks on his tongue, and then quickly pushes him onto his side.  Josh pulls Justin back against his body and bends Justin’s legs upwards with his own.  “You ready to get fucked, baby?” Josh whispers into Justin’s ear as he guides his cock between Justin’s buttocks.  Justin spreads his legs willingly, and arches his back, pressing his entrance against the head of Josh’s cock.

            “Yes.”

            “Yes.”  Josh holds Justin’s hips tight, and with a deep gasp, sinks his penis inside him.  Justin opens his mouth, squeezes his eyes shut, and lets loose a long, guttural moan as Josh pushes all the way in and rests there, squeezing Justin’s pecs and sucking on his neck.

            “Oh…mmmm,” Justin says, pulling Josh’s arms around him so they fit together perfectly.  Josh sighs and lifts Justin’s leg up, giving the woman they don’t seem to know is there full view of Josh’s cock nestled inside Justin.  She crosses her legs and sighs softly.  As Josh pulls out and then pushes back in, he whispers into Justin’s ear so softly that she can barely hear.

            “You’re so good, Justin…loved watching you come for me…made me so hard…wanted you so much.”  Justin moves against him, touching his nipples and his stomach but ignoring the limpness between his legs that appears to be coming to life again.  Josh nibbles on Justin’s neck as he thrusts into him, lifting Justin’s leg even higher, grunting noisily against into Justin’s curls.

            “You think she likes seeing my cock inside you?” Josh growls, looking directly at the woman only a few yards away from him.  Justin smiles but doesn’t answer.  Josh tilts his hips, hitting deep inside Justin at a different angle, and Justin moans appreciatively.  “You think she likes watching me fill you up, Justin?  Fuck you…screw you,” he whispers, losing control as he moves faster, and Justin meets his every thrust.  “Ohhh, you’re so nice…tight,” Josh groans, thrusting deep and stopping there for a moment, his face buried in Justin’s hair.  Justin gasps and Josh turns them over, Justin on his stomach, Josh on top of him, nestled deep inside him.  Josh pulls Justin back against him and they rock together, barely moving, just gentle, deep movements.

            “Oh, God…yes…yes,” Justin says, making fists in the sheets as Josh licks along his back and reaches between his legs.  They rock back and forth with Josh’ cock buried all the way inside Justin, sighing hoarsely, muscles squeezing and flexing in perfect sync.  Josh mumbles something against Justin’s neck, and Justin answers with, “Yes…please.”  Josh leans back on his knees, pulls Justin hips upwards and his face down on the bed, and pulls all the way out, hissing as he watches his slick cock slide out of Justin’s body.

            “You like that?” Josh asks smugly, teasing Justin’s red anus with the tip of his erection.  Justin nods and wraps his hand around his hardening cock.  “I see you do,” Josh grunts, and insistently slides back in, resulting in a shriek-cum-laugh from Justin.

            “Fuck me, baby!” Justin sighs as Josh pulls almost all the way out, then back in, the force of his thrusts sliding Justin’s body along the soft sheets.  Josh laughs himself as Justin scrambles to stay in position.  He gives up and stretches out on all fours as Josh continues pummeling into him faster and stronger.

            “You feel so good inside,” Josh says, slowing down temporarily to curl his hips upward, eliciting sharp, grateful moans from Justin.  When Justin begins to stroke himself faster, Josh pulls Justin’s hand away and whispers, “Don’t, Just.  Don’t…uh.”  Justin obeys and rests his weight on his hands, pushing back hard against Josh, grunting and panting interchangeably.

            “Come, Josh,” Justin says, and swivels his hips and squeezes Josh’s cock with his muscles.  “Want you to come inside me.”

            “I…I…yes,” Josh grunts, slams hard into Justin, and collapses on top of him, shaking all over as he holds Justin tight in his arms.

            “Oh.”  Josh catches his breath and looks over his shoulder at the woman.  Her face is flushed and her legs are crossed, one hand on her lips, the other somewhere between her legs.  He stares at her and strokes Justin’s arms.

            “C’mere,” Josh whispers to her, sliding his wet cock between Justin’s ass cheeks.  The woman almost trips over her own feet when she approaches the bed.  Josh pulls her into a kiss.  “Look at him,” he whispers, motioning to Justin underneath him, slowly grinding his now totally hard erection against the bed.  Josh sits back on his heels, rubs Justin’s firm ass, and says to the woman, “Do you want to taste him?”  She shivers and nods her head gently, so gently that Josh has to ask her again.  “Do you?”

            “Yes,” she replies.  Justin turns around a little, meets her eye, and smiles.

            “I want you to,” Justin says.  Eyes glassy and large, he wiggles around invitingly.  He watches her as she touches his hips, his thighs, his back, his bottom.  He smiles his approval at her.  She smiles as she lies down behind him.  She presses her lips to Justin’s firm backside, tasting the hint of expensive soap, sweat, and sex.  The woman licks his skin and gently kneads his thighs, stopping suddenly when he spreads his legs and leans into her.

            “It’s alright.  It’s ok,” whispers Josh in her ear.  He strokes her hair and kisses her neck, and that relaxes her enough to continue kissing her way down Justin’s spine…to his tailbone…down…between his round buttocks…there.

            “Yes…that’s it,” Justin growls as he lifts his hips and spreads his legs wider, opening himself, offering the woman his glistening prize.  She eases Justin’s warm flesh apart and looks up close.  Hesitantly, the woman touches it with one finger, tracing the swollen aperture, slick with lubricant and Josh’s jism.  Justin purrs softly and grinds against the bed.  “Please,” Justin whispers, his voice expectant and anxious and wanton.  The woman smiles to herself, happy to be in control of the situation…for once.  With that small ounce of added boldness, she slowly moves forward until her lips barely touch Justin’s entrance.  She moves around it, mouth closed tightly, getting used to the feel of the puckered skin, the musky scent on her lips.  Justin sighs loudly and reaches down between his legs.  The woman eyes Justin’s hands on his cock as she kisses him, and when she applies more pressure, his hands squeeze tighter and his thighs flex.  When she teases his balls and his perineum with two fingers, Justin arches his back and thrusts into his hands.  When she licks the rest of the mix of mildly flavored lube and semen from around the pink tightness, she thinks she hears Justin curse.  When she flicks her tongue along the outer ridges, feeling the wrinkled skin, inhaling the pungent aroma of Justin, she smiles as he rises up, leaning on his hands, and gently presses his ass back against her face.

            “You’re gonna make him come, baby,” Josh says against her back, and that boosts her confidence.  With a firm squeeze, she spreads Justin apart and licks her wet tongue slowly and firmly up and down his anus.  He whimpers and moves with her, hips pulsing forward minutely, erection leaking all over the bed.  She bites into his asscheek, and he laughs.

            “Wonderful,” Justin sighs.  “Absolutely wonderful.”  The woman smiles, sucks her tongue into her mouth and swallows.  Justin looks over his shoulder at her, watching her taste him, really taste him.  “Do you like me?” he asks, looking almost insecure.  The woman wets her lips and dives back in.  Justin sounds like he’s in pain, moaning and panting as she flicks her tongue all around his ass.

            “Mmmm,” she mumbles, lips firm against Justin’s body, interrupted from rimming him by Josh kissing her neck and massaging her breasts.  When Justin begs for more, she opens her mouth around Justin’s pink bud and slowly, slowly, pushes her tongue, sopping with saliva, against his asshole and into his body.

            “Oh!  Baby…aahhh,” Justin cries out, falling back down on his stomach.  The woman holds his hips still and moves her head back and forth, gently fucking Justin with her tongue, before extending it all the way.  Justin squeals as she opens him wider, Josh’s semen oozing out of him all over her lips.  “Yes, oh…oh…please…yes, don’t stop,” Justin says, stroking his penis with a vengeance.  She licks into his tightness, and it closes around her tongue, squeezing it every time Justin thrusts back and forth.  When Justin starts to tense up, she glides her tongue inside him as deep as she can get.  She can hear the scream build in his chest, and just as his anus clamps down, she wiggles her tongue around inside him.  Immediately he comes all over his stomach, hands tightly fisting the sheets as his cock flails loosely between his legs and spurts semen all over the bed.

            “Fuck, yes…fuuuuuuuuuck, yes,” Justin groans, still grinding his dribbling cock into the bed, coming down from his high as the woman licks her lips and sits up on the bed.  Josh sits next to her and softly kisses her, licking her mouth and tongue to share Justin’s aroma.

            “You’re beautiful,” Josh whispers to her.  Justin echoes him, then pulls Josh to him for a deep, probing kiss. 

            “Thank you,” Justin says to the woman, smiling at her briefly before sucking Josh’s tongue back into his mouth.  They kiss wetly for a few more seconds, and then they both turn to her.

            “Well,” Josh sighs with a tired but sweet face, “had enough?”

 

~*~*~*~*~*~

 

            Josh asks her that same question again after he and Justin make love to her simultaneously, him on top of her, thrusting into her sex, Justin underneath her, buried deep in her ass.  She cries and laughs the whole time, and gives an emphatic “no” to the question at the end.

 

            They ask her again when Justin falls exhaustedly on Josh’s back, his seed dripping down Josh’s thighs as Josh wheezes and catches his breath from between her legs.  She says no and begs Josh to finish eating her.

 

            The answer is a soft, sighed “no” again when she finishes coming down from a violently multi-orgasmic sixty-nine with Justin, then Josh, then both at the same time.

 

            The woman wakes up on the same bed, in the same nightgown she was wearing at the beginning of…this.  Josh and Justin stand at the front of the bed, wearing the same clothes as they were wearing at the beginning of…this.  They just stare at her, studying her thoughtfully.

            “Why do you like watching us so much?” Josh asks.

            “I just…do,” the woman answers as she sits up.

            “Do you ever think about why?”  Justin asks, sitting down on the bed.  He takes Josh’s hand and pulls him down with him.  “Is it because you’re looking for something?”

            “Um…I don’t know,” the woman answers softly.

            “Are we just a fantasy for you?” Josh asks, then kisses Justin’s cheek.  The woman just looks at them sorrowfully.  “Hey, it’s alright.  We understand.  We want to make you feel good.”  He crawls over to sit next to her at the top of the bed, and Justin follows, sitting on her other side.

            “Fantasy is good,” Justin whispers as he nibbles on her collarbone.  She sighs and strokes his face, then turns her head to catch Josh’s lips.  He kisses her sweetly and rubs her nose with his.

            “What else do you fantasize about?” Josh asks with sparkling eyes.

            “I don’t know,” the woman giggles.

            “I bet I know,” Justin says, smiling widely.  Josh smiles too.

            “What?” the woman asks.

            “The same thing…she fantasizes about,” Justin says sweetly.

            “Who?”

            “The woman who loves to watch,” Josh states.

            “Do you mean…her?” the woman asks bashfully.

            “I think you know…don’t you?”  Josh says out loud, into the air.  “You’ve been watching all along.  Why don’t you come join us?”

            HUH?

            “Don’t you think it’s time?” Justin asks, crossing his arms smugly.  “Aren’t you tired of just…watching…reading…writing this?”

            WHAT?

            “I think it’s time she come meet us,” the woman says. 

            What the fuck are they talking about?

            “Fine, we can play that way,” Josh says, and looks up in the air.  “We’re talking to you, _______.”

            Wait!  How does…how can…how does he…know my…name?

            “Of course we know your name.  You’ve been here all along,” Justin says, winking at his lovers.

            But…but…I don’t under—

            “What’s to understand, baby?” Josh interrupts.  “We knew you were here.  We liked you watching us.  Didn’t we, Justin?”

            “Always, baby.”  Justin leans over and kisses Josh.  Then they both kiss the anxious looking woman.

            “I want to meet her,” the woman says emphatically.  But…how did she say that?  I didn’t write that?  What the fuck!

            “Wanna fuck, _______?  I guarantee you’ll like it,” Josh whispers out to the air.  My God.  Can it be?  What the hell.

            “Um…hello?”  I can’t believe I’m doing this.

            “There you are, baby?” Justin says, looking out into space.  Justin smiles at the woman next to him and takes her hand.  “It’s alright.  She’s here now.”

            “Where is she?” the woman asks looking all around the stark room.

            “There,” Josh says, motioning to the door across the room.  “I think it’s time she came through that door and met us face to face.”

            “Alright,” I say.  I open the door, and there across the room, on a large black bed, are Josh, Justin, and the woman.  “Do you know who I am?” I ask her.  She looks at me very closely, then a smile slowly spreads across her face.

            “Yes, I do, _______.”  I exhale, not so nervous now.  “C’mere,” she says, and the two men nod their heads.  I walk towards them warily, not quite believing what I’m seeing.  I stop when I reach the foot of the bed, wrapping my arms around myself, biting my lip.  The three of them just smile at me.  I don’t know what to say.

            “Um…hello.”  Duh.  I’m very nervous, and I know I shouldn’t be, but…I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.  How I’m supposed to behave.  They sense my apprehension.

            “It’s nice to finally meet you,” Justin says.  He gets off the bed and comes to me.  I offer him my hand, and he just smirks at it.  “I think you know me better than that,” he says.  His eyes sparkle from this close.  His hands are around my waist in no time, pulling me close, until I can feel his breath.  “Hello,” he whispers, and then his soft, young lips fall upon mine.  It’s not the awkward kiss of strangers; his tongue searches my mouth and his hands find the sensitive places on my back like someone who knows me, knows my body.  He ends the kiss before I’m ready, and he smiles broadly when I hesitate to let him go.

            “Baby, of course you know my dear friend Josh.”  I turn around, and Josh is standing there, silvery blue eyes staring down at me excitedly.  I smile at him, and he wraps his arms around me and gives me the most welcoming hug.  Like he’s really happy to see me, and that just amazes me.

            “Look at you,” he says, looking at my face, my frumpy nightgown hiding my frumpy body.  “You’re…exquisite.”

            “Josh,” I say, blushing effusively.  He smiles even brighter.

            “Say my name again,” he whispers as he cups my face in his hands.

            “Jos—” and then he kisses me, gently at first, sucking on my lips lightly, licking into my mouth, sighing loudly.  Then it’s not so gentle.  And he’s holding me tightly against him, and his tongue is sweeping in my mouth, and he squeezes my ass and presses my pelvis against his, and…oh.  He smiles against my mouth when I start, looking down at his crotch to find that, yes, indeed, he’s hard.

            “Can’t help it, baby.  You turn me on,” Josh says as he nibbles an earlobe.

            “She’s beautiful,” Justin says softly.  I feel him behind me, kissing my neck, his crotch against my back.  They feel unbelievably good.  “Josh, I think we’ve forgotten our manners again.”  Justin kisses my cheek and pulls Josh away as they turn me to face the bed.  “This is our new friend,” Justin says to me. 

            “Hello, ____,” the woman says to me.  She sits up tall and straight and holds her hand out to me.  “We’ve been waiting for you.”  I walk over slowly, taking her in.  She’s just the way I imagined, curvy and bright-eyed and self-assured.  I extend my hand, and there’s a slight shock when our fingers touch.  We both smile at the symbolism.

            “It’s very nice to meet…you,” I say, not knowing what to call her.  I suppose it doesn’t matter now.

            “Sit.”  She pats the bed right next to her and nibbles on her bottom lip when I sit down.  I can feel the blush creeping up my face when she drapes an arm around my back and leans in to me.  “We’ve been having a lot of fun, the guys and I.  But, I guess I don’t have to tell you that, do I?” she asks, turning my chin to face her.  “Thank you, by the way,” she whispers, looking me deep in the eyes.  “Thanks for bringing me here.”

            “You’re welcome,” I stutter.  One of her hands strokes lazily up and down my arm, and the other settles on my flannel-covered knee.

            “I’m glad you’re here,” the woman whispers to me, and then kisses my burning cheek.  “Look at them.”  I turn to find Justin sitting in an oversized black leather chair with Josh sitting in his lap.  Josh lays his head on Justin’s shoulder and slides his hand inside Justin’s shirt.  Justin kisses the top of Josh’s head and slides his hand down the back of Josh’s pants.  They kiss briefly and then look at us sitting a few yards in front of them.

            “You’ve watched us enough,” Justin says softly.  “It’s time for us to watch you.”  The blood rushes upwards to my face, and downwards as well.  Slowly the woman turns me back to her, her breath warm on my cheek.

            “Hey.”  She waits until I finally meet her eye.  She waits until my nervous breathing calms.  She waits until I wet my quivering lips and close my eyes.  “Yes,” she whispers, and then soft, wet lips touch mine.  The subtle smack of her lips, my lips…our mouths.  Hers is warm, her breath is sweet.  We stop and start several times, then she pulls me close and I feel her tongue in my mouth.  I sigh loudly, nearly startling myself, when she sucks my tongue into her mouth, licks along my teeth, sucks on my lips.  She pulls away and we adjust our positions on the bed so our bodies touch, and then I kiss her.  I wrap her in my arms and kiss her deeply until she moans and I feel her hand pushing my nightgown up.

            “Mmm…you’re mouth is…” her words get lost somewhere in my mouth.  She pushes me back on the large bed and rests on top of me, and we kiss hot and wet and grabby and loud.  She pulls back and looks down at me, at my lips, wet from her kisses.  “Have you ever…with a woman?” she whispers as she strokes my cheek.  I shake my head no as I tremble beneath her, her breasts pressed against mine, her legs intertwined with mine.  She stares and slides a hand underneath my long nightgown.  I run my fingers through her hair and lose myself in her eyes.  “Your skin…goosebumps,” she says softly, her hand smoothing up my stomach.  We kiss softly, and her hand alights on my panties.

            “Oh.”

            “Shhhh,” the woman says, hushing me with her warm tongue.  Her hand slips out of my nightgown and up to my face.  She holds me still as she kisses me.  We probe each other’s mouths and sigh and let our hands wander.  When she grinds against me just the slightest bit, I feel warmth in my crotch grow.  Then her hand caresses my breast over the thick flannel, but I can still feel her touch, gentle and slow, thumbing the hard nipple expertly.  I breathe loudly and watch her kiss down my chin and neck to where her fingers enclose a nipple.  She grunts and sucks on it, wetting the flannel with her tongue.  I curl around her and urge her to proceed.  “Like this,” she half asks, half tells me, unbuttoning the front of the nightgown.  I shiver when her soft hand surrounds my bare breast, and moan when I feel her hot, wet mouth.  My legs open around her, and I squeeze her luscious ass, pushing her closer to me.  Even through our underwear I can feel the warmth between her legs.

            When she’s done suckling one nipple she moves on to the other, blowing on it until it becomes a stiff, throbbing peak.  She stares me in the eye as her mouth descends upon it.  I try not to make too much noise, but then I realize that our audience might really like that, so I don’t hold back.  Her mouth opens wide, and I groan watching her swallow as much of my breast as she can take.  I stroke her thighs and spread her legs, but when I reach between her legs she stops me.

            “Rrrr,” she growls, smiling.  She rolls us on our sides, takes my hand, slides it under her gown and places it on her breast.  It’s strange and familiar at the same time.  I roll her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently massage the entire breast.  She sighs, pulls me closer and kisses me.  I slide the silky material up her soft body, exposing her skin to the cool air and our hot breath.  Her breasts are beautiful, round, full, soft, real.  She moves up a little, giving me access to her breasts, which I eagerly accept in my mouth.  We both giggle as I suckle her and knead her and taste her while she strokes my face and gently rubs against me.

            “You’re beautiful,” I whisper as I flick my tongue around her swollen areolas.  She smiles and pulls me up to her, kisses me, wraps me in her arms.

            “I want you to look at me,” she says.  She sits up to remove her nightie, leaving on her underwear.  Then she lies on her back in front of me and brings my hand to her lips.  “I want to feel your hands all over me.”  I smile as she sucks my fingers into her mouth.  I glance over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of Josh and Justin kissing deeply, clothes half on half off, slowly stroking each other.  They smile at me to let me know they’re still watching.  I go back to the woman and she sighs when I trace her lips and throat with wet fingers.  It’s wonderful, it’s hot, it’s exciting to be here and to know the guys are watching and being turned on, but right now I don’t mind if they stop.  This is hot enough, and I know how hot they are for each other, even without us here, and that gets me hot, too.

            “Touch me,” the woman says with purpose.  I sit between her legs and touch her all over.  My hands brush over the dewy skin of her arms, her neck, her chest, her stomach.  She slides her foot up my chest until it rests near my chin.  I take the hint and start my way up her foot, feeling her calves, her thighs, her knees.  She sighs when I bite gently into her big toe.  “Naughty,” she laughs.  She pulls my hands up to her hips.  I stroke her skin, watching the goose pimples appear as I rub her tummy and play with the elastic at the top of the cotton panties.  She looks up at me with wide eyes and parts her legs a little.  A small tug, and she lifts her hips off the bed, and that’s it.  The panties come down easily.  I watch as soft, dark curls appear between her thighs.  When they are gone, I take a moment to just look.  She bites her bottom lip and spreads her legs for me.

            The woman lays naked before me, half smiling up at me, inviting me to her.  She pulls me down to kiss her and places my hand between her legs.  I let it rest there for a bit, letting the soft hair tickle my fingers, before pressing gently, really feeling her.  She curls her hips up, and my hand suddenly covers her vulva.  She sighs against my lips as I gently trace her swelled labia.

            “Yes…just like this,” the woman says to me.  She guides my hand around her genitalia showing me how to squeeze her in one place and tickle her in another.  Then she parts her lips with two fingers and slips my index finger inside her sex.  We both gasp, her with pleasure, me with surprise; at how hot, and slick, and burning she is.  She kisses me frantically, moaning deep in her throat while my finger plunges in and out, gently, and not too deep, just enough to get used to the texture inside her.  I kiss down her chin and neck to her breasts, and soon she’s whispering “Yes…I want your mouth on me, baby” and gently stroking my hair.  I take my time, learning her taste, the softness of her skin, the curve of her belly and thighs, before moving to the inside of her thigh.  She opens up to me, leaning into me, not subtle at all about what she wants. 

            “Look at me,” she says.  She takes my hand away and pulls me close to her sex.  It’s a work of art; the soft hair, damp with her wetness, surrounds engorged outer lips, and shimmering inner lips swell and project from between them like a bulb heavy with rainwater.  The hood hangs low, hiding her clitoris from me, and when she opens her legs wider, the lips pull back to reveal her vagina.  I look at her face.

            “Beautiful,” I tell her.

            “Kiss me,” she says.  I lean in, inhaling her sweet aroma, and the moment my lips touch hers she arches her back and lets out a deep sigh.  I move up, down, side to side, pressing my lips into her vulva, opening my mouth to taste the fragrant, softly wrinkled inner lips.  She moves her hips so much I have to hold her still.  She looks down at me expectantly, whimpering, and I know what she wants.  I wet my tongue in my mouth and then slowly lick a quivering line up the swollen surface of her labia.  “Oh…baby…more, baby,” she groans, stroking my hair.  I do it again and again, watching with fascination as drops of wetness pearl and dribble from her sex.  “Suck me…suck me, sweetheart,” she begs me.  I smile against her soft mound, kissing her all over before gently sucking the swollen inner labia into my mouth.  She purrs and opens her legs wider, urging me on.  I slowly slide a finger inside her and push the skin covering her clitoris back.  A small kiss, and she’s grinding against me, hips writhing, pleading with me to make her come.  I lick her bud faster and faster, sink my finger inside, searching out the places in her that make her moan louder.  I swallow, tasting her musk on my lips, my tongue, and it makes me that much wetter.

            “Baby…yes,” the woman groans as I continue eating her and she writhes around me.  She opens her wet lips with her fingers and whispers, “I want your tongue inside me.”  When I curl my tongue inside her, pressing her warmth open, she squeals and rocks her hips.  A few luscious moments of this, holding her legs steady so she doesn’t strangle me between her strong thighs, and she comes, gasping, thrusting against my mouth.

            When she catches her breath, we both sit up, and she starts on my face, my lips, my neck, kissing and nibbling and sucking her wetness from my mouth.  I glance over and see Josh kneeling on the floor between Justin’s legs.  Justin smiles at me as he sits in the leather chair like a king on his throne with his queen slowly sucking his cock.  The woman lays me down sideways on the bed, so I can switch between watching the boys playing and watching her kissing her way down my body.  She bunches the thick flannel up around my neck, searching out every inch of my skin to cover with her mouth.  I stroke her hair as she strokes my breasts and Josh strokes the space behind Justin’s balls.  She sucks on my nipples just like I suck on her fingertips and Josh sucks the tip of Justin’s cock into his mouth.  I sigh loudly, goosebumps all over as I watch her move down.  She sits up, between my legs, and pulls the thick nightgown over my head.

            “There you are,” she says, looking down at me.  She slides my underwear down, smiling at the splotch of dampness in the center.  Her hands are everywhere, my stomach, my feet, my neck, my chest, touching me, tickling and feeling me everywhere but where I really want her to, and when I’m whimpering for her, she stops.  Despite the quivering in my loins and her musk on my lips, I blush when she eases my legs apart.  She strokes my thighs, looks me in the eye and says, “Show me your pussy.”  I’m too eager to be shy.  I want her to see me.  To want me.  She doesn’t push, just waits for me to spread my legs for her.  “You’re beautiful,” she says, looking between my legs.  She strokes my inner thighs, urging them further apart.  “Touch it for me.”  I do, without hesitation.  I’m almost painfully hard already, my clitoris incredibly erect and throbbing between my fingers.  She licks her lips as I slide my fingers down, between swollen lips, until they are slick with my honey.  “Mmm, you’re so wet,” she whispers, stroking my thighs, still not touching me.  “Show me how wet you are.”  I willingly oblige, needing to get off.  I purr when I sink my middle finger inside, closing my eyes, rocking against it as I gently pulse it in and out.  At first I giggle when she pulls my hand away and sucks that finger into her mouth, but it’s so hot, and she’s so hot, and I stop giggling.  “Make your pussy nice and wet for me,” she whispers, releasing my hand.  She groans her approval, watching me finger myself and then spread my wetness all over my blood-engorged genitalia.  “You want me to touch you, ____?”

            “Yes,” I say deeply.  She interlaces our fingers and the two of us caress me, stroke me, enter me, until I groan “please.”

            “Please?” she asks, kissing my knee.  “Please, what?  I want to hear you say it.”

            “Please…eat me.”  I’m unprepared for how unbelievably sublime her mouth feels on my sex…around my sex…inside my sex.  I’m rocking against her almost immediately, telling her how to do it, how to lick my clit, how to suck on my lips, how hard or soft to fuck me with her tongue.  When she fills me with fingers and swirls her tongue around my clitoris, I know it’s coming.  When I close my eyes, lean back and grab the woman’s hand, the one not working my sex, I feel it coming.  When I peek over and see Josh and Justin watching me and jerking each other off, I c…I…uh…oh…sweet…yessss.

            Hard.  Loud.

            She kisses my lips until I can’t take it anymore…and then she kisses her way up to the lips on my face.  She lies on top of me, resting her weight on me, and we hold each other and watch the beautiful boys in front of us.  They are completely enthralled with each other.  Josh, his back to us, hovers over Justin’s lap, his legs straddling Justin’s, his pinkness teasing the very tip of Justin’s cock.  They’re so fucking beautiful it almost hurts to watch.

            “Look at them,” I say to the woman, but I don’t have to tell her to watch.  Justin’s hands squeezing Josh’s lower back as he rubs his cock against Josh’s ass is irresistible.  Josh leans down for a kiss, and we hear Justin say, “I want to fuck you.”  It excites me, the thought of watching them, for real, in person, for once, and I shiver with anticipation.  It must excite her too.  She starts grinding me, just a little bit, pressing her body to mine in a subtle rhythm as we watch the guys rub their cocks together.

            “C’mon, fuck me, baby,” Josh grunts, stroking his and Justin’s cocks at the same time.  Justin looks over at us, then pulls Josh in for a sweet, gentle kiss.

            “I want them to watch us make love,” he says, then pushes Josh off his lap.  They kiss hot and wet as they walk over towards us.  We move over, never pulling apart, so we can get a better view of them as Justin presses Josh against the wall.  Justin kisses down Josh’s chest, rubbing his fingers through sparse hair and over swollen nipples.

            “Yes…want you so much, Justin,” Josh whispers, looking down at his nipples being tongued and licked.  He runs his fingers through Justin’s light brown curls and holds his breath, only letting it out in a loud huff when his cock disappears into Justin’s mouth.  He takes deep breaths and plays with his nipples as he watches Justin lick him all over and suck his balls and stroke his shaft.  His whispers to Justin between sighs and moans, things like “That’s it, baby.  Suck my cock…oooh…so good.”  And “Need you, Just.  Please, baby.”  And “Can’t wait anymore.  Love me, Justin.”  Justin rises from his knees and holds Josh’s face in his hands.  They stare at each other for a long, tender moment.  They kiss softly as they grind each other until Justin spreads Josh’s legs.  They stop kissing, and Josh holds his hand out, palm up, and they both smile at it.  Justin lays his palm on top of Josh’s, and they squeeze them together.  They kiss again, just a brush of lips, and when their hands part a large, perfectly tear shaped, clear mass appears in Josh’s hand.  My heart pounds when I realize that it’s a large dollop of lubricant, materialized from thin air, and that they are going to make love right in front of me.

            “Mmm,” the woman sighs against my cheek, and she grinds me just a little more with her hips and her stomach, and I don’t know which is better; feeling her curves and her hair and her breasts and her mons on top of me or watching Josh smear gel all over Justin’s cock.  They gaze at each other as Justin guides Josh’s slick hand behind his back, between his legs, and Josh gasps when Justin makes him lube himself up.  When Josh says, “Please, baby”, Justin arches, and Josh lifts, and they both cry out as Justin penetrates Josh’s body.

            “Oh…that’s…fuck, yes…ohhhhh,” Josh groans.  Once Justin’s penis is all the way inside him, Josh stops making sense.  A few words, a “baby” here and there, or a “God”, but mostly it’s indecipherable.  Josh wraps a leg high around Justin’s waist and shivers as they fuck, hands clasped together, tongues in each other’s mouths.  Justin holds Josh firm against the wall as he thrusts his cock in and out.  They move together so fluidly, like a dance, Josh’s arms around Justin’s back, Justin’s legs flexing tightly. 

            “You feel so good inside,” Justin gasps as he buries his face in Josh’s neck.  He groans and shifts Josh around like he’s trying to find the right balance.  He slams Josh harder against the wall and pushes him up, impaling him on his dick.  Josh laughs and wraps his other leg around Justin’s waist, and Justin’s knees buckle a little, but he carries Josh’s weight.  They kiss and fuck and fuck and kiss, fast then slow, eyes shut then open and locked tight.  Justin pushes Josh’s hands up over his head as he leans down to kiss a nipple.  Josh closes his eyes, his face somewhere between a grimace and a smile.  He sucks on Justin’s finger, then growls around it, biting it, when Justin leaves his nipple to nuzzle his nearly hairless armpit.  I giggle when Justin’s tongue wiggles around in Josh’s armpit, as if I can feel it myself.  Before I know it, the woman has my right arm above my head, kissing her way down my neck into my armpit.  I sigh as she inhales and licks, and it really does tickle.  But I don’t laugh.  I guide her to my other armpit, sighing as she licks that one too before moving over to my nipples.  I watch her for a second, then back over to the boys.  They’re holding each other tight and moving slowly together, sighing and whimpering and sweating beautifully.  I almost wish I could be them right now.

            “Baby,” Josh says, wiping Justin’s brow.  He holds Justin’s face in his hands and lightly brushes their lips together.  Justin slows his thrusts to a stop as they gaze at each other, lips just barely touching.  Justin’s legs start to shake under Josh’s weight, and his face contorts, like he doesn’t want to stop, but he has to.  Josh whispers something that looks like Olive juice, but I can’t be sure, and that makes no sense anyway.  But it must have some private meaning, because Justin mouths it back.

            “C’mere, sweetie,” Justin groans, hoisting Josh up and rushing him to the bed, his cock slipping out a little but still remaining inside Josh.  They start up again as soon as the mattress hits Josh’s back.  They make love next to us, only a small space between us, Justin bending Josh nearly in half, legs over his shoulders, as he drives his cock inside him.  Josh’s beautiful wild wavy hair fans out around his face, and I want so badly to touch it, but I’m unsure if they want me to.  Besides, my hands are busy with the woman’s hair, stroking and running my fingers through it as she kisses my neck, then my lips.  I thrust my hips against hers, and she parts her legs so I can feel the heat of her sex on my thigh.  We stay like that for a while, just moving the slightest bit, grinding each other’s thighs, watching Justin and Josh fuck faster and faster. 

            “Justin,” Josh says as he looks up at his lover’s tired face, “you’re my angel.”  They look so sweet, covered in sweat, all rippling muscles and supple limbs.  Justin smiles at him and thrusts inside him so deep and long that Josh gasps.

            “You’re my…everything,” Justin says softly, almost looking embarrassed, but Josh kisses him and rolls them over.  Justin smiles up at him as Josh rides him and strokes his own cock.  “Don’t,” Justin says, pulling Josh’s hand away.  He takes both Josh’s hands in his and says, “Want you to come just like this, baby.  I want to be the only reason you come.”  Josh nods and circles his hips, breathing deep and nosily as he rides Justin harder.  It looks so good, Josh twisting and arching and panting, Justin thrusting upwards and sighing and whispering his lover’s name.  When Justin’s mouth opens and he starts to close his eyes, Josh groans, “Look at me” and curves his hips, and they lock eyes.

            “Baby,” Josh gasps, stroking Justin’s face.  “I’m yours, Justin.  Always.”

            “Always.”  Justin pulls Josh down to kiss him, wipe his brow, caress his backside, take care of him as they make love.  “You make me happy, Josh.”

            Josh leans back, smiles down at his lover, and whispers, “Justin…you make me whole.”

            They don’t make any noise when they come, only shake and hold their breath as Justin goes rigid and Josh erupts on Justin’s chest and stomach.  Justin pulls Josh down on top of him to hold him close, and they kiss as they catch their breaths.

            The woman and I watch them come down from their high while ours reaches a fever pitch.  When we’ve had enough of watching Josh and Justin kiss and cuddle, we return to kissing each other, touching each other, grinding each other.  She leans over me and rubs her breasts against mine until our nipples harden and graze each other almost painfully.  The guys watch us, tell us how hot we are, as our frottage intensifies.  I spread my legs for her and she tilts her pelvis just so, and…oh.  Her sweet, wet sex finds mine, and I hold her tight like that…and…uh…I feel her swollen cl…rubbing mine.  Her honey and mine.  Together.

            “This…mmm,” the woman says against my lips, grinding me even harder, “I like this.”  She sucks on my tongue, kisses me deeply, then says, “Do you like this outercourse, baby?”  I can’t answer, my words elude me.  Too busy moving my legs and hips just right, so I can feel the slick and softness and rigidity between her legs.  Once I wrap one leg around her hips, it’s perfect.  “Yes…oh…fuck…oh.”  She leans over me on her hands and bends so her erect clitoris grinds against mine, and it…mmmmm…ohh…she…she…so wet…so…ughhh.  Uh.  Yes.  Lips.  Hers.  Theirs.  Ours.

            When I open my eyes, the three of them are smiling down at me.  I smile back, and the woman says, “Had enough, _______?”

 

~*~*~*~*~*~

 

            It isn’t enough when we come together in a tangle of limbs and torsos and mouths and genitalia, when I don’t know whose cock is inside me and whose ass I’m licking. 

            It isn’t enough when the four of us sit in four separate corners and masturbate for each other at the same time.

            It isn’t enough when I ride Justin’s face while Josh fucks him.

            It isn’t enough when Josh and I eat chocolates while enjoying watching the woman take Justin across her knee and give him a good spanking with a riding crop.

            It isn’t enough when Josh and Justin come, fully clothed, just kissing and rubbing against each other and mouthing “Olive juice” to each other over and over.

            It isn’t enough when they tremble in each other’s arms and finally say it out loud, and I finally understand what they were saying, and I know that they mean it.

            It isn’t enough when I wake up to Josh kissing me, asking permission to come inside me.  And when he’s in, fucking me nice and slow until I want to scream, Justin slides inside Josh.  And when Josh wants to scream, I pull the woman over me so I can eat her out until she wants to scream.  We scream separately, but we collapse in a pile and laugh together.

            “So,” Josh says to me as we laze around in bed, “what do you want to do?”  I look at him in all his sweet, fuckable, arty, tousled, irresistible beauty.  I look at Justin at his side, with his cocky, magnetic, strong, youthful splendor.  Then I look at the woman next to me, with her confident, delicious, voluptuous femininity.  The three of them look at me and wait.  They know it’s my story, and pretty soon they know what it is that I want.

 

            The Make Your Own Dildo Kit is quite fun.  We enjoy getting Josh hard, each taking turns licking and sucking and stroking him while we prepare the casting materials.  He ruins the first try, coming all of sudden before we can place his cock in the mold.  But who can stay mad at such a creature as he, especially when he purrs and stretches and asks us to lick him clean.  I let Justin do it while the woman and I make another batch.  Soon enough Josh is hard again, and we do it quickly.  We say we’ll rest while it sets, but we end up fucking each other again anyway.

            When it’s all done there’s a perfect reproduction of Josh’s erect penis in silicone.  It’s a great likeness, so great that Justin insists we do him, too.  Later, I say.

            Later as in after the kissing and the touching and the sucking and the begging for it.

            Later as in after I strip down and the woman helps me put on the vinyl harness.

            Later as in after I put the “Josh” dildo in the harness and attach it securely.

            Later as in after Justin drenches the silicone cock with lubricant.

            “Are you ready for me?” I ask as I move the body in front of me on all fours and move my “cock” into position.  “Tell me, baby.  Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

            “Fuck me.”  I take a deep breath, spread the legs in front of me nice and wide, and sink my dick deep inside Josh.  I hold still for a second, letting him get used to me, to him.  “Oh…that’s it, sweetie,” Josh sighs.  He leans his chest down on the bed and fists the sheets tight.  After a few seconds I push my hips forward, and I slide in all the way.  It’s strange, feeling his ass against my tummy.  He breathes deep, eyes closed, stretching out in front of me, and suddenly he’s moving his hips back, sliding his ass along my cock in slow, methodical movements.  I almost don’t have to move at all.

            “Mmmm, you’re working my baby good,” Justin says as he comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck.  He guides my hips, showing me how to fuck Josh deeper and then shallower and faster and then slower.  I get the hang of it after a while.  I squeeze Josh’s hips and pull him to me as I slide into his ass, and he loves it.  I know because he tells me.

            “You like it?” I say, swiveling my hips amidst Josh’s groans and sighs.  “You like being fucked by your own cock?”

            “Oh…yes…fuck, yes,” Josh moans into the bed.  I almost laugh at the sounds we make; the slap of his ass against my body, the smack of his testicles between my legs, the squeaky slip of the dildo plowing him hard and fast, the grunts coming from Josh’s throat, the sighs I’m making as I top him and make him tell me how good I am at it.  I slow down, give him a chance to compose himself, give the woman a chance to come up behind me, rub her breasts against my back, whisper to me.

            “You like making love to Josh,” she says to me, and I nod my head as I rub Josh’s back.  “He likes it,” she whispers, then nibbles on my earlobe.  “He likes you fucking him.  He likes you thinking about him.  He likes you writing about him…and Justin.”  I know that it’s true by the way Josh rolls his hips against me and begs for me to keep fucking him.  I know by the way Justin undresses and crawls on the bed to offer Josh his half-hard erection.  He smiles at me as we share Josh, filling this beautiful man up from both ends.  When Justin is groaning and hard as a rock he pulls his cock from Josh’s lips and pushes Josh up on his knees.  Justin wraps his arms around the both of us as the two of them kiss and grind each other.  I kiss Josh’s neck and run my fingers over his chest, his nipples, his stomach as I keep fucking him.

            “You wanna fuck me while she’s fucking you?” Justin asks him as he grinds his cock against Josh’s.  “Do you, baby?”  Josh just moans as I bite into his shoulder.  I stop for a minute and hold Josh tight, and we pant and sweat while the woman comes from behind me to rub lube all over Josh’s rigid penis.  Then she wiggles her eyebrows at Justin, and they smile wickedly at each other.  Oh.

            We have sex in tandem.  Laying on my right side on the bed, I keep the pace, filling Josh up, wrapping my arms around him, kissing his neck.  He holds Justin in his arms, Justin’s back to his chest, as he slides his cock inside Justin’s ass with each thrust of his hips—my hips.  Our legs in a tangle, Justin faces the woman and kisses her as he fucks her.  From time to time she looks over at me, and she licks her lips at me, and I thrust harder into Josh, and she moans like she feels it, and it’s almost like I’m fucking her, too.

            Soon the moaning and writhing get to be too much, and it gets harder to keep up, and Josh is moving too fast for me, and Justin’s moving too fast for him, and the woman is squealing already.  I wrap my leg around Josh and stay deep inside him when he climaxes, trembling and cursing and bucking hard against Justin.  I peek over to catch a glimpse of the woman, back arched, mouth wide open in a noiseless scream, hand moving fast between her legs as Justin pulls out of her and comes all over her stomach and breasts. 

            It’s quiet for a bit.  For a second I’m afraid they’ve all fallen asleep, but they’re just laying there, hands on asses and stomachs and breasts, not moving, just resting, as they all come down.  I watch them as their breathing returns to normal, as the sweat dries on their bodies, as they cuddle.  They look so sweet, I almost don’t mind that I didn’t get off.  Almost.

            “Um…”  Before I can say anything, they have me in their arms.

            Soon the four of us are in a shower, perspiration and jism and lubricant and secretions running down the drain as they kiss and touch me.  I’m the center of attention in the shower as we rinse, on the cold tile as they dry me and themselves off, and down a hallway, to another room, Justin carrying me, Josh kissing me, the woman leading the way.  Once the door opens I know where we are, even in the dark.  My room.  My room.

            They lay me down on the bed that I’ve slept in for years, where I’ve dreamt of moments like this, where I’ve swallowed my own screams making myself come to fantasies just like this.  They start at my hands and feet and work their way around, kissing and sucking and tasting my skin.  It’s dark, but by now I can tell them apart.  I know Josh by the touch of his fingers across my body, gentle, precise, like he wants to absorb the texture of my body into his hands.  He kneads my breasts and my lips and my sex rhythmically with each hand, playing my body like an instrument.  His breath is hot against my stomach, and he uses that beautiful, big nose of his between my legs.

            I know Justin by the slide of his hips when he grinds me, slipping his thick cock between my labia but not entering me yet.  He moves slowly as he leans over me and whispers dirty things in my ear.  “Such a delicious little pussy.”  “Want to eat you until you beg me to stop.”  “I could live between your thighs.”  He says these things to me in an almost singsong voice as he kisses me all over and fills me, first with his fingers, then with his thick, weeping cock.

            I know the woman by the heat of her mouth on my lips…between my breasts…on my toes…behind my knees…in the small of my back…everywhere.  I know the taste of her sex when she crawls over me and buries her face between my legs.  I know how wet I make her because I taste it on my lips, and because she tells me.  I know the strength in her arms when she holds my leg flush against her body and thrusts against me, our legs semi-scissored as we grind each other, as she fucks me with her sex.

            I know them all, and they know me.  They know that I moan when my toes are nibbled and my nipples are blown upon and sucked.  They know that two fingers are wonderful inside me but three make me scream.  They know I like to watch them share me, kissing each other’s lips as they lick and suck mine between my legs.  They know I like it when Justin spoons me and the woman crushes her body against mine and Josh just watches them sandwich me, kissing me and telling me how beautiful they think I am.

            And when I’m shivering all over, after they’ve relished every inch of my skin, after they’ve kissed and licked and sucked me from lips to breasts to clitoris, and they’ve eaten me separately and together, after I’ve swallowed each of them, after they’ve explored every tender corner and crevice of my body, after they’ve whispered to me and to each other, after I’m begging, they lay me down flat and cover me with their bodies.  They spread me and Josh slides inside me, but they all make love to me.  They kiss me and kiss me and touch me and thrust inside me and love me and tell me so and want me and make me feel wanted and I can’t believe it and I don’t want it to stop but I feel it coming and I feel them coming and they love me and Josh fucks me and I close my eyes and they smother me but I can still breathe and they tell me to scream but I’m already there and its so good and I’m crying because it’s so fucking unbelievably good and I don’t want to stop but I know I have to and I don’t want them to go but I know they must and I can’t I can’t I can’t I—oohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!.  God.  Oh.  God.

 

            I open my eyes to the glow of my computer monitor.  Bedroom.  Desk.  Alone.  My hands are folded in my lap, so I don’t know who typed the pages in front of me.  I shiver as the last line appears on the screen.

 

 

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