Inside Mr Fancy Pants Apartment
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“You’re shitting me? Wait…No! OH. MY. GODDD!” I exclaimed.
“I’m telling you the truth. I saw it with my own eyes,” Cissy said, laughing at my extreme reaction to her news.
“You mean to tell me that the hottie in 302 is pretty close to Mr. Fancy Pants in 304?” I asked, bemused.
“Yes! I saw him coming out of Fancy Pants’ apartment this very morning, looking all disheveled and shit,” she replied.
I was struck silent. My roommate, Cissy, and I have lived in our apartment for almost 6 years. We’ve been through thick and thin together; now, we are nearly inseparable. Best friends who happen to be polar opposites of each other. Cissy, tall, statuesque, Nordic, is the diva. She adores being center of attention, dresses for success, and goes to all the parties. She is quite the feminine lady; whereas, I, on the other hand, am perfectly comfortable in my baggy jeans and floppy tee shirt. She drags me to all the parties, so I can watch her score and laugh, as she puts the alpha male wannabes in their place. Don’t get me wrong, though; I’m not jealous in any way. I am content with my life and myself.
“What do ya think went on last night? You know…with Hottie and Fancy Pants,” she asked, out of the blue.
“Dunno, but I would give my left tit to be a fly on that wall,” I told her.
“You working tonight?” Cissy asked me.
“No, I’m off, but I so need to study for that certification. Why?” I inquired.
“Just asking. I was thinking about going down to the Tropicana tonight, but if you gotta study…,” she started.
“No…you don’t have to change your plans, just cuz I can’t go. You go and have fun…or I’ll kick your ass!” I interrupted.
“Whatever, bitch. Your short ass legs couldn’t reach my majestic ass,” she laughed.
“Fuck you, amazon woman,” I laughed back, throwing a pillow at her as she left my room.
I turned my attention back to my studies, while Cissy showered. Cissy, who has not a one shy bone in her body, paraded around naked, and I found myself admiring, and maybe a little lusting, her body. Her sleek curves were a sharp contrast to my lush ones. No tan lines marred her perfection. I nearly stopped breathing, when she bent over to put the plug in the bathtub. Her bare ass was high in the air, and with her legs parted, the lips of her pussy split, showing off her rosy pink slit.
“Damn…I need to get laid,” I thought to myself, as my pussy hummed with need.
Cissy looked back at me, and said, “What?”
“Huh? Oh…nothing. I was staring off into space,” I mumbled.
“If you say so…,” she trailed off.
I turned around; my back facing her. I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to Hottie and Mr. Fancy Pants. What were they up to last night? When my hungry little mind failed to come up with reasons, I fantasized about burying my face in Cissy’s pussy. I wondered what she looked like when she came. Was she loud? Would she spray my face with her cream? Pretty soon, my own slit felt thick and wet, and my mind wandered down another path. I thought about being the meat in a two man sandwich, namely between Hottie and Mr. Fancy Pants. How would it feel to have two cocks inside me at the same time?
Shaking my head, I tried to snap out of this lust filled fugue. What the hell has gotten into me? Why am I fantasizing about going down on my best friend, or for that matter, why do I want a threesome? I’ve never even thought about anal sex, and here I was trying to fast track into advanced techniques.
“Hey, Cis? I’m going for a walk?” I called out to her.
“Okay, just lock the door behind you,” she answered.
Slipping on my sneakers, I slipped out of the apartment, quietly. I walked around the neighborhood for about twenty minutes; just ambling around not even thinking about where I was going. The dusky, evening sky was darkening, and I heard crickets singing nearby. As I made my way back home, it was apparent to me that my little journey did nothing at all to curb my horniness. My pussy was still drenched; my nipples rock hard. I guess thinking about all the things I wanted done to me didn’t help my cause any. Reaching for my door knob, I found that I was locked out. In my haste to rid my mind of these thoughts, I had forgotten my keys. The apartment was dark. Cissy had gone out, and there was no telling when she’d be back.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” I yelled, not caring who heard me.
“What a potty mouth on this one,” a deep male voice said.
Startled, I whirled around to face the stranger. Mr. Fancy Pants was sitting on the stairs, watching me throw a fit. Even though I was highly pissed, his male aura hit me like a brick. My slit was literally panting now. I shifted my position, making sure my legs were closed…just in case, I had a wet spot from my soaked panties. His whole person screamed culture and class, and dressed in his “usual” suit, he looked like he had walked off the cover of GQ magazine. Of course, I was in my usual baggy jeans and floppy tee shirt; my figure hidden.
“Excuse me?” I sneered.
“A potty mouth and attitude…nice,” he chuckled.
“If your just gonna sit there and laugh at me, you can go to hell,” I told him, frowning.
“You keep that up and you’re gonna have wrinkles,” he teased.
“Fuck you,” I snapped.
“You are two seconds shy of getting an ass spanking,” he shot back.
Just the thought of him pulling me over his lap, baring my ass, and spanking it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I was being rude, and maybe…just maybe, I was trying to provoke him; push my luck a little. So, I turned my back to him and flipped him the bird over my shoulder. Big…Big mistake! The next thing I know I’m over his shoulder, kicking and screaming like a banshee. He bounded up the stairs with ease, like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Squirming, I tried my damnedest to get him to put me down.
“Let me down, you asshole,” I hollered.
“You need to just hush up. I did nothing to you for you to treat me in such a rude manner. So, I feel a little attitude adjustment is in order,” he said, slapping my ass.
“Ow, you dick!” I snarled.
He set me down in front of his apartment, and he opened the door; gesturing for me to go inside. I stepped inside and sat on the couch. He sat down beside me.
“Please, go inside. Your roommate is obviously out partying again, and you’re locked out. Come inside and make yourself comfy,” he said.
The look on my face must have been priceless, because he said, “Yes…Both Ryan and I are aware of you and your roommate’s obsession with us.”
Blushing, I replied, “So…that’s his name.”
“Yes…Hottie’s name is Ryan, and mine is Xavier, not Mr. Fancy Pants. The walls and ceilings around here are paper thin,” he laughed.
“Xavier, huh? That’s a mouthful,” I said, lamely.
“Just call me Xav, and you are…,” he asked.
“Izzy,” I answered.
“Izzy…you certainly don’t look like an Izzy. Is that short for Izabelle?” he prompted.
“Izabella,” I mumbled.
Xav leaned back against the couch. His crisp, linen shirt pulled taut across his, in my opinion, massive chest. He just sat there; sat there staring at me. I almost felt like I was a science project, like he was studying me. By the time he spoke again, my stomach was in knots.
“I prefer Bella…yes…Bella. You look more like a Bella; beautiful,” he went on.
“Ha. Ha. Don’t patronize me. If you want beauty, go butter up Cissy,” I snorted.
“Don’t sell yourself short, pretty Bella. I imagine that you have a wondrous treasure hidden under those baggy clothes,” Xav said.
I frowned at him; he stared at me. The silence was thick, filled with a palpable tension. I was highly aroused, and he knew that I was highly aroused and was using it to his advantage. We must have sat there in that tension for what I thought had to been an hour, but in fact, may have been about two minutes.
The spell was broken by the sound of the door latching back closed. Apparently, Ryan, aka Hottie, had stumbled upon us. I turned to look at him, and he eyed me with interest. The knots in my belly fluttered. I focused back on Xav, who appeared to be a lot closer to me than before.
“Well, well, well…what have we here, Xav; nothing better on the roster tonight?” Ryan asked.
“Hey! Fuck you, dickhead,” I growled, starting to get up.
Xav gently pulled me back down, and said, “Now…watch the foul mouth, pretty Bella.”
“This one has thorns,” Ryan laughed.
“I’ll say, but you know the prettiest roses always have the sharpest thorns,” Xav answered, cryptically.
Somehow, without my awareness, Xav had scooted closer to me, and now, his hard thighs were pressed against mine. I was about to move away, but Ryan chose to sit on the other side of me, even closer than Xav. I was surrounded by the intoxicating aroma of pure maleness. My head was spinning. I wanted to be mad, but Xav had already begun to wear my defenses down. I wanted them…wanted them both, but did not want to want them.
“You look uncomfortable,” Ryan said, innocently, and then maneuvered his position, so that he had one leg stretched out on the couch, with me leaning back against his chest.
I could feel his thick cock nestled against my lower back, which by the way was beginning to get harder by the moment.
“Better?” he whispered in my ear.
He trailed wet kisses down the side of my neck. I could hardly focus my eyes, and when he nibbled at the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder, said eyes rolled back in my head, which dropped back onto his chest. His warm hands wiggled their way under my tee shirt and glided up my belly to cup my breasts. My fists clenched tightly, as my resistance was almost gone.
“Well, now. I should have known that the present under the wrapping paper is always better when it is a surprise,” Ryan murmured, softly.
“Do tell,” Xav said.
“I’ll do better than tell. I’ll show you,” he answered, and then stripped my shirt off in one fluid motion.
“Very nice…very nice indeed. Pretty pink lace that conceals nothing,” Xav said.
I tried to cross my arms, wanting to cover myself, but Ryan stopped my left arm and guided it, instead, up around his neck. The other hand, he had rest on his thigh, and then he went back to nibbling on my neck. My fingers tangled themselves in his thick hair, as my unfocused eyes gazed into Xav’s piercing ones. He seemed to get closer and closer, until he was leaning directly over me.
I was trembling; I wanted this. Ryan let go of my breasts, which now felt heavy and full. He pulled both straps down my shoulders to my elbows, and then off my arms. His hands slid down my rib cage and came to rest on my hips.
Xav took this advantage and peeled my bra off my full breasts. His lips swooped down to kiss mine. His tongue probed my mouth; thrusting in and out, almost mimicking what his cock would do to my pussy later. I moaned softly, as he reached behind my back and unhooked my bra; throwing it to the floor.
“Your nipples are rock hard, pretty Bella. Are you aroused?” his gravelly voice asked; his lips still touching mine.
All I could do was nod my head.
“I bet your little pussy is soaking wet, as well?” he continued.
My breath hitched, as I felt Ryan’s hand unbutton my jeans, heard the zipper inch its way downward, and then felt the cool draft of air caress lace clad mons. His long fingers delved under the last barrier, and my resistance was gone. I felt his middle finger trace the seam of my pussy, parting it slightly, and then squirm its way into my steamy canal. My hips rolled in response, as finger fucked me; his movements slow and shallow. By now, Ryan’s cock was hard as stone and twitched against my back.
Xav slipped his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly. He grabbed the waist band of my pants and panties and pulled them off, leaving me reclining against Ryan completely naked. Ryan, now unhampered by my panties, continued to drive me crazy with his shallow fingering, but he added to my frustration, by rubbing slow circles around my puffy, throbbing clit. My eyelids fluttered, as my hips pumped up and down, trying to reach that just out of reach pinnacle.
“I was right, pretty Bella. Your little cunt is soaking wet and such a pretty shade of rosy red,” Xav drawled.
“I don’t know, man. She’s awful tight. Her little pussy has my finger hostage,” Ryan said.
“That right? Well…if her puss is tight enough to clench your finger, I bet her ass is like a vise,” Xav replied.
At some point between Ryan’s arrival and right then, Xav had stripped. My mouth watered, as I stared, hungrily, at his jutting cock. So, he was just as aroused as the rest of us, and by the looks of it, more so. He wasn’t long, more average in length, but God damn, he was thick. He pulled me off Ryan’s chest and pivoted me back to the front. Standing in front of me, his thick plum was pointing at my face.
I cupped his heavy hanging sac, gently pulling down on them, as I ran my tongue from his root to his glans, making him shiver. With my other hand, I gripped the base of his cock and pulled his shaft outward. I traced my tongue along the lip of his cockhead, tickling the sensitive skin surrounding it. Slowly circling my tongue around his mushroom, I made a beeline for his slit. As I probed it with my wiggly tongue, a pearly drop of his juice beaded at the entrance. I coated my tongue with it; his unique flavor exploding in my mouth.
Done with my teasing, he gently pushed against the back of my head, urging me on. I wrapped my lips around his cock head and sucked. My cheeks caved in from the pressure of my suction, and his breathing stuttered. Once his shaft was shiny from my spit, I glided my hand upward, rotating it, as I sucked my way down. Back and forth, I went; my mouth and hand meeting in the middle.
“I’m gonna explode, if you keep that up,” Xav rasped.
He pulled me off his cock, and although my swollen mouth wasn’t touching him, a thin line of spit connected my lips to his plum colored cock head. Xav backed away from me, pulling me to my feet at the same time. He lay down on the couch and guided me onto his face. His breath tickled my weeping slit. I felt his arms wrap around my hips and pull me down. Xav’s squirmy tongue bullied its way between my slick cunt lips. When he started tongue fucking my slimy hole, my elbows almost gave out.
Ryan, standing in front of me, was naked; his dick bobbing madly. He, to my surprise, reached for my hanging tits and positioned it in the valley between them. It felt like I had a long piece of velvety steel rubbing there. The more he thrust between them; the wetter my chest got. Between Xav sucking my whole pussy into his mouth and Ryan pinching my nipples, as he titty fucked me, I was in sensory overload.
Xav pushed his thumb into my tight, virgin asshole, and I went wild. My pussy contracted, madly, as I humped his tongue, nearly drowning him in my cunt cream. Ryan let go of my tits and watched me cum.
“It’s so beautiful to watch you cum,” Ryan said, “but now, I want to be inside you.”
Xav lifted me off his face and planted me down on his cock. I was so wet that I sank all the way down, until I felt his balls touching my ass. He grabbed my hips, stabilizing me, as he pumped in and out of my pussy; hard. My pussy juice dribbled out of my slit, drenching his thighs and balls. I felt Ryan’s hand push my back down, until I was flat against Xav’s chest; his cock still pounding my cunt. I didn’t have time to think straight, even when I felt the cold glob of lube coat my puckered ass. Xav had my waist in a dead grip. I couldn’t move.
“Slip your hand between us. Rub your clit,” Xav ordered.
I wiggled my hand down. It was a tight fit, but eventually I got it where I wanted it and frigged my nub back and forth. Xav went still, and that’s when I felt Ryan’s cock nudge my protesting anal ring. He kept up a steady pressure, wearing down the resistance to his invasion. It burned badly, as my tight, little sphincter stretched against its will, but once his cock head sank past the entrance, my ass snapped shut. He waited a few seconds for me to get used to him. It still burned, but the pressure felt amazing. I moaned and gasped, as he started out with shallow, slow probes, and by the time he was making full strokes in and out of my virgin rosebud, I was screaming in pleasure.
I rubbed and pinched my clit, until my body, which was tightly strung, snapped. Every time Xav would thrust in, Ryan would pull out. They alternated their thrusts, timing them just right. I lost count of how many times I came, but they were relentless. Ryan was the first to cum.
“Fuckkkkkkkk! Your ass is so fucking tight. God Damn! I’m gonna fill you full,” he moaned.
I felt warmness, as his cream splashed my smooth anal walls. He thrust hard against me, almost like he was trying to climb inside me, and went rigid. Finally, he sagged heavily against my back. Xav was next.
“Oh, pretty Bella, your cunt is sucking on my cock,” he said, as his hips pumped.
I held on tightly, as he made several, very hard thrusts, before becoming as rigid as Ryan did. Xav’s cum shot from his cock and flooded my snatch. We all lay there catching our respective breaths. I felt content and hungry. My stomach growled loudly, making them laugh.
“I assume you want to be fed,” Ryan teased.
I tried to glare at him, but failed miserably. They pulled out of me, making me feel strangely empty. Xav eased out from under me, and I was about to get up, when he told me to stay still. He pulled my ass cheeks open wide.
“I wish you could see this, Bella,” he said, softly.
“What?” I answered, alarmed.
“The most beautiful thing I have ever seen…both of your precious holes wide open and leaking cum,” he answered.
“I’m telling you the truth. I saw it with my own eyes,” Cissy said, laughing at my extreme reaction to her news.
“You mean to tell me that the hottie in 302 is pretty close to Mr. Fancy Pants in 304?” I asked, bemused.
“Yes! I saw him coming out of Fancy Pants’ apartment this very morning, looking all disheveled and shit,” she replied.
I was struck silent. My roommate, Cissy, and I have lived in our apartment for almost 6 years. We’ve been through thick and thin together; now, we are nearly inseparable. Best friends who happen to be polar opposites of each other. Cissy, tall, statuesque, Nordic, is the diva. She adores being center of attention, dresses for success, and goes to all the parties. She is quite the feminine lady; whereas, I, on the other hand, am perfectly comfortable in my baggy jeans and floppy tee shirt. She drags me to all the parties, so I can watch her score and laugh, as she puts the alpha male wannabes in their place. Don’t get me wrong, though; I’m not jealous in any way. I am content with my life and myself.
“What do ya think went on last night? You know…with Hottie and Fancy Pants,” she asked, out of the blue.
“Dunno, but I would give my left tit to be a fly on that wall,” I told her.
“You working tonight?” Cissy asked me.
“No, I’m off, but I so need to study for that certification. Why?” I inquired.
“Just asking. I was thinking about going down to the Tropicana tonight, but if you gotta study…,” she started.
“No…you don’t have to change your plans, just cuz I can’t go. You go and have fun…or I’ll kick your ass!” I interrupted.
“Whatever, bitch. Your short ass legs couldn’t reach my majestic ass,” she laughed.
“Fuck you, amazon woman,” I laughed back, throwing a pillow at her as she left my room.
I turned my attention back to my studies, while Cissy showered. Cissy, who has not a one shy bone in her body, paraded around naked, and I found myself admiring, and maybe a little lusting, her body. Her sleek curves were a sharp contrast to my lush ones. No tan lines marred her perfection. I nearly stopped breathing, when she bent over to put the plug in the bathtub. Her bare ass was high in the air, and with her legs parted, the lips of her pussy split, showing off her rosy pink slit.
“Damn…I need to get laid,” I thought to myself, as my pussy hummed with need.
Cissy looked back at me, and said, “What?”
“Huh? Oh…nothing. I was staring off into space,” I mumbled.
“If you say so…,” she trailed off.
I turned around; my back facing her. I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept wandering back to Hottie and Mr. Fancy Pants. What were they up to last night? When my hungry little mind failed to come up with reasons, I fantasized about burying my face in Cissy’s pussy. I wondered what she looked like when she came. Was she loud? Would she spray my face with her cream? Pretty soon, my own slit felt thick and wet, and my mind wandered down another path. I thought about being the meat in a two man sandwich, namely between Hottie and Mr. Fancy Pants. How would it feel to have two cocks inside me at the same time?
Shaking my head, I tried to snap out of this lust filled fugue. What the hell has gotten into me? Why am I fantasizing about going down on my best friend, or for that matter, why do I want a threesome? I’ve never even thought about anal sex, and here I was trying to fast track into advanced techniques.
“Hey, Cis? I’m going for a walk?” I called out to her.
“Okay, just lock the door behind you,” she answered.
Slipping on my sneakers, I slipped out of the apartment, quietly. I walked around the neighborhood for about twenty minutes; just ambling around not even thinking about where I was going. The dusky, evening sky was darkening, and I heard crickets singing nearby. As I made my way back home, it was apparent to me that my little journey did nothing at all to curb my horniness. My pussy was still drenched; my nipples rock hard. I guess thinking about all the things I wanted done to me didn’t help my cause any. Reaching for my door knob, I found that I was locked out. In my haste to rid my mind of these thoughts, I had forgotten my keys. The apartment was dark. Cissy had gone out, and there was no telling when she’d be back.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” I yelled, not caring who heard me.
“What a potty mouth on this one,” a deep male voice said.
Startled, I whirled around to face the stranger. Mr. Fancy Pants was sitting on the stairs, watching me throw a fit. Even though I was highly pissed, his male aura hit me like a brick. My slit was literally panting now. I shifted my position, making sure my legs were closed…just in case, I had a wet spot from my soaked panties. His whole person screamed culture and class, and dressed in his “usual” suit, he looked like he had walked off the cover of GQ magazine. Of course, I was in my usual baggy jeans and floppy tee shirt; my figure hidden.
“Excuse me?” I sneered.
“A potty mouth and attitude…nice,” he chuckled.
“If your just gonna sit there and laugh at me, you can go to hell,” I told him, frowning.
“You keep that up and you’re gonna have wrinkles,” he teased.
“Fuck you,” I snapped.
“You are two seconds shy of getting an ass spanking,” he shot back.
Just the thought of him pulling me over his lap, baring my ass, and spanking it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I was being rude, and maybe…just maybe, I was trying to provoke him; push my luck a little. So, I turned my back to him and flipped him the bird over my shoulder. Big…Big mistake! The next thing I know I’m over his shoulder, kicking and screaming like a banshee. He bounded up the stairs with ease, like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Squirming, I tried my damnedest to get him to put me down.
“Let me down, you asshole,” I hollered.
“You need to just hush up. I did nothing to you for you to treat me in such a rude manner. So, I feel a little attitude adjustment is in order,” he said, slapping my ass.
“Ow, you dick!” I snarled.
He set me down in front of his apartment, and he opened the door; gesturing for me to go inside. I stepped inside and sat on the couch. He sat down beside me.
“Please, go inside. Your roommate is obviously out partying again, and you’re locked out. Come inside and make yourself comfy,” he said.
The look on my face must have been priceless, because he said, “Yes…Both Ryan and I are aware of you and your roommate’s obsession with us.”
Blushing, I replied, “So…that’s his name.”
“Yes…Hottie’s name is Ryan, and mine is Xavier, not Mr. Fancy Pants. The walls and ceilings around here are paper thin,” he laughed.
“Xavier, huh? That’s a mouthful,” I said, lamely.
“Just call me Xav, and you are…,” he asked.
“Izzy,” I answered.
“Izzy…you certainly don’t look like an Izzy. Is that short for Izabelle?” he prompted.
“Izabella,” I mumbled.
Xav leaned back against the couch. His crisp, linen shirt pulled taut across his, in my opinion, massive chest. He just sat there; sat there staring at me. I almost felt like I was a science project, like he was studying me. By the time he spoke again, my stomach was in knots.
“I prefer Bella…yes…Bella. You look more like a Bella; beautiful,” he went on.
“Ha. Ha. Don’t patronize me. If you want beauty, go butter up Cissy,” I snorted.
“Don’t sell yourself short, pretty Bella. I imagine that you have a wondrous treasure hidden under those baggy clothes,” Xav said.
I frowned at him; he stared at me. The silence was thick, filled with a palpable tension. I was highly aroused, and he knew that I was highly aroused and was using it to his advantage. We must have sat there in that tension for what I thought had to been an hour, but in fact, may have been about two minutes.
The spell was broken by the sound of the door latching back closed. Apparently, Ryan, aka Hottie, had stumbled upon us. I turned to look at him, and he eyed me with interest. The knots in my belly fluttered. I focused back on Xav, who appeared to be a lot closer to me than before.
“Well, well, well…what have we here, Xav; nothing better on the roster tonight?” Ryan asked.
“Hey! Fuck you, dickhead,” I growled, starting to get up.
Xav gently pulled me back down, and said, “Now…watch the foul mouth, pretty Bella.”
“This one has thorns,” Ryan laughed.
“I’ll say, but you know the prettiest roses always have the sharpest thorns,” Xav answered, cryptically.
Somehow, without my awareness, Xav had scooted closer to me, and now, his hard thighs were pressed against mine. I was about to move away, but Ryan chose to sit on the other side of me, even closer than Xav. I was surrounded by the intoxicating aroma of pure maleness. My head was spinning. I wanted to be mad, but Xav had already begun to wear my defenses down. I wanted them…wanted them both, but did not want to want them.
“You look uncomfortable,” Ryan said, innocently, and then maneuvered his position, so that he had one leg stretched out on the couch, with me leaning back against his chest.
I could feel his thick cock nestled against my lower back, which by the way was beginning to get harder by the moment.
“Better?” he whispered in my ear.
He trailed wet kisses down the side of my neck. I could hardly focus my eyes, and when he nibbled at the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder, said eyes rolled back in my head, which dropped back onto his chest. His warm hands wiggled their way under my tee shirt and glided up my belly to cup my breasts. My fists clenched tightly, as my resistance was almost gone.
“Well, now. I should have known that the present under the wrapping paper is always better when it is a surprise,” Ryan murmured, softly.
“Do tell,” Xav said.
“I’ll do better than tell. I’ll show you,” he answered, and then stripped my shirt off in one fluid motion.
“Very nice…very nice indeed. Pretty pink lace that conceals nothing,” Xav said.
I tried to cross my arms, wanting to cover myself, but Ryan stopped my left arm and guided it, instead, up around his neck. The other hand, he had rest on his thigh, and then he went back to nibbling on my neck. My fingers tangled themselves in his thick hair, as my unfocused eyes gazed into Xav’s piercing ones. He seemed to get closer and closer, until he was leaning directly over me.
I was trembling; I wanted this. Ryan let go of my breasts, which now felt heavy and full. He pulled both straps down my shoulders to my elbows, and then off my arms. His hands slid down my rib cage and came to rest on my hips.
Xav took this advantage and peeled my bra off my full breasts. His lips swooped down to kiss mine. His tongue probed my mouth; thrusting in and out, almost mimicking what his cock would do to my pussy later. I moaned softly, as he reached behind my back and unhooked my bra; throwing it to the floor.
“Your nipples are rock hard, pretty Bella. Are you aroused?” his gravelly voice asked; his lips still touching mine.
All I could do was nod my head.
“I bet your little pussy is soaking wet, as well?” he continued.
My breath hitched, as I felt Ryan’s hand unbutton my jeans, heard the zipper inch its way downward, and then felt the cool draft of air caress lace clad mons. His long fingers delved under the last barrier, and my resistance was gone. I felt his middle finger trace the seam of my pussy, parting it slightly, and then squirm its way into my steamy canal. My hips rolled in response, as finger fucked me; his movements slow and shallow. By now, Ryan’s cock was hard as stone and twitched against my back.
Xav slipped his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly. He grabbed the waist band of my pants and panties and pulled them off, leaving me reclining against Ryan completely naked. Ryan, now unhampered by my panties, continued to drive me crazy with his shallow fingering, but he added to my frustration, by rubbing slow circles around my puffy, throbbing clit. My eyelids fluttered, as my hips pumped up and down, trying to reach that just out of reach pinnacle.
“I was right, pretty Bella. Your little cunt is soaking wet and such a pretty shade of rosy red,” Xav drawled.
“I don’t know, man. She’s awful tight. Her little pussy has my finger hostage,” Ryan said.
“That right? Well…if her puss is tight enough to clench your finger, I bet her ass is like a vise,” Xav replied.
At some point between Ryan’s arrival and right then, Xav had stripped. My mouth watered, as I stared, hungrily, at his jutting cock. So, he was just as aroused as the rest of us, and by the looks of it, more so. He wasn’t long, more average in length, but God damn, he was thick. He pulled me off Ryan’s chest and pivoted me back to the front. Standing in front of me, his thick plum was pointing at my face.
I cupped his heavy hanging sac, gently pulling down on them, as I ran my tongue from his root to his glans, making him shiver. With my other hand, I gripped the base of his cock and pulled his shaft outward. I traced my tongue along the lip of his cockhead, tickling the sensitive skin surrounding it. Slowly circling my tongue around his mushroom, I made a beeline for his slit. As I probed it with my wiggly tongue, a pearly drop of his juice beaded at the entrance. I coated my tongue with it; his unique flavor exploding in my mouth.
Done with my teasing, he gently pushed against the back of my head, urging me on. I wrapped my lips around his cock head and sucked. My cheeks caved in from the pressure of my suction, and his breathing stuttered. Once his shaft was shiny from my spit, I glided my hand upward, rotating it, as I sucked my way down. Back and forth, I went; my mouth and hand meeting in the middle.
“I’m gonna explode, if you keep that up,” Xav rasped.
He pulled me off his cock, and although my swollen mouth wasn’t touching him, a thin line of spit connected my lips to his plum colored cock head. Xav backed away from me, pulling me to my feet at the same time. He lay down on the couch and guided me onto his face. His breath tickled my weeping slit. I felt his arms wrap around my hips and pull me down. Xav’s squirmy tongue bullied its way between my slick cunt lips. When he started tongue fucking my slimy hole, my elbows almost gave out.
Ryan, standing in front of me, was naked; his dick bobbing madly. He, to my surprise, reached for my hanging tits and positioned it in the valley between them. It felt like I had a long piece of velvety steel rubbing there. The more he thrust between them; the wetter my chest got. Between Xav sucking my whole pussy into his mouth and Ryan pinching my nipples, as he titty fucked me, I was in sensory overload.
Xav pushed his thumb into my tight, virgin asshole, and I went wild. My pussy contracted, madly, as I humped his tongue, nearly drowning him in my cunt cream. Ryan let go of my tits and watched me cum.
“It’s so beautiful to watch you cum,” Ryan said, “but now, I want to be inside you.”
Xav lifted me off his face and planted me down on his cock. I was so wet that I sank all the way down, until I felt his balls touching my ass. He grabbed my hips, stabilizing me, as he pumped in and out of my pussy; hard. My pussy juice dribbled out of my slit, drenching his thighs and balls. I felt Ryan’s hand push my back down, until I was flat against Xav’s chest; his cock still pounding my cunt. I didn’t have time to think straight, even when I felt the cold glob of lube coat my puckered ass. Xav had my waist in a dead grip. I couldn’t move.
“Slip your hand between us. Rub your clit,” Xav ordered.
I wiggled my hand down. It was a tight fit, but eventually I got it where I wanted it and frigged my nub back and forth. Xav went still, and that’s when I felt Ryan’s cock nudge my protesting anal ring. He kept up a steady pressure, wearing down the resistance to his invasion. It burned badly, as my tight, little sphincter stretched against its will, but once his cock head sank past the entrance, my ass snapped shut. He waited a few seconds for me to get used to him. It still burned, but the pressure felt amazing. I moaned and gasped, as he started out with shallow, slow probes, and by the time he was making full strokes in and out of my virgin rosebud, I was screaming in pleasure.
I rubbed and pinched my clit, until my body, which was tightly strung, snapped. Every time Xav would thrust in, Ryan would pull out. They alternated their thrusts, timing them just right. I lost count of how many times I came, but they were relentless. Ryan was the first to cum.
“Fuckkkkkkkk! Your ass is so fucking tight. God Damn! I’m gonna fill you full,” he moaned.
I felt warmness, as his cream splashed my smooth anal walls. He thrust hard against me, almost like he was trying to climb inside me, and went rigid. Finally, he sagged heavily against my back. Xav was next.
“Oh, pretty Bella, your cunt is sucking on my cock,” he said, as his hips pumped.
I held on tightly, as he made several, very hard thrusts, before becoming as rigid as Ryan did. Xav’s cum shot from his cock and flooded my snatch. We all lay there catching our respective breaths. I felt content and hungry. My stomach growled loudly, making them laugh.
“I assume you want to be fed,” Ryan teased.
I tried to glare at him, but failed miserably. They pulled out of me, making me feel strangely empty. Xav eased out from under me, and I was about to get up, when he told me to stay still. He pulled my ass cheeks open wide.
“I wish you could see this, Bella,” he said, softly.
“What?” I answered, alarmed.
“The most beautiful thing I have ever seen…both of your precious holes wide open and leaking cum,” he answered.
Mhairi
- 02.11.2020
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