27. Willow
27
WILLOW
I wasn’t sure what to expect inside the school. A bunch of guys crashing in old classrooms I guess, but they’ve put a lot of work into it. Sure the hallways look about the same, and it’s obvious what the building was, but Blackout's room is nicer than I thought.
The ceilings are high, and there’s a row of windows on the far wall providing a lot of light. He’s on the second floor, with a partial view of the street I live on and the river beyond. It’s kind of nice thinking that Blackout can literally see the top of my house from here.
It’s an L-shaped room and pretty clean, other than a small collection of empty beer bottles on the counter and a couple of dishes in the sink of the kitchenette on my left. There's a mini-fridge, a microwave and a counter with a small sink. Beyond is a sitting area, where there's a comfortable-looking couch and a couple of chairs. The walls are painted a warm terracotta, featuring pictures of bikes, sexy women and sexy women on bikes. I’m sensing a theme. A bass guitar leans up against the wall next to the couch, and a deck of cards is spread out over the long, narrow coffee table.
Blackout wraps his arms around me from behind while Dragon closes the door behind us. “So, baby, are you ready to be good for teacher?”
I feel his thickness against my ass, even through our jeans. “Fair’s fair I guess. So long as I get a rematch after I get to practice a little.”
He moves his hands up to cup my breast through my shirt. “Let’s play another trust game.”
Last time, he blindfolded me and showed me exactly what that tongue of his could do. But now? We're further along. I've had sex with them. I've tasted them, felt their cum spatter onto my breasts. The time with the blindfold was really hot. How wild can he drive me this time? Him and Dragon both.
The butterflies are already fluttering in my stomach. “How do we play?” I ask, my voice barely carrying.
He kisses the top of my head, then urges me forwards. “We'll go to the bed, and get you naked.”
I like that idea.
“What about you?” I look over my shoulder at Dragon. “Are we all playing?”
“Absolutely, but he can run the show for now.” He starts peeling off his shirt, which has me wetting my lips in anticipation. I’ve always thought people oversexualize nudity—probably a result of growing up with hippies—but with these guys it’s hard not to think about sex every time I see them undress.
There's no separate bedroom in Blackout's quarters, but because of a little added room behind the kitchenette that’s probably a bathroom, there’s an alcove with enough room for a king sized bed and not much else. I could sleep in any direction and still have to roll far to fall off. By myself, it'd be too much, but with two big soon-to-be naked bikers? It feels just right.
“So do you trust us?” Blackout's last check to make sure I'm on board.
“Definitely.” I sound confident because I am, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous. I have an active imagination, but they are in a league of their own in this particular department.
“Arms up.” He slips my shirt off, then unhooks my bra, putting both of them aside and leaving me topless. My nipples are crinkled up into hard points and I don’t quite know what to do with my hands. Should I cover myself up, or?
“Hey there, beautiful,” Dragon murmurs, stepping close and running his coarse fingers down my arm, raising goosebumps in their wake.
Blackout gathers up my hair in his fist, baring my neck and kissing me right behind my ear. “Do you see what you do to us? You make me so fucking hard, Willow.” There's a yearning in his rasp that has my breathing coming faster. He reaches around and pops open my jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly.
“What's the game?” I ask.
“Patience.” His chuckle is close enough to my ear that I feel the air brush past. “Almost there.”
Dragon crouches to pull my pants down, and my panties go with them. When I step out of them, I'm completely naked. Exposed and vulnerable. But Dragon runs his big hands up my thighs as he kisses my belly, and Blackout takes my bare breasts in his hands this time. He traps my hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, and rolls them gently, firing sparks of excitement through me in a direct line between my breasts and my core.
“Get on the bed,” Blackout commands.
I whimper at the loss when they both pull their hands back, but I’m sure they’re going to be back on me soon. I climb onto the mattress then turn around to watch them get undressed.
Their pants drop at once, leaving them only covered by their boxer briefs. They’re so tight on them that I can see clear outlines, with absolutely no doubts as to how excited they are to see me. Blackout throws his shirt away, and then I hold my breath as they shuck off their last bits of modesty and two long, thick cocks spring out to see me.
They’re so hard, taking themselves in hand as they move towards me. Feeling daring, I ease back and lean against the pillows, spreading my thighs to give them something to look at, too.
“Fuck, Willow. I want to take my damn time and it’s hard when you’re looking at me like that.” Blackout lets go of his thickness and moves around to the side of the bed, where he crouches and pulls a box out from underneath. Then he proceeds to pull out four leather cuffs with metal rings on them and a steel bar that’s about a foot long.
My legs snap together. “What’s that?”
He chuckles. “Hold out your arms.”
Cautiously, I do, and he attaches a cuff around each of my wrists with little buckles to lock them in place. He leaves them tight enough to stay, but if I really, really had to, I think I might be able to work my hands through to free myself, just not easily.
“Legs too.”
Oh God. I stretch out my legs for him, and he cuffs my ankles. “This is kinda scary,” I admit. I knew Blackout was a little kinky, but this is a few steps above a blindfold.
“I’ll take it slow, don’t worry. This is all about feeling good. Up on your knees. Put your back to me.” When I do, he drags his calloused fingers down my spine, making me shiver. “Your back’s as sexy as your front. Fucking love it. Reach behind you with both arms.”
In front of me, Dragon watches us intently, stroking himself slowly. When Blackout pulls my arms back, Dragon’s eyes drop to my breasts and the way the motion pushes them out. Like I’m begging him to play with them. Maybe I am. Long and thick with the blood rushing through it, the head of his cock is already leaking precum. He looks so freaking ready that it gets my own juices flowing. Blackout snaps me out of it when he clips my wrist cuffs together so they’re trapped behind me.
I gasp and tug, momentarily panicked.
“Trust, baby. Trust.”
Swallowing down my nervousness, I nod. Being vulnerable is hard. If they want me now, there’s nothing I can do about it, and it’s both terrifying and hot beyond belief. I’m theirs, any way they desire.
Blackout gathers my hair up again, making a ponytail of it that he has a firm grip around, controlling how far I can move my head. He’s got so much of it that it doesn’t hurt, just tugs a little. With his other hand, he caresses my sides. Calming me, exploring me, exciting me. “Crawl forward.”
I do, walking on my knees with his hand to steady me, right up until I’m near the opposite edge, where Dragon is waiting. He stands up, putting the big head of his cock right at my face level. I think I see where this is going.
“Open.” His tone is playful, but there’s no give in his grip as Blackout nudges my head just a little closer. I wet my lips real quick, then part them to make room for Dragon.
He sucks in a quick breath as my heat envelops him. He’s thick and hot in my mouth. I explore him with my tongue, teasing the edge of his crown, then swiping it over the head, getting the faintly salty taste of his precum. He groans quietly, his hips starting to make shallow thrusts. I don’t even know if he’s aware that he’s doing it. I’m literally trapped, but seeing him lose himself in what I’m doing still gives me a feeling of power. I’m so wet, but I couldn’t touch myself if I tried.
It’s diabolical, and I’m starting to see why people think this sort of thing is fun.
“That’s right,” he says, low and rough. He guides my head down Dragon’s length a little more than I would on my own. Then back, and forward again, making me suck his friend’s cock, whether I want to or not.
Luckily, I do.
“Here’s the deal, you want this to stop, just say so. Or resist if your mouth’s too full to talk.” I’m so distracted that it’s hard for me to pay proper attention, but his stern tone tells me this is important. “It might get a little rough, but I’m never trying to fucking hurt you. No fancy safeword or any of that bullshit, you give me any sign you don’t like it, and we stop. Immediately.” He pulls me back so my mouth is empty. “Tell me you understand. I need to hear it.”
After swallowing quickly, I nod. “I understand.” We’re playing power games, I get that. I just never realized I’d find them so hot.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
The moment I do, Dragon’s back. I close my lips tighter around him, trying to apply a little suction as I let Blackout control my depth and speed. This is where trust is crucial. But he won’t hurt me, I know that.
“Fuck,” Dragon hisses. He bumps against my throat, surprising me. As soon as I flex for the cough, Blackout pulls me back so I have room to breathe through it, and once I’m okay, he pushes me back.
“Try to take him,” he hisses. “Show us how dirty you can get. Swallow that cock.”
Every dirty whisper has my insides churning up heat. Nothing’s touching my pussy, and it’s frustrating me. The fact that I literally can’t touch myself makes it so much worse, only making me want to even more.
Blackout shuffles closer, so close I can feel his cock brushing against my back. He pushes me forward until Dragon bumps against my throat again. This time I’m more prepared, but my stomach still lurches. A moment to recover, and then I’m taking him deep again.
“Pretty fucking girl,” Dragon murmurs.
So many impressions, the roughness, the sweet words, fingers brushing over my skin while my mouth is filled—it’s a sensation overload, and no one’s even fucking me yet. We fall into the wet, hot rhythm of it, moving together. Sometimes rough, sometimes soft. I press my thighs together in a desperate attempt at any kind of friction between my legs.
Then Blackout changes the game, disconnecting my wrists and flipping me onto my back on the mattress. I can’t catch myself, and I let out a surprised yelp, but a moment later, he’s linked my wrists together again at the front.
He straddles my chest, his huge, slick cock hovering over my face and my arms trapped between his thighs. “Fuck, makes me wanna cum all over your pretty face when you’re looking up at me like that.”
“Will you fuck me first?” I beg. Even though my hands are in front now, the way he’s got my arms pinned, I still can’t do anything about myself. “Please?”
He strokes my face. “Good things come to girls who wait.” Then he moves off again. He points at the steel bar. “Dragon, hand me that.”
There’s all sorts of little metal rings attached to the bar, and when he grabs my ankle and pulls it to him, I finally realize what it's for. But by then, my ankle is locked in place. Dragon grabs my other ankle and pushes it to Blackout easily, and then both of my ankles are stuck, forced apart by the bar.
“How flexible are you?” Blackout asks with a devious grin.
“Um… a normal amount? I’m no gymnast.” Do I even want to know why?
“I’ll be careful.” He pushes a button on the bar and adjusts it even wider. By the time he locks it again, my feet are way more than shoulder width apart. I’m completely open to them, exposed and available. He gives himself a stroke while he lifts the bar, demonstrating how he can position me how he wants. “Fuck, you look sexy like this. You okay?”
I nod, eyes wide. He puts his fingers on my pussy and finally being touched where I need it is electric. “Yesssss,” I hiss.
“Hey Dragon, wanna fuck this pussy?”
“Try and fucking stop me,” Dragon rumbles back, his growl heavy with need. He puts a hand on my stomach, pausing. “I swear I’m clean. Got tested just before we met. If you want, I’ll use a?—”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and… It’d been a while before I moved since, you know. My last time.”
Oh God. Maybe I should’ve thought longer about that answer, but I want to feel him skin on skin.
A pillow is slipped under my shoulders, making my head loll back. Blackout kneels behind my head, holding the bar so I’m bent almost double, and I’m getting an upside down view of his cock and heavy balls.
A moment later, I feel something huge nudging between my slick folds. At this angle, I can’t see it, but there’s no question that Dragon’s about to fuck me. I try to relax, but everything about this is both incredibly hot, and also new and a little scary.
He pushes slow, with a heavy groan, filling me inch by slow raw inch. By the time his hips hit my ass, I almost come from the friction alone. I think Skyhigh might have been right when he asked if maybe I wasn’t the problem. Miraculously, I don’t seem to have an issue getting excited when I’m into what’s happening. Dragon leans over me. Even with my wrists linked together, I can explore his broad chest, feel his powerful pecs flex as he holds himself up. His skin is so hot, the texture of him rough against my palms. It's frustrating to be so restricted, but exciting too.
Blackout taps my chin to make me look up, and then angles his cock down so it’s pointed at my mouth. I open for him, letting him in, loving the feel of the smooth head sliding across my tongue. I close my lips around him as he finds a rhythm, just like Dragon between my thighs. They fuck me from both ends, and trapped between them, all I can do is take what they give and experience the moment. I’m burning up between them getting closer and riding that wave of pleasure just a little harder, a little faster. They're closing too, I can hear it in their labored breathing and the way they groan as my body clenches tight around them.
They pull out and Blackout pauses. “Wanna try one last thing. You game?”
“Better be quick,” growls Dragon, taking himself in hand. “She's too fucking hot to last much longer.”
“Are you game?” Blackout asks.
I nod. Everything he's shown me so far has been mind-blowing and wild. At this point, there's very little he could suggest that I wouldn't at least try. “I trust you.”
He quickly and deftly disconnects my wrists, only to connect them to the bar, right next to my ankles. When he rolls me over on my front, I'm on my knees with my legs forced open, my face on the sheets and my butt in the air. If I felt exposed before, now I’m completely helpless. He gives my ass a soft smack. “This is a fucking masterpiece. Dragon, let’s get you under her.”
Dragon nods, stretching out next to me, his cock sticking right up in the air and glistening with our combined juices. I lick my lips at the sight, but there's nothing I can do about it, restrained like this.
That is until Blackout picks me right up off the bed with ease, lowering me slowly onto Dragon. That huge dick splits me open in the best way, sinking in until I'm all the way down, my butt resting on his thighs and feeling so incredibly stretched. Dragon reaches up to catch my sides and then they lower me until my cheek is resting on his broad chest. Dragon grips my hips and lifts me just enough so that he can start fucking me from below.
I moan, at the feel of his length sliding in and out of me in long, sexy strokes.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans and fills me again.
Something cool drips onto my butt, making me draw a sharp breath in surprise. It's followed by the careful touch of Blackout's finger as he rubs the lube in, making me slick back there. This is mostly untested territory for me, other than when he played with it a little last time. I'm not against it, but it makes me a little nervous.
“You okay?” He makes little circles around the tight muscle, not forcing anything, just getting me used to feeling him. And with a little time, it just melts into a deeply erotic mishmash of pleasurable sensations that swirl together in my core.
“Yeah, just… be careful?”
“Gonna be so fucking gentle, baby, right before we fucking blow your mind.”
My fingers twitch nervously, like I need to hold on to something, but locked next to my ankles, there's nothing I can do, other than turn my head just enough to place some kisses on Dragon's chest while he runs his big hands over me.
When Blackout pushes his finger just a little bit in, bringing the lube with it, I draw another sharp breath. It doesn't hurt, it's just weird. Nice, even. Something I've never experienced. He works more lube in with his finger, going deeper, finding a rhythm that matches Dragon's.
“So much,” I groan.
“Still okay?” He places a soft kiss on my ass cheek.
“Yeah,” I squeak as he pushes his finger deep.
A second finger joins the first. I'm surprised at how much easier it's getting. How the strangeness is wearing off and all it feels like is an extension of my pussy. My thighs start to quiver as the sensations build, and that molten tidal wave on the horizon starts coming closer.
They double fuck me, Dragon groaning beneath me as I'm buffeted back and forth on his chest, and Blackout fingering my ass with more and more lube. His fingers vanish and I hear the sound of a condom packet, so I'm ready for it when he lines up his thick cock. “Gonna go real easy until you're used to it, okay?” Then he pushes.
I close my eyes while my hands clutch for something to hang onto. He's so thick, but the slipperiness of the lube makes it possible. Dragon, understanding what's happening, pulls out and waits, letting me adjust to one thing at a time. And there's plenty to get used to.
I groan, a primal sound from deep in my chest as Blackout works himself into my ass with short, careful thrusts, each one putting him just a little deeper. Lube and my own fluids are sliding down the insides of my thighs, and Dragon’s fingers scoop it up, playing softly over my clit and in my folds as I pant at the effort of taking his friend.
And I do. After a couple of minutes, he's all the way in, with me clenching and quivering on his shaft, the overwhelming flow of sensations driving me wild. When Dragon pushes back in, I come almost immediately.
The surprise of it hits me hard, ratcheting through me with an intensity that has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling. My throat feels sore so I must be screaming. Pure pleasure fills everything that I am, like I swear even my hair is sensitive, and it just keeps going. Shutting my eyes tight, I just concentrate on breathing and letting the feelings flow through me because it feels like I might literally explode between them.
“Stop!” I yell in a strangled gasp as my climax finally fades and I’m only left with overstimulation. “Too much!”
Even the subtle friction of them withdrawing is a lot. Underneath me, Dragon's heart thunders in my ear and behind me, Blackout's breathing heavy.
They roll me over onto the mattress, still clipped to the bar and looking up at them in a daze as they approach me from both sides jerking their cocks and looking at me with hooded eyes, dark with desire. If the feeling of this moment could be bottled, we would all be billionaires.
Blackout's the first one to lose control. His cock jerks in his fist and then his cum spatters over me, hitting my breasts, my belly, and a thick line on my neck and chin. Dragon's next, the head of his cock expanding as he thrusts through his fingers and lets go with a roar. Spattering my breasts in a river of slick warmth that runs into the valley between them. “Fuck,” he hisses, his whole body quivering as he slumps forward.
“Holy shit,” Blackout gasps. “That was fucking hot.”
Dragon sits back on his heels, nodding. His long hair is sticking to his glistening skin.
“Guys?” I ask
“She probably wants out,” Dragon notes dryly.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Blackout chuckles, then unbuckles me, my wrists and then my ankles, rubbing each one in turn. “You alright? It got a little intense.”
I stretch after being restrained for so long. “Yeah. I think so.” Then, more certainly, “Yeah, definitely. God, that was wild.”
“Come here.” Blackout lies down next to me and opens his arms.
“I'm a mess.” I slide a finger through the cum on my breasts, and almost laugh at how quickly their eyes lock to it.
“Yeah, but you’re our mess.”