Chapter 7 #2
Yak runs his eyes down the length of Monty’s body, now standing at the side of the bed.
“Naked. Now.” Monty doesn’t argue, just starts loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Wiping the drool at the corner of my mouth, I watch enraptured as beautiful brown skin is revealed stretched over muscles that should be illegal.
He stops with his pants unbuckled, zipper down, shoes and socks off.
He meets Yak’s eyes with a challenge of his own.
I expect Yak to deny him, but he chuckles and undoes his own pants, sending them falling to the floor.
His penis thick, slight curve upward, hanging low between his legs.
Monty’s is longer, a little thicker, and just as beautiful.
As if hearing my thoughts, Monty calls my name. “Sophia. Sweetling.” He points to his penis and Yak’s. “What are these called?” My cheeks flame, but I glare at the two of them, not appreciating their smirks.
“Penises.”
“Cocks. Dicks.”
“I can say what I want in my own head.”
Yak strokes his length, closing the distance between us.
He drops the cocktopus on the bed, grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed.
I squeak in surprise, moaning when he massages my calves and sets my feet on the mattress.
I’m spread open on full display. I hate attention, but the weight of their heated gaze is sinfully delicious and addictive.
Wedging himself between my thighs, he rests his fists next to my head and hovers above me.
I want to feel him, skin to skin but he makes no move to touch me.
“The boys you’ve been with had a penis; your men have cocks. Dicks.”
“Hammer heads,” I mutter, closing my eyes when I realize what I just said. Yak stands up with a laugh, and I whine at the loss of his body heat.
“Ahh!” He cups my vag—
“Pussy.” Darn him. He cups my pussy possessively. “Are you a nail? Huh, Soph, are you the nail for us to hammer?”
“Construction innuendos should not be hot.”
“And yet you are soaking fucking wet, Sweetling. You want to feel us inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes!” His thumb presses against my clit and my back bows.
“Monty is going to fuck your pretty little cunt with his tongue.”
“Hell yes.” Monty drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs.
His stubble provides much needed friction.
“Huh?” I open my eyes and find Monty now standing, bent over the side of the bed, Yak’s hand on Monty’s upper back pushing him toward my dripping pussy.
He stares at Yak in question over his shoulder.
Yak produces a butt plug and a tube of lube.
Doing his best Vanna White impression, he produces a second plug with a blinding smile.
Monty starts laughing so hard, he rests his cheek on my stomach.
He mumbles something into my skin that I can’t quite make out.
Lifting his head he winks at me and looks at Yak once more.
“Why be bosom buddies when you can be butt buddies?” Oh. Oh. Now I get it. Those plugs aren’t for me. I shiver at just the thought…
“Exactly.” Yak opens the lube and squirts some on his fingers. “Eat her pussy, Monty. She’s gonna need to be nice and wet for what I have planned.” Dropping the lube on the bed, along with the plugs, Yak grips Monty’s hip tightly, and grins. “Don’t mind me.”
Monty’s tongue is broad and he has incredible control over it.
He’s tender at first, licking me in long strokes, playfully batting my clit.
His hands cup my breasts, then thumbs my nipples.
I’m just getting into his rhythm when he cries out, biting my clit.
Yak stands behind him, his eyes glued to Monty’s butt.
His forearm flexes. He’s fingering Monty.
Opening him up and lubing the way for the plug. Oh, God, that is so…
“I’m gonna cum!” I scream, my hand in Monty’s hair, my pelvis rocking faster and faster as I rush toward the finish.
“God! Yes, Yak! I’m so—”
“Do. Not. Cum. Monty,” Yak commands. Monty looks up at me with unfocused eyes, a fine sheen of sweat at his hairline, jaw clenched from the effort of holding back. “Sophia.” I force myself to look away from Monty and meet Yak’s eyes. “Cum.”
Monty slaps my pussy, the sting shocking me as it morphs into warmth.
He snarls, baring his teeth as his eyes close, Yak now inserting the plug and playing with it by the delighted look on his face.
When Monty pinches my nipples and sucks my clit until his cheeks hollow, I fall over the edge…
literally. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave and I somehow manage to slide off the edge of the bed to the floor.
Monty stares down at me with wide eyes and I start laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. His dick bobs in front of my face. I lick a stripe up the underside and swirl my tongue around the swollen head.
“Back on the bed, Sweetling. And try not to fall off this time.” Monty lifts me beneath my arms and places me back on the bed at Yak’s urging. He kisses me, hard and thoroughly.
“How does it feel?” I whisper between us, asking about the plug.
“It’s weird. Different. Good. It’s pressing against my prostate.
” I nip his bottom lip. On my elbows, I wait for Yak to tell us what to do next.
I love this. Me and my men. Alone. Exploring.
Learning more about each other. And I love that Yak takes control, directing us where to go and what to do. My brain is blessedly quiet.
Yak crawls on the bed beside me, then lays on his back.
He pats his lips and I lean over to kiss him.
He hums against my lips, his tongue surprisingly gentle as he licks into my mouth.
“Your other lips, Sweetling.” He chuckles at my gasp, helping me turn around and straddle his shoulders, facing his feet.
He shifts his legs, spreading himself enough to expose his hole to Monty’s hungry gaze.
“Don’t be gentle, Monty, it’s not my first rodeo. ”
“What?” There’s curiosity in Monty’s tone, but a hint of disappointment that hurts my heart. I reach out for him, and he takes my hand with a squeeze. Yak wraps his hands around my legs and lifts me up far enough for him to see Monty himself.
“You are the first, last, and only man to ever touch me there. The only to ever be inside me. But I’ve used plugs and stims before. The prostate is an equal opportunity pleasure provider. Gay, straight, doesn’t matter. Now, stretch me out so you can fuck me later.”
I’m lowered before either of us can speak, and Yak wastes no time, his tongue as demanding as his fingers.
I swivel my hips, play with my nipples and watch Monty stretch Yak enough to take the plug.
Yak’s cock twitches repeatedly, drops of precum spilling down his length.
Licking my lips, I drop down and suck him to the back of my throat without warning.
Monty’s hand on the back of my head, he urges me down, down, down until my nose presses against Yak’s balls and my throat is full of his considerable cock.
I swallow, breathe through my nose and relax into my second orgasm.
His fingers tighten in my hair and drag me up until Yak’s cock falls out of my mouth.
“You did so good, baby. Such a good girl for us.” I smile up at him, tears in my eyes at his praise. He rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, smearing the tears and saliva and precum.
I’m flipped to my back once more. Yak rolls out of bed, flashing his tight ass and the black end of the plug.
On his feet, he picks up the cocktopus, walks over to the chair and drags it closer to the bed.
Sitting down, he spreads his legs and strokes his cock lazily, the cocktopus resting on his thigh.
“Slide inside her nice and slow, Monty. Savor the tight clutch of her pretty pink pussy. Get the baseball bat you’re smuggling in your pants wet and then come to me. ”
Monty inhales sharply, his dick jerking. I sigh with a small smile, resting on my back and waiting. Monty’s body depresses the mattress as he kneels between my legs. His hands run up and down my thighs, over my hips and along my ribs.
“I love you, Sweetling.”
“Monty…” I break off with a gasp as he fills me. The stretch is a little painful at first, but it soon melts into pleasure like I’ve never known. He rolls his hips, moving fluidly like a seasoned dancer, staring at me like I matter. Like I mean something to him. Like I’m important.
“You feel so good, baby. Yak…she’s tight…so hot…burning my dick.”
“Is she wet?”
“Soaked.”
“That’s a good girl.” His words settle inside me, soothing me as Monty’s did earlier.
I meet him thrust for thrust, caught up in the ecstasy lighting up my spine.
“Monty. Come to me.” I whine when Monty withdraws.
Leaving me empty and hollow. Turning my head, too lazy to lift it, Yak strokes Monty’s dick a few times, licks my juices off the length with a grin, then slides the cocktopus on.
Monty’s ass flexes as he rises up on his toes with a hiss. “Too much?”
“No,” he spits out. “You wouldn’t stop even if it was.” Yak laughs, kisses Monty’s stomach and turns him around with a slap to his ass.
“Smart man.” Yak pins me in place with a dark stare. “You wet enough, Soph? Cocktopuses dive deep.”
With a laugh, I lift my pelvis and play with my breasts. “I’m counting on it.”
“Edge of the bed, baby.” Monty coaxes me to slide closer.
“The beads…fuck.” He grunts, hands on my ankles.
Spreading my legs as wide as they go, he notches himself at my entrance and enters me glacially slowly.
Giving me time to acclimate, for the burn of being obscenely stretched to ease.
“God! This is…Sophia…tell me I can move.”