Anita was hesitant to go back to the club with Henri. The last time they had
been there she had met her ex, Richard and promised to do him and Henri at
the same time. A new sexual hunger had awakened in her and she seemed
powerless to control it. Henri was much more experienced and adventurous
than her, and he seemed eager to share her with Richard. In spite of this
hesitation, she was dressing for their night out. She chose a flowing purple
skirt and a low cut, tight fitting blouse. She opened the lower drawer of
her dresser, the one with the underwear that had been give to her by Henri.
She selected a white lace thong. She pulled it up and it fit snugly. The
pressure against her mound and the string up the crack of her ass gave her a
feeling. She paused to become aware of what that feeling was, it was lust.
When she closed her eyes Anita could feel her mouth and pussy both full, the
thick, hot flesh of two cocks pounding into her and it made her weak at the
knees. She wanted to say that she didn’t want it, but she knew she did.
Not only did she want it, she NEEDED it.
She put on her blouse without a bra and looked in the mirror. “Oh no, I
can’t” she thought. Her dark nipples stood out and showed plainly
through the white fabric. She went back to the dresser an selected a bra to
match the thong. By itself, the lace only muted the protrusion and color of
her excited nipples, but with the blouse it was enough to hide them.
They arrived at the club and she could hear the driving music outside.
Entering the door she found it even more intense. The wall of sound washed
over her, the treble notes lost in the base pounding with the rhythm of sex,
again the image of being on her knees impaled at both ends swept over her.
She felt her pussy dampening. “God, I hope I can keep my clothes on out
there on the dance floor.” At this point she had no doubt, she would keep
her promise and take both men to bed with her, she only hoped her hunger
would allow her to actually make it to a bed. At this point she felt as if
she might begin rutting on one of the tables. She’d never been so horny,
how had this happened to her?
Oh No, she saw Richard. Tall, tanned and muscular, with a few curls of
reddish blonde hair sticking out of his shirt. He was a perfect counterpoint
to Henri’s pale and pretty look. Anita thought of being the dividing line
between their yin and yang. Now what was merely damp was dripping. She saw
him at the bar ordering a drink, she didn’t think Henri had seen him yet.
Henri asked, “Would you Like a drink?” “Oh definitely” she answered,
and he left without asking what she wanted.
Her eyes followed him toward the bar and then past him to Richard who was
leaving the bar coming toward her, with two glasses in his hand. “Hello”
he said as he handed her one of the glasses. Anita took the glass without a
word and gulped it down. It was sweet, spicy and very strong. Her eyes
watered a bit and she gasped “What was that?”.““Spiced rum, and
hello to you too” he said with a chuckle. Just then Henri returned, she
took the glass he offered. This time she sniffed first, a spicy smell mixed
with the burn of straight booze. A slow sip yielded the same strong spicy
rum taste. “You two have been plotting behind my back” she said with a
“Would you like to dance?” Richard asked, changing the subject. “I was
taught to dance with the one I came with”. “I was asking BOTH of
you”” he replied with emphasis. “Oh” she said as he took her hand
and Henri followed her so close he was almost touching.
Once they were amid the crush of bodies on the floor they began to move to
the music. The crowd was close, but they were closer. Richard was in front
of her and Henri behind. After a few seconds her thighs opened enough for
Richard right leg to slip between, his arms went around her waist. She felt
Henri put his hands on her hips and mold his pelvis to her ass as he laid
his head on her shoulder. Anita could smell a new cologne on Henri, it was
just as spicy as the rum. Richard kissed the ear opposite Henri, and she
smelled the same cologne on him. The scent was intoxicating, just like the
two shots of rum that where beginning to affect her.
The pretense of dancing quickly gave way to a pantomime of sex standing up.
She felt Richard’s thigh grinding through her loose skirt and wet lace
thong. She also felt the hardness of Henri through his pants nestling in
between her cheeks, following her movements. She closed her eyes and gave
herself over to sensation. The pressure on her groin was just right. Moving
against her clitoris, making her lose track of where she was. She felt
Henri’’s hands move up from her hips to her breasts, cupping them gently
at first and then starting to squeeze with increasing pressure. Her nipples
poked out between his index an middle fingers. He gave a little pinch, and
the sharpness of the sensation made her hips jerk toward Richard.
“Thank God this is a rave club, where the music never stops” was the
last thought that formed in her mind. The pulsing of the music began to
throb in her clit, she ground herself into Richard and Henri followed
driving his hard dick further between the cheeks of her ass, pressing her
harder yet into Richard. Her eyes fluttered, she gave a loud groan that only
the three of them could hear over the music, and collapsed against Richard.
He held her up until her eyes opened and she made and effort to get her feet
to support her. Her face was very red, the combined effect of a blush and
sexual flush. Henri could feel the heat of that flush on her breasts through
Richard withdrew his leg from between hers, she was about to protest when
she felt him place his hand on the inside of her thigh just above the knee.
His hand began to move upward slowly. At this point Anita realized that as
his hand was moving up, a steady flow of wetness was moving down to meet it.
Anita didn’t want him to know how wet she was, because then he would know
that she couldn’t stop. He would know then that if Henri were to lift her
skirt and lower her panties, she would not only bend over to take him from
behind, but undo Richard’’s pants and open her mouth for him right there
on the dance floor. She had no will to stop his hand however, and she knew
in seconds he would have the knowledge that would give him complete control
of her. When Richard reached the slickness of her thigh, just above the hem
of her skirt he looked into her eyes. He told her with that look that he
knew, he knew that she was helpless. Richard leaned in and across her
shoulder, she heard him say to Henri, “It’s time to take our date
home”. Anita let a great breath rush out that she had not known she was
holding. She felt giddy, realizing that she really thought they would fuck
her in that crowd, and that in a way she wanted them to.
They caught a cab in front of the club. Anita was between her lovers in the
back seat. As they pulled away and the crush of sound from the music died
away, she began to become aware of her own rapid deep breathing. The men
each had a hand on the inside of the thigh closest to him, now they both
knew how very wet she was. Anita wanted to think of herself as a good girl,
but tonight the time for thinking had passed. Henri was kissing her with his
full moist lips. As they both reached the crotch of her thong, she moaned
into his mouth. Richard began kissing the side of her neck. She enjoyed the
contrast, the slight stubble of Richards beard rasping lightly on her neck,
his lips and tongue adding a shivery feeling. Henri’s mouth was on hers,
possessing her as surely as if he had already mounted her. And their the
hands, oh, Sweet Venus, their hands! Richard and Henri worked well together,
no fumbling, no fighting Richard slid his fingers under her panties first,
so Henri reached up to slide his hand under the low neckline of her blouse
and into her bra. He just slightly pinched her nipple. This brought another
moan, but half a second later Richard inserted a finger into her flowing
vagina and the moan changed midstream to a squeal. Anita’s eyes shifted
quickly to the cabbies rearview mirror. He was watching, but she couldn’t
stop, she could only thrust her hips at Richard’s finger.
Thankfully they reached her home before she came again, in full view of the
cabbie. He took his money and leered as he told then to “Have a good
night”. Anita was too flushed for him to notice how embarrassed she was
when Richard said “Oh, we WILL”. She hurried up the steps, and fumbled
with her keys at the lock. It reminded her of her early sexual experiences
when the young men had so much trouble with the simple task of opening a
condom. She realized that it was because she was in the same rush that her
first few young lovers had been in. Richard and Henri merely smiled and
waited. A first this made her angry, “They don’t care how much I need
them, they’re going to let me explode!” After the flash of temper she
understood, unlike the few seconds those young men had provided, these two
adult men knew that it was going to be a long night. “I”m going to get
FUCKED” Anita thought, “I’m going to get FUCKED till I’ve had
enough” With this in mind she focused, and with slow deliberate effort,
put the key in the lock.
The key entering the lock brought another mental image of herself being
entered and her knees nearly buckled. Henri caught her with one hand, and
turned the key in the lock with the other. They stepped into the house and
immediately Anita tried to take Henri by the hand and lead him to the
bedroom, but he didn’t move. “Anita, shouldn’t we offer our guest a
drink and a seat? We must show some hospitality!” he said with a nearly
cruel smile. “Show me some fucking hospitality or I’m going to
scream!” she shouted. “She’s right, Henri” Richard said, “She can
only stand so much” “Alright, dear, You have a seat and then Richard
will have his drink” Anita was stunned, had she not made herself clear?
But as she stood there dumbfounded Henri kneeled and removed her panties,
perhaps he did have a clue.
“Have a seat Anita” Henri gestured toward the sofa. Anita sat down, and
Henri kneeled in front of her and grasped her hips, sliding her forward
until she sat on the edge of the seat. At last she understood. Henri stood
up and with a grand gesture said to Richard “Drink your fill” Now
Richard knelt before her, relief crashed over Anita making her weak, the
weakness seemed to make her unable to keep legs together. Richard ducked his
head under her skirt and began to lick the wetness off her inner thighs.
Anita shivered. When he reached her pussy he laid his tongue on her cleft,
at this point Anita grabbed his head. “Eat me! Eat me you son of a
bitch!” she screamed. Anita began to hump Richard’s face as his tongue
started to move over her. She was lost, humping, grunting, growling. In only
a few minutes she held him still and made a sound that has no word to
describe it, but they all knew what it meant. Anita was coming, and coming
Time stood still for seconds, a minute, then Anita gasped and released
Richard’s head. Anita panted for a few moments. She was hot, sweating
heavily, she looked at Henri and said “Dear, get me a glass of water, and
then somebody is going to fuck my brains out.”
After taking the water all in one gulp, Anita looked at the men. She stood
up and began to undress. “Anita dear, can I do that for you?” Henri
said. “No, you can’t. You two have teased and played with me till I’m
nearly mad. Foreplay time is over. Get naked, I’m in control now!” The
men obeyed, they seemed to feel it might be dangerous not to.
“Now, Richard, let me taste you” Anita said as she sat him on the back
of the sofa and engulfed his cock while on her knees facing him. Richard
felt the hot wetness of her mouth come over him in a rush. True to her word
Anita was not into teasing or slow warm ups. She was sucking hard, bobbing
up and down and stroking with her hand. It seemed she was dying of thirst
for his sperm. Henri, also naked, got on his knees on the floor behind her.
He put both hands on her ass and started kiss the sweet cheeks before him.
Anita paused and took her mouth from Richard for only a second to say “I
warned you Henri, don’t play with me, stick you tongue in my pussy” Once
again, Henri obeyed. Anita moaned around Richard’s hard, thick dick. She
loved the tongue in her, needed it, but she needed dick more. Once again she
paused in her oral assault on Richard. “Henri , FUCK ME!, FUCK ME NOW!”
Henri stood up and behind her and inserted himself. Anita was wet and very
ready, so he lunged into her quickly. Anita grunted as his thighs slammed
against her butt. She enjoyed the animalistic feeling of taking him this
way. Henri gripped her hips. Anita didn’t leave Richard’s cock this
time, she merely whimpered around it, Henri knew what it meant. He began
hard, fast, driving thrusts. Each time he slammed into her she was nudged
ahead, taking Richard’s cock deeper in her mouth.
At last Anita was getting what she wanted. All the teasing and playing was
over. She was truly full of dick. Richard’s hard cock strained in her
mouth, Henri’s stretched her pussy as his balls slapped her clit with each
hard, driving thrust. Anita remembered how she had imagined this earlier and
she moaned, a long satisfied moan.
Richard placed his hands on her head and groaned. He was trying hard to hold
on and last as long as she needed him to, but it was so good, and she was so
relentless. Henri had lost all semblance of control, he had hold of her hips
and was hunching into her with his teeth gritted. Anita felt it drawing
near. Each slap of Henri’s balls on her clit brought it closer. She knew
that the other orgasms she had that night were babies compared to what was
coming. She began to quiver and strain. It was so close. She began to thrust
back against Henri. It was there, right there!
OOOOOOOOO!! MMMM! She made as much noise as she could with a hard cock in
her mouth. She felt she that might pass out. She felt her pussy grip
Henri’s dick just as he made his final thrust and held her by the hips
tight against him, gushing hotly into her. The heat of his sperm seemed
scalding inside her. Richard’s grip on her head tightened and he thrust
convulsively into her mouth. The taste of him flooded her mouth, her cheeks
bulged with the volume of his come. Anita gulped the slippery fluid as fast
as she could, moaning with pleasure.
Everyone held still for a few seconds while the last shocks of their
collective spasms passed. Henri withdrew, then Richard. Everyone panted for
a few seconds. The dripping of Henri’s semen down her legs tickled.
“OK” Anita gasped “take five, we’ll trade places and Richard can
fuck me next”. The men wondered if the two of them were enough.