“Aren't you jealous?” Matt asked her. “Don't you want one too? Don't you want to know what it's like?”
Amy looked up at him, puzzled, but couldn't answer with Andrew's cock in her mouth. Andrew laughed and pulled back. “What he means is, don't you wish you had a penis, too?”
It was Amy's turn to laugh. She looked down between her legs. “I don't think I'm going to magically grow one any time soon!” she giggled.
“You don't have toâ¦come with me⦔ Matt pulled her off the couch and led her to the bedroom. He went to the nightstand and rummaged in the drawer. “Here it is!” he said triumphantly, presenting her with a flesh-colored dildo. “Here, this goes with it.” He handed her some straps.
Amy was shocked. She'd heard of strap-ons, but had never in a million years imagined herself wearing one. Then again, she had never imagined giving head to two men at the same time. Wellâ¦she had actually fantasized about that before, but had never expected it to happen!
Andrew helped her figure out the harness, one strap going between her legs and another buckling around her waist. Amy glanced down in awe to see her very own cock springing erect from her crotch. It was a very nice cock, she thought, not ridiculously large like some dildos she had seen, but a good size with a slight curve to it and a well-defined ridge at the head. Andrew got down on his knees in front of her, looking up with a grin before going down on her. She gasped as he took her in, noting the slick shine of his saliva coating her shaft. She knew it was impossible to feel the blow job, but she could swear the sensations were traveling straight down the silicone cock to her clit. She grabbed Andrew's hair, pulling him onto her, shoving it down his throat like Matt had. He moaned and attacked her cock with vigor. She felt empowered; she'd often been aggressive in the bedroom, but nothing had prepared her for the raw sense of control she felt as she watched Andrew blow her.
Amy looked up to see Matt grabbing a condom from the bowl on the nightstand. He unrolled it onto his erect member and knelt behind Andrew, grabbing him by the hips. Andrew
moaned again as Matt dribbled some lube onto his ass and then slowly inserted first one, then two fingers. “Are you ready?” Matt whispered as he withdrew his fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock against Andrew's pucker. Andrew sucked even harder on Amy's cock as he nodded his head, and she watched in amazement as Matt's long cock slowly disappeared into Andrew's ass.
Matt fucked Andrew slowly, almost gently, letting Andrew widen to accommodate him, as Amy fucked Andrew's mouth. Matt's eyes met Amy's, and he asked her if she wanted a turn. He slowly withdrew from Andrew and motioned her over. He handed her a condom and the lube.
“Holy hell,” she said, “I never thought I would be putting a condom on my own cock!”
“Okay now, gently at first,” Matt told her. “But once he gets used to you, you can ride him harder.”
“Ride him harder?” Amy squeaked. “I've never fucked anybody before! I'm not sure I know how! And..â¦I don't want to hurt him⦔
“It's okay,” Andrew said with a grin, “I'm a big boy.”
Amy looked down at Andrew's ass, then at her cock, which suddenly looked a lot bigger than it had before. “Are you sure?” she asked, but she was already putting the condom on her dick. She giggled suddenly. She actually had a dick!
Andrew only smiled in answer and waggled his butt playfully. Amy caught hold of his hips as Matt had done and moved the tip of her cock into place. She leaned into him and pushed forward slowly before nervously backing off. “It's okay,” he said encouragingly. She placed the tip of her member against him once more, and this time he moved backward onto it, groaning softly. “That's it,” he said, “now fuck me, bitch!”
Amy laughed and proceeded to do just that, thrusting her
hips forward until her cock was in him to the hilt. She looked up to see Matt thrusting into Andrew from the other end and had a moment of concern before she realized he had discarded his soiled condom. She felt Andrew reacting to Matt's thrusts, making the dildo grind against her clit, and she gasped and thrust forward again. She saw Andrew's head being forced forward onto Matt's cock with every thrust she made. She fucked him faster and harder, the pressure on her clit and pussy becoming more intense until she was crying out with each thrust. She didn't even notice that Matt was now leaning back on his haunches to watch, cock once more in hand, or that Andrew was crying out in time with her. She grabbed Andrew's hips and pulled him back as she simultaneously slammed her thighs forward against him, over and over, until suddenly she came, in great heaving spurts. She was not at all surprised to feel her own hot jizz dripping down the inside of her thighs.
“Are you okay?” she asked shakily as she removed her cock from Andrew's ass. “Did I hurt you?”
“I'm fine,” Andrew replied, just as shakily. “Damn girl, I think you're a natural!”
Amy would have blushed, but just then she felt Matt behind her, his hand on her shoulder bending her forward. “We take turns,” he said. “But lady's choice, ass or cunt?”
“Pussy,” she managed to gasp as Matt removed the harness fastened around her waist. Suddenly Matt was plunging into her sopping and still quivering sex. It was Andrew's turn in front, and she latched onto him with her lips, the force of Matt's fucking driving her down onto Andrew's cock. She had always wanted to be taken from both ends like this, like she and Matt had taken Andrew.
Matt reached around to finger her sensitive clit, and her second orgasm came quickly, almost a continuation of her first.
But Matt didn't stop, mercilessly rubbing her swollen bud as he continued to fuck her, setting her nerves on fire as her entire body shuddered. Her orgasm reached almost painful heights as she fought not to bite down on Andrew's cock filling her mouth. She could hear herself whimpering frantically as her thighs involuntarily tried to squeeze shut, but just as she thought she couldn't take any more, Matt started taking her back down again, slowing to a gentle stop.
Amy disengaged from both men and rolled over onto her side. “Oh, my god,” she moaned. “What the fuck did you do to me? I've never come that hard in my life!”
Matt and Andrew looked at each other silently, and then Andrew spoke up. “We're not done with you yet,” he said softly, “if you think you can handle some more⦔
Amy looked up at them, amazed at their energy. “Some more what?” she said. “After the orgasm you guys just gave me, I'll do anything you ask me to.”
“Well,” Andrew said slowly, almost hesitantly. “We want to fuck you together, one from the front, and one from the back⦔
“Didn't you just do that?” she asked.
“Not like thatâ¦I would be on the bottom, and you would be on top of meâ¦and Matt would be behind you⦔
“Just show me,” Amy said. “That would probably be easier!”
Andrew smiled and lay on the bed on his back. “Come here, Amy,” he said, and she climbed up beside him. His cock was only semihard now; after all, they had been fucking for quite a while. She decided to remedy that by going down on him for a bit, enjoying the feel of him hardening in her mouth. When he was ready, she looked up expectantly. “Climb on top,” he directed, and she obeyed, positioning herself over his cock and
shuddering as she eased herself down onto him. Her entire pussy was swollen and raw and dripping wet.
Matt climbed up on the bed beside Amy, and she was once again presented with his cock. This time she could taste her own cream on it. She slowly ground down on Andrew while sucking and licking her white come off of Matt's quivering member. “Kiss me,” Andrew whispered, and she leaned down, the scent of her sex on both their faces. She felt Matt move behind her and heard the familiar rustling of a condom wrapper. “What⦔ she stammered, but Andrew pulled her back into another kiss.
“Don't worry,” Matt said gently. “Relaxâ¦just relax, I won't hurt you, I promise.”
Amy tried to relax. She wasn't usually too keen on anal sex, but after all the fucking they had done, she felt loose and open. She wondered vaguely if they had made her come so hard on purpose, to soften her up. She gasped as she felt Matt's lubed finger enter her hole, slowly moving in and out, then she groaned as he pushed another finger in. Below her, Andrew jerked as he felt Matt's fingers too.
“I'm ready,” she whispered, trying not to tense her muscles in anticipation.
She felt the head of Matt's erection against her ass now, pushing gently, and she could feel Andrew throb inside her as Matt's cock slowly stretched her and entered her. All three of them groaned loudly as Matt slid home. He paused, letting her body adjust to him, and she was again glad he wasn't as wide as Andrew. Matt began to move in and out of her, causing both her and Andrew to moan and squirm. She couldn't believe she actually had both of those beautiful cocks in her at once. She felt stretched wider than she had ever been. Slowly their bodies ground together, the cocks filling her until Amy thought she couldn't contain it all. She started to panic for a moment, but
Andrew stroked her face. “It's okay,” he said, “It gets easier.” And he was right. The more she relaxed, the more she was enjoying this, the two cocks putting pressure on her G-spot from opposite directions. She felt Matt's body over her, his arms on either side of her shoulders supporting his weight. He's making love to Andrew, she thought, through meâ¦.
She could feel an orgasm growing inside her for the third time that night. She thought about the cocks inside her, how Matt and Andrew must be feeling their cocks rubbing against each other, how they both must feel every twitch of her pussy, even as she felt their every movement.
Andrew gripped Amy's hips and started thrusting up into her, and Matt's groan was her only warning before he started pounding fiercely down into her. She came like that, screaming, two cocks almost violently claiming her, claiming each other, and she realized that they were coming too, all three at once, in a frantic, urgent crescendo. Their orgasm seemed to last forever, until they collapsed into a shuddering, wet heap.
Amy woke several hours later, Matt and Andrew sprawled on the bed beside her. Matt was snoring softly. She quietly got dressed and, finding the address on a piece of mail on the kitchen counter, called a cab. She let herself out of the apartment and smiled to herself, remembering how she had fucked them; how she had taken Andrew and taken Matt; greedy lover that she was, she had taken it all. Spoiled brat, indeed.
AN AUDIENCE OF ONE
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aley Bennett parked in a metered spot, but it was well after metering hours. She got out of her Subaru with her heart pounding, her legs feeling very weak and shaky. It wasn't just the six-inch heels she wore; she was scared. What woman wouldn't be, walking alone in a very bad neighborhood after midnight? Especially a woman in Haley's circumstances.
She was twenty-eightâa tall, pale woman with wheat-blonde hair. She had a pretty face but nothing special by Hollywood standards, which was why in twelve of her two-dozen second-rate films she'd been the best friend who made snarky comments in Act I, and in Act II was the emotional sounding board for the better-looking heroine, giving her a stern talking-to by delivering homespun wisdom the audience already knew. The closing moments always saw her looking pleased with herself at the wedding, or announcing her own engagement to the hero's geeky friend. The rest of the time, she modeled clothes in local catalogs, being flown to places like Kansas City where VIPs got
Pabst and Doritos instead of champagne and caviar. Which was more her taste, anyway.
But this time it was Haley Bennett's own movie, and she was the star. She was a hell of an actress, but there wouldn't be much acting for her to do this timeâshe was self-directing and all she knew to do was
Scared
.
Act very scared
. You might call it “method.”
She looked around her, making sure there was no one within line-of-sight. A few scattered lumps in the corners represented men beneath filthy blankets, taking far less interest in Haley than their dreams. Of waking people, the street was deserted.
This neighborhood had been a densely populated urban slum, the worst in the city, until redevelopment brought cops and men with clipboards to kick out the residents packing the decaying cinder-block buildings. Temporary fences cropped up everywhere, and bulldozers came in. Many of them were still there, parked haphazardly in the open expanses of rubble that had once been homes. The dozers had been left there when the funding dried up months agoâ
many
months ago, in some cases. They could have been moved back to the yard, but why bother? There was nowhere to go. Nothing new was being built, so nothing old was being demolished. Even carting away the debris was out of the question for outfits gone bankrupt. What that left was a mostly empty stretch of urban blight where looming buildings alternated with empty lots of rubble.
The alley Haley had selected, which her Subaru was now parked almost exactly one block from, was between two of those existing buildings. They had been emptied of residents, padlocked and cyclone-fenced, then left. The long, dark alley stretched down between two of those buildings, its front region lit by the street's hissing yellow sodium lamps in slanted rays that illuminated puddles of stagnant water and a strewn array
of garbage. The alley dead-ended somewhere well past the point where darkness claimed it. Whether there was a vast cinder-block wall there with gang-tag graffiti, like there was at the end of most of these alleys, Haley didn't know. That part was Kendrick's problem. All Haley knew was she was going down there.