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By Bonnie Williams
Twice the Fun
by Bonnie Louise Williams
Sometimes I think it would take two men to satisfy me.
I'm not a sex maniac or a fan of kinky sex—I've just always had trouble...
After three break-ups, I'd given up on men and sex. The trouble was, I really missed sex. The weight of a man's body on top of me, the smell of his skin, the warm breath against my neck—it was never enough. I'd nearly hit the high note—then he'd cum, and I'd fall right back down into an unsatisfied abyss.
My last guy got so fed up, he gave up trying to satisfy me.
Now, I've resolved to be content with my satisfying career and a new condo that I adore.
As I watched the movers make their way down the raft and up the drive, my eyes were drawn to the one large, shirtless, sexy back, and the other—corded muscles as they carry my new sofa, as red and smooth as Marchino cherries with fringed pillows and large curves arms big enough to hold two people. Just right for making love in the middle of the day if only I had someone to share it with.
"Good afternoon, gentleman." I offered them my most seductive tone.
"Ma'am," one said in a deep sexy voice that made my knees weak and my nipples hard. He had dark sexy eyes that sparkled with mischief and his partner had the most sensual mouth I'd ever seen.
"Please, just set it against the side wall by the French window in the living room."
"You got it," one winked. Mmm, yes. Very sexy eyes—dark chocolate- brown eyes. Warm and melty. I felt belly flutter and panties become wet with desire.
Both men wore faded, threadbare jeans. The kind that formed tightly around squeezabely perfect male buns.
My mouth began to water as I imagined sucking on one ripe cheek.
The other grunted as he set my sofa in place. The sound reminded me of a satisfied moan of a male orgasm—
Damn, I was horny.
It was a sad state of affairs if just the sound of a stranger's groan got me hot. The taller of the two put his hands on his slim hips while assessing the placement, while his pal wiped the perspiration from his chiseled face, lifting his T-shirt from his chest to his face revealing a stomach so tantalizing —I wanted to take a bite...I wanted him. He caught me staring. Those lips curled up in a smile that could seduce even the most chaise woman.
I had to act fast. "You guys must be brothers," I said.
"Cousins, actually," the tall one said as his eyes lazily raked down my body. It felt as though his hands were all over me instead of his gaze.
"Have a seat," I offered. "I'll get you hard-working boys something cold to drink." I leaned in as they sat down, offering them both a generous glimpse of unrestrained breasts from the top of my halter top. Sexy Eyes crook a brow at me and I reached out and drew my finger from his chin to the rivet of his jeans.
I left the room for the drinks. "It's so hot in here," I said as I made my way back to the sofa. I rolled a cold drink against my neck. "And I don't have a fan. Could one of you blow on the back of my neck?"
I sat between the two tempting cousins, touched the ridged muscles of their large bodies. The cousin with the sensual mouth tugged at the tendrils of hair that fell across my shoulders, and wrapped it around his large hand as he blew his warm breath across my nape. I sighed as if I'd been given a drink of refreshing water in the Sahara. Sexy Eyes wrapped his large hands around my waist, massaging my back in little circles with his thumbs, and I let my head fall back in bliss.
"Feel better?" one asked—his voice a husky whisper that sent tingling sensations down my body and between my legs.
"Oh, yes..."
I felt the tie of my halter top slide down my shoulders and arms, exposing my breasts to the warm air of the room.
I'd never in my life felt so wicked.
It was startling and delicious all wrapped into one.
Sexy Eyes continued sinuous circles at my back, his tempting cousin with the luscious lips bent his head and grasped one erect, hyper-sensitive nipple between his teeth and nibbled lightly. His lips were even hotter than the summer heat outside. I closed my eyes as I purred in response to the manly attention I so craved.
I soon felt my shoulders being pulled down as my head fell back against a hard muscular lap. Two heated palms massaged and circled my breasts, their tips. I began writhing my hips, feeling confined by too many layers. He must have felt my frustration. I felt more than heard the whoosh of the zipper of my shorts roll down.
With my panties still on and my top now at my waist, I felt an unfamiliar hesitation mixed with the heady feeling of sexual anticipation. "Please..." I whispered, arching my back, waiting for the final barrier of my panties to be removed. "Please," I pleaded again.
"Lift your hips, honey," Sexy Eyes said. His voice rippled up my legs and made my clit pulse.
I did as he asked as his cousin rubbed my belly then pinched my nipples. I lifted my head, silently asking for him to kiss me. I needed those full kissable lips on me. Finally, those beautiful were placed to mine. Soft, sweet kisses that became harder and deeper while he continued to pinch the peaks of my breasts into an almost pleasure/pain.
Sexy Eyes inched off the couch as he slid the slip of fabric from my hips and moved his big body between my knees, pushing them apart. He slid his roughened fingers up the inside of my thighs until he reached the short curls hiding my sex. My breathing rapidly became a pant as his thumbs lightly parted and closed and parted again the outer lips hiding the moist folds, teasing, taunting me into insanity. Soon, when I thought I might climax just from the erotic sensations pulsing from my breasts, magic fingers parted my vaginal lips wide.
"So pretty," he said just as his hot, pointed tongue encircled my already engorged clit. I nearly skyrocketed through the ceiling. I screamed from the intensity, from the heat and the dizzying pleasure.
"Oh, god. Yes...there...more..." I panted. "I need more."
"I don't know. Do you deserve more, sweetheart?" He smirked at his partner. "Should we give her more, cousin?"
"Oh, yeah," he said and I groaned in disappointment when his tongue left my clit while hands left my breasts. They stood and left me there naked and alone on my new sofa. Both kept their gazes locked to mine as they removed sweat-soaked t-shirts. Impressive male chests matched with impressive bulges pressing against there snug jeans. My mouth went dry at the delicious sight of pure male flesh.
Of their own volition, my hands reached out and grabbed at both ridged bulges, perfect outlines of perfect cocks beneath their jeans. I couldn't decide what I wanted more—to suck on them like fudge-sicles or have them deep inside me.
Good thing there were two cocks instead of one.
One threw is head and back and sucked in his breath as his hips pushed against my palm. The other offered me a one-sided smile as the tip of his erection peeked out from the top of his waistband.
"If you like what you see, darlin', there's more," he said.
I smiled and bit my lip, deciding. I crooked my finger for him to come hither. As he stepped forward, I flicked my tongue across the pink tip. Allowing the flicks to follow the zipper as I pulled it down as his erection sprang forward. Before I knew what was happening, the other had his jeans off and positioned himself between my legs.
I let go of his partner's member just to relish the feel of a man against me. I tried to coax him to enter me, but he pulled back. Teasing me. Then rubbed the tip against my clit back and forth until I was dripped wet with desire. I repositioned my head to maintain my attention to the delectable cock at my lips.
Soon I felt the heat and the pressure as his cock filling me. For the briefest moment I thought I could actually climax. He pumped into me slowly at first, allowing my body to accept his length, then soon became fast and wild. Hot and forbidden until I couldn't concentrate on both men. I couldn't think at all as he pressed his thumb to my clitoris massaging it as his cock his the pleasure spots inside me. I cried out as I felt my resolve falling over the edge. My hips bucked against his as the spasms of my unexpected orgasm contracted. Over and over it went on for what seemed like forever, but wasn't long enough.
I wanted to cry for the sheer joy of the sensation, the release, the pleasure of falling on the other side of satisfaction so long denied me.
As my heart settled and my breathing returned to normal, one held my head and lightly brushed the hair from my forehead, while the other pulled himself from my body and wrapped his arms around my waist as he placed his head on my chest. I felt sated and cherished.
"Was there anything more you'd like today, sweetheart?" one asked.
"Mmm, no, not today," I said blissfully. "But I plan on purchasing a dining table next week." ~
Love and Romance, etc.
By Bonnie Williams
Copyright 2005
Torrance, CA 90501
One sharp-witted heroine and her two identical mischievous sisters want to borrow hunky male virgin (a reformed geek) for one night as their personal sex slave. But our sexy heroine finds she is not interested in a four-some—she wants him all to herself.
