GettingEven (2 page)

Chapter Two

Alan’s tongue slid through my lips. Shock immobilized all
thought. He licked the insides of my mouth, sucked my lips and kissed me deeply
as if I were clay he wanted to sculpt into something beautiful. I swear my toes
curled, my nerves curled, my hair curled.

“Guys…?”

“Say yes.” Alan’s voice reverberated against my lips.
Ridge’s lone finger drifted well and deep inside me, just like him, taking down
everything in his sight, demanding it all and expecting nothing but everything.
He didn’t coax like Alan, he took, and now his knuckle served as an aphrodisiac
tantalizing my pussy. I wanted to fuck his finger right back. I wanted to
swallow the whole of Alan’s slow-exploring tongue.

“She’s so fucking hot, Al. Our little slut wants to ride my
finger with her sweet cunt.”

Yes, yes, yes.I didn’t realize how horny dirty talk
made me feel. I parted my legs, short labored breaths passed my lips and I was
begging them to fuck me. Where was my common sense?

I needed to wake up from this insane dream and stop them once
and for all. “Hmm, guys…I think we need to talk.”

“I think she needs a little more persuasion, Al.”

“Do we have the same thing in mind?”

“Definitely.” Alan brushed aside my platter of goodies, a
side plate and a stack of napkins, leaving one half of my table clean.

“Okay, I don’t know what’s happening here, but…oh.”

Ridge lifted me off my feet and plonked my butt on the
table. Alan leaned in and teased my mouth with his tongue, pushing me backward
until I balanced on my palms. Ridge maneuvered my aged track pants from under
me, sliding them down my thighs and taking my panties and flip-flops too. He
discarded them to the other side of the kitchen. I may have lifted my ass to
assist him, I couldn’t tell with Alan’s teeth tenderly nipping my lips or the resulting
unladylike howl I emitted from deep in my throat. This was not happening to me
in real life. That was not the smell of my aroused pussy. These were not my
friends.

“We’ll go all the way, baby, if it means getting a yes out
of you.” I looked at Alan with wide eyes, desperate to separate dream from real
life and losing badly.

“The only other way to make us stop is to say no. Do you
want to say no to us, Sara?” Ridge pulled up a chair and sat before me. He
cupped my knees and parted my legs, draping them over his wide shoulders.
“What’s it going to be? If it’s not going to be no, then it’s got to be yes…to
everything.” His head went pussy-bound. His tongue swerved around my swollen
and achy clit. Cells literarily melted off my brain. The word no, that simple
two-letter word failed me on all accounts. I babbled something incoherent.

“Is that no?” Alan smeared his thumb across my lips. I
opened my mouth and sucked his thick digit like a starved kitten. “No?”

I shook my head from side to side, still ravishing his thumb
as if it were a cock. Ridge coated my whole sex with the warmth from his tongue
before dipping into my folds with a master thrust that left me senseless. My
mouth fell open as I gasped for air. Alan’s wet thumb trailed down my throat,
across my breasts and down between my legs. I oozed juices like never before.
Ridge had his tongue inside my pussy, darting in, out, up and down as Alan’s
broad thumb massaged my clit.

I rocked my hips, rotating my pussy, grinding it into
Ridge’s face and against Alan’s thumb.

“You’re right, Al, she is all sunshine and sin. She’ll make
a perfect little plaything for us with this juicy cunt of hers.”

I liked it. I loved it. I wanted more dirty talk. I was
their little slut to do as they pleased. I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t
thinking at all. I was only feeling the incredible feeling of being touched. I
rose and reached for their cocks, either one of them. Alan pushed me back down
until my back hit the table. He bent over and suddenly I had two heads between
my legs. Alan and Ridge facing each other as each took a turn to lick me. And
boy was I able to accommodate both of them.

“You have a gorgeous pussy,” Alan said between licks.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I screamed in agreement, in compliance, in
approval. I screamed again as two tongues played tennis with my clit, just in
case they didn’t hear me the first time. An orgasm rushed down the length of my
body, from opposite ends, meeting in the center of my pussy and ignited into an
array of colorful fireworks with sound effects. I was sapped, depleted, reduced
to a quivering mess and I never felt anything better in my life. How had I gone
so long without?

“Yup, she’s perfect. They’ll love her.”

“I think we might have met our match.”

What were they saying? Wait. I shot up like lightning and
faced my friends, their faces glistening from my juices, their eyes twinkling
away. I had just said yes.

“Be ready at eight.”

“Don’t be late.”

“We’ll pick you up.”

“See you later.”

Clearly, I made a grave mistake. I wasn’t in any state to
make serious decisions, not with my sugar-clouded, rip-roaring tongue ’gasm.
But did I say yes? My pussy clenched at the thought of an encore and maybe even
ending with two standing ovations. Was I crazy to pass up on such an
opportunity? In my dreary state of life, absolutely, doubly not.

* * * * *

My heart thudded in my ears and my body trembled like a
lonesome leaf caught in a thunderstorm, hanging on to a branch for dear life.
Yeah, that was me. What the fuck did I sign myself up for that brought me here
to this stunning mansion in the mountains where a party had been planned and
Ridge, Alan and I were the party favors?

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can. You already are.” Ridge took my hand in his
large palm, soothing my trembling digits with soft caresses, adding strength to
my frayed nerves.

“Come on, pretty lady.” Alan’s sapphire gaze held comforting
reassurance. “Just look at yourself.” He turned me around to face an ornate
mirror hanging in one of the house’s hundreds of rooms, my designated dressing
room for the evening, the owner warmly informed me as we arrived not an hour
ago. “Look what you’ve been hiding. It’s always been there, Sara. You just
needed a little motivation and now it’s your time to shine.”

I had spent more than three hours in the company of a beauty
crew back home at my flat and now I had to admit I hardly recognized the person
staring back at me. My once boisterous and frizzy hair had been sleeked out
with nothing more than a brush and a blow dryer. Who knew? Contact lenses replaced
my spectacles, my lashes separated dexterously to reveal the rather deep hazel
of my eyes. The candy-floss pink gloss on my lips added a sultry pout to my
mouth. I looked pretty. Strike that. I looked utterly gorgeous.

I wondered why I hadn’t taken the time to preen myself like
this before. Perhaps then I might have earned and kept Danny’s full interest.
“Nah, screw him,” I muttered to myself as I turned this way and that, admiring
my ass in the tight blue gown I wore, held against my body with nothing but a
strip of ribbon around my waist. If he couldn’t love me the way I was, he sure
as hell wasn’t allowed to love me for what I could have become. And quite
frankly I looked good enough to eat.

Maybe I shied away from the real me because in the back of
my mind I knew with great beauty came great responsibility, and attention.
Maybe my quiet, reserved, round-plant-in-a-square-pot, hide-behind-the-foliage
persona couldn’t deal with a hotter version of me. And now, ha… Now I intended
to be the showcase of the night, and I intended to use my newfound beauty very
wisely indeed. Don’t women do strange things on the rebound? Only mine was a
very strange rebound to begin with so I had to go all the way out, right?

Ridge stepped in behind me and slipped a black satin-and-lace
mask over my eyes. The mask instilled instant carte blanche. An emboldened
sense of freedom rushed through my already excited body, completing the
transformation from inner geek to outer goddess. I could so do this. I could
pretend to be someone else for one night. I could be as naughty as I wanted, as
good as I wanted, as bad as I wanted. I’d answer to no one but myself tonight
and with my closest friends as my accomplices, behind a mask of protection, how
could I lose? Tomorrow I would go back to being me.

My legs quivered as we left the room and descended the
stairs, embarking on my sexual adventure that waited for me below. My gown
swished against my curves, the satin molded my ass, my waxed and oiled legs
gleamed under the spotlights showering the hall. The clink of my stilettos the
only sound echoing in my ears and the only sound louder than that, my
heartbeat.

Alan and Ridge, strong and gorgeous in nothing but tight
black boxer-briefs, walked me confidently into the heart of things. Our arrival
apparently demanded silent attention before a flood of appreciative murmurings
surrounded me. Gorgeous. Lovely. Sexy. Hot and dirty. Adjectives the likes I’d
never heard before whizzed past my ears. What, who me? Yes, me. I was the star
tonight.

Hunky, tall men came up to us and took my hand and kissed my
palm, and murmured what could only be erotic things in foreign languages
against my neck. Beautiful, worldly women cupped my face and kissed me full on
the lips. There was no room to be stunned, not with my horniness spilling over
into new territory. The hostess clapped her hands and silence ensued once more
as her guests took their places and we took ours on a raised platform in the
center of the room with a perfectly decorated bed in its center.

Soft, alluring music cued, my breath staggered, my body
shook. It was now or never. And I wanted it now even though my knees threatened
to cave and I wanted the floor of the stage on which we stood to swallow me
whole. As with every venture in my life, I wanted to back off, back away, no
matter how much I’d pep-talked myself into it. I wanted to retreat to safety
and oblivion, like I knew myself to do for so many years before. Two different
sets of hands slid to the small of my back.

“It’s your night, babe.” Ridge’s soft voice tickled my ear.
“Show them what you’ve got.”

“We love you, babe,” Alan reassured me. Their words lifted
my lips in a nervous smile. The flimsy ribbon at my waist became undone. Smooth
palms slipped inside the body-hugging satin gown I wore. With tantalizing
slowness, they dragged it off my body until I stood in a turquoise lace bra,
matched with a pair of scanty panties. A cool breeze fluttered over my
nakedness. I shivered then sighed as Alan drifted in behind me, nuzzling my
neck as he offered me his body heat. Ridge dropped to his knees before me. His
hands spread over my abdomen, caressing me. His palms heated my cool, quivering
flesh. The thought that I was going to have sex with my best friends released
the valve on my inhibitions. The idea overwhelmed me and turned me on more than
I could imagine and my imagination is a thing of amazement.

I gasped as Alan unclasped my bra. My breasts sprang free. A
leap of desire speared my nipples, making them taut. Alan cupped each breast,
his tongue circled the shell of my ear. I moaned at his light caress. Their
slow, tentative touches drugged me into a seductive stupor. I felt myself
getting wetter.

As Ridge dragged my panties down my legs, Alan lowered his
hand, cupped my mound, shielding it from our audience. His index finger slid
over my pussy. I dripped with desire down to my thighs. Ridge removed my soaked
panties. He glanced up at me, winked, smiled then kissed his way up my leg,
nearing the flame between my thighs where Alan stroked with light touches but
kept alive raging need.

Ridge’s hands glided up and down my legs, massaging my
calves before he grasped the back of one of my knees, raising my leg. Oh fuck.
Alan’s fingers slipped into my moist opening—hard, fast—the instant my thighs
parted. I lost balance, my mind melted, fire singed my skin and my body just
rocked against him, urging him deeper, quicker. I cried in frustration when his
fingers escaped me then gasped with pleasure as he used both hands to unfold my
pussy lips for Ridge’s mouth. Was this really happening to me? I felt like an
exotic creature of the night, enamored by two virile men who wanted to plant
their cocks inside me and experience me. How could I feel so exquisitely
feminine and at the same time so hungry for their dirty fucking?

Chapter Three

I never knew what to expect. Alan and Ridge kept the
choreography from me but my inflamed body went along with everything they had
planned. Ridge’s tongue coasted over my clit and dipped into my pussy. I
clutched his shoulder, tightening my leg draped over it, moaning as my fingers
dug into his skin. A climax started in the pit of my stomach and raced through
my body quicker than I expected. Control spiraled away from me, ragged breaths
escaped my parted lips. At Alan’s prompt I turned my head to the side. He
captured my mouth in a luscious kiss, circling my nipples with his free hands,
pinching their erect peaks as Ridge buried his face in my pussy, mercilessly
sucking me.

Tears burst from my eyes as I freed my manic orgasm. My body
shook as my world lifted off the ground. Spasms still filtered from the pores
of my skin. I felt liberated and empowered and I wanted more, I wanted to get
even. Alan lowered my leg to the floor. Ridge rose from his knees, cupped my
face, opened his mouth on mine and gave me a taste of myself. Did I always
taste like that? Hot, sweet and silky? Ridge’s hardened cock meshed against the
slippery center of my thighs as I sucked more of my taste out of his mouth.
Alan’s cock ground between the globes of my ass. I felt overloaded on lust. I
didn’t care what they did to me now. I didn’t care who saw.

They led me to the bed. I sat on the edge. With breathless
anticipation, I waited for them to strip, my mouth already watering. My gaze
bounced between the two hunks, following their rotating hips, licking my lips
as their pelvises gyrated. Huge cocks fought against the confines of their
underwear. I was giddy with the sight before me. Oh god, those were their cocks
and I was going to blow them, both of them. By the time their boxer-briefs lay
at their feet, I sat, so incredibly aroused, in a fresh puddle of pussy juice.

I glanced at their faces. Trusting, encouraging eyes
comforted me. They spoke volumes without words and I wanted to please them. The
ache in my pussy confirmed exactly how well I might perform for them. They
parted my legs, standing astride each of my thighs. God, they were gorgeous—all
tanned, ripped, with full, rigid cocks, both pointing eagerly at me.

My hands curled around each hot rod. I slid my palms over
their length, fingering their balls. My index fingers tested the heated
moisture at their tips. With a bold surge, I ran both my damp fingers down my
tongue, their groans pure delight to my ears.

Alan, on my right, cupped the back of my head. I leaned
forward and captured him in my mouth. My taste buds registered an unusual
flavor as my lips enclosed over his dick. My tongue twirled around it. Alan
tasted like vanilla-flavored ice cream. I raised my lashes to meet his gaze, a
question in my eyes. He smiled at me, winked, then forced me to the take the
entire length of him in my mouth.

Ridge tilted my head toward him. Alan’s wet cock slipped
from between my lips. Ridge stuck his erection into my mouth. Caramel sauce.
The best accompaniment to vanilla ice cream saturated my buds, my favorite
dessert. I looked up at him, removed him from my mouth for a second and mouthed
a silent “thank you”. Ridge grinned as he pumped his flavored cock back into my
mouth. Alan leaned closer. I opened my mouth wide enough to take both their
cocks between my lips and experienced the most mixed emotion of my life. Part
of me wanted to cry at their thoughtfulness, the other wanted them to fuck me
well into the next year.

With perfect coordination, they lowered me onto my back.
Alan knelt beside my head and continued to feed me his cock. Ridge sheathed his
erection in a condom. He spread my legs wide, licked my soaked pussy before
entering me, slow and gentle at first, so unlike him. I jerked as he stretched
me. Alan’s cock slipped from my mouth as I gasped and thrashed around the bed,
fascinated by the fact that I had a cock in my pussy. A real, live cock. A
beautiful one, a thick and hard one that belonged to a beautiful man, one of my
best friends. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling. But Alan refused to be
neglected. He tapped my lips with the head of his dick. I opened for him,
engulfing him now with the same flagrancy I received Ridge’s cock.

Ridge changed his momentum and fucked me hard, drawing
shameless moans, groans and whimpers from me, which I tried to stifle but
failed. Alan’s cock fell from my mouth. I screamed out in pleasure as Ridge
made me climax. At once, I became aware again of the audience before us. Their
reaction to my orgasm caused a stir in the ambience around me, charging me with
even more sexual abandonment. I wanted to please this appreciative audience. I
wanted to give them everything I was worth only because they thought I was
worth something—worth a lot actually.

Ridge slipped out of me as Alan slid beneath me. I straddled
his thighs until his cock touched the entrance of my pussy. I lowered myself
over his now-condom-covered arousal with the poise of a temptress. Slow.
Sensuous. My sex lips spread wide to take him in deep. My hips swayed, my
breasts tossed about. I fucked him—my mind swimming with images of what Ridge
busied himself with behind me.

Alan raised himself, captured the pebbled peak of my breast
in his mouth and dragged me down with him as his head rested on the pillow
again. His hands brushed down the center of my spine, lower where he separated
the spheres of my ass. With master synchronization, the coolness of a
lubricating gel tickled my anus. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Ridge’s fingers rotated around my tight rim before he took
another dollop to the center of my opening. I quivered, quaked, contracting all
my muscles as the long-forgotten feeling of intrusion in my ass persisted. Of
the three times I had anal sex, with the same person I might add, many many
moons ago, none were worthy of remembering now, not with Alan and Ridge at the
helm of my starved orifices.

Alan willed me to relax the maniacal hunger brewing within
me. Ridge bit and sucked a piece of my ass, his fingers never ceasing their
journey deeper into me. I loved every inch of his wicked invasion. When he had
labored up to the knuckles of three fingers, Alan slammed me down onto his
cock, flat against his balls. Ridge drove home as deep as he could in my ass. I
hissed, my breathing chaotic, my ambition to take his whole fucking arm if he’d
give it to me. Ridge extracted his fingers then squirted generous amounts of
lubricant to my ass again. I was ready for him already—did he know that?

Alan continued to fuck me until my breasts ached from
bobbing up and down. Ridge finger-fucked my ass again until I couldn’t think
straight anymore. Another climax sluiced through me. I felt like a woman high
on wild and loving it. Ridge pulled his fingers from my ass. Alan slipped out
of my pussy and flipped me over. He dragged his body down over mine, his mouth
nearing my pussy. I trembled as he tongued my sensitive clit. Ridge slipped his
naked cock into my mouth the instant I let out a gasp. I sucked him with long
strokes and squirmed under Alan’s teasing tongue sliding over the whole of my
pussy.

My legs fell farther apart. I would have climaxed again,
except Alan removed his tongue and Ridge shifted me up to the edge of the bed,
his cock separated from my mouth as he stood beside the bed. He leaned over me
and reinserted his cock into my tilted mouth, my head hanging over the bed’s
end. Alan passed my legs over to him and he kept them spread wide and raised
high. A rush of excitement vacillated back and forth through me. Any
embarrassment my overt position rendered diminished to nothingness. I passed
the point of awkwardness a long time ago already and all I wanted was to give
and take my fill.

Ridge pushed his cock to the back of my mouth, rough and
deep. A sliver of pre-cum coated my throat. Alan ran a finger down my exposed
anus. A smooth and cool touch I welcomed with dazed acceptance. Until his cock
replaced his finger. He tore through my languidness with one swift thrust deep
into my well-lubricated ass. Ridge pulled his cock from my mouth, allowing my
lascivious scream to vault across the room and settle into the groins of our
enthusiastic spectators. My breath whooshed from my lips.

Alan fucked my ass as I soared to a higher level of complete
sensuality, but he did so reverently, molding me to his cock, gently grasping
my hips to keep me still. I arched my neck and opened my mouth for Ridge’s cock
waiting patiently by. He pumped inside my mouth, still holding my legs up. By
its own volition, my hand roamed between my thighs, the pads of my fingers
glided over my silky, wet pussy. I rubbed my clit, my movements keeping rhythm
with the fast way Alan rocked inside my ass and Ridge’s cock thrust into my
mouth.

I was the first to fall. An untamed release escaped my body,
my muscles clenched around the fingers I inserted into my pussy. I convulsed as
my orgasm raked through me. Ridge’s cock size increased between my lips, his
balls hardened just as Alan’s did against my ass. Another spasm shot through me
at the thought of my mouth and ass filling up with cum.

They had other plans.