Her First Time

These two men could not be more different, Crystal thought to herself as Marcus teased and taunted her mouth with small, almost chaste kisses. She felt her body melting into his hands and opened her mouth willingly when he did. Their tongues intertwined, seeking out the hidden places in each other's mouths that would cause the other to shiver with anticipation.

She had almost forgotten about Roland (yet how could she forget totally about the sexual animal at her back?) when she felt his hands dig into her upper arms. Gasping into Marcus's mouth, she was brought back slightly into the reality of the situation. There were two men here, and one was becoming completely jealous if left out of the equation for too long.

Crystal was ripped away from Marcus's kiss. "Are you ready to do what you're told now?" the man at her back whispered into her neck. There was nothing left to do but nod. "Good. Take of Marcus's clothes. And do a good job of it, if you know what I mean."

Marcus caught her as she was pushed forward. Crystal got the distinct impression that she was wrong when she thought that Roland was going to go soft on her. She looked into the face of the man whose arms had been around her in one form or another for most of the evening. He looked back with anticipation. It was now or never.

Aware of the man behind her judging her every move, Crystal made a silent promise to herself to be as sensual as she could with Marcus. Let Roland be jealous. Let him be eager for his own turn. And let him regret not going first.

The first thing she did was trace the muscles of Marcus's arms. They weren't as well defined as Roland's, but they were close. Marcus was taller, more lithe. He had the body of a swimmer, slim with broad shoulders and well defined legs. Soon, once she was done admiring his top half, she would expose those legs and everything in between. But for now she was admiring his chest. He was a little too flat, not as pumped as she normally liked her men, but as she was running her hands across his pecs, Marcus made them dance up and down individually. Control. Crystal wondered what else he had that good of control over?

Staring into his deep blue eyes, Crystal sank slowly to her knees. She drew her hands down his tight abs (not quite a six-pack, but rock hard none the less), never letting her gaze wander from his. She saw his body shudder at the place where her head stopped, mere inches from the fly of his jeans. She was the perfect height to blow him while he stood up, and she was sure he was aware of that fact. But just to clarify her point, she nuzzled her cheek against his hard penis. The material of his jeans made it slightly uncomfortable for her, but she was sure he was enjoying it. And that was the whole point, was it not?

"Off," barked Roland from the couch. Neither Marcus nor Crystal had been aware that he had moved. With a quick glance to her right, Crystal saw that from his seat, he could see every move that she made. And just as she had expected, he was becoming impatient with her pace. Go figure. First he says to do a good job, then he tells her she's not going fast enough. Men.

Just to spite the control freak on the couch, Crystal took her time in unfastening Marcus's jeans. With her teeth. It was something that she had only done once or twice before, so she wasn't very fast at it, but it was something that was very effective when trying to really arouse a man. She looked up and saw a look of total lust when she began sliding the zipper down with her teeth. Then, again ever so slowly, peeled away the jeans from his hips. It was then that she noticed that Marcus was going commando - no boxers or briefs for this boy.

Once free from the restricting fabric, Marcus's penis rose to action. Crystal wasn't sure what Roland had in mind for her, so decided that she better not do more that what he had specifically told her to do. So she tried valiantly not to touch the tempting piece of meat in front of her and instead continued sliding her hands down those strong, chiseled legs in order to finish taking off the jeans. Once Marcus was totally free of them, she sat back on her heels and looked (somewhat) innocently over to Roland.

"What a tease she is, Marcus. Just leaving you like that. Tisk, tisk, Crystal. I thought you were better than that." Gracefully, Roland stood up and stalked over to the pair. "Sit, Marcus. Let's see how good she is at returning the favor."

Marcus obediently sat back down on the couch, lounging almost how Roland had. There was a twinkle in his eyes, like he knew what was coming next and couldn't wait. It was the look you saw on children's faces on Christmas morning. For some reason, Crystal thought that she was the present he was dying for. It was just a hunch.

Roland pulled her forward so that she was kneeling between Marcus's legs. Then he roughly shoved her face towards the penis in front of her. "Now I know you know what to do with that, my lady. Suck it. Suck it like you mean it. Show Marcus what a truly good blow job is."

She did not have to be told twice. Crystal had been trying to imagine what Marcus's member would feel like going in and out of her mouth ever since she became aware of it rubbing against her back. It was wide, filling her mouth so that she had to be extra careful not to graze him with her teeth. The satiny smooth skin felt divine as it slid across her tongue and lips. She couldn't keep her hands to herself, and soon was using one to caress his balls and the other the base of the shaft. The second hand she soon moved out of the way as she began taking more and more of him down her throat.

Behind her, she heard the sound of Roland's zipper being undone. She guessed that he didn't want to wait for her to undress him any longer. With one less thing to worry about doing later, she turned more of her attention to the matter at hand. Or in her hands, as the case may be. With deepest concentration and just the right angle, she was sure that she could deep throat Marcus. And she wasn't going to stop until she did.

Crystal got to her feet and bend down at the waist, giving herself a better height to strike from. She gave Marcus a wink before turning back to his penis and opening wide. She turned her head to the side and dropped her shoulders and neck, taking him all the way in until her lips touched his pelvis. She held herself there for a moment before coming back up part way. Just once more, she thought to herself. Once more and then she'd start the really good stuff.

As soon as she once again touched the very bottom of his penis, she got another surprise. Roland grabbed her waist and thrust his full length deep into her still-wet pussy. For a moment, she was stuffed full of cock at both ends. With no warning at all, her body exploded with an intense orgasm. She pulled away from Marcus sharply so that she wouldn't inadvertently bite down from the shock. Crying out, Crystal's free hand groped for something to hold on to. She found Marcus's hand, and squeezed as hard as she could while the orgasm had it's way with her (not unlike Roland).

When she was sure that she wouldn't do any damage to Marcus, she plunged down on him once more. She used the pace that Roland set behind her to move up and down on Marcus's shaft. It was fast, deep, and at times slightly irregular. After a few seconds, Roland slowed down and started using more finesse than brute strength. So Crystal did the same. When she moved her head up, she twisted slightly to the left. Before she went back down, she circled the head with her tongue. Then she slid down with another twist, and brought her head back up with a slow, sucking stroke.

It was amazing, being caught between two men. Even more so when Marcus decided to take control and grabbed the back of her head. One man was fucking her from behind, and now another was fucking her mouth. She was being used by two men for their pleasure, and she could feel another orgasm growing inside of her. She placed her hands on the couch on either side of Marcus's legs and tried to brace herself as the torrent of spasms wracked through her. Marcus understood and took his hands away from her head. She fought to keep her mouth open and throat wide; she fought to keep her legs from buckling underneath her.

Roland slowed his onslaught and grabbed her waist more firmly in his hands. He felt her legs begin to give way as her pussy quivered around him. Shutting his eyes, he concentrated on not letting his own release come so quickly. Crystal's body was so inviting, he struggled not to come right then and there. He wanted her to blow him first.

"Slow down, baby," Marcus whispered haltingly as he place a hand on Crystal's back. "Don't make me come to quickly. I still want to fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours." He looked up at Roland, watching his face as he tried to contain himself. He definitely wanted to have his turn with her.

Roland caught Marcus's eye and nodded. Yes, they would trade. Both of them wanted to be able to experience what this beauty had to offer, and it would be selfish (or overly so at least) for him not to let Marcus take a turn at this quivering piece of warmth. As much as he hated to stop, he knew that a wonderful blow job was also in his future. If Crystal could take Marcus to the brink that quickly, she must be good.

As for Crystal, she was enjoying the sensation of having one rock hard cock sliding rhythmically inside of her pussy, and one in her mouth. It was so sensuous, being in control of one and not the other. It was also the first time that evening that she was in charge of her actions on some level. She almost hated giving that control up. But she knew that if Roland was going to be switching positions with Marcus, or putting her in a similar one at least, that she was not going to be able to set much of her own pace. Tonight, it seemed, Roland was in charge. And that turned her on to no end. She was just biding her time until Roland said the word. Until then, she would relish the feel of him behind her, and torment Marcus with a slow, tantalizing oral treat.

"If we don't switch soon, I'm not going to last," Marcus confessed between ragged breaths. "You feel too good, hon. God, you gotta stop." Crystal looked up to see his head thrown back onto the couch, his hands grasping the front of the cushions until his knuckles were white. He wasn't exaggerating.

Roland lifted Crystal's top half up so that she was standing in front of him, not touching any part of Marcus. He held her waist with one strong arm so that she was still pushed against him and he was still inside of her. The other arm was around her shoulders and chest. She felt like she was in a heated vice, one with a heartbeat at her back and an incredible appendage inside of her.

"Didn't you hear the man? He told you to stop," Roland growled in her ear. "Do we need to teach you another lesson in obedience?" Roland made her step to the right of Marcus and closer to the couch. His upper arm released her and he pushed her torso forward roughly. Her arms barely made it up in time to stop some of the momentum of her body falling into the couch. Both of his hands grasped her hips, and he began a deep assault into her moist pussy. "When we tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?"

Crystal's breath was coming out in moans of pleasure. She tried to form a response, any response, but couldn't. Her body was mere strokes away from yet another intense orgasm. Feeling Roland so deep, so intimately, was absolutely amazing. She began pushing her hips backwards to meet his strokes, forcing him deeper into herself. Her legs were trembling, her lungs felt like she couldn't take in enough oxygen. She buried her head into the couch and cried out in pleasure.

Right before she hit her climax, Roland pulled out. A different type of cry escaped Crystal's lips as she felt her body try and adjust to being so empty and unfulfilled. Roland's hands left her body and she sunk to her knees in front of the couch, too weak to support herself. Her body was shaking with the suspense and letdown.

But just as quickly as Roland had left her, she was filled with something else. Something less, something different, but something that her body could respond to none the less. Fingers, she couldn't tell how many, began pushing in and out of her awaiting sex. A few seconds later, she felt a tongue make contact with her clit. Judging by the memories of her earlier bout with Roland, Crystal assumed that it was now Marcus's head between her legs.

Marcus's tongue danced circles around her button, swiping it at different angles and sending shivers across her stomach. With the new assault on her already-sensitive clit, Crystal knew that it would take mere moments for her to come. Marcus's other hand began tracing her hip bone, obviously remembering how sensitive she was there before. Her hips danced away from his touch, making him strain his neck upwards to keep his contact with her clit.

The orgasm didn't so much come as it did explode. She felt the walls of her pussy contract violently around Marcus's fingers, and her whole sex began tingling with spikes of intense pleasure. She screamed and dug her nails into the palms of her hands to release the sensations. Crystal's hips shook themselves free of Marcus's mouth, and he had to struggle not to hurt her with his fingers still inside of her.

Marcus was right, she did have one very gorgeous pussy. And he couldn't wait to feel it tighten up like that around his cock. He wasn't sure he could last much longer than that moment if she did. But he was damned sure going to try.

Being careful not to get too much rug burn on his back, Marcus scooted his way up towards the couch, putting his body underneath Crystal's. He took a moment to nip at the undersides of her breasts as they hung in front of his face, and then another to flick a playful tongue across her nipples. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath both times. Other than that, her body was unresponsive, just like she was when they had to carry her into the room.

"Sit back, darling," Marcus whispered as he placed his hands on her waist. He reveled at how petite she was, that his hands, like Roland's, nearly covered the front of her hips. "Come on, sit up. Careful of the merchandise." He slipped a hand up to her back and guided her to a sitting position, then slowly lowered her down onto his still-hard cock.

A whimper crept up Crystal's throat as she was once again impaled by a thick, meaty cock. She tried to keep herself sitting straight up, but her body was almost at it's limit. She leaned back into Marcus's arm, but it was soon apparent that he wasn't in the best position to support her.

"A little help here, if you please," Marcus looked to his left to see Roland lounging on the couch, admiring Crystal's body. "She seems to be spent again."

Smiling that dark, sensual smile again, Roland's eyes roamed freely across the curvy woman in front of him. "I think that will change soon enough. She just needs to be enticed again." With a fluid grace, Roland stood up and walked towards Marcus's legs. Straddling them, he lowered himself to his knees and once again wrapped his arms around Crystal's sweet body. His left arm snaked across her stomach, just above Marcus's hands on her hips. His right was draped across her right arm, and his hand went to her throat, cupping her jaw in his hands with just enough force to be threatening and totally sexy at the same time.

His touch made Crystal gasp and come to more of her senses. When he brought her head back slightly by bringing his hand towards the ceiling an inch or two, her heart began pounding in her ears. Now here was a man who knew how to take control of a situation. Roland was definitely enticing, and he brought her back to the reality of the moment more so than the slight sway of Marcus's hips underneath her could.

Marcus nodded his thanks. He trusted Roland to keep Crystal in place, literally and figuratively. And while it was slightly unnerving to have a naked man straddling his legs, and hairy arms breaking up the smooth expanse of ivory skin in front of him, the feel of such a warm and inviting pussy enveloping him was worth it. The satiny skin underneath his hands reminded him of what he wanted to do, and that was to dominate her from below. Lifting her up and letting Roland know where to keep her, Marcus thrust his hips and his full length up into her awaiting sex. He was rewarded with a cry of shear pleasure from the voluptuous woman above him.

Crystal was once again acutely aware of the amount of flesh that was being covered by the two men around her. Her skin tingled where their hands were. Her head was forced back and pulled tight against the curve of Roland's shoulder. His lips brushed against her cheek softly, contrasting the deep and penetrating thrusts of Marcus underneath her.

Then Marcus shifted his hands to the tops of her thighs, making her aware of her bottom half again. He began to pick up the pace, which seemed almost impossible to Crystal. She could feel his dick sliding deeper, faster, into her awaiting folds. She could feel her body building itself to another intense release. Her breath started to catch in her throat, her limbs began to tremble. Each thrust sent chills deep inside of her, where no one could touch but she could feel none the less.

To try and ground herself, Crystal grabbed onto Roland's arms. She hugged her own body through his, and was rewarded with yet more flesh on flesh contact. Just one more grain of sand, one more straw, and she would be finished.

Roland moved her head to the left slightly and bit down on her neck as Marcus plunged himself deep into her pussy. A scream echoed through the room as her body burst into a thousand flames of hot, searing passion. It felt as if her body was trying to burst out of her skin, every inch of her veins were pulsing and thrumming with electricity. The feel of Marcus deep inside of her was like the epicenter of an earthquake, with tremors radiating from that point to reach the tips of her fingers and toes.

Moments later Marcus gave up fighting his own release. With Crystal a mass of quivering flesh atop him, he couldn't hold out any longer. With one final thrust, Marcus came deep within Crystal's pussy. It felt like a hundred pounds of force were leaving his body, like a bullet leaving a gun. His dick pulsed with his ejaculation, and each twitch sent aftershocks throughout Crystal's body. And each reflexive grasp of her inner walls was exactly the way Marcus had envisioned them.

It was all Roland could do to hold her still. He was afraid that she was going to hurt either herself or Marcus if he let her go right then. She had become very heavy, and he knew that she was relying on him to hold her up. He was strong, but dead weight is dead weight, and he couldn't hold her indefinitely. No matter how inviting the prospect, his muscles would eventually get tired.

Underneath them, Marcus's eyes were slowly regaining focus. His breath was still heavy and labored, but it was worth every struggled intake. That was the most intense orgasm of his life. He almost didn't want to move, to stay buried inside Crystal's warmth for as long as possible.

But one look at Roland told him that wasn't possible. For one, it seemed like Crystal had once again almost passed out, and that Roland was holding her up by himself. For another, he was sure that Roland wanted to enjoy his release as well. He briefly wondered how the other man was going to go about that.

Marcus slowly slid his hips away from Crystal's. With a lingering caress of her hips, he slid his legs carefully out from under the other two and backed up onto the couch. He smiled as he noticed his come begin to drip down the inside of Crystal's long, lean legs. Wouldn't it be fun to clean her up later in the shower?