Chapter 3
There was a new suburb near Tony's neighborhood, only five minutes away by highway. Arlene decided to try her luck there, since she didn't want to get stuck across town in traffic and maybe miss a half hour with Tony.
It was early evening when she came to a house where two young men were carrying boxes inside. She walked up to them and smiled.
"Hi," she greeted. "Are the owners around?"
The men looked at each other, then at her. Then they grinned.
"Nope," the dark haired man replied. "They're supposed to be here tomorrow, though."
"Oh," she said, glancing from one to the other. "I guess I'll have to come back some other time."
"Hey, you don't have to run off," the other man said. His hair was light brown and wavy. "You selling something?"
"Um, yes, as a matter-of-fact," she replied nervously. "Soap and things. I don't suppose either of you would be interested."
The two men grinned even more, chuckling. God, her cunt was itching bad. They were both good looking, muscular and sexy. Her date with Tony was all but forgotten for the moment.
"Sure, why not?" the first man said. "I'm Ross, and this is Chris, my new stepbrother."
"Our parents are gonna live here," Chris told her. "Together." He laughed. "Ross and I played Cupid, and it worked. Come on inside. You're selling soap, huh?"
"And other things," she answered. "Um, and I'm Arlene."
Ross and Chris almost looked like brothers, she decided, especially since both had deep blue eyes. If she had come upon either of them by himself, there was no doubt in her mind that she would have wound up in bed with him. But since they were together, she knew it couldn't possibly happen.
She stayed standing as she opened the case, and the two men moved in close beside her. She could smell them, the acrid aroma of sweat mixed with that unmistakable odor of a male.
"I don't know why they wrap it in pink," she said, undoing a bar of soap. "It's more spicy than sweet, and very pleasing."
She let each of them get a whiff of it, saying nothing else. Instead, she waited, hoping one of them would become aroused enough to make a play for her. As wet and anxious as her pussy was, she didn't care which of them wanted to fuck her. She just hoped that one of them would.
"Shit!" Ross exclaimed. "So that's why you smell so good."
"Yeah, but it's not why she looks so good," Chris muttered. "Hey, babe. Do you know what that does to a man?"
"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. "The soap, you mean?"
"Yeah," he answered. "And the way you look."
"No," she said quietly. "Tell me."
He pulled her to him and she let the small bar fall from her hand. His lips worked against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Had Ross not been there, she would have done more than just return his urgent kiss. But the presence of the other man was too much of a distraction and kept her from really responding.
"My turn," Ross snarled.
She was turned around and treated to another lustful kiss. Her knees were about to buckle from the strain of holding back. Dammit, she needed to fuck. The only problem was, how to get rid of one of them?
"You kiss like you'd want something more," Ross said huskily. "Do you? Maybe a fat cock?"
"If we were alone," she replied hopefully.
"We are alone,' he told her. "There's just the three of us. And, baby, we can really have a good time."
"Um, you mean, you and me, then him and me?" she wanted to know.
Chris chuckled and came up behind her, trapping her between them.
"He means the three of us together," Chris explained. "Can't you feel how much we'd like to fuck you?"
Indeed she could. The two men each had a hard cock, pressing at her front and back. She squirmed, feeling the stiff pricks rub against her cuntal mound and asscheeks. All that cockmeat made her so horny she was trembling.
"Okay," she agreed only somewhat reluctantly. "You win. I've got to have a cock in me!"
Ross drew her tightly to him and this time she didn't hold back. She ground her cunt against his straining prick and wrapped her arms around his neck. If he didn't fuck her soon, she would burst from having to wait.
"Let's take her to bed, Ross," Chris suggested. "Shit, I can't wait much longer."
The two men almost carried her to the bedroom. To her surprise, she saw that the bed was made and ready to be slept in. Or fucked on.
Once they had her down, she wasn't allowed to think of anything but the men. They were all over her, stripping her, kissing her, somehow shedding their own clothing while they bared her. Arlene squirmed with impatience even though things were moving almost too quickly. Her pussy was so hot for a cock, she was certain she was on fire.
"Oh, damn," Chris muttered as he slid toward her cunt. "You're so sweet, baby. I've gotta lick your pussy."
She opened her legs to him, while Ross leaned over her and kissed her. At the first contact of Chris's tongue to her bloated pussylips, she lurched and groaned, kissing Ross with abandon. It seemed like weeks since her cunt had been licked, instead of only hours.
"Want to suck my cock while you're getting your cunt eaten?" Ross asked sexily.
"I, I've never done that," she said hesitantly. "But right now, I'd probably try anything."
When the man moved to straddle her head, she looked up at his huge prick. It was so big, so fat and long. If Chris hadn't been making her pussy tingle so wonderfully, she might not have wanted to try sucking a cock. As it was, she was too hot not to.
Slowly, she drew the silken knob to her lips. She met it with the tip of her tongue, tasting it experimentally. The flavor of the man's prick was pleasing, not as strong as that of her pussy, but arousing just the same. With a moan, she opened her mouth and let him ease the large fuck-pole inside.
While Chris continued to leave her cunt-meat with scintillating licks, the girl gave the other man's cock a languid sucking. The feel of a prick between her lips was a new kind of thrill, one that tempted her senses with erotic possibilities.
"Damn, are you sure you never gave head before?" Ross groaned. "Hell, baby, you gotta be the best beginner I ever met."
The compliment pleased her almost as much as his cock did. But maybe not as much as the other man's snaking tongue. Only a plunging cock could compare with that, and yet she wouldn't dream of asking for it until she had cum.
She let the length of the man's cock slide deeper down into her throat, feeling it almost gag her. Something about sucking the prick made her pussy drool even more. Chris didn't seem to want to miss a drop of her juice; he kept licking her fuck-hole, poking his tongue inside. While his technique differed from Tony's, she couldn't deny that he knew what he was doing.
Twisting about, she rotated her ass, shoving her needy cunt up at the man's face. It wouldn't be long now, not with so much luscious action going on. She was going to have to cum or explode.
"Nnnnnnhhhh!" she wailed around the big prick.
Thrashing under the expert tonguing, Arlene swallowed the cock in her mouth until her nose touched the man's wiry crotch hair. Now she needed to get fucked, hard, so she could cum some more. As if knowing of her desperation, Chris stopped licking her cunt and knelt between her splayed legs.
"Hey, move beside her," he told Ross. "I want to watch her suck you off while I fuck her."
Ross grunted and did as his friend asked, though Arlene wouldn't let go of his prick. She kept it buried in her mouth, following the man as he moved. Once he was settled, she moaned and resumed sucking his fat cock.
"Oh, shit," Chris said. "That's great. Keep it up, honey. Give me a good show."
She felt his ready cock slip inside her cunt hole, burrowing far into her clinching pussy in one long, sturdy drive. His prick was easily as large as Tony's, which let her know she would be in for some fine fucking before he shot off.
"Unnnhhh," she sighed as the man pulled back.
"She's hot for your cock," Ross told his friend.
"I think she likes yours, too," Chris replied. "Hell, look at her. White skin. Pink nipples. You should've tasted her cunt. Best damned pussy I've ever had my tongue in."
Before she had a chance to complain about the delay, the man began to fuck her. Soundly. Roughly. Making her gasp and arch her back at every forward stroke. She moved her body to meet his, meanwhile remembering to suck on the prick lodged in her mouth.
While Chris rammed her relentlessly with his sturdy cock, Ross fucked her mouth with his own able prick. She reached to stroke the one man's balls, and the other's muscular arm. The men were rocking her with their plunging cocks, hurrying her toward another orgasm.
When it struck, she swallowed the cock in her mouth again, writhing desperately while she uttered strangled cries. Chris bulldozed his cockmeat into her spasming pussy, while she gave the other man's prick an ardent sucking.
"Oh, hell," Ross growled. "You're too good, babe. Just too fucking good."
As his thick spunk shot into her mouth, she gulped it down without thinking. Her cunt was still tingling from the way Chris had made her cum. Not much could get through to her but the glorious twinges from her pussy.
"Let me lick her pussy," Ross said. "You come have her suck you off."
Although she whimpered when the two deserted her, she began to purr happily when Chris sank his big cock between her lips. And when Ross ran his tongue along her cuntal groove, she drifted back into a lustful haze that made everything around her seem that much better.
The man knew what to do with a hot, wet pussy, all right. His tongue probed every fold, finding each spot that could make her squirm. He paid special attention to her bobbing clit, making sure it wasn't neglected for longer than a minute between licks or sucks. Ross was doing everything to her cunt that he could and she adored every second of it.
Just like she loved sucking a cock. Chris had a nice meaty prick, one that filled her mouth as well as it had filled her pussy. Covered as it was with her own cream, it excited her all the more to have it in her mouth.
"Yeah," Chris encouraged. "Suck me good, baby. Shit, I wish yen could give me head all night."
Her eager groan echoed his sentiments. She wouldn't mind giving him head for hours, so long as a snaking tongue would be tormenting her slit. The two sexy acts seemed to go together somehow, forming a completed delight that was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Arlene writhed under the expert cunt lapping that Ross was giving her. She stretched down a hand and fondled his head, urging him on with her undulating ass. Meanwhile, she kept sucking the other man's cock, caressing his balls gently with her free hand.
Chris was caressing her face, keeping her head turned so that he could thrust his prick fully into her mouth. Ross was bringing her toward orgasm rapidly, his tongue flitting quickly in and out of her fuck-hole, then attacking her quivering clit. If the men didn't change their tactics, they were going to cause her to have one hell of a cum.
As if realizing how turned on she was, her two lovers continued to assail her writhing body. Ross was licking up and down along her pussy lips, stopping only to taunt her clit or savor her leaking fuck-hole. And Chris was holding her head more securely, forcing her to swallow his cock.
When she came, she bucked up, squealing around the prick that she swallowed to the balls. She was panting, lurching about, hardly able to remember to keep a grip on the turgid cock down her throat. Ross kept on licking her pussy, especially her clit, making her cum even more.
"Dammit," Chris growled. "Aw, hell. I didn't want to shoot yet."
Arlene felt the pelting globs of jizz, tasted the musky juice. And she swallowed it even more eagerly than she had the other man's cum.
After Chris pulled back, she pushed at Ross to make him leave her tender cuntlips alone.
"Enough," she moaned tiredly. "I can't take anymore right now."
"How about later?" Chris asked. "Our parents aren't due until tomorrow evening."
"Hell, she can't stay," Ross grumbled. "She's got on a damned wedding ring. The last thing we need is a jealous husband after our asses."
"He's out of town," Arlene revealed hesitantly. "But I do have an appointment later. So even though I would like to stay, I can't."
"Could you come back afterwards?" Ross asked.
She looked at the two handsome studs, trying to make a decision. She wanted more than anything to stay, but she wanted to be with Tony, too. Sitting up, she shook her head sadly.
"No, it would be too late," she said. "Um, but maybe I could stop by in the morning. About nine or so. Or will you be too busy?"
"Shit, we're never too busy to fuck," Chris replied with a grin. "And to make the visit legitimate, we could order some of your soap, or something."
"Yeah," Ross agreed. "Do you deliver it in person?"
"Yes," she said. "Um, if you don't live out of state or something."
Ross laughed. "Hell, babe. We've got an apartment not ten minutes from here." He winked suggestively. "And we could get to be very steady customers."
The prospect of being able to see the two studs again made her quiver all over. She leaned toward Ross and gave him a tongue fucking kiss, then did the same with Chris.
"I'll leave it up to you whether you want to buy something or not," she murmured sweetly. "Although, it would be a perfect excuse to get together again. And again. That is, if you like what I can do for your gorgeous cocks."
"Hey, everybody needs soap," Chris teased. "And almost everybody needs a good fuck. Which means you've got yourself two horny customers, honey."
The two men were ogling her pink tipped tits and her coppery cunt. She could tell that if she stayed any longer, they would become aroused again and want to fuck her. As weak as she was when it came to a hard cock, she wouldn't be able to resist satisfying them in whatever way they wanted.
"I really have to be going," she said regretfully. "But I will be back tomorrow. And that's a promise."
As she dressed, the two men sat quietly on the bed and watched. Only once she was fully clothed did they get up to put on their jeans. Though they both seemed resigned to the fact that she was leaving, neither appeared anxious to see her gone. The three walked silently back into the dining room. Arlene took several samples from her case and laid them on the table. Then she left an order form and her card next to the samples.
"Don't lose the card," she told them. "Any time you want to order or see me, give me a call."
"And if your husband answers?" Ross questioned.
"Tell him your lover smells great in Tahitian Cove," she replied, smiling. "I do, don't I?"
"Fantastic," he muttered thickly.
"All right, then," she said. "Say you need to talk to me about another order. He won't get suspicious. I'll make sure of that."
"I bet you can," Chris responded. "If you get his cock in your mouth, he won't be able to think at all."
Smiling, she gave each man a lingering kiss, then she briskly walked out the door to find her car. Tony was waiting. It wouldn't do to keep him waiting too long.