Chapter 6

Arlene thought about stopping for breakfast once she was driving, but decided against it. First, a good fuck with the two men, then she could eat. Her cunt just happened to be hungrier than her stomach for once.

The house looked quiet when she pulled up. But as she neared the door, it opened slightly and Ross peeked out.

"You're early," he stated. "Come on in. We're still eating. Want to join us?"

As she stepped inside, he shut the door. She could see why he hadn't simply come out to meet her. All he wore was a pair of briefs. Chris, seated at the dining table, was dressed the same way.

"I guess I'll have some coffee," she agreed.

She couldn't help but look around. The clutter from the evening before was almost gone. Everything was shaping up quite well, beginning to have the appearance of a home.

"We've got biscuits and peach preserves, too," Ross told her. "Sit down and have some. You're gonna need your strength."

"Oh, okay," she relented.

As she sat down, both men looked her over. She smiled, her cunt itching. She had a feeling that she wouldn't get to eat much before being dragged off to the bedroom. Which would suit her just fine.

"Who'd you stay with last night?" Chris asked suddenly.

Startled, she almost choked on her coffee. Oh, God. Not again. Weren't women supposed to be the curious ones?

"Um, why do you ask?" she evaded nervously.

"Your clothes," he said, nodding at her. "They're the same ones you wore yesterday. So what gives, babe?"

Briefly, she told them about Tony, describing in general detail what they had done together. By the time she was finished, both men looked intrigued.

"Guess you can't be blamed for not wanting to stay with us when you had a stud like that waiting," Ross commented. "Sure you aren't too fucked out to have some fun with us this morning?"

"Why don't we find out?" she questioned, standing.

Slowly, she began to strip, dropping her garments one by one until she was naked before them. To tease them into action, the girl cupped her tits in her hands, swaying provocatively from side to side. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, bending her head to lick at each one. With a seductive stare at each man, she slid one hand down to her pussy and frigged herself for a few seconds. Then she brought her hand up to her mouth and languidly licked the cunt juice from her fingers.

Chris made the first move toward her, nearly knocking his chair over in his haste. But instead of leading her to the bedroom as she had expected, he set her down in the chair.

"Spread your legs, honey," he encouraged. "I'm still hungry. And I think your cunt might taste great with some peach preserves on it."

He reached into the jar and scooped out some of the preserves. With a playful grin, he wiped the sticky stuff on her cuntlips. She shivered at the coldness, not knowing how to take the odd turn of events. This wasn't at all how she had imagined things would go. But when Chris squatted down and put his face between her legs, his tongue going to work on her cunt, she decided that it was definitely going to be a good morning, even in spite of the change in plans.

"How would you like to lick some preserves off my cock?" Ross asked.

He was standing beside her, his briefs gone. His large prick stood out, bobbing toward her mouth. Moaning, she reached for him, thrilling to the feel of his proud prick.

"I'll take it just like it is," she murmured. "Come a little closer, so I can really give you a nice suck."

As he stepped up, she took his cockhead between her lips. It was only then that she noticed he had washed with the soap she had left. Eagerly, she took him in to her throat, excited by both his odor and that of the Tahitian Cove. It looked as though she was going to have two more steady customers, as well as two more willing studs.

Chris was giving her pussy a superb licking. He was quickly cleaning off all the preserves, getting down to the silken cunt-meat. Using his thumbs to hold her outer pussylips aside, he was lapping up and down her slit as though thirsty for cunt juice.

Her ass moved at his every touch. Meanwhile she gave Ross head as vigorously as Chris was eating her snatch. The plan she had would have to wait until later, or another day. What was going on now was too exciting to interrupt.

"That's it, baby," Ross encouraged. "Yeah. Swallow it. Shit, you do that just right."

"Mmmmmmm," she purred in response. There was nothing quite like sucking a cock while her cunt was getting licked, especially when she was being treated to such a splendid tonguing. She scooted forward until her ass was at the edge of the chair.

Ross held her head to him with one hand, while he fondled her tits with the other. His cock felt large, hot. She rolled her tongue around the knob, treating it much the same way as Chris was treating her clit.

As she began getting more turned on, she took the man's balls in her hand and carefully caressed them. Ross trembled, leaning closer. He tweaked and pinched her nipples, moaning softly. When she reached farther, seeking out his asshole, he spread his legs in a silent invitation. She rubbed his snug opening for a moment, then pushed her finger inside.

"Oh, hell," Ross gasped. "Do it, baby. Frig my ass."

Chris paused for a moment to see what was going on, then resumed lapping her cunt with renewed zest. His eager licking made the girl give Ross head with more enthusiasm. Slurping on the man's large prick, she finger fucked his shitter until he was breathing heavily. When he caught hold of her head and forced his cockmeat down her throat, she knew what was going to happen, and was ready for it.

"Drink my cum, baby," he groaned. "Take it all."

She did, not hesitating to gulp down his spunk. As she drew the last of his juice from his balls, she, too, climaxed, lurching fitfully as Chris tongue fucked her cunthole.

The two men changed places. Chris stripping off his briefs in one quick movement. His blue eyes were glittering, he was so ready.

"Give me everything you gave Ross," he commanded. "I want to feel the same things he did."

When he shoved his cockhead into her mouth, she groped for his asshole. But the time his cock was in her throat, her finger was prodding at his asshole. A moment later, she shoved it inside, getting a certain thrill from the way he was reacting. A drop of pre cum fell to her tongue, showing how near he was to getting off.

The way Ross was tonguing her cunt had her ready for another orgasm, too. She didn't know why she was becoming so hot, and she really didn't care. As long as she had a prick in her mouth and a tongue in her pussy, she didn't give a damn about anything else.

Ross was eating her out as if he knew how much she needed his sturdy tongue. He licked and tickled her entire cunt, ravenously lapping up her cream. Chris had gotten her horny, now Ross was getting her inflamed, so hot she thought she was going to burst into flames.

And then she felt his finger at her shitter. She squirmed forward, offering her asshole to him. To her delight, her plunged his finger up her ass, following it almost immediately with a second one.

"Nnnnnnhhh!" she screamed, cumming again.

"Oh, shit," Chris moaned. "Me, too, babe."

His cum spurted into her mouth, helping her to keep her climax alive. She rocked back and forth against the tongue in her cunt while she gulped down the thick jism. All too soon, it was over. Both men moved back, staring at her.

"You're something else," Ross said. "How much can you take?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, not knowing how to answer him.

"How many times can you cum before you give out?" he stressed. "Once more? Twice?"

"Oh." She smiled, blushing. "Um, I guess it depends on how interested you guys are in keeping me hot. With the right incentive, who knows? Maybe I could cum all day."

The two men grinned. Ross signaled to Chris and both took her by the hand.

"We'll find out for ourselves," Chris told her. "Let's go to the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable."

She went along willingly, wondering what the two had in mind. Whatever it was, she didn't care. So long as they kept her pussy tingling and juicing.

They lifted her and laid her crossways on the bed, her asscheeks at the edge. Her cunt began to throb, anticipating what was to follow. Chris knelt by the bed and buried his tongue in her cunt. Then Ross straddled her head, his ass in her face.

"Use your imagination, honey," he coaxed. "Get me hard while I watch my friend eat your cunt."

Closing her eyes, she stuck out her tongue and pulled him down until she could reach a part of him. She let her tongue tell her what she was licking. It was his balls, the hairy sac no longer bloated or taut. Lazily, she sucked them into her mouth, gently pulling on them. Ross groaned and took hold of her tits, squeezing them almost painfully. What she was doing was getting to him, as was seeing Chris lick her cunt. That was doing things for her, too. Wonderful things.

She let go of his balls and found his asshole. When she poked it with her tongue, Ross trembled. Teasing him, she licked his shitter, making the man grab even more strongly at her tits.

"She's got her tongue on my asshole," he told Chris. "Damn, it feels good. Why don't you do the same for her?"

Chris grunted, then slid his tongue to her shithole. After only a preliminary prodding, he thrust it past her ass ring, causing her to lurch. She swirled her tongue around Ross's ass, shuddering with excitement.

"What's he doing to you, babe?" Ross wanted to know. "Show me."

Holding him around the hips, she complied, shoving her tongue up his asshole as far as she could. He jerked, then tried to force her tongue even farther up his ass. While she fucked him with her tongue, he was massaging her tits, kneading them, keeping her nipples erect.

And Chris kept stabbing his tongue into her shitter. He was frigging her cunt, too, heating her up even more. She was writhing, panting. Turned on. Mindlessly, she reached for Ross's cock and worked on it with her hand, striving to get him hard. She was going to get fucked before she left them, and get it the way she wanted.

Her idea sparked her next orgasm, and she groaned out her pleasure while her asscheeks undulated spasmodically. She felt Ross quiver, his cock begin to expand. Then she pushed him away.

"Swtich places," she pleaded. "I want both of you to fuck me next, one in my pussy and one in my ass. And I don't give a damn which one gets what."

"Hey, that's a better idea than what we had in mind," Chris agreed. "I'm for it, Ross. How about you?"

"Hell, it sounds like fun," Ross replied. "Sure. We can try it."

The two men changed places, and Arlene didn't hesitate to shove her tongue up Chris's asshole. A moment later, Ross was doing the same thing to her asshole, his thumb on her clit, insistently trying to make her climax again.

She reached to fondle Chris's cockmeat and found that he was already fairly stiff. Gently, she stroked his fat cock, then left it alone. She wanted him ready to fuck, not shoot off, when he got it in her. It was an experience she would want to savor for a while, not just do it and have it over with.

Ross had her squirming under his persistent attack. He was much more aggressive than Chris, and maybe more knowledgeable about how to get a girl hot. The dark haired man was certainly making her pussy ooze, and had her clit pushing back at his thumb. Suddenly, she knew she wanted him fucking her asshole, realizing that he would give her shitter a screwing she wouldn't forget.

Arching her back, she came, crying out as Ross manipulated her clit even more harshly. Yes. He would definitely be the right man to fuck her ass.

Once she quit cumming, she pushed Chris off of her. Ross was still tonguing her asshole, still frigging her cunt. It almost hurt her to have to push him away, but she wanted his complete attention when she told them her idea. "I changed my mind about my earlier plan," she told them. "Dammit, you can't," Chris argued. "Look at me. My cock's gonna bust if it doesn't get in you."

"Mine, too," Ross grumbled. "You can't tease us like that, Arlene. It isn't fair."

"Oh, I still want to fuck both of you at the same time," she hurried to explain. "Only, I want to say who gets my asshole. You, Ross. I want your prick up my ass. Do either of you have any gripes about that arrangement?"

"Not me," Ross said, grinning.

"Shit, I remember how good and hot your cunt was," Chris added. "I'd love to fuck it again."

The two men crawled into place beside her. They turned her on her side, facing Chris. Both of them helped her raise her leg so that her two fuck-holes were more readily available.

"I have a question," Ross paused to say. "Why do you want me to ass fuck you, and not Chris?"

"Because I think you'll fuck my ass without being afraid you'll hurt me," she replied softly. "And that's how I want it."

He grunted. "Okay, babe. Chris, let me slick down my cock in her pussy first, then we'll get started."

When she felt his big cock enter her pussy, she quivered. After one deep stroke, he pulled out, then put his knob at her asshole.

"You get in her cunt, then hold her steady, Ross instructed. "She's gonna squeal when I start in."

Chris followed his friend's orders, filling the girl's pussy-hole with cockmeat. She clutched at his shoulders, holding her breath, waiting for the first searing contact of the man's prick against her shitter.

Then Ross shoved. Half his cock bored up her asshole with his initial stroke. Gasping in pain, she tensed, shrieking at the agony.

"Easy!" she cried. "Go slower! I can't take it that fast!"

"Sure you can," Ross growled. "And you want it rough. You as much as said so. Hang on to her, Chris. I'm gonna push in the rest of my cock."

He lunged and she yelped again, now trying to drag herself from between the two men, regretting the suggestion she had made to them. But they had her in a hold she couldn't escape, and neither seemed to want to let her go.

The man behind her began moving his cock, out, in, loosening her taut sphincter. She cried and struggled, feeling so full she was afraid she would rip apart. The two cocks were huge inside her, especially the one in her ass. Why hadn't she let Chris fuck her shitter instead of Ross? He wouldn't have been so brutal with her.

"Come on, baby," Ross mumbled into her ear. "Fuck. Move your ass. Didn't that guy last night teach you how to do it right? Move, babe. Get with it."

Chris was starting to fuck her, too, moving his prick back and forth in her swampy cunt. He wiped at her tears, softly kissed her.

"Work with us, honey," he pleaded. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy's so nice and wet. And hot. Think about having two cock in you. Doesn't that make you feel like fucking?"

It did. Or the way she was getting fucked did. The stinging pain subsided, leaving a full, stretched feeling behind. Moaning, she put her mouth to Chris's and kissed him, her tongue squirming against his.

"Yeah," Ross encouraged thickly. "That's it. You suggested this fuck, baby, so you should enjoy it. But I'd like a kiss, too. See if you can turn enough to give me one."

She twisted around, finding his lips with no trouble. As she shared a tongue tempting kiss with him, Chris began to suck her tits. She arched her back to thrust them into his face, letting him know she wanted him to continue playing with them.

Meanwhile, she gave Ross her tongue to suck on, as her asscheeks undulated and rotated to accommodate the men's plunging cocks.

The hot fuck was turning out to be better than she had thought it would be. Her pussy drooled at each forceful stroke, both of her fuck-holes milking the rampaging cocks without conscious effort. Ross was exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue, holding her captive while he possessed her lips. Chris was doing much the same to her tits, biting and pulling on her nipples between long, deep sucks. And they kept fucking her, irritating her so wonderfully that she had to cum.

"Aaaiiieeee!" she shrieked, shuddering fitfully.

She grabbed Chris by the hair and pressed him closer to her tits. Lustfully, she pulled Ross to her and fed him her hungry tongue. The men held her leg higher, fucked her pussy and shitter more soundly. They were trying to satisfy her craving, to give her exactly what she wanted, if not more. They were succeeding so well that they made her climax again.

The girl cried out, and writhed all the more desperately between her two lovers. They had her hot, boiling over. She could feel steam rising from her sweltering cunt.

She kept kissing Ross, kept holding Chris to her tits, and kept her cunt and asshole busy on their bulldozing pricks. Gasping and whimpering, the horny girl thrashed fitfully between the men. It seemed that the more she came, the hotter she got. The raunchy fuck wasn't calming her down one bit; it was making her need more. She could tell that her aroused state made her lovers more eager to please her. Their bodies and mouths became ravenous, demanding, an urgency behind their movements that made her want to surrender to them.

"Hot bitch," Ross growled, biting at her lips. "Yeah, you like to fuck, dont you? Damn, your asshole's giving my cock a workout. Your cum is all over my balls. Shit, baby, I could fuck your ass until you were too sore to walk."

"Then do it!" she begged. "I need it, lover! Mmmmmm, it's so good! Chris? Do you like fucking my cunt?"

"It's great, honey," he told her. "Tight. Wet. Hell, you'd better let us have your fuck-holes a lot, so we don't have to jack off while thinking about you."

"I will," she swore passionately. "For now, fuck me, you two gorgeous studs. Keep me cumming!"

Chris slammed his cock into her pussy as he boldly pressed his mouth to hers. Ross shoved his prick up her shitter, and snaked his tongue into her ear. The men were crushing her between them, forcing her to feel their masculine bodies while they fucked the shit out of her. She didn't know how much more she could take without exploding, but she knew that however much it was, she would love every long, luscious second of it.

She clutched at Chris, striving to fuck both men with total abandon. It was difficult to do, since they were all on their sides. Yet she couldn't think of asking them to quit even long enough to get into better positions. In fact, she could barely think at all, save for thinking about the hot action that the three were sharing.

"Dammit, I need to get in deeper," Ross complained, voicing her own desire.

"Yeah," Chris grunted. "Me, too. But how?"

"Well, not here, that's for sure." He was quiet a moment, then said, "The shower."

"A big shower stall," he corrected. "Come on. Let's try it."

The two yanked away from her, causing her to groan. But before she could truly comprehend the situation, the men picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, laughing as she struggled to get down.

"Let's really get her wet," Ross said wickedly. "Turn on the water. Then we'll fuck her some more. Standing up."

Bewildered, still in a haze of sensual gluttony, the redhead watched curiously as the men made their preparations. Chris got a warm spray going, adjusting the shower head so that the water hit all three of them. Once he was satisfied with the spray, he made her face him, a lustful gleam in his eyes. "Okay, baby," he muttered. "Spread 'em. We're gonna fuck some more."

Willingly, she moved her feet apart. As Chris bent and sank his cock up her cunthole, Ross rammed his prick up her shitter. She screamed at the brief pain, shuddering. But once it disappeared, she was as ready to fuck as they were.

"We've got a problem," Ross grumbled. "I still can't get in deep enough."

"Me, either," Chris agreed. "So what can we do?"

"Honey, we're gonna have to pick you up some," Ross told her. "Chris, help me. She'll have to put her legs around your ass."

"You can't be serious!" she cried in shock.

In a moment, she found out they were indeed serious. Together, her lovers lifted her from the floor. Desperately, she wrapped her arms and legs around Chris, clinging to him, afraid she was going to fall.

"Good," Ross grunted. "Let's try it now."

The two horny studs held onto her, Chris around her waist, Ross clutching her asscheeks, and began to fuck her with all their strength. Their pricks plunged into her fuck-holes, going farther than they had before. She shrieked, arching her back.

"Yes!" she cried ecstatically. "Fuck me! God, you're in me so deep!"

She was cumming again, writhing between her lovers, taking the harsh fucking they were giving her and wanting more of it. She couldn't move with them, and she didn't need to. They were bouncing her up and down on their cocks as they fucked her, making sure she got every inch of cockmeat they had to offer.

Her asshole throbbed from the brutal pounding Ross was giving it. Her pussy leaked cream all over Chris's prick while her cuntal muscles tightened spasmodically. She wished that both the studs had larger pricks, so that she could really be packed with cockmeat. Yet she was getting enough; her cunt was proving that. It was gushing excitedly from the dual fuck, as though not having had so much enjoyment in months.

Almost at the same moment, both men began to cum. They pressed her tightly between them, their lurching pricks giving her enough titillation to make her climax once more. Panting, grunting, the trio embraced for a while, then the men's cocks slid from her cunt and shitter, and they gently stood her on her feet.

"Well?" Ross asked. "Did you get what you wanted?"

"And then some!" she admitted dreamily. "Oh, guys! Can you two ever please a horny girl!"

"Does that mean if we make an order, you'll deliver it personally?" Chris wanted to know. "With maybe a hot, wet bonus for us?"

"Guaranteed," she promised, smiling at them. "But, um, I do need to get going. I have to try to build up my business, you know."

"Do we ever," Ross said, chuckling. "And with the way you advertise, you'll be a success in no time."

"Hey, I don't intend to fuck every man I meet," she argued, blushing. "I just got carried away with you two."

"And Tony?" Chris mused. "Isn't that his name?"

"Stop making fun of me," she pouted. "All right. So I met three men who turned me on. I haven't heard one of you complaining. Until now."

Ross and Chris were washing off their cocks, both of them grinning at her. They took the soap and started washing her, too, concentrating on her pussy and asshole. Although she was somewhat pissed off with them, she opened her legs to let them suds her down.

"We aren't complaining," Chris swore. "We're amazed. So much hot bitch in such a pretty package. You're too good to be true, honey."

"Yeah," Ross agreed. "Mainly, we don't want you to forget us. We're getting used to fucking your sweet body, and want to do it again."

"Oh," she sighed, licking her lips. "I, see."

Damn, they were getting her aroused again. Gently, she pushed their hands away from her fuck-holes, smiling weakly.

"I think I'm clean enough," she murmured.

"Oh, well," Chris sighed heavily. "We tried."

She let the spray rinse her off, then she stepped out of the shower. As she grabbed a towel, the two men followed, Ross shutting off the water as he came out. They both looked smug and satisfied with themselves, as though they had won a bet.

"What are you two so pleased about?" she finally asked. "It's something to do with me, isn't it?"

"Sure," Ross replied. "It isn't every day that a guy can find a girl who gets hot and stays hot. Admit it, Arlene. If we had kept fingering you, you'd have cum again, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," she admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "But I can control it. I made you stop, didn't I?"

"If our cocks had been hard, would you have done the same thing?" Chris wanted to know.

"Probably not," she mumbled, fidgeting.

"Aw, we're not making fun of you, baby," Ross murmured. "We like you the way you are. Tony does, too, doesn't he?"

"I think so." She shrugged. "He acts like he does."

"Sure," Chris said with a soft smile. "And it's because he likes how sexy you are. Just like Ross and I do. Hell, baby, you're a man's fantasy. You even look like a fairytale princess."

The men were staring at her admiringly, reaching to caress her naked body. Their hands soon had her nipples erect and her cunt drooling, making her so horny she could have fucked them on the spot.

"Okay, okay," she panted. "I believe you. Damn, do you two ever know how to explain things."

Her lovers laughed, each one hugging her. She had to giggle, too, realizing how easily she could be made to turn on.

Still in a good mood, they went back to the dining room to find their clothes. The men pulled on their briefs then went to put on their jeans. When they returned, she was dressed, her damp hair the only visible hint that something peculiar had gone on inside the house.

Ross reached across the table. "Here's our order," he said. "And a map to our place. Phone number, too."

She scanned the order briefly, then the map, studying it for any sign that it was anything other than an ordinary drawing. But her lovers had been careful. Only the street names, their address and phone number was on the paper. She slipped the pages into her purse.

"I'll give you a call when your order's in," she promised, "if not before. You never know when a craving for a good fuck will strike."