Blake Michaels: Ass Reaming

"Shit, baby, you can talk to him," Bill injected. "He's as horny as I am."

"Bill," I asked changing the subject, "could I have another drink? I think that's just what I need."

"Sure, baby, anything you want." He went back into the kitchen and brought out the bottle and poured another stiff drink into my glass. Bruce took a second, but he only sipped at it. I supposed he still wanted to be able to fuck later. I've heard liquor is no aphrodisiac. I downed mine; I couldn't give a damn.

"How's that? Feel better now?" Bruce asked.

"I think so," I answered.

"What say we have a little action," I heard Bill ask, at nobody in particular.

"Suits me," Bruce answered kicking off his shoes.

Without further conversation, Bill fell to his knees between my legs, and began lapping at my inner thighs. I couldn't help myself. Almost as though pulled by strings. I felt my legs begin to spread for him.

Bruce, in the meantime, had stripped off his tee shirt, socks and jeans. He was left only with his shorts. I could see a very full bulge in them, and the outline of cock made my mouth water. It was huge, and it wasn't yet hard! That's the kind of cock I like; big as they could make it.

Bill had removed his towel and I could see that his cock was already coming to attention. What the hell, I thought to myself. I might as well take.advantage of the situation.

I pushed myself into a more comfortable position as well as a more accessible one for Bill. He took advantage of the opportunity and his face nuzzled into the nest of curly blonde hair. Bruce leaned over and took hold of my tits at the same time; he covered my mouth with his. His tongue shot into my mouth, forcing my teeth apart, and started probing into all parts of it.

I could only relax. I felt immobile as though I were watching myself at a distance. I could feel the sensations of the activities going on, but I couldn't seem to feel my own movements, only the result of them.

A sudden sensual shock wracked me, as I realized that Bill had found my clit and was working on it.

"Man, are you ready!" I heard Bill mumble. "That headache must have gone, huh?"

"What headache?" I heard myself ask.

"That's it, baby. Just forget everything. Just let yourself go. This is the time for it," he said, almost as though I hadn't spoken.

Bruce had worked my tits up so that the nipples were standing upright and hard. They were very sensitive, and he seemed to know it. His fingers were toying with them just enough to continue to build excitement. Never did he give me all the feeling I wanted; my body continued to want just a little more.

I had reached down and taken hold of the huge bulge in Bruce's briefs. I felt two large nuts and a semi-hard prick.

Bill had spread my legs wide so as to work his way deep into my slit with his tongue. My whole crotch was already wet from his saliva, and he was wetting me still more.

Then he released me and sat up on the couch on the other side of me. But he didn't leave my pussy alone. One hand continued to work the crack, while the other took over working one of my tits. I just leaned my head back on the cushion and enjoyed the sensation of being loved by two men at the same time.

Bruce took his free hand and placed it on my ass hole his long fingers stroked the length of my crack lightly, following almost the same pattern as Bill.

"Ohhh," I heard myself moan.

"Getting to ya, baby?" I heard Bruce ask.

In answer, I squeezed his cock. At the same time, I took hold of Bill's stiff rod.

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene as though I weren't a part of it. There I was leaning back on the couch with my legs spread, my head thrown back, and holding a cock in each hand. One was stiff and the other was getting there. On each side of me was a horny stud, each working on one tit with one hand and each playing with my pussy and ass hole alternately. The thought excited me still more and I began to twitch my hips.

"Yeah, baby, get with it. Let's see that cunt open up for us," I heard in my ear. It was Bill, and he sounded hot, really hot.

"What can we do for that cunt and ass to make them feel better?" I heard from my other side.

In response, I pushed my hips forward, causing a little more pressure against their hands, and at the same time, slightly forcing the fingers a little deeper into my slit. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "Ohhh… that feels good."

"Spread 'em, cunt," Bill said, putting a little more pressure on my legs to pull them further apart.

Almost automatically I felt myself spreading as I was told. My legs were wide apart now, and my cunt was gaping open; my ass hole was throbbing for want of more and more.

The itching sensation inside just had to be satisfied one way or another. "Please," I asked, "Please… please… "

"Please, what?" I heard one of the men ask.

"Please fuck me… I want to be fucked… "

"How bad?" Bruce whispered in my ear.

"Very bad," I said, grinding my hips up to their hands.

"That's not bad enough," he answered. "You've really got to want it before we can give it to you," he answered.

Their active hands were working steadily, their fingers darting up and down my slit and around the lips of my pussy; and my ass hole. The sensations continued to send shivers through my body which, in turn, kept me in constant motion. Oh, how I wanted to be fucked.

"Bill, please… "

"Please what, cunt?"

"Please give it to me… "

"Give what to you, whore?"

The questions were spat at me, and although I should have felt insulted, I, instead, felt even more excited.

"You know what I want," I moaned, passionately, my head still lying back on the cushion and my eyes closed. My whole body was in motion. I was writhing under the manipulations of these four hands, and the sounds I heard inflamed me still more.

"Tell me what you want… come on, let me hear you say it… What do you want, whore?"

"Cock!… That's what I want, cock!" I shouted, unable to control the tone or level of my voice.

"Is that all? Just cock?"

"Oh, anything… anything to make my hole feel good," I answered, heatedly. "My pussy's itching to be fucked. Please fill it," I said, squeezing on both cocks at the same time.

In response, I felt more pressure against my pussy and ass hole as the fingers of both hands probed deeper, now together, now alternately. I tried to keep track of which hand was doing what, but it became impossible. All I could feel was movement, making me hotter and hotter.

The fingers were probing deeply and I could tell that more than one finger on each hand was busy fucking me. But it felt good. And I wanted it to feel better.

I raised my heels and brought them up close to my ass on the couch. That stretched my cunt and ass hole area wide: there was no protection, and no resistance left in me.

Bruce broke away from me long enough to remove his briefs. When he sat back next to me, I quickly found his cock and took it in my hands. It was wet from excitement, and as I rubbed the head of it in my palm, it spit even more slick fluid for me to spread.

"Oh," I said, "Fuck me with that. Get that up in me, Bruce," I went on turning my head lazily toward him.

"You're not really ready for it, are you?" he teased.

"Oh, yes… yes, I am. Give it to me, now!"

"Be patient, cunt, you'll get it." He went on. "Bill, I think it's time you cleaned up a little of the mess we've made down there, what say?"

Without answering, Bill turned his body on the couch and got on his knees so that I could continue to jack his cock for him. His head buried itself in my crotch, and in this position, he could really go to work on me. His tongue shot up into me and wrapped around my clit then back to my ass hole darting in and out like a snake. The sensations were maddening.