Ian slipped his arms around me, and I tilted my head back so he could suckle my neck. It was then that Riley turned my face toward him and gave me a tender kiss, full of longing. I whimpered with excitement when our tongues met between our lips.
Ian lifted his head, and I noticed him staring hungrily at my tits, yet he seemed hesitant to touch them, so I took his hand and placed it over my left breast. “Touch all you want,” I encouraged him.
His stare grew hot as he fondled my breasts through my dress, teasing both nipples to hardness with his thumbs. Soft cries escaped my lips, and I marveled at how ready I was for this.
Glancing at Riley, I discovered that his stare was riveted to my breasts. “Let us see those tits, baby,” he urged. Immediately I turned, lifting my hair so Ian could unzip my dress.
His fingers fumbled at my zipper. “Sorry,” he murmured to me. “I’m a little nervous, and my hands aren’t completely steady.”
When he tugged the zipper down, I turned to face him once more, longing to put him at ease. “It’s okay to be nervous,” I told him, pressing a hand to his cheek. “I’m nervous, too. But I’m also really excited.”
I hurried to take off my dress, far too impatient to be coy about stripping. As I stood before them in my bra and panties, I tried to look confident, but I found I was trembling.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Riley said, his stare moving slowly up and down my body.
Ian was already stroking himself through his pants. “Beautiful,” he murmured, studying me the way he would a painting he loved.
I beamed at their praise, realizing I needn’t have worried about them being attracted to me. When I started to step out of my heels, Riley placed his palms together in front of his chest in a supplicating gesture. “Can you please leave your stockings on? I’m begging you.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. “Of course.” Once I stood in my stockinged feet, I gave the two of them an impatient look. “Come on, you two. Get out of those clothes!”
I didn’t have to ask them twice. Immediately they set about shrugging out of suit coats and loosening ties.
When Ian removed his dress shirt, I was relieved that his belly was a little soft. Discovering that he was no gym rat made me more comfortable with my own body. And my guess about his body hair had been right: thick dark curls covered his chest, tapering to a line down his stomach.
Riley’s chest hair was lighter and sparser, and his muscles were more well-defined.
He and Ian wasted no time removing their shoes and socks, and then their pants and underwear. All the while I watched, licking my lips as my lust grew to a dizzying level.
Finally they stood naked before me, both fully erect. I was secretly glad that they were both average in size; I didn’t think I could handle two huge dicks inside me at the same time.
“The sight of you two has gotten me so… fucking… wet,” I breathed. Now it was their turn to grin, and as I reached behind me to unhook my bra, they began stroking their cocks.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see your tits?” Riley asked me.
“How long?” I said, holding the bra to my chest to tease him.
“Since the very first day we met,” he confessed. “Don’t keep me waiting a second longer, Alicia.”
I tossed the bra aside with a playful grin, but my eyes widened when both men advanced upon me.
“These are the most luscious, most suckable, fuckable tits I’ve ever seen!” Riley groaned, cupping them in his palms. Ian was past asking for permission to touch and kiss me. Now he gathered my left breast in his hand and lowered his lips to my nipple, suckling eagerly.
I cried out at the sensation of his warm mouth latching onto my breast, and Riley smiled before kissing me hard. His hand slid down my belly and into my panties. I moaned into his mouth when he parted my outer lips so he could teasingly graze my clit.
By this point, I was half-crazed with need. With their hands and their mouths all over me, I felt as if I were sinking into a warm pool of undiluted ecstasy. The sounds emerging from low in my throat made it clear how eager I was to be fucked.
Ian briefly moved aside so Riley could tug down my panties and kneel before me. I watched as he extended his tongue and used the tip to part my folds. Our eyes locked, and I saw the abject lust in his stare while he tasted my juices. “Riley!” I cried, my breaths shallow and uneven.
“I want you to sit on the edge of the bed,” he murmured, and I didn’t hesitate to obey his request.
Ian climbed on the bed to kneel behind me, and Riley took his place on the floor before me, again on his knees. Leaning back against Ian, I moaned as he kissed my neck and slipped his hands around me to squeeze my breasts.
Riley spread my thighs wide, gazing at my bare pussy for several long moments. Then he eagerly dove in, licking and sucking my inner folds with a fervor that made me gasp. When I wove my fingers through his hair so I could hold his mouth even more firmly against me, he groaned with pleasure.
It was then that Ian turned my face to his so he could kiss me again. With Riley’s tongue teasing my clit, and Ian’s tongue claiming my mouth, I began quivering, wondering if I might come from this alone.
Ian gathered up a fistful of my hair and gently pulled my head back so he could suckle the tender skin of my throat. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered.
My hips began rocking, and when Riley circled my clit with his lips, I couldn’t hold back a low scream. Ian took my right nipple between his fingertips, and I nodded, urging him on as I breathed hard and fast. He gave that sensitive peak a pinch, and that hint of pain, mingled with the bliss Riley’s tongue was delivering to my clit, caused a shudder to course throughout my entire body.
When Riley worked first one finger, and then a second, into my needy cunt, I released a wail. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…!”
I couldn’t even finish the sentence before he began thrusting his fingers in and out, his tongue relentlessly lashing my clit. My back arched, and my breath caught in my chest as the orgasm drew me taut.
“Fuck, yes!” Ian groaned, his fingers toying with my nipples and ratcheting up my pleasure until it was almost too intense to bear.
I cried out again and again, my thighs shaking around Riley. He smoothed his palms over the stockings covering my skin, and only when the spasms racking my body began to subside did he lift his face from my pussy, giving me a satisfied smile.
Before I could catch my breath, he stood and brought his mouth to mine. I licked at his lips, tasting my juices. “Such a naughty girl,” he whispered. “Are you ready for us, Alicia?”
I quickly nodded. “So ready!” My gaze drifted to his cock, which was hard and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Pre-cum glistened at the tip.
Riley took my hands and drew me to my feet. After he asked Ian to draw back the bed covers, his eyes met mine once more. “Where’s your lube?” he asked in a low voice.
“Bedside table,” I managed to reply.
Riley winked at me, then opened the table drawer to retrieve the bottle of lube. “We’re gonna go crazy with this,” he said to me and Ian. “Everyone needs to use a lot of it. Ian, go on and lie back against the pillows. Get comfortable, and then get lubed up.” He handed the bottle to Ian.
As I watched Ian settle back on the bed, I couldn’t control my excited trembling. His eyes met mine, and he grinned while squirting plenty of lube onto his palm. As he began coating his cock with it, using long strokes, his eyelids fluttered closed. I stared shamelessly at his erection, at his balls. I drank in the sight of him lying before me.
“How about you join him on the bed?” Riley whispered in my ear.
I hurried to climb onto the bed beside Ian. Riley applied lube to his cock as well, his lips drawn back from his teeth in an expression of blatant need. I loved how visible the veins were in his shaft, and my fingers ached to stroke him.
He looked up and grinned at what he saw in my eyes. Squeezing out more lube onto his fingertips, he said, “I’m going to take care of that sweet pussy as well.”
Once Riley had joined me and Ian on the bed, he told me to lie back and relax. I moved to do as he said, and Ian’s lips were hungry as they found mine again. While he kissed me, Riley spread my thighs.
So gently, he worked his lubed fingers into my cunt. I broke the kiss with Ian, crying out as Riley prepared my pussy to be fucked. “I want to see you slide a finger inside your pussy, Alicia,” he said, his voice just above a whisper.
My thighs were once again quaking as I did what he said. My finger joined his, and he gave me a devious smile. “Just a taste of what’s to come.”
Ian sat up to watch while I thrust my finger deep inside my cunt.
“So eager for it,” Riley moaned. “Look at how tight her pussy is, Ian!”
“Oh, I fucking see it,” Ian said in a husky voice. “I can’t wait to feel her gripping my cock.”
Riley’s eyes met mine. “Ready?” he asked me one more time.
In response, I sat up so I could guide Ian back against the bed. He spread his legs, and I greedily gazed down at his cock, which was at full attention, beckoning me to take every inch.
Straddling Ian, I faced away from him and then lowered myself onto his dick. Our moans mingled as I took him deeper inside. As lubed up as we both were, my pussy accepted him easily. “You feel so fucking good!” I cried. I was already at an almost delirious level of arousal, and I had to fight the urge to begin riding him.
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