SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 11, Two Men in Kayley

A THREESOME AT LEROY'S PLACE, PART ONE OF TWO

KAYLEY POV

Leroy's place was on the fourth floor of an old red brick building from the turn of the century. At least it had an elevator, but you

KAYLEY

Leroy's place was on the fourth floor of an old red brick building from the turn of the century. At least it had an elevator, but you could see the age of the place in the ancient patched plaster of the walls, the antique wainscotting and the heavy wooden stair railings.

Apart from trying to tempt me into the back seat with him, while Sam drove to his place, Leroy had been pretty well behaved. He didn't even grab me in the elevator, perhaps because we shared it for three floors with a little old lady and her cat.

"Welcome to my house," Leroy said, opening the door, and waving us in. "Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring."

I grinned, taking Sam's hand, and followed the direction Leroy pointed.

"That's really beautiful," I said, surprised. He had unexpected sides to him. "I love that. Did come up with it? Is it a quote from somewhere? Can I use it?"

Leroy looked thoughtful.

"I dunno. I think I picked it up from somewhere. Just liked the sound of it."

His apartment was old style, high ceilings, hardwood floors, heavy overstuffed furniture. It had been renovated to an open plan. It was a bit grungy, bachelor kind of thing. A couple of guitars, acoustic and electric, were propped up in a corner between two adjoining futons. Big flatscreen television, of course, I supposed that was a guy thing.

I'd been tempted by the idea of a King Size bed, but I didn't have high expectations. This guy came across as dumb and sleazy. I wouldn't have been surprised if the place had been a hole, with a King Size bed taking up the entire place.

Instead, it was nice.

Bonus!

"Nice place," Sam said appreciatively.

"Yeah," Leroy said, closing and locking the door. "I like it."

"So!" he continued, following us into the living room. "I've got some beer. Some scotch. Tequila. Brandy. Rum. No red wine, sorry. A chardonnay? I've also got some pretty good weed. Some ecstasy. Whatever you want."

He came up behind, us, turned me around, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me breathless, right in front ot Sam.

"But me?" he said. "What I want is you: Get naked, bitch. Sam and I are going to give you the fucking of a lifetime."

He kissed me again. I broke the kiss, and looked over at Sam.

"Sam!" I cried. "He called me a 'bitch'! Do something."

Sam froze for a second, and then I spoiled it by giggling.

"Sir!" I snapped. "Naked, Sir! Right away, Sir!" I saluted, and then started giggling.

Leroy looked at Sam.

"Is she always like this?"

Sam nodded.

"Pretty much."

I smiled. I felt safe and fresh and horny, and without the undercurrent of anxiety that I'd had in the toilets at the bar. Had that helped to block me a little? Made it harder to come? I wondered. That was the other side of excitement: Stress.

"So you want me naked," I purred. I kissed him and pulled away, there was just a moment's reluctance, and then he let go.

I melted backwards into Sam's arms, leaning my head back, nuzzling his neck and cheek. His head bent to kiss my forehead, as his arms folded around my waste. I pushed my butt into him, he was already hard.

"What about you, babe?" I asked. "Do you want me naked too?"

"Fuck," Sam said, "up to me, you'd be naked all the time. The only reason I'd let you wear clothes would be so I could undress you."

"Hmm," I said, pushing Sam's hands up, so that he exposed the bare flesh of my belly. I stared directly at Leroy. I pushed them higher until the fabric of my top was pushed almost to my collarbone and he was cupping my bare breasts, teasing the nipples.

"I'd ask for a vote, but I think you two might cheat, somehow. So I guess I'll get naked...."

I moaned softly, a little theatrically, and broke free from Sam's grip, turning around, and kissing him.

"The question isn't whether I'll get naked, the question is do I get naked fast, or get naked slow?"

I smiled at Leroy from Sam's arms. I could see his erection struggling against his pants.

"Slow," Leroy said.

"Slow," Sam agreed.

I stepped back from Sam, holding him at arm's length.

"Leroy, my darling," I said. "Got any music to dance to? Sam, if you could move the cofffee table..."

Leroy pulled out his phone, the flat screen lit up, there was an almost subliminal hum as his sound system activated. I was impressed, Leroy was networked.

"Spears, Aguilera.... Eminem... How about Nelly Furtado?"

"Furtado," I said. I was trying stripper moves in my head, trying to decide whether to wear shoes or go barefoot. "Maneater to start with, then whatever."

"Sounds good to me," Leroy said. Music started up, I began to sway, finding my rhythm. Sam and Leroy rushed to take their seats, on the couch and love seat, diagonal to each other.

"Now," I whispered, grooving to Furtado's lyrics, trying not to sing along, "you've seen me naked. You've done more than that. But you showed me such a good time, I want to dance for you both. I want to strip for you. So just pretend you haven't seen me naked, okay?"

I danced happily between them, pulling up my skirt folds until that they could almost see my pussy, then dropping it, unzipping and lowering it so much that I almost exposed myself from that direction. I turned and swayed, my butt in their faces, as I did some half assed twerking.

I undid my top button by button, unclasped the front of my push up bra, and gave them a glimpse of everything but nipples, as I laughed. Turning my back, I got rid of the bra, and buttoned back up to tease. As I turned around again, I realized I had the buttons crooked, but pretended it was on purpose.

Gods, the problem with my outfit was I was already half naked.

"Sam," I said, "I want your shirt..."

Sam and Leroy looked at each other. I snapped my fingers a couple of times. "Come on, come on. Off with it. Also, I want you to sit next to Leroy, and you should both be naked, or at least pants down."

"Pants down?" Leroy asked.

I stuck my tongue out as I danced.

"It's a surprise."

"I don't know about this," Sam play-grumbled as he undressed, throwing me his shirt. "The stripper putting on more clothes and the customers getting undressed? Something's wrong, I can't put my finger on it."

"You know," Leroy teased, "if you're doing a reverse strip, I can probably find a business suit and a trench coat in my closet."

"Ooh!" I said. Dancing in a trench coat with nothing underneath...

"And a winter coat, maybe some galoshes."

And he ruined it, because you know, men ruin everything. Sam crossed in front of me, delightfully naked, except for his white socks. I wanted to grab his cock. He was already hard. Carefully, he sat on the same couch with Leroy, the two of them maintaining a careful separation. Leroy pulled out his cock, and I caught Sam giving it the side eye. Leroy was definitely proud of his manhood.

I turned my back to them, swinging my hips, trying to figure out how to get into the shirt, but take my top off after. When I turned back, I sexily undid the buttons on the top, before doing a single button, and then pulling the top off through the arm of my shirt.

Then I had a problem. The shirt didn't cover enough. I smiled and lowered it, the cuffs hanging over my fingers, until it was barely concealing my cleavage, and I could drop the skirt without completely exposing.

I danced gloriously, happily, drunkenly, flashing and teasing, showing nothing and showing everything. As they watched eagerly, I touched myself, boldly exposing my wetness to them.

The shirt fell away. I stood nude in front of them, swaying and turning, pushing my hands up in my hair and letting them fall away. I was deliriously happy, wantonly sexy.

Everyone should strip at least once in their life, for the right person, or persons. And these two, they were fucking perfect.

Swaying, I went to my knees, my arms waving in the air bonelessly. For a second I felt like one of those dancing tube puppets at car dealerships, and almost giggled. But I went the floating, sinuous quality and it was hot I drifted forward onto all fours, and practically purring, I crawled towards them, rising up on my knees.

For fuck's sake, there was a big enough gap between them, I could have sat in it.

"Move together," I told them, smiling. "I want to do something."

They were reluctant of course, especially Sam, but I coaxed them to get close together, until their hips and knees were touching. Guys are so touch averse, you really have to work on them.

Two beautiful cocks, right in front of me. I licked my lips and descended first on one, then lifted and swallowed the other. I cradled two sets of balls, one in each hand. My head dipped back and forth as I alternated licking and sucking, laughing and teasing.

Leroy was bigger, I decided finally, by maybe half an inch and a little more thickness. Of course, his pubic hair was close cropped while Sam's was thick and wooly, and that made Sam seem smaller. Maybe Sam should shave, or at least trim. Sam's head was a little bigger, more elegantly curved, Leroy's a little narrower. Leroy's had a little bit of curve in his shaft. Honestly, they had both felt about the same inside me, the distinction was subtle things, the angle of their penetration, the rhythm of their thrusts.

"Should we stand up?" Sam asked. "So you don't have to bend over us as much?"

"Yeah," Leroy agreed. "Let's do that."

Their cocks were dripping with my spit by that time. I backed away a little bit to allow them to stand. Leroy's pants were down around his ankles, but he kicked them loose. I sat back on my haunches, looking up at those two beautiful cocks hanging above me, and reached up to masturbate them, one in each hand.

"I think I'm in heaven," I drawled, playing with them. Standing up, their cocks were so close, I could almost suck them both at once. Almost, not quite.

Maybe I could get them to scissor each other or something, so the cocks were right up against each other? I thought. I wouldn't be able to get them both in my mouth, but I could fondle and lick them together? No, they'd never go for it. It was a challenging coaxing them to sit with thighs touching.

"Heaven," Leroy replied, laying his hand on the top of my head, gently adjusting my angle, "is your mouth."

And then he slid his cock down my throat. My eyes went wide with surprise, I could feel it moving smoothly down my gullet and held still as he slipped past anything like a gag reflex. His scrotum pressed against my chin for a moment and then he was withdrawing. As his cockhead left my lips, he smiled down. My emotion in that moment was a mixture of surprise and elation, arousal and disorientation, maybe a little flare of submissiveness. I covered by turning my head, grabbing Sam's cock around the base and trying to go as deep as I could, gagging a little past half way.

Kneeling in front of two standing men, their hard cocks rampant, changed the dynamic. Their hands were on my head, in my hair, guiding and directing me back and forth, alternating their use of me. There was no roughness, no competition, but I could feel it. I'd lost control, or given it up, and they were in charge now, directing me, using me. Pushing one, then the other cock down my throat, bringing my face to their crotches, sharing me. I swallowed and licked and fondled, giving up all will, allowing myself to be directed, used, passed back and forth.

I loved it, I loved every moment of it. My cunt was dripping and I didn't even notice. I was transfixed, transported, my world narrowed to those two magnificent erections, the hairy scrotums and heavy balls, hips and flat stomachs and male thighs and male smell, in front of my face. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I don't know how long it went on, but finally, Leroy pushed my head away. I remember my mouth opening wide, trying to descend on him, and then on Sam, but they were both stepping back, as if in mutual agreement. Had there been some unspoken exchange, a nod or a look between them, as I'd knelt worshipping before them?

Sam bent down to kiss me, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders. But he pulled away and Leroy took his place. As I reached up again, he reached down, arms under mine, down around my waist, pulling me to my feet.

"Time to go to the bedroom," Sam said. "That was amazing, but we both want to fuck you."

"Sounds perf--" I whispered, rising to my feet in Leroy's arms. He dipped, and suddenly I was rising up into the air. "Hey! Hey!" I said shocked. "Wha--! Woo--! HEY!!!"

Leroy had me lifted by the waist, and then my hips were on his shoulder, my upper body was swinging through the air almost uncontrolled. My arms windmilled and I fell draped across his back. He'd gone total caveman, throwing my over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, holding me in place by an iron grip around my thighs and calves.

"Holy shit!" I laughed. "Holy shit! You guys! You fucking cavemen! Well... To the Man-cave!"

I couldn't stop giggling as Leroy swung me over his shoulder, so I was facing back towards the couch, and took a step or two to the bedroom. He paused.

"Hey Sam," Leroy said. "Come here."

"Yeah?" Sam said. They were behind me. Or technically, I was draped over Leroy's shoulder, caveman style, looking in the direction I'd been sucking their cocks, with a full view of the empty wall. It was my ass and Leroy who face to face with Sam, behind me, somewhere in the direction that lead to the bedroom.

"You see this sopping wet pussy, needing to be fondled and fingered?" Leroy said, "Teased until that pussy is just dripping down her thighs?"

"Yeah," Sam said.

I grinned, this was going to be so much fun.

"Do me a favour and feel up the backs of her knees," Leroy said.

My eyes opened wide, and I stiffened, lifting up from his back. What?

"What!" I cried out.

"Sure thing," Sam said gleefully. The traitor!

"Wait!" I cried out, struggling, but Leroy only tightened his grip. "Stop! Stop right now! Don't do it! I swear to God, don't you dare! Sam! Leroy! If you want to get some pussy tonight, you better not do this!"

But it was too late, Sam was tickling the backs of my knees, I couldn't help it, I burst out giggling, squirming all over, beating my fists against Leroy's back. I lunged straight up, and fell back again as Sam touched sensitive spots.

"How's that?" Sam asked. I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or Leroy. He wasn't stopping, if anything, his tickling got worse.

"Sam!" I cried. "I'll get you for this!"

But he didn't relent and I burst into convulsive giggles. "Oh you are in so much trouble, Mister! Turning your back on... on... me! We're married! Where's your solidarity! I need a divorce lawyer!"

"She's a wriggly bitch," Leroy grunted, struggling to hold me in place. He staggered. I tried to squirm a little less, just in case I overdid it and he fell, or worse, dropped me. "Maybe try the soles of her feet!"

"NO! NONONONONONO!!!!" I arched bolt upright. "Not that! Anything but that! Don't! I'll be your sex slave! I'll wear that silly outfit you like so much! I'll be both your sex slaves. Please. Nooooooooo...."

But the bastard totally went for it. Leroy's iron grip held my calves in place, and there's only so much escaping you can do with your ankles. The giggles turned to hysterical laughter, and wild wriggling and random pounding on Leroy's back so fast and furious he sounded like a motorboat. If he'd needed a heimlich maneuver, I would have saved his life about a hundred times in sixty seconds.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more.

"Time out!" I cried out. "TIME OUT!!!"

Sam stopped, thank god. I panted for a moment, catching my breath. My sides were hurting.

"You guys!" I said slowly. "You guys. You better fuck me soooooo good to make up for this. Like insanely good. Or you're going to be in such trouble!"

"That's the plan, darling," Leroy told my ass, as it rested on his shoulder. I was sliding off a bit, and he gave this little jump to shift me back in place.

"Leroy," I said. "Could you swing me around a bit, so I can talk to Sam."

"Sure thing."

He turned around, the room swam around me, and then I was looking the opposite way at Sam.

"C'mere you," I reached for him with one hand, pulled him close. We kissed. I'd never kissed anyone while being slung, caveman style, over someone else's shoulder. It was kind of sexy, including the part where Leroy stuck his finger in me while I was kissing. I broke the kiss with a low moan of pleasure. That fucking guy.

I looked Sam straight in the eye.

"Sweetie," I said, "I love you more than life itself. But you better deliver. Seriously, you need to deliver, we're talking marathon session, multiple orgasms, maybe a Ferris wheel. I'm talking Carnival sex! All the rides!"

My body jerked and swayed unevenly for a moment, as Leroy took a step, carrying me off to the bedroom.

"Sam, follow," he ordered. "Just to make sure she doesn't smack her head on the door frame or something."

"Sure thing," Sam said, moving into my frame of view.

"Traitor," I cried, smiling to let him know I wasn't being mean. "You men, in it together. You're supposed to be on my side. I won't forget this Sam. I'll get you back some day. One day, when you least expect it, I'm going to lick the soles of your feet."

"I'm sure he's terrified now," Leroy said.

"Your insteps will never be the same!" I yelled loudly.

We passed through the doorway, a couple more steps. I felt Leroy bend his knees and flex, and suddenly, I was flying through the air with a squeal. There was a dizzying instant of free fall, and then I hit something soft and springy and bounced, spread eagled.

Finally, Leroy's king sized bed. I thought I was never going to see it!

I stretched out, luxuriating. It was soft, there were rumpled satin purple sheets and a twisted, down comforter. Unmade of course. When has a man ever made a bed? I don't think they even know how. The little bit of DNA that would allow them to do it probably ended up used to create the foreskin. It smelled vaguely of Sam. Hello, laundry? But not too bad. I stuck my legs up in the air, let them drop, looked left, looked right, looked back to the headboard. Jesus, this thing could sleep eight. Put up a net in the middle, we could play volleyball.

Leroy and Sam were all the way down at the foot of the bed, watching me writhe and luxuriate naked.

I raised my head to look down at them, smiling wantonly. Then slowly, I pulled my knees up, feet flat on the bed as I spread my legs wider and wider. I reached down with both hands, fingers pressing on either side of my pussy lips, and pulled them open until my vagina was gaping open, revealing my pink fleshy folds.

"So boys," I whispered huskily, "are you going to get those big cocks up on this bed and fuck the daylights out of me? Or do I have to call the fire department? Because this pussy is hot!"

Our first threesome. I was delirious with excitement, I could feel it below, just these surges of wetness, that wouldn't stop. My nipples were so hard they ached. I watched them crawling up onto the bed before me, almost racing, intently fixed on my pussy.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you." There was something, not quite aggressive, but implacable in the way Leroy said it, the way he stared. I knew he was intent on fucking me first. It was almost deadly implacable, like he'd push Sam aside if he had to. He was that relentless.

I angled my hips towards him, just slightly, signaling my choice, or my acceptance of his ruthless intent. A look of satisfaction, almost gloating, swept over him. He grabbed my ankle, his grip surprisingly strong, pulling and angling my hips further towards him.

"Sam," I called, reaching out, as Leroy laid his claim on me, "come here. Kiss me."

I don't know if Sam picked up on Leroy's intent, or how determined he was, and deferred out of courtesy or mildness, or if he was more focused on me, I just didn't want the wrong kind of friction. Sam shifted slightly, abandoning the drive towards my pussy, coming into my arms. I kissed him passionately.

As we kissed, Leroy pulled up between my legs, grabbing my ankles, and pulling them apart and lifting them into the air. I put my hand over my pussy to slow him.

"I want you to watch him fuck me," I told Sam, loud enough for Leroy to hear and to pause, "I want you to be there for this."

Leroy's death grip loosened on my ankles although he still held them up in the air, like I was some sort of Christmas turkey. Sam pulled in beside me and got his arm under me so that I was cradled laying beside him, my head resting on his forearm, elevated as well, so I could watch.

We looked up at Leroy, kneeling between my thighs, holding my ankles up, his erection massive and resplendent. God, he had a beautiful cock. I took my hand away.

He looked down at us, full of desire and triumph.

"You're not taking this pussy," I said. "You can. But we're giving it to you. We want to give it to you. To make it a gift for you. Do you understand what that means?"

His expression seemed to soften, his grip on my ankles seemed to loosen, become gentle.

"Yeah," he said, "I do."

He rolled his hips forward, bringing his cock closer. I reached down again, this time to spread my lips for him. I gasped as my hand brushed my throbbing hard clit. My mouth was dry, heart pounding heavily, I could almost feel my pussy clenching for him and then relaxing almost to dilating. I stared, fascinated. Beside me, I could feel Sam still, staring, almost holding his breath.

It seemed to go slow, I watched Leroy lay his raw cock head between my parted wet lips. I gave a little gasp, at the touch of it. It was almost red and angry, the skin stretched taught, bead of precum was already oozing from it.

"Yes," I whispered. But I didn't need to speak at all, he was pushing gently, and I felt myself open as his cock head pressed within. This time my gasp was louder, welcoming. Sam's hand was in mine and I squeezed it tightly, as Leroy smoothly slid forward, opening me, entering, plunging deeper.

"Oh god, Sam," I whispered breathlessly. "Look at him, look at it, look at that big cock going into me. It feels so good, Sam."

"You want it don't you," Sam whispered. "You want him in you."

We both knew it wasn't a question.

"Oh fuck, Sam, I do, I do." Leroy's cock continued its relentless conquest, invading deeper, the hard stiff length driving slowly but relentlessly, taking possession, taking ownership. "He's just pounding me."

With my free hand, I reached down between us, finding Sam's rock hard cock, and curling my fingers around his head. It reassured and excited me, telling me that he was as wildly excited as I was.

"You want that hard cock," Sam whispered.

"Yes."

"You want him to fuck you."

"Yes."

"Tell him!"

I looked up at Leroy. "Fuck me. Take my cunt," I told him. "It's yours. Take me and fuck me.."

"I'm going to fucking own you, bitch," he whispered, beginning a powerful, relentless thrusting. He leaned over me, supporting his weight above me on his hands, one of them, between me and Sam.

"You already own me," I breathed. "You took ownership with your cock, you have taken possession. You're conquering me with that big hard cock."

I swear I could feel him getting harder with the words, the thrust into me no faster, but somehow more potent, more weight behind it, more implacability, as if determined to push deeper.

"God, you're fucking me so good," I whispered. "His cock feels so good, Sam. Tell him to fuck me, Sam. Tell him how much you love watching him fuck your girlfriend."

"Fuck her," Sam said. "Fuck her good and hard. Give it to her, go deep, and just pound her, she loves it."

Sam reached up with his free hand, to squeeze my breast, cruelly pinching and pulling on my nipple, until I arched my back, giving greater access to Leroy's cock.

"She loves my cock," Leroy said, not even looking at Sam. "She can't get enough of it. She comes crawling back to it again and again."

"She needs your cock," Sam said.

"I need it," I said. "I'm insatiable. I need you both to fuck me, over and over."

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Leroy said.

He descended, lowering himself to kiss me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth, as he hammered with a series of powerful thrusts.

"Give it to her," Sam said. "Give it to the bitch. Make her beg. Make her your whore."

"Oh god," I whimpered, "it feels so big. It feels so good. Fucking take me, break me on that big cock. Make me yours. Own me. Your whore."

"That's right," Leroy said. "Beg for it. You want it? You want that big cock? You little whore. You bitch. You want it. You want to take it? Spread your legs for my cock. Show me. Show me how much you want it."

"I do. I want it. I need it. I'm a whore for that cock."

"You want it."

"I need it," I whispered. "Fuck me hard, give it all to me. I need it so bad. I'll do anything for your cock."

"What are you?" he demanded.

"She's a whore," Sam whispered, his voice driving me wild. "She's an insatiable fucking whore who needs cock. Isn't that right, whore?"

His hand moved from one breast to the other, torturing my nipples, while I squeezed the head of his cock. He kissed me, and I turned my head to him, giving him my open mouth.

"Oh oh oh," I whimpered. "I'm a whore. I need cock. It feels so good getting fucked."

I looked down, watching his cock pistoning in and out of me, the shaft shining with my wet juices.

"Oh god, Sam," I said. "Look at it. Look at this cock fucking me. It's so hard, and he's fucking so hard. It's beautiful."

"Take it, Kayley," Sam ordered. "Take it all. He's taken you, that pussy is his now. His property."

"That's right bitch," Leroy said. "You're conquered. You surrendered, and now I own that pussy. You're going to get good and fucked. I'm going to wreck that tight hole."

"We're going to fuck you, Kayley," Sam said, "the two of us, taking turns, taking you over and over, slamming our cocks in you, claiming you, turning you into our whore."

"Oh fucking god!!!" I screamed. My legs wrapped convulsively around Leroy's thighs. My hand squeezed Sam's cock convulsively, and it was only his absolute rigidity that saved him. Sam's arm under my head reached for my other breast, as his first hand clutched, squeezing my nipples. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

And then I was gone, my body thrashing, screaming when my seizing muscles allowed me to draw air into my lungs, hot and cold and everything in between, vagina clamping tight shut, even as Leroy forced his way in setting off chain reactions of pleasure and abandon.

Suddenly, I went limp, heart pounding, out of breathe.

"Holy fuck," I whispered. Sam and Leroy's faces were right beside me, I turned from one to the other, kissing each in turn, hungry for them both. I could feel Leroy sliding back inside me all the way, his balls firm against my ass, his pubic hair against my mound.

My hand around Sam's cock was wet and slimy. For a moment, it didn't fully register. I looked at him.

"Did you?"

He blushed a little, almost shamefaced.

"Yeah," he admitted. "When you came, I went."

I laughed then, overwhelmed with sheer happiness, and pulled him close, kissing him. For a second, all three of our bodies were in wonderful contact, so entwined that I could barely tell which of us was which.

Leroy laughed too, sounding pleased, happy with my orgasm, happy to be in me, but also a little triumphant, as if our orgasms were some kind of victory over us. But you know what, I didn't mind at all, it was just the way he was. He didn't have the bond that Sam and I had, a bond so strong it felt sometimes we were the same person. What worked for him, worked, and I was happy he was happy.

Oh and holy fuck, his cock felt so good in me, so hard and full, and deep with every thrust, the gentle curve of it moving inside so sweetly, the way his pubic hair ground against my clit. I reached up, caressing his face, running my fingers through his hair. He half smiled at me, looking down, his eyes luminous with lust. I tried to pull him down to me, but he resisted.

"We're not done yet, Princess," he told me. I pulled back my knees to let him go deeper and he speeded up his tempo. "You're mine now."

Princess? Where had that come from? It was a change from whore and bitch. Not that I minded. It was all just sex talk. Everyone has it, words and phrases that drill right down into the deep subconscious, into the deep wells of sex and sensuality and send them over the moon. Sometimes it sounds awful, but it's not, it's just deep, no control, they can't help responding. They say it, they repeat it, they go stratospheric when someone else says it. I loved finding it, repeating it back, triggering the excitement, internalizing it myself. So sure, call me whore, bitch or princess, and if it makes you crazy it'll make me come too. But it's just sex talk, you don't hold them responsible, they didn't choose their triggers.

Now that it was just us, with Sam out of commission, the dynamic shifted. He was more aggressive, more confident. I enjoyed this change of pitch. It invited teasing.

"Oh yeah," I whispered up at him, "we're not done? You're not done?"

"That was round one," he gritted. "There's a lot more fucking before I'm done with that pussy."

"Oh yeah," I said. "It's a hungry pussy. You sure you're up for it? Maybe my pussy will get done with you."

His cock went rigid inside me, I could literally feel it getting stiffer, and his hips surged, thrusting with brutal force.

"OH fuck! Oh fuck!" I grunted.

"That answer your question?" he said.

I smiled up at him, and reached up resting my hands on his shoulders. I pulled gently, but he stayed above me. I didn't mind, I just wanted to touch him. Casually, I wrapped my legs around him, keeping my knees bent way back, so he could thrust deep.

Sam had pulled away a little bit to watch, his cock gone half hard, still heavy but no longer rigid. He stroked it casually as he watched us fuck. It made it easier, I could just focus on giving my body up to Leroy, and have to make sure Sam got a good view.

"I don't know," I smiled. "I hear a lot of big talk. Almost as big as that big cock."

I bent my head back a little, and this was the moment, if it had been Sam, that he would have bent to kiss me passionately and breathlessly. But that was Sam, and our perfect synchrony. But this was Leroy, and he just fucked harder, looking down at me.

"You got a mouth on you, bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you."

"Oh yeah," I replied. "You going to shut me up by shoving your cock in my mouth? I can't wait."

He didn't take the invitation.

"Oh it's coming, bitch," he promised. "But I'm liking this tight little pussy too much right now."

"What are you going to do with it then?"

"I'm going to fuck it. I'm going to make you come buckets. I'm going to make you come again, and again. I'm going to rule that pussy, and make it mine."

"You're going to conquer me with that big cock?"

"Fucking right."

"Going to make me your slave? Your personal whore?"

"Oh you bitch," he seethed. "You're fucking playing with me!"

"Maybe," I grinned. Fuck, I kept underestimating him, he was smarter and sexier than I bargained. It sent a warm wet surge through me, and I squeezed him between my thighs. A woman loves a man who's got surprises. Who has more than you think.

"Oh yeah," he growled. "You want me to take that pussy and own it, you want me to make you my whore? You want to be conquered? Taken? That's what you really want. What you need. You can't wait to spread your legs and surrender. You need to be owned."

"I'm going to wreck that pussy," he said, his voice tight. "I'm going to fucking ruin you for Sam. My cock will own you, you won't want anyone else. I'm going to ruin you for anyone. I'm going to take that pussy, and fuck you so good and hard, you're going to scream my name only."

He was pounding me furiously with savage intensity, giving me everything he had, and I was loving it. I couldn't believe this was the same guy who had been five minutes in a Men's room.

We fucked like wild animals, cursing, dirty talking, drops of sweat falling on me, hour bodies jamming together wetly, thrusting, squishing, we were fucking ravenous. Every time his cock softened in me, one of us would say or do something and he'd be roaring back. I came again, and again, enjoying the utter triumph he took from each orgasm.

Sam recovered quickly and joined us, his cock full and almost erect, thick and spongy.

By that time, Leroy was power fucking me, my face in the mattress. We went to doggy style, and Sam knelt in front of me with his delicious cock right in front of my face. I swallowed him with one smooth lunge, the angle of my throat, or the sponginess of his cock, or my overwhelming excitement allowing me to deep throat him without a trace of a gag, the fastest, easiest throat of my life.

Just the idea of my first spit roasting sent me spiraling into a dizzy orgasm, and the only thing that held me up was my two men ramming, thrusting into me from either end, at first maddeningly out of synch, but slowly coming into rhythm.

Over me, they stared at each other, grinning, even laughing, and it was honest laughter from Leroy. They high fived each other, as they simultaneously withdrew and thrust, leaving me disoriented and ecstatic, cascading relentlessly to another orgasm.

Sam hardened quickly to his usual iron bar. They switched up, this time on my back, ankles held high as Sam rammed into me while Leroy held my head in place and throat fucked relentlessly, until I begged for rest.

Leroy slid back, his erection rampant, soaked and shining with my spit and pussy juice, watching, his eyes luminous. Sam turned me over like a doll and rammed me doggy style until my elbows gave way and he pile-drived me into an orgasm. He threw me onto my back, thrusting into me, reclaiming my body with his cock, intent on matching Leroy thrust for thrust.

I rode Sam like a cowgirl, descending onto him. Aroused, Leroy rose up, balancing precariously, standing over us, grabbed my hair and fucked my face. Below me, Sam watching, my tight cunt enfolding his cock, his eyes on my heaving breasts and dripping sweat, watching me get facefucked was too much. I felt his hips lifting up, like a rocket going off, and he flooded my cunt with sperm.

After that, Leroy claimed me again, and I found myself on the back. His body slick with sweat, I pulled my knees high and squeezed his hips, feeling his cock filling me. This time his weight was on me, his chest against my breasts. We kissed again and again with each thrust. I managed to get my hand between us, my fingers against my clit, trying to time my arousal with his, so that we could come together. I felt his body go stiff, a flush of slick sweat all over him.

"Come in me," I screamed. "Fill me, take me, own me with your come. Come in me." The words sent him off like a rocket, and even if my orgasm was smaller and briefer, we came together.

He panted like a dog, his weight crushing me, while I made happy mewing noises, and his softening cock pushed the last few drops of semen into my welcoming cunt. He rolled off me, happy with his victory over Sam, not that Sam or I cared. But it mattered to him, so I cuddled against him, and Sam cuddled to me, and the three of us drifted off.

There is absolutely nothing in this world that's better than going to sleep sandwiched between the sweaty, warm bodies of two men who have just fucked your brains out.

I think maybe, when we started, we had some idea of going home, Sam and I. But really, a bed that big, why not sleep in it?

In the morning, I woke gradually to a finger in my pussy, and a relentless, excruciating tapping around my clit. As I drifted up towards consciousness, I spread my legs wider to invite more attention. Finally, I opened my eyes to find my love, Sam, still sound asleep.

I looked the other way, to find Leroy wide awake and grinning luminously. His cock was already hard. How long had he been awake and erect, thinking about fucking me?

He put a finger to his lips, silencing me before I could speak, and indicating Sam with a turn of his head. I nodded. Be quiet, don't wake Sam.

Of course. Sam was his rival, and in his mind, he always had to defeat him. He was always looking to get some advantage. Fingering his girlfriend while he slept unconscious was some kind of victory I guessed. For me though, it was simple pleasure. I bent my knee and spread my legs wider, turning towards him to give him access, a second finger slid into me, an his thumb worked my clit.

I was amazingly wet and his touch felt incredibly good, reaching me in the exact right spots. It was all I could do to suppress my moans and gasps. In fact, remaining silent made it even hotter, excruciatingly hotter. Our heads moved together, we kissed in absolute silence, carefully exploring each other.

My hand found his cock, sliding gently up and down the shaft, feeling the slick precum oozing from the head.

Silently, carefully, I rolled onto my back, smiling as I carefully spread my legs, bringing my knees up, once again surrendering my body. With devilish glee, he eased into position over me, his movements slow and deliberate so as not to jostle the bed and wake our sleeper. I looked up into his eyes, welcoming him, as I felt his cock head pressing at my gates, and then my lips parted and he sank smoothly into me in one gentle motion, burying himself to the hilt, filling me.

I wondered if he could feel his own semen from the night before around his cock head as it bottomed out in me. Did his flesh know its own? Did the sensitive nerves of his cock recognize the semen now teeming all over its surface as it slid back and forth in me. Did the sperm sense their progenitor.

Was Sam's semen mixed inside, was he fucking the three of us in me - me, Sam and his own past ejaculation? Or was Sam's sperm subjugated, buried and subordinated under the layer of Leroy's discharge, a strata of defeat and submission. I looked up at Leroy, staring down at me, his tight smile one of triumph and knew exactly what he was thinking. In his mind, my careful silence, my acquiescence and relinquishment was a profound surrender to him. His cock enforced my body's compliance, the combination of his cock and my silence awarding him victory over me and Sam.

I didn't care. What mattered was how wet I was and how good his cock felt. And if his games were what made him hard and relentless and satisfying, I was happy to let him have them.

And, deep down, there was something more. His drive to conquest, his relentless urge to conquer me, the hunger and the satisfaction in his eyes, thrilled me. I was so wet and submissive.

So I laid back, and gazed up in worshipful silence as a stranger fucked me while my husband, my love, slept beside me.