Sharing Her

“Mhm. That’s right, Lucy. I knew you’d love it,” he growls. “You like it in the ass, don’t you, angel?”

“Yes. Oh goodness, yes,” I murmur, tossing from side to side as the waves of bliss rattle through me. He continues on for awhile, making me cum again and again.

Finally, I hear another male voice. “Come on. My turn, man.”

It’s Alex, who has been politely quiet this entire time. “Alright. Fair enough,” Saul says. “Remember, it’s all about her.”

“I think I can handle this,” Alex replies confidently. The vibrator is turned off and Saul steps away, leaving me lying there overwhelmed and on fire, wondering what to expect next. Alex approaches, sitting softly on the bed beside me. He crooks a strong arm underneath me, lifting me enough to open the handcuffs. He tosses them aside and lets me stretch a little, feeling the ache in my arms and sting in my wrists. Then he gently lifts my hands to his lips and kisses my wrists, as though kissing the pain away. It’s such an incredibly sweet gesture that I can feel my heart almost melting.

His hands come up to caress my face, holding me gently, like I’m something fragile and delicate. Something truly precious. He strokes my hair, leaning in to softly brush his lips against mine. I open my mouth, leaning into him eagerly. He cups my cheek while he kisses me, gently probing his tongue into my mouth while he reaches around to my back, to unclasp my bra. It falls away easily, my breasts free and exposed to the cool air. I moan into Alex’s mouth as he kisses me, his hands moving down my neck, over my collarbone, down my chest, to delicately fondle my breasts. The feeling of his warm hands on my sensitive skin makes me shiver with delight. He strokes soft circles around both of my nipples, rhythmically circling with perfect symmetry, until I’m whimpering and weak.

After Saul’s rough manhandling, there’s something especially comforting about the way Alex seems to worship my body. Not a single inch of my body goes untouched. He runs his hands down the length of my arms, thumbing over my fingers delicately. For a moment he interlaces his fingers with mine as we kiss, which warms my heart. He’s giving me all kinds of butterflies. He moves to sit behind me, kissing my neck softly while he kneads the tension out of my shoulders. I sigh and lean back against him, losing myself to the soothing pressure.

“You really are beautiful,” he says, his voice ticklish against the shell of my ear. “I knew it from the moment I saw you, I would never meet another girl like you. I still believe that. Nobody could convince me otherwise.”

“You’ve seen me before?” I ask, suddenly very curious. “Have we met?”

He sighs, another puff of ticklishness that makes me tremble deliciously. “No. I saw you across a very crowded room. There were people everywhere. Dancing. Drinking. Fooling around. Girls everywhere, and then… you. Standing in the corner, holding a cup of water. I knew it was water. I could just tell that you were too afraid to drink like everyone else. Too cautious.”

I flash back to the frat party a few weekends back. “The party at the Sigma Nu house,” I whisper, stunned to know he was there.

“Yes. I wish I could have gone up and talked to you, but you looked content to stay close by to your classmates. I didn’t want to interrupt,” Alex explains.

“You should have,” I confess. “I-I think I would have liked to meet you.”

Alex gets up and gently pulls me to the middle of the bed. He grabs my ankles in his hands and says calmly, “I’m going to tie you up. Don’t worry. I’ll make it feel good.”

“Okay,” I murmur. “I trust you.”

I can almost feel Saul rolling his eyes from across the room. It’s obvious that my two suitors have two very distinct styles. It’s hard to say which one I prefer. In fact, I think perhaps they compliment each other well.

Alex binds my ankles loosely to the bed posts at the end of the bed, spreading my legs wide open in the process. I was a ballerina growing up, so my residual flexibility makes it easy enough to do this. I have no doubts that Alex would stop if I told him to. But I want to know what he has planned. He climbs back onto the bed, weighing down the mattress between my legs. I hold my breath, anticipating his next move.

Then I shudder and sigh with pleasure as I feel his warm, wet tongue licking along the length of my slick flower. He grabs my thighs, massaging the muscles there and loosening me up while he devours my pussy. He licks at my clit, suckling it and making me moan with delight. It’s a different kind of pleasure from the overbearing intensity of the vibrator. Softer, more relaxing. Comforting, almost. Alex settles into a rhythm, licking up and down, circling my clit until I can feel tears burning in my eyes. It feels so good, every muscle in my body pleasantly tensed. Then, I’m overwhelmed with bliss when he slips a finger inside my pussy.

“Ohhh my gosh,” I mumble, biting my lip. “Oh, it feels so good.”

He hooks the end of his finger, stroking expertly at the deep, hidden hub of sensitivity inside of me. It feels almost too good to be true. Alex moans as he eats me out, sending wonderful vibrations up through my body. Before long, I’m rolling my hips, gently thrusting up to meet his tongue, his finger gently stroking that place deep within me. It takes me a little longer to ramp up to a climax, but when I get there, it’s mindblowing.

I let out a little yelp as I gush cum all over Alex’s hand and lips. He eagerly, hungrily laps up my honey, moaning as he picks up the pace. He doesn’t let up for a single second, and I can do nothing but hold on and ride the wave. Orgasm after orgasm rolls through me, my body convulsing and trembling every time. Alex plays my cunny like a finely-tuned instrument, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him. I nearly lose count of the times I cum onto his face, my mind floating elsewhere on cloud nine.

When it all becomes too overwhelming, I start to instinctively pull away, and Alex stops immediately. I can hear him lick his fingers, getting every last drop of my cum. Then he says softly, “Let’s give your pussy a little break, shall we? You want a cock in that pretty little mouth? Hmm?”

I nod vigorously. “Oh, yes. Please,” I beg him. He moves up the bed, pulling me up to sit as he kneels in front of me. He guides me to his cock and I tug it into my mouth with a moan of pleasure. It turns me on to have a dick in my mouth. I never expected that. But something about yet another one of my holes being filled with thick cock… just makes me wetter than ever.

Alex starts out slow, pulling back and cautiously thrusting into my mouth. But then I reach up and start to fondle his balls and stroke his thick, hard length while I pump him in and out of my mouth, and he gives in. “Oh, fuck. God, that mouth feels so good, Lucy,” he groans.

He pulls my hair back, gently using it to guide me, pressuring me to take him deeper and deeper into my mouth until it touches the back of my throat. I swirl my tongue around the engorged head, flicking it along the underside of his cock, until he’s almost losing control. Alex fucks my mouth, groaning through gritted teeth. I can tell it’s bringing him closer and closer to cumming, and I’m half-intending to get him all the way there. I just love the taste of him in my mouth. But before he can lose it, he softly pushes me back, then straddles me. At first, I suck in a deep breath, thinking he’s about to put his cock inside my cunt. But instead, he kisses me passionately, pressing the head of his cock against my folds, rubbing it up and down, over my clit and back down and up again. It feels surprisingly amazing, and it’s not long before I’m cumming again and again, moaning into his kiss.

“Please,” I beg him when we break apart for a gasp of air. “I want you to fuck me. I need a cock inside me. Now.”

I can tell Alex wants to go ahead, but instead he backs away, leaving me sitting on the bed desperate and pouting. I hear Saul’s voice, saying, “Well, I think it’s time to take the blindfold off, but first, you have to tell us who gave yo

u more pleasure. Who wins?”

I think it over for a moment, weighing both options against each other. Then, finally, I confess to them, “I can’t choose. You both made me cum the same amount. It’s a tie… again.”

“What should we do then?” Saul asks.