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Fuck.
My heart does a somersault and my gut tightens. I don’t want a future if Christy isn’t in it.
I won’t… Ican’tlive without her.
Forcing that rogue thought out of my head, I trace my tongue over the mound of her stomach until I’m forehead to forehead with Konrad. He drops the vibrator to the bed, grinning as he gives me access to her clit.
“Tandem?” he asks,
“Of course,” I agree.
“Jakub, give the chains some slack,” I say, and Jakub quickly reaches up and releases the pulley a little, allowing Konrad to adjust her position.
“Bend your knees, Christy, and put your feet on the mattress, keeping your legs wide,” Konrad instructs, sliding his large palms under her arse and lifting her up so I can place a firm cushion beneath her.
“L—like this?” she stutters, her body shaking from pleasure as my fingers slide through her pussy and swirl over her clit.
“Exactly like that,” I say, my voice thick with arousal. “Such a good girl.”
Konrad glances up at me, giving me a nod then lowers his mouth, tonguing her from her opening, down her perineum to her arse. She sucks in a surprised breath as he gently fucks her arse with his tongue, but when I add my lips to her clit and start tongue fucking her there, the sound she makes is far more beautiful than any Bach piece.
Oh how she sings for us.
Fuck my cock aches for her! It’s experienced softness with her and now it wants to fuck. Hard.
But first we get her off.
Together Konrad and I lick, suck and fuck her pussy with our tongues. Occasionally, our tongues meet, but neither of us pull away, feasting on her pleasure that spills over our lips and into each other’s mouths. We’ve always been close, the three of us, and living the kind of life we have, sexual contact is the only kind of affection we were ever allowed to indulge in. We’ve never fucked each other, but we’ve shared women, and if our cocks touch or mouths meet during those occasions, we never pull away.
Behind me, I’m aware of Jakub shifting higher up the bed. When I take a moment to look over my shoulder at him, I can see him rubbing the tip of his cock over Christy’s lips. She gasps, and he slides the head of his dick past her parted lips, one hand fisting the base, the other bracing against the headboard. His attention is solely fixed on her mouth and I don’t blame him. It’s fucking beautiful.
“Eyes on the prize, brother,” Konrad says, a deep chuckle vibrating up his throat as his hand disappears out of sight. I know he’s gripping his dick. I’m doing the same. How can we not touch ourselves when we have such fucking perfection spread open beneath us.
Lowering my lips back to her pussy, Konrad and I pick up the pace. Both of us are drowning in her pleasure as she weeps for us. Her hips grind against our faces, her movements jerky, her legs shaking as her orgasm builds and builds. I imagine a white-hot ball centred deep in her womb, growing in size and power as we give her the best head of her life.
Fisting myself, I pump my cock, feeling the familiar feeling of an orgasm gathering in the base of my spine and knowing the moment she comes, I will too. Her cries of pleasure are the key to uncorking my own. Christy’s moans intensify, her whimpers distorted by the slip and slide of Jakub’s cock between her lips.
“Sing for us, beautiful,” I say, my voice gruff as Konrad rears back.
I follow his gaze as it drops to the knife resting on the mattress a little ways over, our thoughts in sink as he grabs it, his fingers wrapping around the blunt blade. I nod, easing back, my fingers replacing my tongue on her clit as he slowly inserts the thick, ridged, wooden handle into her pussy. She shudders at the sudden intrusion, her spine pressing into the mattress as her fingers and toes curl into the sheets, her cries louder now that Jakub has pulled free from her lips. Fisting his dick, Jakub picks up the feather and traces it over her pebbled nipples whilst stroking his cock.
Taking his cue I grab the discarded flogger, gently trailing it over her pussy as Konrad fucks her with the handle of the knife, fisting his dick with his hand. With touch we bring her to the edge, but as Jakub begins to speak, it’s the sound of his voice that heightens her pleasure.
“Look at your pussy, so pretty and wet,” he says, the grip on his dick tight with want. “I want to spill my cum all over your birthmark. I want to mark you with my cum. I want to own your heart like you own mine. I want to take care of it. Fuck, Christy, I love you!”
And with that declaration Jakub tips his head back and roars, his dick jerking as he paints her birthmark and lips with thready white cum. I watch as she parts her mouth, her tongue snaking out to taste his cum. When Jakub bends over her and kisses her, tasting himself on her lips, Konrad orgasms, covering her thighs with his cum, all the while driving the handle deeper into her pussy, working her up into a frenzy.
“Come for us, Christy. I want to see your cunt quiver,” I say, willing her to let go, needing her to come so that I can too, because I refuse to do it without her.
Jakub pulls back, allowing her to drag in a deep breath. Her back arches as her legs and arms tense, pulling against the restraints. She’s so fucking close. Sensing her impending orgasm, Konrad pulls out the handle of the knife, his eyes locking with mine before he kneels between her legs once more and pinches her clit hard. Christy screams and her pussy contracts, a stream of cum squirting out of her and onto Konrad’s parted lips as he drinks her down, pressing his mouth against her quivering hole and lapping at her wetness. I orgasm a second later covering her trembling stomach with my cum.
Twenty minutes later Christy is clean and lying on her side on the bed, her legs drawn up as she slumbers, the blind fold remove. The loosened restraints are still strapped to her wrists and ankles, and the pink slash of her pussy is plump and tempting as Jakub and I move silently about the room cleaning ourselves up and gathering more items from the armoire. I place the item I’ve chosen on the side table and slide in behind Christy as Konrad enters the room, carrying a tray piled high with the desserts we left in the library.
“Are you still hungry?” I ask, smirking.
Konrad grins, flicking his gaze to Christy. “Aren’t you?”
“Ravenous,” I agree, knowing I could feast on Christy forever and never get sick of the taste.
