Dev's legs part slightly so more of her weight, slight as it might be, is transferred to them. His lips and tongue move up her neck to her cheek and he begins to nibble on her delicate and exposed earlobe. His attention stays fixated on it for a time. One of his hands begins to quest for the fastening on her bra. He pops it but leaves it in place, at least for now.
Joe moves up behind the held woman, his arms going around her waist so his chest can press against her back. He kisses her gently on her jawline just below the lobe of her ear sending shivers through her body. "Anything you want, kitty." He arms tighten for moment, a shadow of possessiveness he can never give in to. "I just want to be able to worship you."
Parker gasps. She moves in Dev's embrace, her legs slip from around his waist, and she slowly slides down against him. Her upper body turns partially, giving Dev more access to the ear he is nibbling on, and allowing Jo free reign of the other side of her neck and jaw. One arm has made its way on top of Dev's shoulder and around the back of his neck, keeping her securely against him, her free hand, runs first down Dev's chest, and then find's Jo's side, moving ever so slowly up and then across his chest and neck, pulling him closer so that she is pressed between the two men. Her generous curves introducing themselves, warm, soft, enticing.
Her eyes close. Only sensation remaining. She lets go of her her grip on Dev's shoulder and her hands begin to roam. She touches both men in turn, exploring their upper bodies through the fabric of their shirts. Her fingers light, tentative, nervous, almost trembling. "I would... very much... like you... without your shirts on." Her voice quivers with the pleasure of being kissed. Of being held. She hasn't even noticed that Dev has started undressing her, so lost is she in the sensations the two men are inspiring within her.
While his left hand is occupied with the mundane, boring task, his right hand caress over the taunt, silky muscles of Parker abdomen. Seemingly bored with the task they completed his quick fingers also make easy work of the clasp on Parker's bra. Seconds later, his bare chest is against her bare back, both hands are gently and carefully exploring the expanse of skin available to them between the bottom of her bra and the waistband of her pants.
His lips find the sensitive points in her neck, working to find the nerve ending that will make her shiver against him in pleasure.
Parker's eyes open in surprise as Dev's fingers pinch her right nipple, sending little waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her mouth forms a little happy Oh.
Both Jo and Dev undress her. The lacy bra finds its way to the floor, and Parker's perfectly shaped breasts are revealed. The skin warm, soft, pale. Her nipples a soft delicious pink, and hardening. Goosebumps run across her flesh, and she blushes, the color moving down her neck to her decolletage. Her smile both shy and wanton, Parker cannot stop looking at the two men with her.
As Johannes' lips find the nerve endings in her neck that get just the reaction he wants, Parker's musical voice moans softly, and her eyes nearly roll up in the back of her head.
Her red scarf must have come loose at some point, as Parker's long hair flows to frame her face and her figure. Her hands twist her hair out of the way, as she turns, first so that she is sideways between the two men, and then so that her naked back is pressed against Dev's chest and she faces Jo. She leans into Dev, one arm reaching up and back to hold him, giving Dev a lovely view of the top of her breasts if he looks down at her. Her other hand finds Jo's waist, and rests there for a moment, as she looks at him, through heavy lashes. An invitation.
His gold eyes look up at her multi-hued eyes as his tongue traces the circumference of her left breast, then takes a long, lazy spiral path from the edge to the center. His tongue circles the nipple without touching it, letting the anticipation build.
Then, finally he takes the left nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his mouth the way Dev teased the right with his fingers.
As Parker turns, Dev's hands move to possess her breasts, encircling, kneading, teasing. As Jo moves lower, so do Dev's hands even as his mouth finds her neck, whispering lightly across her skin. Hands begin to loosen trousers before slowly pushing them lower.
Parker returns Jo's kiss, her lips parting ever so slightly, allowing his tongue access to hers, if he so desires it. When he moves down to her breasts, her hand runs through his hair, resting on his head when his lips find her nipple, grasping it in sheer pleasure, lightly pulling on his hair, to keep him in place, right over her nipple with his questing tongue. Her breaths are shallow, quick.
Dev loosens her trousers and pushes them lower. Parker steps out of them, without actually moving from where she is. Her unmentionables are a match for the bra, the creamy lace at least partially see through. If Dev or Jo care to glance down, she is perfectly smooth and bare, with nary a hair to be seen.
Parker's other hand, which was holding on to Dev, glides along his side, touching his skin in a feat of dexterity that only dancers can truly replicate. With her back pressed against Dev's chest, she finds the next thing a bit more difficult, but she begins to explore how Dev's pants are held up, and if it is accessible from where she can reach, she begins to unfasten them with her one free hand, and then help them down as far as she can reach without interrupting what Johannes is doing.
After a moment, one hand still in his hair, Parker's other hand runs down Johannes' bare chest, to find the top of his pants, and to undo them if possible.
Neither Joe's attention nor his mouth leaves Parker's breast when her pants are discarded. However, his hands, which had been resting on her tiny waist, go down lightly skimming the waistband.
Then when Parker's dancer's body twists to relieve Dev of his pants, Joe's hands go down. First sliding down past her hips to her outer thighs, a brush on the back of her knees, and then around to the front. Slowly, teasingly, never letting his mouth stop the tender manipulation of her nipple, the tips of his fingers start to slowly trace arcane patterns on the skin of her inner thigh. Very, very slowly, his hand inch up.
He vibrates her nipple with a moan when he feels her hand on the ties of his pants, even without her touching him. And her action provokes one of his. Joe's hands reach their goal, playing, back and front, stimulating her cloth-covered lips. Just a teasing touch but with subtly more pressure when his hand is over her nub or at the other end of it's journey.
As his lips and tongue play across her neck, listening to her breathing, searching for the points that make her shiver, he looks down her body and he temporarily forgets to breathe, as he suddenly experiences a momentary and sudden involuntary shiver.
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All of a sudden, anise seems to be a flavor Parker is growing fond of. She doesn't seem to have a problem with the flavor on Jo's tongue, as her warm and inviting mouth returns his kisses.
As Jo caresses her skin, her thighs, and then her most sensitive spot, even through the lace of her panties, the sensation is overwhelming. Parker's right arm, which has just finished undoing Jo's pants, goes up around Dev's neck and shoulders, holding herself up lest her legs give out, giving him an even better view than before. Her back arches, showing off her breasts even more, thrusting them towards Jo. She makes a small noise, part pleasure, part longing she did not know she possessed, and then the hand tangled in Jo's hair, first tightens its grip on his head a bit, slightly pulling his hair, then nudges his head down, willing for him to go lower with his teasing tongue. His fingers, as they ran over the outside of her panties, would have felt the moisture beginning to seep through.
As Dev's hands caress her behind, squeeze and lift, Parker cannot help put tilt her pelvis back a moment, grinding said cheeks against his body. She makes small involuntary noises now. Pleasure and lust mingling with something even greater than either. Dev's tongue finds that the pulse point just under her ear is actually more sensitive than her ear itself, and a spot at the back of her neck elicits goosebumps.
Helpless to do anything but hang on for deal life, Parker desires to caress and feel both men, but finds she cannot. She is putty in their hands, under their lips, tongues, touch.
His mouth pauses, teeth lightly holding her nipple, applying pressure to the sensitive nub by drawing in his breath. Before Parker can grow accustomed to the new sensation above, his fingers part her lips. As one hand starts to stroke the petals, spreading her moisture, his other hand finds the nub at the top and begins to gently circle it.
And when her body starts to shake from that, his thumb starts to play back and forth across the sensitive bud.
As Parker grinds against him, Dev trembles briefly, a soft murmur [b]"oh, Kitty" passes his lips. When she relents, his fingers squeeze and spread the softness of her rear, the moistened tip of his finger just stopping by her rear portal..before gliding back down to her thighs and back up again.
She cries out. Her body responds to what both Dev and Jo are doing, and she trembles from the pleasure of it. She is slick with moisture. Soft moans escape from within her.
Jo's fingers caressing the sensitive pedals and parting them, teasing her nub and then stimulating it, increases the response until she is quivering and entirely at his mercy. The hand untangling itself from Jo's hair touches the side of his face, then neck and then his upper back, then moves around to his chest, finding his nipples, finger tips introducing themselves. Exploring as much as she can reach. Her touch feather light until they pinch one of his nipples with the perfect amount of pressure to elicit a positive response.
The arm around Dev stays there, but her face tilts towards his, her mouth full of promise, even from this angle, all he has to do is bend a little to reach it. Her hips having developed a mind of their own, when Devs hands move between her thighs, she once again dances against him; although she is still wearing them, now that her panties have been moved aside by Jo, the thin fabric of Devs underwear is all that seperates her bounty from his hard lenght.
I am yours, her eyes sing to both men. Her body joining the harmony: Take me.
Then his mouth leaves her body. He stands straight, his hard, naked member pressing against her abs as he holds her body close, nipping her earlobe as he whispers to her.
"Lay Dev down on the bed on his back. Kneel on the bed after him, let him look up at you, with all appropriate worship that one should have with a goddess. Use your mouth on him the way I use mine on yours, kitty." He voice only has a shadow of sadness that it is Dev that she will be pleasuring rather than him. "And let me get your body ready for us," very, very slowly, carefully, he widens her opening with a second finger. The longer of the two digits begins to rub a place in her that feels almost as good as the thumb he had earlier on her clit.
"Let me taste you, ready you." His head bends down, kisses her stretched neck, "Let me make sure that you feel good. That we don't hurt you."
Dev's head cranes just slightly to fulfill that aforementioned promise, just starting to get a taste of Parker when he apparently hears something, quite possible, since despite the distracting circumstances they are only spoken a few inches away from his own ear. He withdraws giving a last little nibble to her ear before she is picked up from behind, one arm lifting from beneath her breasts while the other pushes her knees forward and supports her from below.
A few steps and she finds herself reclining backwards, facing up, her full figure displayed before Johannes, lying atop and partially hiding Dev, his legs spreading hers, displaying her pink moistness. His hands sweep upwards across her ever more sensitive skin, finding their way again to her breasts, caressing, kneading, pleasuring, they are there, but not at all holding her tight should she find the will to move.
She trembles when Jo moves lower, laughs softly at his tongue meeting her bellybutton, the warm moistness tickling her. She listens with all seriousness, as he speaks. Jo's words, Dev's words. They mean the world to her. When Jo begins to touch her again, she nods, almost lost to the pleasure, willing to agree to nearly anything, if only he doesn't stop. But she's disciplined enough, through years of denial, years of being told that being with a man is something she cannot have, that she forces herself to hear his words, even if they are not what she wants to hear. She knows her inexperience. She knows neither Dev nor Jo is lacking in that department in comparison. "I... I love you." She whispers the words she has been wanting to say since the night Dev dropped her in the river. To Dev. To Jo. Twice she says the words. She will do as Jo says. She trusts both men more than she trusts even herself.
Dev moves her. Picks her up, and positions her in a way not entirely as Jo indicated. A tiny flicker of confusion, because this is not what Jo said for her to do. But Dev is caressing her and she finds it very hard to resist him. And he is touching just the right spots. So she moans softly, lying on top of Dev while facing Jo, her legs spread revealing to Jo her moist lower lips, with Dev touching her breasts. Her hands go to Dev's sides. She doesn't move off him, but would, if Jo or Dev told her to, or if either man moved her. It would take little direction. She will do exactly what she is told.
"I... I love you." She whispers the words
He pauses, looks down at her, golden eyes near glowing. "I love you."
He waits a moment when Dev pulls her on the bed, seeing if she moves of her own accord. When it is apparent that she will not, he moves onto the bed himself. He moves over her, his naked body not hiding his hard readiness one moment. Supporting himself on knees and hands he keeps his body separate from her spread willing body as he kisses her deeply, his tongue plunging in, tasting.
Then he begins his downward journey again, nipping at her hard nipples when Dev's hands are busy with a different part of her breasts. Then his hot kisses lay a trail down the line of her ribs, over the taut muscles of her abdomen. When his weight is lower on the bed he pulls back, admiring her as Dev has presented her. With precise force, he rips the lace underwear from her body, ridding her of that last piece of negligible protection.
He looks up at her, then back down, his fingers return to an earlier task, relearning her intimate folds, bringing her back to the point of need that she had been nearing when he stopped before. Then he smiles at her, waits until she is watching him, then bends his head between her thighs and pays homage to her perfect form.
His tongue, leaving electric trails in its wake, taste the sweetness of her outer lips, cleaning her of her own juices, the sensations just causing more. Then his mouth starts on the inner folds. Intense pleasure, but not the body quivering sensations that she knows she will feel if Joe ever pays attention to her clit. Yet, he doesn't seem interested in it.
When Jo rips the lace underwear from her body, Parker makes a small involuntary sound of both surprise, and sheer bliss. As he uses his tongue to torment her, and ignores her clit, she whimpers with need.
His mouth works against her skin, his teeth barely grazing her collarbone, almost just a reminder not to be forgotten, then lips and tongue begin making their way back up her neck. Dev seems to be solely concerned with giving her pleasure, from both himself and Jo at the same time. He listens to her body and the sounds she makes, intensifying motion, pressure and pace as she continues to build, but not intensifying to the point to let her release. Taking her to the precipice, letting her feel the edge, but not quite make it over.
As Dev moves against her from behind, Parker cannot help but move against him in turn. His trailing fingers make her squirm, gasp, elicit moans.
As both men stimulate her, building a pleasant insistent pressure within her, her whimpers grow. But yet neither man will grant her release. She tries to move up against Jo, and back against Dev. Her needs overwhelming. She has never felt anything like this before. But it isn't enough. She needs more. The stimulation isn't enough. She needs to be filled. "please" she whispers.
"You want to make sure that he is good and wet to, kitty." Joe instructs with a gentle tap to her firm behind. Then his hand caressing the now-abused portion of her body before sliding down, pulling her knees further apart, stretching the nerve ending at the part of her that is crying out for fulfillment.
Having her properly positioned, Joe kneels on the ground just off the bed, his mouth returning to the arduous task of ensuring her warm wetness is ready.
When she obeys and places her mouth on Dev's member, Joe's tongue flicks her clit and two of his fingers plunge into her well. Encouraging.
Jo moves her easily. Not only is she light, but she responds to the direction. The tap on her bottom elicits a small sound, a meep of surprise. Her eyes wide.
She looks down at Dev under her. Her weight shifts to her knees momentarily as she removes Dev's undergarment with lithe, nervous fingers. As she is somewhat precariously perched, she only manages to get them down to his mid thighs or so, but it is enough to reveal his manhood to her in its entirety. She blushes. The color traveling down her hour glass figure. And then, while looking up at Dev the entire time with eyes at both completely innocent and so full of lust that a mere glance might incinerate her lovers should they become complacent, she licks her lips. Her weight going back to all fours, her tongue laps against the two identical testes, tasting the soft skin there, taking each one into her mouth before licking up along his shaft, from the base, all the way to the tip, and then that same dexterous tongue circles the tip of his member three times, on the last circuit she closes her lips over the tip, and takes it into her mouth. Her tongue probing ever so gently at the tiny opening on top, to get a taste of him. And then, her eyes still locked on his face, she takes him in deeper and deeper, her throat perfectly controlled, moist, hot, tightening around him the deeper she takes him. Until her lips meet the base; she has taken all of him in one slow swallow. He can feel her throat work as she swallows with him inside her, and then she ever so slowly comes back up for air. Once only his tip is in her mouth once more, her tongue circles and tastes and her head bobs up and down, on the up movement, going so far as to almost allow him to pop out from between her lips, and on the down movement, with her tongue swirling against his hard shaft, taking him as far as she can while maintaining her breathing.
When Jo's fingers plunge into her, ever so gently widening the narrow opening of her hymen, she nearly purrs with pleasure. Her moans making her throat vibrate as she tastes Dev, giving him another sensation.
Her pelvis tilts to accommodate what Jo is doing. Her body cannot help but ever so slightly rock back and forth as he gives her pleasure. The pressure builds and builds as he stimulates the most sensitive spot over her clit with his tongue. His fingers can feel her innermost muscles building to a contraction, she's so close, with so little stimulation from him, to loosing herself in bliss. If he wished, he could send her over the edge right now. Her moans audible as she pleasures Dev.
Dev smiles at her girlish blush, but it does not distract him from admiring, lusting after her hourglass figure, her perfect body, the softness that he has been holding himself back from for so long.
Feeling her tongue on him for the first time sends a little shiver through his body, pleasure building as her tongue works its way up and his eyes close involuntarily for a moment as she circles the tip, his member simultaneously shaking with a little pulse and extruding just a drop of pre-cum.
As she takes him deeper and deeper into her, she feels him pulse again and swell in girth. His eyes flutter just a shade and there is something of perhaps surprise? "Gods that's good...how?" he seems to stammer before closing his eyes, and regaining control. He seems to be considering reassessing just how he's going to approach the rest of this. As Parker continues to work his entire shaft, he begins a slow blink, like he wants to close his eyes, but can't bear not to see her incredible body, her beautiful face, and what she is doing to him. He grows larger still.
Then, his tongue moves down, tasting her nectar as it snakes into her hole. Loving the taste. As his tongue moves back up to her clit, the sensations more intense, faster, he slips three fingers within her. The pressure of their size so close to pain but not quite passing that threshold.
In perfect cohort, his tongue and the fingers in her start to move. Pushing her not only to the precipice of pleasure, but off of it, working to make her body ripple and vibrate with climax.
And, at the exact moment that she loses control to her body's pleasure, Joe carefully works the middle finger from his other hand, slick with her juices, into her other hole up to the first joint. Associating that extra pressure with the pleasure of orgasm.
Even as Dev's member grows larger, somehow Parker is able to accommodate him. Her lips firmly around his shaft, she continues to work up and down. She alternates several quick shallow mouthfuls where her tongue plays with his head, with slower and deeper moments, when she takes all of him, all the way into her. She seems to derive sincere enjoyment out of this. She loves the way he tastes, how he feels around her lips. The thought of what she's doing to him brings forth nearly as much moisture and heat between her legs as what Jo is doing to her with his amazing tongue.
And then Jo takes what he is doing to the next level. Parker gulps, throat constricting around Dev's shaft, and she is barely able to manage shallow mouthfuls of him. She sucks upon Dev's member, hard - but not uncomfortably so, in waves that echo her pleasure, sucking and releasing over and over again, as it is all she can do to hang on. Her moans are audible and Dev can feel each one vibrate his shaft. Her eyes are large and fixed on Dev's. Her hands tangled in the sheets, holding on for dear life.
Jo can feel her contract around his fingers. Her orgasm a powerful series of waves and contractions, attempting to pull his fingers further into her lower mouth. Even the finger of his other hand is engulfed in the spasms, as the intensity of her climax increases with the addition of his finger in her other virgin opening. The pressure on his fingers a promise of what could be, if only he were less of a gentleman.
Parker, always cautious and resistant up until she met Dev and Jo, gives in to the sensations, looses herself in the orgasm, trusting Jo and Dev to keep her.
He moves behind her, hands running over her back, arms, legs. Petting her as she comes back to earth. Then, and once Dev has stopped flowing into Parker's naturally talented mouth, Joe pulls her mouth away from the other man's body, his pressure bringing her slight weight only on her knees. Then his hands almost circle her tiny waist, lifting, placing her so that she straddles Dev's upper thighs, just a little to low on the other man's body for her to be able to sink onto the ranger's still hard and throbbing member.
Joe moves up onto the bed behind her, his chest to her back, his arms moving around her. Holding her, supporting her, her breasts and spread legs on perfect display to the partially sated man on the bed. Joe kisses her earlobe and his hardness slides between her thighs, but does not move into her. Instead his gentle thrusts are along her lips, rubbing her clit, but not moving into the lower mouth that is craving something to fill it.
His hands move to her breasts, weighing and judging them, finding them perfect. Then, as he starts to speak quietly into her ear, he finds her pebble hard nipples and starts to pinch. The perfect amount of pressure to add just a touch of pain, which serves only to heighten the pleasure. "Look down at Dev, kitten. Look at how well you wet him. Look at his body, still so ready for you, still so needful of what only you can give us." His teeth nip her earlobe. His thrusts, so close to what she wants, but currently only serving to rev her body to orgasm again, speed up, the tip of his head moving from just below her anus to the just past her clit with each stroke.
"And you felt so good, tasted so good. And I want you so much." His fingers squeeze and then relax. His movements stop, his member just under her. "So tell me what you want, what you need, kitty." He kisses her neck, "And if you are very, very good, I'll make sure you get what you need."
Dev's seed pulses into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Parker instincually swallows between moans, which continue even after Jo has stopped stimulating her, her body tingling with little aftershocks. She drinks Dev dry, her throat working around his shaft as he comes, she continues sucking upon his member up to the point that Jo pulls her mouth away from Dev's body. She makes a small noise of protest, which is quickly forgotten under his ministrations.
Her breathing is labored as Jo's hardness slides between her thighs. She obediently looks down at Dev as Jo speaks. Her gaze wanders over his body, from his eyes down to his hardness. She is beyond words herself, and it takes a moment for her to respond to Jo's instruction. There are so many feelings going through her. Her head turns so she can look at Jo's eyes as his movements stop, his member positioned so full of promise; underneath her, Dev laid out like a banquet.
She doesn't even know where to begin. All she knows is the nearly bottomless ache inside her, the need to be filled by the two men she loves. Knowing now that she will not lose who she is when she gives herself to them. All she wants is to be possessed, to be taken, to be made theirs, as she knows they belong to her. She needs Jo and Dev to delve into her, to make her feel their fire. And then Jo's fingers sqeeze her breasts.
She nearly whimpers with need. She is so wet that Jo has been very well lubricated by his teasing thrusts between her thighs. And Dev is glistening with a mixture of his own juices and Parker's saliva. How does she tell them what she needs? How can she say what she feels? Her words are said to Jo, as she looks at him, but Dev knows they are also meant for him. Always for both of them. Her loves. Different from each other like night and day, yet still so many things in common. The two men could play her like a well tuned instrument, if only they desired. Her words are halting, almost fearful, for they come from her innermost desires, from the deepest place in her soul. She cannot lie to them. It's just not in her nature. But it's so hard to make sense of the maelstrom inside. Maybe these aren't the exact words Jo is waiting to hear, she's not sure if he is expecting her to detail what she needs him to do to her this very moment, because she cannot tell him that, but they are the words she needs to say, and so she says them, her eyes wide with the need her body feels as Jo and Dev are so tantalizingly close.
"I need to... be taken in hand. ...I don't mind holding my own, I'm an artist, an adventurer, strong, capable. But... I need, need your will, your pleasure, your guidance, your command. ...I need you to possess me, to f^*& me, to dominate me. To give yourself to me while taking all that I am. To pursue me. Always to come for me. I need you to never take me for granted. To not be afraid of me, even when I am in my darkest places and terrified of myself. I need you to compel my strength, to not doubt me because of my inherent corruption or treat me like I am naive just because I am innocent. I need you to make love to me. I need you so much. I want you so much. I..." Her voice is breathy, her words soft and halting and true. "I want, so very much, to have the two of you fill me, where your fingers where. In.... both places." Shy all of a sudden, yet she cannot help but move her body as its needs overwhelm her, her pelvis tilting back and forth so that Jo's member glides dangerously against her clit, so close to entering her. Dev can see her hips gyrate deliciously. An undulation so full of promise. A tease, yet not a tease.
Dev stares transfixed. His erect hardness quivers in anticipation. Her words affect him palpably. He does not have the will that Jo does, but despite his need, he still wants what is best for her, whether she knows it or not. "One thing at a time, precious Kitten. One experience at a time. When you are on top you have some control, but Jo will be there to help to guide you...and take control if he feels it is necessary. If and when he decided to completely fill you as well and sandwich you between us, you will lose even that. It will be his choice if and when that will happen, or mine if our rolls reverse." he pauses looking up at Jo, possibly acknowledging his presence for the first time tonight. His eyes return gaze penetrating into the clouded orbs of the woman he loves, "I want you on me, Kitten, I want to feel you impale yourself upon me. I want you to ride me until Jo tells you otherwise. If you do not, if you stop, I will need to take control." Dev does not move, other than to move his hand to the base of his member, ensuring it is completely vertical. He continues to stare into her eyes.
He moves sinking just the very tip of his head into her for a moment, pulling out before she can pull him in further. His moan, pulled from him as he felt her tight folds caress him, is involuntary and speaks more of how close he is to loss of his own control than his voice would suggest. 'oh kitten'
With supreme effort, Joe starts to talk again, the husky note in his voice shaded with his moan. "You want one of us there and you want one of us," the head of his manhood presses against the tight bud, the threshold of starting to push past its tight barrier, "here." He moves away from the promise, resuming his exterior stimulation. "And, kitty, I promise we will."
"I will never hurt you though, love, and your butt is so tight, I could barely fit my finger. And," emphasizing the words with his head rubbing against her slit, "both of us are a little bigger than my finger." His chuckle is low, hinting at evil plans, "Plus I want to open you up slowly, to tease you, not rip you open." The teasing drops slightly, "And I need to be in you too much to do that right now."
"But I can start." With that his dips just his head into her deliciously wet honeypot, groaning with pleasure, as his member twitches with need. Again pulling out before either of them can do more, puts his hands on her waist, and moves her up those few inches between Dev's upper thighs and straddling the other man's waist.
Now it is Dev's member than rests at her pink, perfectly smooth entrance. Then Joe pushes her hips down, just a bit, so that Dev's head is in her tight entrance. He leaves her there, just barely breached. One hand goes to her clit, stroking, the pleasure tripled with the extra pressure from the member just barely within her. He roughly pulls on her nipple. "Move." Command in his voice.
Her flesh quivers with pleasure and anticipation. They know what she needs. They will give her everything she's asked for and more. All she has to do is submit. And so she does. Jo has positioned her, and her body is already fluent... Even though she has never spoken this language before. She moves on top of Dev, her warmth enveloping him, taking him into her depths. She is tight, but her wetness and Jo's careful guidance give her pleasure in place of pain. And somehow she knows just what to do, exactly how to move. A trickle of blood is visible on Dev's shaft as she rides him. But Parker doesn't notice.
Then he starts to move his finger in and out, massaging her interior with the tip of his finger. But, his tempo is counter to her pace on Dev. When she goes down Joe's finger is out and only comes back when she pulls up on Dev, never letting her have that sense of fullness.
His teasing continues until he feels she is drawing close to orgasm, then, and only then, when she twitches around Dev, does he give her a little of what she wants. A second finger slips in with the first, filling her, stretching her second hole, trying hard to minimize the pain with the pleasure of her second orgasm.
After all, he is far from done with her for the night, his member seems to remind her, pressed between the cheeks of her butt.
Her moans are soft sounds of joy. As she rides Dev, her eyes close slowly, and open with every burst of pleasure. She watches Dev, his face, his chest, his abs. Fascinated by his body as he helps accentuate her movements over him. Her hands cover Dev's for a moment, as she feels how he guides her, learns what he likes. She is on her knees, and she leans back, against Jo, letting him balance her as one of her arms move back, reach for Jo, to run through his hair, the side of his face. She looks over at him as he teases her so, with his finger, and then as the orgasm builds, and her focus is back on Dev. Her palm upon Dev's chest, just over his heart. She gasps, her breath coming shorter and shorter, and then a cry of pleasure, as her muscles contract around his shaft, pulsing against him rythmically, pulling him deeper into her. Her soprano voice, musical even now, her moans a perfect pitch, a balance between rythm and harmony. "Dev." His name an exquisite whisper, a gasp in the midst of her climax.
Jo slips a second finger into her from behind. She's so very tight in the throes of orgasm, but yet, she is quickly, almost unaturally so, able to relax as he stretches her gently. The sensation of his fingers entering her, of his hardness pressed against her so close to his fingers is overwhelmingly wonderful. On the edge of mixing pleasure and pain, the pleasure is taking the lead, the small amounts of pain, the rawness of loosing her virginity, is overtaken by the amazing sensations of Dev filling her, of Jo's fingers bringing her to orgasm. Rather than causing stress and discomfort, Jo is giving her new heights of pleasure. Both Dev and Jo can see the extasy on Parker's face. She has never climbed to heights like these. She had never expected to. She is both surprised and pleased and yet, wants more. So much more. Her body reacts before her mind. Even as she continues to ride Dev through her orgasm, even as another builds, her hips and pelvis angle ever so slightly, letting Jo's member glide between her cheeks freely. "Jo" She gasps as another orgasm overtakes her. Her internal muscles clenching at Jo's fingers, and even harder, at Dev's slick member.
As he thrusts into her with slow sure strokes, "If you really want to take us both, kitten, you need to make sure you keep Dev interested." Emphasizing his words, by slipping a third finger into her. More stretching, but still far less than would be needed for her to take either of her lovers. Quietly, whispering in her ear, "Are you sure, kitty?"
He continues to watch, hands moving with her, still helping to guide her weight into and against Jo. Sinking her into him. He listens to Jo's words, watches to see what his Kitty will do.
.
She knows Jo is talking and she's trying to listen, but its so hard to concentrate with Dev under her, looking up at her, with his hardness covered in her juices... and with Jo thrusting in and out, hitting the perfect spot inside her. And then he slips another finger inside her from behind. She can't think. Not with what Dev is doing to her nipples, this rough interplay that is a wonderful torture. What is Jo asking her? She tries to put together the pieces. But all she knows is that her lovers are giving themselves to her, that Jo is preparing her, that he is inside her, and that he and Dev are in control. Your lever, my pivot." She acknowledges Jo's power over her, Dev's power. She is giving herself to both men, without telling them what to do. She is sure.
Gentle fingers of one hand caress Dev's testicles, making swirly patterns, feeling the soft skin there, keeeping him interested while exploring his body as Jo explores hers.
Her emotions, written across her face, have him spellbound. So much pleasure, so close to pain. Can the two be intertwined?
Although his peripheral vision picks up the rest of her and all her movements, his eyes are transfixed on her face. At this moment, this wonderful moment which he wants to keep for eternity, all he wants is to bring her to ecstasy one more time...and as soon as he thinks it, he knows its a lie, because as soon as she comes down just a little, he knows he will want to take her there again. His member aches, even with what she is doing to him, it yearns for the wonderful sensations that he voluntarily relinquished for her. He watches and waits, drinking in her every movement, her every sound. Continuing to play her body with his fingers.
Then, when she her body starts to vibrate and squeeze around him, when ALL he would like to do is stay buried in her, he pulls out with a growl. His fingers which had been twisting, plunging, playing with her, pull out to just the tips, spread slightly, and ever so slowly, inch by inch, he pushes his manhood into her. Pausing whenever her body tenses with pain, but always deeper when he starts again. Deep inside her, he pauses so she can adjust to him. A hand moves around, a long finger sliding into her, it's tip massaging the point within her that his hardness had been stimulating. His voice, harsh with need, but teasing her, "Do you want me to move, kitty?"
A soft pearl of laughter in the midst of moans as Dev's questing hand tickles her bellybutton. She leans into Dev's touch, loving the sensations of his cool hands on her flushed skin. Her orgasm bringing forth more soft sounds of extasy.
Jo enters her from behind, his shaft slick with her moisture. She cries out. Not in pain, but rather in a complex pleasure. The feeling so intense that if Jo had gone any faster or hadn't prepared her so lovingly, that pain might well have been the result. He makes his way deeper and ever so deeper, and when he asks her if he should move within her, she can answer in only one way. Beyond words, she leans forward, her breasts swaying over Dev. Weight now also on her hands, she undulates, the move making Dev's hard member glide against her and showing Jo that he can move as he desires, into and out of her. Teasing Dev... Wouldst it be wonderful if only his hips thrust up a little? He could enter her with little resistance. She is sandwiched between her two lovers.
Of course Dev does notice how ready and available Kitty's treasure box is for him. The thought of plunging his sexual organ into her ready & waiting receptacle causes a tiny spurt of fluid to ejaculate and run down his erection.
He is not ready to give her this pleasure. She must be ready, she may be there, but why rush things? He wants her pleasure drawn out as much as they can. How long can he hold out? He's not sure. Another orgasm, maybe two? The fingers of his left hand trail lightly against her skin, down from the side of her face, down her neck, back to playing the part of her body swaying above him so tantalizingly. His right hand, already on another integral part of the unique masterwork instrument above him. His fingers press lightly, gliding around the outside of her hot, sexy slit, opening it just a hair more, reaching the bottom, they slide back up, just slightly within the initial entrance, his two fingers make brief contact with her most sensitive nub, a full joint caressing both sides before starting the process all over again. He times the rhythm to match Joe's movements. He will not rush it. When she does climax, his fingers circle her clit, drawing out her feelings of ecstacy as long as he can, settling back into the pace of the measure, listening to her breathing to set the tempo, but always keeping it in time with Jo's thrusts. Three instruements performed separately create noise, this instrument, played in concert are creating the symphony running through the beautiful body above him.
The music of sensual pleasure running through his instrument has his full attention, he helps to bring her to one more orgasmic crescendo...perhaps, as she begins to come down from the clouds, perhaps this time... he notes the trembling throughout, he knows she is strong, but she is his...she is Jo's...she is their's and they are hers...but how much can she stand? His fingers slide tantalizingly around their circuit again.
Then, leaning forward, his hands slip under her, each one finding her perfectly shaped breasts. Cupping, squeezing, rolling her nipples in between thumb and forefinger with the perfect pressure. He continues her play her body until he feels her body begin to rev up to orgasm. Then his plunging, delving tool speeds up just a hair. Into her ear, his whispers, "This time... Come for me kitty."
Her rear continues to stay elevated, Jo's thrusts and Dev's fingers building her up again. She moans, the sound doesn't carry far, but it is full of longing and desire and love. It is the sound her perfectly trained voice was created for. Depths of passion she could never do justice before with her voice, all if a sudden begin to pour out of her, finally set free. All that's missing is the final overture, and Parker doesn't know if she can make it that long. Everything is so intense, more real than ever before. She feels everything Jo and Dev are doing to her. She feels a deep building ache inside, like something more incredible than anything she has felt up to this point is about to be unleashed. But Dev is holding back, and Jo is being so careful with her.
He matches pace with Dev, the two men rising in coordinated tempo to give her pleasure, without ever fully filling her simultaneously. As his seeking tool speeds up, the thrusts are just a bit more forceful but always with an underlying care for the beloved woman's well being.
Then, when her body has been pushed to many times to ecstasy, when more would be too much, that final crest, he buries himself in her as Dev does, letting himself go. The two men both inside her, both of them filling her. There are no words, none spoken, but only the language of his being worshiping her.
As Dev enters her, Parker lets out a soft sigh. Contentment. Something more. Completion, perhaps. She writhes with the pleasure of being between the two men, her pelvis moving against Dev, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, even as both men stimulate her internally, and build her towards not only an external clitoral orgasm, but also an internal one. Her slight weight resting on Dev, one arm goes behind her back, to find Jo's hip, to feel him there, to hold him as he moves. Her breasts rub against Dev as she undulates with the movement of both men.
Dev and Jo match their pace, somehow coordinating their thrusts in ways that build Parker to new heights of pleasure. The more they speed up, the closer Parker's climax builds. And then, right before they climax, Parker reaches that point first. A tidal wave of sensation passes through her, pelvic muscles contracting and relaxing in an intense rolling wave that threatens to milk both men, before they come within her, drawing them in deeper, squeezing their members tightly over and over and over, until Parker herself cannot go on anymore. And yet both men continue, past the point of no return, when Parker begins to see stars, the motes of light that have been denied her for years. She is beyond moans and screams of pleasure. She is quite possibly near to loosing consciousness, and she doesn't even notice. All she is aware of are Dev and Jo. Jo and Dev. One man in front of her, and the other behind her, locked in giving themselves to her. In spending their seed within her. And then they do. They let themselves go, filling her, holding her, whispering to her.
Parker doesn't hear what Dev is saying. She only knows she is loved and being held. She feels amazing. Like light and joy and hope and dreams. Her whole body is singing, singing a tune she has never before sang. She is practically buzzing with the pleasure coursing through her. Aftershocks rippling, making their presence felt to both Jo and Dev, as they remain inside her, even without moving. Parker's breathing is fast, labored. A labor of love. She smiles, and the tender glance makes her more beautiful that she has ever been. Her hair a tangled mass, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and trembling from exertion, a stray feather in her tangled tresses, and yet, yet, she is a vision, a muse, inspiration.
She closes her eyes, her head on Dev's chest, still sandwiched between Jo and Dev. She cannot move. She doesn't even try. She has given herself completely, but she hasn't lost herself. She is amazed at this revelation. She whispers, to herself as much as to her two lovers, "Stars. I see... stars."
Dev smiles contentedly. He continues to hold her close for as long as he is able, throughout the night.