Larry and Bob had shared plenty of women around the neighborhood. Many of them right here in this bedroom, as Larry's wife, Nancy; was very accommodating. Both men had lusted after the sexy blonde when they had seen her sunning herself around the pool but until tonight she had always seemed a bit standoffish.
Slipping his hand into her open dress, he touched Jane's smooth tanned belly with his cupped palms. Now she wore only her sheer black panties beneath the open black evening dress. She'll have that off soon enough, he thought, wedging his hands down under the rounded firmness of her panty-clad buttocks pressed down against the soft mattress. He began twisting and kneading her softly yielding ass-cheeks with a rapidly growing lust.
Suddenly he arched over her, tossing back the top of her dress, and planted his mouth firmly on her upthrust breast, his lips sucking in a lewd hunger at a tiny pink nipple. Jane gasped involuntarily at the unexpected wet contact, and she tried to push him away, but he simply pinned her down on the bed with his strong arms.
"No… no… please, no!" she pleaded, not too convincingly, as his tongue rolled her sensitive young nipple around in his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling at the delicate bud.
He positioned one arm behind her head so that he could hold her with only his left arm, and began gently, rhythmically, to fondle one quivering upthrust: breast with his other hand.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Jane involuntarily gasped between half-parted lips, her love-hungry body already beginning to stir as Larry caressed her warm resilient flesh with his fingertips, leaving tiny red trails on the delicate skin around her pink nipples. He held the erect little bud between his thumb and forefinger, firmly massaging the lovely peak until it grew rubbery and hard. In spite of herself, Jane's breath came faster as his knowledgeable fingers played her breast nerves like a musical instrument, bringing a song of pleasure throughout her lush body.
"Nooooo… please, don't," the young wife moaned as his mouth fastened on her nipple again, his free hand probing deeper and deeper down her flat tanned abdomen toward the warm eager flesh of her vagina.
Abruptly, he rose back to his knees and withdrew his hands from inside her dress, then began rolling it up from the hem, exposing her thighs, panties, then her naked breasts, and finally yanking it off over her head. She lay trembling in a combination of confusion and desire beneath him, wearing only her black bikini panties as she backed cautiously toward the headboard.
"Come on, Janie… loosen up," he said, running his big hairy hands up the thin shapely smooth flesh of her legs.
"No… Larry, please… this has gone far enough," the young blonde wife pleaded in vain as he twisted his fingers in her flimsy see-through panties and slowly, teasingly, drew them down over the ripe flare of her hips. He worked them down past the inviting juncture of her firm full thighs. Her sparse blonde pubic hair formed a tantalizing vee-shaped mouth that held his eyes like a magnet, marking the warm wetness of her secret flesh that lay just below. A second later, her panties were tossed over to Bob, who sniffed them and raised one eyebrow in appreciation.
"Eating stuff," he said laconically.
Now Jane seemed to be moaning in a half daze, as if she were not really aware yet of what was happening to her, and that only intensified the erotic picture her innocent tanned body offered to the two men as Larry knelt up beside her naked body on the mattress.
Bracing himself with one hand against the bedside table, Larry unsnapped his pants and worked his zipper down; slowly he lifted one leg, then the other, and finally only his jockey shorts remained.
"Bob… Bob… don't let Larry do this… "Jane called to her other neighbor, but there was no answer.
Turning her head, she saw him staring avidly from the corner at her young body's nakedness illuminated in the light of the bed lamp.
Unexpectedly, Larry moved from his chair and picked up the glass she had left on the table beside the bed. Seconds later, he was back with the glass half-filled with more of the amber-colored liquid.
"Here, drink this," he handed her the Scotch. "We're all going to have a good fuck, so you might as well get used to it and relax… come on… you were willing enough earlier tonight when you were flashing those big tits around for the whole party..
Grabbing the glass, Jane gulped down the liquor in two quick swallows, waiting for the alcohol to give her sanctuary as it blurred the already hazy faces of her two neighbors sitting with her on the bed. She closed her eyes and waited for the booze to do its job, and gradually she felt herself sinking into a near-stupor where she tottered on the brink of numbness and mindlessness. Her brain was turning and revolving until, quite suddenly, it fell out of the whirling vortex into a deep dark warm hole of utter blackness. Her mind was still conscious of the thoughts she had had earlier in the day regarding taking a lover but she hadn't meant it seriously… or had she? At any rate, she was here!
When she recovered from her little reverie, she knew immediately she was still stretched out on the bed. She barely opened her eyes, wanting to delay as long as possible the fact that she was actually here. She could feel the two men's bodies, lying now on either side of her. Both had their hungry glanced locked on her body, and she could almost feel the physical impact of the lust that glowed in each pair of eyes… oh, God, I'm completely naked! she suddenly remembered. She looked down the length of her body and saw it almost glowing in the dark. Her clothing lay strewn on the floor. The last vestiges of her personal privacy were lost and she felt so alone and so vulnerable.
At the same time, the situation suddenly reminded her of her husband and how he had aroused her so deeply only last night, then left her hanging and frustrated and unsatisfied. Suddenly, the low flame that she had been aware of for days flared up like a blast furnace in her belly. No… no… I can't even think of it… I'll get up and go soon
Through heavily lidded eyes, she gazed to either side at the two men, and her heart flung itself into her throat at the sight of their nakedness. She had never seen any man undress, but Matt… and now the sight of two naked men… one on either side of her, was almost too much for her alcohol-dimmed and still half-aroused consciousness.
They had removed their own clothes after she had half passed out. Larry, dark-haired and broad-faced, had a heavy stocky body, but he was much more strongly muscled than she would have imagined from seeing him in his clothes. His legs were thick, covered with hair; one knee was raised up as he lay on his side next to her, his hotly pulsating cock spearing into her waistline. On the other side, Bob had stripped off his jockey shorts, and also lay stretched out beside her, his slim, sinewy body pressing tight up to hers. As he watched her breathing breasts the hard warmth of his virilely throbbing cock ground against her smooth tapered thighs. I'm not going to respond… I'm not going to… she repeated over and over to herself
One of Larry's hands came to rest on her thigh, moving slowly. inexorably towards the tempting mound of her femininity. She stiffened involuntarily, but not enough for them to notice. His hand played in the silk-like hair of her blonde triangle for a moment, then his fingers slid down into her wetly glistening vaginal slit to tease her sensitive little clitoris.
Oooooohhhhh… ooohhh…" a soft helpless whimper escaped uncontrollably from her lips. Under his probing hand, her pelvis writhed and involuntarily arched up from the mattress. She hadn't wanted to give any indication that she was enjoying this. She thought if she pretended she was asleep they would leave her alone. I've ruined everything, she thought, but I just can't help it.