I handed the bottle to Alex without a word. I didn't dare talk. Threads of fire were sewing themselves throughout my stomach.
He took the bottle and drank from it. I watched his adam's apple bob as it flowed down his throat. He took the longest swig and didn't bat an eye. He handed the bottle back to Jack.
We passed the bottle back and forth twice more. By the third time I'd sipped from it, I was literally feeling no pain. My body was numb, like it belonged to someone else. My head felt as though it had been removed from my shoulders, and I found myself listening to my own voice in fascination. My voice sounded like an echo.
"That's wonderful!" I said. My words stuttered out between giggles.
"You're damned right it is!" Jack said.
Alex was laughing quietly to himself.
"Let me have another drink," I said. I tried to grab the bottle from Alex.
"Hold on," he said, laughing. "Hold it a minute!"
"Hey, Carol, now!" Jack said. His voice was easy and flowing, like the drink. "Don't get so stoned that you pass out on us!"
"I'd bet you'd love that," I said. "You'd take advantage of me in my weakened state, wouldn't you!"
"You're fuckin'-aye right I would!"
"Well, then," I said. "Come on over here next to me. You can't take advantage from there. I don't care how big your cock is!"
Jack weaved across to the sofa. I slid over to be in the middle. Alex looked up from his laughing and smiled at me. Jack fell down heavily.
"Come closer," I said to both of them. "And let me have another drink."
Both men slid closer to me. I was aware of their bodies pressed close to mine. Jack had his thigh pressed against mine, and he was rubbing it up and down. Alex had his hands in his lap, and I could feel the side of his arm against the swell of my tit.
Someone handed me the bottle. I lifted it to my lips, as I drank, I felt a hand begin to massage my right tit. It was Jack. He had his hand on the outside of my dress, squeezing his palms and fingers together.
As the fire slid down my throat, I felt another hand touch me, circling almost timidly around my other tit. It was Alex's hand.
"What have we here?" I said. My head was spinning from the excitement and the drink. "You dirty men!"
They kept their hands on me, squeezing and massaging each breast. I felt my nipples grow hard, and a pleasant warmness seemed to settle in my crotch.
"That's nice," I moaned. I had my eyes closed. Two hands, I thought. Two men! Two cocks!
"Carol," Jack said. "You got nice boobs, you know. Anybody ever tell you that before?"
I giggled without opening my eyes. "Yes," I said. "My husband."
"Your husband!" he exclaimed. "You married?"
"Shhh. Don't talk." I opened my thighs slightly, pressing my legs against each body. The fire had dripped from my stomach and was now burning in my cunt.
I felt a hand slip from my tit, then slide around behind my back. I leaned forward and the hand pulled down the zipper of my dress. I felt the material loosen and fall forward away from my tits.
"Better this way," Jack said.
The hand that opened the zipper slid over my shoulder and down into the front of the dress. It was Jack's hand, and he slid it hi place over my right breast. He cupped the silken material of the cloth bra, and rubbed his fingers across the tip, where my nipple poked out from the open cupped bra.
"Put your hand down inside," Jack said to Alex. "I think you're going to find something you'll like."
Alex followed suit. The dress pulled very tightly across my back and shoulders. He had to force his hand down the dress until he, too, was cupping my tit and playing with the naked nipple.
My eyes were still closed, and hot flushes of raw sexuality were washing across my body like a hot bath. I savored the sensuality of what was happening to me, and I dared to let my mind leap forward in time to imagine what else would happen. My cunt was wet, and my thighs were quivering. Only this time they were not quivering from fear any longer.
"Hummmmmr I moaned. "That's wild! Two pairs of hands! One soft and gentle, and the other hard and rough. One pinching and the other caressing. Christ! It's wild!"
I suddenly remembered the night from long ago with Fran and Kenny. That night, we were on a couch also. Mark and Kenny were working on me together then. But this night is better! A hundred times better. Neither of the men were Mark.
"Let me take my arms out," I suggested. "I don't want to rip the dress."
The hands slipped out, and I pulled the dress forward. I pulled my right arm free from the sleeve, and then my left arm. The material of the dress flopped forward and bent in half. My tits were revealed. I was naked to the waist.
The hands tightened around the tits again. They squeezed with different touches and tempos. Alex was caressing my breast lightly, allowing his fingers to tickle softly across the swell of flesh, flicking the nipple with his fingernail. Jack was rougher. His hands tightened around the tit and squeezed inward like he was squeezing a rubber ball. It felt as though he was grinding my flesh back against my chest. I could feel the thick callouses on the palms of his hands as they scraped excitingly across my nipples. The touch of Alex's hands was almost the complete opposite. His hands were soft and smooth, almost like a woman's hands. The contrast between the two touches sent shivers of fire through my cunt, and made my pussy twitch wetly.
"Is that all you're going to do is touch?" I asked. "Isn't anyone going to suck them?"
Jack was the first one to oblige my request. I felt his breath on the nipple before I felt his lips: it was hot, and it snorted thickly. Then his lips: I felt them close over the end of my tit, sucking the nipple up into his mouth. He hardly used his tongue, but instead, used his lips and suction. He drew on the nipple as though he were attempting to suck milk from it. I could feel his teeth every once in a while as they scraped across the nipple. His teeth were sharp, and they sent waves of excitement down through my stomach to tickle against my clitoris.
Alex dropped his head down after a moment. He had to turn his face to the side so that he wouldn't bang his head into Jack's. Their two faces were inches from each other, and I placed a hand on each man's head, and pressed them against my tits.
Alex was all tongue. A thick, wet, hot tongue. He lashed the nipple stiffly, beating it rapidly up and down as his mouth closed over the naked part of my tit. His tongue stroked the nipple as though it were a clitoris, and he were attempting to bring on my orgasm. His tongue was like wet friction against my nipple.
I could feel myself slowly going out of my mind. There was a different pleasure on either side of my body. On my left side, I felt a hard, squeezing pulling, with teeth chewing pleasurably against my tit On the other side, I felt a wet licking tongue that was awakening my nipple to levels of pleasure never imagined. Together, my body was torn with a crazy kind of sexual schizophrenic pleasure.
A hand fell from my tit and slid up my thigh. It was Alex's hand, taking for the first time the initiative. His mouth remained on my tit, and he ground his hand tightly against my groin, squeezing the flesh of my thigh. He wasn't touching my cunt directly-just teasing it with the hardness of the side of his hand.
Jack's hand followed. He slipped his hand over Alex's and cupped my cunt through my dress. He squeezed the mound inwardly with the same rough, thick fingers, and continued to chew his teeth against my nipple.
Alex's pushed Jack's hand, and it briefly slid across my cunt. His fingers tightened against me; different fingers, applying different pressures and touches. Alex's fingers were longer than Jack's, and I felt them curl under my body, touching the underside of my cunt.
Then Jack's hand returned, but Alex only relinquished a part of my cunt. Jack grabbed at the flesh, and Alex continued to caress the mound. I had two pairs of hands touching my cunt, and two sets of lips and teeth against my breasts. My body felt as though it was melting against the sofa.