0 comments/ 19121 views/ 0 favorites From The Other Side By: FriskyOne Mr. D heard the shuffling of feet first and then the sliding of the drawer. He liked his new home especially feeling the sexy lingerie against him. It sure beat the box he called home for the last three months. He saw a small hand push the green panties aside and gently pick him up. He watched as the woman’s other hand picked up Mr. V and placed him next to him. He couldn’t see the woman’s face very well as she carried them both to a nightstand beside the bed. Her hands felt warm and sweaty. He could see her gray eyes staring down at them for few seconds, while she slowly unbuttoned her dark blue blouse. She turned, removed her blouse, slipped off her shoes and walked to the bathroom across the bedroom. “Hey, who are you?” Mr. D asked. “Well, I’ve been called many names. Lover, darlin’, sweet thing, but you can call me V or Mr. V,” Mr. V answered. “Then I guess you can call me Mr. D or D for short.” “It looks like she’s had another frustrating day,” Mr. V said letting out a mild groan. “What are you talking about, Mr. D said, who is she?” “She’s an average woman with a big sexual appetite and she’s about to wear me out. I sure wish she would find someone that wasn’t much of a jerk. “I didn’t get a good look at her face, but from I could see from the rear she has a good looking body. So what is her problem?” Mr. D asked. “The problem is some of the stupid guys she goes out with are just out for a good time or what they can get. This woman wants to be made love to, not just fucked.” “Well I like her choice of sexy panties, but hey how do you know all this about her?” “Well, I’ve been around here for just over 12 years. Her husband bought me in Hong Kong. I was her companion while he was at sea all the time.” “Where is her husband anyway?” “He was washed overboard during a typhoon almost 10 years ago.” “Say for being over 12 years old, you don’t look in too bad a shape.” “Well, she’s taken pretty good care of me. I’ve been kissed, licked, washed, petted, stroked, and just plain loved. In return I’ve given her the pleasure she wants and needs. “So why am I here?” Mr. V asked. “I guess I’m getting a little old and she wants something a bit bigger. You’re about 8-9 inches, are you? “9 inches to be exact.” “Plus she wants something she has more control over, I think, and not battery powered. I bet she’s gone through a couple of cases of batteries with me in the past 12 years.” “Shhh… Mr. V said when he saw the woman walk back into the bedroom. They both watched as she unzipped her red skirt and slide it down her legs. She looked at her reflection in the tall mirror as she folded the skirt and placed it on the chair. She turned side to side, lifting her salt and pepper short hair, admiring her mature reflection in the mirror. Her lavender bra, panties, and garter belt made her look sexy, despite the few extra pounds around her waist and stomach. The coffee colored nylons with the seam up the back made her legs look long and slender. She turned and looked over her shoulder and gave her best Betty Grable pose admiring her derriere and sexy legs. “Mmm…she looks great,” Mr.D remarked. “She is, Mr. V said, and by the look in her eyes we are going to get a work out tonight.” They both watched as her hands traveled up her legs one at a time to smooth the nylons. Her fingers touched the top of her thighs and came together on her panty-clad mound. They heard her gasp as her fingers touched the lips of her love canal through her panties. The upper part of her body straightened, as her arms pushed at the sides of breasts. Her nipples were hard and pressed against her lacy bra. “Man she’s hot, Mr. D remarked, she looks good enough to eat.” “I hope you are hungry because you’re about to be fed,” Mr. V said. They watched her as she rolled her nipples through the bra and turned to view her derriere in the mirror. She slithered on the bed on her hands and knees and pulled back the covers and laid on her back with her legs spread. One hand was on her nipples and the other in her crotch as she looked deeply at herself in the mirror. She grabbed Mr. V, turned his white knob and let his vibrating head trace over her breasts stimulating her nipples. Mr. V purred like a kitten when he felt the softest of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples. He could hear the woman’s breathing come quickly as she guided him around each breast and slowly down her stomach to her panty-covered love nest. He felt the moisture and heat of her sweet smelling pussy as she rubbed his head up and down her slit. “Lord I love my work, I truly do,” he thought as he purred along feeling the wetness seeping through her warm, silky panties. He watched her rub her nipples and heard her grasp as she gyrated her hips against the top of his pointed head. As he hummed along she pushed him harder through the damp material into her love canal. “Come on lady, be a sweetheart, rub me around the mouth of your pussy. Let me feel your nectar of the Gods on me. That’s it. Now, bring me up to your clit. I want to feel the smoothness of it against my head. I love my work, I truly love my work,” Mr. V hummed with vigor. The woman gasped when Mr. V touched her clit. Mr. D watched in amazement as the woman’s body quivered and suddenly stiffened with her hands tightly around Mr. V pressed into her crotch. Her throaty moans changed to squeals, but Mr. V kept humming along. She gave one final squeal, thrashed her body several times and then she went limp. As she laid down catching her breath, he saw Mr. V between her legs glistening with her wetness. And he was still humming. She weakly sat up, grabbed Mr. V, turned off his motor, and laid him on her stomach. It was then Mr. D seen the woman reach over and grab him from the night stand. They both laid side by side on her soft stomach. They felt the rise and fall of her soft skin as her breathing slowly return to normal. Mr. D looked at Mr. V and remarked, “ that was some performance you put on with her. I can tell you really like your work.” “Well kid, I give it my all. Besides I know what she likes and she knows where I can be the most pleasure for her. I may be a little old but…” The woman picked up Mr. V quickly and turned his hummer knob on. She traced his slick head along the top of her panties, then down the curve of her right thigh to her soaked crotch. She picked up Mr. D and held him in up and stared at him. With a slight smile on her face she licked her lips seductively. Mr. D felt the woman’s tongue on his mushroom head. He became moist with her saliva, as she licked his slender rubbery body. Her lips and tongue slid up and down him. Kissing, licking, and nibbling him. He could hear her breathing become shallow and her moans of pleasure became louder. He heard the hum of Mr. V as his mushroom head slid between her lips. Her tongue swirled around his head as her lips encased him in her mouth. ”God, what is she doing to me?” Mr. D thought as she bit down slightly on him. Mr. V loved the feel of her silky panties on his vibrating head, as they became wetter as she moved him slowly up and down her sensitive pussy lips. The musk of her wetness made him hum with perfection. “I love my work, there is nothing better then this in the world,” he thought as he hummed along. He heard her gasp each time her hips rose and fell while she glided his vibrating head up and down her hot pussy. Mr. V saw her clit peaking out waiting to be touched and caressed. “Yes my sweet, rub me gently against your love button,” Mr. V mumbled to himself in anticipation. “My God woman, let me give you the pleasure and release you want.” The woman pulled Mr. D from her mouth with a smack. She licked his head and kissed him passionately and slowly ran him down her body to her steaming hot panty covered love nest. “Hey buddy, how you doing?” Mr. D asked watching his friend sliding up and down along the woman’s pussy. “Can’t you see I’m busy Kid?” Mr. V remarked sharply. The more she becomes excited, so do I.” “Sorry, this is my first time and all and I was just...” Before Mr. D finished his statement, he saw his friend slide under the woman’s panties and he quickly followed. His mushroom head became quickly covered with her juices as she rubbed him up and down her pussy. He could see Mr. V’s head being rubbed back and forth at the top of the woman’s pussy on her sensitive clit. He heard deep moans coming from the woman while she trusted against Mr. V’s vibrating head. Suddenly Mr. D’s world went black and wet. “Oh my God, where am I?” Mr. D asked with a fright. He felt himself being squeezed, then being covered with a warm fluid. He felt himself being pushed further into the darkness and his body being gripped tightly. “Hey buddy, you all right?” Mr. V asked. Mr. D looked around for a few seconds. He saw the woman sleeping peacefully with a pleasant smile on her face. He turned to Mr. V and then realized they were both on a pillow next to her. “You did good, Mr. V remarked, yup I think we will make a fine team, you and I.” From the Other Side Warning, strong sexual content, some forced, multi partner, gang sex, and strong language. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. ***** I've always known I was different, but never just how different until just after I turned twenty five. My life started in abandonment. I was left in the waiting room of a hospital. A nurse found me, took me right up to the baby ward, and I was checked for all known illnesses. I was new born, only hours old, healthy, and strong. I also solved a problem that had arisen some hours back. There was a lot of talk, some stating why it was a bad idea, others on the great chance it was. After being given a clean bill of health, I was slipped into the nursery under the name Gemini DeSoto. My new dad knew the truth, but mom was never told about the switch. Her real daughter had died just before they found me, and mom was in bad shape. Revealing her baby had died, would have likely killed her. So dad agreed to the switch, thankful of my timely arrival. It was decided that the baby, the real Gemini, would be put down as baby doe, and a death certificate made up to attest that she'd been found dead. It was chancy in case my real mother came back for me, but she never did. I was fifteen, my mother had just died, when dad admitted the truth to me. He promised he'd never regretted it. In his eyes I was their daughter. It was also when he stopped coming home every night. Everyone deals with death in their own way. Mine became an obsession with all things sex, except for the act its self. I set my goal three years later. I would shake off my virginity, and I would do so with none of the younger boys my own age. Instead I waited for the guy down the road to come back from college for the weekend. He was twenty six. I knew his parents were gone for the week, so I felt sure he would be alone most of the weekend. Just a little after dark I snuck through the back shrubs. He was sitting by the pool reading. The lights around the back were bright enough to make it nearly daylight, but the wall of shrubs around the place kept the lights from bugging his neighbors. I sidled up and cleared my throat. "Well, where did you come from?" he asked. "I live a few houses down. Your parents let me swim here from time to time." I answered, and it wasn't a lie. I used the pool a lot while they were away, also watering plants and feeding the fish. "Oh, I think they said something about that. You can make yourself at home. Want a soda?" he asked. "Sure thing," I answered. As soon as he was gone I shucked my cloths and dove into the pool. I did this a lot too. I loved the feel of water on the parts of me that were usually covered. "If you're here to feed the fish you're too late. I already did that." He popped the top on the can and set down to dangle is feet in the water. I swam slowly up and took the can from his hand. His mouth hung open. He looked over to my pile of cloths. "Are you naked?" "Why don't you come in and see," I answered. "B bu but . . . how old are you?" he stuttered. "Older than I look, you're safe." He wasn't if his parents found out, but who was going to tell? I wasn't. Besides, I was eighteen now, even though I didn't look it. Most people guessed me at around fifteen, and they were wrong. I backed away, still holding the can, treading water back out to the middle of the pool. He slid in. In just a short time his trunks were on the edge of the pool. He was a handsome guy with blue eyes the color of smoke, sandy blonde hair, and long toned limbs. As he swam out I drained the soda can and tossed it to the pile that was my cloths, and then dove deep to skim the bottom of the pool. I've always been a very good swimmer. This time I was the monster in the water, and I watched him kick as I glided below him and then up along the front of him, noting that the rest of the package wasn't bad either. I trailed my hands along his sides as I came up before him. "Bold little thing too, aren't you?" He had no Idea until I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. I locked my lips to his, tasting him, taking in the smell of him with the pools water. It was arousing, and my body moved of its own accord. I trailed kisses down his neck to his shoulders and rubbed myself against him until we both panted. "What say we go someplace more comfortable?" he asked, and I realized if we didn't get out of the pool, we might well drown. Keeping my legs locked around his hips I paddled us to the shallow end where the stairs were and then once more clung to him like an eel. I knew what I wanted, and I had to be sure he wanted it too. Without taking his lips from mine, he picked me up and carried me from the pool and into the house. When we were part way up the stairs to the second floor, I pushed down a little until I could feel him against my entrance. "Keep that up and we'll be doing it right here on the stairs." He said in a hoarse voice. I didn't care, I just wanted it, so I pushed down again. I felt the soft carpet on my back as he laid me down and drove into me. It was like lightning through me, that first penetration, but I had been prepared. He on the other hand hadn't. "Oh my God, you were a . . ." He started. "But not anymore, stop worrying about it." I said, moving back and forth on what still snuggled deep inside of me. I leaned back so he could see himself moving freely in and out. I knew there would be a little blood, but I didn't think it would be that bad, and it wasn't. With a moan, he scooped me up again and dashed to the bedroom. He made my first time more than I had ever expected, and set my taste for older men. I was nineteen when dad remarried and moved away. We've always stayed in contact, phone calls on holidays and letters here and there. He sends pictures of my, 'half siblings', and tells me he wishes I could meet them. I can't however, a rule made by his new wife. In order for her to marry him, he had to leave all his past behind, and I agreed it would be good for him. I loved him, and she made him happy, so it made me happy. The phone calls are made in secret, and the letters and pictures come via his office, so she will never know. If anything were to happen to him, his secretary will notify me. Then and only then will I darken her door. Beyond that, we live our own lives, and I rarely tell him just what is going on in mine. I'm not sure he would always understand. The few times I'd been caught necking with one guy or another as a teenager, he'd been upset, but he'd been understanding too. College, I'm not sure he'd ever understand that. I have always had an over active sex drive, right from the day I turned thirteen and the hormones kicked in. I've always tried to control it, but sometimes it gets the better of me. . College was different. Now I had hundreds of older men, men just a little older, and my own age, to choose from, and no one here cared. So I'd taken a few men, some of them for more than one night, but I never had the urge to make any of them permanent. I had this feeling that there was something else out there that I had to wait for. One of my memorable moments in college was the boys shower room after a game. I'd slipped in before the players came in from the field, stripped down and hid in one of the back showers. Oh, that was a good romp. A big burly guy held me up so each could have a turn at me. I'm not sure how many had taken a dip when apparently the coach got suspicious and came to see what it was that was going on. "What the hell!" he growled when he caught us. He pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around me and pushed me into his office. When I left, he was still sitting in his chair panting, and I was all smiles. Most of the guys were gone by then, but I made sure to take my fill of the ones that were left. Sex at times was nearly as sustaining as food, but gave me a drug like high, though short lived. I've since graduated collage, have my masters in everything folk. Art, stories, music, and anything in between, I've studied it. I love the stories best, and it doesn't matter the culture. After college I bought a house, my mother left me money enough to survive until I get myself a real life, and I set my mind to finishing a book I started while in college. My topic of choice is Native American beliefs in creation. My goal is to one day go overseas, hear from some of the older cultures, the less talked about. I had yet to look for work, but living in the middle of nowhere, where my new house was, I didn't expect to find much. I hadn't even unpacked everything yet. The day before had been my twenty fifth birthday and we, my best friend and his significant other, had gone out, celebrated pretty hard, but I'd chosen to come home alone that night. Neither had I left the house the next day. Something felt different too me, but I just didn't know what. I was horny as hell, but that wasn't anything new. I'd just locked the house up tight, took my shower for the night, and put on my night shirt. I headed down to the kitchen for my nightly dose of warm milk when it happened. I didn't even know anyone else was in the house, and I was being pressed hard against the wall. I couldn't see him, only feel his hard body pressing into mine to hold me in place. My hands were trapped between me and the wall, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull them out, so I couldn't even fight. I tried to scream, but his hand was over my mouth. I felt him shift and tried to wiggle away, but all I did was allow him to get his legs between mine, which sent a new terror though me. I was far from virgin status, but it didn't mean I wanted to have sex with a stranger I hadn't chosen, and definitely not by force. I tried to cry out when I felt his hand slip between my thighs from behind, but his other hand was still over my mouth. I tried to fight, but his body was so much bigger than my own. I only stand five foot one, and weigh maybe one hundred pounds, and he was solid, it was useless. I cried when his fingers slipped between my inner folds. They were long and thick, but not at all rough. He stroked gently, his fingers touching each part of me, soft like butterfly wings. My body betrayed me. He breathed something into my ear, and I calmed, my senses suddenly drawn to each touch, each stroke along my most private parts. I gasped when his fingers brushed over my clit. It was the most electric feeling I'd ever experienced. I forgot I hadn't asked for this, and that I didn't know this man, or even what he looked like. Then those long thick fingers slid up inside of me and I couldn't help but moan. Deep inside of me they explored, touching and probing places never before touched. He was thorough, his fingers never missing a space, as though he'd memorize the inside of me by touch. He brushed and stroked until my knees went weak, and I would have fallen if not for his body holding me in place. I hadn't even noticed he'd removed his hand from my mouth, until it snaked down between me and the wall to stroke my clit. "Oh, God," I gasped, feeling an orgasm mounting. He moaned in my ear, a whispered sound, and I rocked against his fingers. The sensation pushed my climax right up and over the edge. I shook; my rubber legs useless now, but he still held me tight to the wall. I groaned in protest when he removed his fingers from inside of me. But something new took their place at my entrance. Something hard, smooth, and huge, his cock. He pushed up, but didn't enter. Instead he slipped through my slick slit, his cock rubbing against my now swollen clit. He moved a little, enough to push my legs closed around him. God he was huge, and moved back and forth between my legs, pushing against that little nub with each stroke. My hands, free now, found purchase against the wall beside my head, palms flat. I was so lost in the feel of him; his body tight to mine, his cock moving over my entrance, but never in. The sensation of his heavy breath in my ear and the smell of him, it was like fresh water. "O, feels so good," I breathed. And then he was inside of me, buried so deep I screamed and he nearly lifted me from the floor with nothing but his cock. "O God," I screamed, reached climax in the same instant, my sex quivering around his huge shaft. My muscles flexed, relaxed, and flexed again. He didn't slow, but withdrew and slammed me hard, pressing me tighter to the wall. With each thrust I had to move my hands. I was climbing higher, first onto my toes, then nothing at all. He grabbed my waist with both hands and pounded into me. This man was really tall, and I wasn't touching the floor anymore, but that barely registered. As I came again and again, he slammed into me without mercy. "O yes," I screamed, "Oh God yes." I'd never been fucked so good. I felt raw, animalistic even, and I reveled in what was being done to me. He shifted again, an arm moving around me, just under my sternum, and we moved away from the wall. His finger found my clit again, and I came so hard I nearly fainted. That he was walking, fucking me hard, and rubbing my swollen button didn't register until my bed was in front of me. He'd climbed the stairs even. I was lowered, face down still, into the blankets, impaled on that monster cock, and I was near mindless. He kept my hips up, but pushed my shoulders to the bed. I still couldn't see him, but I didn't care. As long as he kept fucking me, hard, and deep, nothing else mattered. He didn't, his motions slowed, his strokes longer, and languid when he pulled out, but fast and hard when he moved back into me. Each stroke came from a different angle. It was exquisite. He pulled out when I finished another screaming orgasm. I whimpered. I felt his fingers touch my clit and the moan that tore from my chest was guttural, deep, and I vibrated all over with it. When his mouth closed over my sex, I screamed and came again. He spread me wide with his thumbs and licked from one end of my slit, over my engorged clit, delved into my opening, and kept right on going. "Oh, please don't stop," I pleaded into the bed, "please." I was answered with another lash of his tongue, and another until I crooned my pleasure. This was beyond any sex I'd ever experienced. Nothing had ever felt so good. He sucked my button, letting it slide between his lips, and when I came again, I must have passed out. I woke on my back, that thick cock once more inside of me. It was nearly black in my room, the dead of night, the curtains pulled, in the middle of nowhere. I could see his silhouette as he pounded into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he bent, took my lips with his. His kiss was deep and hard, just like his cock, and he tasted like me. I moaned into him, felt my muscles tighten for another mind breaking orgasm and called out, sinking my finger nails into his back. I climaxed, felt him jump and shoot inside of me, but he went right on pounding until my orgasm was so hard I saw the shadows rush in as I passed out again. I woke in my room, laying on the end of my bed, legs spread wide. God, glad I live alone, I thought. I reached down and was surprised to find I was at least clean. I felt more sated than I ever had in my life. I got up and opened the curtains. I'd slept late. No problem, it was Saturday; only thing on my agenda was shopping. I didn't want to put much thought into the night before. After all, I couldn't cry rape, could I? No, and I didn't want to. I was on the pill, so unless he was sick somewhere other than his mind, I was safe. I would just have to make sure I did a better job of locking up, and make sure no one was already inside. That had to have been the case last night. It bothered me though, I wouldn't even know him if I saw him. I didn't know what he looked like, sounded like, not even what color his hair was, or his skin. God, what was I thinking? What was I going to do? A part of me, that part attached between my legs, tingled at the thought he might return. The other part was scared to death. I wouldn't live in fear, but I would be more vigilant from now on. At the market, I kept my eyes open, just in case. Only one guy caught my scrutiny, but only because I knew my assailant, or lover, or whatever, had long hair. This guy was too scrawny. That night I went out with friends. We drank a little, danced a lot at a local club, but went home early. Paul and Jamie, though I didn't tell them why, helped me search the house and lock up. I locked the front door behind them. I went to the shower and put on my flannel pj's. I had just left the bottom step, when once again I was against the wall; that same hard body pressed into me. I heard the destruction of my pj's as they were ripped from the top, right down the back. Both top and bottoms slid away from me. "Why are you doing this?" I asked. "Mine," came a whisper in my ear. I felt hot flesh against my bare back, and then I was pulled from the wall. He pushed the sleeves from my arms, and my pj's puddled at my feet. He spun me then. In the darkness he was a shadow, dark but well built, and naked as he'd just rendered me. He had to be nearly six foot to my five one, and broad. He leaned in, his hands to my back, and pulled me tight against him. I could feel that hard cock against my belly, just under my breasts. Wow, that was in me? I thought. His head dropped and he took my lips. Not rough this time, but slow, exploratory, and I felt it all the way to my toes. I opened my eyes when I heard a car pass, thought maybe I'd get to see what he looked like, but I didn't. I put it off as a trick of the shadows. It looked like the light had passed right through him. Since I don't believe in ghosts, what else could it have been, I'd thought. nothing more than an optical illusion. He tasted cool and fresh, like cold spring water, and smelled of outdoors and sunshine. When he lifted me, settled me onto that massive cock he felt like heaven. I felt full. He took the stairs, and I held his shoulders, my legs around his hips. I rode him slowly as he climbed the steps, sliding up and down his shaft at leisure. I pressed my breasts to his chest and kissed his neck, nibbled his ear, and wiggled down as far as I could, pushing him deep inside of me. He moaned and I felt the jump of his huge tool inside of me. He took the control away from me when he laid me onto the bed and withdrew. He used pillows to prop my hips, then dropped down between my thighs. His mouth and tongue were magic. He suckled my clit until I came so hard I saw stars. He pushed two fingers inside of me, exploring again as he sucked, and I felt nearly mindless. "O, my God, fuck me pleas," I panted, and he was inside of me before the words were out. "O yes, fuck me hard," I screamed into his chest. "O, yes, like that, Oh, yes, yes," I chanted. When the orgasm came he shifted, pounding another place inside of me, and I came and came again in one continuous climax. When it was over, I felt limp as a rag. He pulled out of me and moved around until his face was once more between my thighs. He licked my slit, avoiding my nub for the time. It was so swollen, one touch and I'd probably have passed out again. His tongue was fantastic, delving inside of me until I hurt with want. I opened my eyes, but it was so dark I couldn't see anything. I reached out until I found his hips, then his huge bobbing cock. I took it in both hands. It was at least nine inches or more, and one hand wouldn't stretch around it. I put my lips on its head and felt him jerk in surprise. When I let it slide between, he moaned into me, his mouth nuzzling into my inner folds until I could feel the stubble of his chin against my inner most parts. His tongue was pushing deeper into my opening. I could feel the vibration as he continued to moan as I sucked the end of his cock. From the Other Side It was so big I couldn't get much past the head, but that didn't seem to matter. I felt pressure build as he sucked right from my nether mouth, so I sucked harder. He was so fast, I didn't expect the movement. He shifted us until I straddled his face. He hooked both arms around my back and pulled me onto his mouth. I ground on him, my mouth still around his cock. When he sucked, I sucked a little harder. When he drove his tongue deep, I took all of him I could. He tasted like me, and that made me want to taste all of him. So I let him slide from between my lips and licked my way down his shaft, down to the sack of jewels below. One at a time I took them into my mouth like they were candy, until he moved against me. Then I licked and sucked my way back up. His shaft was smooth, and hard, and I couldn't resist taking a nip at the end of his cock when I reached it. He jumped and moaned inside of me again, then reached in for the nectar that seeped out. I wanted him inside of me again, but this time I wanted it to be his idea. I moved both hands down to the base of his shaft, marveling at the smoothness of him. He had no hair on his body, other than his face and head. I let the head of his cock slip back between my lips and pumped his shaft slowly, letting my tongue work lazy circles around the underside of the swollen mushroom head of his maleness. On one downward stroke, I dropped a hand to massage his sack, shifting his jewels around as I stroked, licked, and sucked. The sound he made into my pussy made me cum right there on his mouth, his tongue pushed as far into me as he could get it. I moved on his tongue like I did on his rod, until he pushed me down along his body. His cock pulled from my mouth with a 'pop'. He pushed me down until I was against it, then he reached around and angled himself to my opening. With a quick move of his hips, he was inside of me. He thrust in and out with varied strokes. He pulled me down until I lay on him, my back to his chest. He reached around and fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples as his cock stroked my inner walls. "You just feel too fucking good," I said into the air above me. "You can't be real." This was heaven. He stroked deep and shallow, sometimes barely inside of me. He'd moved my legs up, my feet on his thighs so he could spread me wide and drive deeper. He was making me feel hot and half crazed. Then he reached down to tickle my nub. He wouldn't let me cum though, and the heat built. He teased and stroked for what felt like forever. Just when I swore I couldn't take anymore, he rolled, put me on my knees and rose behind me. Slowly he stroked in and out of me, and I felt his fingers dip in beside his cock from time to time. His pace quickened and just as I got close, I felt something touch my pucker. That had never been touched. Before I could protest, his thumb pushed in, his tempo rose, his thrusts hard and deep. His thumb moved, and I came with a vengeance. I saw spots, then stars and colors, and then black. Then it was morning, and once again I lay splay legged , my sex open to anyone looking. I reached down, and like before, I was clean, though it didn't take long to get aroused. I masturbated right there where I lay, thoughts of that huge cock fresh in my mind. No matter how many times I made myself cum, I still wanted more. I took another shower and went to the kitchen. I drank orange juice and several bottles of water. I felt dry, but I really did understand why. I was also half starved. After sating my hunger, I settled in to read and do some writing to take my mind from sex. I had an interview to conduct tomorrow, so I need questions. I'd managed to get an appointment with one of the reservation heads. That night I locked the house, drew the curtains and took my shower. When I got out I lay at the foot of my bed just as I had been left. I was just about asleep when warm lips kissed my pussy. I opened my eyes to darkness. A finger pushed inside of me and I arched. I was surprised when I felt the bed give above me, and something soft touched my lips. The mouth below closed over my clit and the finger became two and I was panting. I opened my mouth and the head of another cock slipped between my lips. This one was a little smaller, but not by enough to really notice. It was a different smell and taste too. Like apple blossoms in spring. A hand came in from both sides to touch my breasts, and my hands were guided to two more cocks. What had I gotten myself into? The mouth on my pussy was bringing my first orgasm, and then I didn't care anymore. I stroked the large cocks in my hand. One was long but thinner, the other shorter, but still thick. I sucked the one in my mouth, then enjoyed the one fucking my pussy. This one I knew, and while he pumped in and out of me, he stroked my clit. I came so many times that way, that each time he entered or pulled out, there was a wet sucking sound. He pulled out then and one of my hands was empty. I sighed as the shorter fat cock slid in. It didn't last long, and I felt the jerk and shot. My other hand emptied, and the longer thin cock took its turn. It was just as short lived. The one above my head, the one I sucked with a passion, was close to the same size as the first. Excitement built in me when he left the bed and moved down. He fingered me for a minute, rubbing all the wet into my skin, both pussy and ass. Then he was inside of me, deep in-sided of me and I arched my back, moaning in pleasure. I felt the bed shift near my head and reached up. It was my first lover. I pulled him down for a kiss. "Believe in us," he whispered, before our lips met. His tongue, tasting of me, darted into my mouth. I couldn't help my breathless moans and pants. I pushed him up, rocking against the cock between my legs, and fished for his, wanting him in my mouth. He obliged me, and bent low to take a nipple between his teeth. The man between my legs bent forward over me, slamming harder now, and took the other nipple. One of them reached down to touch my clit and I came so hard I nearly suffocated on the cock I was trying to swallow. Wave after wave washed through me. Then I was empty. No cock in my mouth, no cock in my pussy, and both hands were empty, and I wanted them back. Hands touched me then, once more spreading my cream around. My first lover picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and drove into me. I moaned my pleasure and held onto him. He lay down on the bed, and I went right to riding that splendid shaft, taking it as deep as it would go. Fingers continued to play in my juices, which made more. I was more excited than I had ever been, and when the second started working his fingers into my ass with my own lubrication, I came hard, draping myself over my first lover. I relaxed, letting him move slowly in and out of me. I already felt full, but I knew I was about to feel as full as I could. "O God, yes, fuck my ass. I want you both inside of me," I murmured, lost in a sensation over load. This wasn't like me. I wasn't ever this verbal, but no one would know that now. Those fingers worked my ass, relaxing me more and more, opening me wider and wider. After only seconds I felt the head of that hard cock touching, probing, and pressing. I was so wet by then, he slid right in and I gasped, tightening at the new feeling. "Believe in us," They whispered. "Oh, I believe. You feel so good, too good." They moved together. "O, So good. Deeper, O, yah." I leaned back against the chest behind me. It was hard with muscle, but the skin was soft and hairless. He pushed into me farther, pinched both nipples, and his lips brushed my neck. "Believe in us." he breathed into my ear. I moaned and he pushed me down to my first lover's chest and moved forward until he was all the way inside of me. I could feel them both, only a thin barrier between them as they ground in and out of me. They worked out a rhythm, one in, the other out, and then back. They did it slow, teasing me, making me want more. "Please," I begged. "Please what?" they whispered. "Please," was all I could gasp. "Believe in us so we can be," the first said, nuzzling my neck. "Give me names," I panted, "Can't believe without names." The torture continued. "Give us names." The voice was so faint. What was going on here? Did these two intend to never let me know who they were? Just show up on a whim, fuck me stupid, bring friends, and leave? Then one day just stop coming? "Fine, Seth, Zach." I moaned. At the same time they drove into me, deep, hard, and right to the hilt. In and out, they hammered me. When I came, my muscles cramped and hurt. I'd never cum with my whole body before. The last thing I remembered were both of them crying out, Zach collapsing on my back, and then I was lifted, laid on the bed, and while Seth washed me clean, Zach massaged my muscles. I thought it must be another illusion, because when I opened my eyes, I could see both men, but foggy. When a car passed again, I could have sworn I could see right through both of them. When I was clean, Seth picked me up like nothing and put me on the pillows, pulled the sheet over me, and kissed me. "Believe in us." His voice sounded so far away, so faint, and I wondered if either of them ever spoke above a whisper. Zach came up when he stood, and he too bent to kiss me. Both knew how to kiss. Spent as I was, they curled my toes and made me flush all over. I slept on that note, thinking of where else they could kiss anytime they wanted. When I woke, I felt sated and happy, but still easily aroused. I threw off the sheet and reached down between my legs. All I could think about was the last kiss and how good they'd feel between my thighs. Seth really knew how to please a girl, what about Zach? I had almost reached climax when movement caught my eye. A man stood in the deeper shadows near my closet, almost behind the curtain. He was stunning and it took me a minute to realize my situation. Here I lay, legs splayed, naked, hand on my clit, in front of this beautiful stranger. I flushed deep purple, I felt it happen, and grabbed up the sheet. "Who are you?" I moved off the bed, dragging the sheet behind me. I reached for the curtain, but his faint voice stopped me. "Please don't. You named me Seth." It was hard to hear him, and not for the first time I wondered why they chose to whisper. And why could I see through him? "What the hell? Tell me you're not ghosts?" I was losing my mind. "I'm not, but I can't stay. Believe in us, Gemini. It will be done tonight for me. I can explain then. Just know, we are yours." He faded into nothing before my eyes. I rubbed them. "Yep, pretty sure I'm losing my marbles. Gem, you've done gone mad, and who you gonna tell?" I showered, bottled some water to have tested, dressed and went down for breakfast. I threw out everything that was open, sure that something I ate must have been bad. On my way to my interview, I dropped the water at the local water treatment plant for a friend to test for hallucinogens. Then I went to the hardware and bought an air purifier for every room. Radon testers too. After my interview, I called Jamie to see what he'd found. "Just water," he'd assured me. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine, just working too hard I think. Had my interview today. Think I might have been so dreading it, I might have caused myself to have nightmares. It's over now." I gave him my best cheery voice. "How did it go?" Jamie was my closest friend. We'd grown up together, and everyone always said we'd be together when we got older too. We were, but not how they'd meant it. I knew Jamie better than anyone else, except maybe Paul. I was the one he'd come to our whole lives, when he had a secret he just had to tell. I understood him and accepted him no matter what. I loved him like the brother I never had. I didn't feel right keeping my own secret from him, but the last thing I wanted was him and Paul camping out at my house. "It went great. Nothing like I'd feared. You know me, I got myself worked up over nothing." I assured him. "Did you get what you needed?" "I'm pretty sure I did. I'll let you read it when I'm done. In fact, it would be great if you would proof it for me." I knew that would excite him. I was never sure why, but he'd always read what I wrote, gave me ideas, things that needed fixing, spelling issues, and punctuation, and still he worked at a water treatment plant. I couldn't understand why he'd never gone on to do editing or something. "Great, I'll be waiting. Club tonight?" he invited. "No, I want to get a jump on this," I lied. "Your loss. See you another night then." He ended the call. It was only three when I got home, so I set up the purifiers and testers, then went right to deciphering my notes of the day. At six I ate dinner and watched the news. As was my routine, at nine thirty I locked up the house, drew the curtains, turned off the lights and went for my shower. After my shower, I turned out the bathroom light, the bedroom light, and sat on the end of the bed to wait. I didn't wait long. Seth was just there in front of me. He grabbed me, pulled me into his arms and kissed me stupid. My feet weren't on the floor at all. His mouth assaulted mine hungrily. "I could only think of you on the bed, touching yourself, and me not being able too." He breathed into my ear, his lips trailing down to the curve of my neck. He nibbled and sucked at the hollow there. Another mouth kissed its way up my spine. It had to be Zach. I shivered when it licked back down. Warm hands held my butt, and Seth once more kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my fingers in the soft, thick hair at his nape. He reached down and lifted my legs to him, but over his arms, his hands on my waist. Fingers probed me from behind, Zach, and then he was kissing down the curve of one cheek. His tongue darted out here and there, leaving a wet trail that cooled when the air hit it. He pushed three fingers into me and I moaned into Seth's mouth. The fingers came out and Seth pushed my hips out, and Zachs mouth covered my lower lips, and then he was kissing me down there like Seth was kissing me. I couldn't help it, I squirmed against Zachs mouth. He was every bit as diligent as Seth, and when he moved up to suck my clit, he pushed those three fingers back inside of me. I tried to move against him again, but Seth held me firm, letting Zach do anything he wanted. All the while Seth rained kisses on my mouth, my eyes, my neck, sucked my tongue until I was frenzied with lust. I'd probably came three times when Zach began working my moisture into my flesh again. He sucked my clit and lubed and stretched my ass with those same three fingers, and all I could do was moan into Seth's mouth, his hair, his shoulder. I was at their mercy. Finally Zach stopped what he was doing and I wasn't sure if I should feel disappointed or relieved. Then his thick heavy head was pushing up into my ass, and Seth let me slide down onto it. His cock pressed into my pussy, and he pushed my legs down. I hung, impaled between them, my feet nowhere near the floor. Seth, both hands on my shoulders, actually pushed me down while they pushed up into me until they could go no farther. I screamed my pleasure and tried to move, but I was pinned tight. As one, I felt their hips drawback, pulling those wonderful cocks out almost all of the way. They kept me tight between their chests, both of them now holding my hips. As one, they slid back in and I felt like I would die if they ever stopped that slow rhythmic pump. Their strokes were slow and deliberate, and they stole my mind. "Oh, God Seth, Zach, I think I love you both." They froze, half in half out, but only for an instant. Then they were fucking me like neither of them could get enough. It hurt, but it was the type of pain you prayed would never stop. When a cock is so far up inside of you that you're sure something will break, but it won't. They went at me like that until I'd cum four or five times, then I felt first Seth spasm and fill my pussy with his cum, then Zach filled my ass. It was hot inside of me, and ran out around both cocks, and down both legs. Without pulling from me, they carried me to the shower. In the light I could see them both now. Seth was tall, broad chested, blue eyes that ran almost indigo. His skin was tanned, his body muscular. Zach wrapped his arms around me and held me tight to him, his cock still buried and hard in my ass. Seth pulled out and I got a good look at him for the first time. I'd been wrong. His cock was enormous, and I wondered how I was still walking. If Zach is as big, why haven't I torn? I felt Zach kneel until my feet touched the shower floor, then pull from me. I felt so empty all of a sudden. I wanted to cry, but then Seth picked up the soap and lathered those nimble, beautiful hands of his, and handed the bar to Zach. I turned to follow the soap. The man who knelt behind me was just as gorgeous as the one in front. His eyes were soft brown, his skin lighter, but his body was just as wide at the shoulders, the same narrow hips, and the cock was just as big. "God, you both are perfect." Both lathered hands took me to a whole new level of pleasure. They washed me clean, inside and out, making me cum over and over again. I took turns washing them, sucking them, and exploring them. Zach had long brown hair and liked it when I pulled it, pulling his head back so I could kiss his neck. Seth preferred nail and teeth. When he fucked me hard and fast, if I bit him hard, but didn't break the skin, sunk my nails into his ass, he'd cum like a fire hose. Zach was more of a gentle soul. If I sucked his tongue while he was completely inside of me, he'd hose me good with thick globs of cum. I could feel them hitting one after the other inside of me. It's a good feeling and makes me cum with him. We spent that whole night exploring, trying new things. We ended the night in the bed. I faced Zach this time, full to the max and as content as a woman could be. I went to sleep with two bodies surrounding me, two cocks inside of me. I woke alone and clean, snug in my bed. Was this how it would always be, I wondered? Not that it was so bad, as long as they came every night. I smelled bacon and coffee, and it brought me out of my thoughts of sex and those two vanishing men. Seth had promised answers, but fucked me so stupid, I'd forgotten to ask again. I got up and threw on my robe. "Suppose Jamie popped in to make sure I'm okay." I muttered as I tied it tight. I almost ran down the stairs. To my surprise, Seth stood over the stove, while Zach set the table. Both wore only towels around their waists. "Good morning, Gemini." Zachs voice was rich and deep, and his smile was so bright he almost didn't look like the same man she'd seen last night. "I knew it had to be a trick of light and shadow," I said. "No, it wasn't," Seth said, turning to face me. His indigo eyes snapped and sparkled with life. "Sit down and eat, I'll tell you the story now." I sat and Zach immediately handed me a cup of coffee. Our fingers brushed and I felt that spark of arousal again. Seth served up eggs, bacon, and hash-browns, and Zach brought toast. They set down and Seth started. "Twenty some years ago, a woman from our realm, something you refer to as an alternate universe, broke through the barrier. She gave birth to her child here where she would have a better life. Our world is dying. You reached maturity, and your body called out for your mates. Many heard the call, but only four made it through. Something about the other two didn't attract you. That first night, you were ready, and I was the strongest, so I came. You had to believe we would come back before we could. From the Other Side Before the sun here wouldn't kill us, you had to know us, name us, want us. You made us real then, made us part of your world. When you said you loved us both, you broke our bonds to all but you. We are yours now, and you are ours forever." Zach, quiet until now, spoke up. "There is nothing we won't do for you. You can have us both whenever you want us, however many times you want us, but take heed, food is energy, and the more we mate, the more food we'll need." "And that goes for you. You have to stay hydrated and eat well or we will likely wear you right out. Some, ones from this side, accidents in the barrier, have shriveled and aged faster than normal because they didn't take care of themselves. The sex can be addictive." Seth explained. I drank my coffee and scarfed down the breakfast. I drank two bottles of water while the two stared at me. "Hey, what can I say, you said anywhere, anytime. I'm getting ready for another round." This was going to be the best life ever. I'll have to start a journal so I can let you know how it all goes.