2 comments/ 46157 views/ 7 favorites Team Game By: Xamphos This is part of a sequence of stories I am writing about a mixed race girl who has anglicised her name to Anita. To aid with your appreciation of the story here is a little background. Anita has a live in lover Jason, he has pushed her sexually to experiment with both a male and female partner in his company (see Where the Ribbon Leads) Anita has been trading pleasing him in the hope of finding the same exciting erotic love her mother experienced with her father (see Anita (Her Mothers Diary). The two experiments she has undertaken have been with her former boyfriend (Gary) and the current lodger (Trisha) in the house she shares with her boyfriend . This story is about Anita pushing herself and becoming involved with strangers for the first time. * The warmth of the club swept over Anita, it was as exotic as her Indian origins. Dressed in tight trousers, with a sparkling satin bodice top. Anita was determined for her petite frame to be noticed. Wearing a vivid chiffon over blouse, open at the front she drew attention to her flattened abdomen. A diamond stud reflected from her navel, against the contrast of her light brown skin. Her finely boned feet, crossed the threshold into the tropical heat with two confident steps of her gold high heeled sandals. Her dark hair bobbed out behind her, as she was swept along towards the brightly lit oasis of the bar. Diving into the crowd she ordered a soft drink before finding a corner from which to observe. She felt her eyes wide and alert. Her whole body tingling with nervous energy. For the first time in years she was out and alone. It had not been her intention. She should have been grateful to have the house to herself. Instead she was angry, frustrated, wired, her self-esteem diminished. The confidence of her power as an attractive woman was waning. To many it would seem she should not need re-assurance. She lived with a man whose sexual imagination, fuelled and fulfilled her. Whose fantasies brought infinite pleasure, new heights to attain in sexual satisfaction. They had a female lodger, who was now her lover too. As a trio they had tested the limits of experience, for a while each day had brought new adventure. The trio now was a complication. It intruded into her normal sex life. Anita had better fun clubbing with the lodger Trisha. Her lover Jason, had exhausted his imagination. She still loved him. She had loved him better, when she was the centre of all his appetites and fantasies. She missed the love, the passion. The uncertainty of what would happen, when they met. They still sparked, but it had to be planned, no longer spontaneous with always a third party to consider. No longer the centre of Jason's attention Anita had become a third of a complicated arrangement. Anita didn't notice the slide. You never do. Something happens. There it is a blank wall. Anita had been confronted with her life. The descent from lover to housekeeper, had been a slow slide. Anita had looked in the mirror, she was the resident woman, the one who shared the mortgage and the supposed Master Bed. Saturday night, Trisha was away with her boyfriend. Jason, off with his mates for a long weekend. Anita had the housework and herself to feed. Food was not on her mind as she looked about the club. Her ego had the greatest hunger. Followed by an inner need, she just didn't want to be alone. She was taken in by a group of girls Trisha had introduced her to. They were her ticket onto the crowded dance floor. As the lights flickered and flashed over the gyrating bodies, Anita relaxed flexing her body to the pulsing beat. Dave apart from being tall, was handsome with long lashes which softened his piercing blue eyes. Once attracted to them, Anita could not look away. They were oceans in which to drown. He had offered to buy her a drink, but she wasn't that brave. She only drank alcohol at home. She didn't need a drink to get high. The buzz of adrenaline from being out alone sending her soaring above the room. She broke away from the group of girls accepting his invitation to dance. His dancing was athletic, he kept good time, but his movements were awkward. She could see the solid muscles of his thighs through his trousers, from the way he walked she guessed he played sports. He was a salesman like his two friends he had left at the bar. He played soccer, cricket and squash as well. Anything involving balls, team play, they were his game. His hair was short and well groomed. He leaned his closely shaved face to hers. The rich smell of expensive cologne, heavily laced with citrus and musk diffused across her brain. They talked in bursts over the music. Whenever she spoke he was attentive. The blue eyes never leaving her face. Her words had never seemed so important. She felt good to be in the company of this man. He was the something lacking, someone who would attend to her. The night progressed they edged closer together speaking in whispers, soft brushes of body and hands. Anita found herself comfortable, waiting for his touch, the brush of his fingers, his lips against her ear. At intervals he would abandon her briefly returning to his friends. Sitting back with the girls, Anita watched Dave's conversations, revelling as the eyes swung her way. She smiled regally acknowledging the admiring looks. This was what she had wanted to feel. The warmth of eyes following her about the room. The excitement of being desired. She did not need passion. Truthfully she needed nothing. With Jason she had everything. She had a relationship exceeding any other. What she didn't have was this. The exhilaration, the excitement, of being wanted and desired. Anita tried to get Dave and his friends to join the group of girls, but by mutual consent they stayed apart. Without saying anything the girls by their reticence tried to warn her of something. Anita didn't notice or didn't care. She waited eagerly for Dave to leave his friends and return to her side. When he did he sat down close pulling her to him. She felt his strength, the firm cladding of muscle across his ribs. When they returned to the dance floor their bodies fused. Two bodies, one rhythm one driving pounding beat. His hands slid inside her blouse to resting on the middle of her back. Anita's supple spine writhed against his open palm. With sinuous movements she pressed her body against his chest. He held her closer. She gyrated her pelvis against his hip, her groin rubbing against his solid thigh. Balancing on her toes she stretched to close her mouth over his lips. Perspiration lined both of their faces. She tasted the bitter alcohol of his after shave then the sweetness of the soft drink he had been consuming all night. His tongue responded to the invitation of her open mouth. It explored the rim of her teeth before foraging deeper towards her throat. Her heart pounded and body pulsated as they synchronised their hungry rhythm to the music. His eyes darkened in the low light. They became harsh staring beacons reflecting the colours flashing about the room. She saw her face trapped within them. She imagined her captive body dancing there too. As her pelvis gyrated into his groin, she felt his fingers exploring her. His hot palms rested against her buttocks. They smoothed over the thin fabric of her tight hipster trousers. Taking her by the hips, he turned her round slowly. Her buttocks moulded into his groin. His hands stroked the front of her thigh, probing deeply between the valley of her legs. She twisted her legs apart to accommodate his fingers. They fled, spanning her bare midriff, they traced the edge of her bodice before encircling her bobbing breasts. Arms held above her head Anita encouraged the attention of Dave's hands, whilst pressing her buttocks into his bulging groin. All about her a sea of faces danced beneath the flashing light, not caring to notice their open lust. This was why her friend Trisha came here. The anonymity. You could be and do whatever you wanted. Pleasure and enjoyment were the only rules. Anita looked up to see Dave's friends watching them. Broad smiles upon their faces. She enjoyed the thought of having an audience. Making her performance more lewd she gripped Dave's hands pressing them into her breasts.. 'Let's fuck.' Anita whispered into Dave's ear, surprising herself with the words. She hadn't appreciated how much she had wanted the stranger. Her body was now controlling her head. She knew of many places in about the club where they could pleasure each other. Trisha had shown them to her. Embellishing each with a tale of personal conquest. 'Let's go to my place. If you have the time,' Dave replied. From inside her trousers Dave's hand imparted his ardour by pressing against the base of her spine. Breathless, anxious to continue, Anita gave an agreeing wiggle of her hips. She sealed the contract with one last lingering kiss. 'I have all the time in the world for you. Let's go now.' Anita breathed as the music paused. She looked about for the girls who had been her companions. Dave slipped his arm about her waist as they left the hot dance floor. He waved back to his two friends as they made for the exit. The girls grouped about a table seemed reluctant to let Anita go. They first accused her of breaking up the party, then suggested she waited to share a taxi home with two of them. Anita noticed Dave's hand pulling her away. She suspected they were trying to tell her something. It didn't matter, she could take care of herself. She was enjoying the adventure, the attention, of someone drawn by her physical attraction. The night was hers', she was its queen. Its star. She would live it, whatever it may bring. As they left the club Dave put his jacket about Anita's shoulders. His arm held her close to his chest. Suddenly he enclosed her with a passionate embrace. She struggled to control her breath. The excitement coursed through her body. People brushed past them, she had no interest in anything, other than returning the kiss. 'We don't have to wait. We can do it here. I know a place round the back of the club.' Anita stroked his erection through the wool cloth of his trousers. 'No. I want you to enjoy something very special. My place. I promise you a night to remember.' They were alone again. Dave guided her to his car. Anita felt a shiver. The evening breeze swept across the car park sweeping up the dust and rubbish. She felt the cool tickle her belly. She shivered again, felt the tremor of excitement. The shiver had come from within. Unlocking the car, Dave held the passenger door open for her. She hugged his jacket about her shoulders. It smelt of his cologne. She lowered herself into the passenger seat. The door closed he got into the driving seat beside her. Her heart suddenly jumped. The rear doors opened and Dave's two friends slid onto the back seat. She had no warning of their presence. They smiled towards her startled face. Silly grins of men emboldened by a night at the bar. Dave introduced them. 'Anita this is Darren' he said pointing directly over her shoulder. A thin squat lad with staring eyes and short bleached blonde hair flicked his grin into a broader smile. His body twitched with nervous energy, not settling in the seat. His companion introduced as Errol patiently bore the buffeting, though his expression conveyed his annoyance. He appeared gentle, shy with a tendency towards quiet. He had big brown doe like eyes, with a charcoal black complexion only those of African descent can have. His perspiring face was topped by a wiry matt of black hair. 'We are giving your two friends a lift?' Anita queried as Dave fired the car engine up with a roar. Anita was pressed back into the seat as the car was launched from the parking spot. The car park disappearing in a blur as they sped into the night. 'Sort of, they are stopping with me for the weekend. Just chilling, so to speak.' Dave said leaning across and giving her knee a reassuring tweak. Anita hoped they were sound sleepers, because what she had in mind for Dave could be very noisy. Very noisy indeed. The car whirled through the almost deserted streets. Anita began to realise she had no idea of where she was. She didn't come into town this way. The taxi always entering the town from the main road. A strange restrained atmosphere filled the car. The quiet only being punctuated by the rapid acceleration and deceleration of the car. Dave would look across to her, or touch her whilst changing gears. Checking her reaction to the speed. She didn't flinch. Nothing about Dave frightened her. Not even the silence of his companions. Or the sense of eyes boring into her reflected image. 'So you guys had a good time tonight? I didn't see you dancing much.' Anita began, trying to break the silence. She carefully didn't mention witnessing their awkward attempts at attracting a partner. 'Was alright.' Errol ventured in a deep lazy baritone which appeared to resonate from the pit of his stomach. 'The girls not to your fancy then?' Anita tried again. Smelling the alcohol emitting from their breath. 'They was okay. But Dave got the only hot pussy in the place. You're a real wicked dancer. I mean real rude.' Darren said as if suddenly coming to life. Anita shrugged off the crude compliment. 'What you done with your blonde mate tonight? The one I normally see you in there with' Anita hesitated, she hadn't recognised them from before. The club got so busy, she hadn't realised she had been watched. 'She's out with her boyfriend. They've gone for a meal.' 'A plate of cock knowing that one. She's a real ball breaker her. Never known a girl get through so many blokes. She must have a cunt like a barn door.' Anita watched the look Dave gave into the mirror. Whilst Errol dug Darren hard in the ribs. 'Do you know her then?' Anita queried biting her tongue. 'Only by reputation. It's probably very exaggerated. You know how stories get around. It's just that she's very popular and is known, if you'll pardon the expression ,by quite a few blokes. I didn't mean any offence. I didn't want to rubbish your friend like. She's good looking and well fit. Very sexy not like yourself. Not that your not sexy, but she's sexy in a tarty way. Well you're sexy in a sexy way if you get my meaning., Anita listened to the groans as Darren verbally scrabbled out of an ever deepening hole, she decided to let him off the hook by changing the subject. 'How do you guys come to know each other?' Darren started to speak but Errol interceded. His deep baritone filled the car as he looked at her from the corner of his eye, almost afraid to confront her. 'Work really. We are all part of the same Sales Team. Dave's our team leader our captain. We just get on. We are competitive. We like sports, so we continued the team thing outside. We have a good time.' The road darkened as they left the centre of town. They wove into the labyrinth of a modern estate, with its narrow twisting roads. The car headlights picked up details of lawns and developing shrubbery. Darkened windows with closed curtains. Glistening cars slumbering beneath the yellow street light. They halted on the drive to a modest detached house. Dave stepped out and opened the car door for her. As she followed him to the front door, the two men fell in behind her. Guarding her from prying eyes or escorts in case she had a change of mind. Anita felt another shiver. She waited for Dave to unlock the door. This time it was definitely excitement, tinged with an element of fear. These three could be murderers. They may torture her and carry her body off into the woods somewhere. No one would ever know. The girls would. Trisha's friends. But would they tell? Is this what they had tried to warn her about? Entering the neat house and its well ordered lounge, she looked at the men again. These men were known. They wouldn't hurt her. They couldn't harm her, without damaging themselves. The fragrant smell of polish, and ornaments about the house re-assured her, there was a feminine element here. She suspected it might be Dave, or someone who influenced him. Anita sat down on the cream leather sofa, Dave's friends sitting opposite. They looked at her, studied her, smiling awkwardly neither said a word. Dave returned from the kitchen, with cold beers in his hand. 'Drink?' he asked. She shook her head. She needed no other stimulant, than the touch of his body in her hands. Erroll and Darren drank from the neck of their beer bottles whilst Dave sat beside Anita. She curled her legs over his lap and pressed her head into his chest. He slipped his jacket from her shoulders. Leaning forward he kissed her lips. She pressed against them, returning the hot embrace. Her body moulded into his frame. She closed her eyes savouring the attention of his mouth. Her hands felt along the muscle banding his chest, to the biceps which cradled her frame. She looped her arms about his neck her fingers running over the velvet bristle of his hair. As their kiss prolonged she lost all sense of time and place. Her whole body being consumed by her bubbling needs. The cool of the night was replaced by a heat rising from her face, into her torso travelling along her relaxed limbs. Her skin began to prickle, as inside she felt herself moisten. Each touch, each kiss, sent further ripples of pleasure, increasing her physical senses further. She could feel his trapped erection throbbing against her thigh. Her breasts were swollen, pressing against the constraints of her bodice. Dave's big palms cupped her torso. Under the chiffon shirt his hands stroked and massaged her naked midriff. His fingers slid along the waistband of her trousers. Teasing and dipping at her abdomen before moving along her body again. His mouth slipped from her lips, tenderly rolling her earlobe. As she revelled in the pleasure, his mouth moved peppering kisses down her neck to rest at her collar bone. Anita brought her legs up. Dave's one hand stroked her tensed buttocks, whilst the other played along her bare spine. It slipped inside her trousers, toying with the lace of her high legged knickers. Anita's passion was becoming more urgent. Dave's hand traced the line between vulva and anus through the thin material of her trousers. Her legs parted slightly allowing his palm to rest against the edge of her opening crevice. His lips fell from her collarbone onto the U neckline of her bodice. She trembled as his tongue delved into her cleavage lapping along the edge of her breast. He reached to unbutton her bodice, she brushed his hand away. Bringing her face back into contact with his she kissed him. Rising from his lap she held his gaze, retaining a grip on his soft hands. 'I think it's time you showed me your bedroom. I'm ready for your surprise. We'll leave these boys to party alone. Don't wake us too early guys.' There was a brief pause as Dave resisted, then he slipped his hands round to grasp hers. 'So you're feeling hot and sexy my randy little doll.' Dave said tightening his grip on her arms, bringing them together in front of her. He pulled her closer so that she was bent forward smiling into his sparkling eyes. 'Very sexy, lover man. So why don't you take me upstairs and let me show you just how sexy that is.' 'Why don't you show us all? We are a team here. This is a team game. The guys have been waiting eagerly, to get a little touch, some handling of their own.' Anita moved to pull away, she felt his grip tighten like a vice. The adrenaline was pumping in her veins now. She heard noises behind her as Dave's friends took their cue. She was suddenly aware of her bent position. The view presented of her buttock cleavage against the stretch of her tight trousers. She looked over to their eager grinning faces as they cautiously advanced upon her captive body. Team Game 'What if I said no? What if I only want you?' Anita replied trying to see beyond the piercing eyes. The look was familiar so like Jason's whenever a new fantasy was started. 'You won't say no. This is what you want. You love having men want you, touch you, fuck you. You didn't know me. Yet you came here to fuck. You practically begged me for it. You are provocative. You want the excitement the thrill. You hang around with the blonde tart for the reflected reputation. She'll screw anything that moves. This is your big moment. The chance to prove yourself. Three men all yours. Wanting, waiting to fuck' Anita felt a little afraid but excited too. His words stung. She realised they were true. She had reached the point where she craved the attention, the thrill of another's; anyone's touch. She had become like Trisha, a fuck monkey. Searching for the next stimulation. Perspiration coated her body as her stomach filled with butterflies. Dave's steely blue eyes continued to stare into hers. Penetrating her, filling her, the same way she wanted his penis to. She could feel the challenge rising from him. Hands tentatively stroked her taut buttocks. Enquiring lips kissed her bare back. Inquisitive probing touches assessed her captive body. She was outnumbered. They could take her, use her without consent. She imagined hands pinning her, restraining her, tearing at her body. Hungry beasts tearing at her sex. Clumsy awkward hands, cautious with concealed shyness, stroked over her covered flesh. Wide curious eyes came close, kissed her face and neck. They held no cruelty, no savagery lurked behind. She was branded by her own doing. She had come looking for risk. Taken it despite advice. These three would be her reward. She their manipulated prize. 'I could scream.' Anita began maintaining her struggle against Dave's hands. 'You won't. I won't let you. Not until I'm ready.' Dave stood up pulling her arms behind her back. She stood straight shoulders back, breasts thrust forward towards his chest. Resolutely she continued looking into his face as she heard lewd admiration come from her side. 'So why didn't you invite Trisha to join you? She would have enjoyed the challenge. She would take everything you could give her and the rest. Because I'm petite did it make it easier for you? Because I'm weaker did you think I would be easier to dominate?' Anita continued the questioning, continuing her fight against his restraint. Captured she felt the men growing braver. Their touch firmer more inquisitive. She maintained her feisty image, pretending to be unmoved by the bolder touch. She wanted them to dominate her, to control her, absolve herself from the responsibility for the night. 'She's a slapper not a foxy cunt like you.' Darren began, ' She's got a cunt like a barn door I don't want my prick whacking away at thin air.' His hand stroked down over her abdomen. Hunted for the warmth between her legs. She clenched her thighs, made his fingers work to find her inviting furrow. 'What my friend is trying to say in his own crude way is, your are very desirable, without being too available. We think you would be more appreciative than she. Enjoy the moment without taking control. Her physical prowess is legend, she devours her partners with an unprecedented speed. This is not a race. This is a team experience. We wanted someone who would enjoy the game. Someone who would be a team player.' Dave completed speaking while the other's looked on. The stray hands and lips were gone waiting for the game to start. Anita realised Dave was the controlling figure. The pair to her side were little more than frightened eager boys. At this point they were probably more nervous than her, on the brink of either coming or pissing themselves. She studied Dave's face, she wanted him to take her and use her. To dominate her in the way he controlled the other's in the group. 'I don't think I rate your team as men. I think I could scream, and your boys would disappear in a trail of shit and piss. I've had a few spiders crawl over my body. I have felt nothing like the touch of a man.' Dave dragged Anita to him, bent forward to kiss her lips. She snatched her face away. 'No. I'm not the little secretary who does everything you ask. I'm not the grope behind the bike sheds for your little boys. You want to fuck fine. If they want me, they'll have to take me. Have me or I'm walking. I came here to fuck not a pleasure ride.' Anita continued staring into Dave's eyes. Watching for a flicker, a movement, his eyes held her, like his hands about her wrists. He moved to kiss her again. 'No!' Anita twisted around. She felt his grip relax as she spun away from his face. Her back slammed into his chest as he caught her again. He pulled her arms straight, arching her back, pushing her breasts forward. She snapped her eyes shut then open. Erroll and Darren stood together eyeing the strained shape of her body. Looking over her shoulder for Dave's command. Cushions were taken from off of the sofa and strewn upon the floor. Anita twisted and strained against Dave's grip as the two men suddenly closed on her. 'No!' Anita repeated as she was catapulted from Dave's grip. Erroll caught her at the midriff. His big hands lifting her from the ground. As she descended onto her toes, one hand slipped underneath her soft black hair. Holding it bunched tight to her head, restricting the movement of her face Erroll closed his mouth over hers. As her frame crushed into his she felt the breath flow from her. His tongue pressed inside her mouth, filling her, sending her dizzy with its insistent flicking probing. Her blouse was dragged from her shoulders over her held arms. She became a sandwich in a press of bodies. Her lower body was trapped between two pressing groins, as lips trailed down her stretched throat over the cap sleeves of her bodice to her shoulder, down on to her perspiring spine. Colours exploded behind her closed eyes. In her excitement she had forgotten to breathe. Her heart pumped within her frame. Each pulse rocking to the core. Recovering she fought to return Erroll's crushing kiss, as hands massaged from her midriff to her waist. Slowly Anita began to sink, under the weight of Erroll's body. Arching at the waist like a tango dancer, she felt her legs lift away. Sinking prone onto the piled cushions she looked up to the ceiling, and three lust filled faces. Perspiration ran from the hair line, trailing down their cheeks. She saw herself reflected in the staring eyes. Every detail of her was the focus of their attention. Erroll's hands now pinnioned her arms. Dave sat above her watching as she pushed against the restraining hands. She felt legs clamped over her calves and realised Darren held her below the waist. She flattened her stomach, pressing up from her shoulder blades. The movement of her hips exciting them. Erroll kissed her open mouth, this time she drew him in with her flexing tongue. Anita gently fought against his tender grasp. Each wriggle making her position, more comfortable, more available for the hungry mouths. Beneath the press of inquisitive flesh Anita struggled to contain her excitement. Closing her eyes she tried to identify touch, as she had when enjoying sex blindfold. All she could hear was the sighs and murmurs as the men explored her through her clothes. An appreciative touch along her inner thigh, cautious pressure against her heaving breasts. Each explorative grasp becoming bolder, encouraging a stronger more passionate response. The first advance halted. They all rested hot hands pressing against her trembling flesh. She stretched to ease the tension in her muscles. Her pelvis and chest thrust forward, the stud in her navel dancing to the beat of her rapid heart. She was quivering with pent up excitement. No longer able to speak she just waited as her captors roamed her body with their eyes. Darren was the first to test the quarry. He made an awkward lunge for her vagina, feeling for the covered crevice through her trousers. Pinching her upper thigh in his excitement she involuntary squealed and squirmed. She edged her groin towards his hand so that his fingers could feel the warmth trapped within. Just boys she thought. Eager awkward, so keen to seize and revel in her body. She could smell the sex in the air, the hungry appreciation and desire. Reassured by her pelvic response, Darren continued working his one hand against her pubic mound. The other hand unbuttoned her trouser fly. She could not see his face but she could watch the others as he revealed the lavender lace of her knickers. She felt the slow wonderment as his fingers trace down the lace flower panel each side of the satin centre. Other hands followed. Stroking massaging the satin panel covering her pubic mound. 'Wicked. Well sexy man. My fingers are a fire just touching them cute panties.' Erroll's voice rose an octave as the excitement entered his voice. Darren's thumb slide down beneath the elastic at her hips to toy with the wispy hairs that edged her mound. With pleasure she watched Dave wet his lips, the man she wanted was now equally desperate for her. She bucked against the hand as it grazed her sex. Arched her hips to tease the fingers. The palm pressed against her vulva. Pleasure flooded through her as one finger followed by another breached her labia lips. ' She as silky inside man, as them foxy panties?' Erroll queried, his face leaning over Anita's body. 'Better. She's like chocolate. Milky melting chocolate. Coating my fingers. Making them all wet and slippery.' Darren slowly and deliberately recounted. She felt his fingers turning inside her. Twisting with a corkscrew motion. Slowly he retracted them. Anita heard him sucking loudly with long slow slurps. His wet fingers fell against the entry to her sex easily passing her labia lips. She felt the collective sigh, as Darren's fingers worked inside her. Dave re-focused to her face. She stared back defiantly grinding her pelvis against the digits inside her. Dave's fingers slid along the front of her bodice. Slipping under the neckline to stroke the flesh of her breast. His look challenged her to respond. Her nipples answered for her hardening to his touch. He slowly unbuttoned the bodice, revealing the curve and swell of her supple flesh. With each button he looked to her face proving his dominance of her body. She simply stared back projecting her chest forward. The bodice slipped to her sides. Her conical breasts quivered awaiting his touch. She gave a brief sigh, then a gasp as Erroll's mouth closed capturing her nipple. She felt him nipping at her breast, the tingles racing down her spine spreading out between her legs. Erroll's body swept over hers revelling in the rolling willing flesh of her breasts. His teeth tugged and pulled her straining breasts, as his hands held her arms down. Dave's hand slid across. He grasped a free nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pinching it till she gasped. A mute cry came from her parted lips. His lips nuzzled against her ear. 'You will scream. You will scream your fucking head off. You will be begging. Begging from the pleasure. Begging to come again and again.' His tongue flicked into her ear. He bit the fleshy lobe of her ear. Pinching and biting she gasped again. She had never known such rewarding pain. He left her trapped between the weight of the two men, each exploring her sensual places. Her buttocks rose as fervent hands stripped away her trousers. She stretched her legs by kicking against the restraining hands. She felt her legs being pulled apart. She felt her sex stretching beneath the guard of her panties. A damp void temporarily vacant as Darren's hands retreated to her thighs. Both Dave and Darren were holding her. Licking and kissing the silky flesh of her captive inner thighs. The tension grew within her. She felt her knickers being dragged down. Lips and fingers worked between her legs filling the hot wet void of her vagina. Her thighs were spread wide. She felt the frilled edge of her labia being held open. She felt the air against her vagina. She imagined the deep pink between her thighs, the bud of her clitoris erect amongst the coarse grass of her pubic hair. She felt the fingers again. Spreading her entering her, pumping deep inside her. Faster, faster they drove. Firmer persistent, insistent, fucking her. Fucking her to make her come. Anita's body worked with the attention, as the thrill continued to course through her. Despite her efforts she no longer knew who was where, it just seemed her whole being was floating on a sea of caressing touches. She spiralled and swirled through her emotions, her body becoming a marionette. A now naked David towered over head. He watched as the fingers were replaced by the round, firm, head of Darren's slippery eager cock. Dave's penis projected over her, she twisted to take it into her mouth. She knew an order was being decided but she could no longer wait. Dave knelt above her head pressuring her shoulders back into his lap forcing her mouth away from his towering erection. 'Not yet my beauty, not yet. We have something a little special for you to savour first.' Anita then became aware of Erroll shy, almost embarrassed trying to hide his nakedness. Then she saw the long semi erect organ dangling from the weight of the blood pumped into it. 'Oh god he's going to fuck me with that?' she whispered. Realising Erroll's sensitivity from previous reactions. 'Yes' said Dave. 'Just relax.' Erroll sidled over dropping to his knees resting his penis by her face. ' Suck it honey. Suck it good. It needs to be real slippery to slip into your cunt.' He stated with his deep baritone. His hand gripped the flexing organ, loosely aiming it towards her mouth, whilst the free length above his hand wavered like a flexible tube. Anita hesitated. She didn't know how to approach it. How far down her throat would he push it? She felt herself gagging at the prospect of the helmet passing beyond her mouth into her throat. Dave held her head. Stroking the temples, as Erroll parted her jaw. He inched the tip into her mouth, the velvety warmth stroked her tongue and she began to lap at the pulsing glans. She felt it swell in her mouth, heard Erroll's first hiss of pleasure, and relaxed as he felt him push it no further. Her mouth was free to suck and sample the stiffening length. Gradually sucking the length in as her excitement mounted. Her body jolted as Darren reminded her of his cock slowly grinding against her clitoris. With slow tentative lunges, he increased the strength of his stroke. She flexed her muscles pulling him into her. It was the only encouragement she could give, other than a few guttural groans as Erroll's erection increased. She sensed Darren's enthusiasm for her body. His hands gripped at her buttock's searching for the reassurance she was feeling him. He struggled to find her rhythm. Speeding then slowing, her clitoris was sending a frenzy of messages, her head did not know how to respond. In the melee her orgasm rose then subsided unable to climb to a climax. Anita closed her eyes shutting out all other thoughts, than the two penis inside of her. Wrapping her legs about Darren's back, she locked her knees about his hips controlling his penetrative thrusts. She felt a hand smooth along her abdomen rubbing above the head of Darren's cock. She felt his love tube stiffen and swell, felt the jerking of his hips. She spat out Erroll's erect prick and shouted. 'Now! Now! Now!' Anita bucked and danced on the final thrusts, she heard the appreciative expletives as her breasts jiggled and waggled across her chest, each voice encouraging the other. 'Fuck her man. Yeah give it her man. Come on, come on. Right up her!' Erroll's directions boomed above the others, as Anita screamed and moaned. The hot gush of ejecting semen, spurted like a breaking wave. Anita clung to the bucking hips, feeling her own orgasmic swell fall over her body. Her pelvis shuddering against Darren's captive groin. As perspiration and combined fluids dripped down her still trembling thighs, Anita was roused by Erroll's gentle but authorative command. 'On your knees girlie. It's time for you to take a ride.' As Anita started to roll over she felt Darren's hands eagerly lifting her by the ankles. As she raised herself she was confronted by Erroll his one hand supporting the straining length of his erection, his other pulling her face towards it by the back of her head. Her lips enclosed the proffered glans, her tongue licking down the shaft, drawing it into her mouth. Behind her she felt her buttocks being parted the flickering of a tongue tickling around the rim of her anus. Darren's pinching grip grabbed her, his excited hands bruising her flesh. He was just like Jason she thought, a little rough, without cruel intention. Anita worked her mouth along Erroll's shaft tracing the ridged vein with her tongue. His swollen glans reached her throat. Sliding her lips back along the shaft, she slid one hand up to take his scrotum massaging the balls inside. Faster she worked her mouth, as Darren's face buried further into her buttocks. Erroll eased his penis out to rest upon her pouting lips. 'Easy girl, I got to decide where I'm going to pump my load. Which of your cute holes is going to give me the most satisfaction?' 'There's a sweet little place just here, might need a little stretching.' Said Darren slipping a finger into her lubricated anus. 'You're not going to fuck my arse with that?' Anita pleaded almost shocked at the prospect of Erroll's enormous erection riding between her buttocks. 'No I aint no butt plugger, like my brown nosing friend. I keep my meat for a ladies treats. You are one bad lady. So I bet you got the cutest little treat in town. So boy unless you are planning on planting your greasy cock into this ladies arse and giving her a little two way pleasure, you'd better make way for the next ride of the evening.' Anita hoped Darren would take Erroll at his word and take her from behind. She wrapped her mouth around his length, she couldn't imagine how it would feel inside. At the edge of her vision she saw Dave, sitting watching. Making her wait for the body, she desired and craved for. The velvet weight of Erroll's penis slid from her lips. She waited feeling the saliva cooling around her buttocks, the last remnants of Darrens come drying on her thighs. Then she felt the first touch of Errolls fingers, cool and firm, massaging her labia lips. He spat saliva onto their drying edges, before working his fingers inside. She felt the weight of his penis resting on her back, felt the veins pulsing against her buttocks. Maybe he had lied. Perhaps he would take her from behind, enter between her buttocks. She tensed uncertainty clouding her brain. Why had she begun this? Why she had allowed this? She wanted Dave. Why had he not just given himself to her. She regretted Jason and all his fantasies, the encouragement she had given. Now here she was a tramp, a bitch in heat, surrounding by a pack of dogs waiting to be ridden. So tender and gentle were Erroll's actions she didn't realise he had entered her. Slowly with soft lunges he inched his length along her vaginal walls. Hands massaged the flat of her back, soothed along her tensed shoulders. Others toyed with her dangling breasts, all fears and doubts forgotten. The suddenness of her climax frightened them all, as she collapsed sighing and sobbing, pleasure wracking every nerve of her body. Erroll froze with his penis inside her, as she slumped she felt it temporarily sag, as he communicated his concern. With her buttocks raised and her head buried in the cushions she pushed her hips back, gripping his penis with her vaginal muscles, playing in ripples along its length. Team Game Slowly reassured Erroll began again. Unhurried gently pumping, pumping, till finally he lifted her onto his hips thrusting until he came. Her eyes glistened, with the thrill. Perspiration mingled with the tears on her face. As she looked about her she saw admiration, a strange kind of hero worship. Like the child who has just survived the big fairground ride she had earnt a unique respect. Erroll was beautiful. The thrill was so special, his loving so attentive and tender. Now she was to have her prize, it was Dave's turn to fuck her. Lifted from Erroll's penis, she was held in a joint embrace. Dave sliding underneath her as they hugged, kissed, massaged, and caressed. Supported on either side, Anita rode Dave's penis. She looked down onto his piercing eyes, the warm smile of satisfaction spreading across his face. His hands held her at the hips, his face rose up to kiss her chest, nip a flailing breast. Whilst her props, ran their hands along her spine, blowing cool breath onto her perspiring skin. They kissed her face, her ears her shoulders, stroked her thighs and abdomen. She believed her body to have been spent. There was nothing more she could possibly give, but as she heard Dave's panting gasps, his mouth open, screaming 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' She came. She came with stars before her eyes, sparks bubbling through her veins. She felt as if she was flying around the room propelled by scalding semen. Her insides clutched at his waning erection, struggling to make the moment last. As she slowly deflated over Dave's spent body Erroll cradled her into his arms gently carrying her off to bed. The night passed in fitful passages peppered by a series of dreams, in each she was held and loved by one or other man. Each drifting away to be replaced with the next. At one point she dreamt they all slept with her, arranged around her like servants before a queen. When she awoke the bed was empty a sheet pulled over her nakedness. Light streamed in through an open window, bird song played upon the wind. As she stretched her tired body ached, not with pain but a deep satisfaction. As the sleep cleared and memory became a series of dreams, she heard the sound of lawnmowers and children playing in the garden and surrounding street. There was a knock and three shy men's faces appeared from around the door. The little boys were back, gone were her lovers from the previous night. She slid out from under the sheet, she saw their embarrassment at her nakedness. In a chair she saw her clothes neatly folded. She didn't remember them being put there. Beyond the door she saw sports bags on the landing. She knew the night had finally ended. The dream became a surreal play acted out by people she didn't know who once had been intimates. Erroll and Darren uttered pleasantries thanking her for the night. Darren had found a piece of paper to write his telephone number on, which he placed into her hand. She did not offer anything in exchange, other than a hug and a kiss to send the boys on their way. She was alone with Dave, only one sports bag remained. He started awkwardly. She wanted him to take hold of her. Push her onto the bed. Tell her he loved her, before taking her. He didn't instead he remained distant as he spoke, his eyes focusing upon the bed ignoring her nakedness and her explicitly displayed sex. 'I'm sorry we've got to go, another team thing. Football practise. There is tea, coffee, downstairs, take whatever you want from the fridge, there's yoghurt eggs, whatever you fancy. I'm sorry we can't give you a lift but it was quite a night. Thought it better to sleep in a bit. There's a number for a good taxi firm, and I've left some money for the fare.' Dave said hovering by the door. So that was all she was to him. Not even a tart, just a cheap whore. She felt angry, annoyed betrayed. But not by Dave, herself. She hung hoping for a word, something to suggest she meant something to him. 'Did you like Darren? It was him who pointed you out. Your mate, blondie, had given him the brush off once. Then he saw her with you. He's been smitten by you ever since. He hadn't got the nerve really to ask you himself. He and Erroll luck out a lot of the time. They are not confident around women. But they are alright once you get to know them. Maybe you should give him a ring sometime. He'd really love to hear from you.' Anita looked about the room and saw the photograph in the frame, Dave with a girl in a wedding gown. 'I see why you haven't mentioned us. I see you have other commitments.' Anita said rising. Dave moved to speak. 'Don't bother saying anything. It's the same for me too. Just playing away for the night. Perhaps you could explain it to Darren for me. I've broken one man in I don't want to train another. I'll catch you again sometime. Sometime when you are free.' 'Yeah sure. I'll look forward to it. It was a great night wasn't it?' 'Yeah a real blinding game.' Anita pulled herself to his chest, feeling the solid muscle through his shirt. They kissed with open mouths, but the heat was no longer there. It was a long day waiting for Jason to come home. Trisha was still away with her boyfriend and would be for two more nights. The events of the night began to haunt her. Remembering how easily she had offered herself. Then the guilt began to eat into her like a worm at her brain. She was grateful Jason was tired, when he came home. Relieved he only made to kiss her cheek before retiring for the night. The next night would be different. The next night his libido would return. Then he would discover, the hand marks on her body, the small bites about her breasts. What could she say? What would she do? All day at work she brooded considered feigning illness. She knew she couldn't do it. The guilt had grown from a worm, to a torturing snake that ran the length of her body. The truth was the only thing she could do. The truth her only resort. As they sat down to eat. Her hunger had disappeared she toyed with her food, as Jason's concerned hand fell over hers, the tears fell from her eyes as the words dropped from her lips. Attentively he listened, looking directly into her face. At first no emotion stirred, then she saw the light enter his eyes. As she retold events, he replayed the different roles, undressing her and taking her in every position. Each time he entered her, he reclaimed her for himself. As they curled into their bed that night she was his once again. She had regained his full attention, his adoration. She was his prize his love. What more could Anita want? Their relationship was stronger than any she had ever known.