0 comments/ 32614 views/ 7 favorites Treasure & Jewels Ch. 01 By: Bonniehart "What do you think happens to us when we die, Bonnie?" It was a silly question, asked by a silly girl, and I probably shouldn't have answered it. Maybe I was feeling nostalgic. Maybe the baking heat of summer was getting to me - or maybe I just wanted to stir up the pot a little. "I like to think that if you're good, you get to go to Vernon. You swim in the lake, drink wine, dance all night and wake up every morning with the sun staining the inside of your eyelids raspberry-red, and find yourself all tangled up in the arms and legs of your lovers." It got very quiet in the staff room after that. Oops. Silly Girl stared at me with her mouth open. Had I just said "lovers"? Yes. Yes I had. I took my tea, went back to my office, shut the door and stared into space tripping over memories of lost treasure, lost jewels, and lost lovers. Its been said that hell is knowing what heaven is and never being able to touch it. Thinking about that, it made we wonder. Was I blessed or cursed? Because I really have woken up to blazing sun that stained the inside of my eyes raspberry-red. I've drunk the wine, swum in the lake, danced all night, and woken to find myself very, very tangled up in my lovers. It was Jules that first suggested the trip. On a Thursday night over beers at the local pub, he flat out told me. "Hart, you need to get away from all this. Take a vacation. You look awful. You really do. Why don't you take a break and come to Vernon with me and Trevor next week?" Jules and Trevor. Trevor and Jules. Best friends that had practically grown up together. I was a late-comer to the group, meeting Trevor while at university. He'd introduced me to Jules and somehow they'd both found me worthy of admission to their own private "boys club". Only with me included it was "two boys and a girl club". Jules pretended not to notice and always called by my surname, Hart, in a casually formal, old-school kind of way. Trevor just made friends with girls easily and was unmoved by any girl-cooties on my part. He had no trouble calling me Bonnie. Since then we'd been a sort of inseparable Three Amigos. Or maybe Three's Company. Tough to say. We were just us. Jules came from a wealthy oil-family. Intense, intellectual and brooding, he didn't quite fit his family's expectations of wealth and consumerism. His fair hair, blue eyes and rosy cheeks were totally opposite to his intense and cloudy nature. His non-conservative ideas about politics and power, stood him apart and made him a black sheep in his family fold. Trevor however, was the negative-image shadow of Jules. He was uncomplicated and merry. Girls loved him. Children loved him. Mothers loved him, heck even stray dogs loved him. And he loved them all right back. One-liner, jokes, pranks, funny faces were his forte. Anything for a good time, and anything for a lady was his motto. People were drawn to him, and parties coalesced around him. I have many happy memories of Trevor at parties, girls hanging off him every which way, glass in hand, eyes shining, dark hair ruffled, winking at me as if to say "isn't this fun?" Jules was right. I was hollow, empty and dull. The year before, I'd lost my younger brother in a car accident and the loss knocked me flat. I'd struggled ever since to re-weave the threads of my life, and to convince myself that it wasn't my fault. I wasn't doing so well. While Trevor and Jules had moved from university into good jobs and nice apartments, I'd struggled. I drank too much, behaved erratically, and as a result had been fired from a string of dead-end jobs. I had little motivation, and no heart for anything. Oddly though, I still had pride and somehow thought that I could hide it all and pretend I wasn't really touched by it. That Jules wasn't fooled was hardly a surprise. He was smart and knew me well. That he would say so though, so uncharacteristically transparent, stung. If Jules - master of the oblique comment - was telling me I needed a break, then it was worse than I knew, and I really wasn't hiding anything as well as I thought I was. Hurt, I ducked my head and tears prickled behind my eyes. I might even have said "no" at that moment, except Trevor, serious for once, put his arm around my shoulders, his lips close to my ear and whispered, "Come for a ride. Let go." There was a moment then, when the bar seemed to suck in around me, all noise seemed muffled, and I seemed to stare right down the futile hole I was digging for myself. Trevor and Jules floated there - close, concerned, and wanting to help pull me out of it. What could I do? I nodded. I let go. I went for the ride. That weekend we headed out in Jules' fathers van. Jules had borrowed it, and the summer house in Vernon with the excuse that we would drive out and repair the wobbly pilings on the boat-jetty. The wobbly jetty was a family legend at Jules' house. The jetty had wobbled since day one, and so far as everyone knew, would continue to wobble for all its days. How Jules talked his dad into coughing up the van for the trip I'll never know. He had his own car. I can only think it was that because Jules drove with German-tuned precision and fluid grace, few people had misgivings about lending a car to Jules. Very solemnly, Jules looked around the spotless, leather interior. "I told my dad we'd be very careful with it." He said. The corner of his mouth quirked. Shoulder checking meticulously he pulled on to the on-ramp, accelerated seamlessly into traffic, and smoothly removed the no smoking tag dangling from the rear-view mirror. Stuffing the whole thing in his mouth, he chewed savagely. We hit the highway pressed into our seats from the acceleration with Jules yowling like a berserker spitting fragments of the tag out the window. As it turned out, it was not the only rule that would get broken on that trip. All the way west I felt my spirits lifting. It felt to me that each kilometre took me farther from home and the guilt that followed me. Watching the country roll by, get damper and prettier and farther and farther from dry, scratchy Alberta was like feeling more and more of the stones I wore around my neck fall by the wayside. By the time we stopped for a coffee-break mid-afternoon, I was feeling like I just might be part of the human race after all. Stopping to change drivers in a small mountain town late in the afternoon, I was sure of it. Leaning against the van smoking and looking toward the strip mall off the highway I caught sight of myself in the window-glass. I had agreed to come to get away - shake off the shackles and lighten up, but found myself heavily and awkwardly wilting in an old pair of sweat pants, a yellowed T-shirt and a run-down pair of sneakers. I had a moment of feeling out of step and out of place, like I'd shown up at a fancy dress party in jeans. It felt important to peel off the layers, shed my skin, and get some sun on me. I felt I'd been a prat and a wet blanket - but reflected that there was no particular reason I had to stay that way. "Hey," I said "I need to pick up a pair of sandals. Lets go over and check out "Village Family Closet" over there. Jules looked at his watch and cocked an eyebrow in mild disbelief. Shopping, particularly for shoes bored him to distraction. That, and we had at least an other hour to go before we got to Vernon. Trevor thumped him on the back and shrugged.. "Hey man, the lady says she needs a new pair of shoes... Let's go." Shoes. Ha! I'm sure the good and dowdy matrons of Village Family Closet thought we were absolutely insane. Trevor and Jules camped it up and played it over the top, pulling over folding chairs and sitting outside the change room pretending to snap photos and write fashion reviews as I twirled and strutted about in a variety of dime-store fashions and flip-flop sandals. Surreptitiously, I stuffed the sweats and T-shirt in the garbage at Village Family Closet. I was still a prat, but at least I didn't look like quite such a sad-sack walking back to the van. I had on a tank-top and denim skirt that Trevor had bought for me, and a bag full of summery clothes in my hand. Neck and shoulders bare to the whispering breeze and setting sun, I felt freer and lighter than I had in a year. The skirt, honestly was a bit short, and the beaded sandals were cheap and flimsy, but I'd somehow wriggled out of my old skin - and that felt surprisingly good. "The Summer Place in Vernon" was an old rambling farmhouse, not really in Vernon, and only partly renovated. I'd been invited several times to stay over summers, and much to the amusement of Jules' father always asked for the "Attic Room". The attic room was flooded with light from a large stained glass window done in vines and grapes. It was a large room, with an oversized feather bed and came complete with its own tiny little Juliette balcony. From the balcony, it was an easy climb onto the roof - something Jules, Trevor and I used to do late at night to get high, talk, and stare at the stars. It was the highest room in the house, in the un-renovated portion, and hotter than hades in the summer. I absolutely loved it. It was almost dark when we arrived. Without much discussion, we pulled snacks from the cooler and wandered down to the wobbly jetty to eat, drink and smoke. The summer place sits in a secluded nook . At night the skies are so dark stars are reflected perfectly in the water. With a little wine and weed in you, its easy to imagine that there is no sky and there is no lake - just a vast, never-ending field of stars. Our conversation turned to wondering if we were alone in the universe, the nature of space-time, and the meaning of god. It was nice, and lazy, and not too serious until Jules got all intellectual on us. He started expounding on theories, debating arguments, and got lost in his own voice. He lay on his back, waving his arms to emphasize his points, and was almost three quarters of the way to proving there was no God, when Trevor and I met each other's eyes across him. Trevor winked and I grinned. Acting as one, we both reached out and smoothly rolled Jules off the jetty and into the lake mid-sentence. He surfaced spluttering and roaring, long blond hair dripping water into his face, looking and sounding like a Viking berserker. Trevor and I fell about the jetty laughing uproariously. I laughed until my sides ached and my eyes watered "SonofaBITCH!" he roared. "Oh! Laugh will you, you ingrates? Well who's laughing now? C'mere you bastard!" With that he grabbed Trevor and hauled him into the water. Trevor, I'm sad to say, screamed like a school-girl all the way in. "Dickhead." pronounced Jules dunking Trevor's head under the water for good measure. I laughed and chortled and clapped my hands with delight. "Oh God" I gasped "that was so freaking funny! Jules, you should have seen yourself. You were still yapping away when you hit the water and you landed, still talking with your mouth open. You must have swallowed half the lake! And you, Trevor, you squealed like a stuck pig." I wiped my eyes, still giggling, and shaking with mirth. "Ooh ha ha - what?" I asked noticing they were both standing in the water and staring at me. "Oh no!" I said. "Don't even THINK that. Don't you dare!" I scrambled back from the edge of the jetty as they both moved in, clearly intending to pull me into the water. "My new shoes!" I exclaimed as Trevor managed to catch one of my ankles. "My new skirt!" I hollered when Jules grabbed the other. "Will you come quietly?" asked Trevor, taking a two-handed grip on my ankle. "Fuck that!" I exclaimed. "You'll have to drag me kicking and screaming!" Trevor and Jules shared a look, shrugged, and pulled. I did kick, I did scream, and that was how I went into the water - hollering and laughing both at the same time. Under the surface, water filled my eyes and ears like healing balm. Kalamalka Lake has a current to it, and surfacing I let the flow take me gently away staring up into that endless field of stars. Dreamily, I heard Trevor and Jules sporting in the water and swapping insults with cheerful abandon. After a minute or two, things got quiet and I turned around, flutter-kicking my way back to the Jetty. Standing, I found the water deeper than I had judged, and the current more powerful. Nothing serious - but I stumbled and went under. Under water I bumped up against something large and solid, and for a frightening moment thought I had met Ogopogo, the mythical lake-monster. Not the monster. Jules. He steadied me, my back pressed against his chest. "I've got you." he said quietly, putting his arms around me and bracing us both against the current. His body was strong and solid and his thighs pressed invitingly against me. Something struck me then. Perhaps the way he said it. Maybe it was the way his arms went around me. Something had been uncovered and brought to the surface in that moment. I turned around and stared into his face. His regard was calm, patient and honest. I saw something then that had always been there, but simply hadn't registered with me until then. "How long?" I asked him. Sure, it was an oblique question - but I thought he understood it. "Since the second time I saw you." he said still holding my gaze. "The second time? What about the first time?" I asked. Mostly genuine, but a little teasing too. "The first time I met you, you were with Trevor. I thought you were one of his girls." "Yes, but we know that as far as Trevor is concerned, every girl is 'his' girl." I reminded him. "Yeah, but he's my best friend, Hart. There's some things you just don't do - and messing with your best friend's girl is number one." And then he kissed me. Soft and deep and soulful, he kissed me. My head was full of stars to begin with, and the kiss brought back that floaty feeling of being suspended between the ground and the sky. The water made me floaty, and the current seemed to push me tightly against him. I felt immersed in the kiss and buoyed up by it. He kissed me again, and I somehow found myself floating in his arms, lifted up by the water, my legs wrapped around his waist, drinking in his full, wet, deep kiss. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting and holding me. His fingers met the point where my panties defined the line between thigh and crotch, and slipped just past it, under the elastic. I was startled. Perhaps restrained from going further, although not necessarily opposed. I made a surprised noise and a little jerking splash. "Hey!" exclaimed Trevor, abandoning his own floating star-gazing experience. "Jules? Are you hogging Bonnie all to yourself over there?" "I was. Yes." said Jules matter of factly with no trace of rancour and not breaking our embrace either. "Oh." said Trevor bobbing over. "No fair. Can I have a kiss too, Bonnie?" From behind me, he put his hands lightly on my hips, an invitation for me to accept or decline. I looked at Jules. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow at me. Not threatened, not jealous . Just wondering how I would respond. I could have sworn that Jules relaxed his arms and turned me slightly. I could have sworn that Trevor tightened his and pulled me slightly. Both of them would later swear otherwise - that it was entirely me and me alone that turned. Kissing Trevor was like being drunk on wine and wrapped in soft velvet Trevor can never be described as anything other than "pretty". He's blessed with geometrically perfect features, all cheekbones and angles and full sensuous lips. Strong white teeth, aquiline nose, and as I found out with the kiss, a dexterous and talented tongue. The consummate seducer he was, he didn't embrace me, letting me instead stretch up to meet his lips and kiss him. The kiss was a knee-buckler, and I sagged back against Jules afterwards. The end of that kiss could have turned out so awkward, and it could have turned out so weird, but it actually turned out to be funny, and fun - and elementally, the three of us behaving just the way we usually did. After kissing Trevor, I said the first thing on my mind which was a completely innocent "I really want to get out these wet clothes!" "Rowl!" Exclaimed Trevor making a perfectly comical lecherous face. "Hoho!" crowed Jules, "She's got to have it!" There was a moment of tension then, as though by mutual agreement we had all decided to get out of the lake, when we all spotted the half-full bottle of wine still sitting on the Jetty. Who would be first there, and the one to claim the prize? It was a slow-motion race, wading through chest-deep water, splashing, cursing, jostling, and giggling all the way. I made it first, snatched up the bottle and raced up the lawn to the house with Trevor and Jules in hot pursuit. Up the stairs and through the door, the three of us tumbled into the attic room in a breathless tumble. "Its mine!" I cried "all mine, buah-ha-ha" and gulped down the remaining wine. I set the bottle down triumphantly and turned to peeling off my wet and clammy clothes. "Ah shit." said Jules, and having kicked off his wet jeans and shirt fell on the bed in mock dismay, deprived of the prize of the bottle of wine. Trevor, more particular about his clothes was trying to thread his sodden belt out of the belt loops, presumably to hang it up to dry, but was hampered by his inability to stop laughing. "Aw crap, Bonnie. It's good to hear you laugh," he said. "We haven't carried on like that since before the crash." It was such a perfectly natural thing to say. But also the perfectly wrong thing to say. The words were like a bucket of water that sobered all of us instantly. The laughter of the evening completely left me, and I felt cold fingers of dread and panic thread their way through me. I didn't cry, I just felt cold and numb all over again. Exactly the way I'd felt pretty much every day for the last year. Jules sighed a long serious sigh and linked his fingers behind his head thoughtfully. "Hart," he said, "It wasn't your fault. For God's sake, it was not your fault! You lent your brother your car. - so what? Your involvement ended at that point. What he did in that car, what happened in that car, what happened to that car, has nothing, nothing to do with you, or any choice you made. Why you tear your heart out for it every day; or why you feel that you need to keep on suffering for something that never even had anything do with you is completely beyond me. It makes no sense and I don't understand it, but goddamn it, Hart, I'd do anything in the world if meant I could get you to stop punishing yourself over it." Despite the muggy heat in the room, I froze to the floor, and the blood drained from my face with a dizzying rush. I stared at Jules mutely, wanting very badly to back away from the nail that had just been precisely hammered on the head. Behind me, Trevor let out his held breath in a rush. Jules' face was as white as my own. He closed his eyes slowly. "Oh God...Hart...That's it, isn't it? I nodded one time, the truth out and hanging there. I couldn't stand myself. I did feel like I was responsible. It was my car, and if I hadn't lent him the car he would still be alive. I couldn't punish myself enough for that thought. I certainly had tried. Working at a futile job, drinking myself to oblivion, denying myself every happiness and every future was trying. It was driving me into the ground trying - but broke, miserable, and falling to pieces trying, I just couldn't seem to make myself hurt enough to scour that guilt away. Jules sat up in the bed and held his arms out to me. "Oh Jesus!" he said softly "Come here, you poor fucked-up thing, you." He held me tight to him his arms clasping me tight to his chest. I thought that Jules expected me to cry, then. His body was warm, but it couldn't touch the numbness I felt numb. My secret being out didn't help much. The guilt was untouched and I was still just ice inside. Treasure & Jewels Ch. 01 I felt Jules looking over my shoulder at Trevor and knew I was hurting them both with knowledge of the state I was in. I found though, that I didn't much care. I desperately wanted to, but couldn't. I simply didn't have it in me to muster much feeling about anything at all. I don't know how long that awful moment dragged on. That room was still for a long, long time. After a while, Trevor broke the silence. We found out then just how far Trevor was willing to go with his "anything for a lady" attitude. Surprisingly far. "Bonnie?" he said softly, "Do you need...do you need someone else... to punish you?" Jules turned my face toward him, and his serious blue eyes were asking me the same question. I nodded one time, and closed my eyes. The answer was yes. The sound when a doubled-up leather belt smacks something is alarming. While its mostly just the two pieces of leather smacking together, there's definitely some bite to that thunder. And it hurts. It is, after all supposed to. Trevor didn't give me an experimental "love-tap", nor did he wind up wallop me either. It was a solid snap that landed square on my ass with a loud crack and a burning sting. I didn't jump, flinch or make the slightest sound. I was too numb. It didn't touch me. The second strike followed the first in exactly the same way, loud, hard, and burning like fire. It hurt, it really did, and yet some obstinate part of me wanted to insist that I didn't feel it. After the third strike, I did jerk a little in response. Jules took my face in both his hands and studied me with intense concentration and concern. Sweat was trickling down his ribs, there his muscles were taut and tense under my hands. Over and over Trevor's belt fell on my backside. It started to feel like liquid fire across my skin, and I found I could not suppress a reflexive jump from the strikes. After one particularly stinging blow, I broke eye contact with Jules, and turned my face away. Jules captured my face again and shook his head slightly. His attention and concern was just as intense as before. Apparently if I was going to go through with this, I wouldn't be allowed to turn away or hide from anything. The next slap forced a grunt from my lips. It hurt, it really, really hurt. The beginnings of an awful feeling were welling up inside me. I fought a rising sense of panic, a buzzing feeling of losing control, and a certain sense that I was either going to throw up or break apart. The next one undid me. I cried out, and tears spilled out from my eyes. In the next instant the floodgates broke and I was raging. It was like the beast I kept caged up inside had broken free and every negative, festering thing I'd been keeping inside came rushing out of me. It was like vomiting up repressed emotion in waves; and once started, I couldn't stop. Rage, that was the beast I'd been keeping hidden. I raged, I howled, I sobbed and screamed. I felt so much rage and anger. Anger at my brother. Anger at myself for letting it be my fault. Anger for all the time and I'd wasted moping around. I swore, I cursed. I screamed out everything I wanted to say to my brother for being a careless fool, for tearing our family apart, for leaving me alone. I pounded my fists against poor Jules' chest, and finally wound down, exhausted and sobbing. When the rage subsided, I found there was some honest real sadness underneath - and that it was ok. I'd wound up lying between Trevor and Jules. Trevor rubbed my back; Jules stroked my hair. I felt drained and clean. Done. Calm, and not at all embarrassed about the storm of emotion I'd just unleashed. There was quiet. Full peaceful quiet for a half an hour or more. Finally, Jules said "what happens now?" I thought that over seriously, and tentatively probed my newly rediscovered desires. Much like my bottom, my emotions raw and tender, but on the whole functional. I found several barriers had been broken, and that a variety of animals had slipped their cages. One in particular was howling for release. So I said what was on my mind. "I want fuck both of you", I said. "Here. Tonight. Now." I would have expected that Trevor would have responded first to the statement. To my surprise, it was Jules. Between us, I felt his cock jerk against my leg, then swell and stiffen. He rolled me on top of him so I was straddling his hips, and wriggled out of his still-damp shorts beneath me. His hand moved between us guiding his cock between my lips and into my damp and ready pussy. I didn't even get a chance to glimpse it first, it happened so fast. He felt thick and solid, stretching the walls of my pussy pleasantly around his thickness. I leaned backward slightly, opening my legs wider to settle him more deeply inside me. He felt good - hard, heavy and very satisfying. He set his hands on my upper thighs and started rocking himself inside me, sending waves of delicious friction throughout my pussy. My body, denied this kind of pleasure for far too long reacted quickly. I felt a sexual flutter, way down low in my belly and a rush of blood to my face making my cheeks hot and rosy. "Take a breath, Hart." murmured Jules. I'd been holding my breath unconscious, and with his words drew in a sudden and reflexive snatch of breath through my nose. The breath released pent up tension, and triggered a cascade of sexual trip wires in my body. My nipples prickled into life, standing out straight and hard from my breasts. My pussy flowered with wetness and my hips began in insistent humping rhythm, grinding and bucking against him. I gasped out loud as I rode him, losing myself quickly in the flood of sensations centred below my navel. Trevor, responding slower to my pronouncement gathered me in his arms from behind and nuzzled my ear. Trevor, possessed with the soul of an artist and the sexual prolictivities of an alley-cat had a unique talent for spouting off pillow talk that bordered on obscene and bordered on art too. It just flowed off his tongue like honey - sweet, thick and very very sexy. Jules had no such talent and could only ever tell the truth. "Can you feel his cock, Bonnie? Yes... I bet you can. I bet you can feel it all the way up inside you spreading you open and filling you up? Is it good, baby? Is it good there? Do you like it? Do you like it a lot? I can tell you like it. I can feel your heart hammering like a jack-hammer and your back starting to sweat. That's it baby. Ride it. Grind on it. Let yourself go wild on him. I think you like his big knobby cock inside you quite a lot. Its making you all soft and creamy inside and you really want to come soon, don't you ." I could only make little agreeing fucking noises - unable to respond in speech. Trevor shifted his grip to clasp my tits firmly in his hands, pressing them strongly into my chest and pulling me to him. I was inclined backwards, leaning on and supported by Trevor. Tilted and off balance, I was no longer able to grind myself on Jules, but the angle of penetration was certainly interesting to say the least. Jules stroked me inside with deep, measured pushes - the head of his cock was round and bulbous and the friction of it rubbing against the walls of my clasping, swollen pussy captured my attention and made me tremble with delight. Trevor tilted me back another inch or two, causing the tip of Jules' dick to rub firm and solid against my g-spot. "Ahh!" I gasped hanging limply in Trevor's grasp, stunned at the intensity of the sensation. His hands were moving on my tits now, kneading them together, pressing them hard, and delicately plucking and tweaking my incredibly sensitive nipples. "Ohh" breathed Trevor in my ear. "Is that it? Is that the spot, baby? Is he hitting you just there where you need it and making you feel all good inside? You can tell me, Bonnie. Its ok to admit. You can admit that he's fucking you really good and you really dig on it. You can come all over Jules if you feel like it. Go ahead, let it all out. You can moan out loud or scream or carry on if you want to. Yeah. Like that. Feels real good, doesn't it. What's that? That is the spot? Uh-huh? Uh-huh? Your skin is so hot, Bonnie - like you're blazing on fire. So fucking hot. So fucking sweet? What does that feel like inside? How deep does the heat go? All the way down to your burning clit? Tell him what you want, Bonnie. How do you like it? How do you want it, angel? Slower and harder? Ohhh. You ARE deeply sexed little minx aren't you? Slower so it lasts longer and harder so you feel it more. Is that the way? Is that slow enough for you? Are you going to come now? Don't you want to come, hmmm?" His hands on my tits were driving me to near-frenzy. He teased and he stroked till I was vibrating like a plucked string. I felt suspended between the two of them - like Jules' marvellous cock and Trevor's exquisite fingers were the only things anchoring me to earth. Jules moved his hand to my crotch and rubbed my drowning clit in slow circles with his thumb. It was electric, drawing a long low moan from my lips. He moved in counterpoint to his strokes, pressing my swollen nub hard against my pubic bone and rubbing in between. It was too much. It was just enough. It was exactly what I needed. For one long slow heartbeat I felt my body gathering itself for climax and then I was crashing hard, wave after wave of orgasm carrying me over the edge and wracking my body with rolling spasms. Trevor continued to hold me and Jules continued to move inside me until sighing, he closed his eyes and surrendered to his own powerful orgasm. "Both". I reminded them. "I want you both tonight." My thighs and hands were trembling and I felt slightly strung-out and over-stimulated, but I was genuine in my desire to have both my friends that evening, and impatient to complete the quest. Jules pulled out of me with a slightly slurpy sucking sound and scooting up against the headboard, turned me around in his arms so I was semi-reclining and facing Trevor. My pussy clenched again in anticipation and I could feel a warm stream of Jules' semen oozing out of my crack. Naked, Trevor looked much like I always imagined he would. The perfect symmetry of his face was echoed in the perfect symmetry of his body. His flat stomach jerked with quick, raspy breathing in the heat of the room. Dark hair showed at his underarms and the centre of his chest, leading to a treasure trail of hair down his belly to the thicket where his cock sprang forward. Like most very tall men, hick cock was long and lanky too. Long, straight and almost perfectly cylindrical, it was engorged with blood, twitching in his hand and oozing pre-cum in eagerness. He knelt on the bed, spreading my thighs apart with his knees. Shifting slightly, he stroked my hips, leaned forward and smoothly slid his length into me. "ooohoh" I sighed feeling him penetrate my swollen tissues. He held back, exploring me with his cock and judging my depth to within a hairs breadth. Having sounded me thoroughly, he pumped and stroked smoothly with a solid rhythm. Sweat dripped off the tip of his perfectly formed nose, landing hotly and wetly in the centre of my chest. I watched in fascination as his eyes alternated between closing in pleasure and holding my own. Almost like he couldn't help it, more words of passion tumbled from his full lips. "Awww fuck" he murmured, "like silk, just like silk all juicy wet inside. You feel so good, Bonnie. So hot. So sweet. So tight. So fucking sweet it makes my mouth water for you. Oh, fuck baby, I can feel the juice from your pussy flowing over my balls, you're so wet. You make me want to come so bad. I just want to plant my cock inside you and let loose a flood that will wash you away. He was leaning back on his heels, holding me by the hips and fucking at a slight up-angle into my slobbering, quivering muff. His hips were jerking strongly, rubbing his thighs against mine, and slamming his long, long tool into me. "Play with your clit, angel. Rub that little pearl and come for me won't you? Oh, please come, Bonnie. Come on my cock. Touch it. Stroke it. You look so pretty when you do." My hand slid to my clit and I felt my clit with my middle finger. It was like a marble floating in oil - swollen hard and urgent and bathed all round with my slippery juices. I was almost there, just on the edge - when Trevor could not hold back any longer and unleashed a torrent of hot come into my grasping cunt. He shuddered and twitched, his face red and hot, moaning deep in his throat as he emptied himself into me. "Don't stop." he whispered, holding himself still inside me. "keep stroking it for me. Show me how you get there, and how your busy little fingers make your clit sing." It didn't take long. With his expert fucking, the whole emotional intensity of the evening, and my own fingertip on my clit, I felt the felt the muscles in my stomach jerk suddenly and launch me into a grabby, snatching climax. Trevor winced at the force of my climaxing cunt clenching around his super-sensitive dick, and groaned in a combination of relief and ecstasy when my spasming pussy actually squirted him out. Later, in the bathroom I got a drink and splashed water on my face. Despite being pale from exhaustion, and blotchy from the heat, I looked no different in the mirror than I ever had. I had expected somehow that my epiphany would show on the outside. Oddly enough, I guess they never do. I went back to the bedroom and saw that Jules and Trevor had tidied up some, and seemed unsure what to do with themselves. "Don't go." I said lying down in the middle of the bed. "Don't leave me alone tonight. Stay with me." My eyes were already drooping and my body had taken on that pleasantly leaden feeling that comes right before sleep. The last things I heard that night were the bed creaking as Trevor got in one side, and Jules, reaching up to open the window to let the cool night air into the room. Treasure & Jewels Ch. 02 That first morning with Trevor and Jules I came awake gently. I felt as thought I could go on sleeping for days, but the light that came in through the stained glass window was too bright to be ignored. Awake, but with my eyes closed, my whole world was stained bright juicy raspberry-red by the light filtered by the glass and my own eyelids. It was hot, and I was damp with sleep-sweat, hair sticking to the back of my neck, one arm stuck to Trevor's ribs, and one thigh stuck to Jules' hip. I wondered idly what on earth we were going to say to each other and what the day would bring. I opened my eyes and found Trevor, already awake lying with the sheet pulled down to his waist and his hands laced behind his head, waiting for at least one of us to wake up. "Hi," he whispered. "How do you feel this morning?" How did I feel? How is one normally supposed to feel after flipping out, stripping naked, figuratively and literally, allowing her two best friends to scrouge away her personal demons and then fucking them both? "Normal" just doesn't apply to situations like that. "Weird." I whispered back. "Shy. A little embarrassed." "Me too," answered Trevor mulling that over. "How's your ass? Did I hurt you?" Gingerly, I felt my buttocks. They felt warm, but so did everything. It was hot and sticky in that bed. "Stung like bloody hell at the time," I told him, "but it's no worse than a little sunburn this morning". Trevor seemed to think that over for a bit, and then probably because he felt awkward about it, peeled my arm off him, leaned over, planted a kiss on my forehead. The kiss woke Jules. "Trevor," he mumbled sleepily, "Are you hogging Hart all to yourself over there?" "Yes. And I was hoping to sneak in a quickie before you woke up, actually. Could you be a sport and pretend to be asleep for a few more minutes?" quipped Trevor. Jules ignored it. "Anything in particular you'd like to do today, Hart?" he asked me. It was still early, but it was shaping up to be one of those blazing hot days heavy with heat and perfect for for dozing on the beach in-between cold beers and ice-creams. "Yeah..." I said, "I want to get a good book, lie around on the beach, and do nothing all day." That would have been the plan, I'm sure except that when I got out of bed, Jules whistled softly between his teeth. "Oh, I don't think so, Hart." he said. "I have to tell you, Miss red-hair-and-freckles, I-get-blisters-sitting-near-a-40-watt-bulb, that does not look like 'a little sunburn' on your backside. That's not the kind of thing you want to show in public." Looking in the mirror, I didn't think it was that bad. There were two or three slightly raised weals, and few red spots. I thought that a person would have to spend a lot of time scrutinizing my ass, and have an active imagination to think anything other than I'd been sitting in a hot deck chair. In a bathing suit, it would hardly show at all. Jules was obstinate though, and we went hiking instead. Jules took us to his favourite view point, up the mountain a few kilometres to a rocky clearing with spectacular views of the valley and the lakes. From that vantage, Lake Okanagon stretched long and narrowly to the south, Kalamalka wound to the north and to the right, and friendly little Wood Lake nestled in between them, all framed with misty blue spruce and high-summer haze. A tumble of fallen rocks provided a shaded a patch of hummocky grass where we sat and looked about. Trevor had his sketch pad out within minutes, capturing the view in quick, short strokes. Jules leaned back on his knapsack, nose in a complicated book about the intersection of mathmatics and philosphy. Me, I lay on my back, head propped on Jules' hip and happily indulged in my secret vice; X-Men comics. A lazy hour passed this way, until Trevor turned around, one elbow resting on his knee. "Bonnie," he said "What would it take to get you to pose for me here and now?" I looked up from the unfolding graphic relationship between Scott and Jean Grey and paused. Trevor was notorious for persuading girls to take off their clothes and pose nude for him to sketch. Notorious? No, he was famous for it. I'd always been curious as to how he persuaded so many women to pose for him. "I don't know", I said slowly and uncertainly. "Why don't you try to persuade me?" And he smiled. Like the Cheshire Cat, from ear to ear, his lips spread out in a devious grin,showing a lot teeth and dimples. "Ok," he said, placing hands and knees on the ground and advancing slowly toward me. His voice dropped into a low, seducing rumble "If its persuading you want, it's persauding you shall have." Guerilla-style, he wriggled on the ground toward my feet, then between my legs coming to rest with his elbows leaning just above my knees. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he wagged his fingers with a dramatic flourish like a magician about to produce a bunny from a hat. Then he grabbed the waistband of my shorts. "Oh, you wouldn't dare!" I told him "Oh yes I would." he said nodding and grinning even more widely. From above my head I heard Jules confirm it. "Oh yes, he would" he said. Flirting and teasing only goes so far. Inwardly daring myself to do it, I lifted up my hips and let Trevor pull off my shorts and panties. For a moment I felt all kinds of shy about it - bare-assed on the mountain, with my hiking boots still on. But there comes a time to put your money where your mouth is. And for Trevor, at least, that moment had come. "Oooh", he breathed, "So the lady is amenable to 'persuasion' after all." His full lips were soft and tickling as he first made contact - drawing intricate arabesques on the skin of my upper thigh with the tip of his tongue. Closer and closer he worked to the centre, pausing for a moment, poised with both arms wrapped around my thighs. Did I really dare? Really? I sighed and relaxed the tension in my back, and let Trevor spread my thighs apart with the palms of his hands. I dared too. Slowly, his fingers spread my damp lips apart. Outdoors, in the open I felt a deeper sense of be opened and exposed. I felt bright hot sunshine falling on my inner thighs and inner lips. My clit, never before exposed to sunlight felt blazing hot in the glare. Holding me open with his fingertips, he brought his face closer and closer to my quim, tickling me with his breath and proximity. Then his tongue made full wet loving contact from top to bottom. He kissed me there, gently at first, showing me the full sensitivity of his beautiful mouth, then harder and harder again, open-mouthed, grinding his face against my pubic bone. I had expected something light and teasing. The full-on direct approach was an unexpected element, a mind-fuck that had me gasping and responding quickly. Pausing momentarily, he made sure I was watching and put two fingers inside his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and pulling them out glistening wet. I groaned and lifted up even more as he slid both fingers smoothly inside me, pressing and applying pressure from deep up inside. He had the pressure just right - just there and just right. When I moved, he moved with me, stroking and pressing and rubbing in perfect time. He licked my button, already hard and swollen, pressing it into my flesh, massaging it and moving up, down and around it. I could feel a rising heat prickling across my skin, and knew I must be making silly little whimpering noises. Open-mouthed, my face was pressed hard into Jules' leg, and I know I was clutching his knee hard enough to leave marks. "Oh Christ," Jules whispered, moving a strand of hair out of my mouth. "Oh Christ, indeed, that is so hot." Trevor made his perfect lips into a perfect O and took my clit into his mouth, sucking gently while pressing it firmly with his tongue. He built the intensity up from there, sucking harder, but not faster, matching the same intensity with his fingers inside me. It all happened so fast, it was almost alarming. Like a shock wave - not the usual slow rolling surf. I recall coming and coming hard, shaking, with my hands covering my face in a kind of erotic surprise. Jules lifted my hands away from my eyes, peering into my face questioningly. I blinked and smiled up at him. "Oh." I breathed. "Oh my." "So," said Trevor making puppy-dog eyes at me "Are you sufficiently persuaded now? Will you pose for a sketch?" Trevor made four sketches that day. The first one is me lying face up on the blanket. I am stretched out, one hand clutching the opposite wrist over my head, with my ankles demurely crossed. He captured a certain softness to hip, thigh and mouth plus a tell-tale flushing of the cheeks that makes me look like a woman who has obviously just been expertly "persuaded". The second is of me and Jules lying together looking up at the sky. It looks just like we're exploring the infinite together, although we were really just watching an eagle circle overhead. The third is brilliant and simple. Its me sitting on my heels, looking back over my shoulder toward Trevor. Its just a quick sketch, but you can tell its me, hiking boots and all, smiling and trying to keep my hair out my face in the breeze. The final one is my favourite. Its Jules and I together again, this time showing me performing fellatio on Jules. In the sketch, there is a faint suggestion of mountains and trees. Jules' hips are thrust forward, and his shoulders are rolled back. His spine makes a perfect S-Curve as he looks down the hair on his belly into my face. My hair is tumbled all over place, but you can still just make out Jules' fingertips supporting the line of my jaw. We are staring into each other's faces and we both look happy. The scene evokes a spirit of pan-like satyr being joyfully serviced by a mountain nymph. Its beyond erotic. Its obscene. But It is, honestly the best portrait that has even been made of me. I can never show it to anyone of course, but I still keep it wrapped in tissue paper in a drawer, tucked way with other memories. All this time later, I look at that sketch and I can still feel Jules' fingers on my chin and taste him in my mouth. Treasure & Jewels Ch. 03 Later in evening we went to a nightclub in town. I wore a white halter-necked sun dress, a cheap thing from Village Family Closet, but pretty and summery nonetheless. Too late, I remembered what a poor choice white is for a nightclub. Black lights made the dress glow violet, and me stand out in glowing neon relief in the crowd. Despite the heat, I wished for a sweater. Eyes found their way to dress, and my chest and legs soon after. I spent the first part of the evening trying to be inconspicuous, until Trevor brushed it off. "Hey Bonnie," he said handing me something with vodka in it. "The dress looks good on you. It's nice. You look pretty. So it glows like a Christmas tree? Big deal." He squinted at me sideways. "It kind of makes you like some shimmery, glowing goddess come to earth to drink and party with us mortals tonight. Besides, it could be a lot worse. Could be that chick over there. White panties and white bra under black clothes. Hoo-ha! We can all see her undies." He grabbed my hand. "C'mon" he said, "Let's dance and show these humble country folk how it's done." Trevor adored nightclubs and was in his element there. There's never been a dance-track recorded that I didn't like, and as a result Trevor and I often dragged Jules, grumbling from club to club. I suppose we always hoped we could convince him it was fun. The club had a party DJ with a knack for bringing people to their feet. He spun records from all genres and eras in disregard for fashion - only for keeping the party rolling and getting people moving. Trevor and I danced until we were soaked with sweat and laughing out loud. It was a fine moment about an hour later, when our DJ, with the help of Grandma Funk, finally convinced Jules to shake his ass and join us on the dance floor. We cheered with delight, it being a rare treat for him to join us on a dance floor. We were showing off, I admit. People were already staring at the white dress and Trevor's slinky moves. With the party atmosphere, vodka, and two lovers to enjoy - it was surprisingly easy to ramp it up and really give them something to stare at. It started innocently enough with some touching and bumping, and moved quickly to things like me arching my arms over my head around Jules' neck while Trevor swayed into my hips. We moved on to me dancing back to back with Trevor while Jules pressed himself hard up against me and tumbled his fingers in my hair. By the time we got to Jules holding me from behind and Trevor squatting on the floor to run his hands up my bare legs, we were attracting many stares - not all of them happy ones. "Hey! Get a room why don't you?" yelled someone in the crowd. We shared some slightly guilty glances between us. "Well," said Trevor "He does have a point. Come on. Let's leave before they throw us out." "Gad, I'm thirsty" announced Trevor as we tumbled out of a cab and back into the house, giddy, warm and pleasantly soused. He headed straight for the kitchen and poured water from the faucet into a glass and downed it without pausing. I hoisted myself onto the counter and sat watching, slightly amused. Jules leaned against the refrigerator door, halfway searching for late night snacks, and halfway watching Trevor speed-drink the local water supply. Finished, Trevor sighed blissfully and cocked his head from side to side, popping his neck loudly. "Right then," he said setting the glass firmly on the counter, "I've wanted to do this all night." He stepped between my knees where I was seated on the counter and planted his hands on either side of me. Leaning close, he kissed me; a cautious gentle kiss on the lower lip. His lips felt cool and slippery from the water, and I felt my insides lurch in sudden tingling response. He stepped closer, spreading my thighs apart with his body. The scent of warm skin and good cologne worked its way into my brain and through my veins. I wanted more kissing in an urgent sort of way. Trevor's hands came around my back, pressing his palms against my bare shoulder blades and spine. He captured my lower lip in his mouth and sucked it wetly and seductively, stretching it slightly and running the tip of his tongue across the sensitive inner membrane of my lip. I felt my insides turning to liquid honey in response to his kissing. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sexy, syrupy feelings growing inside me. It was meltingly hot in the kitchen, but a sudden shiver rippled my skin and I felt goose bumps break out across my back where Trevor was touching me. "Hardly ever see you in a dress, Bonnie" said Trevor, breaking the kiss for a moment. "It's nice. Fetching, you might say." He kissed me again, just as moistly, but quick this time. "And it's been driving me mad all night knowing what's inside it." His hands moved up my waist to my ribs where his thumbs grazed the points of my nipples through the fabric of the dress. "Or rather," said Trevor focusing down on his thumbs "what's not inside it." His thumbs were just barely touching me. The touch was almost imperceptible. My nipples stiffened in response, straining at the fabric of the dress as though seeking out his touch. I stared down in amazement. Of course I wore no bra under the backless halter dress, but I was still surprised to see my own nipples clearly outlined and visible through the double layer of fabric at the front of my dress. I felt so sensitive that I could imagine individual threads of the fabric touching and pressing into the delicate skin there. It was maddening. Trevor's whisper-light touch was almost unbearable. I tried to wriggle forward and press my breasts urgently into his hands, seeking more satisfying contact. "Oh Bonnie" breathed Trevor. "You're so cruel to me. Can't you see what you've done? So saying, he pressed his hips firmly against my inner thigh letting me feel the swelling hardness there. "Oh sure, it's easy for you to sit there, all calm and collected. After all, you got to come from my 'persuading' on our hike this afternoon." "And Jules," sighed Trevor assuming a hard-done-by and sorrowful expression, "He got relief by way of your sweet, sweet mouth. But not me. Oh no, I had to watch you sucking him off, all the while tasting you on my lips, and not being offered a single scrap in return." He shook his head and sighed dramatically, somehow managing to look sad and pitiful while he slid one hand around my neck to nimbly undo the string of the halter that held the dress up. The dress fell away from my chest and Trevor sighed again, this time the force of his breath tickling my bare nipples and making them surge with excitement. His mouth came closer and closer, but not quite touching as he spoke again. "So very, very cruel." Once again, Trevor's thumbs grazed my nipples, this time bare skin on skin making me jump with pleasure. I arched my back, desperate to feel the same cool and liquid kisses he had brought to my mouth earlier on my tits. I groaned out loud when he finally snaked out his tongue and wetly flicked the tip over my nipple. "You're killing me here, Bonnie" he said, quickly licking the other. "Can't you see I'm on fire for you?" "Trevor," I said trying to keep the tremble out of my voice, "if I said I'd go down on you would you suck on my tits right now?" Trevor's mouth fastened on me, drawing deeply and plunging me into a deeper pool of lust. His hands came up, squeezing both breasts firmly and pushing the nipple in his mouth more firmly against his tongue. "Mm." He said, brushing his wet lower lip back and forth against the hardened tip. "That would be nice. Promise?" "Cross my heart." I said and leaned back on my hands enjoying wave after wave of delicious sensation as he squeezed my tits together and brought his lips and tongue to both of them - sometimes separately, sometimes fitting both into his mouth at once. I was gasping open-mouthed at the sweetness of it, and the hard, urgent tug of lust building in my belly as he swirled and sucked and nibbled. Over Trevor's shoulder, I saw Jules, sitting at the table now, watching us intently and unconsciously stroking the bulge in his pants. He caught my eye and winked, easing his thighs apart and showing me how tightly his jeans were strained across his crotch. I knew it then that I was going to have them both again that night, and the thought sent another deeper jolt of excitement coursing through me. "I want..." I started to say but was distracted by Trevor stretching the skin surrounding my nipple with his teeth and lapping at the middle with a flickering tongue "I want to...oh." "You want what, Bonnie? A drink of water? You want to go upstairs? You want to suck my cock?" I wanted all three and then some, very badly. Somehow I found the will to push Trevor off me and slid off the edge of the counter. I even managed to clumsily re-tie the halter around my neck before leading the way upstairs, accepting a chilled bottle of water from Jules on the way. I wound up on my back, stretched across that marvelous oversized feather bed, reaching my arms over my head to pull Trevor in close. "Now wait just a minute here," said Jules before any halters could be untied or zippers undone. "Seems to me Trevor has a valid point. It's true that I did get head from Hart, and that she got it from Trevor, so to truly even things out, and make them fair all around, Hart needs to suck Trevor's cock, and she needs me to eat her pussy for her." Jules' hand was on my thigh, inching the dress slowly up toward my waist. "Seems fair to me." I groaned, feeling the dress slide over my mound, up above my panties. They weren't quality - just sheer nylon string bikinis with itchy lace and a tiny bow in the front. It would be relief to have them off. "I can practically see right through these panties," exclaimed Jules tracing around the hair they covered. "There's almost nothing to them." Through the sheer nylon the tip of one finger tickled the top of my slit, then the back of his whole hand stroking back and forth across the fabric and between my legs. "And they're soaked. Jesus, Hart - your panties are soaked right through." His face came close, the hair on the line of his chin scratching faintly as his laid his cheek on my thigh. He stroked me, feeling my wetness on his fingers through my panties for a few moments before easing them over my hips and off my thighs. Earlier, Trevor had taken the direct approach, letting me know what I was getting straight away and bringing me there quickly. Jules played a different card, flirting and teasing, just barely inserting the tip of his tongue between my swollen lips and running it up and down. "How is she?" asked Trevor, finally coming into my embrace after undoing, and pushing my dress down around my waist. "Like the ocean," answered Jules. "Salty, wild, and very, very wet." A moment later, I tasted Trevor and understood Jules' comment. I tasted salt on his skin as his hard and silky cock pressed into my mouth. With the heat and dancing, we were all slightly salty to taste. Hungrily I opened my mouth for more, wanting to pull as much of Trevor in as I could. Reaching up, I grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me. I wanted as much of that long hard cock as I could take in. I worked my tongue around the head, keeping it very wet and pressing firmly. "Oh... suck it Bonnie. Suck on it. That's what I like," sighed Trevor pulsing his hips in and out of my mouth. I sealed my lips around him and gave him sucking, pulsing suction, pulling my cheeks in around him while he rocked in and out. Trevor's hands reached out to fondle my breasts, hovering just above my skin for a moment and then softly grasping and denting the flesh with his fingers. He made circles, rubbing the skin on his palms against the very tips of my upright nipples. I made deep "mmm-ing" noises, loving the warmth of his hands and the delicious flowing current it sent through me. "You have such amazing tits, Bonnie" he said. "So round and luscious, full and soft." At "soft" he let go of squeezing and kneading and lightly brushed the smooth face of his fingernails across the outside curves of both breasts. I loved it, wanting more and more, sucking him urgently in response. "So pretty," he sighed, beginning to rub the hard straining peaks of my nipples lightly with the pads of his fingers. At the touch, I felt a new surge of sexiness run through me, and a corresponding spurt of wetness between my thighs. "Like little raspberries, all plump and red." His fingers encircled both nipples, pressing firmly and pulling; twisting very slightly until his fingers slid off, leaving my nipples tingling and aching in empty air. He did it again and again, making me writhe and arch under his hands. "Your nipples are so very soft," he said. "Not that they're not hard. They are. Hard as lemon-drops, actually. But the skin is so soft it's like...rose petals. Yeah. That's it. Rose petals." He was alternating now between touching with his finger tips and plucking my nipples, inflaming them further and making me whimper with the depth of the erotic thrill. "Soft like it's been too long since someone's touched you. Too long, maybe." Jules was at work on my pussy - jabbing his tongue deep inside me and waggling it like a swaying cobra. The sense of flooding wetness and penetration together made my pussy jerk in response. My arousal was so deep I felt it as heavy ball of heat and longing centered between my hipbones, a few inches below my navel. I could feel my pussy clenching involuntarily around Jules' tongue, like it was trying to wring out as much contact as possible. His jaw pressed against me each time he uncoiled his tongue and worked it deep inside me. I ached to have him touch my clit, but with Trevor's cock filling my mouth, all I could do was moan and try to guide Jules tongue by lifting and steering with my hips. At the same time, I wanted all of Trevor and was frustrated that I could only take a portion of his cock into my mouth before stopping at the back of my throat. I wanted more, and there was plenty of it, but my mouth could only accommodate so much. Jules had grabbed my rolling hips, pulling them down hard to the mattress. To emphasize his point he pressed his hand firmly down on my lower belly. The pressure of his hand seemed to press right on the spot where I felt the heavy aching sense of sexual longing inside me. I moaned loudly, tilting my head back and stretching my lips out around the shaft of Trevor's cock. My throat opened wide to let the sound out and I felt another thrill of excitement as Trevor's cock slid a tiny bit deeper in my mouth. Trevor felt it too, and froze above me. Keeping his body still, and moving his arm very slowly, he cupped his hand around the back of my neck, lifting my head slightly. My head titled backward, and I was reminded of first aid classes where we were taught the importance of tilting the head backwards to get a straight, clear airway. My next thought was that the same principle must apply not just to airways, but to the whole throat. Jules, still resting his hand, and now his chin, on the sensitive spot on my tummy looked up and said quietly, "Jesus, Trevor. Be careful not to choke her with that thing." Trevor said nothing - continuing to lift my head and pressing his cock slowly but firmly to the back of my throat. I could feel it pressing there, an odd, full sensation, and then something different, like my throat was slowly opening, like the shutter of a camera only in slow motion. I felt pressure there, but a yielding pressure that was softening as Trevor continued to press deeper into my mouth. I could feel tightness in his legs and buttocks as he pressed, and wondered if it was painful to him. And then, quite suddenly, my whole throat relaxed and opened, and I felt the head of Trevor's cock slide past my tonsils and actually penetrate my throat. It was quite the oddest feeling, slippery and deep, and surprising. His cock was so silky smooth and wet from my mouth that it slid easily enough, not uncomfortable, but totally new and unexpected. The feeling of fullness and blockage in my throat made me try to swallow reflexively around it, and I felt my throat contract and ripple making contact along the shaft of Trevor's cock at the same moment I heard him gasp deep in his chest. I could feel his balls, hard and tight pressing up against my chin and he was all the way in. I wondered if that was what people meant when they talked about 'deep throating'. "Oh God, Bonnie. Don't move. Please don't move" chanted Trevor. Slowly, he pulled his cock back out of my throat, and I automatically sucked in a big breath of air. I blinked in surprise and wondered if I'd somehow hurt him with my teeth or with my mouth. "Oh fuck." he whispered softly, and I realized he was just as surprised as me and fighting to hold back and control himself. "Do you think you could do that again?" I nodded and tilted my own head back this time, guiding his hips with my hands and taking his long, long cock into my mouth. Once again there was that sense of pressure and resistance, and once again Trevor pushed smoothly and slowly past it, penetrating my throat with the entire length of his cock. This time he gently rocked his hips, literally fucking my throat for a few seconds before pulling out and letting me breathe again. Long strings of saliva stretched out of my mouth, clinging to his cock as he withdrew. I gasped, getting air, but wanting his cock back inside my mouth as soon as possible. "Again, Bonnie? Do it again?" Trevor's voice was soft and pleading as he plunged himself into my mouth and throat once more, trembling as he pulsed inside. I tried to consciously swallow again, and found that I was able to control it a little better, actually massaging his cock with my throat muscles. Trevor held as still as possible, making no sound except for shuddering breaths, until I pushed against his hips letting him know I needed air. He pulled out, moaning, pausing to recollect himself and then pumped in and out of my mouth. During this, Jules had moved onto my clit sucking it, while rubbing it firmly with his tongue. The suction was strong, pulling my clit and inner lips away from my body and exposing my clit fully to the pressure of his tongue. It was intense, almost too intense; I pulled back against the suction, stretching my engorged clit even further. Jules let go with a slurping sound and immediately followed up with a series of soft, wet caressing tongue strokes that relaxed my body and made me sigh with pleasure. There was a rhythm to his stroking that made me wonder if he was inscribing the notes of a piece of music on my pearl with his tongue. I was getting into it, rolling along the path to a long luxurious orgasm when he picked up the pace again, sucking hard and applying direct pressure with his tongue. Once again, he pushed down on that spreading ball of warm in my belly, taking me past the bucking resistance, right to the very brink of a crashing hard cum. Right to the very brink, before releasing and lapping softly at my lips and pressing his tongue deep into me again. I moaned loudly at this treatment, beginning to feel desperate to climax. In reply, he spread my lips apart with his hands, and applying the very tip of his tongue directly on my buzzing clitoris, vibrated his tongue rapidly against it. I gasped, torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to grind my hips against his face to achieve release. Again he pulled away, and I swore around Trevor's cock, still sliding in and out of my mouth. I could feel my clit, retreating under its hood in response to such intense stimulation. I was surprised though, to feel Jules slide both his thumbs between my lips, one on each side of my clit, to massage it indirectly through the hood with the edges of his thumbs. Just like he'd planned the whole arrangement, taking me to the edge several times, stimulating my clit until it hid away, he patiently and smoothly rubbed it indirectly, coaxing me back to the trembling edge again. Treasure & Jewels Ch. 03 The indirect stimulation brought a deep feeling of smoldering lust. I felt slower and deeper, slow wave forms surging under the surface of my desire like a gathering tsunami. He brought be close again. Not nearly so close as before, but close enough that I could feel it coming, he continued until I was moaning urgently, and then stretched the skin back, exposing my taut, trembling clit to his tongue once more. I thought that if he touched it directly again that I would scream, or possibly faint, I was so sensitive at that point. But instead he placed his whole mouth on me, warm wet and soft and gently sucked my upper lips and clit into his mouth with a fluttering motion. At the same time, he slipped two fingers into my sopping pussy, giving me fullness and letting me clamp down on them as I dissolved helplessly into wave after wave of rolling climax. Trevor's cock was once again deep in my throat as I started to come; he eased back holding my head and urging me on as the waves started. The sound of his voice and my own keening moans, made slurpy-sounding and muted by the cock in my throat, triggered extra peaks in the long rolling orgasm I experienced. My back arched strongly, lifting my pelvis off the bed, and I grabbed a fistful of Jules' hair, pulling on it as I came and came and came. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck ME!" exclaimed Trevor starting to lose it after watching and hearing me come so powerfully. As I started winding down into post-orgasmic bliss, he thrust into my mouth urgently, jetting spurts of his come down my throat. I lay on the bed, feeling flushed and hot, wracked and spent. My skin blazed. My cheeks and chest, even my knees and elbows felt warm and prickly. I tasted Trevor in my mouth and felt Jules softly petting my thighs and bush. My blood still rushed and I couldn't decide if I needed to sink into sleep or get up and run around. Get up, I decided. With nerve-endings singing and vibrating I couldn't possibly keep still or sleep. A shower, I thought would be just the thing to level-out and clean up. I stood up and took half a step toward the door before my knees buckled and I slid down against the edge of the bed to the floor. "Oh shit" I muttered in surprise. "What happened?" asked Jules, sliding down beside me and pulling me back up. "You ok?" "My knees. Wobbly" I stammered. I knew exactly what had happened. Flooded with sex-hormones and feel-good chemicals, my body had softened ligaments and tendons becoming so pliable and loose that my knees were unstable. "I'm ok. I'm ok. I just, I just...wow, that's all. Wow," I said. Both Trevor and Jules looked worried, somehow unconvinced. "I'm fine. Really." I took a deep breath and spread my arms demonstrating my ability to stand unaided. "Shower." I said moving cautiously to the bathroom door. "Leave the door open, ok?" said Trevor letting his chin sink back into the mattress and watching me go. "No falling down allowed in the shower." Said Jules, looking like he just might follow me to make sure I didn't. I didn't fall, but I leaned heavily against the tiles while cooling water flowed down my head and across my back and shoulders. I stood looking down curiously at my still-shaking knees. I was fine, really fine. I wanted to explain to Jules and Trevor that there was nothing wrong with me and nothing wrong with falling - just that I'd been quite literally swept away and that the experience had just left me temporarily weak in the knees. I wondered if it would be possible to explain the female experience to them, or the range and extent of feeling possible. Probably not, I decided. It was a very late night by the time we were all washed, watered and put to bed. When I did lie down, I felt as though I was falling right into the mattress, drifting down and away. Trevor was soft and somnolent against my one side, Jules still hard and aroused pressed against my back. I put my hand between us pressing his cock questioningly. "Shh, Hart." He whispered close against my ear. "Leave it be tonight. You can play with it again tomorrow."