1 comments/ 27249 views/ 4 favorites Cincinnati Chili -Two Ways Pt. 01 By: ElRoylk She moaned quietly at where the conversation was going, her lips briefly revealing her annoyance. "You're learning, sweetheart. That's good." My hand rested lightly on her exposed sex, her legs spread wide open, her hands tied to the headboard above her. "Tell me again what happened this weekend in Cincinnati." She took a breath, a tear escaping from her closed eyes. This was torture for her; I knew that. But she could stop it anytime; she knew that. "It was Friday night. We'd just finished the week's classes and we were all burnt. There had been a couple of guys flirting with me all week. It was amusing. And flattering. Oh!" My finger touched her clit. "...and I had this thought that I could probably get them to buy me a few drinks and...then..." I stroked her a little bit more, feeling the moisture leaking from her lips. "...and then?" "Unnhhhh...then...hnnnhh...I thought about seducing one of them..." "One?" Her eyes shot open as I pressed a little harder against her clit. The thought I might have suspected her interest in bringing both of them back to her hotel room collided with her realization that she had never said it out loud but had been thinking it. "So?" I pressed harder. "Maybe." She whispered. "Okay. Maybe." I pushed a little harder against the wall of her pussy, close to, but not at that spot. She moaned and tried to push her pelvis against my hand. "When's the next training?" She inhaled sharply. "Next week." "Same guys? Henri? Jim?" "Unh hunh. Same training for all of us. They said they'd be there." She squirmed trying to get relief. "Hmmm...So you checked, eh?" I pushed again, my fingernail scratching on the inside of her wet wall. She let out a little cry. "Yes! Yeah...we're all supposed to stay in...ohhhhnn...touch." "Excellent. Okay. Here's the deal." I settled back to get more comfortable, my finger exiting her vagina, my thumb resting on her mound. She looked down her body at my hand and then up to my face, the craving in her eyes so beautiful. "Next time? Next time you're going to seduce them. Both of them. Same night. Together." She shook her head, "No, no, no, no. I...can't. No. Way. No Ray!" She stopped and looked at me, her face a mixture of disbelief and denial. How could you want me to do that? written in her mouth and eyes. I set my lips and stared at her, my hand leaving her mound, bringing my fingers to my nose. "You want it. I want it. What's the problem?" She stared at my fingers, her pussy lips opening like flower. "I'd...I'd get a...reputation...my career. I couldn't." She knew what she was saying, what she was implying by denying my suggestion. She was either giving up on our deal or setting herself up for something even more...challenging. We had come to a crossroads in our relationship a few months prior. The inevitable boredom of remaining monogamous - for us it had lasted a couple of years - but we both knew it when it happened. I was a little surprised when she brought it up. "We're in a rut," she said after a particularly uninspired round of sex. I couldn't argue - I'd been finding myself flirting with some of the women at work - not something I had expected. "What are you saying?" "I dunno." "Are you interested in trying something a little different? Public nudity, perhaps?" She giggled and slapped me lightly. "No, stupid. It's not the variety. It just feels...safe, I guess. I like the 'edge,' you know?" I did know. It was what had attracted us in the first place and what I had always loved about her. The edge. I think it was the first time she'd spoken it as a word, but it defined much of what we did, how we acted. The conversation continued over a period of days, weeks really. We'd approach it like a dangerous insect - small enough to avoid, we didn't want to get too close, but so intensely threatening it kept us coming back. Eventually, we'd landed on an understanding: we were free to explore other lovers. But, we were each held to an equal and opposite commitment: for me, I couldn't tell her about any of my outside escapades, and for her, she had to tell me everything. Not being able to share with her my intimate narratives was as much torture for me as her being forced to expose every detail of hers. I insisted on a ceremony the night we made the pact. Stripped naked, standing in the center of our apartment, the lights down, candles around us, we fucked standing up, exposed to only ourselves, not hiding in the dark, not under the sheets. Neither of us came, it wasn't enjoyable in the superficial way sex can be - it wasn't meant to be. I demanded we take a Polaroid of it. I made sure it was in her panty drawer where she could see it every morning. "You know you're going to see them again. And you know you want to explore two guys. Look," I slid my finger into her, "it's obvious." "Hnnnnhhh....noooohhh...god, no, no, nnnnnnnn....okay...don't stop...don't stop...okay...okay. Yes. Yes. Yes! Noooooo...you bastard!" I studied her face as my finger brought her to the edge and to her agreement. She wrinkled her nose but didn't turn away when I painted her lips with her moisture, eventually pushing into her mouth and feeling her tongue stroke her juices off me. "Please," she pleaded, pushing my finger out with her tongue, "I'll do it. I'll do it. Just make me come, Ray. Please." As I plunged my cock into her, an image of her being violated by her two lovers nearly pushed me over the edge; the need to be there feeding the fire in my balls. I stopped, my cock impaling her, lifting up on my elbows. "Hey." She looked at me, pleading and confused. "One more thing: you're going to photograph it." Before she could react, I pulled out and slammed into her, hard, fast and deep. The way she needed it, the way she craved it. I knew she'd be sore the next day - I was already feeling a burn, but I couldn't let her protest. She screamed: a mixture of surprise, intense pleasure and a weak denial, all wrapped into a gorgeous uninhibited climax. She was going over the top, my cock shooting a stream of hot cum into her. * - * - * - * She finished packing, the night before her next trip. She looked up, a smile on her face at the present I had for her. "What's this?" She took it - a box with brightly wrapped paper and ribbon. "Something to think of me on your trip. Open it." I sat on the bed next to her suitcase. I watched her face as the wrapping came off, my cock getting hard at the scenes I imagined in the next couple of days. She gasped, the commitment remembered. She looked at me, terror and protest mixed with expectation and excitement. "You...you were serious...?" I nodded slightly, motioning her to open the box. "It's not expensive, or complicated, but we should make sure you know how to work it." This was before the digital age - cameras came in a variety of shapes and models. This wasn't a cheap snapshot version - it had auto-advance, auto-flash, what we might think of as a "point-and-click" today, but back then was middle-of-the road expensive. She took it out of its packaging, looking at the various hatch doors, each inspection reminding her of what was in store. She put in the batteries, opened the film and loaded it, and clicked it shut. With it sitting on her lap she looked up at me, the struggle written in her eyes. "Are you really serious?" She whispered it, hoping I was, hoping I wasn't. "Try it out." She turned it on, its lens cover irising open, her eye peering through the viewfinder. The flash caught me by surprise and she laughed, breaking the tension. * - * - * When I picked her up at the airport we were both so aroused we could think of nothing other than getting home. She smiled at feeling my erection against her, her hand drifting down to rub it. I had already confirmed she'd gone through with the agreement; we'd talked briefly the day after it happened. I insisted on no details until she came back, knowing the anticipation would add to her discomfort. "But how are you going to get the pictures developed?" I could tell she had been struggling with the question since the idea had first come up. "Brad." She looked at me, her hair a foggy frame on the pillow. "Brad?" "Yeah. He's a guy at work - into photography. Has his own dark room. He's suggested he'd be more than happy to show off his skills if I had some shots I wanted developed." "You told him?" Anger replacing the original curiousity. "Hey. Hold on their tiger. He doesn't know what kinds of shots. He's a photo-nut. He says it to everyone. But, yeah, I'll tell him in a New York minute if that's what you want." She realized where this was heading and even in the dim light I could see her blush, the protest building with her breathing. "Don't." I touched my finger to her lips. "Don't say anything. It's happening tomorrow and you're coming with me...unless..." I left the obvious two options unstated: quit the deal or accept a more difficult assignment by using a safe word. She shook her head, the shock at what I was suggesting beginning to register. "No.No. NO! RAY. No! You can't be serious?!" I held her head still and kissed her. Hard. My tongue burying itself in her mouth. She struggled but I kept on until she relaxed into it, relaxed into her fate. "You know it's what you want. It's what we agreed to, baby. You'll tell me all about it with the pictures." "But...but not with...Brad...?" I nodded and kissed her again. "With Brad. I'm calling in my chit...besides it'll be small payment I'm sure for the effort he's going through." I smiled, perhaps a little wickedly. She had refused a simple challenge before her trip - just walking through the condo complex naked - it was after 2AM and a short hop from the Jacuzzi to our unit. Time to collect. "But...Ray...you have no idea...." "Shhhh. Don't tell me. We'll see them together and then you can tell me all about it." She shuddered under me, my hand returning to her open slit, my cock hardening. * - * - * - * Brad was an okay guy. A little boring, average in almost every way: looks, intelligence, weight, height. He lived in a townhouse in one of those 'planned unit developments.' Single, he enjoyed the amenities and didn't have a family to worry about. He greeted us with a welcoming smile. I hadn't given him a clue about what the pictures were, but he wasn't that stupid. "You want anything? Soda? Beer? Coffee?" He invited us back into the kitchen. "The darkroom is downstairs. Anything?" We both grabbed a soda and followed him down, the film rattling around in my jacket pocket. "So, either of you know anything about developing film?" We were in the darkroom - the smell of chemicals strong in the tight space. The downstairs was half buried into the hillside - a walk out floor. He'd converted the guest bedroom, its only window sealed with black fabric, the walls lined with basins, cupboards and counters. Along one side was a cable of clips. We both looked at a few of the prints still drying: beautiful vibrant close-ups of flowers and insects. "Yours?" I pointed. He nodded. "Yeah. I'm trying a new technique. It's been a bitch." He went into the details of the particular film and processing approach, my eyes drifting to Allison to make sure she hadn't fallen asleep, sharing a smile. Brad eventually resurfaced. "So...what have you got?" "Oh, it's definitely not as fine art as you've got there," I joked, Allison stiffening at the prospect of what was about to happen. "But it's definitely art." He took the canister and switched the lighting, the room bathed in a red glow. I looked over at Allison and saw the mixture of anxiety...and desire...flitting across her face. The red lighting made it difficult to see the details, but the way her eyes moved back and forth from the canister in Brad's hands to my face, the tension in her fingers as the held onto the hem of her shirt. The hem of her shirt. She looked alarmed as she noticed the smile on my face. "No..." She whimpered a little. "No? No, what?" I had no idea what she was thinking. I knew what I was thinking. "I...you..." She realized she couldn't actually say what she was thinking without giving me the idea. Whatever it was. Brad had busied himself loading the film into the developer, his back turned. I motioned for her to come to me, my arms in an open embrace. As we hugged, I stroked her back, moving my hands down to her ass and back up, sliding them under her shirt to feel her skin. "You can't be serious!???" She hissed in my ear. I pulled my head back a little and pressed our mouths together, pushing my growing erection against her pubic bone. As my tongue began to wrestle with hers, I smiled internally at her hands reaching around and pulling me closer to her. My hands slipped her shirt up as far as I could pull it, separating our bodies without breaking the kiss. When I had it above her bra without her swatting it down, I knew she was getting turned on at the prospect. The only person in the room who didn't know where this was heading was Brad, still focused on processing the negatives. She pulled away, her head shaking and small protests whispering to me, but her hands didn't stop me from stripping her shirt over her head. "You finish," I suggested, taking the shirt over her head in one swift motion and stepping back. She stood there in the red light, panic on her face at Brad standing only two steps away, her breathing the only sign of how aroused she was getting, her bra in stark contrast against her skin. "No," she hissed, reaching for the shirt, her hair whipping against her head as she shook it in protest. I held it behind my back, leaning in to her ear. "You know what you can do. Your choice." I stole a glance at Brad, expecting him to turn around at any moment. We kept an informal accounting of our challenges. Mine to her were almost always humiliation - forced exposure whether physical as I was doing now, or emotional, as we would be doing with Brad in a few moments. Hers to me were far more practical and equally humiliating: wash the dishes while she chatted with her friends, clean the house, go grocery shopping...all the while wearing some outfit of her devising. She liked to make fun of me, make me feel foolish or look ridiculous. I had learned not to deny her initial requests - the first and only time I had refused resulted in my having to go to a party cross-dressed, including makeup. The worst part was keeping my erection from showing the whole time. Still no safe word and even in the red light I could tell her skin was flushed. She kept mouthing 'No' even as she stepped back from me, turned around and undid her bra. As quietly as she could, she unzipped her jeans, looking over at Brad the whole time, and before she lost her nerve, slid them down along with her panties over her sandals. I walked over to Brad. "So, how long does it all take?" He looked up, his hands fiddling with the film in the developer. "It's pretty automatic, really. A few minutes in the developer, let it dry and we can see what shots you want to expose...holy fuck, Ray! What's going on here?" He let the film drop from his hand as he looked over my shoulder. I turned to see Allison standing off to the side, her hands unable to find a place to land - across her breasts, in front of her dark thatch of hair. "Allison, come over here and see what Brad is doing." I motioned as if she were just being shy. "Here's the deal, Brad - and I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. We can leave if you're freaking out, but in a few minutes you and I will be treated to a little photo shoot Allison did of herself, so whatever you're seeing now is probably pretty tame to what's on that film." He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, flicking them to me just to make sure he wasn't in for some kind of trouble. He shook his head slightly, his eyes widening. "What the fuck, Ray? What the fuck." He was more confused than pissed. I glanced down and saw his pecker starting to bulge out his shorts. I looked over at Allison and caught her looking at him too. I smiled at her and she shot daggers at me, but I knew she was wetter than the film at this point. I nodded towards the film, catching Brad's attention. "Do you need to do something with that?" "Oh shit." He turned back and swiftly got the spool into the developer, threw some switches and stepped back. I had my arm around Allison's shoulder, holding her side snugly against mine, making sure he could see all of her. He just kept staring, licking his lips, his expression turning to concern. "Is this okay with you?" He was looking at her face now. I pressed my fingers gently into her upper arm, prompting her to answer. "Yes." Quietly, but firmly. "But..fuck, Ray...I wish you'd said something. This is pretty weird, man." He wiped some sweat from his forehead back into his hair. Allison and I both stole a glance to his waist, the bulge wasn't any smaller. "You look like you're okay with it," I said suggestively, smiling. He looked annoyed, quickly, not wanting to call attention to his erection by even looking down, let alone moving his hands from the equipment. "If it helps, and again, I'm sorry if it took you by surprise, Allison and I have an agreement. It gets a little tricky sometimes...like now, for instance, but if we're not freaking you out too much, you are doing us a great favor and we're really appreciative." It occurred to me, perhaps a little too late, that maybe he was expecting to have sex with her. No doubt that was what she was trying to say to me before I took her shirt away. Hmmm...maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If she proceeded with whatever she thought I had in mind, I was in for a real doozie from her next challenge. And if Brad started getting ideas into his head, I would be in a real awkward position with him. The room was silent except for the ticking of the developer and the three of us breathing - Brad starting to pant a little, Allison trying to keep from whimpering and me...well I realized I hadn't been breathing. I let out a small sigh. "So, how much do you figure this will run?" I kept my voice light and my eyes on his face. His eyes never left her body - moving from those gorgeous breasts down to her neatly trimmed bush and back again. He kept shaking his head. "We didn't discuss the details..." His voice trailed off. "Listen, Brad," I came on with my friendliest tone. "Allison isn't a whore. I told you I'd cover your expenses..." "...that was before you had your wife strip stark naked in my darkroom." His voice was quiet and his face had a slight smile. "What else does she do?" It was a crude remark, but I wasn't going to let it spoil the mood. "How about this," I offered. "Allison agreed to tell us the story of her latest trip to Cincinnati -it's a photo diary of sorts. If you'll hold off on getting any ideas until she's finished with her adventures, we can discuss your expenses." He finally broke his gaze away from her to look at me, smiling. "This requires a hit." He reached up into a cupboard and pulled out a bag, ashtray and pipe. In moments he'd lit it and passed it to Allison. I knew what would happen next if she got high. She took the pipe without hesitation looking at me with an evil grin. She was going to be really pissed at me when all this was over - I had no idea what her next challenge for me was going to be, but I could feel my cock twitch at the prospect. "Are you sure you want to do that?" I looked at her a little worried. "Fuck, yes." She already was pissed. She took a huge toke, pushing her breasts out with her expanded lungs. I looked back at Brad to see his eyes hungering. Cincinnati Chili -Two Ways Pt. 01 We passed the pipe, me resigned to whatever was going to happen, Allison beginning to slide into her pot-fueled lust and Brad getting harder than ever. I wasn't going to let my fear of retribution overwhelm me. The next few minutes (hours? Shit, I hope not hours) were going to be interesting. Cincinnati Chili -Two Ways Pt. 02 The timer pinged, breaking the tension. Brad handed Allison the pipe and attended to the film. I looked at her, gently urging her with my eyes to hold off smoking any more. She just smiled grimly, loaded the pipe and inhaled as deeply as she could. Fuck. I was fucked. She was fucking me and my dick wasn't even out. It was getting hard, though. Probably not as hard as Brad's. Shit. I took the pipe and took a toke. Brad clipped the filmstrip to a wire crossing the room and reached over to a wall switch. "Let's see what we've got." He looked over at Allison as the lights came on, ignoring the negatives to stare at her. With the lights full on, the room seemed much smaller. I tightened my grip slightly on her shoulder, as Brad's wolfish expression sent a shudder through me. Fuck. I'm fucked. Allison is going to be all over this guy in 30 seconds flat. He turned back, grabbed a loupe and held one end of the drying film. "Nice shots, Allison. Hmmm...interesting. I didn't know someone could bend quite like that." He looked up at the two of us and grinned, the dope and testosterone making him bolder. "Here," he said, offering her the glass and the end of the film. "Take a look and tell me which ones you want developed." He held the film away from us so that she had to move out of my arm. Brad's body was blocking me slightly, making me feel isolated from the two of them. In spite of the skunky smoke, I could smell her arousal as she took the two steps away from me. Shit! I was so fucked. "Do you mind?" He looked at me, asking permission to hold her. "Why don't we wait a bit, 'k?" I didn't want to push my luck, in spite of being about the same height, he was heavier than me, and I noticed in a bit better shape. The pot was making me paranoid, but I couldn't let it show - it could get really ugly. He shrugged and kept the merest hint of air between them. Allison gasped, looking over the negatives. "Just tell me which ones you want - read off the numbers in the lower corner." She slid along the film, giggling a little. That wasn't a good sign. The pot was definitely hitting her. "I like them all," she said quietly. "Maybe it would be easier to tell you what I don't like." She looked up at him, ignoring me. I watched her licking her lips. Also not a good sign. At least for me. Her meaning wasn't lost on any of us. Shit, shit, shit! Why did this turn me on so much? She read off three shots she thought weren't worth it and stepped back. "Hold on," he stopped her. "It'll take about 3 minutes per picture - that's almost an hour and a half. You want to pick just a few to get started?" She turned back and read off numbers, picking a few from the start, the middle and the end of the strip. "This is really good shit," she said, inhaling another lungful. "I'm getting smashed." That was not a good thing. I could almost count down the seconds before she moved into her stoned persona. Brad had turned back his equipment, sliding the strip into what looked like a projector, pointing down to the counter. He flipped the lights back off, bathing us again in a deep red gloom. "Ray?" I looked over at her, her eyes hard to read in the light. Here it comes. "You want to do me a favor?" I held my breath. A favor. Her words for 'challenge.' "It depends, honey. What do you have in mind?" I took the pipe and slowly dragged in a hit. I needed her to slow down a little. She looked over at her pile of clothes and back at me. "I'm not sure what you and Brad worked out for payment, but I think he's hoping for a little more." I shook my head, letting her know I wasn't amused. It wasn't going to matter what I said. She was on her own glide slope at this point. Brad was concentrating on the film, slipping paper into a bath, watching the timer and glancing over at her every chance he could. "You got that right, Allison." I could feel the sweat starting to roll down my neck. 'No,' I mouthed at her. Don't go there. She knew what I was thinking. "But honey," the word dripped off her lips, a little slurred but not so much I couldn't hear the threat in her tone. "Don't you want to do me a favor?" This was definitely not where I expected the afternoon to go. Even in the red gloom I could see how aroused she was, her eyes glistening, her skin flushed. She glanced at her clothes again and raised her eyebrows. Fuck it. If I said no, it was only going to get harder. This wouldn't be so bad, I started to rationalize. Brad could be trusted to keep a secret. I shrugged. "You're a sweetheart, sweetheart." She smiled dreamily at me, waiting. I slipped my t-shirt off, undid my belt and pulled my jeans and boxers off before I could think about it. I turned towards her clothes as Brad turned around to see what was happening. "Now what?" He looked at my naked ass and at Allison. "You guys are 10 kinds of kinked." "An arrangement, Brad. It's part of the arrangement." I tried to sound nonchalant. "Whatever, dude. I'm almost done." I picked up her panties, knowing they would be too tight. I didn't have any choice since the size she had me buy were in my dresser at home. I slipped them on, careful not to tear them. They held my legs in a vice, coming up just enough to hold my erection against my pubic hair. This was not going to be comfortable. Brad just stared at me as I put on her bra as best I could. "That's good enough, honey," she said, licking her lips. "I don't want you to be over dressed." I stood by, feeling foolish, humiliated and helpless, while Brad continued to move paper off the table into one bath and then another. Allison handed me the pipe, but I'd had too much as it was. She took another deep drag and I winced. Brad turned to take the pipe. "Okay. These are ready. Not my best work, but they'll do for your purposes." He took a drag and flipped on the lights. "What's next?" I looked at the door, hoping to get out of the room into some place with a little more air. "After you," he motioned, picking up the prints. I shuffled out of the room as best I could, the waistband of Allison's underwear squeezing just under the head of my cock. I looked down to see it swelling purple. He pointed us to a den and sat on one of the overstuffed chairs, leaving the couch for the two of us. I was about to sit when Allison stopped me. "Sweetheart? I realized I left my chapstick in the car. Can you get it for me?" "Whaaaat. No way, Allie. It's not playing by the rules..." Before I could finish she wagged her finger at me. "You should have thought of that before you had me do this..." My mouth dropped and then I snapped it shut. Technically, she was right: our standard arrangement was only one challenge at a time - hers was to tell me about her trip and I had added the current scene with Brad. I gulped, looking outside. It was overcast and humid. Middle of the day. Even though no one knew me in this neighborhood, still... I shot her a look and she just smiled dismissively, turning to face Brad. I skulked out of the room. "Brad, it looks like you are uncomfortable...maybe I can help you..." I grabbed my keys from the darkroom and ran as fast as the panties would let me up the stairs to the front door. I knew where she was heading. Head was right. I didn't want to miss her giving head. She'd have his pants down in a split second. I clicked to unlock the car, peeled off the underwear, whipped open the front door and ran to the car, my cock waving for anyone to see. I couldn't see the chapstick from the passenger side...it could have been anywhere. Rummaging in the glove compartment and the ditty boxes I kept looking up to see if a car was coming or a neighbor might be leaving their house. It was sitting in the change box, I grabbed it, slammed the door and sprinted back to the house, locking the car on the way. My cock was so hard I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this turned on. I scooped up her panties, ran down the stairs and slipped them on before re-entering the den. As I suspected, she was on her knees between his legs, her long fingers pulling his cock out of his jeans, her face lit up. "Brad's got a really nice cock, Ray, wouldn't you say?" She looked over at me, smiling wickedly. I swallowed again. Staying quiet was the best way to handle this. Brad had a shit-eating grin looking at the top of Allison's head and back at me, shrugging. I shrugged back and took a seat on the couch to look at the prints. Ummmm, this was going to be an interesting story. "Honey? I'm feeling a little...I need a little help." She had bobbed up off his cock long enough to cock her head to the floor. I knew what she was getting at, sliding off the couch onto my back. I pushed my head beneath her ass, she lifted up a little, and I ducked my mouth under her sweet pussy as she settled down on my face. She was as wet as I was hard. As she worked Brad's cock, she rocked up and down on my mouth, my tongue pushing into her, onto her clit, sucking her juices. I only wish I could have seen her take him into her throat. She was such a great fellationista. I wasn't there for more than 30 cycles before she raised up - he must be close and then she froze - she was swallowing, and then she settled down on my mouth. I waited a few heartbeats and then gently pushed on her ass cheeks. She lifted up, swinging her knee over my head, looking down on my wet face, smiling dreamily. Before she left me completely, she leaned down, planting her mouth on mine. I hated this part, but couldn't deny her her pleasure. Brad's cum combined with her spit and her cunt juices mixed in my mouth as she kissed me. She only released me when she was sure I'd swallowed it. "Fuck, you guys. Fuck." Brad was too stunned to move. "What the fuck..." Allison was back on the couch, her pussy spread open, pinkish purple and leaking. She reached for the prints as I tried to get comfortable next to her. After that little interlude, I couldn't believe she'd be shy telling us about Henri and Jim. She took the stack and turned it over, looking at me. Her eyes were liquid and red, as if she'd been crying, but I knew it was a combination of the pot and her arousal. She reached a hand down and lightly stroked my cock head with the tip of her finger. "You want to hear what happened this week?" She said it almost too quietly for Brad to hear. I smiled and nodded my head, cocking it slightly to let her know she shouldn't exclude Brad. Allison licked her lips, closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. She hated telling me her exploits - it was such sweet torture, but now, in spite of just sucking him off, she was petrified at going through the details with a stranger listening. My cock pulsed in anticipation. To make matters more difficult, when she was this stoned, she couldn't really keep a linear narrative straight. She knew what she was in for and braced herself. "We got in on Sunday night - a bunch of us were at the bar in the hotel shooting the breeze. Jim had shown up, but I never did find out why Henri wasn't there." I pulled her leg closer to me, opening her to Brad's eyes. He just stared at us, completely stoned, his cock still out, lying to the side, rising slightly. "Monday came and went. The classes are pretty boring. Both of them asked to have lunch with me. We all ate together, and both of them kept flirting." "What specifically did they say?" I let my hand drift up the inside of her thigh and back to her knee. She shivered. "'Did you do something different to your hair?' 'That's a great blouse, is it designer?' 'I'm thinking of taking a swim after class, want to join me?' 'What are you doing for dinner?' All innocent on the surface, but it was the way their eyes burned through me, stripping me." She swallowed and closed her eyes, breathing as my fingers touched the wet hairs on her cunt lips. "I just smiled and nodded, suggesting it might be nice to swim, open to going to dinner with either or both of them....Ohhhhh....shit, shit." My fingers played with her wet slit, sliding up to her clit. "How were you feeling when they stripped you with their eyes." She moaned, hating where I was taking her. "I...I was trying to keep mental notes, 'cuz I knew you'd be asking me...gawd, gawd, oh gawd, please, please." I had two fingers in her now, sliding easily up, pulling on her clit as moved into her. "If you please," I teased her. She set her lips into a thin smile. "I was...I was trying not to squirm I was so wet. I knew I had to go back to my room to change underwear before I could go back to class. As I left them at the table I overheard them saying how hot I was and trying to work out which one of them was going to take me back to my room. "With class over, they both came up to me suggesting we could do a little study hall after dinner if I was game. There was a ton of homework, so one way or another, I knew I'd be hitting the books. I excused myself, suggesting I was going to get started right away, but that I'd be open to join them for dinner and study hall." She looked at me and smiled. "Were those your exact words?" The sound of my fingers sliding out of her was like a pair of boots in spring slush. "It was something like that," she looked over at Brad who was staring at the two of us, about to light another bowl. "I think I said, 'I'd be open to the two of you coming after dinner to study with me." She giggled. She was so bad. "So, yeah, I went back to my room and got it as ready as I could - threw my dirty clothes in drawers, got the camera out, and studied as best I could. I was pretty distracted by what you were having me do..." I pushed on her g-spot right then and held it. "What I was having you do? I don't think so. You wanted this. You said it. I'm just holding you to your deal." She whimpered, trapped by my fingers as they rubbed inside her, my thumb grazing her clit. Her hips pushed against my hand, her fingers trying to release my cock from their cotton and nylon harness. "So...so, fuck, what happened? Oh yeah, so, we had dinner. They kept trying to push wine on me, but I don't do wine and homework, even though I was nervous as shit. They were practically eating me for the main course and it was pretty clear I was going to have them both afterwards." "Clear? Why do you think they got that impression?" She looked at me, her eyes pleading with me not to make her tell all the details. I just shook my head and glanced at Brad with my eyes. She blinked, trying to remember. "I think Henri started off. 'You sure you don't want a drink? You look a little flushed. Are you okay?' I just smiled at him and said it had been a hard day, but that I thought the night might get harder." She smiled, remembering how easy it was to tease them. "Then I think Jim made some obvious come-back, 'I don't think the homework will be all that hard,' or something. I just raised my eyebrows at him, and put some food in my mouth. Henri said something else a little later as we were talking shop, 'I think the best thing to do is strip it down to its bare essentials.' As he said it, he stared right at me, without any doubt what he meant. I think I must have turned beet red. "But then it got really serious. Jim turned to Henri for support and then turned to me. 'You serious about studying with both of us?' but I knew he didn't mean studying, and he knew I knew. I looked at them both and nodded. 'Shit.' He had the biggest grin on his face. 'What?' I asked all innocent, and that really confused them both. 'Gotcha,' I said after they stumbled all over themselves. They couldn't sit still, but I suggested we should get some dessert to go. That gave them some ideas..." She took a drag from the pipe. "Damn that would have been good to get a shot - did you?" I looked at the stack in her hands. She looked down, leafing through them, her cheeks flushing a little. "I got one or two, but they're not printed yet, I guess." We both looked at Brad who shrugged. "So, I grabbed the dessert bag and headed to the elevators. I was nervous as hell, waiting for the doors to open, and then even more nervous when the doors closed. We were the only ones in the car. Before it had even gotten going, Henri turned to me and leaned in for a kiss, his hands on my shoulders. I was so surprised when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Before I could react to that, Jim had wrapped his hand onto my stomach, pulling my blouse out of my skirt. I tried to swat it away, worried we'd be caught, but I only had one hand free, what with the dessert...and Henri's grip was too tight. I couldn't make my words clear with Henri's mouth over mine, and I began to panic a little." I could tell it was an arousing sort of panic, her cunt had gotten even wetter during this part of her story. I pulled my fingers out, looking at them, showing them to her, and pushing them into her mouth. She licked them clean, blushing at exposing this little ceremony to Brad. I just grunted - this she should be shy about? I pulled them out with a pop and moved down to her nipples. "Go on, it's starting to sound hot." She gulped a little. "Yeah, they were pretty worked up by the time elevator stopped. I pulled away as best I could and snapped a little at them for being so over-eager. I really am not happy about what this might do to my reputation and I told them so. They looked a little like disciplined puppies and I couldn't help but laugh. "We made it to my door without incident, my blouse half out of my skirt, their cocks clearly bulging in their trousers. I tried not to let them see I had noticed. "'Okay,' I said as I put the dessert on the side table and they put down their bags. 'Let's do it on that table over there.' I could have died laughing at their expression - the photo doesn't catch it. 'Studying, you jerks. I definitely need to get some studying done tonight.' I had an idea of how this was going to play out, but I really did need to get through the material." She laid the first print on the table. I took my fingers off her nipples to help keep the bottom edge from curling up; Brad moved forward doing the same. Allison leaned over to describe the scene, her breasts hanging free, her nipples dark and erect. I had her hold the photo so I could continue to hold her. Her breath caught a little as I pulled on the nipple closest to me. "So that's Henri," she pointed to a youngish Latino guy, clean shaven, dark hair. Really handsome. "And that's Jim." A big jocko white guy, broad shouldered - a tight end probably in college. Couldn't see if had a tight end. "You can't tell from this shot, but their pants were bulging out they were so turned on." We all looked for a moment squinting to see if we could make out their cocks. Brad offered to burn the print a little more if we wanted. Nice to see him getting into the spirit of the thing finally. "So, yeah. So, we're at the table now, our books out, and we've got our assignments. Some stupid essay on leadership or whatever. We had to read about three chapters in a book, and there were quizzes at the end. It was like high-school. Ohhhhh, hnnnh, shit, shit, Shit, RAY!" I had pulled her nipples out, on both sides, stretching her breasts apart from her chest - it was a move she hated and loved. I wanted to get her attention - she had been wandering. Brad looked alarmed and curious at how far her breasts could be stretched that way. Allison knew not to pull my hands away - she knew what she had to do to make me stop. "Okay! Okay! Please stop! Please RAY! I got it..." She gulped in air as I relaxed my hands, my fingers rolling her nipples. I loved to feel her nipples. My cock was tired of being trapped, and in spite of the scene I was flagging a little. There was a case of the blue balls in front of me if I didn't get some relief soon. Cincinnati Chili -Two Ways Pt. 02 "It's relevant, okay dick-head?" She turned her attention back to the next photo in the stack, letting the other one curl away. I could hear Brad breathing a little harder, and saw his cock starting to stiffen again. The picture was of Allison, bare breasted at the table, her hands behind her head, her elbows out to the side. Interesting. Henri's hand was visible off to the side, so it must have been Jim that took the shot. "We were about an hour into it when we decided to take the quiz. Henri suggested we make a competition out of it. Whoever got the answer wrong took off a piece of clothing. This shot was taken at the end...you should have seen the other guys..." she smiled. "They were down to their boxers and a little concerned I wasn't going to miss an answer. I could have gone either way - dominated them or been the submissive. I missed a few and let them tell me what to take off." She quieted and looked down at my fingers on her nipples. "And then I told them about you..." She said it so quietly I almost didn't hear it. "What did you tell them about me?" I let go of her nipple long enough to take a hit and put the pipe on the table. I'd had enough for one afternoon. "I told them," she stopped, licked her lips and squirmed a little. I could smell her musk over the smoke. "I told them I would have sex with them, but that they had to photograph everything so I could explain it to my boyfriend." She still couldn't look me in the eye, staring at the woman in the photograph, her breasts bare, her face open and aroused. "How'd that go?" I opened her legs and pushed her ass forward on the seat cushion so I could see her pussy. Her outer lips were swollen; as she moved forward they unstuck a little revealing the darker pink leaves inside. I could still taste her. "A little stunned at first; not long. They recovered in a few heartbeats and the dynamic shifted pretty dramatically after that. I stripped off my bra and that's when they started making demands. 'Why don't you really show us those beautiful breasts, Allison. Don't hide them.' 'Yeah, sweetie, lets make sure your boyfriend is happy tonight. We're going to make both of you happy.' It was so hot, Ray, fuck it was so hot!" She let go of the print grabbed the back of my head, shoving her mouth onto mine, her tongue probing me. Her other hand slipped between my cock and her panties, peeling them down until they were under my balls. I grunted in relief until I felt them cutting into the muscle there, pinching off blood flow. My cock started to get really hard. I could have stayed like that til we fucked, but Brad made a noise and she pulled away. "So fucking hot. I told them I'd do anything they asked, but that we had to have a couple of ground rules. A) I needed to make sure we got the homework done. They just couldn't believe what they were hearing. B) No rough stuff, water sports, or my mouth on their assholes (if they wanted to eat my ass, fine with me, but I wasn't going to kiss them after that) Oh yeah, they had to use condoms. And C) they had to take photographs. Which meant, of course, I had the goods on them if they got too out of hand. I know Henri has a fiancé and Jim is pretty steady, so I figured that would keep things on an even keel." Her left hand stayed on my cock, her right drifted down to her pussy. Brad switched to the next photo. It was a pretty standard Allison blow-job, her nose buried in Henri's black thatch, her cheeks pulled in around his cock. "If that's anywhere as good as what you did to me, I know exactly how that guy feels." Brad's cock was fully recovered; his eyes flickered to Allison's fingers. "Hey, Brad. You should give her a try. You like to do a little clam diving now and then?" Allison looked over at him quickly and then back to me. She was stoned enough to not stop anything. To make it clearer to him, she stopped playing with herself long enough to spread her lips with her fingers. He didn't need any further encouragement, letting go of the prints and kneeling down between her legs. In moments, his slurping made nice background music to her story. "I much prefer that to heavy breathing, don't you?" I looked at her and smiled. She nodded, lost in three kinds of heaven. "Mmmmm....shit, shit, shit...what was I saying?" She looked back at the curled up photo. I looked around, found a couple of staplers and shit, and weighted them down. "Oh yeah, giving Henri head. Fuck. His cock is long, Ray, much longer than yours. Not very thick, but I almost had trouble getting it down my throat. Almost." She smiled. Based on the photograph, it didn't look like she was having any trouble at all: on her knees, stripped naked except bobby socks, kneeling on a couch cushion, her back curled over, her head butting into his abdomen. Henri didn't have to bend even a little bit to get the right angle. "You look good there, honey. I love seeing you take a guy's cock down your throat. Who loves you?" I reached over and planted a long deep kiss on her mouth. The sound of Brad working away down below, her eyes glistening. I could have cum just like that. As I thought about cumming, I felt her fingers pressing into my shaft, massaging me. I pulled her hand away gently. "Not yet, sweetheart. I don't want to jack off all over Brad's head. I want to save it for you." I looked at the picture. "So did you guys stop the homework by now?" I was grinning. "Actually, we were still doing homework at this point." She paused trying to reconstruct the timing. "Yeah...he told me to give him head when I missed one of the quizzes on actuarials. Poor Jim, he was missing questions left and right, so he couldn't participate. But finally, I changed the rules a little bit. Yeah...here's the shot." She pulled the next picture out, laying it under the weights. Allison was on her back, stretched over a foot stool, an ottoman really, her head resting on the floor, her hands gripping the feet of a table. Her legs were spread open, feet on the ground, knees bent a little. Jim was deep diving her with his tongue. She was looking directly at the camera, as if to blow me a kiss. I pulsed. "Sweet Jesus," I whispered. I reached over and kissed her hard again. Our tongues wrestled and all I wanted was to push Brad out of the way and shove my cock deep into her, to feel her wet velvety walls pulling on me. I reached down to twist her nipples, I wanted her to cum all over Brad's face so he could be done. She didn't try to push me away, resting her hands on my wrists, her hips pushing into Brad's mouth, until she stiffened, and I could hear a change in Brad's rhythm. "Oh fuck! Fuck! You guys. Shit, Ray, does she do that all the time?" Brad had pulled off, his face covered in her juices, his breathing hard, his dick harder. "What's going on in this picture, Allison?" I wanted her back, I needed to remind her what today was all about. "Holy fuck, Ray...holy fuck. Give me a minute." She was breathing hard. "I told him he could eat me if we both missed the same question. It took a few times but he's not the sharpest guy in the room." She took a breath. "He told me to lie down, but Henri got the idea of putting me up on the foot stool. Isn't that fucking hot?" She was so high she had lost any sense of humiliation. Tomorrow night we would go through it again, but straight, and that's when I'd really have some fun with her. Today, she was easy. She pulled the last photo out and squirmed. She was the middle of a sandwich - Henri in front, Jim behind. They were standing next to the bed, the snapshot was almost artistic: the camera had been positioned so that we could see their reflection in a mirrored closet door across from the bed. Allison's breast was squeezed out, her nipple grazing Henri's arm. Her butt cheek was pressed flat by Jim's thighs. Her head was thrown back onto Jim's shoulder, the two men embracing each other to keep their balance. "Nice." I kissed her. "Tell me about it." "Fuck..fuck..fuck..we were done with homework. They weren't going anywhere and I needed to sleep. I told them they could both fuck me before they left, but it had to be together. Jim's cock is pretty thick, Ray, not as thick as yours, thankfully, so I could get it up my ass okay, but it's been awhile since I did a Peter Paul and Mary. "Anyway, Henri settled it by saying Jim had to have my ass 'cuz he didn't score as high. I got my lube from my kit - that raised an eyebrow or two, and shoved some up my ass. We took a few practice shots using the timer before the real deal. Henri had me spread my cheeks while Jim slowly shoved his cock up me. Man it was delicious. I couldn't move with his hands holding my tits, he practically lifted me off the floor. He's so fucking strong. "Henri set the timer, practically ran over, his cock wagging in the air. Just as the flash went off, he slammed into me - you can see my expression - it kinda hurt in the most amazing way. I could feel the two of them, a thin wall of flesh sliding between their poles. Fuck...I came so hard. Twice, before they shot their load into me. Too bad they had condoms on. Would have loved to feel that creme inside me." She had closed her eyes, reliving the feelings and stopped. "So that was it?" I moved my fingers down to her sopping cunt, sliding three of them inside her, pushing her back against the couch. I leaned over her, planting a kiss on her mouth, her breasts pushing against her bra. I had been ignoring it this whole time, only barely conscious of it out of the corner of my eye. I paused for a moment, putting my knee under me so I could take it off, and then continued. "Mmm, hmmm...admfst." She mumbled something into my mouth as I attacked her tongue. I spread her legs and slipped my cock into her, just as I had imagined. Brad would get a little show for his efforts today. In and out, fast, slow, building, pushing hard against her bone, the way she liked it, my fingers finding her clit when I could slip them in between us, making her thrust her hips up, begging me with her body. I slammed my dick deep into her, raised up and broke the kiss. "What?" "Fuck, Ray. Fuck. Fuck me. I said, 'almost.' Just fuck me, don't stop. Not now. I'm almost there." I bent back down, shoved into her and moved my fingers to her nipples. She tried to pull away but I held her mouth down with my own and began to pull. She was trapped, just the way she needed it, and I felt her arch her back to give her breasts some slack, and she froze, my cock pistoning inside her, my fingers pulling her breasts to the side. She broke the kiss and was screaming into my mouth, "AHHH...yESSSS, FUCKKKK YESS, SHIITTT, Fuck me Ray, Fuck ME." I blasted into her, holding my hips stiff against hers, my cock pulsing. I heard a whirr and didn't quite make out what it was until we had collapsed on the couch. Brad had gotten up and grabbed his camera. With a motorized film advance, he had clicked off half a dozen shots of the two of us. "Now that was sweet," he said, his cock stiff and angry. He sat back in his chair, eyeing the pipe. "What did you mean, 'almost?'" I stroked her nipples with the flat of my hand, massaging the pain away. She looked at me, dreamy and fucked out. "That was just the first roll, Ray. We were there for three nights, remember?"