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  Body on Fire

  Sara Agnès L.

  Erotica

  Published by Atramenta via Smashwords

  Copyright 2013 Sara Agnès L.

  English adaptation by Terry Felton

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  Body on Fire

  This evening, I set out to hit the dance floor. It’s been too long since I’ve been in a club and really let my body express itself. I want to throw myself into a crowd of dancers and feel their bodies rubbing against mine. And if I find a male to my liking… why not?

  It’s hot, but I’m shimmying as if my behind was on fire. I love feeling the music vibrate through me and the way my skirt flies up when I pivot. The fresh air between my thighs is a blessing. All these sweating dancers excite me, and when I feel a hard body up against me, I’m not upset. The man is sliding back and forth against my back. Although his movements are furtive, I imagine his erection touching my rump and when he puts his hands on my waist, I hold them there.

  “You’re magnificent,” he whispers, his mouth close to my ear.

  I adore compliments! That’s why I undulate even more and rub my posterior against him. This time, it’s not my imagination playing tricks on me. There really is a hard rod pushing high up on my buns. But thinking that maybe the guy is ugly, I move away and turn around. Mmnn, what a pleasant surprise! Tall, slim, slightly muscular around the shoulders. His face is handsome, with almond-shaped eyes, a small pointed nose above nice, full lips stretched in a roguish smile.

  Oh, yes, just my type of man. I begin to move lasciviously again, approaching him, and he pulls me into his arms. The rhythm does not lend itself to this kind of dance, but I want to feel his erection again. He sways and rubs against me, and feeling his stiff cock makes me want to move even more.

  I slide my hands down to subtly caress his torso, descending just until I brush against the bulge in his jeans, then up again. His hands on my hips tighten, then he grips me closer to him. His mouth slides across my neck deliciously, and he kisses me there, while giving promising little bumps of his pelvis against mine. I swear he’s doing it on purpose!

  In a desperate attempt to keep my cool, I focus on his face, and say, “Do you have a name, cutie?”

  “Kevin. And you?”

  “Chloé.”

  His arms pull me back against his body and he delicately slides his nose against mine before saying, “Chloé, you’re superb when you dance. It’s like you’ve got a devil inside.”

  “I don’t know about any devil, but my body feels like it’s on fire tonight.”

  A carnivorous smile lights up his sumptuous mouth.

  “That’s exactly what intrigues me,” he says. “Can I offer you a drink?”

  I accept without hesitation. First because I’m thirsty, but also because I’m hoping he’ll propose going somewhere else to drink it. His place, for example, in the horizontal position. Or the vertical. What do I care! I’m a little disappointed, then, when he leads me to the back of the room, far from the exit, to a table where another man is already seated, sipping on a beer.

  “My friend Louis. We came together.”

  This information is far from pleasing to me, but I pretend not to show it, not too much anyway. Especially because his friend is, physically, the exact opposite of Kevin: buzz cut, big black eyes, the face of a mature man, an extremely muscular body. My eyes linger an instant on his tight T-shirt and shoulders as big as my thighs, but only for an instant. I don’t want to offend Kevin, who, without a pause, pushes me into the booth and sits down next to me. In less than three seconds, I find myself sandwiched between two men, and to my surprise, Kevin is slipping his hand between my thighs! As much as I desire this, it bothers me that he would do it when I’m squished right up against his friend. His friend who hasn’t yet addressed a single word to me. Kevin stares at me, smiling, as he slides his hand up to my cunt and starts caressing it through my undies. Just on principle, I put my hand on his forearm, but in reality, I’m not holding him back at all. Especially when a hot pang of pleasure tickles its way around my belly. In fact, I’m dying for him to push aside the fabric and make me come right here. Why should we go somewhere else, after all?

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yes,” I say, feeling my thighs opening.

  That puts him in an even better mood, and he shifts his gaze to his friend.

  “You see how beautiful she is?”

  “Yes,” he agrees, nodding his head, and he puts an arm around me. I find myself in the arms of one man while another is feeling me up, and good.

  “Do you like this, being with two men?” Kevin asks me, stroking my burning clitoris more slowly.

  My throat is so dry I cannot respond, so I simply nod and put my fingers on his, so that he’ll pursue his movements between my thighs. He laughs and touches me again, right where I need it. I close my eyes. I abandon my body to them both. One is kissing my neck, the other is making me mount to paradise.

  It takes no time at all. Probably because I don’t hold back the desire animating me or maybe it’s that craving to lose control that’s been eating at me since I entered the club. A mouth crushes mine while I moan and the arms holding my waist tighten. I’m stuck in a delectable position between two men and I’ve just had an orgasm right in public. However, when I open my eyes, I see that nobody has had the leisure to admire the spectacle.

  Kevin removes his fingers from my throbbing flesh and slides a beer toward me. I’m guessing it must be Louis’ beer, but I don’t care. I take it and sling back what’s left, in one chug. That does me a world of good, and I thank him with a grateful look.

  “Would you like to go home with us?” he asks suddenly.

  His request is appealing, but needs contemplating, so he rushes to add, “In truth, Louis and me…we’re a bit more than just friends, if you know what I mean.”

  No, I’m not sure I understand what he’s trying to say. I blurt out, “You’re…what? Homos?”

  “Does that shock you?” he immediately asks. “Because him, yeah, he is, but me, I’m bi.”

  He makes it a nearly-solemn affirmation by placing his hand on his heart. What do I care, deep down, what turns them on? Isn’t my real purpose to bag a male in rut in a disco?

  “Louis lets me hit on women from time to time, but tonight, he wanted to…to watch. Or maybe try it himself. He’s not really sure, in fact.”

  Captivated, I pivot to take a look at his boyfriend, who shrugs and attempts to explain.

  “You really are pretty, I don’t say the contrary, but…uh…”

  “You prefer guys. Don’t worry, I understand.” And I laugh.

  He smiles genuinely and nods. My body is partially relaxed after the little orgasm Kevin gave me, but I realize I don’t want things to remain that way. So I turn to my right and recapitulate the situation.

  “So then…what you want is to fuck me while Louis watches us?”

  “And maybe he could play with us? And if you like giving head, I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to a pretty mouth on his dick.”

  His talking to me that way, down low and dirty, excites me.

  All the more when his fingers caress my lips and I smell the perfume of my own body on him.

  “Does that interest you, my beauty?”

  For propriety’s sake, I act like I’m thinking about it, but my pussy is telling me it’s more than interested in the idea of being
screwed in full view of another man. And in truth, I admit I wouldn’t say no to Louis either. I hope he’ll take off his sweater so I can admire his pecs while I’m being laid by his friend. Already, I’m getting breathless.

  Eager for our evening to commence, I ask, “Do you live far from here?”

  I guess my question indicates I’ll go with them, as this seems to delight Kevin, and he smiles with all his teeth and nods his head.

  “Right near by. Shall we go?”

  He stands up and holds out his hand to me. I don’t even think to check my skirt to see if it’s all bunched up. I follow him, a knot of anxiety and excitement in my entrails, one hand in Kevin’s, the other in Louis’.

  Tonight, they are my two men. And I might just need two to put out this fire burning inside my body.

  * * *

  Ten minutes later, I enter a luxurious downtown apartment. A kind of loft, where the living room and kitchen meld in a Zen-like décor. Kevin was right. They really do live right near the club. It feels bizarre to be there, with two strangers, but I’m not afraid. At least, I have no fear I’ll be able to climax as many times as I want! Kevin’s fingers had already convinced me he knew how to bring a woman to seventh heaven. From this fact, I’m not too worried about the rest.

  Louis proposes having a drink, obviously nervous about being in the middle of this, but I advance to the bay window and then turn to Kevin, one hand nonchalantly poised between my breasts.

  “And if we get right down to business?”

  “You’re my kind of woman,” he says, coming over to take me in his arms.

  In a flash, he’s crushing his mouth on mine and slipping my dress straps off my shoulders. He pulls the dress down, uncovering my chest, which is on the thin side, it’s true, but firm. Finally, he kneels to take it off entirely. Personally, I think the operation would have been simpler if he had slid my dress up and off, but then, having a man at my feet is not at all a disagreeable thing. Plus, that allows him to pull down my panties, which are pretty wet by now.

  “What about you undressing, now?”

  He stops and lifts his face, dark with passion, toward mine.

  “Your desires are my commands, darling.”

  He yanks his shirt off and stands up in front of me to take off his jeans. My eyes devour his body, then search for Louis, who watches us from behind the counter.

  “I’d really love to see you get naked, too.“

  My remark makes Kevin laugh as he bends down to take off the rest of his clothes. My eyes can’t stop running over both of their bodies. First of all toward Kevin’s hard, erect penis, but also toward Louis’ magnificently sculpted torso. I’d give anything to have them both at my feet.

  “Shit, guys, you’re really turning me on,” I admit in a hoarse voice.

  This game is making me incredibly wet. Enough to want to attract Louis into my nets. With a bit of luck, he’ll masturbate in front of me, or let me suck his dick while Kevin works at pumping me good and hard. Hell, I better calm down, otherwise I’m not going to be able to concentrate and I’ll lose my head in three seconds flat!

  Kevin draws me back into his arms, places a delicate kiss on my mouth, as if to make sure it doesn’t bother me if he kisses me. Au contraire! And if he could do it a bit further down, that would be perfect! I respond to his lips, and he starts to devour me. His excitement is red-hot, and not only in his kisses. His prick touches me and I grab it in one hand. Like the rest of him, it’s long and smooth. Just right to help me spend a wonderful evening. I moan while masturbating him softly, then I remember his words at the club and the possibility of holding Louis’ cock in my mouth as a little bonus. Without waiting, I drop to my knees to get some fellatio going on Kevin. I put my heart and soul into it, to drive him crazy. The harder he comes, the more our observer will want to join in. The idea alone makes me invest all my energy.

  “Oh that’s good!” he says thickly.

  I grab his firm buns and pull him toward me. His dick swells on my tongue, filling, preparing to release its fluids. He wants to come; I feel it. When he starts crying out with a high girlish voice, I stifle a giggle, but I can’t help glancing over at Louis, who is approaching us, his dick in his hand, jerking it at a fast rhythm. I unmouth Kevin and stare at this second hard-on.

  “Do you want me to suck you, too, big buy?”

  He tumbles down on the couch and releases his penis. I don’t know if that’s an invitation, but I abandon Kevin and throw myself on this new cock, a bit shorter than Kevin’s, but thicker. In my mouth, it takes up considerable space, and I tell myself I wouldn’t mind feeling it in some other part of my body…

  “What a sweet little bitch,” Kevin murmurs, fondling my butt.

  His fingers slide in and out of me, rapidly. He could probably have made me come in a few seconds, but I hear him ask in a deep voice, his fingers completely inside me.

  “I want to fuck you. What do you say?”

  My body responds to his by sliding back onto him. I groan as I dance my pelvis up and down, with Louis’ dick still in my mouth.

  Then he gets to his feet and I see him go off somewhere, then come back and throw a box of condoms onto the floor next to me. He slips one on.

  I spread my legs. Knowing I’m going to be sandwiched between them again, I find myself less and less able to concentrate on the blow-job I’m regaling Louis with. When Kevin kneels behind me and penetrates me with a single thrust, I moan. A hand settles on my waist, another one on my head.

  “Keep going!” Louis begs. “When she comes, her vibes are unbelievable!”

  I know what he means, for whenever I get carried away by pleasure, my voice shows it, and that turns him on. And unlike Kevin, who has the voice of a girl when he comes, Louis is exhaling loudly, as if holding back any sound that could escape his mouth. As for me, I have my mouth full, so I haven’t got this problem at the moment! I change my technique every few minutes, to see if he prefers when I stroke his balls or when I slide my tongue over the head of his penis.

  Behind me, Kevin is really getting into it and starting to make me lose control. Having an orgasm with a mouth full of dick doesn’t happen often, I must say, not to me anyway, so it’s hard to keep sucking at a steady pace. I end up stopping to get my breath back, and then moan insanely and hope my lover won’t climax just yet.

  Louis starts masturbating, his eyes locked onto me and his mouth wide open. He’s a real voyeur, and I’m sure he’s enjoying seeing me come like this. When I explode, I squeeze Louis’ thighs between my fingers and cry out like a wolf at the full moon. Louis discharges, his jet of sperm splashing me right in the face and even though he holds back his cry, I hear a gurgling sound. I smile at his loss of control, but immediately switch my attention to Kevin, who’s moving faster and faster against my back. He has the voice of a diva when he cries out, but he’s like me - he holds nothing back, and he buries himself completely in me to ejaculate. I feel the head of his penis pulsating, and I’m glad he put on a rubber. I hate when it leaks out all over.

  Embarrassed at coming on my face, Louis tries to wipe off the sperm with his T-shirt. I wipe my hand on my cheek and then lick my fingers in a suggestive way, before saying, “Sorry. I couldn’t hold out any longer.”

  “It’s…it’s nothing.”

  He seems surprised by my remark, but finally, smiles more openly. Kevin, having gathered his wits again, slides to my side and pulls me over to kiss me, deeply, then his tongue goes to cleaning my cheeks of his lover’s sperm. No doubt about it - he really is bi, this one. Too bad his friend isn’t. Or maybe…?

  “Come here, gorgeous. I’m dying to eat your cunt.”

  I stifle a laugh, but I feel how eager he is to put his words into action. It must be a long time since he’s been with a woman. He stretches me on the floor and spreads my thighs in front of Louis. I feel good, in a state of bliss after my last orgasm, and ready to submit to all the tongue-thrusts he might want to give me, although I do prefer dick-thr
usts, I won’t lie about that. Or about how it really turns me on to feel the gaze of a third person on me while I’m in such a position.

  Kevin has a mouth straight out of a dream. To look at and to kiss, and it’s even more dreamy when it’s on my cunt. He knows how to lick a pussy, I will not deny. Does he know as many tricks for sucking a cock? I close my eyes, savoring his strokes and sucks and I moan to show him that his fingers are just right inside me. Suddenly he unlocks, and lifts his head to look toward Louis.

  “You want me to show you how to make her come?” he asks him.

  I open my eyes and stare at Louis with a frozen smile. He hesitates and observes me in turn before saying, a bit troubled by his lover’s request, “It’s just that…I’ve never really done that kind of thing…”

  “Come close!”

  The two men fix their attention on me, and Kevin asks me, “Is this okay with you?”

  “As long as I come,” I say, spreading my legs farther apart, “I don’t mind being the guinea pig for any of your experiments.”

  I hear them laugh and I sense that my reply has made Louis feel more relaxed. I close my eyes again and concentrate on the sensations more than on Kevin’s explanations. Fingers palpitate me, enter me, touch my clitoris, sometimes softly, sometimes roughly. Finally they get more serious about things. Kevin returns to kissing my pussy and his tongue titillates me deliciously. I no longer quite know what’s happening down there, but then I feel that Louis has taken up the reins. He’s rather awkward about it, but with a hand on his head, I guide him. His lips are firm and when he brushes my clit with his firm tongue, I shiver, moaning.

  “There, keep doing that,” Kevin says encouragingly.

  His mouth between my legs, Louis exerts himself. One thing is sure: he learns fast! Other fingers join mine on top of his head to crush it down on my pussy and I arch my back with pleasure. Kevin slides down next to me and smiles.