Best Friends to Lovers Vol I-VI

Seduced by 2-2

Foster groaned and slid his hands down to the backs of my thighs, gripping and pulling my lower body into him, pulling my center up to meet his straining erection.

Oh my f*****g god!

His hands continued to travel down the back of my thighs. Suddenly, my ass was gripped tightly in his large palms and he was sliding the wet, clothing covered seam of my s*x, up and down his thick, jeans covered shaft.

I moaned in something that resembled pleasure, but was really much more primal. An incendiary heat was overtaking my core.

My brain was fogged with lust. Many strange thoughts swirled hazily and sluggishly through the dense, molten rivers of pleasure.

Had they done this before? Had Max and Foster always shared their girlfriends? Or was this something new? Was I the first? Why?

Fuck it! I thought, as Max gently bit into the side of my neck, temporarily short-circuiting my brain and derailing the few thoughts I was able to form. Who cares?

His thumbs and forefingers were squeezing my n*****s tightly. The pressure increased gradually, sending torturous jolts of current through my throbbing cunt. When he reached my threshold – where pleasure turns to pain – he held the pressure steady. He skirted and flirted with that edge so delicately and perfectly.

Max knows my body so well. Sometimes I feel like I am his puppet.

“I want to watch you suck Foster’s c**k Maya,” Max said in a tone that was part plea, but mostly a demand.

The demand portion was something new. He wasn’t usually forceful with me. He preferred to get his way through subtle manipulation and with a heavy application of his undeniable charm. I was incredibly turned on by this new tone.

“Unzip my pants Maya,” Foster pleaded in a dramatic, frantic voice, which made it sound like he thought he might actually die if I didn’t comply immediately. His words were punctuated by an extra hard squeeze to my ass cheeks as he pulled my body in even more forcefully, and let out a harsh groan, closing his eyes in agony.

“Do it Maya,” Max sighed in my ear. “Unzip Foster, and pull his c**k out. Now.” He whispered this command in a calm, hot voice, just before biting my ear lobe and tugging it with his teeth, as his tongue lightly licked and rubbed over it.

I don’t have the words to tell you what that softly delivered directive did to my insides, but outside my hands lifted shakily towards the zipper of Foster’s jeans.

With trembling fingers, I skimmed my hand over the sizeable bulge in Foster’s pants. I undid his top button, took hold of the zipper tab, and pulled. It was such a deafening sound.

It was as if everyone had been holding their collective breath, in anticipation, and perhaps we all had.

Even the movie had momentarily gone quiet. Then one of the songs came on, just as I slipped my hand inside to grasp Foster’s hot, velvety c**k, it was ‘C’mon, C’mon’ by the Von Bondies.

Even the movie was impatient with me.

As I slid my fingers down the thick length of Foster’s c**k, trying to find the end of it so I could gently pull him out, my eyebrows rose and my eyes went round.

Foster was a big, big boy.

When I glanced shyly up at his delicious face, that look he usually wore, like there was a joke you weren’t privy to, was completely gone. He was moaning and looking down at me like I was some sort of angel of mercy, as I finally pried him from his pants.

Holy s**t! I had definitely never taken anything that large, in my mouth or elsewhere.

It was intimidating yet it was an incredibly thrilling turn-on. Suddenly I couldn’t wait until he fought his way inside of my tight channel and my body was forced to accommodate him.

Max was by no means small, but Foster…

As Foster slowly eased me off of his lap, Max began to murmur in my ear, calmly explaining, in very few words, exactly how things were going to go.

“Foster is going to f**k your cunt, and I’m going to f**k your ass Maya.” It was as plain as that. It was black and white. It was inescapable.

As he said it, one of his hands discontinued its torment of my breast and slid down my abdomen, delving into my waistband. He slipped it underneath my panties, and then slid his fingers through my slick folds, and inserted two.

I moaned and closed my eyes as he penetrated me. I was thinking about the impossibly hot images in my mind.

I’d never been with two men at once. I’d fantasized about it plenty. I’d even fantasized about Max and Foster. Something told me that those fantasies wouldn’t even come close.

I reopened my eyes to find the tip of Foster’s beautiful c**k staring me in the face as he kneeled in front of me. He gripped his massive shaft, aiming it towards my parted mouth.

I stole another glance at him. He was looking at my mouth with a feral intensity that made me lick my lips in anticipation.

He let out a strangled breath and brought the head of his c**k, already leaking a shimmering clear bead of precum, to rest on my moist lips.

It wasn’t even a conscious thought, my tongue just darted out of my mouth to swipe that tiny bead of clear fluid from the tip, then darted right back in so I could savor that small taste of him.

He let out a growl and gripped the back of my neck, holding my head firmly in place, as he used his other hand to guide his c**k around the opening of my mouth, painting my lips with the steady stream of fluid leaking out of him.

When my tongue swept out again, and my breath skated over his c**k, he let out a tortured groan and began to feed his thick length into my mouth.

“f**k Maya,” he groaned out. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about having that pretty mouth of yours stretched over my c**k. Suck me Maya. Suck on my c**k,” he pleaded as his fingers made small, persuasive circles in the hair at the nape of my neck.

My mouth eased open wider and his hips slid forward filling and stretching my mouth with his velvety, hard shaft. I began to suck.

Foster let out the most amazing sound of pleasure. I never wanted to stop hearing that sound. It made me feel so good to know that I could bring him so much pleasure, so I sucked even harder. I forced myself to take even more of his thick length, wanting to give him even more pleasure. I began to get lost in my desire to please Foster.

I felt Max’s fingers, which had stilled inside of my body, begin to move again. A groan forced its way out of my throat.

It swept through Foster. His eyes nearly rolled back and he gripped my neck hard.

Max murmured against my neck, just below my ear, “that is the most erotic thing I’ve seen in my life Mai.”

Max’s fingers moved slowly in and out of my wet p***y, sliding his thumb rhythmically over my clit in a hypnotic movement that somehow managed to direct my mouth up and down Foster’s shaft.

We were totally in sync. It was the most in tune I’d ever felt in my life, like we were a set of instruments all playing each other.

“Watching you suck Foster’s c**k makes me want to tear your clothes off with my teeth Mai,” Max growled into my ear before giving my lobe a nip. “It makes me want to slam my c**k into your tight cunt and f**k you senseless,” he ground out, thrusting into my cunt with a third finger. He drove it as deep and hard as he could and held it there, applying all of that delicious pressure while his hips bucked and he ground his hard c**k into my fleshy ass.

I moaned at his words, and at the feel of his fingers forcing their way in, and taking hold of something more than my insides, something deeper and more powerful.

Foster let out a strangled groan. He was losing control and he was powerless to do anything to stop it. He thrust harder than before, making me gag and choke on his shaft. His arm was trembling, like he was fighting with himself over pulling out or pushing in deeper.

My eyes were tearing up, and I couldn’t breathe, but I stayed calm. I fought to control my urge to gag and cough. Foster held his c**k there, lodged deep inside my mouth, teasing my throat, stretching my lips and jaw wide –even though he was barely half-way in -for another few seconds before beginning to withdraw.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful Mai,” Max whispered in my ear. His fingers slowed to a tender rhythm within my body. He began to kiss and lick and suck my neck reverently. “I love you so much, you’re so amazing,” he finished as his c**k slid against the valley of my ass in soft, soothing up and down motions.

“I can’t take any more of your mouth Maya,” Foster confessed. “I’m going to lose it if you so much as breathe on me.” He pulled all the way out then, sliding his hands delicately up my arms to my shoulders, pushing me upright so he could kiss my lips, hungrily, yet tenderly.

Foster held me in place as his mouth wandered all over my lips and cheeks and chin, my nose, my eyelids, making love to my face with his beautiful mouth.

I felt so cherished, sandwiched between these two amazing men who were treating my body like it was the most precious thing on this earth.

Foster continued using his mouth to turn me into a weak and needy bundle of desire. He slid his tongue down my neck, so there was now a mouth fastened to either side of my throat. It was so incredible.

In unison, Max and Foster began to slide my clothes from my body, peeling away my shirt, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, lifting and maneuvering my limbs like experts. They slid my pants down my legs and off without stopping the movements of their lips across my electrically charged flesh.

My socks were gone and I was down to just my sheer, petal pink, lacy underwear set. At that point, both men sat back and drank in the sight of me.

Men are so easily enthralled by girls in underwear.

That thought crept randomly into my lust and whiskey addled brain, causing me to giggle and bite my lip.

Foster grinned at me as his hands crept towards my chest and his fingers slid slowly and gently over my taut breasts for the first time. His thumbs played with my n*****s, making me gasp. His grin widened. It was devastating. It was consuming.

Max’s hands moved to my hips and pulled me gently back onto his body until I was sitting on his lap.

Foster’s body followed mine keeping contact with my flesh, teasing me the whole time, while keeping that amazingly sexy grin on his face.

I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.

“Take your panties off!” Max ordered.

Max’s voice sent a jolt of lust through the parts that were soon to be unveiled. My hands raced to do his bidding. I lifted my hips as I rolled the sides of my lacy undies over my curves.

The pool of damp arousal coating them caused them to stick to my folds as I peeled them from my body. I ground my ass into Max’s c**k as I leaned forward to slide them down and off my legs.