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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Jeannie's chapter two (and currently the last chapter) where she meets up with the boys at a local hotel.

Summary

Jeannie's chapter two (and currently the last chapter) where she meets up with the boys at a local hotel.

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Submitted: January 09, 2013

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Submitted: January 09, 2013

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What’s Next

 

These words swam through her head all the way home, “Next time”.  That these three could meet again haunted her as one week passed, then the next, and no sign or word from them.  One night she drove down that same stretch and slowed as she approached the hidden wooded road where the boys parked the car, stripped her and made her come.  She pulled off the highway and on to the dirt road and turned the engine off.  The seclusion, the yellow light in the dark, and the quiet brought it all back to her.  Remembering that night and hearing the cars and trucks go past she kept hoping the cops would pull in behind her.

It was becoming a secret memory in her life until the day it burst back into the present in the form of a note on her windshield; Room 312, Days Inn, tonight, leave message for that room if you’ll be there”.Her hand was shaking as she read it, just like when she was pulled over for speeding.  Did they recognize her car, remember her plates, see her in the parking lot?  She drove straight home, looked up the Day’s Inn in the phone book and left a message at the desk she would be there at 9:00 PM.  That gave her plenty of time to freshen up and choose the right clothes, both under and over.

At dinner in a bra and silk blouse tucked into blue jean shorts with brief bikini panties, Jeannie couldn’t stop looking at the clock.  Whatever her secret friends had planned for her in the different setting of a hotel room consumed her thoughts and it was all she could do to relax and arrive on time.  It was even harder to make herself a little late, as she didn’t want to appear overanxious, though she was.

She walked through the lobby at 9:10 and found herself staring at the numbers on the door two minutes later.  She knocked and waited.  Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the unlocking and doorknob turning and watched the door open slowly.  It was Joe and her unplanned first thought was ‘thirty-five-ish’.  She was twenty-four. “Jeannie! Come on in.  We’re really glad you came.”  He was in tee shirt and jeans and holding a drink.  She noticed familiar bottles on the dresser and Pete putting a hand of cards down at the table by the window.  “Looks like Tequila and Orange Juice.” she said walking in like an old friend, happy at the welcome.  “I’ll fix you one?” “Sure”.  Thick sexual tension lay just under the veneer of their exchange.  A good start. 

Pete stood up to greet her with a friendly kiss.  She remembered their unfinished business and suspected he did too.  He looked mid –thirties as well and more relaxed than the night they met.  “We watched you pull into the parking lot and walk in”.  He added how pretty she looked walking from her car.  She said, “Well, I wondered if I’d ever hear from you again……. I missed you guys. 

“No uniforms tonight.  Off duty?”  “Yes, we’re off tonight…...  Did you want us in uniform?”  They all laughed and she said, “No, I like how you look tonight.”

Joe handed her a drink and pulled a third chair to the table.  He sat and both looked her up and down as she stood, testing her drink.  “Well, you look great yourself”, said Pete, implying things to come, she sensed.

“What are you playing?”“Well, we were waiting for you before starting.  We were thinking of a little strip poker with a twist tonight.  What do you think?”Smiles all around.“Mmhh, with a twist?”  “It goes like this,… win a hand and you tell one person to do something.”  “Anything?”  “Logical, sequential, and reasonable.”  “So, if I win I get to tell one of you guys what to do but if either of you win what are the odds that it would be me that gets to be told to do something?”  “Pretty high, I would imagine.”  She paused and thought, then said,  “Let’s play.”

Joe won the first hand and gave Jeannie her first command,  “Put another shot of Tequila in your drink and take a big sip.”  “That’s sequential”, she observed and got up to carry out the order.  She took a big gulp and smiled satisfied at each guy.  Jeannie won the next hand and looked straight at Pete, “I better get a head start on you guys, Pete, take your shirt off.”  He pushed his chair back and pulled his tee shirt over his head revealing a chest any man would be proud of.  Strong, quiet Pete, Jeannie liked him.  Feeling her drink already, she took a more sensible sip and then looked him over some more and smiled when he caught her.  Joe won again.  He saw her checking Pete out too.  “Jeannie, go over behind Pete and feel him up a little from behind.”  “Glad to.”  Still jovial she walked over and started to rub his shoulders.  She complimented him playfully and slid her hands down front over his pecks.  The strength of his chest, the soft hair and warmth of his belly, his enjoyment of her touch, and the Cuervo all gracefully shifted the mood of the room, quieted the talking and focused the players on the serious and the sensual.  In a more official tone, Joe said, “Alright, back to your seat.”

Pete won and asked Jeannie if he could take off her blouse.  “You’re not supposed to ask me, are you?”  This angel on earth looked back and forth at the two.  “You’re right.  Jeannie, sit still while I take your blouse off.”  He positioned his chair up to her and let his hands linger at her breasts before actually unfastening any buttons.  He undid each button and opened her blouse completely.  She leaned forward as he pulled it out from behind.  She straightened her arms down to let it fall off her when he draped it off her shoulders.  Her breasts were large and swelled up and down with her breathing.  The boys did nothing to hide their interest as Pete returned to his seat.  Returning to the game, they kept glancing at her tits, how they swelled over the top of her bra, the hardening nipples through the sheer fabric. Joe suggested another shot of Tequila and they did, though Jeannie, aware she’d already had more than two, just poured hers into her drink and went to add more orange juice.  The boys took full advantage of this opportunity to watch monitor her breasts as she walked to the dresser

Pete won again.  He looked over to Joe and said, “Your turn to do something”.  They waited, “Take off her pants, Jeannie, stand up”.  Without speaking, Jeannie gently pushed her chair back, slipped her sandals off and stood next to Joe who stayed seated and turned towards her.  His face at her belly, he gazed at the waistband of her jeans, the button, her beautiful belly and navel, her hands at her sides, her eyes looking down at the top of his head.  They all felt the Tequila melting away inhibitions.  His hands took a round-a-bout route to the button, sliding over her entire mid section, back, hips, over her belly and finally slipping under the waistband, unbuttoning it, one hand held the top up while the other unzipped her fly.  As it opened, little flowers on delicate panties came to view.  Brushing the back of his hand across the soft cotton, he slipped it down just behind the zipper bottom so the backs of his fingers could feel the cotton over the flesh that covered her pubic bone and the soft hair that covered the soft flesh.  Cheating further, he pressed slightly and she was about to open her legs a little when he gently withdrew and proceeded to unclothe her.Both his hands slid around to her hips, feeling her warmth, through the soft panties.  She felt the jeans loosening their grasp and slide down her legs to the floor as his hands slid down with them.  Feeling totally vulnerable and bare, with his assistance, she stepped out of them and stood there barefooted, stripped to her bra and panties.  Their eyes burned up and down her slender body as she deserted her jeans shorts on the floor and headed back to her seat.  “Don’t sit down yet”, softly spoke one of the men.  She looked at them both as they momentarily brought their eyes to her face then back to her body, as she complied.  One hand on the back of the chair, high and horny, she stood before them, awkwardly aware she need do nothing else.  No talking, only staring and breathing….hard.  She couldn’t take her eyes off their eyes, adoring each piece of her adorable ensemble for the first time.  The smooth skin of her belly and legs, her tits, nipples through the thin bra, the softness nestled between her legs, the cleft of her pussy visible through the thin panties.  Joe said, “You’re beautiful”, and Pete said, “So beautiful”. Her breath quickened and she almost came right then. 

She gathered herself and sat down to resume the game.  While sitting, she realized half her body was hidden under the table, depriving her opponents of their winnings and herself of their attention.  She suggested they all sit on the bed and play the game from there.  In a moment they were sitting in a circle Indian style.  Looking like a girl at a slumber party, she was an extreme distraction and she loved it.  Joe won the first round played on the bed.  He spoke with a broken voice, “Jeannie, it’s time to lose the bra…”.  Called upon again, she loved the paradox of being used by them and controlling them at the same time.  She cupped her right breast with her left hand, covering the other breast with the same arm.  She let the straps fall off her shoulders with the help of her other hand.  Holding the front in place, she reached back with her free hand and undid the clasp.  Now its lacy flaps dangled freely from the supposed modesty of her arm.  As the men made no attempt at holding back their gawking, she pushed up, back and forth and around to show off their size and suppleness.  She watched their responses to her teasing as she then held each tit in each hand, the bra still precariously in place.  Slowly and brazenly she squished and manipulated her bosom and brazenly the men looked on.  She let one hand with half of the bra fall as she continued kneading the other.“Gorgeous”, whispered one of the men as her proud melon-sized breast hung taught before them.  Slowly and gracefully, the other hand lifted the bra away, pressing enough into her breast to make it firmly bounce and jiggle before settling in line with its twin.  Her nipples were awesome, thick, strong and protruding. The men were in heaven in spite of their desperate need to suck on them.

She won the next hand and decided to quench her curiosity on how much a pair of jeans interrupts an erection. “It’s grope time…. I want to feel both your crotches.  Joe, you first.”  He leaned back on his hands, his legs criss-crossed.  She crawled on all fours over to him; they watched her breasts jiggle and sway.  Joe looked at her fingers slip under his balls and the heal of her hand press against his semi-erect dick.  She gently massaged and kneaded the area, rubbing her thumb along the outline of his thickening hard-on.  He humped against her hand and she responded with a firm grasp of the entire area.  “Mmmhh”, she let out in response to how good this felt to her hand.  Pete said, “Time’s up! My turn.”  With one final squeeze she let go and gave Joe a hard kiss on the mouth with her hand on the back of his head.  Up on her knees, she ‘walked’ over to Pete who watched the bouncing tit show as he assumed the same lean-back-and-enjoy position.  But for him she positioned her tits near his face as her hand went down.  Drunk with horniness, he turned towards the firm globes with an open mouth as she gently offered them to him one at a time, drawing them across his quivering lips, one stiff nipple, he would hold it, suck it, she’d let him, then slowly pull from the suction of his mouth letting it stretch until it sprang out with a bounce and jiggle, subjecting the next one to the same treatment.  At the same time she was positioning his dick so that it lay flat under his jeans with room to grow hard and large.  Very large she thought as she looked at it and felt it.  “Time to get back to the game, you two.”  Grabbing both sides of his head with her hands, she planted her lips on his and slipped her tongue deep into his mouth.  He let himself drop back taking her with him still kissing.  He put his arms around her back and they were literally making out on the bed in front of Joe who was admiring her beautiful, panty-covered ass and how her tits crushed against Pete’s chest.  He planted his hand on her ass, his thumb between her legs.  She moaned and humped as, against all that was in him, he withdrew and said,  “One more round.” He managed to get out, as if he knew the ritual wasn’t yet complete and they must keep to the ritual.  Seemingly on his wavelength, Pete and Jeannie did obey and return to their playing positions. Catching their breath and glancing at each other like teenagers.  Her pussy was saturated and the boys nursed their hard-ons with their hands.

All of them thinking, “One more round” means just one more round. That gives them the green light to be done with the cards and get on with it.  And she so wanted to get on with it.  A new level of seriousness took over the gaming.  Her panties were visibly moist, their hard-ons too.  The heavy breathing was almost exhausting.  She kept looking at the two of them, a wanton woman who knew any minute they were going to be all over her, humping her, feeling her up all over, squeezing and sucking her tits, sticking their fingers in her, sticking their dicks in her mouth, fucking her, making her come again.  She couldn’t wait, they couldn’t wait, and it was ready to happen.  This was all out in the open as the cards were dealt, the hand was played and Joe won.

As if he had it all planned and was waiting for the last hand to do this, he leaned back, reached under the bed and pulled out a long terrycloth strap that looked like it had come off a bathrobe.  They watched and listened as he looped it through a couple of rungs at the top of the bed.  “OK, the best round is the last round.  Let me set this up as I explain.  You each have to pick a number, one through ten, the winner goes free and the loser gets tied up.  Jeannie, go” “Four?”.  “Wrong”.  “Pete?”  “Seven?”.  “Right!”  Just like that.  And they both looked at Jeannie and smiled, “You lose”, Joe said.  This comical railroading happened faster than she was able to object to it and her resistance, a simple, “Now, wait a minute!” would have been more effective if her heart was more in it.  But the Tequila and the intriguing prospect of being tied up slowed her response time.  Her eyes kept going to the rope awaiting her as the boys seemed bent on going to this next level.  She was being rushed and her resistance was more to just give herself time to process and, in fact, take it in more and enjoy it. They observed this and pulled back.  The three sat on the bed.  Her beautiful, mostly naked body, not one bit taken for granted.  Those innocent tits protruding from her torso, seemingly oblivious to the spell they cast.  Catching up to what was happening around her, very horny with anticipation, she said with an adorable smile, “Hold on a second. You cheated”.  Even in reluctance she was seductive and they were falling hopelessly in love with her.  Pete admitted she was right, then said, “This could be really great, Jeannie.  I’m pretty sure you’ll be glad if we do it.”  Looking at them both with the affect of concern and trepidation, as if not knowing what to expect or if to trust them, she slid her butt over towards that part of the bed.

Without speaking, they all knew their parts.  Pete placed his hands on her shoulders as she looked in his eyes.  Cautiously, he gently shoved her shoulders as she let herself slowly fall back on the bed, keeping her eyes on him.  Joe took both her hands.  She let them go limp as he raised them above her head causing her breasts to swell up like two proud melons.  Surrendering her body to their will, she felt the strap wrapping around in a figure-eight style knot, firmly shackling her wrists.  His final knot was from the headboard, pulling tight, her arms stretched up straight with a jolt, startling her slightly and further swelling her tits.  She arched her back in response and helplessly looked into Pete’s eyes, as if to say, ‘Are you watching?’  She yanked a little in the way of resistance and to test the knot.  She felt she could get out with some time and effort and struggle. Her bondage complete, she lay there in just her panties as the two men stepped away from the bed and admired her.  She faned distress, struggling against her restraints, little sounds from her voice, looking at them both with a girlish apprehensive, ‘what are you going to me’ look.  Her theatrics were a complete turn-on for them.  While she continued her struggle, Joe came over to her side to fondle her breasts with both hands, squeezing them together, grabbing then releasing them to cause them to bounce, tweaking the nipples.  She breathed in and out deeply and writhed under his groping hands.  His hands wandered around the outline of her ribs, belly, over her panties, then down between her legs. He squeezed up into her cunt over her panties.  Her voice accompanied her spreading legs and heavy breathing as she humped into his hand, pulling on her ropes.  He pushed his finger up into her as far as her panties would let him, dipping them into the warmth of her juices.  Just a tease, he then slid back up to her breasts to feel her erect nipples brush against his palms.  She looked down to observe what he was doing to her tits. Seeing her own nipples arching up into the open air, stiff and tight aching to be suckled. Beyond, at the foot of the bed, Pete undid his pants, pulled them down to his ankles and stepped out of them.  The swollen mass of his cock hung heavy in his briefs.  He pulled them down slowly, knowing she was watching.  Her eyes fixed on it, hanging there, thick and heavy, the waistband gradually being drawn down its large, thick semi-erect length, full and engorged, but not yet stiff enough to rise and point up.  Down over the bulbous, purple head, now free to bob up and down from his movements and the throbbing she could tell was happening from within.  She watched as he walked it over, knelt between her legs and poised it to bump into her clit.  It did so firmly and these two organs of sex kissed through the thin, wet fabric of her panties.  “Whoooooh”, she breathed on each exhale. He leaned in and she felt it press against her clit and grow thicker, longer and harder.  She gyrated her pelvis to position and rub her clit against it.  Finally his cock grew too hard to point down anymore and he squeezed it from within himself causing it to glide up over her clit and spring away from her throbbing cunt.  She watched this now very impressive pole spring up and bounce several times, almost pointing to the ceiling when it was through.  Pete stepped back onto the floor to bring her legs together and pull her panties down.  Which he did, slowly slipping his fingers over the top of the waistband and gently sliding her last remaining garment down around her butt and hips, down so the saturated panel came away from around her cunt exposing the moistness surrounding her clit to the cool air of the room.  Down over her thighs, knees, ankles, and finally onto the floor.  She kept her legs together so that he could place his hands on her thighs, slide them between to meet in the middle, and urge her legs apart.  This done, he stepped away to admire her.  But for the rope, she felt every bit of her complete nakedness, her legs kept wide open by her own volition, with him right there drooling at the sight of her cunt and clit also wide open, wet.Joe’s hands continued their general groping.  Only, this time he leaned in and was kissing around her neck, face, and mouth to which she enthusiastically responded, receiving his tongue in her mouth and drawing it in as deep as she could, taking turns with him doing this.  His hands wandered freely over her whole body.  She moaned every time his fingers found her cunt, now unimpeded by her panties, and he would massage her clit or fuck her with his fingers for a while.  At one point she was humping his hand so hard and he worked up a rhythm to his stroking that she almost came.  Her hands bound, she had to tell him in a full voice, “Don’t make me come yet!” and immediately started breathing very hard and fast while teetering on the brink of an orgasm.  Joe did his part by taking his hand away as she impulsively continued humping into the air.  A few calming breathes later Pete brought his hard-on to her mouth instead of her throbbing cunt.  He straddled her with his balls dangling between her tits and his thick dick over her face.  She lifted her head up and he supported her with one hand and directed the dribbling tip of his thick cock towards her face.  His size caused her to open a lot wider than she was used to and this turned her on even more.  Her cries were muffled by this thick meat filling her mouth, humping and probing deep into her, pushing against the back of her throat.  She wanted to be free of her bonds so she could grab it and stroke its wide shaft in her fingers but she was also turned on by being restrained and she knew they loved it.  So, she made due with her lips and mouth, pumping on him and feeling the surges she was causing.  Thinking that she might be up to it again, Joe gently felt up her cunt without the regularity of a hand-job.  She was glad he did and calmly humped against it while concentrating on pacing herself and what was going on in her mouth. 

They ebbed and flowed; taking turns at the brink of orgasm several times.  Pete withdrew from her mouth and she saw his cock glistening with her saliva as he got off of her and moved down to the foot of the bed.  Joe’s hand came up her belly to her breasts, sliding between them playfully, back and forth.  His other hand slid down to her clit and pressed gently…stroked slowly…. she watched Pete move in on her.  She opened her legs wider... it seemed Joe was offering her cunt to Pete’s dick by working her clit as a lure...Pete moved closer, holding his dick in his hand... knees on the bed between her legs... he brings it to the lips between her legs... Joe slides his hand away... Pete’s cock brushes across her moist clit, she whimpers in rhythmic gasps as it slides over her clit, up and down, back and forth, flicking it this way and that. Then down to her hole, probing its way against the soft opening of her cunt, pressing in passed the first natural resistance of her cunt... which joyfully gives way, “AAHHHH” squeezing around the head of his dick as it pushes through... Up, up inside her… her voice cries out as the long shaft follows easily pushing aside the walls of her cunt, gliding up and in behind the head of his dick…filling her tight hole… she squeezes it… feels it slide passed the mouth of her wet cunt… pushing the head up deep inside her…sliding through her wetness.  This initial penetration is long, slow, exploratory, intense, until he is completely inside her and she feels the large bulb at the end of his dick push as deep into her as it can be, her voice continued throughout and beyond this moment.  She feels him fill her insides and she squeezes the whole thing with her whole cunt, inside and out.  Joe steadily works his fingers over her swollen clit again.  She brings her legs up and rests the heals of her feet on Pete’s ass and she opens her mouth wide, “Aahh”, as her little squeezes gradually turn into gentle humps…”Ohhhhh”…and her calls get a little louder on each exhale while her inhales are just loud breathing…Joe brings both hands to her nipples and gently tugs at them against the other movements of her body… “squeeze them harder” she tells him, feeling their stiffness …gentle humps gradually turn into writhing humps until she’s grinding her clit against Pete’s pubic bone…Joe tests the limits of her nipples, tweaking, twisting, finally sucking them deep into his mouth...Pete pulls out his cock almost completely, just leaving the head in... “Fuck me...” she says as he sends it back in…all the way...up and in to as deep as before.  Then all the way out again and all the way in all the way out all the way in.  Eyes closed, she says, “Fuck me” with each one of his thrusts.  Her restraints prevent her from throwing one arm around him and the other around Joe’s head and riding them both to her orgasm.  Instead, she’s lain out prone for them to do with as they please.  And that was about to happen.  Joe lifts his head leaving her chest wide open for both men to watch her tits heave and bounce up and down each time Pete rammed his cock into her.  Joe places his open hands just over her nipples, still long and pointed from his sucking them, they brush across his palms growing more taught and erect each time.  Her grunts, breaths, and humps are in rhythm with Pete’s as she feels her climax approaching and urges it on by gradually quickening the pace.  “Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming” became her mantra as she turned her cunt up and lifted her head to watch herself hump into Pete’s large dick as he came inside her with several large squirts and spasms that she squeezed and milked from him with spasms of her own, feeling his come enter her and pool, warm in her loins.  Pete fell onto her as they gradually calmed themselves to a blissful, rejoice full rest. They lay there, fulfilled and exhausted.  Joe began to untie her.  Her arms free, she put them around Pete’s heaving back and stroked up and down from his ass to his shoulder blades. 


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