Pacage Transit

In the Heat of the Night...

The Devil on Your Shoulder

:

Oh Anastasia, how the garden of your victory grows ever more verdant...you, my grand success, the one who actually listened. Not all of us are so lucky as to be regarded as more than the base mumblings of a person's Id.

You

:

I'm sorry that I ignored you for so long...even more sorry to myself. What if I'd listened to you earlier? Would I have avoided all those bad things that happened to me?

The Devil on Your Shoulder

:

You did listen to me, only back then it wasn't about slaking your thirsts, you know it was about survival on those humid streets.

You

:

How do you figure?

The Devil on Your Shoulder

:

Think back to when you lived with your mom, what her singular gripe was about you. And not just that miserable woman, but her slimy priest. Your unimaginative teachers.

You

:

That I never listened; it's not that I didn't listen, I did.

The Devil on Your Shoulder

:

And that's why you didn't obey. You said it yourself, the most miserable among us offer the most advice. The unhappiest souls extol the virtue of their lives. You remember what they called those who didn't live like them.

Whore. Ingrate.

You

:

...and here we are now.

The night's progression had been dreamlike, but far too lucid to be a dirty phantasm of your lust-soaked mind. Such dalliances were once relegated to the deep darkness of your secret thoughts, entertained only by the collection of toys you kept in your nightstand. Once you cried out to imagined lovers who'd never grace your bed, but now those desires were defined and had names. Trying to bring two men you were fucking - sometimes both in the same day - into comity was a gamble, but it was a three-person dance you'd painstakingly choreographed.

After the initial shows of aggression and possessiveness (which admittedly had flattered you immensely) had subsided, once wine had darkened glasses in the low-lit cool of Raulfo's, they seemed naturally predisposed to friendship. They sometimes seemed more interested in whatever silly (and tempting) live-service shooter they played, though their attention always circled back around to the auric outline of your breasts, or the smooth tautness of your thighs.

Better, of course, was when the lighting dimmed, steam rose from vents in the floor shaped like the mouths of Mayan deities, and they both invited you to join them on the dance floor. For all their outward differences - Aram, hard-edged and ungovernable as Sparticus'

sica

; Tiberius, smooth and debonair as Preston Burke's scalpel - they collaborated for like sections of an orchestra. Both of them really knew how to dance, and especially how to dance with you between them. Their hands running without shame over your tight, strong figure, the grind of their hips against your pelvis, your ass, and of course the heat of their breath and the hardness of their teeth against your neck...it all drove you

wild

.

Your body practically

howled

to take them back to your place, strip off your clothes, and let them ravage you but...now you were an elegant creature, you'd left your earlier crassness in a tin-roofed shack. You, Anastasia, weren't just some drunk college student eager to have a train pulled on her.

That's why you all ended up taking a Bolt back to your well-appointed, fastidiously cleaned (for this occasion) flat.

You find yourself seated between their masculine heat on an incredibly high quality couch you'd liberated from a Salvation Army store for under $50. Under the cerulean lighting you'd installed all on your own you sip

Armand de Brignac

from a fluted glass. The unspoken inevitability flickers between the three of you, charged and tantalizing as an oncoming storm, but the reins of control rest in your palm.

The flatscreen, 74" Samsung pinned to your wall communicates your intent with a characteristic union of subtlety and a blatant pronouncement; Berolucci's

Dreamers

had been one of your favorites since you were a university freshman. The forbidden, triangular romance between Matthew, Théo and Isabelle was the subject of more than one fantasy on your part; now, here it was, coming true.

Throughout the movie you find yourself fighting the carnal temptation of their physiques, both so different yet equally delectable, on either side. For the most part you remain civil but are unable to resist the occasional taste...your fingers, dragging up the Armani-smoothness of Thaddeus' leg, idly reaching out to squeeze the rock-hardness of Aram's shoulder. They do their own share of light groping, but their control is impressive as they eschew your firm bust and steamy-hot sex to trail hands along the inside of your thighs, over the flatness of your trim belly...somehow that excites you all the more.

Your dainty, hard nipples ache for their lips, your clitoris throbs against the silk of your panties...you're so soaking wet they could probably take turns entering you without foreplay, and lurid imagery wraps like a vine around your mind.

It is during the bathtub scene in the movie that you take the chance - all three of them, relaxing together in the sudsy water...suspiciously not partaking of each other's flesh, though you had a different artistic vision in mind. You pause the film, smiling your Harlequin's smile, and run your palms along the bar-stiff hardness pushing for freedom beneath their clothes; the curve of their shafts, the warm solidity of their crowns...they're ready for you.

"Gentlemen, shall we take a bath?" you suggest as casual as calico, pulling away from their touch (reluctantly) and trailing backwards toward your bathroom, slowly unbuttoning the gold of your blouse.

In the warm, slippery embrace of the water you settle between them both as Jimi Hendrix purrs from a little egg-shaped speaker mounted above the tub. Your descent into debauchery is a feathery-light fall, replete with the low thrum of the music and the sweet pungency of a joint you pass between them. "Not what I imagined myself doing on a Saturday night," Aram admitted with a smoky drawl as you reclined backward in his arms, your legs settled over Tiberius' lap; his fingers were at work draining all sense of tension from your body as he massaged your calves, gently squeezed your heels.

"And what

did

you imagine yourself doing, my handsome one?" you query, an arm ringing around his neck to stroke your soapy fingers through his hair. His features are thrown into shadowed relief in the flickering, low light from wall-mounted lanterns with flickering lamp-flame bulbs.

"Well...probably the same thing Tiberius imagined he'd be doing," your man answers coyly, running his thumb under the swell of your bottom lip. You nip gently at it, cheeks flushing hot and pink.

"Which was...something like this," the IT technician leans forward and circles his tongue in a blazing, tingling trail around the dark anther of your nipple, and you are unable to suppress the low groan that escapes your lips unbidden against Aram's thumb. Your body becomes a semi-liquid thing, malleable yet taut as he brings his lips to yours. It's really happening, going perfectly.

The Devil on Your Shoulder

:

And now, Anastasia, is the chance to indulge that fantasy you've always entertained but never actualized.

You

:

Fffuck...you mean...?

*

The Devil on Your Shoulder

:

You know what I mean.

Of course you do; it was something that passed through your mind more often than not.

"Tiberius...Aram...I want to kiss and taste and suck both of you. Please..." you motion to the edge of your tub, shaped for easy reclining and...this moment in particular.

It's better than anything your imagination, perverse and detailed as it as, could have conjured; the water laps at your breasts as you marvel at the both of them. Seated on the edge of your ostentatious bath, your hands stroke up and down the soap-slicked pillars of their cocks, admiring each in turn. They're both that perfect length and girth, and the way they touch you - sweet, soft caresses of your cheek and jawline a perfect accompaniment to the way they fondle and lightly tug your hardened nipples - drives you to lean forward and close your lips around Tiberius' glans. You swirl your tongue around the ridge of his crown, teasing under his foreskin and provoking the salty richness of his precum as you stoke Aram's hardness.

"Fuck that's good...don't stop, not for a bit at least..."

"This excites you, doesn't it - pleasuring both the men you've been fucking, right?"

"Gimme some of that..."

Your lips seal around Tiberius' cockhead, taking him deep into your mouth and uttering a low hum of desire before you pull away with a messy slurp, your tongue sliding like a furtive pink creature over your lips as you turn to Aram and start at the base of his cock. Your kiss and suck all the way up the curve of his shaft, sucking him down from his cut head and enjoying the distinction in their potent flavor. Bobbing your head up and down your man's penis, a plaintive moan thrums in your throat at the way they knead your firm bust. This is driving you mad...if one of your hands was free it would be working frantically between your thighs at your clit; but you know...something better is in store for you.

"Anastasia...would you like us to take turns with you?"

You're honestly not sure which of your men suggested it, but with your mouth still working the haft of Aram's lance you look up at them with plaintive eyes and give an eager nod. Rising carefully, vision swimming lightly from the cannabis' dulcet effect on your mind, you turn to present your round posterior to your man, looking over your shoulder at him with a coquettish little smirk. "You can't cum yet...and you," you turn your gaze up to Tiberius as he rises, settling in Aram's lap, "please...I want you to fuck my mouth with that big, beautiful cock of yours. Can you both do this for me?"

Ohhh how you adore the answer.

It's always a bit of work - the extremely pleasant kind - taking Aram's swollen glans, and you appreciate his patience as your hips move in that circular, feminine motion to enjoy the way he slides through your vulva. His free hand works his fingers against your pearl, his teeth at your shoulder as your hands snake around to take hold of Tiberius' firm posterior, guiding his shaft into your mouth. You close your eyes and simply enjoy the ride, giving in to their masculine presence as that turgid cock works your hungry, sucking lips. He does, indeed, fuck your mouth, as if making love to it, guiding you gently...it's incredibly dominant in its own way, but there's nothing degrading about this experience; on the contrary, you feel an incredible sense of control and power over your own destiny, the ability to take what you

want

when Aram finally enters you.

To your surprise - and his, no doubt - you're so turned on that you feel a throb of excitement run from the fore of your sex, lightning-sparks through your clitoris and up to your nipples as orgasm threatens to overtake you. You take Tiberius deep, finding comfort in the way his cock fills your mouth, reaching down to guide Aram's cock inside of you. As you'd predicted, you're so aroused that he is able to bottom out all those inches in just four thrusts.

"Mmmm...oh Ana, you're incredibly wet tonight, and I know it's not from his cum this time - that's all you, isn't it baby." He punctuates his point when you feel the head of his cock make contact with your deepest place, guiding you onto the plateau before release. Your first climax soars through your vision, phoenix-like and incredibly hot, spreading its wings through your pelvis as your juices gush over his penis.

You nod - or try to at least - before pulling Tiberius' manhood free and gasping as you ring both hands around him, pumping eagerly. "

Yes, yes god fffuck yes

it's really good...oh Aram don't sto-mmmmmm...!" you trail off as you take your other lover's testicles, low-slung and churning, into your mouth, sucking on them and adoring the hint of his musk.

Your plaintive moans crescendo as you ride the thermal, thighs shaking, your hips bucking at the way Aram stretches you open with that percussive pleasure-ache against your fundament. Colors flash before your eyes, a nova of sensation blossoming within you as that electric current conducts itself like lewd poetry through your body - everything, the lavender-scented bathwater and the flavor of Tiberius' precum, the feel of their hands pawing demandingly over your body, the fingers working your clitoris overwhelm you with ecstasy.

It's better than any orgasm you've ever had, even better than the third time Aram made you cum in that one session that left you nearly comatose and giggling dreamily. Your vaginal muscles contract so hard around his shaft you actually squeeze him out, and you reach a needy hand down to pull him back in, riding him to completion before falling forward against Tiberius. All of you laugh good-naturedly - "one for me!" Aram declares cheekily before you push Tiberius to recline backward and mount him. The subtle differences in their cocks mold against the silken grasp of your pussy as you take him inside of you, gripping his strong, wiry shoulders; behind you, Aram kisses your neck, nibbling his way up your jaw and nipping your earlobe as his hands find your hips...both of them holding your waist.

"I think I know what she's really looking forward to," Aram muses - you're incredibly aware of the hardness of his penis, inches from your filled, soaked sex guided up and down Tiberius' lance.

"I think I do too." Before you can get a word in your breath is stolen by the way Tiberius takes your nipple in his mouth, and you pull his head closer to you to sink into his skill.

"Do you want us both inside of you?" your boyfriend whispers against the ridge of your ear, a sheepish, excited grin spreading across your face as you take Tiberius down to his hilt, grinding and gyrating your hips to enjoy every inch of him.

"Both of us...fucking your pussy?"

You nod, short, rapid motions, briefly robbed of the power of language; higher thought is stolen in turn, giving you cause to grip the edge of the bathtub as Tiberius pulls free and Aram penetrates you from behind. They take turns with you, your body pressed between their muscular warmth as you slick your juices over the both of them; when Tiberius roots himself inside of you and brings his palm down to clap your ass, euphoric release springs from your lower belly and well-fucked sex unexpectedly again - "now we're tied," Tiberius declares.

"C...can we...please take this to my bed?" you manage to get out.

Toweling off quickly, they lay you upon your back on your satin-soft comforter, the cool fabric sliding against your bared form as the two of them shower your body with attention. You writhe and open yourself to them, spreading your thighs with an eager sound between their lips touching yours...Aram's teeth on your neck, Tiberius tongue over your collarbone, and the twin white-fire of both of them sucking your nipples at the same time.

Their skilled fingers find your wet, swollen sex, spreading your labia and toying with your little pearl as it throbs and pulses under their attention.

Once again they take turns fucking you; Aram first, sliding easily into your offered pussy and shaking the bed with his thrusts. He's so powerful, the sinewed, statuesque carve of his shoulders perfect for you to hang on to as your headboard clatters against the wall, incredibly wet, lewd sounds punctuated by your keening moans. Your vaginal walls clench around his shaft, almost refusing to let him go as he pulls out. Your greedy mind lavishes itself upon the sight of his broad glans, dripping your arousal and a trickle of his pre-cum.

Tiberius takes his place, pushing your knees against your shoulders as he sinks into you and drills deep against your core. Concussive, deep waves of heat echo through your lower belly, bucking your hips upward as he attends to your hardened node.

"Come on...both of you, I want you to give it to me. Please?" you coyly entreat, circling your grasp around Aram's manhood and looking up at him with a loose grin. "I've never had it before..."

"Only if you tell us in exacting detail what you want, Anastasia," Tiberius cajoles you - clearly enjoying making you squirm as he frots your swollen sex with the underside of his haft.

"I can't, it's too shameful!" you laugh, wrapping your lips around Aram's crown to give your mouth an excuse not to have to say it, even though part of you really enjoyed them teasing it out of you.

"Not at all...it's by telling us what you want that we're here," Aram points out with a smirk, but he's right. Humming softly against his balls, causing him to groan low and hungry, you stage-whisper the words against the base of his cock.

"I want you both inside of me...both in here," your fingers draw down and indicate your sopping wet pussy. "And I want you both to cum in me."

This is the part you've been waiting for eagerly...the victorious coup-de-grace, the maraschino cherry drooling its sweet syrup on top of your sundae. You push Aram to lie back against your pillows, kissing him deeply as you sink down upon him, sucking his swollen length into your warm, wet grasp and delighting in the way his hands guide your bucking hips. His palm claps on your ass, provoking an entirely whorish sound from your lips as he holds your thighs apart. It would be a tight fit, and as you felt Tiberius slide his fingers up the backs of your thighs to your waist, you did all you could to relax yourself...hard with your boyfriend lavishing your chest and shoulders with attention.

It's far more arousing than you could have imagined, the sensation of both men working against your entrance, shameless of how their cocks made slippery contact. "Fuck, oh fuck yes, penetrate me...this is amazing," you laugh, slightly unhinged before your voice crescendos into a long aria of desire. The girth of their crowns slips inside of you at the same time.

"Don't be gentle with me," you command as both start to fuck you.

The sensation of your lovers railing you is a singularity. All sensation in your body is concentrated on that incredible sense of being opened and filled, of the rhythmic way they alternate their thrusts. As if trying to batter down the gates to your fundament, they both fuck you roughly; the shadow of Tiberius laying his cock within you, the feel of Aram's shaft pressed hard against your G-spot both rob you of coherent thought and speech. You lose track of your climaxes, coming in mini-bursts of nuclear warmth that build up toward what would be the hardest, most mind-blowing ecstasy you'd known.

You arch your back as your mind makes contact with a higher realm; Tiberius' hands find your breasts, pulling you back against him. Aram's fingers work your clit in rapid circles...glutton for sensation that you are, you edge yourself along the release as long as you can before it overtakes you.

"You like being fucked by both your men?" Aram's voice is husky and harsh.

YES! I DO! I FUCKING LOVE YOU BOTH FUCKING ME!

Is what you would say if you were capable of speech. An iniquitous sound escapes your lips as you shudder and shake, and release sweet, hot nectars over the both of them. Both plunged within you to your core, up to their hafts, you reach around and kiss Tiberius with your chilled lips, panting and groaning obscenely. "Please...finish in me, I

need

it!"