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From Famine To Feast Ch 03

From Famine To Feast Ch 03

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Chapter 3: Getting Dirty While Getting Clean

I awakened from a very sexy dream about a threesome to the delicious smell of fresh-brewed coffee and frying bacon. The lovely aroma slowly extracted me from a deeply relaxing sleep. I was cozily buried in a fluffy down comforter and cushioned by a soft mattress. I felt so relaxed and secure and was in no rush to get up. Gradually, my eyes fluttered open to see a man standing next to me, his face inches from mine. He leaned in and kissed me with surprisingly soft lips, his stubble scratching my face. "Wha... Who?" I stammered, confusion and panic setting in. I felt an arm wrapped under my boobs, and a body spooning me from behind. "Who is

that

in my bed?!" I demanded while attempting to twist around and see who it was.

"Shh. Relax. I'm Lance and you and Yazmín are in

my

bed. Right where you belong."

"Oh, shit. That's right. I remember... from last night. Oh, shit! Last night!" I said realizing where I was, who I was with, and what I had done. I sat up and her arm slid down to my lap. "Did all that really happen? Did I do all those things?" I clapped my hand over my mouth.

Yazmín sat up next to me, leaned over and kissed my cheek. Her hair was a mess but somehow she still looked beautiful. "Yes, it sure did. Yes, you sure did. And, yes, I sure hope we do it again!" She hugged me from the side.

I covered my face in my hands as I turned red from embarrassment. "Oh my god, I can't believe it."

Lance gently pulled my hands down. His hair was disheveled, but it was messy-cute and despite his bed-head, he still looked like he was in charge. "Shh. It was amazing and you were very brave. You are safe with me. That is all that matters right now." I looked up at him, wanting to believe him, but still feeling embarrassed about the night before. "Well, that and breakfast matters too." He stood up and smiled. He was bare-chested and wearing an apron. I noticed the apron protruded a bit at his groin. At the other end of the vast room, I could see plates with food set at the table. "Now, get up and follow me."

As he walked forward, we noticed that he was not wearing any pants! His cute little bottom twitched as he stepped. I clapped my hand over my mouth and squealed. Yazmín and I looked at each other and giggled.

"Come on!" she said excitedly. "We should enjoy

that

hot meal while we can!" We scrambled out of bed. I looked for my clothes, but didn't see them in the mess of sheets and blankets. Yazmín didn't stop to get dressed, however, walking naked toward the dining table. I stared at her sexy ass for a second, watching her buns jiggle as she walked. I looked around once more for my clothes, shrugged and followed her, just as nude as she was.

"This looks lovely and smells scrumptious! I hope it tastes as good as it looks!" Yazmín gushed as she sat in the chair that he held out for her. He did the same for me on the opposite side, and then he sat down at the head of the table.

"Yes, lovely and sumptuous," he echoed. "Oh, wait, were you speaking about the food?" He winked at me. "I thought you meant the guests. I hope they taste as good as they look too." We giggled. "Please, begin."

As we ate, he spoke to us - both of us, but his comments were mainly directed toward me. "Layla, how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one. Almost twenty-two."

"You're a decade younger than I am and half a decade younger than Yazmín, but we are all mature enough to discuss our arrangements."

Arrangements

? I wondered. I thought this was a one-night stand. It was fun—exhilarating even—but I didn't even expect to spend the night, much less talk about future arrangements.

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"You please me—both of you—and I want to continue playing with you. You have had a small taste of the way I like to play. Tell me, did you enjoy it?"

"Oh, yes! Very much!" Yazmín answered first, clearly enthusiastic.

"Yes, I did too," I said quietly. He gave me time to reflect. I looked up at him, and he raised his eyebrows, silently imploring me to continue. "Well, it's just that... It was fun. In fact, it was very fun. Don't get me wrong, I liked it. It's just that I have never done anything like that before. You really pushed my boundaries last night. Sometimes it was embarrassing, uncomfortable, and even a bit humiliating. It was amazing in other ways—and sexy, very sexy. In fact, it was downright hot! But you really forced me to push through my comfort zone."

"Perhaps it was the breaking of the boundaries that you enjoyed most of all." He stared at me until I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. I turned toward Yazmín. She was biting her lip and her eyes were sparkling. "Consider that for a moment. I will clean up the kitchen while you two can clean up in the bathroom." He scooted back his chair, stood up in his apron, and picked up our plates. His back was broad and he looked strong. We both watched his cute butt as he began to wash. We glanced at each other, smiled, and headed to the bathroom.

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My attention shifted as we entered the bathroom. We took turns peeing and brushing our teeth. He seemed to be prepared for us; he had set out guest toothbrushes, hair brushes, and even make-up wipes. I was a bit horrified when I looked at myself in the mirror. My make-up from the night before was smeared all over my face. My hair, as expected, was a tangled mess. I certainly looked the part of someone who had been thoroughly fucked and was doing the walk of shame the morning after. I also became aware that my thighs were caked with the crust of dried cum. Yazmín caught me looking at my crotch and legs. "Me too. Come on." She smiled and grasped my hand. "Let's shower."

The walk-in shower was quite large and had detachable nozzles on either end. I followed her inside and closed the glass door behind me. The hot water felt divine. We stood there for a while, letting it run over our bodies as the steam filled the space. I allowed my eyes to roam over her naked backside.

Wow!

She was toned, well-proportioned, and her skin was flawless. Her ass was so damn sexy! I was filled with an urge to squeeze her cheeks in my hands. I turned around to face the nozzle to prevent myself from spontaneously acting on my desire.

When I turned around again, she was facing me. Her eyes looked back up and she smiled guiltily. Was she checking out my ass too? She mouthed, "Oops. Caught!" and batted her eyes. She

was

checking me out! Then she looked down to my breasts, paused, and continued down my stomach to my crotch where her eyes stopped. This time, she made no attempt to disguise what she was looking at.

I allowed my eyes to do the same. Her tits were amazing: they were very firm and perky for being so full. Despite their heft, they sat high on her chest, even without a bra. Her dark areolas were perfectly proportioned, and her nipples stuck out invitingly. Her torso was small, so her figure curved out at her boobs, in at her flat stomach, and out again at the hips. Her mound was naked except for the landing strip that directed my gaze down to the Y at her crotch. Her slit was smooth and her outer lips were rounded and dark pink. Her inner lips were lighter where the petals flowered out, and I could see bright pink lower down, promising something tantalizing inside.

Her movement broke the spell. She stepped toward me and said, "Turn around and let me wash your hair." I nodded and turned. It felt nice to have her fingers massaging the shampoo into my scalp. Then she removed the nozzle and rinsed it clean. She did the same with the conditioner. I wondered how many women staying the night it had taken for a man with short hair to stock conditioner and the other beauty supplies we had used earlier. Oh, well. I wasn't jealous; after all, we had only met last night, and threesomes certainly aren't exclusive! When she was done, she spun me around and said, "Do me."

We crossed the shower to the other nozzle. I washed and conditioned her hair as she had done mine. I enjoyed the sensation of running my fingers through her wet hair and the sense of comradery of taking care of each other.

"Now, let me clean your body thoroughly." She lathered up her hands with soap and started to rub it all over my skin. She started on my left hand, went up my arm to my shoulders, where she massaged me for a bit, and then down the other arm to my right hand. She covered my back and then worked her way down to my butt. There, she massaged my ass for a long time - much longer than necessary. It felt really good and more than slightly erotic. I felt her try to move my cheeks apart, but her soapy hands couldn't get a grip. She whispered into my right ear, "Spread your ass cheeks like you did last night." My pulse sped up, and my breathing became more rapid. I tried to answer, but nothing came out. Slowly, I grabbed my buns and pulled them apart. I felt her slippery hand slide slowly down my crack until it came to my asshole. She whispered into my left ear, "You want to be presentable back there, don't you?" I nodded as she rubbed around my anus. "Nice and clean," she continued as her finger circled. "Outside..." her voice was husky, "and now inside too." With that, she pushed the tip of her soapy finger into my asshole.

"Ohh!" I exclaimed involuntarily. She pulled her finger back and then slid it back in, deeper this time. "Ohh, ohh!" She surprised me and I didn't know what to think. No one had ever done this to me before.

"Keep spreading your cheeks apart. Breathe slowly and deeply. And relax your sphincter muscle. Just accept me inside you." She continued the pattern of sliding in and out, going a little deeper each time. My asshole wanted to clamp closed when she would pull out, but I tried to do as she said, and in the moment when I would relax, she would thrust deeper, making me grunt. Eventually, she got her finger all the way in. I felt her wiggle it around a bit, and then she pulled it all the way out. "Keep 'em spread wide open." She aimed the nozzle at the center my butt and a jet of hot water pelted my asshole. A moment later, she stood up and said, "There we go, nice and clean." Then she spun me around, adding, "Now for the front."

She lathered up her hands again, and began to massage my breasts. It felt good to have her play with my boobs. She tried to pinch my nipples, but her soapy fingers couldn't get a good grip. Nevertheless, I was getting really turned on by her attention to my tits. I was silently rooting for her success. She eventually resorted to flicking my nipples until they were fully erect. I started to moan softly and closed my eyes. Then she slid her hands downward across my belly, my hips, and then continued down the outside of my legs. She slowly worked her way up the inside of my legs. When she slid over my knees, she said, "Open wider so I can clean last night's mess off your beautiful thighs." I inhaled deeply and stepped outward with one leg and then the other. She was squatting in front of me and her face was inches from my pussy. She leaned her forehead against my mound. My eyes were shut tight as the water rushed down my face, drowning out my moans. The blood pounded louder in my ears the closer her fingers got to my crotch. Her fingertips touched the outside of my vulva and slowly spread my outer lips apart. "Wider," she demanded. My knees felt weak, but I placed my feet farther apart. "Good girl," she said.

Suddenly, I felt a cock pushing against my labia! "Ahh," I gasped. I was so caught up in what Yazmín was doing to my body, that I didn't notice that Lance had entered the shower too. I turned my neck to look at him. The sight of his naked body caused me to gasp. His torso was well-defined, with prominent pecs and enticing abs. I wanted to rub my hands all over him from head to toe. Before I could move, however, his arms wrapped around my waist and his hands slid up my stomach until his hands cupped my boobs.

"Mmm. Clean girls getting dirty. Or is it dirty girls getting clean? Either way, it's very nice. Stand up, Yazmín. Hand her the soap. Now, Layla, I want you to wash her. Ensure that every inch of her body is clean. Begin with her back." She turned around and I began to clean her thoroughly and sensually, just as she had done to me moments earlier. He kept up his slow thrusts along the outside of my slit, which would have been very wet even if we weren't in the shower. When I had completed her back, he ordered her to turn and I began to soap up her chest. As I caressed her boobs, she shut her eyes and moaned. Her tits were very soft and heavy; her skin was smooth, resilient, and flushed. As she had done, I tried to pinch her nipples, but they were too slippery to gain purchase, so I flicked them with my fingers just as she had done to me. She clearly enjoyed it as much as I did. We were both moaning now.

Lance continued to grasp my tits, mirroring what my hands were doing with Yasmín's breasts. The entire time, he slowly pushed his dick along my slit from behind. I was groaning. I kept hoping that the next slow thrust would slip inside my pussy, but he seemed to enjoy keeping me on the edge. I could tell he was turned on too, not only because his dick was big and hard, but also by his heavy breathing in my ear. It was challenging to concentrate on what I was doing to her.

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"Turn." Yazmín rotated again. "Spread your ass cheeks wide for her. Layla, clean her ass." She grasped her fleshy cheeks and pulled them apart. I soaped up my hands and ran them up and down her crack, grazing over the sensitive wrinkly flesh around her butthole. I could feel her tense each time I passed over it. My hands slid up and down several times until it felt like I had done a very thorough job. Then I switched to massaging her fleshy ass cheeks again, copying how his hands mauled my tits. I was focused on trying to angle my groin so that I would force his cock to finally enter my pussy. I was so turned on but also frustrated that he wouldn't just fuck me already.

"Layla," he started in that low reprimanding tone of his, "you are not finished. The outside of her ass is thoroughly clean, but the inside is not. Remember, I will reward you generously, if you do a good job."

Uh oh

. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I was scared to do it. Once again, this was literally new territory for me. I took a deep breath and soaped up my fingers. I gingerly put the tip of my middle finger against her asshole. She moaned. "Tell me if this doesn't feel right. I don't know how to do this."

"Oh, you know what to do, sweetie." She rotated her head and kissed me passionately. "Do me like I did you." With that said, she faced forward, put her hands on the shower wall, bent slightly at the waist, and arched her back.

"Do it," he commanded. I pushed my finger in gently and felt the rubbery ring of her rectum resist. "Harder," he whispered. His cock had stopped sliding along my slit, and was poised at the entrance of my vagina. I pushed a little harder and my finger slipped inside the sphincter to the first knuckle. At the same moment, he pushed the head of his dick inside my inner lips. We both gasped loudly.

"Did I hurt you?" I panted, worrying that I had made a mistake. I felt light-headed and was struggling to maintain focus on what I was doing to her while going crazy with what he was doing to me.

"No. Not at all. It feels good. Keep going," she encouraged. I pushed into the second knuckle and paused. He pushed another inch into me. "Deeper," she said. "I want it." She started rubbing her clit. I wanted it too! I pushed my finger all the way in. Lance pushed his entire length into me. "Yes!" she exclaimed, as I moaned loudly. I felt so full. It was so satisfying.

I couldn't believe my finger was in her ass! I had never done this before. But minutes ago, I had never had someone else's finger in

my

asshole either. Then I remembered that when she did it to me that while it was surprising and uncomfortable at first, eventually it actually felt kind of good as I got used to the sensation. I imagined it was true for her as well.

"Fuck her," he demanded, ending my reflection and bringing me back to the present moment. I slowly pulled my finger most of the way out, just as she had done, and then pushed it slowly back in. He did the same to me with his dick. We both moaned and bent over a little more, with her hands still spreading her ass wide open. I picked up the pace and she got louder. He copied my movements and I got louder too. The more she seemed to enjoy it, the more into it I got. The more I got into it, the harder he rammed into me. Soon I was fucking her hard and she was grunting wildly. He was pounding into my pussy and I wanted everything he was giving to me.

"Oh shit! I'm getting close!" she yelled. "Fuck me harder!"

"I'm close too," I panted. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I fucked her ass as hard and as deep as I could go. My finger went faster and faster in and out of her hole. She kept playing with her clit. Lance pistoned inside my pussy over and over again. I loved the friction of his glans on my vaginal walls. He filled me up and fuck it felt good!

Lance roared like a lion. I felt his cock swell inside my pussy and then he exploded, shooting jets of his cum deep inside me. His dick twitched several times as he spurted his spunk, coating my cunt with his jism.

Upon hearing Lance climax, Yazmín clenched her sphincter tightly, trapping my finger inside, and peaked with a scream. "Ahhh, yes, yes, yes, oh my god, oh my god, yes!"

Their orgasms sent me over the edge too and I came with a loud cry, "Oh, oh, oh, ahhhh!" My cunt spasmed repeatedly, clamping around his cock and making my body writhe in pleasure.

As we came down, we stayed still, holding each other for a long time, the hot water washing over us. Eventually, her asshole relaxed, releasing my finger, and I slipped it out. Lance's cock deflated, and he pulled it out of my pussy. We hugged for a moment, and then we finished cleaning ourselves. We turned off the water and exited the shower.

We didn't say much after that. We dressed and Lance drove each of us home, dropping me off first. They both kissed me on the lips before I got out of the car. I thanked them both profusely before waving goodbye as they drove off.

When I got back to my dorm room, I suddenly panicked. I realized that I had neglected to get their phone numbers! How would I find them again? I would never be able to find my way back to Lance's loft. I didn't know their last names, where they worked, or anything about them really, other than that they were fantastic sexual partners and I wanted to see them again. That was a terribly regrettable oversight on my part. I attempted to comfort myself by trying to feel grateful for the amazing experience. At least I could enjoy the memories and reprise the scenes in my head with my loyal vibrator as my stand-in companion.

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