Dear Reader: I wrote this story in about three days. The central concept had been on my mind for some time and just kept coming back to me, over and over again. All I hope is that it gets you off or at least doesn't annoy you too much.
Thanks to D for proofing it.
-Elenia
His fingers stroked her clit maddeningly. "You like the idea of that, don't you?" he whispered into her ear. "You like the idea of getting fucked by my friends, of being our whore."
She moaned, her fingers gripping his arm tightly.
Kitsune's panties were looped around one ankle. She'd just come home from St. Mary's Catholic School, where she was a senior, and she was still in her school uniform. However, her pleated skirt was hiked up around her waist, her white button-down shirt was wide open, and her front-closure bra hung loosely, revealing two perky tits that bobbed with each movement of his hand.
Dimitri gripped her left tit, squeezing hard. "Which one is it you want? Alan? Tom? Is it Mark that gets you hot? Or..." and he shoved two fingers into her as he said the next, "is it all four of us at once you want?"
She came, then, spasming in his arms, crying out. They were in the office and he was sure his friends could hear but he didn't really care. In fact, the exhibitionism turned him on, especially since his coworkers were the aforementioned Tom, Mark, and Alan.
He stood abruptly and lifted her off his lap. He swept the few papers off his desk. Standing her up, he put his hand on the small of her back and pushed gently. "Bend over," he ordered gruffly.
She bent over the desk, her nipples pressing against the wood of the desk, and spread her legs. Dimitri lifted her skirt and flipped it over her young firm ass, and groaned at the sight that was revealed. Kitsune's sweet pussy lay open to him, wet and swollen and ready for him.
He pressed the head of his cock against her opening and felt her push back against him. He chuckled softly and leaned over her to whisper in her ear.
"You want it?"
"Please," her voice was soft and plaintive.
"First – tell me, does the thought of all four of us fucking you at once make you hot?"
She nodded, blushing. He pushed himself into her about an inch and she moaned.
"Do you want all four of us at once?"
She hesitated. He slid back out and she cried out in protest. "Yes! Yes, I do!'
"Tell me what you want." He slid back into her, halfway.
"I want all four of you to fuck me at once! I want to be your little slut! I want to be used. Please, fuck me!"
He grinned, thinking of those guys hearing all this, and slammed into her fully and began fucking her with long, slow strokes, pounding in and out of her. His whole body was involved...but a small part of his mind was making plans.
Dimitri made sure to talk to her again once more later that night, when they were alone, and asked her again if she really was sure. He wasn't surprised when she admitted she was indeed. After all, it had been said now, and thus of course there had been at least some desire in her heart.
Dimitri was some years older than Kitsune. She was 18, and he 24, and they had known each other for a few years. She and Dimitri had always got along well. He'd had an eye on her for quite some time now, as she showed every intention of growing up to be absolutely gorgeous. And she had.
She was just a little over five feet tall and cute as a button, with dusky skin and long limbs. Although her name was Japanese, her parents were actually from the isles of French Polynesia and she had inherited the gorgeous all-over coppery skin. Her breasts were high and proud, and her hair black as night.
Dimitri himself had been considered to be quite the catch. Blond hair which fell over his eyes just so, blue eyes, and a certain laid-back style had always made him popular with the ladies. But now that Kitsune was finally 18 he could admit it to himself – he'd just been biding his time, waiting for her to grow up. He thought he might be in love with her, and thought she might be with him as well. For now, the past eight months had been a journey into sexual exploration for both of them, him teaching and her learning.
He ran his own business in Miami, a private investigative agency. With him worked his three best friends from high school: Matt Brooks, Tom Spears, and Alan Rickman. The business had really been taking off in the last year and it looked like he was in Miami to stay.
About a week later Dimitri called Kitsune on a Friday. "Hey, do you want to go camping this weekend? I've got a cabin out in the swamps and I think it'll be pretty cool."
"Sure, I'd love to!"
'"Ok, I'll pick you up around 8 o'clock. Pack a bunch of stuff." He started to hang up, then added as an afterthought. "By the way, the guys are going to be there, too. Do you mind?"
Her heart thrilled at what he might have in store for her. She thought all of his friends were absolutely gorgeous. They were all around the same age as him, too. But she couldn't help but wonder why they would be interested in her and figured they must just be there for camping. He couldn't really have meant what he had said earlier, could he?
"Hey, you still there?"
She came out of her reverie with a start. "Oh yeah, sorry. No, I don't mind if the guys are there – it'll be fun!"
Pick her up at 8 he did, pulling up in his recently-purchased Jaguar.
"Come on, babe. Let's get moving," he said, effortlessly tossing her sleeping bag into the car. He glanced approvingly at her bags; she knew how to pack light and only had a duffle bag and a backpack.
They drove to the campsite, chatting and laughing the whole way. Despite their age difference they had always gotten along well and the hour-long trip flew by.
Upon arriving, they found Tom & Mark were already there. They glanced appraisingly and appreciatively at Kitsune, who was wearing short shorts, a tank top, and sandals. A gold chain around her neck glinted in the last of the sunlight.
Kitsune thought she saw a meaningful glance pass between the two men and Dimitri, but she wasn't sure.
A half an hour later, late as always, Alan showed up. The differences between the three men were profound.
Alan and Mark were so diametrically opposite that sometimes she wondered why they were friends. Mark was always dressed stylishly. He wore suits and sports coats that hung elegantly on a long, dignified frame. His hair and eyes were dark, and he often wore a pair of very expensive sunglasses. His hair and clothes were always impeccably kept. He was the responsible one, and always prompt and reliable.
Alan on the other hand was late to work every day. He was a hard worker when something motivated him, but he could also be lazy like no one's business. While he was always clean, she didn't think he ever ran a comb through his hair and wore things like sports coats with t-shirts underneath. Still, while there was something devastating about Mark, Alan had his own boyish charm as well.
Somewhere in the middle lay Tom. Tom was a photographer by trade. His hair was curly and kept short, and he dressed neatly but was just a little soft around the middle, though he tried to keep up with it. He was Dimitri's best friend and generally his partner when they went out on cases.
And of course Dimitri was the one she knew best. Dimitri had a flat belly, muscles in his arms and legs, a wonderfully tight ass, and a cock that made her swoon. 8 inches of pure pleasure. She knew he had had girls swarming over him but in the past eight months he hadn't looked at anyone else the way he looked at her. She was totally in love with him and would have done anything for him...but there was still something about his friends. She'd only ever been with Dimitri and wondered what other guys were like. When he had said something one day about her staring at Mark something in her face had given away her feelings, and since then he had used the knowledge ruthlessly to set her body on fire when they made love.
They quickly set up the cabin, making the fire and setting the sleeping bags out. She blushed to realize it was just a one-room cabin and they would all be sleeping on the floor in front of the fire.
After dinner, they decided to sit in the blankets, all facing each other, and shoot the breeze. She sat in his lap, his arm firmly around her waist. In his hand he held a glass of wine and would occasionally let her sip from it.
Alan was the first to speak. "So, Kitsune, how's Dimitri treating you? You know, you still have time to reconsider and pick one of us." This had been a running joke with them ever since Dimitri had stopped going out with other girls.
She laughed and cuddled up to Dimitri. As she did so he let his hand slide under the blankets, and right into the front of her shorts. She sat upright. "Um, he treats me really well." His hand continued its journey, while he watched her with a slight smile on his face.
"Of course," chuckled Matt. "How you got a girl like her I'll never know, Dimitri."
Dimitri shrugged and offered her a sip of wine. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, and his hand slipped inside her panties and began to stroke her clit. Her feet were leaning between Alan & Mark's legs, and she felt the heat from them.
Suddenly she felt Alan grasp her foot and gently begin to massage it. The guys had certainly done things like that before but of course it felt different tonight. Here they were, miles from civilization, with just her and four young guys, and suddenly Mark was massaging her other foot.
"Hey, Kitsune?" It was Tom. "Yes?" she said, aware of Alan lifting her foot into his lap and continuing his massage.
"Can I ask you a question? It's kind of personal."
"You mean, another question?" she said teasingly, and stuck her tongue out. He laughed. "Yes, another question."
"Sure, have at it." Mark lifted her foot into his lap now. She was aware her legs were apart now, giving Dimitri more room as he continued stroking her. She was growing moist, and wondered if they would be able to smell her.
"I know you've been with Dimitri for a while now." Tom continued. "I was just wondering – have you ever kissed anyone else?"
She blushed, slightly, and looked down. "Um. No....no, no one else."
Tom looked surprised. "Really? But you're gorgeous."
She looked up. "Really? I mean, you really think so?"
"Yeah, absolutely."
"Thanks!"
"I mean it. So...do you ever think about it? I mean, kissing someone else?"
She was flustered, and looked around and then up at Dimitri. He had ceased stroking her and was just cupping her warm sex now, holding it affectionately. He nodded. "It's OK, I won't be mad or anything."
