Chris woke Kylie with tender kisses along her neck, making her groan softly and writhe in bed until she was fully awake. Her eyelids fluttered open and he smiled tenderly, running warm hands along the subtle slopes of her body. "Good morning, baby. I have breakfast at the table."
"I'm not hungry," she whispered softly, feeling all the pains from the previous day.
"Come on, now. You need your strength. Go ahead and get dressed." He pinched her tush and then helped her get to her feet.
Folded on the nightstand was a long sheer black gown with a lacy bodice, which would hold together by means of a single tie at the front. On top was a black satin thong to match. It was far from modest, but Kylie was grateful for what she could get.
When she made it to the dining room, she could see there was another man sitting at the table. It wasn't until she rounded to her seat next to his that she realized she recognized him.
"Say hello, Kylie. It's rude not to," Chris reminded her of her manners.
"Hi, Mr. Donovan," she spoke demurely. It was her teacher, about whom she had confessed in the presence of Father Murphy.
"It's nice to see you again, Kylie." He gestured for her to sit, and she did. It took him only a moment to place his hand on her knee, and then he slid it up along the inside of her thigh to coax her legs apart. "You look just as beautiful as ever."
Chris sat across from them, and watched the exchange. He could see the unbridled lust in Mr. Donovan's eyes, but there was something there in Kylie's too. "She told us about when you took her virginity."
"Did she now? I know she liked it. I've never seen a girl come like that."
"She was so wet when she was talking about it. I bet she's wet now."
Mr. Donovan finally reached the confluence between her legs and stroked along the smooth panties, separating her lips through the fabric. "Oh, yes. I can tell. Eat, Kylie. Chris made breakfast for you."
Kylie didn't want to eat, and furthermore, didn't want them to watch her eat, but picked up her fork and stabbed it into the scrambled eggs. While she swallowed, Mr. Donovan's hand explored her further, slipping into the hemline of her panties in a tease. He traced her lips, but didn't penetrate her and purposefully avoided her clit. Despite herself, her hips began working in small motions to intensify the feeling.
"You want to be fucked more, don't you?" Chris asked her.
Kylie dropped her gaze to the table in shame, and Mr. Donovan shifted in his seat to lean in closer to her and withdrew his hand from her panties. "If you want me to keep going or if you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to beg me." As Kylie swallowed the next bite, he suckled at her throat.
Her breath came in hot and heavy as his fingertips traced the hemline of her panties, and she considered just leaving it at that but couldn't. "Please," she whispered. "Please, I want more."
"What do you want, Kylie?"
"I want you to fuck me again, like you did before." She barely hesitated in saying so, and was certain that refraining from speaking of those desires would only draw out her torment.
Mr. Donovan reached out to squeeze one of Kylie's tits through the thin fabric of her negligee and then chuckled against her ear when he heard her groan. "If you're done eating, go ahead and get on the table. I want your pussy displayed for me."
Kylie considered that maybe she should eat more, but she wasn't hungry and didn't want to be overfull if she was going to be fucked again. She slid her plate to the side and Chris cleared it from the table. Then she took a seat on top and lay back at Mr. Donovan's instruction. Her legs were spread, her feet splayed apart and planted on the glass surface.
Grasping the waistband of her panties, Mr. Donovan tugged, jerking the thin material between her nether lips. "God, your pussy is so hot," he commented, pinching one side of her labia and stretching it out for his view. The wet, supple flesh snapped back into place when he let it go.
Kylie's eyes met his, and he gazed at her intently. It was such an intimate gesture that her heart fluttered and her mouth went dry. Working around the material, his fingers slid inside of her, and he watched the corners of her eyes strain to contain her arousal. Finally, he slid the panties from her legs.
Chris moved in closer, stroking his hand along the curve of her breast with one hand while he directed her gaze to his face. "Look at me, baby. Stay with me while Mr. Donovan gets a better look."
The prolonged gaze was difficult for her to take, and Chris could see tears brimming on the sides of her eyelids. Down below, Mr. Donovan was spreading her lips and blowing gently on the folds as he separated them.
"Is her pussy just as hot as it always was?" Chris asked the other man without breaking eye contact with Kylie. Within the depths of her eyes, he could see humiliation.
"It looks a little swollen, like she's been fucked too much. But other than that, it's just perfect." Mr. Donovan slid two fingers inside of her, pushing up against her vaginal wall so he could see his fingers probing against her abdomen.
The strain in her eyes intensified, and Chris whispered softly, "Don't come, baby."
Mr. Donovan ran his hand up along her midline, using the thumb of his opposite hand to tease her clitoris. "I know she wants to. When's the last time you let this slut come? She's fucking ravenous."
"It was just last night. She got more dick than most girls see in a year."
"She's always had these urges. When we fucked, she couldn't get enough. I've never seen a girl so hot for dick before." Mr. Donovan chuckled, watching her face flush as he played with her lower lips and then penetrated her with three fingers. She squeezed her thighs together, wanting to keep him inside of her.
Mr. Donovan moved from his seat, looming over Kylie with one hand in her pussy. The other untied the clasp from her robe and cupped a breast as he lowered his head to the other. He kissed tenderly around her engorged nipple, then flicked it with his tongue.
Chris got up from his seat and rounded to the other side of her, using his hand on her knee to guide her legs further apart. "Spread those fucking legs for me."
"I bet you want my cock in you again," Mr. Donovan chuckled in between sucklings of her swollen teat. "I bet you want me to make you come. Why don't you go ahead and squeeze my fingers?"
Kylie licked her lips and whimpered softly, "I can't..."
His demeanor changed and his voice went low. "Don't you ever tell me you can't do something I ask you to do. Now do it, like you're milking my cock."
He curved his fingers into her g-spot and then felt her muscles constrict around him. Rhythmically, she massaged his fingers, and Chris touched her abdomen where he could see the muscles rippling. He leaned in, kissing her roughly and probing into her mouth with his tongue.
Mr. Donovan started thrusting inside of her, continuing to assault her tits with his mouth, finally latching onto one nipple with his teeth until she cried out in Chris's mouth. He could tell that she liked it when her hips jerked against his hand. Once the cries died down, he suckled more harder her teat, milking it with his hand while stroking her g-spot more fervently. He could tell she was nearing orgasm, and that was when he withdrew his hand, causing her to cry out again, but this time in protest.
Chris wound his fingers in her hair, drawing her deeper into the kiss while tracking a droplet of sweat down along her side. After that, he stopped, allowing her to catch her breath for a few moments.
While she was distracted, Mr. Donovan took her wrists and locked them together. After that, he secured several zip ties on her arms until her elbows too were locked in front of her. She struggled meekly, realizing how much range of motion was stripped from her, and she whimpered softly. After that, she could feel Mr. Donovan seating the labia spreader between her lips, exposing her tight hole and glistening clit.
"I'm ready, are you?" Mr. Donovan asked, feeling his member raging in his pants. He didn't necessarily want to interrupt the interlude, but he definitely needed to stick his dick in something.
Chris drove his tongue down Kylie's throat and then withdrew from the kiss, curling his fingers around the roots of her hair and roughly pulling her head back. "Get on your knees, bitch. Mr. Donovan is going to fuck you."
Kylie was a little ungainly because of how her arms were bound and the slippery nature of the glass table beneath her. As such, she didn't move as quickly as the men expected of her. Mr. Donovan unclothed and mounted the table in the time it took for her to turn around, at which point he shoved her roughly so that her arms were outstretched in front of her and her breasts pressed firmly into the tabletop.
While he got into position, she saw Chris sliding under the table, where he began to recline so he could look up at Kylie. He was also naked at that time, his hand stroking his erect cock while drinking in her form with his eyes. She was so distracted by it that she didn't notice Mr. Donovan getting into position behind her until she felt lube drizzling down her asscrack.
"Chris says you have an amazing asshole. Is that true?"
"Please!" Kylie begged, not wanting her rendezvous with her first lover to be like this. "Please, fuck my pussy!"
"Don't worry, you'll get that too. But first I want to try this asshole of yours. It looks so tight. I can't wait to get in there."
Kylie tried to straighten up, to resist, but he pushed her face down into the glass and thrust into her backside in one swift movement. She tightened up as he did so, and gasped from the pain.
He held firm, groaning against her ear from the pleasure of being inside of her. He knew she needed time to acclimate to his cock, especially with the way she whimpered and cried out from the pain.
