Hello! For those that have asked, I’m still working on Part 2 of the Blair story. I’m on rewrite #3 😅. This is something I put together to try and work through some of the writer’s block I was feeling with that story. Let me know if you have suggestions for future stories!
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Alana always got what she wanted, and for a brief period in our lives she wanted me. I wasn’t quite sure why; it wasn’t as if I were exceptionally good looking or adept at anything. I was pretty normal, all things considered. Frankly, she was out of my league.
I knew I wasn’t in control either. She wore the pants in the relationship from day one. My mind and body were bound to her desires, yoked to her whim, whatever it was on any given day. Even in those brief moments when I felt like defying her, I could not muster the courage to go through with it, overwhelmed by my own lust and desire to please. Alana was my master..
We met only a few months into university, both freshmen, away from home for the first time. She had introduced me to Mark and Elli, both a year older, bringing me into their circle of friends. They were all members of the ski club, an organization I had been encouraged to join, which up till now had done very little. No snow meant no plans. Yet fall faded, and the winter months were upon us. The first trip was underway.
The four of us had gone in on a cabin together, a tiny one-room A-frame that boasted little more than a loft, shower and wood furnace. Fortunately there were two beds, one in the loft and the other a pull-out couch. On arrival we dropped our luggage, changed and rushed for the ski lodge, eager to hit the slopes.
Somehow I survived that day, chasing after Alana the entire time, following her down runs I knew I had no business attempting. I had never skied before, and I’m sure it showed. Fortunately my balance saved me from falling more than a handful of times, gripping my poles like my life depended on it.
I was average height, lean and muscular, a runner in high school. It was a hobby I had kept up so far in college, something to keep fit and blow off steam. Though, Alana made sure I had little steam left over to blow off. At the very least it seemed to keep her interested in me.
Alana was a wild spirit, red hair flashing around her, trailing in the wind as she flew down the mountain with reckless abandon, emerald eyes and a half-crazed smile awaiting me at the bottom of every slope, breasts heaving in excitement. I had never felt more attracted to her, admiring the pale flush that had spread across her thin nose and pale cheeks, small flakes of snow caught in between her forehead and beanie.
Mark flew ahead with Alana, though not as gracefully. He was almost a foot taller than I was, broad shouldered and handsome, dark curls sticking out from under his helmet. I had half-expected him to be a member of the school’s football team when I had met him. Elli, by comparison was tiny, shorter than both Alana and myself, with a button nose and sky blue eyes that glowed warmly when she smiled. She would have been the perfect kindergarten teacher, patient and kind, with a set of large breasts, seemingly gigantic compared to her minute frame, that added to her motherliness.
She pulled up the rear, a cute caboose, knit cap pulled down around her ears, encouraging my fumbling attempts at descending the various runs we decided on. She was my guardian.
As night fell, our party sat for an hour afterwards in the ski lodge, drinking hot cocoa and laughing about the past semester, looking forward to what would be in store for us in the next one. Some of the other members of the club ended up there as well, and we formed a throng of friendly faces. It was a good day.
At last, we returned to the cabin, unpacking our things and preparing for the rest of the weekend. I was sore, tired and happy, eager to hop into the shower. Mark and Elli beat us to it, the odd sized pair giggling to themselves as they locked the door behind them.
“What a day, what a day,” Alana sighed, throwing herself on the couch beside me, throwing her feet across my lap. “You weren’t half bad for a first timer.”
“I can’t believe I survived,” I laughed, resting my hands upon her calves, gently massaging them.
“Oooh yes,” she cooed, stretching her legs out farther, leaning back into the sofa. “I’m sure I’ll need more of this tomorrow.”
“Of course,” I answered. I was happy to oblige, tracing the features of her face with my gaze, mapping constellations in the peachy freckles that broke up her otherwise milk white skin. “I’m looking forward to some relaxation myself.”
She cracked one eye open. ‘Are you now?” A devilish grin spreading across her face.
With a sudden jump she unbuttoned her snow pants and parka, slipping them onto the floor, revealing her bare ass and a white athletic shirt, polyester plastered to her body by dried sweat and snowmelt. She sauntered over to her suitcase, producing from it a small speaker and a large bottle. Bending over so that I might get a clear view of her, she placed the speaker on the kitchen table, plugging in her phone and starting up a relaxing playlist. She began to sway to the music, my eyes mesmerized by her hips, as if I were being hypnotized, slowly unscrewing the bottle and placing it to her lips, taking a deep swig.
She paused, frozen in space, enjoying the sensation of the burning liquid as it entered her stomach, cheeks flushed. At last, she turned back to me, a wicked look in her eye. She was wild. Crazed. Uncontrollable. I was infatuated.
She crawled back onto the couch, resting her head on my lap, staring up at me, arm outstretched offering me the bottle. I took it, inspecting the label. Some sort of cheap vodka. Alana’s eyes stared up at me expectantly, egging me on. I took a deep swig. I would need every drop I could get.
A quarter of an hour later, Mark and Emily finally emerged from their shower, wrapped in their towels, smiling sheepishly as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have.
“Had fun?” Alana questioned, bouncing to her knees on the couch, peeling off her shirt, the only thing that had prevented her from being entirely naked. I admired the perky tits that had been hidden underneath, faint pink areola only a shade darker than the rest of her skin.
“More or less,” Mark answered, looking her up and down casually. It wasn’t the first time he had seen her naked. “It’s all yours.”
“Come on. There should be some hot water left,” Alana urged, tugging at my arm, dragging me towards the still steamy room. I heard Elli whisper something to Mark, the two of them snickering, as I shut the door behind us.
Alana jumped in immediately, still carrying the bottle of vodka, grabbing a bar of soap and setting to work scrubbing herself. She looked like a Celtic goddess, water flowing through her fiery hair in dark rivulets. She paused from her cleaning to tilt her head back, taking a long draught from the bottle. I disrobed as quickly as I could, following after her.
We were face to face, and I could tell she was feeling herself, the animal in her bubbling to the surface, eyeing me in the way a predator stalks their prey. I was too drunk to care, looking down into the impish face, wanting nothing more than to kiss it. I took her in my arms, scooping her up by the butt as she wrapped her legs around me, her soapy stomach sliding against my own. Each quiver of her breath sent shockwaves down my spine as we pressed our tongues together, her fingers dragging through my hair.
“Take me,” she whispered in my ear, after our faces had parted. “I want you to fuck me like a dog.”
I needed no further encouragement. She loosened her legs, sliding off me, turning until her ass was pressed against my cock. Her thin shoulders heaved, as she gyrated her hips in small circles, teasing the tip of my cock, pressing slightly, begging me to begin.
My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards me, enjoying the sensation of entering her, a long, drawn-out moan escaping from her half opened mouth. It started as a slow rhythm, her plump ass bouncing against my thighs, fingers gripping the bottle of vodka firmly, pressing it between her breasts. It was already half empty.
“Harder,” she commanded, between gasps, one hand now placed squarely against the tile of the shower. “Fuck me, Weston. Fill me up. I want to hear you say it.”
I reached out and grabbed a fistful of her red hair, using it as a leash, pulling her towards me, her back arching to comply. She may have been stronger willed, but physically I still held the upper hand.
“You like that, bitch?” I asked, as roughly as I could.
“Mhmm,” she moaned, head straining against my hand, but to no effect.
I knew what she wanted. She wanted to pretend, to imagine I was domineering, controlling, her master. She got off on it. If anything it was the opposite.
Our pace was at its climax, furiously fucking one another under the stream of hot water, entirely lost in the drunken, hazy mess of a relationship we had found ourselves in.
At last, I couldn’t take it any more, sheathing myself in her as deeply as I could, my free hand wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer still, maintaining my grip on her hair. I felt her shudder, her legs pressed together, shaking from her own orgasm, as I came inside of her. For a long while, all that could be heard was the falling water and steadying gasps.
Alana took another swig.
“I hope there’s more where that came from. I feel like I need a whole new shower.”
I laughed, still panting, catching my breath, reaching for the vodka. The world was swirling around me, everything except her.
“I’m at your command.”
A wry smile crossed her lips as she turned towards me, eyes piercing, cold and plotting, sizing me up.
“Oh are you now?”
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Mark and Elli were seated on the couch, towels tossed across a couple of chairs around the kitchen table, entirely naked. They had dug up another bottle of liquor and were taking turns drinking from it, laughing as they talked. Mark’s long legs stretched out from the sofa, while Elli sat cross legged, facing him, in one hand the bottle and the other his cock, fully erect, stroking it casually. Her fingers barely wrapped around it, partly due to how small she was but also due to Mark’s size. It was massive.
We had, at Alana’s insistence, hung out naked before. Her magnetic personality extended beyond just myself, infecting everyone around her. First it was skinny dipping, harmless enough on its own, but she kept pushing the boundary. Group streaking, nude movie night, sunbathing. By now having sex in front of one another was not unusual.
“Save some for me,” Alana cried out, bounding across the floor of the cabin, almost tripping over herself, still gaining her sea legs as the vodka worked its magic. She steadied herself before kneeling on the ground between the two, her mouth inches away from Mark’s fully erect cock.
“Can I, Wes?” She asked, turning back towards me, puppy dog eyes in full effect, as if begging for a treat.
She was pushing the envelope again, bending the will of our party towards her own ends. I gulped, knowing I would be unable to say no.
“I don’t know, Alana…” Mark mumbled drunkenly. Despite his size, he was the lightweight of the group. Elli said nothing, looking timidly down at the nymph that threatened to steal her boyfriend’s cock.
“Oh hush, Mark,” Alana chided, pretend slapping his thigh, letting her hand rest there longer than it should have. “Wes let’s me do what I want. Right, Wes?”
All I could do was nod weakly, powerless to stop her. She needed no further encouragement.
The room was swimming now, shadows from the fire casting strange shapes along the walls, our four naked bodies growing to the size of titans. The music was still playing, low and repetitive, entrancing, infecting my brain with every beat. I knew deep down my judgement was gone, but somehow that didn’t matter.
Alana wrapped her lips carefully around the tip of Mark’s cock, an act that caused him to let out a low sigh. I stood in disbelief, watching a half inch then another enter my girlfriend’s mouth. I felt like an idiot, a weakling, yet somehow knew this was why she had chosen me. I was there to support her in her endeavors.
Alana stopped when her lips met with Elli’s hand, pausing for a minute before pulling herself away.
“You’re a lucky girl Elli,” she whispered, planting kisses along the shaft of the cock, moving lower once again. This time however, she did not stop at the top of Elli’s hand, pressing her tongue along the back of it, drawing it across the other girl’s knuckles. “And you’re a cutie yourself. I’ve seen how Mark looks at you when you fuck.”
Elli could only blush, appreciating the compliments despite the awkward situation, biting her lip hesitantly as the warm tongue of the other girl ran along her hand, pausing to suckle on the tip of her thumb.
“Be a good girl and hold my hair for me, will you?”
Elli complied, her last bit of resistance broken as well, releasing her boyfriend’s cock and instead grasping the hair of her friend, holding it in a loose ponytail. No one was going to stop her here, and Alana knew it.
My girlfriend bobbed on the cock slowly, low moans escaping from her mouth as she did so. I could tell she was enjoying herself, one hand between her legs, moving in time with her head.
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I sauntered over to the couch casually, as if everything were normal, plopping down next to Elli. Her other hand was running through Mark’s hair, petting him sweetly as he received a blowjob from another girl. Elli lived to please.
I should have been livid, incensed, outraged. Instead, I was aroused, my cock rock hard as I watched Alana suck on the giant member. There was nothing I could do to stop her.
“You wouldn’t mind if I went for a spin, would you?” Alana asked at last, pressing Mark’s cock against her cheek, as if it were a kitten she wanted to bring home.
“Be my guest,” Elli answered, her sweet little eyes shimmering kindly. If Alana wanted it, then it must have been alright.
Alana stood and turned, her ass pointed towards Mark’s lap, lowering herself slowly until the tip of the cock met the entrance to her pussy. She rocked back and forth, easing it in.
“I want you to fuck me silly.”
Mark only grunted.
A moment before I thought she was about to accept him entirely, Alana paused, seating herself in his lap so that his cock rested against her stomach.
“I don’t think I’m quite ready yet. Elli, you’ll eat me out for a bit.”
This time was not a request. It was a command. She knew she had Elli in the palm of her hand, and she intended to use her.
Elli complied hesitantly, sliding off the couch slowly until she was on the floor, crawling over between the two pairs of legs, large breasts dangling below her, swaying slightly as she moved. When she was near enough, Alana gripped her by her golden hair, pulling the diminutive face an inch from her pussy, holding Mark’s cock in her other hand, pressing it against Elli’s face, rubbing it across her cheeks and nose.
“It’s so nice having a little pet around,” Alana cooed, nodding as Elli looked up at her sheepishly. “Now come on Elli, it doesn’t bite.”
And with that, the tiny girl was pulled forward, eyes closed, her nose and lips meeting Alana’s pussy. She seemed frozen for a moment, adjusting to the sensations that bombarded her senses, but she soon began to thaw, her tongue making small circles inside the other girl, button nose rubbing against Alana’s perfectly smooth skin. Alana seemed in ecstasy, whether from the worship or the sensation of dominance I wasn’t sure, moaning loudly as she drove her hips into Elli’s face, one hand still wrapped around Mark’s cock, holding it out of the way.
I was entranced, staring with disbelief as the ever supportive Elli worshiped my girlfriend, driving her wild with every kiss and coo, eyes wide open as she stared up at the beautiful creature that had asked for her help. It was an honor to her.
“Alright, alright!” Alana cried after a few more minutes, shifting away from Elli, whose chin was now sopping wet. “I’m ready.”
Elli watched longingly as Alana lowered herself onto the cock once more, inserting it slowly until it was fully inside, letting out a small groan of pleasure.
“I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me Elli. You should have offered to share, there’s more than enough to go around.”
Elli only bit her lip, staring up at the goddess impaled before her, seated on her throne.
Alana’s pace was furious, not wasting another moment warming up. That had been Elli’s job.
“Fuck you feel good,” Mark offered, placing his broad hands around her waist, pulling her up and down harshly, handling her like a toy. It only seemed to drive Alana crazier, who grasped a nipple, pulling on it as she kneaded the soft flesh of her breast.
I watched Mark’s cock throb with every thrust, knowing full well the kind of pleasure that could be gained from fucking Alana. It was the only reason I couldn’t stand up to her. She had me around her thumb, and now she was around Mark.
“Tell Mark he’s doing a good job, Elli,” Alana gasped between thrusts. “Tell him he deserves this. Let him know you like it.”
“You’re doing so well, Mark,” Elli purred, a warm smile across her face, no will left in her to fight back, layering on the schoolteacher charm. “You deserve this. You’re so big and strong I’m sure the two of us aren’t even enough for you.”
“You hear that, Mark,” Alana groaned. “You can have both of us, whenever you want. Maybe more. And you don’t mind me using Elli, right? She has such a deft little tongue.”
“No- problem- at all,” Mark gasped, half listening. He was close. I could tell.
Alana moaned, the muscles on her abdomen convulsing as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. At the same time, Mark exploded, a guttural heave escaping from his lips, neck arched, throwing his dark curls back, gripping Alana’s hips as he held her in place, squirming though she was.
“Good job,” Elli cooed, reaching out to stroke his balls. “Fill her up. Cum for us.”
I could only look on sheepishly, feeling totally uninvolved. My own rock hard member was begging for the same treatment, yet both Elli or Alana were preoccupied.
After a minute, Alana reached down, pulling the cock out from inside her, gasping as she did so, stroking the sopping member delicately.
“Such a mess your boyfriend has left, Elli,” she chided, a playful frown crossing her face. “I’d love it if you could clean us both up.”
Elli submitted without a hint of dissension, now entirely bound to this girl who had become her master, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the cock in Alana’s hand.
“It would be my pleasure.”
She began with Alana’s pussy, lapping at it, sucking up what little cum she could. Alana stroked the blonde head servicing her, humming quietly to herself, shoulders drooping as she began to relax. Mark fondled one of Alana’s breasts, squeezing it firmly, still recovering himself. Feeling finished with Alana, Elli moved on to Mark’s cock, running her tongue over every inch of it, planting more kisses as she went. She looked obsessed, eyes fixed on the large piece of meat lovingly, entirely absorbed in her task. It seemed like she enjoyed making out with Mark’s cock than his face. She did not stop until her saliva was the only liquid left on it.
The two girls collapsed onto the couch, spent, each resting their head on my shoulder. Mark still hadn’t reopened his eyes, breathing deeply, cock now lying flaccid on his thigh.
“That looked fun,” I broached at last, breaking the silence.
“Oh it was,” Alana smiled coyly, pulling away just enough to face me. There was a fire once again in her eye, a look I had grown familiar with. My heart sunk at recognizing it. Something else was at play, and I knew I would be getting the short straw again.
“Elli, I just had a grand idea,” she started, glancing from me to the tiny girl whose face rested on my shoulder. “We’ve been rather selfish, haven’t we?”
“I suppose we have,” Elli agreed slowly, mulling over the suggestion, nodding her head, soft check rubbing against my shoulder, one breast pressed lightly against my side.
“I think Wes should get a turn sucking Mark’s cock.”
I blinked rapidly in disbelief, staring down into the devilish face grinning up at me, begging me to disagree with her, to mount any sort of protest.
“I’m not sure about that,” I countered, mustering all of the strength that I could. My blood was running hot, mixing with the alcohol. The music was still droning on, breaking up my subconscious, my only possible defense. I couldn’t think straight.
I knew I needed some release, some sexual outlet after watching their threesome, but I had never sucked a guy off before. I glanced over at Mark’s cock, lying limp. He was looking back at us, eyes now opened, brow furled.
“I don’t know about this, guys,” he murmured, still in a half-stupor from his previous orgasm. “Besides, I just got off. I don’t think I’m ready to go again just yet.”
Good. An excuse. Something to save us both from this vixen’s machinations.
“Oh I don’t know; it sounds swell to me,” Elli interjected, one hand now wrapping around my cock, giving it a light tug. “That just means more time for Wes to enjoy himself.”
My eyes widened, as did Alana’s. Neither of us had expected the timid girl to be so supportive.
“It would be so hot,” Alana offered, pouncing on the opportunity. “I would really love to watch you take Mark’s cock, Wes. You’d be the best boyfriend ever.”
I guess I would be. Maybe she was right.
“Plus,” she added. “Elli went down on me, so its really only fair you return the favor.”
That made sense too, the logical side of my psyche overwhelmed. It felt like I was missing something though. I knew I should be against this, but with every passing second I couldn’t quite remember why. Alana kissed my cheek, hot breath sublimating from her lust filled mind, a wave of arousal that annihilated whatever reservations I still had.
Now it was my turn on the floor, clumsily placing myself in front of the giant, his broad legs like tree trunks towering over either side of me.
“I’m not sure about this still,” Mark began once again.
“Wes wants to do it, see? You wouldn’t want to be the only one here against it would you?”
Mark’s eyes narrowed, working through her logic. He knew there was something afoul as well, even though he was far drunker than any of us. Alana grew impatient, sensing she needed to act to get what she wanted.
“Here, I’ll distract you. You’ll never know the difference.”
She took his face in her hands, bringing it towards her own, locking their lips together. Mark leaned back into the couch, his misgivings apparently sated, lost in another world.
Elli had dropped down onto the floor as well, now behind me, planting a kiss on my neck.
“I’ll be here for you,” she whispered. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
I stared at the cock, now inches from my face, still damp.
“Just play with it a little,” Elli continued, wrapping her arms around my chest, pressing her ample breasts into my back. “I want to watch you too.”
My emotions were being assaulted by an angel and a devil, two beautiful girls, one I couldn’t help but obey, and another I couldn’t hope to deny. Both wanted me to join them in their game.
Fantastically written and super hot! I hope to read more by you