The Things That Make Me Give In by Charlotte Stein Read Free Book Online Page A

his friend remove her blouse, either.
    She can imagine how touching her breasts would so quickly make him want more. They’re nice tits, after all. She knows what they look like, in the red satin bra she picked out that morning. Full and rising up to be kissed, to be petted, to be admired. As creamy as the topping of a too-rich dessert.
    Brett falls on them as if they are a dessert. He slobbers and sucks and licks all over the plump half-moons, grunting like a starved pig. It’s Steve who gets him to cool off and shoves him back, and she hears his half-whined apology as other hands reach for the front clasp of her bra.
    ‘I wanna see them,’ Steve says, and then her tits are exposed to the cool air.
    Of course her nipples immediately harden. They harden even further when Steve licks his fingers and plays with them, rubbing his groin against her still bared bottom. After a while of this toying and teasing – which she squirms against and tries to pull away from, naturally – he leaves them be and starts tugging roughly at her blouse.
    Down her arms and off. Soon she will be naked, she’s sure.
    ‘Come on and suck her tits while I get her skirt off,’ he tells his friend. She has no idea where this sudden authority has come from. Steve is not usually the leader of their little team. Neither of them is.
    But Brett obeys. He bows his head and takes first one nipple in his mouth and then the other. Back and forth, back and forth until she’s dizzy. And the sounds he makes, too – moans of lust that vibrate through her body, great hands groping at everything he can’t get into his mouth.
    Her skirt hits her ankles and then he shoves her legs up to get her shoes off. All that’s left is the scrap of fabric that coversher pussy. She feels his thick fingers tugging at the tiny waistband, twining the string around and around. Finally, despite her twisting, he manages to get her panties to her knees.
    The cold air is even more of a shock against the smooth, bare skin of her pussy. Her plump lips part on their own, waiting for intrusion. Her clit stands stiff and aching, despite the rough treatment and the fact that she can’t see.
    She hears the jingle-jangle of zippers and belts being undone hastily, the
shush
of material against skin. And then the stiff weight of a bare cock against her ass, her thigh, big hands all over her once more.
    It doesn’t take long before one of them slides two fingers down through her slit, and informs her of what she already knows: ‘Uh . . . she’s really wet.’
    And then other fingers join the first, to confirm. Almost like being in a doctor’s office.
    ‘Oh yeah, so wet.’
    ‘Spread her legs.’
    Rough hands obey. She feels almost lifted, as though she really is a doll.
    ‘Yeah, that’s it. Can you see my fingers going into her pussy?’
    Brett groans out a
yeah
. She almost groans out a
yeah
, too, because she sees it just as clearly as he does, in her head. Two thick fingers spreading her open, stirring every little nerve at her opening. Making her look lewd and filthy, a porn star just waiting to be filled and fucked. She is their own private show, unable to struggle against their disgusting advances.
    ‘Can I try?’ Brett says, and Steve’s hand disappears. Different fingers replace his, thrusting and sliding through her slipperiness.
    As he plays, Steve cups her tits from behind. Pinches her nipples, gently.
    ‘Should I rub her clit? It looks like she wants it.’
    ‘Not yet. Not yet. I’m gonna take off her blindfold first.’
    And then he does, and the thin glow of the room stuns her. She squints in that faint light, bringing Brett into focus but only barely, the removal meaning nothing when thick fingers are in her pussy and other hands stroke her breasts. Something heavy and urgent is sliding back and forth in the groove between her butt cheeks.
    It won’t be long, she thinks – and she’s right, because Brett is already turning her around. He groans that he