HIS FANTASY

17- THE EXPERT MOVE

"Yes, yes," Johnny moaned, head-lowing against Benny's neck.

Anne felt Johnny's warm breath tickle her chest, and she ran a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails, before Johnny turned towards her. She guided him easily towards her other breast, and he latched on, hungry for her.

The two worked in discord, Benny nipping and tugging while Johnny sucked greedily.

Benny's hands worked both his cock and Johnny's, and Anne reached down to help, reaching for his fat dick to see for herself the heft and breadth of it. Like a thick sausage, it filled her hand completely, and Benny let go to give her full rein.

With expert moves, she stroked up and down the short length, feeling it grow beneath her attention. Gingerly, she tickled her nails over his tender balls, then under them, then up his length, over the mushroom tip, and down again, before she grasped him fully a second time.

He gasped, letting her breast fall from his mouth to plant a wet kiss on Johnny's cheek.

"Jeezz," Benny sighed, humping into Anne's hand, and said

"You don't know how long I've wanted this."

"Show me what you want." Anne urged him.

Anne caught Benny's next kiss on her lips. But when he leaned up for a second kiss, she pulled back and stood. Johnny's mouth also slipped free from her breast. With a gentle tug on Benny's dick, she said,

"Upstairs. Don't you think it'll be more comfortable in our bed?"

The men tripped over each other, trying to hurry after her as she led the way to the bedroom.

Up from the basement to the first floor, then up the stairs to the second, Johnny and Benny followed Anne like eager pups hungry for a treat.

The upstairs hallway was dark, but she navigated it easily. She heard them bumping and stumbling along in their eagerness and had to suppress a grin.

Every fiber of her being ached with nervous anticipation. All those times she'd said goodnight to Benny at the front door! If she had only known how much he'd wanted to be invited in, she would've been more than willing to open her legs, her heart, and her bed. He was the one she fell for first, and no matter how much she loved Johnny, she'd never be able to forget it.

Inside the bedroom, Anne bypassed the wall switch and headed for the lamp on the table beside her bed. A diffused golden glow illuminated the neatly-made bed. "Good boy,she thought with a smile, silently praising her lover.

Out in the hallway, she heard a thump, then Johnny muttered, "Damn you man."

"Outta my way, you clumsy oaf."

Benny sniggered.

"She's my girl," Johnny snapped.

Anne heard a scuffle as she sank back on top of the bed covers.

"And you're my boy," Benny retorted.

"We're all going to get a piece of each other tonight, so slow down before you break something." Anne reminds them.

Stifling a grin, she propped herself up against the pillows. Her bra was open, so her breasts were exposed. One knee was raised to make her legs look long and lean against the dark comforter.

The men fell through the floor in their haste to join her, Johnny first, but Benny with an arm around his chest, trying to hold him back.

Their clothes had been stripped away, starting from the basement, going to the hallway, and then upstairs. Everything was gone: T-shirts, jeans, underwear, socks.