Mitry and Weni (10 page)

Finally she pressed her lips against his, expecting him to take over and lead the way, but still Wen remained frozen. Krysta drew back to meet his gaze again and what she found in his eyes had her panting for breath, her nipples hardening and her pussy softening and moistening.

She wasn’t sure if she should try again but then the decision was taken out of her hands.

Wen cupped the back of her neck, pulled her forward, and slanted his mouth over hers. His lips pried hers open and then his tongue entered her mouth to slide along and around hers. At first Krysta was a little shocked at the carnality of the kiss because she’d never been kissed before. It wasn’t that she didn’t know how things went or that she’d never seen others kiss in such a way before, but she’d never done it.

The kiss seemed to go on forever and yet she knew it hadn’t been that long. Excitement and arousal permeated her body and the ache to be close to Wen and Mit that never seemed to leave, grew.

The muscles in her pussy clenched and cream dribbled out onto the borrowed shorts. Her nipples were so hard she wondered if they would poke a hole in the shirt she was wearing. The longer they kissed the more relaxed and confident she became and she felt as if her insides were melting. When Weni clutched at her hips, she startled for a moment but then she ended up moaning as he pulled her closer to his body.

She gasped when his hard denim-covered cock came in contact with her cotton-covered cunt and without conscious thought began to rock her hips.

“Fuck!” she heard Mit say before his hard chest pressed against her back. His hands caressed over her ass and then up her sides to the outside of her breasts. The moment his hands enveloped her soft feminine globes she moaned and then cried out as he pinched her hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Krysta pulled away from the kiss, panting air into her oxygen-depleted lungs and shook with need when she saw the wild hunger in Wen’s gaze.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Wen whispered as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.

Mit kneaded and molded her breasts occasionally plucking her aching nipples as Wen kissed her but it wasn’t enough. She was burning on the inside and couldn’t seem to get any relief no matter what she did.

When Wen broke the kiss she nearly growled with frustration but didn’t know how to tell them what she wanted.

All she did know was that if she didn’t get any relief from the indelible throbbing ache deep inside, she thought she might just go insane.

Mit wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back. The moment Krysta started kissing Wen, his body lit up like the Fourth of July. His cock had gone from half hard to full attention in less than a second and his heart nearly burst open with joy. Joy that their mate wanted them just as much as they wanted her.

He started leaking pre-cum as he cupped and squeezed her delectable little ass, but the moment he held her breasts in his hands he nearly came in his pants. He wasn’t sure he could continue touching her without losing control so he removed his hands from her body and scooted away from her to sit on his haunches on the floor.

Wen broke the kiss before lifting Krysta from his lap to the cushion next to him.

The moment Mit saw the red tinting her cheeks and her shoulders slump, he realized she felt rejected.

“Krysta, look at me.”

She met his eyes for a moment before looking away again.

Mit crawled over to her, tugging her from the sofa and onto his lap. He drew in a deep breath when her ass connected with his hard, aching cock. “Baby, we aren’t rejecting you. Wen and I are riding very close to the edge of reason right now and we don’t want to do anything to scare you or hurt you.”

“You’d never hurt me,” she whispered.

“You’re right, we wouldn’t. We’d cut out our own hearts before we did anything to cause you pain.”

“Mit’s right, honey. I can’t keep kissing you like that without it leading to more. I’m sorry if you took me the wrong way.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Wen smiled and winked at Krysta before he grimaced and readjusted his stiff dick.

Krysta cheeks turned red again but she didn’t look away from Wen’s groin. In fact her lips parted and she gasped with what sounded like awe as she stared at the bulge in his friend’s jeans.

“Do you like how you affect us, baby?” Mit’s mouth and body seemed to have a mind of its own. His hips pushed up against her ass, showing her how much he wanted her, too. He was delightfully surprised when she nodded and licked her lips again.

“Krysta, we want to make love to you and claim you properly,” Wen blurted out and then shut his eyes in regret.

“I don’t know if… I don’t know how to…”

“Are you a virgin, baby?” Mit asked.

Krysta nibbled on her lip and nodded.

Mit couldn’t hold in his groan of desire as his blood heated even more. He was only just barely aware of Wen’s gasp.

“I thought you’d already claimed me?” Krysta frowned, obviously confused.

“We have. We did, but the bond is almost nonexistent.” Wen bent and rested his elbows on his knees.

“How do we fix it?”

“We make love to you,” Mit explained, “but only if and when you’re ready.”

Mit’s heart was racing and pounding in his chest. All he wanted to do was carry Krysta into the bedroom, strip her naked, and bury his cock deep into her wet pussy. He didn’t even notice his hands were clenched into tight fists until his knuckles began to ache.

“I’m ready.”

* * * *

Krysta didn’t expect total silence after her revelation. The muscles in Mit’s thighs tensed and hardened beneath her ass and she couldn’t hear him breathing. She placed her hand on his muscular chest and when she turned to look at him the heat of his gaze sent heat spreading deep inside of her body.

“Are you sure, Krysta?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go.” Mit wrapped his arm around her waist, shoved one under her knees, and pushed to his feet before he ran toward his bedroom. She had no idea how he’d gotten to his feet but would think about it later. When he stood beside the bed he looked down into her eyes. “Be very sure, baby.”

“I am.” Krysta was shaking but it wasn’t from fear or nervousness. It was with excited anticipation.

Mit lowered her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her against his body. He bent over and slammed his mouth onto hers.

Krysta clutched at his shoulders as she stood on her tiptoes and met his hungry kiss. His lips moved over hers, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. Swirling around and sliding along hers, before rubbing over the inside of her cheeks, teeth, and back to duel with hers again.

Her breasts felt bigger than normal, the hard tips throbbing and her pussy clenching. Juices coated her folds and leaked out onto her inner thighs. Her legs trembled, feeling too weak to hold her up.

Mit released her lips, turned her by the waist, and then gave her a gentle push. She landed on the bed with a bounce and only then noticed that Wen had removed his clothes. She gasped when she saw his sexily, sculptured, muscular body and hoped she would get to touch. He was so sexy she started to salivate, but when she saw his cock, her mouth dropped open. His erect penis was long and thick, the shaft a darker hue than the rest of his body, but the head was a purplish color.

“See what you do to me, to us, honey. We want you so damn bad,” Wen rasped as he stalked toward her.

Krysta scooted back on the bed but stopped when Wen grabbed her ankle and shook his head. She had no idea what he wanted or what he was about to do, but she wanted to find out desperately.

He leaned over her and hungrily kissed her, pulling at both her ankles until her ass was back on the edge of the mattress, and then released her again. She felt him move and figured he must have knelt down when his hands shoved beneath the bottom of the T-shirt and caressed her belly.

“Your skin is so damn soft.” Wen pushed the shirt up and kissed her stomach before lifting it up and over her head.

“Look at those perfect breasts,” Mit rasped as he climbed onto the bed beside her.

Krysta bit her lip as she took in his gloriously naked body. His shoulders were wide, his chest muscular and his abs washboard hard. The definition of each of his muscles could be clearly seen as she perused his body. His thighs were thick with a slight sprinkling of dark hair, and his cock was bobbing up and down slightly. His dick wasn’t as long as Wen’s, but it looked as if it was thicker and there was a curve to his shaft. The head was broad with a drop of clear fluid glistening in the slit.

“I have to have a taste.” That was the only warning she got before he shifted closer, shoved her sports bra up over her breasts, exposing them to his gaze, dipped his head, and licked over one aching peak.

She had no idea what Wen was talking about when he said, “Me, too,” but didn’t really care.

Krysta’s eyes slid closed when Mit enveloped the hard peak in his mouth and whimpered when he began sucking on it. Shards of pleasure shot down from her breast right into her womb and pussy, causing her muscles to clench.

Wen tugged on the waistband of her shorts and nudged her thighs aside gently. Her first instinct was to clamp them closed tightly, but when she lifted her head to gaze down at him and saw him staring at her pussy and licking her lips, she ended up spreading them even more.

“Yes!” Wen exclaimed just before he lowered his head. He lifted his gaze to lock with hers as he took a long lick of her cunt. “So sweet.”

“Oh god,” Krysta moaned. She tried to stay still as both men sucked and licked at her skin, but it was an impossibility.

Wen laved his tongue over her clit rapidly and her muscles felt as if they had turned to liquid. Mit moved to the other breast, swirling his tongue around and around the nipple never quite touching it. She moaned and arched her chest up, begging him to take her into his mouth. And he did. He opened his mouth on a chuckle and then sucked her hard nipple in deep, suckling on the peak firmly.

Krysta sobbed with pleasure and then cried out as Wen pushed the tip of a thick finger into her cunt. Her muscles clenched reflexively before releasing again, cream weeping from her needy hole.

As he pressed that finger in deeper and deeper and then withdrew it, she began to rock her hips, hoping to get it back inside her and relieve the desirous ache. This time when he pushed back in he used two fingers, stretching her muscles and delicate tissues before withdrawing them and pressing in again.

Each time he drove them up inside her pussy he increased the speed, caressing the sensitive flesh inside, creating an exquisitely pleasurable friction that made her burn hotter, and the tension began to build.

Mit released her breast from her mouth with a pop, clasped her chin between finger and thumb, and then he kissed her. The kiss was hot, wild, and passionate ramping up her desire more than ever before.

Wen continued to pump his fingers in and out of her cunt, lapping at her clit until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore. Her muscles were so taut she thought they just might snap. Copious juices leaked from her in a steady stream and her body trembled.

Mit broke the kiss, cupped both her breasts in his hands, and then squeezed her nipples firmly between his fingers and thumbs. That was all it took to send her flying.

She screamed as she was assailed with ecstasy, causing her body to shiver and shake. Waves of heated nirvana washed over her again and again until she was left panting and seeing stars. The whole time she was coming Mit and Wen stroked, kissed, and licked, heightening the first climax she’d ever had. By the time she came down from that exquisite high, her legs felt as if they had no functioning muscles left and she couldn’t even summon up the energy to lift her head.

“Are you okay, baby?” Mit asked as he leaned over her.

“Mm-hmm.”

Wen chuckled. “I think we’ve just found a way to shut our mate up.”

Krysta smiled, too happy to take umbrage with him. Plus, she knew that he was joking.

Wen kissed her inner thigh. “Do you want more, honey?”

“Yes,” Krysta answered immediately. Although she just had her first most amazing orgasm, her insides were beginning to heat again.

“Let me help you,” Mit said before he lifted her further up the bed.

Wen climbed onto the mattress, his legs outside of hers and his arms near her shoulders. His elbows bent and he kissed her. She’d expected to be turned off by kissing him after he’d gone down on her, but the opposite was true. The taste of her juices on his lips wasn’t unpleasant and when his tongue entered her mouth she actually savored their combined flavor.

“Damn, you’re sexy, baby.” Mit’s hand cupped a breast before kneading it.

Wen released her lips, shifted so that his legs were inside of hers, and nudged her thighs apart. “Stay nice and relaxed for me, mate.”

Krysta looked down to see Wen holding the base of his hard cock in his hand as he aligned it with her pussy and then he began to push inside. Her wet tissues stretched and she gasped at the bliss she was experiencing. The further he delved inside the more she wanted.