I looked at Daniel at my side, his hand on my leg, then at Darren in front of me, ready to please me once he was given permission to do so. That's when I realized my consent had already been given, figuratively if not verbally.

"Yes," I replied quietly.

"I thought so," Daniel said. He lightly kissed me again, the hand that had been resting on my thigh traveling up to the source of my liquid heat, his index finger tracing the crevice, grazing my clit. I shivered. His middle finger joined his other finger in opening my lips.

"Like a pretty pink flower." He held open the glistening petals for Darren to see, nodding as a signal for Darren to begin. I closed my eyes involuntarily as I felt the first touch of a warm tongue atop my sex. I let out a slight gasp. Daniel resumed kissing me, letting it continue deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth and beyond. The fingers that had been spreading my lips slipped inside me, causing me to cry out in shock.

"Do you want to come?" he asked.

"Yes!" I nearly screamed. Darren was continuing to lick me gently, having only the use of his mouth as his hands were still bound behind him. Soft on soft as his lips brushed my pussy, his tongue darting. Daniel was pumping me, concentrating on a spot he found on my vaginal wall.

"Your G-spot. It's right there. I can feel it." G-spot or not, his digits were bumping against it, making my muscles tighten, as if clenching a cock. "Come, little girl."

I didn't want to obey him, but the combination of Daniel's fingers and Darren's tongue was much too much. Spasms of pure joy were taking over me, and the world faded away as I screamed into Daniel's mouth, pushing my mound into Darren's. Then it was over, and then it was starting again.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Daniel taunted, breaking our kiss. I whimpered, panting. "Don't worry, there's more, baby. You just look at Darren now." I turned my head. Darren's eyes, staring so steadily at me as he continued to drink me like a kitten lapping milk. A zipper was being undone, and then I felt Daniel's hand on the back of my head. I turned and drifted into the heady aroma of male musk.

"Please me as Darren is pleasing you." It was all I wanted to do. I let Daniel fill my mouth, my fingertips dancing over his balls. Daniel let out a content sigh.

His scent was burning into me as I orally felt the texture of his penis. Smooth with little bumps, the flesh warm. My tongue flickered over the silky hole, tasting a drop of liquid. I cupped his testicles, kneading them. Somewhere between Darren eating me and Daniel fucking my mouth, I was becoming lost, never more so as my muscles were clenching Daniel's fingers, Darren's tongue slipping through to lick my clit. I was soon having a second orgasm, this one taking me over like water bursting through a damn, pure feeling suffusing my veins from my toes to my throat.

"Lick her up, Darren. That's good. Very good."

I was thrashing inside the confines of the chair, but barely as Daniel was pinning me down. My legs were wrapped around Darren's beautiful face, and he in turn was helping Daniel--wittingly or not, I didn't know for sure--by locking my legs to the chair's bottom.

I swallowed Daniel deeper, expecting him to pleasure me as I him, so much so I wailed in disappointment as he pulled out.

He slapped me across the face with his cock. "Do you want Darren to fuck you?"

"Uh-huh," I whimpered.

He pushed my head into his crotch, so I was nose to dark blond pubic hair. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" I cried into his intricate maze. Darren's tongue was lightly touching my clit, too light; I jerked and spasmed into the chair as I once again went over.

"Darren, you heard her." Darren removed himself from his position and leaned up so his lips were an inch from mine. If that.

"Please," I trembled, a sudden rush of desire filling my loins; I wanted him, needed him so badly, as if he were food to my dying soul.

"Shhhhh," Darren only would say. I stifled a sob of frustration. His cock was brushing against my soaked sex, just enough to cause my nerve endings to brim with sensitivity.

"Lay your hands upon hers," Daniel ordered Darren. His lips were directly against mine, and his tongue slipped in, meeting my own. A kiss so gentle, it was torture in its own right. His eyes were so close to mine I could see how blue they were.

"Again. Do you want Darren to fuck you?" More menacing this time.

Darren had broken off the kiss, his hands lying against mine, fingers bent so his hands were holding mine but not vice versa. "Yes, please, please fuck me Darren." All pride had vanished, my will, my sexual desire completely in Daniel's careful hands. Let him mold me as he wanted, let him use me as a toy with Daren as long as I could be between the two of them...