Your Angel or Your Devil update

The memory helped lull Natalie into that peaceful state Quentin wanted of her, while his hands did the rest, starting at the nape of her neck and working strong fingers into the sore, tense trapezius muscle standing out rigidly from her upper back.

Natalie let out a long sigh of relief, all but purring as Quentin’s hands forced further satisfaction out of her. Then cool dribbles of patchouli oil splashed onto her back, its heady scent making Natalie’s nostrils flare. Quentin’s hands moved in semicircles. He erased the feeling of the oil by making it inseparable from her warm skin. With the loss of that sensation, all thoughts of the present disappeared.

“That’s it, Natalie… relax… let go… that’s good, Natalie, I can feel the tension leaving your body… very good… very good…”

Natalie felt so calm and peaceful that it was a kind of ecstasy, especially with Quentin praising her. She not only felt like she was relaxing, but that doing so was a worthwhile goal, not something to be ashamed about because there was something else she should be doing or someone she was letting down. No, Quentin’s touch made it clear that this was all about her. The only one she had to please was herself. And even that Quentin was taking care of for her.

“So, how is it, Natalie? Feel good?” Quentin looked down at her naked back, silently marveling at the perfection of her creamy skin, the slender musculature underneath, and everything else wonderful about her supple body. Yes, it was a joy to be her masseuse, all right.

Natalie let out a long sigh. “Please keep going… please…”

“No, I think you’re kinda flailing a bit,” Alex said, coming over to supervise. She left Dylan sleeping, awash in the satiation of her own relaxation. As she approached Natalie, Alex ran a hand from the top of her ass to the small of her back. “Yeah, she’s holding onto a lot of tension.” Alex spread her fingers, feeling out the taut skin that Quentin had left gleaming with the massage oil. “She’s really tight in this area: the butt, the hips, the groin. You’ve left her really tense there.”

Natalie bit her lip, hoping Alex wasn’t saying what she thought she was saying. Had she really gotten a girl-on from Alex’s boyfriend touching her? Because that wasn’t her fault, it was her stupid body responding to having a hot guy caressing her. She didn’t mean for it to happen. She would never cheat on Alex… or get someone to cheat on Alex… or take someone away from Alex, she wasn’t greedy like that, she would only ever share… God, it was hard to think when she was so relaxed…

“I don’t think I’m that tight,” Natalie said hopefully.

Alex’s hand skirted its way along the curve of Natalie’s hip. “No, no, you’re really tight. Quentin, get undressed.”

Natalie’s eyes bulged. “Why does he need to get undressed?”

“I’m going to show him how to give a proper massage,” Alex answered. “You don’t mind, do you Nat? If you let us leave you hanging for a few minutes, we can get Quentin to finish you off, but if you can’t wait, I can finish you right now.”

“I don’t mind waiting,” Natalie said, eager to please, especially when she was trying to get out from under accusations of stealing her best friend’s man.

“I thought you might want to wait for Quentin’s hands,” Alex teased, giving Natalie’s ass a curt pat. “That’s okay, Nat, I won’t hold it against you. Quentin does have great hands. Quentin, do you still have your pants on? C’mon, baby—you know full-body massage means full-body…”

Natalie’s eyes popped open, looking to Dylan, trying to figure out what was going on. But she got no help there. Dylan was out cold. And she probably couldn’t sympathize with Natalie having the hots for Alex’s boyfriend—he wasn’t a bad boy. Then again, possibly cheating on Alex with Natalie was pretty bad…

Suddenly, Quentin slammed down like a side of beef on the massage table between Natalie and Dylan. He’d been stripped naked, the muscular perfection of his thick neck and beefy arms continuing down his back, his sides, his legs—his tight ass. He wasn’t hairy per se, but he had enough hair for Natalie to run her fingers through, which was what Nat liked with a guy. And she couldn’t see his cock under his body, but wanting to see it was more tempting than a glimpse of it could possibly be.

Alex—the only one of them left wearing any amount of clothes—took hold of his feet, thumbs rubbing and caressing his soles. “You have good instincts, Quent, but you need to be a little more imaginative. One trick I like to pull is starting at the feet and working your way up. Use the heels of your hands; don’t be afraid to get rough.” Her fingers dug into his calf muscles. “How’s that, Quent? Do you feel the difference from what you were doing?”

“Ahh, yeah,” Quentin crooned. “I don’t think I’ll ever be as good as you, babe. God, you’re a natural…”

Alex smirked. “Yeah, but if you use the right oil, most people won’t be able to tell the difference.”

Alex was enjoying herself. She knew she ran a bit cooler than her friends, so warm and open, but she was as vulnerable as anyone else to the joy of touching skin. Especially when it was Quentin’s skin.

She straddled him to start on the strong, rippling muscles of his back. And as she poured her strength into unclenching those powerful muscles, her body worked itself back and forth, back and forth. Rubbing her groin against the base of his spine. Alex felt the motion teasingly drag against her clit. Her lips trembled with the tantalizing sensation. She felt Natalie watching her and returned her gaze, wondering if Natalie realized what she was feeling or just saw how suggestive their conjoined motions were.

She remembered her nights with Quentin, sixty-nining with the same push and pull as now, one explosive orgasm feeding into another like the same pleasure was passing from body to body. Then, like now, Alex got off on pleasing Quentin. And what made it truly irresistible was how aroused it made him to service her.

Alex sucked in her breath and shut her eyes for a moment. A little teasing was one thing, but there was only so much she could do in front of her friends. She got off of Quentin’s back, leaving him without any kinks left unpopped. But she could still see a tension in his body. She felt it herself.

“You’ve got the hands of an angel, Alex… fuck it.” Quentin turned over onto his back. His cock bobbed up into the air, stiffened considerably since he’d laid down. It was a meaty thing, the cockhead fat and dark purple, already issuing a bit of precum. Above it, Quentin motioned with a flirtatious crook of his finger for Alex to come closer to it and to him.

“Quentin…” Alex breathed plaintively, unable to move. Natalie and Dylan were right there in the room, right beside them. She couldn’t believe Quentin was too horny to care about that. She couldn’t believe she had aroused him that much—but she felt a sense of pride that she had.

Quentin started to stroke his prick. His fist closed tightly around the thick shaft, trembling with the throbbing that went through his erection while he slowly stroked his foreskin up and down. He stared at Alex’s delicious body as he did it, saw the shudder that went through her perfect flesh as she processed her own lust. When his eyes briefly met hers, she smiled shakily. Alex couldn’t bring herself to care about Natalie or Dylan. She wanted Quentin and she wanted him now.

Natalie had other plans.

All of a sudden the naked blonde was there between them, running her tongue over the length of Quentin’s manhood, up all the way from his crotch to his cockhead, then taking his knob into her mouth and sucking.

His cock throbbed between Natalie’s lips, growing longer and stiffer until it pressed into the back of her throat. Natalie smiled around it and tried to swallow. She gulped; his prick traveled down her throat inch by inch. Heat blossomed throughout its length with her gullet pressing in on it, massaging its engorged contours.

Alex blinked at the sight of her best friend taking that monstrous erection into her throat like she herself had struggled to do. She’d never really thought of what Natalie did with all the guys who’d lined up to date her; the blonde was so cute and cuddly that Alex had dismissed her as something next to a virgin.

Now she was reevaluating her opinion. With no preparation at all, Natalie was giving one hell of a blowjob to the beast of a cock that Quentin had. Alex even envied her bestie the lack of a gag reflex that allowed her to take so much of Quentin’s ten inches. It only belatedly occurred to her to be upset that someone else was doing what she had wanted to do. For the longest time, it was like it didn’t matter that she wasn’t doing it, only that someone was giving Quentin the fine blowjob that a prick like his deserved.

Alex put her hands on her hips, making an effort to draw up the anger, jealousy, and hurt she was feeling to wear them all on her gorgeous face—while hiding the arousal. “Natalie, what are you doing with my boyfriend’s cock in your mouth?”

Natalie looked at her, seeming a bit abashed, but not truly embarrassed. More like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar than committing infidelity. Popping her mouth off Quentin’s straining erection, now pulsating redly, she smiled becomingly. The tip of her tongue peeked out between her lips.

“Sharing,” Natalie said quietly. “Your man’s got a beautiful cock; I need to suck a cock that looks this good. You know I’d give you the shirt off my back, Alex. Can’t you give me your boyfriend’s big cock?”

Alex couldn’t believe her; she wasn’t apologetic at all! Alex thought she might be able to forgive Natalie if this were some crazy, momentary lapse in judgment—she could actually believe Natalie’d be empty-headed enough to just start sucking someone’s cock without thinking who it belonged to—but if Natalie actually thought that her boyfriend should be passed around like a tube of lipstick or a cute set of shoes…

“He’s mine, Nat!” Alex insisted. “My boyfriend, and I love him!”

“You love me?” Quentin repeated dumbly.

Alex held up her hand. “Not right now, sweetie.” Not when his prick was still in Natalie’s hands, her lipstick still on his cockhead.

“Look, I don’t want to steal him, I just want to borrow him for a little while.” Natalie put a lip-smacking kiss on the burgeoning head of Quentin’s manhood. “Trust me, Alex, he’ll still be as hot for you as ever when I’m done. Look at you. You’re perfect. Dylan and I could double-team him and he’d still come back from the dead for a shot at you. But God, Alex, you cannot keep this dick to yourself… can you even take it all?”

“That’s… that’s not the point!” Alex cried.

Natalie looked at her plaintively with those big, blue eyes of hers. “I need it, Alex. And I want it. Don’t you want it? Don’t the two of us look so fucking good to you?”

Alex didn’t look away and made no move to stop them as Natalie’s moist, gleaming lips parted around Quentin’s knob like they were being forced open, like he was thrusting into her warm wetness instead of being surrounded by it. When her lips had taken the whole thing, totally enfolded Quentin’s cockhead, they tightened against the collar, ending up wrapped around his bristling, veiny shaft.

Natalie’s eyes glazed over. Her cheeks hollowed. Alex could see, in every fiber of her being, how Natalie loved sucking cock.

Part of her was happy for her friend, but it was still unbelievably bizarre to watch her boyfriend’s prick throbbing inside Natalie’s mouth as it’d throbbed inside her so many times. He’d been hers for so long, claimed her indelibly in turn, and now here Quentin was, stretched out on the massage table, gazing at Alex as lovingly as ever, even as a stunning blonde mouthed his cock.

“You like watching,” Quentin said quietly, his head rolling back on his shoulders. “I know you like watching. You might like to do more, but you can’t tell me you don’t like watching.”

Alex froze a moment, shocked by what he was implying—then, taking a breath, letting the thought into her and allowing the moment to rush into her senses all over again.

Natalie was bent over Quentin’s lap. Her ass jutted out, pert and lovely and just the right amount of plump for her slender frame.

Alex crouched down softly beside Natalie, getting closer and closer to how the blonde was pistoning her head on Quentin’s cock, until she was right up against it—kissing Natalie on the cheek.

“You want him, I want you,” she said.

When Natalie met her eyes, her gaze was electric, aroused and even crazed by the proposition. She gurgled on Quentin’s manhood and Quentin himself let out a moan, clearly responding to how much more intense Natalie’s blowjob had suddenly become.

Alex moved, kneeling behind Natalie. The blonde’s hair was so long that it reached down to her buttocks, golden tresses that Alex brushed aside to see those two firm, rounded cheeks unimpeded. She took hold of each, kneading them firmly in her hands.

Maybe it was sick, maybe it was wrong, but she was too greedy to share Quentin. What she was willing to do was share Natalie—if Quentin got to enjoy her, so did Alex.

It was twisted, but it felt so right. Alex knew that was what made it a temptation, but that added taboo on top of it—the notion of sleeping with her best friend; not only that, but sharing Natalie with her lover—well, that just made it irresistible.

She wasn’t quite the bad girl Dylan was, but stolen candy tasted just as sweet to her. She was just able to resist her impulses until the candy was sweet as could be. That didn’t make her a good girl. It just meant that her price for being a whore was the same as everything else about her life.

The best of everything, Alex thought to herself as she opened up Natalie’s cheeks to expose the tight pink sphincter that was her target.

It occurred to her that Natalie might not be too enthused about analingus; unlikely, considering just what a spectacular ass she had. But if it was a no-no, she’d picked the wrong couple to have a threesome with. There was nothing Alex loved better than her boyfriend ruining her asshole.

She purred deep in her throat at the thought, like a cat in heat, about to get what she needed. Alex kissed Natalie’s ass, first sampling the firm flesh with her lips, then running her tongue over it, pleased with both the taste and feel that she discovered. Natalie’s body was just as good to touch as it was to look at.

Natalie pushed her mouth down on Quentin’s shaft, gulping it down until his glans were pressing into the opening of his throat. She felt every subtle move of Alex’s kisses on her ass, moving everywhere but her anus itself, making her excitement rise. She pulled her tingling lips up and down faster on Quentin’s prick; she sucked it harder, and her tongue lashed and whipped at his girth with the taste growing stronger and stronger.

“Mmmm!” Natalie sighed wantonly, getting her first taste of Quentin’s precum.

Alex’s fingers spread her asscheeks further apart, leaving Natalie’s hole exposed, no protection. Natalie squirmed in enjoyment of her bareness, crushing her sex between her taut thighs. She gave Quentin’s balls a loving squeeze while her lips milked at his throbbing member.

With both Natalie’s cheeks gleaming with saliva, Alex finally moved to the blonde’s anus. She flicked the tip of her tongue into the taut opening, teasing her patiently, enjoying every second as Natalie’s uncertainty became eager anticipation.