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Marcy's Playground 12 by loyalsock

Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

said. His voice was so low, I'm not even sure I heard him. &#034Play ball,&#034 he said. Evan took my left hand and Jean-Luc took my right and they very gently led me over to the tall wooden fence at the edge of the deck. Evan put the hand he held up on the flat board of the fence, and Jean-Luc put my other hand up on the fence. Evan tap-kicked one ankle where he wanted it, and Jean-Luc gently kicked the other, and pretty soon I was standing spread eagle against the wooden fence wall, a criminal in a play of my own doing. Jean-Luc put his hand on the back of my head and angled it down. Suddenly I was a subdued, small captive, between two large men, with no idea what was going to happen next. There was a pause, which seemed interminably long. The crickets seemed loud. I noticed the rise and fall of my chest, as I tried to steady my breathing. I stared at where the wood of the deck met the wood of the fence; they were different colors. Evan and Jean-Luc each put one elbow high on the fence, bringing their chests and armpits close to the side of my face. My God, I could smell them. Evan's subtle smell of soap. Jean-Luc's smell of expensive, subtle cologne. The smell of powerful, aroused males. And something else. Anticipation. Hunger. And also... Oh shit. Domination. I didn't know that could have a smell. But it sure as fuck did. I started to shake. In complete synch, they both put their hands on my lower back. &#034You can stop at any time,&#034 Jean-Luc whispered in my ... ear. &#034N-no,&#034 I said. &#034I want to go through with it, whatever it is. I want to experience everything. Go big.&#034 Evan's voice, low and raspy. Menacing. &#034Big words from such a little, little girl.&#034 Oh fuck. Evan. &#034I've waited a long, long time for this.&#034 Oh God, oh God, please help me through this. Their hands started rubbing up and down my back. Up to my shoulder, down to my low back. Up and over my shoulder, down to my low back. God that felt so good. Evan's hand was slightly warmer. Jean-Luc's hand was bigger. I sighed. It was so comforting. So nice. Evan. Growly. &#034Don't get too comfortable.&#034 Lower. For a brief moment they both gently grazed their fingers over my outstretched arms. I realized something. They loved each other. Not sexually. More like super best friends. Or b*****rs. No, tighter than b*****rs. But then I couldn't think about it any more because they were rubbing my back with long strokes. Up over my shoulder, down my shoulder blade, my low back, over my ass, up the same path, down. Up, down, cupping around the bottom of my ass cheek, back up. Not comforting any more. Hot. Hotter. Evan's side. Yanked my shirt out of my skirt waistband. Evan. &#034Scared little girl?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 &#034Good.&#034 What the hell happened to the Evan I knew? I blinked. Wait. This was still him. The Evan I trusted. This was his game. He was the bad cop. Did that make Jean-Luc the good cop? I turned my head to look at Jean-Luc. He gave me a ...