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How could it be fair for him to endure her scrutiny? So what if he had become a house hold name over the last few years the whole world over. Who cared that he had enough money himself to live comfortably for the rest of his life and never have to work again. Did it really matter that he knew hundreds of people just like him? Why should it matter that he was beloved and respected by most of the planet? Well damn it. He was still just Zac. He was still the same on the inside. Why couldn't she see that and just treat him like a fellow human being? What was the reason for the contempt that she held towards him? Geez! After all, he was just a kid trying to get through her class just like any other. Did it really matter that he had to do it in a quarter the time that most of her students took? It wasn't his fault that he had to squeeze in her lessons between recording and promo work before the tour started. He had a job, he couldn't just ignore his responsibilities. He was determined to find out just why she hated him. And she had better have a damned good excuse too, because when it came down to brass tacks... despite all the hassle and strife between them, he was attracted to her damn it.
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My eyes closed against the softness as darkness embraced me. The blindfold was snug, but not binding, the same as the restraints that held my wrists and ankles in place to leave me spread eagle on the king sized bed. They lay me out like a buffet and I tensed at the anticipation of our beginning. Soft spoken deep voices to my left assured me that they had not left me in cruelty, they were only plotting a game plan as it were. Between them, with their devious minds, we were all asured a good time this evening for sure. Soft foot falls on the thick carpet neared me. A weight on the end of the bed. Something tickles my little toe of my left foot. A breath on the bottom of same said foot. Ahh warm wetness slides over the top of my foot and veers to my inner ankle. They love to tease me. Another weight on the bed, this time nearer to my head. I turn my head as if I could see the new arrival. Pads of roughly calloused fingertips brush hair from my cheek and glide over my thrashing pulse of my neck. A warm hand with sure palm travels over my calf as the bed shifts below me. A heavy cold object then pressed between my breasts eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me. I could hear a course, deep voiced giggle next to my head. Zac; of course. I smiled with him. Two strong hands raked over my thighs and grasped my hips. I felt warm skin with taught muscles siddle up against my legs. A stubbly chin and hot moist tongue dragged over my belly but I could also feel something small slightly tickle as if it were being dangled over me. As his body moved further up mine I realized what and who it was. Taylors long length necklace; I thought he should have taken off that cross, it may get broken during our play time. Sometimes we get rough. Starting at my wrist were placed tiny soft kisses in a path to my shoulder. Silky hair brushed over my chest as the minute kisses traveled over my collarbone, to the base of my neck, all the way over across to my other shoulder. Now warm skin on mine accompanied a pleasant weight as the butterfly light kisses expanded up the other arm and ended upon my second wrist with an exquisite little wet lick on my pulse there. His body was then removed from over me and I felt a bit of loss but was filled again with the ministrations of the other starting to heat up. Velvet soft lips on my sizzling flesh made me shiver. Concentric circles on my belly reaching closer and closer to my navel. Destination arrived and a tongue dipped in followed by teeth that tugged slightly on the ring that pierced my now quivering flesh. Another shift of the bed. Huge hands covered my shoulders and pressed me down. Pillowed lips pressed against my neck. Softly nipping teeth snapped at the flesh there. An assult rained over the whole area and came to rest under my ear at my hairline. A firm grip held me down tight. I could not move at all now. A new attack proceeded. He pushed the hair aside and I could feel his sweeping over my breast as he leaned in and began to suck. Gently at first, then more and more until the pressure couldn't even be measured by Hoover. Oh I would most certainly have a huge bruise there tomarrow! And I loved it. I tried to squirm at the pleasure of it but he was far to strong, I couldn't budge an inch. In its stead, I moaned to let him know that he was definately turning me on. My legs thrashing was my only outlet for movement. But they too were stilled by another set of hands that encased my thighs in a python grip. With a wimper I begged ceaseation. They complied in synchronicity. I lay still in the center of the bed, chest heaving, knees slightly bent, as I awaited the next round of play. I didn't have to wait long. A slightly sharp sting to my backside stirred me. The shrill sound of the slap enticed me more than the pleasured pain did. The hot flesh on my ass was struck once more, then followed by a tender kiss on the same area. My blood heated as I began to writhe. He spread my legs apart more and lips met lips. Heavy breath breezed over the wet hair making me tingle. A stroke of tongue on flesh and I melted. I always loved when Tay would eat me. He was made for this, he was a master. Lost in anticipation I felt the bed wave in movement and Zac said, "Oh wait, I got an idea. Carry on brother, I shall return." Taylor followed instructions, and did it well too.
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His finger traced my folds as he languidly lapped my clit. Dipping into my sopping pussy his tongue teased me then he replaced it with his finger. He explored my fleshy walls as he had done many times before... he always seemed to find something new. I groaned when he captured me and sucked at my little nub. His torture was extreme, unrelentless, mind altering. A wimper of dis-satisfaction left my lips when he pulled away from me. He chuckled low and deep in his chest. "Patience mon chere. I want to try something I read about in one of those fanfics. Surprizingly they often have some pretty interesting ideas." I could feel him leaving the bed. Momentarily he returned. The bed shook in swaying tremors and I wondered what the hell he was doing for he was not touching me at all. Was he sitting there jacking off? Well that wasn't fair if he was. I opened my mouth to protest but his finger pressed against my lips. "Shhh. You don't want me to gag you again do you?" I shook my head. I had hated that. I succumbed to his will and kept silent. My reward for my obiedience was short in comming and was worth the wait. He spread my pussys lips with two fingers and I felt him insert something slightly cool. My body tensed and arched in twisted pleasantness with the hissing sound that accompanied the cold feel filling my snatch. That sound I knew well; whipped cream. I smiled at his 'suggested' adventure. The sticky air-whipped cream filled me leaving a sense of want. Too light a touch to satisfy but yet still a contact to titilate. "You like that don't you love?" He purred. I nodded vigorously. Like a cat he slithered down again and I felt him lay on his tummy between my legs. A voice from the right startled me slightly. "Soups on!" Laughter all around. Zac had a peculiar sense of humor, but never failed in causing chaotic glee where ever he went. None too gracefull he plopped on the bed beside me. "I'm just gonna watch." He needlessly stated. I knew what he would be doing, he loved to watch tay at work. Taylor began his feast. Fingers, tongue and lips worked a symphony upon my body. I could do nothing more than lay in bliss as my body sang. A coarse hand splayed over my breast, palm turning a circle over my nipple. Thick fingers gripped at the fleshy tit until resting to a subtle pinch in the center. I knew he would. He always does when he watches his big brother. Zac is so predictable sometimes. He continued to roll my nipple between his fingers. I may not have been able to see him at the moment, but I knew he was sitting there stroking his huge cock with a torturously slow rythm. My muscles tighened even more-so at the mental image. He really did have a beautiful penis. He may have been the youngest but he was by far the longest and largest. Perhaps it was because he had outgrown both of his older brothers. Really, one would after all expect a man of his stature, standing six foot three, to be well hung. He most certainly was. Taylor lapped at my box like a kitten with cream. My breathing increase as I felt the dizzing exquisiteness rise up within me. My hips bucked and my hands clenched the velvet ropes at my wrists. I felt hair fall over my face, but it wasn't my own. Lips nibbled at my unattended breast and teeth grasped lightly for my nipple. A small nip of pain followed by the flat of tongue sent me further on my journey of carnal satisfaction. My head tossed side to side with the unbearably good senstions. I whined when I was forced to endure the abscence of Taylors divine pleasures. His mouth left my cunt only to return his body to mine with another part of his anatomy I enjoyed. With a gasp from both of us, he sank his long lean prick into me. I felt the sticky remains of the whipped cream seep out, providing a pleasant lubricant for us. He roughly pulled my hips towards him more and began pounding into me. This would not take long for either of us. His hands gripping my hips he pulled me off and on his cock in rapid fire speed. Zac placed his enormus hands on either side of my breasts shoving the nipples together. He took both into his mouth at once and sent waves of extasy through me. With Zac sucking greedily at my nipples and Tay fucking me like a mad man, my mind went into melt down. I broke the rules and screamed when I felt reality slip out from under me. "Ohh yeah, make me cum! Make me cum!" They did as requested. My walls clutched at Tays dick as my world exploded behind my clenched shut eyes. He pulled my hips to him with harsh urgency and I felt him stiffen as he groaned with animalistic pleasure. I started to return to the real world and felt him slump against Zacs back above me where Zac was still languidly lapping at my nipples to help me ride my orgasm longer. A shuddering sigh escaped my lungs when my body lay limp. "Get off me you big oaf." Zac chuckled. I felt him push Tay away as he sat up. Tay joined him in mirth as his spent shaft escaped my body. Tay crawled over me and up the bed to sit against the headboard beside me. Zac let his hands wander my still body in tiny gentle caresses. Taylor leaned down to me and blessed me with a lazy kiss, dipping his tongue in my mouth but snatching it away before I could capture it. His fingers traced my lips as I licked at the sweet taste of whipped cream and my own juices from them. His hand caught my chin and turned my head. He untied the satiny fabric behind my head and removed my blindness.
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I opened my eyes to be met with the cheeky grin of one Zachary Hanson. This night of frolick was far from over I could tell. With a sly tone to his deep raspy voice he leaned to me and said, "I have a surprize for you." I eyed him with curiosity. He turned from me and reached to the floor. He popped back up with a tray littered with bowls and a cup filled with... paint brushes? What the hell did he have up his sleeve? Well maybe not sleeve, seeings how he was sitting there naked in all his proud glory. But still, what was he up to? (besides his ten or so inches? lol) He lay the tray beside my head and I craned my neck to see what the bowls were for. I caught a delicious whiff of sweetness and grinned at him. The skalliwag! He had several bowls with varing amounts of different colored syrups. I guessed what the brushes were for and questioned him with a look. He nodded his head giddily. I licked my lips in appreciation. He began post haste. Tay reached across me and snatched up a brush of his own. "Hand me the maple." He demanded. His brother complied. Zac immediately dipped a brush in some rich dark chocolate and stroked the utensil over my lower lip. I timidly licked at it not sure if it was permitted. He approved with a slight nod and began his work in earnest. I lay perfectly still in anguished delight. I did not want to spoil the masterpiece. Taylor, brush in mouth, took another bowl from the tray and held both in one hand as he grabbed another brush. I watched him dip his new brush into a bowl. A look of intense concentration clouded his eyes and he lay the soft bristles on my skin. He switched brushes and repeated his actions. With controled strokes and patient timing, he started producing an intricate design of cloudy light brown and deep red-pink. I shut my eyes in torment after seeing him lap some dribbles of red from his fingers. My thought was, just that simple erotic image alone was enough to make a woman cum. I turned my head from watching Tay decorate my arm to where Zac was hunched over my torso. Zac being the better painter of the two had claimed the larger canvas. Furious strokes on skin and bold fluid movements of his muscled arms entranced me. His hands held a grace and speed that belied their size. I ached when he tossed his head sending cascades of yellow cornsilk over his shoulder and across his taughtly rippled back. He was so beautiful. His thick pouty lips set in concentration held me captive. My breath caught in my throat when I saw his tongue dart out and lick his upper lip of perspiration. Carnal heat spread over my body much like the sweetness they were appling. It was nearly too painful to watch him. An artist at work when he himself was a work of art to behold. I turned my head before I let loose the tears of joy and beauty that threatened to spill. Tay had now progressed to my shoulder and I felt him brush away my hair with one hand as his strokes moved over my neck. I studied my arm that he had already left for finnished. Swirls and turns like celtic knots twisted and bent at insane angles leaving a dizziness when eye met skin. Tones and hints of shading and perspective drew one in closer. The lure of inspection only lead to more insanity when trying to follow the infinity line that played optical tricks with illusion. Light headed, I returned my attention towards master worksman Zac. A detailed landscape lay before me, upon me. Shades of browns melded and flowed like shifting sands. Pinks, reds, purples and yellows streaked like a sunset. Dotted about were hints of forms of flora and fauna concealed in delicate hues with vibrant edges. A glorious desert had bloomed from his mind to my body. Tay got up from the bed and walked around to the other side, stopping momentarily to admire the handiwork of his little brother. A nod of approval sent him on his way where he settled down next to me and begun again upon the opposite arm. Zac, tray upon his lap worked at a fevered pitch as I watched the desert melt into a seascape the further down my legs he progressed. I had all I could do to sit still when he reached the patch of trimmed hair between my legs. Transforming that obstruction into a reef teeming with vibrant aquatic life was the miracle that he preformed before my very eyes. Sea animals danced down my thighs, crept over my knees, and rested on my calves even. A hand on my neck distracted me from my revere of watching a god create the waters and earth on my being. I turned my head and recieved a vexing huffy breath from Tay. I appologized with a genuine look and he accepted with a shrug. He leaned to me and said, "I may as well fix it properly." His tongue snaked out and removed the offense caused by my shift. I moaned softly at the contact. He did not return to his previous work. Instead, he began a new job.
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Hands holding me calm, he began erasing his inspired mazes of sugar. My mind left me, a gutteral "Oh yeah." escaped me and I recieved a bite for my punishment. He gave me a warning look and I turned my eyes from him in shame. He began again. His mouth pressed to my shoulder and I felt his tongue dance within. My chest began to heave and body tense. Zac noticed this and raised his head from painting little turtles on my toes. "Dessert time already?" He queried. Taylor lifted his lips from my skin and turned a smeared face to his brother. Eyes heavy with lust Tay retorted, "I got hungry again." Zac literaly threw his supplies to the floor and dove between my legs like an animation. I laughed despite myself. Taylor, finnished with the distraction returned to his previous endevors. Zac ran his fingers over the little fishes hiding in the hair between my legs. He tasted of a shark swimming up my thigh. Then with his tongue he reached into the reef for hidden treasure. "Mmm... cream." Tay stretched his lean muscular body away from me and began sucking the strawberry syrup from my fingers. His tongue swirled over my palm and elicited a mini moan from me. An ominous shadow loomed above me to snap my head back forward. Broad shoulders and taught chest blocked my view. Zac hovered above me, expansive muscles stretched out before me. He reached above my head to the left and untied the knot that held me. My arm stiff and aching still sped toward his body to feel of his heated skin. He reached past Tay and repeated his deed much to the dismay of Tay who was then deprived on my digits when they too fled to the temple of Zac. Only a minor grumble was heard from Tay. He knew enough not to get in the way when Zac went after something. What Zac wanted, Zac got. Now Zac wanted me. Tay rose from the bed and undid the restraints wrapped around my ankles. Instinctively my knees curled up and my feet slid up Zacs calves as he nuzzled my neck and licked my collarbone. Tay returned to my side, cock in hand he pumped himself while he watched us. Huge hands roamed, followed by lips and tongue. He tested the flavor of peanutbutter and blueberry where sky met sand on my left breast. Then a brush over a boulder of chocolate on the other mound of flesh. He sat up on his knees to admire his work now smeared and some transfered to his own body. He bent and lapped at a sage brush bush above my navel and made a nasty face. "Mint, I hate mint." I couldn't help the tiny giggle. Taylor accompanied my laugh snaring my attention. I reached out to him and he approached the bedside. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing member and stroked. His head tilted back and he moaned, hands on his hips, legs spread wide. My hand slid up and around his balls to roll them left and right. He kneeled on the bed, holding himself up by the headboard. I was quickly grabbed by my hips and it took my breath. Like a ragdoll I was hauled towards a raging hardon the size of the empire state building. He wrapped an arm around my waist and held himself up with the other as he captured a nipple. I looked to his eyes and pleaded with him to end the torture. I wanted him now. How could he have such will power? It always amazed me. I spread my legs wide parting the waters displayed there. When he entered me I thought I would be torn in two. He was always difficult to accomadate at first. "Shit you're tight." My free hand left the bed and gripped his shoulder as he pushed himself the rest of the way in. All bets were off now. I would endure any punishment they gave me. I could keep silent no more. "Fuck me." My hips undulating in need. Fire burned behind his deep brown eyes. His hair hung around his face in halo fashion. I felt his arm muscles tighten and felt him grip harder into my hip. With unexpected speed, he slamed me. I screamed in joy. "Oh!" A satisfied grin spread over his face. He then began a slow strong pace that left me raw with the friction. I turned my head as he buried his face into my neck. I met with the sight of a delicous drop of liquid about to tumble from the angry red tip of the collumn of flesh in my hand. I stretched and stuck out my tongue, just reaching the tip, I caught it.
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More than willing to aid me, Tay leaned closer towards me slipping his lucious cockhead between my lips. I sucked at him tasting remanents of chocolate and whipped cream from earlier exploits of my body. With the force of Zac pounding me I had all I could do to hold him in my mouth and not let it slip. My hand tightly fastened to the base of his pecker we used the motion from Zacs mass to keep a steady rate. Soon enough his pleasured moans sounded and four thick shots of jizz coated my throat. I milked him for every last precious drop and lapped at my lips when he stood and stumbled back causing me to loose my grasp on him. He sat hard in a chair head thrown back, rasping breaths, visibly shaking. I felt Zac shift his weight as I watched Tay come back to life, raising his head to watch the sceene unfold before him. In moments I was sitting up, legs wrapped around a narrow waist, monsterous arms circled my waist. A rush of blonde hair towards my face and I was emprisoned by swollen lips. Electricity surged within me and I rode his pole like a damned pony. I almost hollered 'yee-haw' but thought better of it. He was no longer breathing but snorting with efforts to satiate his incredible carnal hunger. In the blink of an eye he tore me from his body and flipped me over. Before my efforts to get to my knees were realized he had already raised me into position. In the next heartbeat he speared me with his massive member. I had not enough breath to cry out it felt so good. He jack hammered me at the speed of light as his hands attacked my nipples and clit. A tornado ripped me from my existence and led me to oz. I came so hard I saw stars before my eyes! Shortly after an explosion of a growl came from behind me. I thought he would crush my hips he held me so tightly. I felt his prick jerk and spasm within me, then a rush of hot liquid filled me and ran back down my leg. I lifted my sagging head to catch my breath only to have another load of cum shot directly in my face. Out of instinct I shut my eyes and my mouth hung open to recieve it. Zac sighed heavily, blowing his breath across my back and I opened my eyes once more. He sat back on his heels and pulled me up with him, wrapping his arms around my waist tenderly. I cleaned the creamy substance from my face with my fingers and licked them off. Then I looked up to the owner of my latest treat and asked, "So Ike, what are we gonna label that video tape?" His answer, "How 'bout tease me 2 please me?" It sounded good to me.
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This is a tribute to all of those wonderful adult hanfic writters out there that have inspired me. (my boyfriend thanks you lol) if you perchance see something that is vaguely familiar to you within this short story, just let it be known that that is my homage to you. i think yall rawk maximum! Zya! <3 Lickystyx
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