The Game : First Time Sex : Part 21 - Tonya's Fantasy

Donna cuddles Marcus and bends him backwards so that he's lying face up in her lap. Before continuing, Donna kisses him deeply. As she pauses to give him some attention, I take the opportunity to lick Tonya in the ear. Then Tonya turns her head and kisses me. It's hard to control our emotions and erotic urges when we first see each other.

"OK, if it's not going to be a heist, what can we possibly do for excitement?" I ask as Tonya and I snuggle together in one of the large chairs opposite Donna and Marcus.

"It doesn't take much for you guys to get excited," says Donna as she rubs Marcus between the legs.

"Can't we put this off until after we take your clothes off?" asks Marcus begging like a puppy to be played with.

"I'm for that," I say supporting Marcus.

"OK, you big dicks, we'll get to that later. Now listen to Donna," laughs Tonya as she reaches under my t-shirt and gently rubs my stomach.

"Jadon and Tamara are going to the High Sierra Music Festival at the end of June, and they want us to go with them," says Donna excitedly.

Marcus can't contain his excitement, "Super!"

"Outstanding. I've heard about it. It's better than a pillow fight in the rain," I add simultaneously referring to our activity on the last Valentine's Day.

"Oh, wow," says Tonya clapping her hands excitedly.

"They'll buy the tickets to the festival and the extra ones so that we can attend the after hours performances that last late into the night," explains Donna.

"So we need to reimburse them for the tickets?" I ask.

"Yes. We'll get them the money," says Donna.

"Any chance we can work it off like last time?" I ask in a straight face teasing about our paid-in-full fun that we had with Tamara and Jadon last New Year's Eve.

"No, I'm not sharing you if I don't have to," laughs Tonya while grabbing my arm.

"Then I guess I have to work it off for both of us?" Marcus sighs faking disgust.

"Tamara doesn't want your pink meat," I tease.

"And she's not getting yours this time either," says Tonya to me emphatically, and I notice this is the second time she said that.

"I'll wear you out so you won't think about Tamara," Donna says to Marcus.

Tonya seems very hot this afternoon and a bit territorial, but I like her being protective of her turf. She's not jealous, but rather, she seems to simply want all of me this time. She is never clingy, but her urges are as strong as anyone's in the group, and she wants to make sure I am at peak performance for her. I find her very easy to please.

Whatever I fantasize, I am fully committed to her. She allows me to satisfy my curiosities without being jealous of my choices. She knows that she has no reason to worry about me even after I stuck my dick into Tamara's and Trish's pussies awhile back. I mean, I didn't cum in them, I just sampled. I know that it's hard to control my curiosities, and it's great that I get to experience stuff so that the urges don't build up to a point that I become overly infatuated by them. Tonya doesn't mind my sampling, but she doesn't want to offer my services without a game involved. Games have endings, and when they are over so is the sampling.

"OK, we need a tent, food, and find out what to wear. It's three days in the sun and party all night," says Donna elevating our excitement as our other parts get aroused.

I'm thinking that there are a lot of opportunities and possibilities if we are all together for three days, but that is complete fantasy at this point. For now, I don't have to fantasize because I am completely focused on Tamara, oh fuck, I mean Tonya. Geezus, I love Tonya and would gladly give up all of my fantasies rather than risk losing her. When I try not to think about Trish or Tamara, it's like trying to stop thinking about a song that's stuck in your head. I don't want to fantasize about them if it risks diminishing my devotion and focus on Tonya. It's just that I have a normal, active imagination that I use to drive my curiosities, infatuations, and urges to elevate my sensations. Isn't that why everyone dreams and fantasizes?

"Oh wow. We're sleeping in a tent?" asks Marcus.

"Yes. It's easier to camp out on the grounds especially if we stay for the late night events," explains Donna.

"You've never been have you?" I ask.

"No, but Jadon and Tamara have, and they'll tell us everything we need to know," says Donna.

"Geez, what can they tell us that you haven't already?" I tease Donna.

"We're talking about camping, and you haven't learned everything from me yet," laughs Donna.

"So how are we gonna get a tent, sleeping bags, coolers, and four people in your car?" I ask being practical while thinking about the limited space in Donna's Kia Soul.

"OK, that's a problem," admits Donna.

"Can we leave Marcus so that I can have you and Tonya alone, and we'll have more space in the car?" I tease.

"Fuuuuck you. Tonya said she wasn't sharing you this time, so Donna will need me," laughs Marcus, and I noticed that he picked up on Tonya's earlier comments.

"I always need you," Donna says dramatically while kissing him on the cheek.

"And whose dick can do it twice a night the easiest? Yours or mine?" asks Marcus seemingly building a case for his presence.

"I think I held my own the last time we did seconds," I say defensively.

"That's true. The way you tore into Tonya, it looked like a vampire feasting between her legs," laughs Donna.

"Like the big bad wolf going after Little Red Riding Hood," Marcus adds.

"That's the second time you guys have teased me about that. Was I that forceful?" I say feeling very embarrassed.

"I'm not complaining," says Tonya.

"But I'm not rough am I?" I ask.

"No, if you think that a cheetah running after it's prey is an act of love," Donna continues to goad me.

"OK. You guys are making me feel very self-conscious," I say feeling slightly insecure with their characterization of my lustful pursuit of Tonya.

"Don't you change a thing," insists Tonya hugging and kissing me at the same time.

"Well, if you guys don't take me to the festival, you would suck Donna's pussy so hard that her tits would collapse," says Marcus.

"OK. That joke's getting old," I laugh.

"I said I'm not complaining," says Tonya once again.

"I never complained about that either," smiles Donna.

"With him or me?" asks Marcus.

"Both. The thought makes me hot," Donna confesses.

"You prefer his tongue to mine?" Marcus suddenly feels the need for reinforcement.

"To make sure that you don't get lazy on me, I will say the jury is still out," teases Donna.

"Fuuuck," says Marcus faking his disgust with not being chosen.

"No one's ever going to leave you out," I say since Marcus can sometimes think we're not joking when we kid around.

"Never," says Tonya making we wonder just a wee bit how much she enjoys it the few times he works on her.

"OK you guys. Tonya and I know how well you both perform, and not only do we have no complaints, but I'm absolutely sure that no one can perform better than you two," says Donna kissing Marcus on the cheek.

"But you still haven't said who sucks your pussy the best," I tease.

"It's better for Donna and me to not choose a favorite vampire so that they will continue to vie for our affections," says Tonya.

"Well said, Tonya," says Donna somewhat diplomatically but I know Donna's preference is Marcus, and so does he.

"I'll take my aggressive vampire over anyone else," says Tonya.

"And I'll take my two-times-at-a-time-terror over anyone else too," says Donna.

"Terror?" asks Marcus.

"Well, if we're the best, get used to some type of name," I laugh.

The mention of my being overly aggressive makes me feel like I'm being evaluated. I know that I start by delicately touching Tonya all over with the tips of my fingers and progressing by using my tongue to tease her entire body. I suck her toes all the way up to her ears taking minutes upon minutes without rushing. Yet, it seems that everyone says I get more aggressive later.

Gawd damn, Marcus just lets Donna do all the aggressive work at the beginning and then jumps in later. Well, I guess it doesn't matter, but I still think what I do is better than what he does. Geezus, I'm comparing myself with Marcus when I should just be taking their banter as a joke? I'm not that insecure. Am I? I need to focus. Marcus is second to none, and so am I.

The girls like us the way we are, but it's enlightening to see things from their point of view. Maybe there is more happening in our group than just my interpretation of it. I mean, all that I reveal is from my perspective. Still, I know that I'm delicate with Tonya except for a few moments of extremely heightened passion. I know I've fucked her very gently for up to 15 minutes or more to keep from rushing us to climax. That takes a lot of will-power and discipline, so I'm not as aggressive and forceful as they say, except for maybe that one time that I did seconds on her. Well, maybe there have been other moments like that too. If Tonya is satisfied, I have no worries about my technique.

"Back to the subject, can't we tie the tent on top of the car?" I ask as I try to stop thinking if I am too aggressive with Tonya.

"I think so," says Donna.

"But we'll need one cooler at least," says Tonya wisely.

"Well, tie it on top too," I add trying to make the decision simple so that maybe we can get to the point that we start taking their clothes off.

"It takes four hours to get there, so it's gotta be secure," says Donna.

"We'll manage," I say to encourage us and move us past the details.

"OK, it's three weeks from now, so I'll tell Jadon and Tamara our plans, and they may be able to take something for us in their car," Donna surmises.

"Probably the cooler. We can stop and buy ice and water after we get there," I say.

"Sounds great," says Tonya.

Marcus reflects back on Donna's introduction to all of this excitement and remembers that Donna mentioned that she had a couple of things to talk about, so he asks, "What was the second thing you wanted to tell us about?"

"Should I tell them or you?" Donna asks Tonya.

"You can explain it better. I think I'll go in the other room while you do," says Tonya.

"No. It's your idea, so you have to stay and face them," says Donna.

"Good gosh. Is something wrong?" I ask with heightened insecurity.

"No, of course not. Let's all go upstairs, and then I'll tell you what's on Tonya's mind," says Donna.

I feel a bit worried, but if Donna says nothing is wrong, I should believe her. Why can't Tonya tell us? Does she have a cousin visiting who wants to fuck her like what happened when Donnie visited Donna? Has she met another guy at her school? Is she getting tired of me?

On the other hand, this has all of the intrigue building up to a new game by Donna, but I'm not sure because it's Tonya who has something on her mind. If make me nervous because if it's not a game, it could be some bad news. From past experiences, every game that Donna plays begins somewhat mysteriously and has been carefully plotted in advance. So I'm curious but also nervous. What do they have planned? My heart is pounding with excitement. I'm always anxious when Donna comes up with something new.

"A new game?" I ask.

"It's not a game," says Tonya so now I'm really nervous.

"Geezus, something's wrong, isn't it?" I ask.

"No. Tonya is a little shy about asking," Donna begins as we enter my bedroom.

I know she is going to ask permission to see someone else. It's got to be that. If it is, I will hurt badly, but I won't let her know how I feel. I mean, she let me satisfy my curiosities, so why should I let her?

"Tonya shy? The one who can endure a werewolf attack without screaming?" Marcus says as he makes a fake howling sound.

"OK, enough with the exaggerations," I say defensively.

"Exaggerations?" says Marcus who is enjoying goading me.

"Let me finish," Donna interrupts.

"I'm embarrassed so please tell them quickly," says Tonya.

"Yes, please hurry," smiles Marcus as he reaches between Donna's legs.

Donna removes his hand, "Hold on. Do you guys remember last fall when I came over to tell you about Donnie coming to visit for the Christmas holidays?"

"Yeah. I caught you two, and I was second to get sucked," Marcus points to me acting like it was a sore point.

"Donna took care of you," I smile.

"After I caught you," Marcus having fun provoking me.

"And I wasn't even invited," Tonya piles on.

"OK. You guys quit teasing. You didn't catch anybody. It was unplanned, but I took care of both of you guys," Donna says as she pinches Marcus' nipple.

"Ouch. Fuuuck," Marcus winces as he feels Donna's controlling move.

"Well, it was an act of mercy in my case. You got me so fucking hot talking about Donnie and you doing it the first time," I recall.

"I know. You listened well. Too well. I remember how wide your eyes got and your mouth was half open while I told you the story. Poor guy, you were in a towel just after getting out of the shower. I couldn't leave you in that state," laughs Donna.

"Then after I came over, I was lured upstairs and forced to lie backwards. She sat on top of me. I was so abused," Marcus teases.

"Lured maybe, abused, not," laughs Donna.

"Like luring bees to honey, and like abusing a puppy by playing with it?" I smile.

"Great analogy. You should be a writer," says Donna.

"No way. I would need your imagination," I laugh back.

"I didn't hear any complaints about abuse when I confronted you guys the next time we got together," laughs Tonya.

"No complaints, right Marcus?" I ask.

"Never, even if I was the afterthought that day," smiles Marcus faking a need for sympathy.

"You weren't an afterthought. You were simply second," explains Donna who is amused at how Marcus teases by playing the victim.

"The order didn't matter, Mr. Afterthought," I say having fun goading Marcus as payback for his earlier banter.

"OK. Just so I was a thought," echoes Marcus.

"You are my only thought, so that's settled," Donna continues.

"I recall someone looking very aggressive as she ate Marcus up. In fact, it was kind of like a vampire after her prey," I say to Donna.

"Touché. I guess we all have our aggressive moments. Now, let me continue so that we can make a new story," says Donna.

"It was a great day," I say trying to sum it up.

"Tonya has fantasized a lot about that day even though she wasn't there," says Donna.

"You have?" I ask looking at Tonya.

"I'm am so embarrassed," Tonya says holding her hands in front of her face.

Unlike Marcus, she is not faking when she puts her hands in front of her face this time.

"No need to cover up now. We're already into this," laughs Donna.

"OK. Spit it out," I laugh.

"Well, she doesn't want to spit it out. Tonya wants to do both of you just like I did," laughs Donna.

Marcus freezes. It's his normal reaction when he's surprised. OK. I freeze too. Geezus, I'm shocked. Our silence becomes awkward.

"I am really embarrassed," Tonya keeps repeating.

"It's OK. It's your fantasy," says Donna.

"Say something, or I'm gonna die of embarrassment," Tonya pleads being sensitive to the silence that Marcus and I are showing.

"OK. It's OK," is all I can manage to say.

"It's Tonya's time of the month, so I thought I would step back and let her take over," says Donna.

Marcus is still at a loss for words and stares at Tonya, but his dick is ready as usual though.

"Stop staring at me that way," Tonya says shyly but smiles at Marcus' gaze.

"I'm sorry. I think it's a great idea," Marcus says but his words come out a little staccato and very awkwardly.

"Sure it is. It's Tonya's fantasy, and we can make it come true," says Donna mitigating any awkwardness remaining from the shock of the unexpected request.

"So is this a command, a demand, or a request?" Marcus says coming to his senses and trying to make a joke in order to relieve any tension.

"All three," Donna says and halts the discussion so that Tonya isn't embarrassed any further.

"I'm happy to follow orders," laughs Marcus.

"And happy to give yourself to Tonya's fantasy, I'm sure," says Donna.

Always the one for details I ask, "So how long have you guys had this planned?"

"Tonya?" asks Donna.

"Long time," laughs Tonya a bit uncomfortably.

"She got turned on to the idea as soon as I told her what happened last fall," laughs Donna.

"A long time then," I repeat getting hot thinking about Tonya's fantasy building up all of that time.

"I'm too embarrassed now. Maybe another time," says Tonya.

"No. You're going through with it since we got this far," commands Donna.

"The cat's out of the bag," I say.

"But no pussy today," says Marcus always finding a punch line as everyone laughs including Tonya.

"Shush. Zip it. No more talking. Marcus is first," commands Donna setting the stage to get serious.

Marcus is wearing a simple grey Royal Underground Woven Shirt. There are six buttons on the front and two on the wrists, so Donna starts unbuttoning the cuffs first. I take the cue to turn off the lights, pull down the blinds, and close the curtains. The room is very dark. As I light a couple of candles, I keep one eye on Donna so that I won't miss anything. After the cuffs, Donna unbuttons the front of his shirt starting from the bottom by pushing each button through it's hole very carefully without rushing. Watching her undressing ritual turns me on as much as it does for Marcus and her.

After the top button is slowly eased through its hole, Donna pulls one arm and then the other through the sleeves and lays the shirt on a chair. She guides Marcus to my bed, and pulls his black T-shirt over his head revealing his hairless chest, pink nipples, and a minimum of underarm hairs. As he sits with his feet dangling over the side of my bed, Donna gets on her knees and unlaces his grey Pro-Keds Washed Twill Royal CVO sneakers one at a time. Carefully, she tugs gently at the his left heel, pulls his shoe off, and ritualistically sets it on the floor. Then she pulls the other one off, and places it neatly beside the first.