by Krista Wolf
But shit, it was so fucking hot. So crazy and primal and wild, watching this beautiful woman — someone we’d desired so much, for so long — finally open herself up like this.
I guess we always just expected it would be us between her legs. And not the stonemason.
He who hesitates…
It didn’t matter now. Julian and Madison were in heat, rutting like animals on the kitchen table. Fucking each other into oblivion, while we stared on in total disbelief.
Noah and I let it go on for a while, finally exchanging the same knowing look. We’d waited too long on the sidelines. Let things go on for too long without making our moves.
It was pretty much now or never.
We moved in from either side of the table, getting a close up view of the whole thing as it unfolded. Madison was matching Julian, stroke for stroke. Lolling her head back in pleasure and ecstasy, while letting slip the most adorable little grunts and moans.
Noah moved first, gently guiding her head in his direction. He closed his mouth slowly over hers…
… and after only a moment of shocked hesitation, she began kissing him back.
Holy shit.
I couldn’t believe it. That it was going to happen like this. We’d talked about it so many times, on the ride to and from the shitbox trailer we called home. Wondered whether going out on such a dangerous limb would be a glorious success or a colossal mistake.
Now apparently, we had our answer.
I watched fervently as Madison’s mouth churned, her jaw rolling against Noah’s as they kissed. Then she stopped, leaned back, and looked at me. Propped back on her elbows, still bouncing in a steady rhythm off Julian’s body… she crooked a finger.
Get over here, her eyes said without words.
I took her head in my hands. Leaned in close, and planted my lips against hers…
Oh yes.
It was like kissing a goddess.
Fuck yes.
Madison’s tongue slipped past my teeth, swirling sensually into my mouth. Hungrily I kissed her right back. Soon we were making out like teenagers — caught up in the forbidden frenzy of being together. Yet the hunger and passion were too intense for that. The way she kissed me, the way she clenched the back of my head in a death grip, clamped tightly against her own…
It was more like we were star-crossed lovers who hadn’t been with one another in years.
A delicate hand fumbled for me, settling over my crotch. As Madison struggled to work my zipper, I noticed her doing the same thing to Noah on the other side.
Wow, I thought, my heart pounding. This is actually going to happen…
She turned away again, moving back to kiss my partner and roommate. And throughout the whole thing, Julian. Fucking her. Sawing in and out of her wonderfully feminine body, as she bounced across the big old table.
“Take me to bed…” she managed to breathe. “Before… I get… splinters.”
Noah and I laughed, but Julian was on a mission. He had her smooth thighs over his shoulders now, her dress all bunched up around her waist. And he was fucking her harder. Faster. Forcing her legs back to plunge even deeper, which turned Madison’s whimpers into cries.
I was unzipped, and fully in her hand now. So was Noah. Madison was stroking us both, in rhythm to the fucking she was receiving from Julian. Her eyes were glazed over, her look far away. But she kept staring at us. Kept turning her head right and left to make sure we were there, before looking back at the cock, pumping between her legs.
“Ohhh… Ohhh fuck.”
She looked incredible, all flush with heat. Her lips all plump and wet as Julian took her with furious, desperate strokes. His body moved like a machine; thrusting, surging, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
Suddenly Madison’s face screwed into a mask of confused euphoria. Her eyes flew open, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’.
“OHHHhhhhhOHHHhhhhh…”
She squeezed down on us as she came, flooding Julian’s pistoning cock as he gripped her thighs even tighter. To her credit, she didn’t hold back. The beautiful blonde roared through her orgasm, screaming helplessly as an earth-shattering climax rocked her body. Julian held her throughout. The big mason kept her pinned snugly against him as he buried himself deep, allowing her to writhe and grind and screw out every last wave of pure pleasure.
When it was over he guided her through the aftershocks too, still pumping her slowly. Madison’s toes were curled, her legs shaking violently. Whatever just happened had apparently been a long time in coming.
“Take me upstairs,” she pleaded again, turning to look at Noah and myself. “I need you…” she whispered hoarsely. “All of you…”
Ten
MADISON
I was carried securely against a great, heaving chest. Held by two iron-like tattooed arms, and brought up three flights of stairs as if I weighed absolutely nothing.
Julian wasn’t even breathing hard as he entered the upper hallway. The others stepped in beside him, as he stopped abruptly short.
“Which room is yours?”
“That one down there,” I managed, still breathless. “At the very end.”
I was still reeling from the flood of euphoria. Still trying to work out in my head, what the hell had just happened.
You know exactly what just happened, the little voice in my head sneered. You don’t really need it spelled out, do you?
No, I supposed I didn’t. I’d just been taken roughly on my kitchen table. Screwed harder and deeper than I ever had in my life.
Yeah. Something like that.
But no, not screwed. Fucked. I’d definitely, without a doubt, just been fucked.
And you loved it.
That part was true too. Because no matter how much the innocent, more chaste part of me tried to protest? My lust for these three beautiful men was totally undeniable.
And yes, men. Because I’d wanted them all. I’d wanted Julian the longest maybe, but at some point I’d laid in this very same bedroom and fantasized about having all three of them.
Just maybe not at the same time.
Holy SHIT, Madison.
I looked up from my own bed, where I’d been summarily deposited by Julian. He was stepping out of the last of his clothes. So were Noah and Chase, on either of me. Without even thinking, I followed suit.
What are you doing?
I was doing what I wanted. What I’d always wanted, really, although I’d only ever dreamt or fantasized about it. Never in my life did I imagine I’d even have the courage to try a threesome, much less be laying naked and exposed in my bed, surrounded on three sides by gorgeous, muscle-bound men ready to take me on.
My eyes caught each of them, one after the other. Slowly my gaze shifted from Noah, to Julian, to Chase…
“Take me.”
I lay back, feeling the welcome coolness against the nape of my neck as my hair spilled out over my own pillow. Julian made the first move. Kneeing on the bed, he spread my legs and pushed his still-hard cock right back against my swollen entrance.
“Easy there, killer,” said Chase. He placed a restrictive hand on one of the mason’s bulging shoulders. “Don’t you think it’s time to share?”
Julian hesitated for a moment, then backed away with a slow nod. Chase moved in quickly to take his place.
“That’s better.”
He smiled down at me for a second, capturing me with those glimmering green eyes. By the time he leaned in to kiss me, I was already lost in them.
“God, you taste good.”
His hands roamed my body first, then his lips and tongue. I sighed beneath his every touch. Chase rolled my nipples against his open palms while making out with me, driving me absolutely insane.
This is so good, I moaned in my own head. So totally hot, so fucking amaz—
I jumped as I felt two hands on the insides of my thighs. They pushed them apart with a gentle pressure, and I gasped as I felt a wet mouth close over my panty-covered pussy…
Ohhhhhh…
Noah was down there, licking away. Dragging the flat of his tongue over my soaked satin thong a dozen or more times, before eventually hooking it with his thumb and pulling it out of his way.
Ohhh wow…
It felt like heaven, being touched like this. Being worshiped and attended to, and totally, totally spoiled.
God, it’s been so long!
It definitely had, but apparently my man-drought was finally over. And not just over, but shattered to pieces in spectacular fashion.
Chase was kissing my neck now, and working his way toward my breasts. His stubble tickled my skin, but it felt good at the same time. Down below, Noah’s talented tongue was busy delving inside me. The pleasure was so exquisitely intense, I found myself squeezing my thighs shut on either side of his head.
Oh holy fuck…
The bed shifted again. I blinked, and suddenly Julian’s nose was inches from mine.
“You okay with all this?”
I shuddered dreamily, and nodded. God, he was so fucking gorgeous!
“Good. Because at this point I don’t think we could stop.”
The stonemason’s eyes penetrated mine as he lowered his lips and kissed me. It was crazy, kissing him back. Sucking his tongue as I felt a second mouth close itself over my nipple, while a third was busy devouring me hotly, somewhere between my legs.
My eyes fluttered open, and I could see the painted beams of my ceiling. They were the same designs I’d gone to bed wondering about every night. The same colorful collection of banners and coats of arms that had been put there countless centuries ago, by people long since gone.
It was also the same ceiling I stared at while I touched myself every night, my eyes crossing a little at the penultimate moment each time I reached my self-induced climax. Only now I didn’t need my fingers… or my fantasies. Right now, at this very moment, my wildest fantasies had come to me.
Just let go.
I resigned myself to do it. To just totally let go, and enjoy the unfathomable pleasure that was on the verge of washing over my brain.
I… I need…
With one arm, I reached down and plunged my fingers into Noah’s thick blond hair. I pushed hard, shoving his tongue further inside me. Washing his face with my slick wet sex, until I felt the wonderful pressure of two fingers slipping inside me.
“Fuck me…” I moaned, breaking away from Julian just long enough to glance down. Either Noah didn’t hear, or he didn’t heed me.
“Noah…”
I rolled my fist, tightening the grip of my fingers in his hair. Now he looked up for sure.
“You have to fuck me,” I whispered more insistently. Our eye contact was deep and heavy. “Now.”
He nodded and sat up. Positioning himself on his knees, he pulled me toward him… then rolled me over.
Oh…
I landed on my belly. Two calloused palms grabbed my hips, shifting me backwards, pulling me up until I was on my hands and knees.
“Don’t move,” I heard a deep, masculine voice say. “Stay just like that…”
I braced myself, pushing my chin into the bed. Shoving my ass upwards like some kind of divine offering. The hands gripping my hips turned into claws, the fingers digging deep into my supple flesh…
Then I felt him enter me. And my whole world was complete again.
Eleven
MADISON
They took turns on me, passing me back and forth. Screwing me hard and deep into the mattress of my four-poster bed, and tagging out whenever one of them got tired.
And it was absolutely incredible.
I had time alone with each of them, but I felt the most wild and wicked when they would take me together. One from the front… one from behind. One in my mouth, where I sucked each lover deep into my throat, while the others took turns filling my pussy with hard, thrusting cock.
I did it on my back, my thighs spread so impossibly wide I felt like a cheap, dirty slut. I did it on my hands and knees, sawing deliciously back and forth between the proverbial rock and a hard place. Chase had me ride him, grinding down against his rippled abdomen while I sucked his friend off. And Julian scissored me sideways, fucking me so deep that my insides actually hurt, while I took turns blowing the others.
I’d obviously never experienced anything like it, but even the one-on-one sessions went above and beyond all past experiences. Each man had something that made them special and wholly unique, aside from the very unorthodox situation I’d already fallen into.
The guys were tall and strong and powerful, yet each of them had a gentle side too. Noah never stopped kissing me throughout our lovemaking, while Chase eye-fucked me every moment he was inside me with those fiery, emerald eyes.
And Julian… well, as hard and fast as he went, he was sweet enough to check on me, too. He’d be drilling me until I was clutching the sheets, whimpering into my pillow… and then abruptly stop to kiss me over my shoulder, and ask me if everything was still okay.
I lost track of how many times I reached nirvana. How many screaming climaxes I achieved at the end of their hard, pulsing shafts. Their stamina was amazing, but their timing even more so. They had the advantage of three, meaning that whenever one of them got too close to the edge, he could pull back and let another take his place.
I, on the other hand, was all alone.
Ultimately it didn’t matter one bit. I was too hot and horny. I’d deprived myself for way too long. There was no limit to my greed or eagerness, as I screwed back against each of them with all the enthusiasm of a cock-starved, come-hungry, wanton little slut.
It was easier to let go than I ever imagined, and part of it was because I saw the whole thing as extremely lucky. Fuck caution, fuck any misgivings or reservations… the planets were in their proper positions, the stars were in perfect alignment, and I knew this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would probably never, ever be presented to me again.
They screwed me for what seemed like an eternity, and that was just fine by me. The more I got, the more it seemed I had to give. Rather than losing energy, it was almost like I was gaining in strength and momentum with each passing moment.
I was passed from lover to lover, switched from position to position. Allowed myself to be spread and flipped and taken in any way they desired, at any time, as long as they kept on digging me out. I would taste myself on their lips. Revel in the authority and dominance of their hard bodies, crushing me beneath an avalanche of delicious skin and muscle.
In the end they finished all over me, showering me with rope after sticky rope of hot, beautiful come. It sizzled on the skin of my stomach. Splashed hotly against my neck and chin, or in Julian’s case, all over my naked back after he’d flipped me over and pounded me hard from behind.
I don’t remember passing out, but I remember waking up in darkness. I recalled my lovers stirring one by one, nudging my thighs apart… each of them taking their place between my legs one more time, while the others slept.
They fucked me slowly this way. I screwed them back, taking them balls-deep in a dreamy half-sleep. There was something amazing about doing them one by one. Of being filled over and over with warm cock, until they were grunting and groaning and spilling their hot seed over my taut, quivering belly.
The whole thing was unimaginable, and yet it had happened. I’d slept with three guys — at the same time, mind you — and for some reason, didn’t feel the least bit guilty about it.
You had this coming, I told myself, trying hard to believe it. I definitely had something coming.
But this…
Twelve
MADISON
I woke up groaning and stretching, reaching left and right. Trying to find that familiar comfort of smooth, warm skin I’d grown happily accustomed to, since falling asleep last night.
But the unfortunate reality was that I was naked and alone.
I flipped over onto my stomach, smoothing back my knotted hair. At least someone had tucked
me warmly into my sheets. Light streamed into the room, much brighter than normal, which meant it was later than normal…
Wait a second…
My fond recollection of last night’s events was shattered by a grim realization: it was Monday. And not just any Monday, but the one Monday I was supposed to be up early for:
Delivery day.
Oh shit!
I flung off the covers and ran straight to the bathroom. Rather than take the long, scalding hot shower I loved so much each morning, I dragged the soap quickly over every square inch of my body — and some parts twice — before rinsing off as fast as I could.
It was unbelievable, that I’d forgotten such an important thing. That after spending the last of my cash on the last of our needed supplies, I was wholly unprepared for it.
I flew downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I expected to find the kitchen an absolute mess. Remnants of last night’s dinner. Dishes and bottles scattered across the table I’d just been so thoroughly, gloriously fucked on.
Instead, everything was spotless. The leftovers had been cleaned up, the pots and pans scrubbed and put back in their place. There wasn’t a single dish in the sink. Even the garbage had been taken out.
“Whoa.”
I pulled my wet hair up into the tightest ball I could, and stuck a pen through it. It probably looked like shit. Usually my bun game was strong, but I hadn’t even had coffee yet. And that was a problem that needed to be remedied before anything else.
I turned, took three steps, and stopped dead in my tracks. The coffee maker was already primed, set up, and filled with water. There was a tiny post-it note near the start button that said ‘PUSH ME’.
“Oh my God they’re absolutely perfect…” I breathed out loud.
Slamming the button, I braved a look outside. The trucks hadn’t come yet. One would be lumber, the other loaded with two pallets of mortar mix. There would be fasteners, too; bolts, nails, screws. A couple of insanely expensive engineered I-beams, that would span the gap between—
