by Sierra Brave
“Ah, ah, ah, ah…” She panted, her body limp as a three-day-old hairdo while she waited for her respiration and temperature to adjust.
Tommy’s face loomed above Trisha’s eyes, his solid jaw and chiseled features animated by a sexy, sideways smile. Licking his glistening lips, he moved closer, the flickering candlelight illuminating his dilated pupils before his lips crushed down against hers. As if dying of thirst, she opened her mouth, drinking in all the passion he poured into her. She moaned, catching Ken’s gaze as Tommy moved away.
“Ken,” she called, needing to join lips with him, too. Her eyes implored him as her legs trembled. Her heart danced as he neared. His long eyelashes fluttering as he opened his mouth, he brought his lips to hers. His tongue darted into her welcoming mouth to twist and twirl, stoking her fire and refusing to allow her burning lust to die down.
As her strength returned, Trisha lifted her arms, wrapping them around Ken’s neck, pushing into the kiss, her tongue frolicked with his until he broke for air. Trisha murmured breathlessly, craving him still.
“More to come.” Ken brushing his lips across her shoulder. Tommy manhandled her body, positioning her as he pleased. He scooted behind her back, pulling her between his legs and slipping his arms around her waist as he sat upright. His breath warmed her ear as he whispered, “Spread your legs for Ken.”
“With pleasure.” She moved her knees and reached out her hand to beckon Ken forward. “I want you.”
Tommy stroked her pussy, his pointer and index fingers parting her wet seam and holding her folds open. She leaned back and released the tension in her body as she rested her back against his chest. He held her cunt ready while his free hand grasped below the back of her knee, he elevated her leg. Cradled in his scent and warmth, comfort and security surrounded her as she eagerly waited to join her body with Ken’s.
As he drew closer, she surveyed Ken’s slender, well-muscled charms. Drawing long, slow breaths, she licked her lips, her hand rubbing her neck. Hurry! Oh please! Her hot, dripping wet pussy ached for him. She needed her empty tunnel filled and full. The waiting was painful, but Trisha could hardly complain after seeing the ravenous look on Ken’s face as he eyed her body up and down as if he were an insatiable wolf.
“Ken.” She stroked his cheek. His gaze left hers for a second as he wrapped his palm around the root of his shaft and positioned the head at her entrance.
“Whoa,” Tommy cautioned. “Get a condom.”
Ken’s eyes widened a tad. “Got ahead of myself... Thanks.” He tore the wrapper and then sheathed his erection before repositioning himself, moving in close.
His fresh scent and body heat enticed Trisha to spread her legs wider. She sighed contently as the head pierced her, and as Ken pushed deeper, burying his dick deep inside her, she moaned. “Ahhhh!”
“Mmm,” he murmured, opening one eye. “Warm...snug.”
The corners of Trisha’s lips turned upward at the high praise. “Thanks, Cowboy.”
“Welcome,” he whispered with a smirk, pulling back slowly before pushing inside again. His acceptance of the nickname made her tummy turn a somersault. She reached her arms around Ken’s torso, pressing her fingertips into his shoulder blades, holding him close. While snuggled between her boys, she reveled in their near oneness.
Tommy speckled Trisha’s neck with fresh kisses as Ken torqued up his engine, moving his hips faster. “Aaahhh!” She moaned as he hammered into the special spot deep inside her, releasing a fierce jolt of ecstasy. Slam, slam, slam—Trisha writhed as Ken gifted her with the intense thrill over and over. Tommy caressed her breasts, his arms wrapped around her torso. Her legs quaked as the exhilaration peaked. Ken whispered her name, burying his face in her shoulder as her orgasm burst forth. As she clenched around his cock, her toes curled under. He pushed deep, tensing his muscles and grunting as he came.
After Tommy moved from behind her, Trisha reclined against the mattress and Ken rolled on his back. “Catch your breath.” Tommy rubbed a firm hand across Ken’s sweat-covered torso. He dipping forward and planted a kiss on Ken’s forehead before turning his attentions to Trisha.
“Idiot.” Ken choked out the word half-heartedly, admonishing Tommy in a breathy whisper.
Trisha panted, her chest heaving. “You two are making my wildest dreams into reality. I was so scared you would reject the idea of the three of us.” Ken’s eyes blinked open, drawing air in through his nostrils too rampantly to respond.
Tommy shrugged. “It’s new, but it feels right, especially with you at the center.” Trisha averted her gaze as she smiled. After hearing him put the aura whirling around them into words, her heart pounded and her eyebrows lifted and rounded as she grinned.
“I want you.” She turned her gaze toward Tommy while running a hand along the side of his cheek.
“You’ve had me for a long time now.” The color of his cheeks deepened as he grinned. She bent her knees and raised her legs, readying herself for his entrance. Tommy leaned forward, pushing her arms above her head as he tasted her lips, pecking first before crushing down, his tongue insistent, delving and then whirling against hers. Saliva swirled as they devoured each other. She broke for air, her chest heaving as sweat misted her body. He sat upright on his knees. He stroked his cock, spreading his pre-cum over the tip as the lengthy beast stalked her opening. Tommy rubbed the bulbous head between her folds to marinate in the juices of her soaking wet pool.
Trisha took a deep breath, bracing herself. “Umph,” she grunted as the massive dome stabbed into her.
Tommy stilled, stroking her hair. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Is it all right for me to keep going?”
The pink nubs of her breasts stiffened as she rested her hands over her heaving chest. Tommy’s cuteness stole any self-control she’d been able to reserve. “Yes, God yes, fuck me senseless. She pursed her lips, forbidding her wicked tongue to spout all the dirty things she would let him do. “Oh!” Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as his shaft pushed inside her welcoming pussy. Ken had pinpointed her sweet spot and throttled the sensitive area while Tommy took his time and filled her completely, stretching her limits. She closed her eyes milking the powerful sensation, allowing her senses to linger in each second as long as she could.
“Oh fuck!” Tommy gasped, suddenly pulling out without warning. “I am such an idiot!”
She whimpered as he snatched away the comfortable sensation of having been stuffed full, abandoning her pussy to the cool air. “What’s wrong?”
“Moron told me to use a condom but forgot his,” Ken answered for Tommy between long draws of air.
Trisha snickered, shaking her head. “That sounds about right.”
Tommy separated one gold foil packet from the train before tearing it open. She reached out, taking the condom from him. A smirk played across her lips as she read extra-large printed on the packaging. She imagined a lot of men choose the brand to stroke their egos, but Tommy needed the additional room. While pinching the receptacle, she rolled the latex over his erection before relaxing back against the sheets. Teasingly slow, she lifted and spread her legs again. Tommy moved between her lower limbs post-haste, reentering without fanfare or warning and leaving her gasping.
“Oh! Sorry! Sorry!” He stilled.
“Don’t be sorry.” She wrapped her arms around him, clutching his ass. Tommy pushed deep within her. As their legs entwined, his hot hard pectorals, slick with perspiration, compressed her breasts, scrubbing against her nipples as he watched her face. Muscles deep within Trisha’s sex, never used before, adapted and tensed for his length as Tommy surprised her, pushing even deeper while balancing on his forearms. Holy shit! She took a deep breath, digging her nails into his flesh. Tommy snarled before throwing her a predatory smile.
He leaned closer, his mouth by her ear. “I’m going to wear you out tonight.” Trisha closed her eyes, excited for him to try. He bucked his hips at a slow, leisurely pa
ce. She scraped her fingernails down his back before cupping the strong, lean contours of his ass again.
“Mmm, feels nice.” Tommy purred into her ear before pulling back and gyrating in a slow, circular motion.
Nice wasn’t the word Trisha would use. Fantastic, amazing, or even earth-shattering came much closer to the truth. She rocked her pelvis, matching the rhythm in harmony with his powerful movements. He increased speed, and her breathing grew erratic. Her previous orgasm had left her cunt’s every nerve-ending primed and ready for more.
Ken stirred, rolling onto his side to face them. He reached out, placing his palm on Trisha’s stomach. Tommy repositioned his body, allowing Ken more access. Tommy’s thrust remained strong and steady as Ken traced a figure eight on Trisha’s skin. She cooed, enjoying the added tactile sensation. Ken’s palm trailed past her navel to the swollen bud crowning her slit. He rubbed her clit in a circular motion, stimulating her arousal to new heights. Trisha moaned, no longer in control of her treacherous body and voice. Her men had her unable to lie still, squirming and twittering, overwhelmed by the sexual energy and aching need. Her legs shook, her ass clenched, and she grasped Tommy’s firm but pliable flesh. “Fuck! I’m going to come!”
Her face burned hotter than her body even as her skin sizzled like bacon in a skillet. Tommy drove into her hard as Ken caressed her throbbing bud with increased tempo, sending her body into spasms. As her senses hit overload, Tommy grabbed the base of his condom and pulled out. Trisha clenched her jaw, groaning as a burst of orgasmic fluid followed. She panted like a wild animal. “What the hell was that?”
Tommy chuckled. “A special skill.”
Ken dipped in, planting a kiss on her lips. “No anatomy and physiology lessons right now.”
Tommy smirked. “We just introduced you to your G-spot.”
Trisha panted. “That kicked ass!” As Ken and Tommy devolved into a fit of laughter, Trisha propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze falling upon Tommy’s cock. She pointed at the loaded gun. “What’s going on there?”
Tommy and Ken exchanged looks before sharing more laughter. “Well, sweetheart, that’s an erection. Tommy’s sarcasm would have earned him a kick to the head if he hadn’t just made her come so hard.
Snickering, Ken joined in. “A big one.”
“Jackasses! You know what I’m asking.”
“I held back.” Tommy shrugged, lifting his chin, a smug smile on his lips.
“Should I be scared?” She eyed him cautiously.
“I kind of am,” Ken pointed at Tommy’s pulsing dick. “Keep that away from me!” As the color drained out of Ken’s face, Tommy couldn’t keep a straight face.
“I have plans for this.” Tommy pointed at the twitching cobra before grabbing Trisha by the shoulder and rolling her over. “Get up on your knees, Trish.”
She complied, balancing with her palms and elbows against the mattress while raising her ass higher than her head. She moaned fondly as Tommy’s thick cock penetrated her and pushed back to satisfy her pussy’s craving for more friction. A warm palm rested on her back. “Hold steady.” Tommy’s voice resonated in her ears and guttural noises caught in her throat. Ken, scoot in front of her.”
Huh? Trisha’s addled brain struggled to visualize Tommy’s game plan until she came eye to eye with Ken’s rebounding cock. She smiled, licking her lips, eager to show off her skills and taste Ken’s essence. She tongued the head, pressing the tip against the base, teasing the tiny opening before circling the swelling cap with a dripping swirl. She arched her back more, forcefully grinding back against Tommy as if she were a bitch in heat.
Ken’s erection twitched between her lips as she engulfed the first inch. The pressure of his cock against her tongue and the taste of him made her pussy so wet, cream ran down her thigh. His tawny skin tightened as he surged, recovering further from his recent release. Ken’s moans rang in the air above as she slathered his length with warm saliva while gently suckling. Not missing a beat, she lifted her gaze to witness Ken’s enraptured expression. Feeling empowered, she engulfed him as far as her throat would allow. He groaned loudly, fisting his hand in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and slurped, drawing on his cock as if the shaft were a straw.
“Holy fuck!” Ken grunted, his eyes closing and his chin lifting before his smile widened.
Tommy gripped her hips, squeezing with enough pressure to let her know who was in charge. He yanked her toward him, driving his cock deep. He bucked his hips in time with the movement of his arms pushing her forward as he pulled back. Over and over again, he fucked with relentless rhythm. Her pussy filled to overflowing with long, fat cock, she groaned each time he tugged her into a mighty thrust, and she gasped for air each time he drew back for another go. She struggled to focus on Ken, mouthing his cock between her gasps and squealing howls.
Tommy repeatedly rammed against her g-spot, his pelvis pounding against her folds as her pussy slurped him as deep as he could go. A third orgasm coiling in her lower belly, her cunt pulsed, hyperaware of every sensation. Her hair hung down on both sides of her face, flying in time with her movements as if curtains blown by the wind. An inferno blazed along her skin. The back of her neck sweltered, only finding relief as Tommy grabbed her mane like a ponytail, lifting the sweat-tinged stands as he pulled them like a rein. His aggressive lovemaking forced all manner of undignified sounds out of her mouth. She arched her back, lifting her hips and raising her chin. Ken’s rigid erection stood tall before her eyes, but she could only writhe in out-of-this-world pleasure.
After releasing her hair, Tommy squeezed his hands into the fleshiness of her hips, ramming her with abandon. She huffed and puffed while she scooted her elbow forward against the sheets. She grasped Ken’s shaft, tilting it toward her face and stretching her neck to regain some control. Tommy slowed, allowing her to engulf Ken’s cockhead with her mouth. She sucked him while she moved her cupped palm up and down his veiny length. Ken’s cock surged, palpating in her mouth. Tommy’s movements remained deliberate and unhurried but forceful, allowing her to keep her control while continuing to ratchet up the intensity.
Ken’s hips began to pump in time with her motion. She rolled the tip of her tongue up and down the shaft, taking note of every twitch and making use of the information. His cock responded, swelling between her lips. Ken’s hand rested on her head as he howled with pleasure. She hollowed her cheeks and was immediately rewarded by the sound of Ken’s low growling. He grunted as his cock surged, exploding toward her throat. After she swallowed every drop, she licked him clean. As soon as she released Ken’s spent dick, Tommy resumed his previous tempo. She gasped, her haze-covered brain unable to hold on to anything but the sensations brought by the relentless flood of hot, hammering cock coming her way.
Each time Tommy’s pelvis collided with her hips, a satisfying smacking sound accompanied the short-lived union. Trisha focused on the tightening within her belly. Time seemed to slow down and her mind went blank. Vaguely, she could hear the howling. The noise sounded like a banshee clawing at the window, but her raw throat soon forced the realization she, not the hurricane, was to blame. A bubbling, fizzing, electrical current crackled like a livewire beneath her skin as her muscles tensed and contracted. Her knees nearly buckled as she trembled at the feet of the gushing wave of euphoria breaking against her, battering her senses and leaving her body a bedraggled, out-of-breath mess.
She clawed into the mattress as the onslaught continued. Three more strokes and Tommy pulled her back hard, his dick straining to push farther when there was nowhere left to go. A sharp pain mingled with the pleasurable aftershocks, and she cried out. Tommy pulled back, carefully removing his dick. The fullness dissipated, leaving her cunt empty yet sated while her burning body crumbled, against Ken and the mattress. Ken moved, guiding her head to rest on his pillow. Her limbs relaxed, and she pressed the side of her face against the cotton material. Compared to her scorching skin, the fabric felt crisp and refreshing.
/> The mattress springs shifted beneath Trisha as her boys moved around, repositioning themselves in what way she couldn’t imagine. She drew air in through her mouth, attempting to catch her breath. Her body had betrayed her, turning her into an out-of-control she-wolf, and if her lust didn’t soon relinquish its sway over her, she feared every cell would disperse into tiny bubbles of erotic energy.
Ken stroked her hair as Tommy’s voice assured her the world would soon sync back up with her reality. Blinking, she focused on the blond’s face. He had collapsed next to her, resting on his side. Ken’s voice resounded in her other ear. Encircled by the dynamic duo, thoroughly immersed in their synergy, she closed her eyes.
“No, no,” Tommy scolded her, nudging her to keep her awake.
“Come on, on your feet.” Ken flipped her over on her back. “We’re keeping you up a little longer.” Trisha looked into his dark eyes, losing herself in their steely yumminess. She pressed her lips together, nodding breathlessly. Tommy hopped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a cool, damp washrag. He dabbed the cloth against her fiery skin, starting with her face and steadily working downward to clean her wilting flesh.
“Tinkle.” Her dry throat made her sound like a frog croaking. Tommy and Ken snickered at her choice of terms, but they snapped to attention, helping her stand. Each man clasping one of her hands, they led the way, twisting their three-astride line to fit through the bathroom door. The emergency flashlight left plugged into an electric socket provided the only light in the small room. Tommy turned on the faucet as Trisha sat down on the toilet. “Out.” She pointed toward the door. As much as she loved those two, some things were better left to the imagination.
