The Spell of Three

by Casey Morgan

  I got up on all fours on the bed and grabbed Brody’s cock, his stiff hard unit. I warmed my hands and stroked his rod. Thinking about the speed spell he cast earlier, I cast one on my hand and watched it blur. I was pulling and tugging on Brody’s cock hard and fast.

  “Fuck!” he grunted. “Oh fuck, Shanna. Slow down, Lass, you’re going to make me come!”

  Ryan got behind me and started licking and tonguing my pussy and ass. I moaned and took Brody’s dick in my mouth.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he muttered, leaning back slightly and rolling his eyes back into his head. “Don’t stop for anythin’!”

  Ryan slipped on a condom and started teasing my lower lips with his cock. He moved it up and down my slit. He teased my asshole and then rubbed it in circles on my clit.

  It was driving me insane! The entire time, I was moaning into Brody’s cock, trying not to squeal too loud. I pressed my face against Brody’s rock-hard abdomen and tickled his nuts with my tongue.

  “Oh! Oh, God,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Ryan. Please! Put it in me.”

  Ryan teased me a little while longer. It was maddening. Finally, just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, he pushed his steely shaft all the way in, balls deep.

  I froze up, feeling every inch of his rod pushing into my sensitive pussy walls. I was just on all fours, staring dumbly ahead with my mouth open. My pussy felt so full.

  “Oh… Oh…” I cooed.

  Brody took my open mouth as a cue to put his cock back onto my tongue. I gladly accepted it and looked up at him. He started to fuck my mouth. When Brody pushed his cock into my mouth, the movement sent me back harder onto Ryan’s cock.

  Steadying himself on my head, Brody slowly increased his rhythm, as did Ryan on the other end. They were both fucking me at the same time and it felt amazing. All I could do was moan and gag, but I didn’t want it to end.

  Finally, Brody came. Torrents of thick, white cum shot from his engorged cock into my mouth and down my throat. I eagerly drank his sperm. It energized me and made me feel alive. I was his in that moment, and he was mine.

  Ryan let loose soon after and I felt his condom fill up inside me. I was both of theirs. He slammed his cock and hips into me, hard. The roughness of it pushed me over the edge and I started to orgasm too.

  “Ah! Oh, my God,” Ryan strained, his moans and gasps matching my own.

  He was obviously trying to keep his moans relatively quiet too, but it was difficult. Our chemistry was undeniable and our lust unquenchable.

  He grabbed me by the hair with his big, strong hands and pulled my head back as he pumped every last ounce of his essence into me. I came, and I cried. It was so beautiful.

  We three fell to the bed and into each other’s arms. Lying there, we all just breathed and said nothing.

  What was there that we could possibly say? Our group was an item now, a thing. If we didn’t protect what we had, people would try to tear us apart. Maybe it was because they were so old fashioned, or maybe it was because they were insecure.

  Yet, I think it was jealousy. They were envious of our love. Young love is a force of nature, as powerful as magic. Good people see it and smile and remember it, while the others — the bitter, resentful souls — seek to destroy it. They want to pull people down and make them as miserable as they are. But I was determined not to let them.

  Chapter 17

  Shanna

  Before long, we were at it again. Ryan rolled on top of me, letting me feel some of his strength and weight. He kissed me deeply, running his tongue around my lips and the roof of my mouth. I twisted my tongue with his, ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair, and then massaged his pointed ears as we kissed.

  Brody ran his tongue up the middle of my thighs. It tickled and felt good at the same time. He opened my legs wider and wrapped them around his waist.

  I locked my feet, so his body was trapped in my legs. Brody reached out and danced his fingers in a spell, so that a condom flew off the nightstand and into his waiting hands.

  This time, Brody was behind me and Ryan was in the front. I lifted up Ryan’s shaft and tasted my own juices as I licked his big cock. Brody slid in and out of me, making my walls quiver with delight.

  “That’s it,” I panted. “Just like that. I love having you inside me!”

  I tried to keep quiet, but it was hard. I wanted to shout out over the rooftops about our love — about this incredible feeling I had inside me. It wasn’t just the sex; it was this overwhelming feeling of comfort, warmth and belonging.

  “Oh, yeah, Shanna,” said Ryan, gently sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. “You feel so good!”

  As I sucked on Ryan’s cock into my mouth, he started fucking my face as his brother did. They got into a rhythm, back and forth. One man in, one man out, and then vice versa. I felt so full and tingly.

  I had to concentrate to repress my gag reflex and at the same time, Brody was making me twitch and writhe. It was an erotic balancing act that I took to like a mermaid in water.

  “Oh, look out!” moaned Ryan. “Here I come.”

  He exploded into my mouth. His load coated my tongue. I swallowed and sucked out all the rest. At the same time, Brody pushed in, balls deep. My pussy muscles tightened, and he came, filling up the condom.

  “Fuuuuuck,” he moaned. “Oh, shit. My God!”

  I couldn’t talk; I just moaned in pleasure. The orgasms were making me a little lightheaded now. We fell back on the bed, drenched in sweat, panting. I couldn’t get enough of this. I really couldn’t.

  I was just counting the minutes until I could start up with them again. I wanted it to go on and on forever, in our own magical happy ever after fairy tale, even though a part of me worried it was too good to be true.

  The three of us stared at the ceiling, just enjoying being close to one another. Our legs and arms were wrapped together.

  “I read a little bit online,” said Ryan, out of breath, “on polyamorous relationships.”

  “Poly-what?” asked Brody.

  “This,” said Ryan pointing to all three of us. “We’re not the only ones who have done it. People — other people – have, over the years. I couldn’t find anyone famous to cite, but — well, it was interesting reading.”

  “That’s good,” said Brody, nodding. “Maybe a bit of research will give us some ammo against the busybodies, ya know?”

  “I don’t care what they think anymore,” I said. “As long as I have you guys, we’ll be fine. We’ll back each other up.”

  I was touched that Ryan had looked it up, though. I could tell he was really into the idea of this working out, and so was I, although I had no idea how.

  Ryan raised his head and looked around.

  “I think we’re out of condoms,” he noted.

  “Forget the condoms next time,” I said. “I’m on the Pill and I trust you guys. How could I not?”

  “No condoms?” laughed Brody.

  He rolled over to face me, snuggling up to my side.

  “Oooh, you’re an adventurous girl, now, aren’t ye? Like a true Irish Catholic lass.”

  “Except God will have to forgive us for our sins,” I noted. “Our sexy, sexy sins.”

  “He’s God; it’s his job,” said Ryan. “It’s all good.”

  We laughed together. It was so weird to think that folk would be against this happiness. I guess this was the Old Country. Still set in its old ways. It was a long time before people could accept gay relationships, but they did now.

  So, why not accept this kind of love? As long as it was love, how could it be bad?

  We grabbed a quick shower and it quickly turned into more than a shower. Standing in the bathtub was a little tough, all three of us, but we made it work. I used the soap to clean the nice, already hard again cocks the boys were sporting. They made sure my breasts and crotch got plenty of attention with their soapy hands!

  Ryan kissed me passionately, while Brody’s big, manly fingers went in and ou
t of me. He was fingerfucking me as fast as he could, vibrating his hands and fingers at different frequencies. It felt so good, I just started coming all over his hand. I moaned into Ryan as our tongues explored each other’s mouths.

  Then the boys switched. Brody now fondled my breasts and tweaked my nipples, as his rough face kissed me. I traced my fingers down his light-brown stubble, which was darker now, due to the water.

  Ryan started fingerfucking me, by reaching from behind, while he stuck his tongue in my asshole. This additional surprise made me so wet! I squealed into Brody’s mouth as I came.

  “You boys make me feel so good,” I moaned. “Thank you for making me cum so many times.”

  “It’s not over yet, darlin’,” said Brody.

  Ryan stood up and Brody pushed his thick, hard cock inside me. Then Ryan, from behind, penetrated my asshole with his throbbing cock.

  Between them, I was helpless as they savaged my holes, pumping me with hard thrusts. I could feel their strength and I was powerless before it. It was so arousing to be physically dominated by them, with almost no effort on my part.

  I was more sure than ever that I wanted this to last forever. I just had to figure out how.

  “Oh, God! Oh, God,” I squealed. “Please keep fucking me. Oh, God! I just want to be fucked by you over and over, forever. Oh, God!”

  The boys had spent their loads a few times now and it was becoming longer and longer until they could cum. Lucky me! My walls were quivering for more, as I was stretched again and again.

  I was panting and holding onto Brody’s brawny shoulders as his cock thrust into me again and again. He massaged my breasts and sent little spark spells into my nipples.

  I was vibrating so much now that if the boys let go of me, I knew I would just fall. But I hadn’t the slightest reservation. They would hold me up. They would keep me safe.

  “Oh, God. This is it!” I cried. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum inside me now! Do it!”

  Brody was straining, and I could hear Ryan behind me doing the same. The condoms we used before prevented so much feeling. Now, I could feel their hearts racing through the veins in their cocks. They had to be as sensitive as my walls now.

  “Uhn! Uhnn!” grunted Brody. “About to… about to… Uhnn!”

  I felt him cum. The blast of warm cum filled me up. It was like a gift he was giving me of himself and he used all his strength to pump it inside me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and felt him tense up and pump it into me more.

  “Ooh. Oh, I—” muttered Ryan.

  Ryan also came. The cum inside my ass was a totally new sensation. It felt so much different than in my pussy. Deep within me, I was shaking and vibrating.

  I came harder than I ever had. It was an overwhelming feeling, like seeing a unicorn or something.

  I could tell immediately that all three of us had experienced something that went beyond mere sex. It was like a physical bonding of our souls in the act. We had pushed ourselves to the next level of orgasm and there still seemed to be room for other places for it to go.

  After rinsing off, we got out of the tub and dried off. I pulled the comforter off the bed and curled myself into it. We laid on the sheets, satisfied and tired. I think I actually fell asleep for a few minutes. Every once in a while, I felt an aftershock of pleasure inside me.

  Would someone tell my vagina it’s over? Ha! I couldn’t help but think.

  “I don’t think we should hide,” said Ryan suddenly, boldly. “You came here to go to the Turnip Festival, Shanna, and I think that should happen.”

  I nodded, looking over to him.

  “Okay, so what’s the plan?” I asked.

  “For what?” asked Brody.

  “The Turnip Festival,” I said. “What’s the plan?”

  “I think we should go,” said Ryan.

  “I know that, but what do we do when we get there?” I asked.

  “Enjoy ourselves. What else can we do? We just go and whatever happens, happens,” said Brody. “I don’t think we can plan anythin’.”

  “We could have a code word,” I suggested.

  “Code word?” asked Brody. “What for?”

  “Ya know,” I said. “In case we get into trouble and have to say something without saying it. If one of us says the code word, then the others will know they’re in trouble.”

  “Why don’t you just say you’re in trouble?” asked Brody.

  “Well, yeah, that works too, but—”

  “That’s what I would do,” added Ryan.

  “Guys! The code word is for something like, something you can’t say!”

  “Like what?” asked Brody.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s say you’re in a conversation. And you realize the person you’re talking to is dangerous or something. You might say the code word to signal to us that’s something up. Without letting that person catch on to the fact that you’re warning us about them.”

  “Okay, I’m in,” said Ryan, finally understanding. “What’s the code word?”

  “It has to be something that you could say in normal conversation, but not something you’d accidentally say,” I explained.

  “How about if we ask you to go for a pint?” suggested Brody.

  “No, that’s something you’d actually do,” I said. “What if you actually wanted to take me for a beer? I mean, I would hope that you would!”

  “How about we start saying all the world’s capital cities?” suggested Ryan.

  “That’s better, but it’s hard to work that into a conversation,” I said.

  “No, it’s not,” insisted Brody. “Constantinople, Washington D.C., Madrid, Paris—”

  “That’s not a real conversation you’re having,” I retorted. “It has to sound like a natural conversation.”

  “Why?”

  “Because otherwise you can tip them off!” I snapped. “Never mind. Look, the code word is blueberry. If you say blueberry, then something’s up, okay?”

  “What do I say for blueberries?” asked Brody. “Like, if I really want to have some blueberries?”

  “Say something else, like those berries or those blues,” I suggested.

  “What if I want some blueberries and then I forget?” asked Ryan.

  “You guys are making this way more complicated than it is,” I said, finally giving up. “Let’s just forget it, okay? Geez.”

  A few moments passed. Brody and Ryan could tell I was a little annoyed.

  “Blueberry,” said Brody.

  “Yeah, definitely blueberry,” agreed Ryan.

  Despite my exasperation, I had to smile. These guys of mine were too funny and loveable for me to stay annoyed at them for very long. And they had just given me the best sex of my life, so I had to forgive them for being difficult.

  Chapter 18

  Shanna

  I got ready for the Turnip Festival, trying not to be too nervous. My thinking was, we would just go and have a good time. People would see us having a good time and then conclude that we weren’t hurting anyone.

  And as long as we weren’t bothering anyone, most people would be fine with us. Right? Let the busybodies make the first mistake.

  Moving downstairs to the lobby, I found Ryan at the front desk talking with Sergio, the other witch who was staying at the bed and breakfast. It appeared to be some kind of argument.

  Ryan’s pointed ears were bright red and his posture was stiff. I half wanted to creep back up the stairs until it was over. They were definitely talking about us and our relationship.

  “But all I’m doing is asking questions!” implored Sergio, then turning toward me. “Ah! Here she is. Ms. McDonnell! I am very curious.”

  I walked down the last few steps and looked at the balding witch. “About what?” I asked, cautiously.

  Sergio rubbed his hands together. I had seen him do that before, so it must have been a nervous tick he had. He looked at me with anxious eyes.

  “Forgive me, but I was
asking your… friend here, Ryan…. I had heard the rumors in the village about your relationship with you and the brothers—”

  “Let me stop you right there,” I said, with a wave of my hand.

  Sergio mimicked my wave.

  “No, no, I don’t judge,” he insisted. “That’s not what this is about. I’m writing a novel. I find this relationship dynamic most fascinating. I should like to understand it and use it for my book.”

  “I already told him no,” assured Ryan.

  He looked down at the witch and frowned.

  Then, turning back to him, he said, “You can’t bother Shanna, either. This is a very private matter.”

  “Yeah, Sergio,” I agreed. “We’re already getting a lot of flak from the villagers. It isn’t something — You wouldn’t understand.”

  “But that’s why I ask!” he insisted. “If I understand, I write in my book, people read the book and then maybe they understand. Then some other group couple — They don’t have to go through all of this? Yes?”

  Sergio did have a point. If people were better educated about different types of relationships, then they wouldn’t be so hostile toward them. I mean, if there were famous characters in a novel that had a three-way love affair, people would just say, “You’re just like such and such or so and so!”

  It really wasn’t a bad idea.

  “Okay. I will answer some questions,” I relented. “But none of our names can be mentioned in your book.”

  Sergio wrung his hands again, but his eyes had an excited spark to them. He seemed to be so happy that I had said yes.

  “No names!” he agreed. “Discretion. Of course!”

  “I don’t know about this,” said Ryan, worriedly.

  I walked behind the front desk to stand next to Ryan.

  “Ask your questions, Sergio,” I said.

  Sergio pulled a little notepad out of his pocket and then a pen. Pen poised, he started his questions.

  “You three met at the same time? Or did you meet separately?” he asked.