Not Too Tall to Love

by Berengaria Brown

  “Well, we need to be down there by noon and we have to cook and pack up before that so maybe an hour,” argued Derek. “But I agree, plenty of time for a leisurely fuck. And this morning I want your ass.”

  “Oh good. I do like being the middle of the sandwich,” replied Corey, lust burning in his eyes as he looked at Derek and Andy.

  Having had two orgasms the night before, Andy was in the mood to play too, so she enjoyed teasing and tormenting the men, her hands here and there, never long enough to satisfy, just enough to crank up the tension. She kissed and licked at nipples, balls and mouths, first on Corey then Derek, careful not to follow a pattern or be at all predictable. Soon both men’s cocks were thick and hard and Derek was reaching for the condoms and lube.

  Andy was pushed onto her back on the sleeping bags, and Corey lay over her, sliding his cock into her hot, wet cunt. Andy sighed with the delight of his hard heat stretching and filling her.

  Then Corey lay on her breasts, his weight on his forearms, kissing her eyelids, her nose, her mouth as Derek stretched and lubed his ass.

  Derek slapped Corey’s ass hard a couple of times and Corey gave a little shiver of delight as Derek eased his way past the ring of muscles and inside.

  Andy grabbed Derek’s shoulders pulling him down firmly onto Corey so she could hold both her men at once.

  She lifted her legs high and rested her ankles on Derek’s back, remembering how Corey had liked that and hoping Derek did too. She loved the way the three of them were together like one hot body, so close and united in the act of sex.

  The men continued to take it slowly, kissing, licking and sucking each other and Andy, but gradually the speed increased as their desires rose. Andy dug her heels into Derek and thrust her hips up into Corey. The men thrust harder and harder, Derek into Corey and Corey into Andy, both stroking together, increasing the sexual tension enormously.

  Andy pushed her taut, aching nipples into Corey’s chest and Corey grabbed one and twisted it as he thrust deep inside her.

  “Yes!” screamed Andy, lifting her hips into Corey’s pelvis and digging down with her feet into Derek’s back.

  As her pussy walls rippled and milked Corey she felt him come and his response ignited Derek so the three of climaxed almost simultaneously.

  Derek bit down hard on Corey’s shoulder and let go of one of Corey’s hips to grab Andy’s breast.

  “Yes indeed,” he groaned.

  Corey put some water on to heat so they could at least wash their genitals in warm water, and the three snuggled together in the men’s joined sleeping bags as they waited for the pots to boil.

  Andy loved the feeling of being surrounded by hot, hard males. Their chests were like walls and their arms like iron as they pulled her firmly against themselves, and her head fitted perfectly in the hollow of their shoulders. In this lazy, quiet moment she felt cared for, cherished and encompassed by warmth. Something she’d never felt before, even in the best of her times with Perry.

  * * * *

  Well before nine the next morning they’d already eaten breakfast, packed up their equipment and were on the trail down to the parking lot. The three caught each other’s eyes and giggled as they passed a young family on the trail—a determined-looking man with a large backpack leading two young boys and his wife up the track.

  “Oh my god! If they had seen us last night,” whispered Andy.

  “Hell, yeah. He looks like the type who’d’ve called the cops,” added Corey.

  Andy blushed at the thought of them last night out in the open. Firstly, her sucking off the men then them giving her an orgasm in the river. Their actions had been most definitely X-rated rather than family-friendly entertainment. Laughing quietly, she walked on down the trail, noticing that Corey stopped once or twice on the way to pick up other people’s trash and put it in his bag.

  * * * *

  As he’d promised, Howard Clegg was waiting in the parking lot, leaning against the hood of his SUV. They’d passed two other groups of hikers on the way down, each walking at a brisk pace so presumably planning to get to and from the River in the one day. In fact, thought Andy, we were quite fortunate to have the place to ourselves on a Saturday night as people doing the walk over two days would presumably often do it across a weekend.

  * * * *

  The three men chattered on and off on the drive back to West Haggity, but Andy spent it mostly in silent thought.

  If they ask me to go home with them tonight, which they’ve sort of vaguely hinted at, I definitely will. But I have to be at work tomorrow so I’ll need to get some sleep, then get home and do the laundry and unpack and get ready for work…

  But what if they just blithely wave me goodbye? I really like them. I want to keep seeing them. I definitely want more of the sex. But it’s more than that. I feel connected to them. Not love—well, not yet—but connection, definitely. So how will I deal with it if they just cut me off? What will I say? What will I do? I have to be strong, Not go all teary and whiny. But if they do, it’s going to hurt…

  * * * *

  Howard was still talking happily as he dropped them off. Fortunately he had to be somewhere else later that afternoon, so he just lifted Andy’s pack from the SUV for her then said his goodbyes and pulled out of the parking lot.

  As Andy put her backpack in the trunk of her car, Derek and Corey moved up on either side of her, until their bodies were almost touching hers.

  “We want you to come home with us tonight,” said Derek.

  “Please,” added Corey.

  “We want to be inside you together again.”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  “We also want to get to know you better.”

  “Find out your likes and dislikes. Do stuff together other than hiking. But definitely more fucking.”

  Derek looked eager. “Hell, yeah, lots more fucking.”

  Andy gasped at the intensity and heat coming off them both. “More fucking sounds good. Getting to know each other sounds good too. But I have to go to work tomorrow, do laundry, unpack, stuff—”

  “Well in that case we’d better have an early night so you can get up in good time. And we’ve missed lunch so we’ll pick up some pizza on the way home and have an early dinner,” said Derek.

  “What kind of pizza do you like?” asked Corey.

  “N-no anchovies or olives,” replied Andy, in a daze at how fast things were moving.

  “Excellent. Follow us,” said Derek, loping across the parking lot to their car.

  Corey leaned over and brushed a light kiss on her mouth before jogging after Derek.

  Feeling a little overwhelmed, Andy got into her car. Well, hey, they still want me so I must have done something right.

  One of them must have phoned ahead for the pizza because when they pulled up at the store Corey ran inside and was out again in a few minutes, three boxes in his hands. Then five minutes after that they were turning into a long driveway in one of the nicer suburbs.

  The house was a long, low, ranch-style building in white clapboard, with a gray roof. The windows were picked out in the same gray as was the front door. A large tub of pink geraniums gave a touch of color to the front porch.

  The garage door opened into a three-car garage with one car already there and Corey jumped out of their car again to wave her in beside them—then Derek closed the door. “Don’t bother about bringing in your backpack. You definitely won’t be needing clothes,” he said, pulling her to him for a hungry kiss.

  “But first, food—I’m starving,” yelled Corey.

  “Yeah, me too. Breakfast was a long time ago and porridge three days in a row is a very boring menu,” remarked Andy.

  Corey had ordered three different styles of pizza. The lovers relaxed around the polished teak kitchen table sharing slices and chatting about everything and nothing as they had on the hike. The laughter and easy-going camaraderie pulled at Andy’s heart strings. Oh, I do like these men. I do enjoy their company. I want to
stay friends with them.

  Finally, Corey stood up and pulled her into his arms. “We want to both be inside you together again. Are you still sore?”

  Andy’s pussy clenched and her panties dampened with need at the sound of his husky voice. “No, I’m fine. I want that, too. Very much,” she whispered.

  The men each took one of her arms and showed her to their bedroom. It was a large room with a big sliding glass door leading out to a heavily-treed backyard.

  “We like to leave the curtains open and this way we have privacy as well,” said Derek.

  Andy nodded, her heart pounding and lust raging through her at the thought of them both together inside her again. Even if this is our last night together I’ll have this memory. I’ll make sure it’s a good one, too.

  Unconsciously she nodded then turned to Derek, unsnapping his jeans and pulling the zipper down. She freed his cock and ran her hand over it possessively. Then she turned to Corey and did the same.

  “Shall we get undressed then?” she suggested.

  “Shit, yeah,” said Corey, almost tripping over trying to pull his jeans down without taking his boots off first.

  “You, too,” said Derek.

  Within moments there was a tangled heap of clothing on the floor and three bodies tangled on the bed.

  “Lie on your fronts. I want to play,” said Andy.

  The guys grinned at each other and complied. She pushed their hips and legs together then sat across the four legs. To their utter amazement she started using their asses as bongo drums, humming “O Fortuna” from Carmina Burana as she did so.

  For the first half-dozen bars of the song the men lay there, apparently totally stunned. Andy was so very excited by what she was doing. Her pussy was dripping cream across the tops of their thighs and her butt was wiggling from side to side as she played her ass-bongo drums. She figured she was hitting them hard enough to create a sting but not hard enough to hurt—just a very erotic sharp tap on each strong beat of the music.

  “God, that’s hot,” groaned Corey. “I’ve got such a boner!”

  “Oh, yes,” agreed Derek, obviously rubbing his cock on the sheets—she figured he was trying to ease the ache in it.

  Andy found herself getting hotter and hotter. Those two yummy butts were crying out to be licked and bitten as well as hit, so from time to time she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over one or the other. And her nipples were aching so she bent lower and lower to scrape them on the butts too. Unconsciously she swayed with her humming and managed to drag her hot and needy clit against a thigh.

  That was all it took. In one swift movement both men twisted around, grabbed her before she could fall and dropped her face down on the bed. Corey held her wrists together over her head in one of his big hands, while Derek administered a stinging slap to her ass. Much as the men had been doing, she scraped her body on the sheets, aching for release as Derek spanked her another half-dozen times. Then Corey joined, in slapping her thighs near the join with her body. Twice on each side. Derek gave her a final slap on the ass, causing more of her cream to flood from her pussy.

  Derek grabbed lube and condoms from the nightstand and rolled on the latex, then lay on his back and pulled Andy over to his body. She sat up and slid down over his cock, her channel so hot and wet and swollen it was exquisite torture taking him. Then automatically she lay on his chest so Corey could spread her ass cheeks and lube her hole. He began by kissing and biting the rim, causing all the nerves there to fire up to attention. Daringly he thrust his tongue inside her hole and licked around the rim. Andy shuddered at the hot, exciting feeling of him. Never have I even dreamed of a man licking me there. Her head was spinning with the dark excitement of the act.

  Corey squirted lube into her ass and massaged it into the walls with one and then two fingers. By the time he inserted a third finger she was moaning and panting, already on the verge of coming. Derek grabbed her mouth and kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans. His tongue played around inside her cheeks, along her teeth, on the roof of her mouth. Andy’s need to come heightened at this sexy byplay.

  Corey kept a hand hard on the small of her back as he pressed his cock into her dark channel. He licked along her collarbone and nibbled on an earlobe as he slowly pushed past the ring of muscles and popped into her rectum. Then he slid deeper and deeper into her ass until she knew he could feel Derek’s cock just on the other side of her thin membrane.

  Corey kneeled up a little and let her lift slightly to give Derek space to thrust into her.

  The men plunged into her together and Andy came. “So full, so tight, so perfect!” she screamed as the climax raced through her body from her cunt, up her spine and out her limbs. Both men stilled and rode out the waves and ripples with her, Derek gritting his teeth to maintain his control not to come. As the aftershocks died down they began pumping again together. In together, out together, very slowly but still strongly.

  Andy gripped Derek’s shoulders as, unbelievably, instead of her orgasm dying, it kept rippling through her, although on a lower level. The men maintained a steady pace and still her womb clenched and rippled gently, milking Derek’s cock and tingling every nerve in her spine.

  “I can’t hold on. She’s killing me,” gasped Derek.

  “Me too,” affirmed Corey and both men thrust faster and harder but still together.

  Andy felt herself rising to an even higher peak. Higher than she’d ever been before. With a piercing scream she exploded into the hardest orgasm of her life, her whole body arching and shaking with the force of it. Derek exploded with her and Corey immediately afterward.

  Andy’s body was still shaking with aftershocks as she whispered. “That was awesome. Thank you.”

  “Nah, it’s you who’s awesome,” said Corey, turning her head to kiss her passionately.

  “Oh yeah,” added Derek, joining his mouth to both theirs in a clumsy, messy, incredibly sexy kiss. Each person could taste and feel the other two and the men’s tongues were darting everywhere.

  “Wow! I never would have believed any of that was possible,” she gasped as she broke away to catch her breath.

  “Honey, with you, there is nothing that’s impossible,” said Corey.

  Derek nodded solemnly. “That’s absolutely true.”

  Chapter Seven

  The men rolled Andy between them, cleaned themselves and her up a little with warm washcloths, and then snuggled together to sleep. Andy was totally exhausted from such a hard climax and she could tell the men were feeling drained too.

  They all slept deeply but woke early the next morning. Andy was in a rush to get home and get organized for the workday but she was also edgy about what would happen next.

  She showered quickly and got dressed in yesterday’s clothes, ready to leave.

  “Let me cook you a proper breakfast,” said Corey.

  “No, I have to get home, do laundry, unpack…” Andy’s sentence trailed off.

  “Well at least let us pick you up tonight and take you out for a real meal,” added Derek.

  Her heart suddenly much lighter, Andy smiled and gave them her address.

  “Is 7:00 p.m. good?” asked Corey.

  “Sure,” she replied.

  “See you then,” said Derek, walking out to her car with her.

  * * * *

  Andy unpacked, put a load of laundry into the washing machine, had another shower and got ready for work in record time, her brain humming, They want to continue the relationship, they do, they do.

  It was only as she’d almost arrived at work she realized she had no idea what she should wear that evening. Do they mean pizza or a classy restaurant? A nice dress or simply clean jeans?

  Since she’d had several days off work her in-tray was overflowing and her brain was fully occupied with her job all day. A few of her friends asked about the hike and she was able to talk intelligently about the scenery but she had to bite her lip not to mention the hunky company and amazing sex the hik
e had also gifted her with.

  For most of the drive home she was mulling over the issue of what to wear until it dawned on her that since she was being picked up at her apartment she could just change if she needed to.

  Very relieved at that notion, she dressed in tidy pants and a top and laid out a dress and sandals in case she needed to change.

  Promptly at seven her doorbell rang and there was Corey, holding a single perfect rosebud, and Derek holding a crystal bud vase.

  “Thank you,” she said. “Come in while I put it in water.”

  The men followed her through her small living room, furnished with a deep gold sofa, deep gold curtains, and a gold and green rug, into her tiny kitchen with a bright yellow blind and a yellow-painted door to the pantry.

  She ran water into the vase then added the flower, sniffing the heady scent, and placed it on the counter top, then turned and looked at them. They were both casually dressed so she heaved a mental sigh of relief.

  “Ready?” asked Derek.

  “Yep,” she replied walking back to the front door.

  “No purse?” asked Corey.

  “Wallet in my back pocket. I hate purses,” she replied.

  “My kind of woman,” said Corey.

  * * * *

  The restaurant was about a half-hour drive from her apartment, in a nicer neighborhood than where she lived, but it was a casual place with a warm, friendly atmosphere and a wide choice of menu. They argued happily about what to order, finally deciding on several platters to share.

  While they sipped drinks and waited for the food to arrive Corey asked, “How about a twenty questions kind of thing to get to know each other better?”

  “Sure,” she replied, but making a few mental reservations about what she might reveal.

  “Favorite color? asked Derek. “Red like your knickers or gold like your living room?