Their Lady Liberty

by Ann Cory

  “I want to get you off, too,” she urged.

  And he could hardly wait for it. “Not like this, baby. I’ve got a treat for you.”

  She pouted. “It’s scandalous the way you boys make me wait.”

  “Convince us you don’t like it,” he challenged.

  When she didn’t respond, Brandon couldn’t help but laugh. She was at their mercy.

  He withdrew his cock and helped her turn over to her knees, bringing her ass back toward him. With a large dollop of lubricant, he smeared it on his cock and all over her ass, making sure to use the fingers he hadn’t fingered her pussy with. The clear liquid highlighted her tight sphincter muscle, making it gleam. It was such a petite, tight thing. He added a little more lubricant to her anal hole and pushed one finger in carefully, sliding it in and out a few times.

  Liberty moaned. “Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard in the ass, baby.”

  He inserted another finger and spanked her.

  She gasped and he spanked her again.

  Satisfied she was ready to accept his length, he spread her ass cheeks and rested his cock against the puckered muscle. Like slicing through butter, his cock entered her, the tight chamber snug around his shaft. Brandon pushed in a little more as she moaned, rocking her body and mumbling to “fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.”

  He couldn’t hold back for much longer. The tightness of her gripped his cock like a clamp.

  Her fingers groped between her thighs, jiggling her clit. Neil positioned himself beneath her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Beyond aroused, Brandon could hardly stand to listen to her breathy moans and chants of tighter, faster, deeper. Muscles in her back rippled as she moved, wiggling her ass and pushing him close to the point of no return.

  “I’m going to come,” she whimpered. “Right there, I can’t hold back any longer.”

  Her hips buckled as a satisfied cry rang out from her contorted lips.

  Brandon had held back to make sure she climaxed first, but now he needed satisfaction, too. He rocked his hips forward, moving as quick as lightening. The tightness and friction of her ass only escalated the animalistic need.

  “Yes, yes,” he growled. He was so damn close. Blood pounded fiercely through his veins. Between the chorus of cries from Liberty and Neil for him to fuck her harder, and the bittersweet chokehold of her ass, he felt an amazing release rush forth.

  Through clenched teeth, Brandon howled and rode out the mind-blowing orgasm.

  Liberty glanced at him over her shoulder. Tiny hairs drenched in sweat clung along her face, and made her look even more luminous. “What took you so long, big boy?”

  He withdrew his cock and gave her ass another smack. She was such a sassy thing.

  “Come on, now. You know your pleasure is my number one priority.”

  She flashed him a knowing smile. “You guys really know how to please a lady.”

  “It’s all about you, baby. It’s all about you,” Neil chimed in.

  They stretched out their warm, slick bodies together on the mattress, Neil on one side of her and he on the other so she was sandwiched in. Her legs trembled violently, making the whole bed shake. She laughed out loud, a musical laugh that made her eyes crinkle.

  Brandon propped himself up on his elbow and traced her nipples with his finger. A thin layer of goose bumps coated her skin. She had a noticeable glow and it did something to him. Made him somehow love her more when he didn’t think it could be possible. He only wanted the best for her, and often wondered if this arrangement was it. Brandon worried he held her back from a different life. Other choices. Even he had doubts that a threesome could work out in the long term. Those doubts were few and far between, but they did pop up at his most vulnerable times. In the end he couldn’t imagine his life without Neil or Liberty in it. He had the best of both worlds, but he had to wonder, did she feel the same?

  His fingers trailed along her collarbone and up along her chin. “Are you happy, sugar? Be honest.”

  Her eyes shone like a thousand stars in a midnight black sky. “Do you have to ask? I’m always happy around my boys. I’m the luckiest girl I know.”

  He beamed with pride. It felt good to hear those words. “Cool.”

  Neil rolled up and reached for something underneath the passenger side seat. “Speaking of being happy, I bought us a brand new album,” he announced. “You guys want to see?”

  Brandon humored his friend. “Of course, man.”

  From a plastic bag, Neil pulled out an immaculate album cover. “Found The Ramones at a vintage record store. Mint condition, no scratches.”

  Liberty sat up too and held out her hands. “No way. Can I see?”

  Brandon contentedly watched their spirited interaction. Their days were filled with listening to good tunes, talking about all kinds of crazy shit, and engaging in some mind-numbing sex. They didn’t need much, not even a destination. They just needed each other.

  His gaze swung between the two most important people in his life. He counted himself fortunate to have Neil still in his life. There were times he worried the sickness would overcome him. He didn’t relish the idea of losing his best friend. And Liberty, man, he cared so deeply for that girl. His heart and soul belonged to her and he gave them willingly. From the day they met he knew no other woman would ever mean as much. They’d found a way to make it all work, and he was never more complete then when they were all together. Soon it would be official, and he couldn’t wait.

  “Hey, man. Did you want to check it out?”

  Neil’s voice cut into his thoughts as the album cover was thrust into his hands.

  He nodded and smiled at his friend. “Great choice, man, can’t wait to give it a listen. There’s nothing like the vinyl.”

  Liberty lay back down on the mattress, her body still buzzing from the good vibes the boys always left her with. They were her guilty pleasures. As Brandon and Neil rattled on about the Ramone’s album and their concert tour dates, she let her mind wander.

  When she’d first met Brandon, he’d been playing the guitar in his van. Her body had immediately started to sway in time to the music. The windows were down and the curtains fluttered enough in the cool afternoon breeze that she could see him. Handsome seemed an understatement, though in a unique sense. Her first thought was he had kissable lips. Full and sexy. He looked like a natural musician with his fingers sliding up and down the neck of the guitar, strumming effortlessly. His eyes were half-closed and he smiled with pride. It made her smile, too, just to witness the way music moved him. Liberty wondered if he carried the same passion for his music into other areas of his life. She soon found out indeed that was the case.

  When he began to sing, something gripped her and refused to let go. A voice she equated to peace and sensuality. The very elements she tried to live her life by. Each word from his lips touched a different part of her body. Caressed her in a way that only a lover could. Deep into her heart and soul. The most beautiful sounds emanated from inside the van and she would have listened forever had he not stopped. His gaze met hers for a brief moment, and while she willed her feet to move, she found herself frozen in place.

  He invited her inside and she immediately felt at ease. From then on they were inseparable. She found herself able to talk to him about everything. From small intimate thoughts to big ideas of the future. And he listened—truly listened to her, and it made her dig him even more. There was no judgment or worry that she sounded foolish. He’d stare at her with his steely eyes and make her feel like the only one, even in a crowded room. Shortly thereafter he serenaded her with songs he’d written. Songs he said that had come to him out of nowhere, but expressed his feelings for her.

  And while she loved all the time they spent together, their relationship blossomed more when they included Neil into their intimacy. And it wasn’t just the sex. It was the whole package.

  Right away she could tell there was something special about Neil. He had a quiet nature and looked at things with a
child’s eye. His humor had her laughing until tears streaked down her face. She fell for him, but in a very different way. It was a gentle love that teetered more toward friendship, where with Brandon it had more fire. Together they made the most perfect lovers any woman could ever ask for. She felt blessed to have them.

  In the beginning she worried about hurting Neil’s feelings when she and Brandon went off alone. But there were no hurt feelings. Their mutual respect for one another allowed them to sustain a mature relationship where they could love as two, or love as three. There were a few times early on when she noted a jealous streak in Brandon’s eyes, and during those times she made sure to give him extra attention.

  It wasn’t long before those jealous streaks vanished altogether. It comforted her because she wouldn’t dream of doing anything to come between them. Liberty had never seen two friends be closer. They would finish each other’s sentences and shared many of the same creative visions. She hated the way other girls treated Neil because he spent a lot of time unwell, as if he could do anything about it. If they’d seen the magic behind his eyes, they would’ve seen an amazing person with a strong spirit and a lust for life.

  Without it, without them, her heart would break. She vowed to stay true to the promise they’d made. The promise to always stay close. Love worked in strange ways, but it kept them together.

  The soft notes of the guitar brought her back and she turned her attention to Brandon. He was playing her favorite song and she knew the words by heart. Liberty closed her eyes and let the melody soothe her. As he sang, she imagined their future where they all shared a home. Nights spent lounging by the fire. A glass of red wine in their hands to toast another year together. It was a nice dream, and soon to come true.

  Liberty opened her eyes and watched his hands move across the guitar. How they stroked the silvery strings. She listened to the words he’d written just for her. About her. And mouthed the chorus along with him. The song would play in her mind all night long.

  When he finished, Brandon leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Think you’ll ever get tired of hearing that one?”

  “Never,” she whispered. How could she tire of the most beautiful sound in the world?

  Her curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask. “How’s the house coming?”

  His smile spoke volumes. “I give it another month. I needed to put in some extra hours at work so I’m a little behind. But you can count on moving in five weeks from now.”

  Liberty could hardly believe it. “If I knew anything about construction, I’d help you know.”

  He grinned. “Girl, you’d only be a distraction, and you could tack on another month of waiting.”

  “Oh, please,” she snorted.

  “Hey, it’s not my fault you walk this world as the queen of all seductresses. Oozing sexuality with each sway of your perfectly curved hips.”

  She laughed. “There’s your cock talking for you again.”

  All three shared a chuckle.

  Liberty sighed. “I can’t wait. Our very own beach house. Ours—I just love the sound of that. No more living in a dive of an apartment with a roof that leaks. Just the three of us together and plenty of rooms to get creative in.” Her mind drifted to sleek counter tops, atop the washing machine, and outside on a patio overlooking the beach at sunset.

  Brandon set his guitar down and stroked his chin. “I never thought my dream of building a house would come true. I figured it one of those things I’d say I’d do, but not follow through with. I have you guys to thank for the motivation and inspiration.”

  She felt a tear well in the corner of her eye. “Oh stop. I’ve told you before, you’re a master with those hands. No matter what you’re doing. I just wish I could help out more.”

  “Same here,” Neil quipped, his lips turned downward. “It would be nice to share duties. If my energy level wouldn’t change all the time, I’d be able to do more.”

  Brandon shook his head. “There will be plenty of stuff to do once we all move in. Honest, I’m doing fine.”

  Liberty could tell Neil was having a low moment. She didn’t want him to feel guilty and knew a change of subject would help. There was one sure-fire way to take his mind off of his illness. “Speaking of sharing, I can think of other ways to do your share, handsome.”

  Neil’s somber expression changed to curiosity. “What did you have in mind, sugar?”

  She took hold of Neil’s wrists and pulled him down onto the mattress.

  Liberty smoothed her hand along his chest. “Something that involves lubricant.”

  Chapter Four

  She smiled at the eager look on both of their faces.

  Brandon handed the bottle of lubricant over to her. “Dang woman, you sure know the right words to get a man’s attention.”

  Liberty eyed Brandon’s cock, impressed to see it already thick and erect. His smell, his eyes, and the energy he radiated—all of it ignited the fire of her femininity into a scorching blaze. But first she was going to get Neil riled up.

  She leaned over and slid Neil’s cock between her lips, sucking the tip of his head like a lollipop. He instantly went hard. Liberty slid her mouth up and back a few times, and then kissed the tip.

  “Now that’s how I like you,” she cooed and wrapped her hand tight around his shaft. “Rock solid.”

  Neil gave her an impish grin. “Do what you will with me. I don’t have enough strength in me to resist.”

  She snickered. His mop of dark hair made her want to reach out and tousle it. He had such a baby face, a huge contrast from Brandon who looked wise beyond his years. She often thought of the two getting it on with each other. Visions of Brandon’s cock thrusting into Neil’s ass. Neil’s cock getting sucked hard between Brandon’s lips. Their masculine grunts and moans swirling around her ears. Hell, the very thought got her more hot than any foreplay, and worked its way into many of her self-pleasuring fantasies late at night. She didn’t figure it would ever happen, but a girl could dream.

  Liberty handed Neil the lubricant and turned so her ass faced him. She bent over and shook her hips like a belly dancer.

  “Lube me up well,” she demanded.

  “Anything for you, you know that,” Neil answered, his voice deep and seductive.

  She liked the sound of that. “Oh, and prep me with a couple fingers, too. You’re so big.”

  Liberty didn’t have to look to know he wore a smile the size of North America. And he was big too, slightly bigger than Brandon, though they both stretched her pussy wide.

  The cool liquid tingled around her rim and sent a rush of goose bumps along her skin. As one of Neil’s fingers broke through the taut muscle, she worked to make herself relax. She was still sensitive from Brandon and his thick cock. Neil would push her to the limit. As his second finger pushed through, she moaned. Pure ecstasy. The feeling never ceased to amaze her. Neil paused a moment to let her adjust, and she fought to keep still.

  At one point she never thought she’d get into anal play, for fear of pain and possible tearing, but now she couldn’t do without it. The thought of such a forbidden place mixed with the heightened sensations pretty much sealed the deal. That and it allowed them to be together in ways they otherwise couldn’t. She also had the luxury of knowing they would never do anything to hurt her.

  Just as she started to get impatient for more, Neil pushed in a third finger. Liberty thought she’d go through the roof of the van. “Oh my god,” she moaned. Slowly she rode his fingers, her body shivering in excitement.

  Neil groaned deep in his throat. “You should see how hot your ass looks, all wet and shiny.”

  She wiggled her hips in response. “Bet it looks hotter with your cock inside it.”

  “Hell, yeah. Ready any time you are.”

  She straddled Neil’s legs, evenly distributing her weight, and sunk down until the tip of his cock rested at the entry of her anus. Deep breaths out, she took it little by little. Each blessed inch sent he
r into full-blown spasms. Neil’s cock was so big it stretched her taut. She bit her lip against the delicious searing pain until he’d filled her to the hilt. Mindless pleasure shot through her entire being.

  “Damn girl, you’re always so tight, just like the first time.”

  All she could do was whimper in agreement. With Neil’s help she slid up and down his cock, slow and easy. Shivers of pleasure covered her skin and her nipples ached from their hardened state.

  Brandon had been stroking his cock, patiently waiting. A look of burning need apparent on his handsome face. It turned her on to watch him handle himself. The way he brought his fist up and back, squeezing so tight. The way his muscles flexed in his forearm. She noticed a drop of pearly white liquid form at the head and her mouth salivated.

  He moved closer to her and crouched down until his cock was level with her clit.

  “You want this, babe?”

  Liberty licked her lips. Hell yeah she wanted it. She wanted it in her mouth, her pussy, even in her ass if it would fit along with Neil’s.

  “Always,” she answered breathlessly. “I’ll always want you.”

  His beautiful eyes smoldered. “And you’ll always get your way.”

  He reached out and toyed with her nipples. They were tight and begging to be pinched. As if he could read her mind, he wrapped his fingers tight around each plump bead and squeezed. Her body shook, adding to the intense sensations from Neil fucking her ass.

  “Yes,” she cried and bit her lower lip.

  He tugged them and squeezed harder. Tiny explosions started throughout her entire body, setting her on fire. In response, Neil rammed his cock faster, filling her impossibly wide. Liberty felt like a wild animal ready to pounce.

  “I want you inside me,” she begged, not caring how needy and desperate she sounded. “Please, I can’t take anymore. My pussy’s so wet for you.”

  Brandon released her nipples and gave each one a long slow suck. Her body shuddered and she cried out.