Now they were all nude, and although she knew it was probably the most wanton thing she'd ever done in her entire life—and would ever do—she reached down and carefully wrapped her hands around two of the finest cocks she'd seen in...well, in forever.
And by God it felt like heaven.
Ian groaned, leaning over to find her mouth with his. "Damn, Marielle. You're amazing." He whispered the words against her lips then kissed her, a strong, hungry kiss, opening her mouth and delving inside to learn her heat.
Tad, meanwhile, was doing some investigating of his own, his fingers caressing her pussy, and learning the spots that made her hips lift up eagerly of their own accord. His delicate caresses were urging her clit to rise up and her thighs to part wide in lascivious invitation.
She felt like a castle under siege and it wasn't long before she raised the white flag and surrendered completely.
They turned her, Tad behind her, his cock nestled firmly in her pussy lips, his fingers still toying with her clit. Ian shifted in the bed, his mouth reaching for her belly and his cock so near her mouth she couldn't help but lick her lips.
She touched him tentatively at first, then found herself hungry for him. He sensed her need and moved closer, offering her himself, stroking every part of her he could reach and watching Tad's hand in the low light of the lamp on the bedside table.
It was an amazingly erotic tableau; from Marielle's perspective there was a fine male cock in her mouth and another between her legs. The scent of these men was different, but alluring, and the feel of their hands on her nakedness a unique excitement that was pushing her thrill-o-meter into the red zone.
Ian was hard and thick, the flanged head of his cock responding with slight twitches to the flicks of her tongue, especially when she found the sweet spot beneath the head.
Tad was moving now, his cock sliding through her hot honey, his fingers dancing over her pussy lips like a concert pianist at the keys.
She didn't know whether to push back or forward, to suck or to breathe--or just to scream with the overwhelming sensations. She shook violently as a ripple of nervous pleasure burst over her.
The men slowly pulled away and shifted again, and this time Tad cradled her in his arms, his legs stretched either side of her like the arms of a warm chair. He held her almost her upright as he leaned against the pillows, his cock hard against the base of her spine.
Ian, for his part, stared eagerly at her pussy and within moments his shoulders were pushing her legs wide. "Oh yeah. I've been waiting for this." He lifted his head and Marielle could see the gleam in his eyes and the flush of pleasure rising over his cheeks.
At the first touch of his mouth, against flesh already made sensitive, she almost leaped from the bed.
"Ssshh...relax..." Tad calmed her, then reached around and cradled her breasts.
She wanted to point out that having her nipples teased while another guy was going down on her didn't really go very far toward soothing her nerves.
But Ian chose that moment to push his tongue into her cunt. Her throat snapped shut, rendering her mute with ecstasy.
It was surreal, incredible, sensual and damn near pornographic.
Marielle reveled in every erotic minute.
Ian's tongue defied description and he obviously loved eating pussy. He licked, sucked, teased and toyed, then plunged inside, flicking and stroking her inner places with a skill that defied description. He fed on her, lapping at her juices, nibbling on her swollen folds and then finding all the places around her clit with the delicate wetness of his lips.
The sharply amazing sensations were heightened by Tad, a man who might well be finishing up his latest book titled 101 Fun Things to do with Nipples. He seemed to know instinctively when a gentle fondle was required and also when a sharp pull, twist or tug heightened her arousal. Although if it got heightened much more, she'd do her own version of Mount St. Helens and erupt all over Newbury Street.
She tried to push Ian away as the sensations clawed at her cunt. "If you don't stop..."
"Come for us, darling." Tad slipped from behind her and lowered her down a little. "Come for us. This is only the first time. We'll make you come again. And again. Let go now so we can watch you..."
He kissed her, hungry mouth, eager tongue, hands finding her nipples once more, stealing her breath from her lungs.
She could feel Ian's mouth on her, blowing softly on flesh so tender and ripe she wanted to scream aloud around Tad's tongue.
"Let go, honey." Ian blew harder on her pussy lips and then thrust deep, his face buried against her, his tongue flicking its way into her wetness, his lips against her most sensitive spots.
She tore her face from Tad's and cried out, helpless to stop the orgasm that had begun to shake her spine. Her lungs seized, her body tensed into rigid immobility and she climaxed, gasping and mewling as great shudders racked her and every muscle seemed to go into spasm.
Her cunt flexed within her, empty still, in spite of Ian's oral talents. She ached, yearned, even as she exploded with closed eyes into a world of pure pleasure.
Descending from the peak, she felt hands moving her, turning her, and limply she followed their silent instructions. Flat on her back, she felt a body settle between her legs and knew, instinctively, it wasn't Ian any more.
She lifted her eyelids with difficulty and managed to focus—only to see Tad sheathing his cock rapidly and then lean in to her.
"Bend your knees, baby." Ian was beside her, one hand beneath her thigh, urging her to change her position slightly. "Let him go deep inside you."
Once more she obeyed, realizing that lying in such a way, Tad could splay her legs wide and everything she had, every bit of womanhood she possessed, was on display. She felt wanton and wicked. And completely sensual.
There was no shy concealment here. No question about who wanted what. It was basic, animalistic on several levels, and coming so son after her orgasm, it damn near blew Marielle's mind out the top of her head.
Ian put his head next to hers on the pillow and licked her ear, a tiny caress that seemed like a hand grenade to her over-stimulated body. "Watch him, Marielle. Watch Tad. He's going to fuck you, slowly, carefully—that's his way. He's going to make you come again, honey. And I'm going to watch you both."
She turned her head briefly, glancing at Ian's dark eyes, heavy-lidded and lit with a fire from within. His cheeks were flushed and taut, his body hard and his cock resting hotly against her flesh.
What a beautiful creature.
The simple thought ricocheted through her brain as she recognized the truth of it. She turned to Tad just as he entered her, hand on his cock, seeking the opening to her cunt. He was exquisite as well, all male, claiming his woman, fucking her, doing exactly what she wanted.
Her legs drifted wide and Ian rested an arm against the white silk inside one of her thighs. "That's it, sweetheart. Relax. Let Tad do the work."
And Tad did. Gentle and even strokes, in and out, in and out, his body a work of art, his cock a tool he used with the skill of a master.
Her nerves still hummed from her release, and she'd not expected anything more. So the sudden heightening of her tension, the renewal of that extraordinary excitement...it was a huge surprise and she opened her mouth in a silent "O" as she realized what was happening to her.
Her pussy was stretched wide, her clit being gently abraded by Tad's movements. He was big, tugging on her skin as he picked up the pace, adding another frisson of stimulation to places that were already simmering and ready to burst back into flame.
Losing herself once more, Marielle groped for Ian's hand, holding on to him as if she might really fly away this time. He gripped back, whispering things to her, erotic things, telling her how beautiful her pussy was and how he loved sucking her. How he wanted to do it again and how he wanted her to suck him as well.
It was talk she never imagined hearing, let alone responding to. But Ian found the right words at the right time.
She didn't feel dirty, she felt empowered. She was a woman with all requisite working woman's parts and she was going to satisfy two men tonight. If that wasn't feminine empowerment, then she wasn't sure what was.
To her surprise, she found herself talking back. "I want you to fuck me, Ian. I want Tad to make me come. I want you both in me and around me. I want to feel you and maybe hold you as you come. I want to be a part of you two the way you're a part of me. And I want Tad to move a bit faster or I might just have to kill him..."
There was a muffled snort of laughter from the man between her legs, and as she chuckled in response something clicked over inside her. She was having the time of her life. This was fun.
With that tiny confession, the Catholic schoolgirl part of Marielle's psyche hurried out the door and locked it behind her, leaving Marielle free at last to be the woman she discovered she wanted to be.
"Tad, fuck me. Make me come again..." She moved, wantonly pushing her pussy toward him.
He took the hint, thrusting faster, putting his hands beneath her buttocks and shifting her so that he could penetrate her completely. Once in position, Tad let rip and pounded against her, the slick sound of their colliding flesh punctuating the panting breaths Tad forced from her lungs.
He filled her and stretched her, abrading her inner surfaces with a savage and incredible strength that took her breath away again.
"Ahhh...God..." She cried out as sharp tingles seized her spine and her gut, churning their way through her body to her throat.
She came, a violent smashing cataclysm, robbing her of coherent thought. She knew her cunt was milking Tad with astounding ferocity. And she knew she had a death grip on Ian's hand. But her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and all she could do was lift her hips, offer herself—bare herself to these men in total sexual supplication.
It was the most wonderful experience, another in a day of wonderful experiences. But this one had taught Marielle more about herself than any therapist ever could.
Two men had reconnected her to her gender. And to herself.
Chapter Five
Ian was stunned and bedazzled by Marielle. They'd begun their night by playing with her, making sure she came and finally having Tad fuck her. After that, they'd all napped, the heat and the sexual arousal having taken its toll.
But within an hour or so Marielle had wakened refreshed, a red haired siren between them making no secret of what she wanted.
Ian had been roused by her lips on his cock. Tad had sleepily grunted and opened his eyes to see his erection cradled by a stroking hand.
She'd played with them, teasing them both, refusing to let them move away. She'd taken first one and then the other into her mouth, getting them slick with saliva and desperate for more. Finally she'd demanded they come, Ian in her mouth and Tad on her breasts.
It was the kind of thing he expected to see in a triple-X movie, not his bedroom. But it was a fantastic experience just the same. They swept Marielle into the shower and spent many delightful minutes simply playing. A hand here, a kiss there, a slap or two on that beautifully rounded ivory bottom.
They washed her and she reveled in the attention, arms above her head as she held her hair out of the water. It was a sybaritic experience, decadent and delightful. It reinvigorated them and he was astounded as Marielle called the play yet again.
"I want you both." She looked at them steadily. "Inside me at the same time."
Ian was sitting on the edge of the bed. He returned her gaze. "You know what you're asking?"
She nodded. "Yes. I've done anal before. Not very often, and it wasn't something I particularly cared for. But tonight...I want you both in my body. I want to feel you both. To know what it is to be filled with your cocks at the same time. I want that memory."
Ian watched her face, her eyes alive and brilliant, hiding nothing from them. This was a different woman than the one they'd waltzed with at the Steampunk Society meeting such a short time ago. That Marielle was reserved, distant and careful to keep everyone at arm's length.
This Marielle was demanding they both fuck her at once, in her cunt and her ass. Yep, good sex and a couple of eye-rolling orgasms sure changed things.
Tad gently kneaded her shoulders. "Are you sure, honey? Neither of us want to hurt you."
Her head moved in response to his informal massage. "I want this, Tad. Truly. You guys have already come, so you won't be quite as big this time around. We've got plenty of protection," she paused, waving her hand at the box of condoms and the scattered wrappers, "and I really want to try. Don't you?"
"Hell yeah." Ian let his dick do the talking for once.
Tad was more circumspect. "If we do this, you have to be comfortable. So do we. Ian, stop drooling and tell me if you've got any lube."
Ian blinked. Dismissing the can of WD40 under his kitchen sink, he thought about it. "I think there may be some in the bathroom cabinet. If it's not actual...um...anal lube, it's massage oil for personal places. That should work."
"Cool." Tad headed for the bathroom and emerged moments later with a small bottle. "Yeah, this is good." He looked around. "I reckon this will work best if you sit on the chair there." He pointed to a large armchair Ian used for reading sometimes when he couldn't sleep. It was padded and quite comfortable.
Since Tad had assumed the role of director, Ian went along with it. "Okay. Now what?"
"Marielle, could you go sit on his lap? Facing him, please."
"Of course." She walked unselfconsciously across the room and knelt on the wide seat, straddling Ian's knees. Laughingly she brushed his face with her breasts as she settled herself and his cock appreciated the gesture, hardening in response. He reached for a condom but she stayed his hand.
"Let me." Dexterously she sheathed him, letting her touch linger as he grew even harder in her hand. "Oh, lovely. Just lovely Ian."
Tad moved to kneel behind her, his head still towering over her, but his hands free to touch wherever he pleased. "I'm going to spread a little of this oil around you."
"Mmm."
Ian watched her face, seeing her eyes go vague as Tad began to massage the oil low on her back and probably around her buttocks and the tight little rosy ring of muscles he was going to penetrate.
She caught her breath. Yeah, there it was. A man's touch on her anus, and those nerve endings would be lighting up like July fourth fireworks.
"Can you take me inside, darling?" Ian whispered the words as he reached for her face and pulled her close, ending his question with a kiss.
"Oh yes..." She nodded, sighing again as Tad's hands moved behind her. "Oh my God. That's...that's..." Her words trailed off as she lifted up and then settled down again, Ian's cock now sheathed inside her.
She was so hot, fiery hot—silken lava encasing his erection. They were intimately close to each other, face to face, and he nearly came right then just from watching her expression of rapture as she took him inside. He registered the sound of Tad tearing open a foil packet, but it was a small distraction compared to Marielle's closeness. Her scent alone was damn near enough to get him off.
But he held back as her eyes widened, and he sensed that Tad was positioning himself behind her.
Her hips shifted a little and Ian moved with her, hoping this was going to work. He was no slouch in the wild monkey sex department, but even he admitted this was a first. Tad sighed gustily and Marielle groaned softly. "Oh, that's..."
"Fuck. Tight. So tight." Tad whispered the words into the heated silence.
To Ian's utter astonishment, he felt something inside Marielle. And it wasn't Marielle. Shit, it was Tad's cock easing gently into her ass. The membrane separating them was thin enough for them both to feel the distension they caused.
It was a blinding revelation that shook Ian to his core and shifted his universe. He was sharing a woman in the most intimate way possible with the man he'd trust with his life.
Could there be more in this world? Could there be
anything to match this moment? Right now, he didn't think so.
That was until he shifted and Tad pushed Marielle forward into his arms.
Ian bit back a yell as Tad's cock rubbed against his through Marielle's inner muscles. He touched her, wanting his hands on her, anywhere, finding her clit and her pussy near his cock and realizing Tad had his hands full of her breasts.
They were all completely involved, completely linked and held captive by Marielle's body—three people merged into one entity.
And they were moving. Ian didn't need to thrust much, and neither did Tad. The inner friction was enough to make them both pant. Marielle was responding wildly, her limbs tense, her lips parted and her lungs heaving.
"Jesus fucking Christ..." Tad swore softly, "I'm gonna come again, I swear, I'm gonna come in your ass, Marielle."
It was blunt and erotic and it made Marielle moan. "Yeah, do it, Tad. Fuck my ass. Ian, please. Give me more."
He found her mound and teased her clit with gentle fingertips, while sliding his cock in and out and making sure to stroke her swollen pussy lips on the way.
She began to tremble on his lap, around his cock. "She's near, Tad." Ian choked out the words, being pretty damn close himself.
"Me too."
"Yes," Marielle's head fell back onto Tad's chest, "yes, oh God yesss...now..."
And it happened.
Through some blessed gift from the gods of sexual congress, Tad, Ian and Marielle hit their peaks within seconds of each other, writhing and clutching at whatever limb was near, anchoring their wayward bodies within each other's arms.
Marielle's cries were whimpering sobs rather than screams, and Tad's prolonged groan told a tale all its own.
Ian knew he'd never come like this. Marielle's cunt was squeezing his cock from balls to head and Tad's movements inside her ass were adding to the fire surrounding him.
He exploded with a roar, his balls tight, his cock pumping ferociously as it emptied itself into the condom. For once, he wished there was nothing there and that he could fill Marielle with his cum. That he could flood her passages with his ejaculation, douse her flames with his seed.
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