by Pepper Swan
Vince removed her top to reveal a lacy white bra, and the vision of her lying there almost naked made my cock so hard, I couldn’t help but slip out of my clothes as fast as I could. I was the first of the guys to be totally naked. There had been a point when I’d been thinking of how all of this might work, and I couldn’t even imagine this scene.
Now it seemed as natural as anything else we’d ever shared in our lives together. Like this time with Meg had always been in our future, we just hadn’t known about it when we were envisioning our lives, our success.
We never envisioned our failures. Failures were for people who didn’t believe in their abilities. We always believed we would succeed, together. We shared everything, so it only fit we would also share one woman, the woman we all loved.
It should’ve been a clue when we’d all fallen for Rosie, but we never thought of physically sharing her. Too many egos back then.
Not so now. Meg made everything different… she made everything better… and for that, I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
Within the next moments, Vince shed all his clothes and so did Tucker. The only person in that bed who still wore some wisps of fabric was Meg, and her panties and bra were so sheer, they hardly mattered.
“Good, because the way we’re feeling, this may go all night,” Tucker said, running his hands back up her legs so he could remove her panties.
She squirmed with his touch. Her feet rubbed together, and I couldn’t help but kiss her sweet toes.
Tucker glanced over at me, and I slid forward, slipped two fingers under the side of her panties while Tucker took hold of the other side, and Vince unfastened her bra. Everything came off of her at once in some lovely slow-motion scene. I couldn’t wait to taste her again, couldn’t wait to slip my tongue deep inside her pussy and lap up her sweet cum.
Both Tucker and I reached for her pussy at once, while Vince ran his hands over her breasts, then he tugged at her taut nipples until she moaned out her pleasure.
Tucker and I spread her legs, revealing that beautiful wet pussy of hers, all pink and swollen from her desire for us. She added to my shudder of need for her sliding her legs up, bending her knees and letting her legs fall wide open. I’d never been with a woman who was so willing to please, so free with her body, which in turn caused me to want to bring her to new heights of passion.
Especially after the day we’d had. We all needed this more than ever before in our entire lives.
Tucker made his move first, running his fingers over her soft folds, then spreading her pussy for me so that her lovely clit was completely bared for my taking. I touched her there, and she immediately arched her body.
God, she was so hot for us.
“We’re going to totally spoil you tonight,” I told her right before I bent over and fluttered my tongue over her perfect clit, tasting her cum and enjoying her musky scent. I could feel Tucker’s fingers on my tongue as we both worked her sweet pussy, taking turns on her clit then plunging deep inside of her. She whimpered and cried into Vince’s mouth as both Tucker and I pushed inside her silky channel. She made a movement to twist away, but Vince had crawled down and held her hips steady while we plunged deeper into her.
“Yes! God, yes!” she yelled out as my tongue slid back and forth between her clit and her tight channel that Tucker had already claimed, but I was still able to penetrate with my tongue.
“Oh, God,” I heard her say when I sat up for a moment and watched Tucker drive two fingers in and out of her, then he leaned over and licked her clit and devoured her pussy. Vince and I watched, waiting for the right moment.
When Tucker sat back, I ran my fingers over her clit, then when he brought his fingers up, I slid mine back in with his. We were both inside of her at the same time, finger fucking her in tandem. It was incredible. We were truly sharing her, the three of us, like she’d wanted.
Her whimpers increased, and when Vince settled his mouth on her glistening clit, she let out a deep guttural cry that told us all we needed to know. We were fulfilling her fantasy.
She opened her eyes and watched for a moment as the three of us consumed her pussy, taking turns with our fingers and our mouths until the rhythm of it brought her to the edge. She grabbed hold of the headboard behind her, rocked her pelvis upward and in the next moments, her orgasm roared through her body like a freight train ripping through a tunnel. We could feel her pussy spasm with her release, and the intensity of the moment nearly caused me to lose all control.
“Hmmm, you’re spoiling me,” she said as she came back down to earth.
“That’s the plan,” Tucker told her as he went up and crushed his lips on her mouth.
That mouth, I wanted it wrapped around my cock, sucking me off, licking me while I blazed with hunger for her. I slipped my fingers out of her molten hot cunt and crawled up on the bed on the opposite side of Tucker.
“More, please. I want more,” she pleaded, ripping her lips from Tucker’s.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to give you,” Tucker said as he angled his cock near her face.
He gazed down at Vince and without saying a word, Vince went down on her once again, while Tucker and I knelt on either side of her, our cocks even with her mouth, ready for her to take us.
At once, she knew what the game would be and grabbed both our throbbing cocks at once, pumping them, then sucking off the pre-cum, slowly driving each of us crazy. Her lips softly teased each of us in turn, as she licked and stroked us, all the while wearing the cutest smile. She took Tucker into her mouth first. In one swift thrust, he was balls in as she worked his cock. Her cheeks puckered as she sucked his girth deeper down her throat. Then without warning, she turned to me, and I felt the first rush of heat when my cock hit the back of her throat. I couldn’t help but yell out how good it felt to be in her mouth again.
I could hear her breathing hard through her nose as she relaxed and took my thick rock-hard cock even further down her throat until I felt my balls tickle her chin.
“What the fuck, woman,” I growled as she pumped me harder and faster, and I tangled my fingers in her silky blond hair and watched as her lips stretched over my erection. I reached over and ran my fingers around her stretched lips as she pumped my cock. Pure fucking heat raced through my body and settled in my belly. I was just getting into a rhythm when, without warning, she slipped my cock out of her mouth and turned back to Tucker, doing the same to him. Back and forth she went, and each time she switched, I couldn’t help but fall in love with her more and more.
Not only was this woman ours, but we were hers, and that feeling of belonging was exactly what each of us needed tonight of all nights.
In the next moments, she came once again with a fury that rocked the entire bed, and I knew I was dangerously close to coming as well, but I didn’t want to, not yet. I wanted this to last much longer.
But Vince had a different idea as he prepared to enter her, wrapping his legs around her ass and pulling her towards him.
Tucker and I backed off while Vince plunged deep inside of her as they kissed. I thought she needed more so I slid my hand down her body and found her clit, while Tucker enjoyed her beautiful full breasts.
She moved her mouth away from Vince and crashed her lips into mine for a moment, then into Tucker’s and back to Vince.
In between one of these moments, I motioned to Vince, and before she could catch her breath, Vince slid out of her, and I wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her, so she was on all fours.
“Oh, yeah, do it,” she said, breathing heavy and shaking her ass in the air for us as she moved her legs apart.
Tucker playfully slapped her ass.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he said right before he drove his cock into her, inch by inch as Vince and I watched.
“That’s so fucking beautiful,” Vince said as he ran his hands over her ass, then down her leg, and up between her legs, his fingers dancing over the silky skin of her upper thighs while Tu
cker drilled into her.
Tucker wasn’t ready to come just yet, so he slid out of her, and before she could complain, I was under her, pulling her hips down on my face, eating her pussy so hard I could hear myself licking her, enjoying her, eating her like I’d never tasted anything so delicious in all my life… and I hadn’t. I couldn’t help moaning as I rammed my tongue deep inside her sweet cunt, my mind and body rocking with total focus and passion as my hands held her hips steady, wanting her to remain on top of me for awhile longer.
“Fuck, yesss!” she yelled as she ground her pussy against my face.
It didn’t take long for her to come into my mouth and this time, she bucked hard against me, but I held her in place so I could feel every little nuance on my lips and tongue, lap up all of her sweet cum and delight in the scent of her total arousal.
Before she could relax, Vince lifted her up, and she dreamily helped him set her down on Tucker’s cock as he leaned up against the headboard.
“Are you okay?” he asked as she slumped onto him.
“Mmmm,” she said into his shoulder before she lifted her head, slipped her arms around his shoulders, and said. “It’s time for you boys to come inside me. I don’t care where, but I want to feel and taste you.”
“Anything you want,” I told her.
“We’re all yours,” Tucker said.
“Whatever makes you happy,” Vince added pumping his cock.
Tucker and Meg kissed as she moved up and down on him, moaning with each thrust, pressing down so hard, I could tell he was completely covered by her pussy.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this how you like it?” I whispered in her ear.
“Oh God, yes,” she yelled.
Then in the next moment, she moved over to Vince, grabbed his cock to get the right angle, then she sat down on it, all at once, leaning back, arms and hands pushing down on his legs, while Vince lay sprawled under her.
“I love fucking you,” he told her after a moment.
“I love fucking you… all three of you,” she teased.
Their pace quickened as Tucker and I watched, each of us running our hands over her damp body, kissing her, squeezing her nipples, then taunting her clit while Vince pumped her, deep and hard. Both Tucker and I liked to feel her pussy while a cock drilled into her. It was something neither of us had ever experienced before, and it sent chills right through me, as I was sure it did the same for Tucker.
And when Vince came, she came as well, her eyes rolling back in her head.
We knew she was finally getting tired, but she wouldn’t stop. Instead, she got up on her knees again.
“Fill me up,” she ordered. “I want one of you in my mouth and the other in my cunt.”
I knelt behind her as Tucker moved up to her mouth, and together we entered her while Vince participated by rubbing her back.
This time, Tucker and I fucked her with everything we had, getting a rhythm she seemed to enjoy.
“You can tap out anytime you want,” Vince told her, but that only caused her to be more determined to satisfy us.
We rocked and swayed until I couldn’t control it anymore, and my seed shot out of my throbbing cock just as Tucker shot his wad down her throat. It was a thing of beauty to watch and to experience. The feelings that rushed over my thighs and my cock were more than I’d ever felt in my entire adult life. For a moment, I thought I might even pass out.
But I didn’t.
None of us did.
And when we landed in a big heap of pounding hearts, spent cocks, and a totally satisfied woman, all we could do was laugh at the complete absurd beauty of what we’d just done.
It was the most meaningful sex any of us had ever experienced.
And we were just getting started.
Tucker – Epilogue
One year later…
Belle and I were playing in the living room, moving her stuffed farm animals around her barn and corral like we always did after breakfast on any given Saturday, when she looked over at me and held up the toy she’d been playing with and said, “horse,” as clear as if she’d said it a million times before.
At first, I didn’t know how to respond. Up until that moment, she hadn’t said a word, not one… which we’d hoped would be Daddy or Meggy, both of which we’d been repeating to her at least a hundred times a day. I thought maybe I’d imagined it. So, I took the toy from her when she handed it to me and repeated, “horse.”
“Horse,” she clearly said, then went about the business of removing all the other soft animals left inside her toy barn.
“Yes,” I said as total elation swept over me. “Horse. It’s a horse!”
She grinned, and did her cute little dance that she always did whenever she liked something. I immediately scooped her up and called out for Meg who was probably taking a shower, Boone who I knew was working upstairs on his laptop. He rarely drove into the office anymore. We hired someone to take on that role, and she was working out brilliantly. In the meantime, Boone was busy honing his cowboy skills and doing a damn good job of it. He could ride better than any of us. Who knew?
Ted, who’d been in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast, walked into the living room, along with Vince who was just going out the front door.
“Guys! Everybody! You have to come in here. Now!” I yelled, knowing perfectly well they’d all come running. I even sent a text to Meg just in case she couldn’t hear me and wasn’t in the shower yet.
They all descended on us in a flurry of cautious excitement.
“What wrong?” Boone asked while racing down the stairs.
“Is everything okay?” Meg asked, wearing a robe, her wet hair up in a white towel. Toto stood at her feet, ready for anything.
“Is Belle okay?” Vince wanted to know even before he stepped into the room.
“What the heck…” Ted groused while holding a plate and a dishtowel.
“She spoke. Our girl said her first word. Watch this,” I said, as phones came out of pockets to catch the moment. Between us, we probably couldn’t watch all the video we’d already taken of Belle in all our lifetimes.
They all waited while I handed Belle the horse. “Tell everybody what this is, darling.’ What is this, baby doll?”
She reached for it but didn’t say the word.
I tried again. “Is this a horsy, sweetheart?”
Again, nothing but smiles.
I put her down.
“I think it was your imagination,” Boone said, then headed back out of the room.
“No, don’t go. It wasn’t my imagination,” I argued. “She said it.”
“As much as I want to be here when Belle says her first word, I have a delivery to make for two of my rocking chairs, and I’m already late,” Vince said.
“And that kitchen isn’t going to clean itself,” Ted added.
“Fine,” I said. “Don’t believe me, but you’re going to miss it when she says it again.”
I put Belle down and dropped the horse on the floor next to her just as everyone began to scatter. As soon as I’d freed Belle from my arms, she bent over and picked up her little horse. She swung around to me, smiled and said, “Horse. Horse. Horse.”
Everyone came running into the room, even Toto. They headed straight for Belle who sat back down and repeated, “horse” about a hundred times as if she didn’t want to ever forget it. Toto sat down next to her and watched us as if he didn’t quite understand what all the fuss was about.
We all celebrated by hugging her, dancing with her, and not leaving the poor child alone for the rest of the day, trying to get her to say something else. In the course of the day, she’d managed to say cow, barn, hat and dog. It had been a total success and we couldn’t seem to praise her enough for her accomplishments.
But then we were like that. We’d turned into this gushing family who couldn’t get enough of their child, and yes, we all considered Belle our child. We were all her daddies, with our own unique daddy names: Boone liked P
apa, Vince preferred Dad, and I liked the original, Daddy.
When it came to disciplining her, we honored Rosie’s wishes to simply love her with all our hearts… along with the occasional time out, which she was still too young to understand, but we intended to implement when the time came. We’d taken Rosie’s whishes to heart, making them our own, and had every intention of seeing them through… no matter what.
We’d all been with Rosie when she passed. Right there by her side holding her and telling her how thankful we were that she’d been a part of our lives. We promised that we would never let Belle forget her or how much she loved Belle. We thanked her for giving us Belle time and time again. It was something none of us took for granted, and we wanted her to know how deeply we loved Belle. I’d hoped that gave her some peace.
We’d hung a picture of Rosie holding Belle on the wall in Belle’s room. I’d taken the picture about a week before Rosie died. You would never have known how sick she was at the time. Meg had done her hair and her makeup and bought her a beautiful rose-colored dress. She’d looked like a beautiful angel, and we’d never seen her so happy. We’d brought her to the ranch that day and spent most of the day outside. It had been one of those perfectly sublime fall days and Rosie had wanted to spend it on our front porch.
Rosie collapsed the next day, and slipped into a coma that she never recovered from. It ripped me apart every time I looked at that picture, thinking about how happy she’d been, how happy we all had been. We’d thought she was getting better, but instead, she secretly knew she’d gotten worse… much worse.
Rosie had been a great mother to Belle, in every sense of the word, and I knew we would always carry a piece of her in our hearts.
And even on a day like today, when Belle said her first word, I couldn’t help but think about Rosie, but time moved on and we had to push through the sorrow and move on with it… for Belle’s sake.
By the time evening rolled around, and we tucked our sweet darlin’ in for the night, after Vince read her a story about a magical horse, we sat down to a very special dinner that I’d prepared: homemade cheese and spinach ravioli with my special marinara sauce, homemade rustic bread made with imported Italian flour, a huge mixed green salad, various gelato flavors for dessert, and two bottles of our finest champagne to celebrate the day!
