by Anita Kidesu
Toby leaned into her back, pressing his hard-on against her ass as he ran his hands over her covered breasts. She swore her breasts swelled into his palms. Her legs buckled when he pinched her puckered nipples through the material. She threw her head back against Toby’s shoulder, breaking Steve’s kiss, letting him nibble and suck down the front of her neck.
“This time you suck on my tongue,” Toby invited. Then he leaned down and claimed her mouth.
She hesitated, then drew in his tongue as hunger for more of him raged through her body. Suddenly all the roaming hands and hot tongues were too much. Her eyes rolled back into her head as electric shocks shot from her hardened nipples to her pussy. Lights flashed behind her eyes. Her hips bucked against Toby, searching for something to ease the ache between her legs. She whimpered in sweet agony as she abandoned herself to her first non-solo orgasm.
Ever so slowly, her surroundings seeped into her mind. “Oh, my God,” she whispered against Toby’s mouth. “That was unbelievably incredible.”
“Holy shit, that was quick,” Toby murmured in her ear. “And we haven’t even undressed you yet.”
Jack laughed and stood. “And that, baby, was only the beginning.”
“You mean there’s more?”
“Oh, lord, yes,” Steve said, smiling into her eyes. “So much more you’ll barely stand it.”
Emma grinned. “I can barely stand now.”
“Then you’ll have to sit,” Jack said, dropping into one of the seats. He took her hands, turned her and pulled her toward him, placing her in his lap, her back to his chest. He spread her legs apart to rest on the outsides of his. “Press your feet into the sand and relax against me.”
Doing as he said, she rested her ass against his crotch. His hard erection pulsed against her, its heat searing through their clothes. She ground into him.
“Whoa, not so hard, baby,” Jack murmured into her ear. “It’ll be awhile before I can come, so take it easy. Lock your hands around my neck.”
His groan reverberated through her system. Or was it hers when he sucked on the sensitive skin below her ear.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, unlocking her hands, trying to sit up. She looked up at Toby.
“Oh, sweetheart, nothing is wrong,” Toby said, staring at her from behind the seat, looking down at her like a starving cheetah at a lame gazelle.
Her halter top fell apart, exposing more of her breasts. They peeked out from her top, begging to be touched. She wanted someone, anyone, to caress them and then run his hands down the gap in shorts, into her curls, and the core of her being.
“Touch me, Jack.”
“I can’t. I get to be with you first so I can only do what they tell me to.” Jack put her hands back behind his head. “You’re so beautiful, it makes my body ache,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to kiss and lick my way down your body.” He turned her head and pressed his lips against hers.
As their tongues tangled, excitement sang through her system.
Toby slid his hands down her arms and over to her breasts. Steve kissed her belly and glided his hands toward her breasts. Her body went from warm to melting hot. If she were an ice cube, she’d be a puddle of water in seconds. She couldn’t tell where one hand started and another ended or whose hands were whose.
“Undo your top,” Toby’s deep voice ordered.
“Hmm?” she hummed against Jack’s lips.
“We want you to untie your top and show us your tits,” Steve said.
“I don’t think I can,” she said, shy about exposing herself for them. “One of you should.” Maybe it wouldn’t be so embarrassing if they undressed her. Having the control taken out of her hands would make this easier.
“No.” Toby removed his hands from her and walked around the chair to Steve’s side. “You need to.”
Jack unhooked her hands from the back of his neck. “You can do this, Emma-girl. It may be embarrassing at first, but you’ll get used to stripping for us.”
She reached up to the back of her top, watching Toby and Steve. If they showed one sign of displeasure or laughter at the size of her breasts, like Francois had, she’d be back in the plane so fast they’d think she’d grown wings. She pulled at the tie, and the top dipped. Steve licked his lips while Toby clenched his hands into fists at his sides. No sign of laughter.
She separated the ties of the top until half of her breasts came into view. Jack gripped the armrests. His cock bounced against her ass. Chancing a glance at the other two crotches, she noticed a definite bulge in Toby’s, and Steve’s shorts rode so low the tip of his erection peeked out. Emma smiled to herself. So far they seemed to like her body.
“Pull the straps down,” Steve said, his voice strained.
Emma closed her eyes and did as he asked, reveling in the warm evening breeze flowing against her bare skin. She held her breath in anticipation of their reactions.
“Beautiful.”
“Amazing tits, Emma.”
“As gorgeous as I remember,” Jack said in her ear. “Open your eyes and see how beautiful they are.”
“They’re small,” she whispered, looking down at them.
“Cup them, Jack,” Toby ordered. “Show her they’re perfect.”
“Gladly.” Jack pulled her top over her head and tossed it over his shoulder into the night. “Watch my hands, Emma.” He placed his palms over each breast, to the undersides, rolling his forefingers and thumbs across her nipples. Could they get any harder, any more sensitive?
“See how my hand covers all of you and how your nipples become hard at my touch? Your tits aren’t too small. I can squeeze them and push them together.”
Emma nodded, resisting the temptation to close her eyes and swallow the wonder of his touch. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sight of his large, tanned hands on her pale breasts. While Jack fondled them, Toby played with one nipple. Steve took care of the other.
“Have you ever heard the saying ‘what doesn’t fit in the hand and mouth is wasted?’” Toby asked, rolling her nipple against the palm of Jack’s hand, making it pebble so hard, Emma thought it should roll off and land in her belly button.
Emma whimpered and shook her head.
“Well it’s true,” Steve said. “There’s plenty for all three of us.”
Through half-closed eyes, Emma was mesmerized as four hands squeezed, caressed, and played with the tops, sides, undersides, and nipples. Steve and Toby’s free hands kneaded her thighs, coming closer and closer to her pussy. Jack’s cock jumped and danced against the crack in her ass. A familiar electrifying current throbbed to her core.
“So soft.” Steve’s lips came closer to her left breast.
“So sensitive,” Toby added, inching his mouth toward her right breast. “So sensitive, in fact, I think she might come just sucking on her tits. What do you think, Jack?”
Jack smiled at the two men, never taking his gaze off her breasts. “I agree. By all means, I challenge you to get her to come again. Suck away, boys.”
“Hold them for us, Jack,” Steve murmured against her nipple. “Hold them tight and don’t let go.” He licked his tongue across the erect nipple.
The touch of their tongues on her nipples sent a jolt of fire through her. Her pelvis bucked from Jack’s lap.
“Easy, sweetheart.” Jack pressed her ass back against his hard cock. “This is only the start. Open your eyes and watch.”
Both men latched their lips on her nipples and began sucking in earnest while Jack continued squeezing her breasts into their mouths. Steve opened his mouth and took in more of her breast. As they worked them over, they seemed to swell and grow.
“As you can tell, Emma-girl,” Jack whispered against her neck, “there’s plenty of tit for all of us. Now give me your mouth.”
In a matter of seconds, heat blazed from her mouth to her toes, the flicking of tongues and sucking of nipples more than her frantic body could take. She took Jack’s tongue into her mouth and groaned as wave a
fter wave of heat spasmed through her body. She eased back to Earth, her erratic breath huffing against Jack’s lips. Toby and Steve still fondled and licked her breasts. Jack broke off their kiss and smiled against her lips.
“Was that one better than the first?” Jack asked.
“Mmm…”
“Your tits ache? Are your pants wet?”
“Mmm.” Who knew sex turned brains to mush? She whimpered.
“Want more?”
Steve released her breast and grinned when she didn’t answer. “Does she want us to move on?” he asked. “I mean as much as I’m enjoying sucking her tit, I would enjoy sucking on other parts even more.”
Emma’s eyes flew open. “What parts?” She gasped.
Steve laughed. “We’ll have to show you, won’t we, boys?”
“I don’t know if I can take any more,” she said, rolling her head back and forth against Jack’s shoulder.
“Oh, you’ll be amazed at how much more you can take, babe.” Toby ran a hand up and down her thigh. “Jack, undo her pants.”
Jack unbuttoned her shorts as Steve and Toby sat back on their heels and watched. His free hand rubbed against her belly, making it quiver against his touch.
Steve skimmed his hand up her calf and her thigh. “Slip your hands into her pants, Jack, and slide them down.”
“Don’t touch her pussy, though, Jack,” Toby said, inching his thumb up the inner side of her thigh.
Jack placed both hands palm side down inside her shorts, sliding them toward her knees while his thumbs skimmed over her pubic hair. His shudder trembled against her back.
“Move her legs inside yours so we can take these fucking pants off,” Toby said, his movements becoming jerky.
“Slow down, Toby.” Jack lifted first one leg then the other to the ground. “We have all night.”
Steve took her hands and drew her to her feet. Afraid her shaky legs wouldn’t hold her, she gripped his shoulders as he eased her pants to the ground.
“Bring a torch over here so we can get a better view.” Jack pulled her back into his lap, placing her legs again on either side of his, spreading her pussy wider. Toby and Steve each placed torches on either side of her, illuminating her naked body.
This time the heat covering her body was from mortification, not excitement. They were looking at her. Looking at her down there. She brought one hand to her mound.
“Shh, baby.” With one hand, Jack held hers. With the other he caressed her from her neck, over her breasts, across her stomach, down her thighs, rubbing her pubic hair, then back up again, “It’s all right for them to look. It’s natural for a man to want to. And, sonofabitch, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned into her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”
At his words and touch, her embarrassment fled, replaced by longing. Her pussy muscles clenched and ached for more. “I’m not sure, either,” she whispered, afraid she would never breathe normally again. “This is too much.” She rolled her head against his chest. “Two down,” she murmured.
“What?” Jack asked.
“Two orgasms down and four to go.” She sighed. “This is so much more than I ever imagined.”
Jack took a handful of Emma’s hair and gently pulled her mouth to his. She breathed in his essence. Soap and fresh air mixed with his unique scent. It was one of the many things she learned that surprised her over the past week. Even after using the same soap and washing at the same time, each man’s scent was different. She could probably identify them with her eyes closed.
Steve rubbed his hands together. “Now, let’s see what we have here.”
Emma held out her arms to push him away. Jack took her hands in his.
“What they’re doing is perfectly natural.”
“She has red pussy hair,” Toby announced, smiling up at Emma. “Man, I love red pussy hair.”
“Can you spread her legs wider, Jack?” Steve knelt on the sand.
“Is she wet?” Jack urged her legs farther apart, giving the men freer access.
Steve ran a finger down her folds and groaned. He licked his finger. “Man, oh man, she’s wetter than a sailor in a hurricane.”
Emma shivered and moaned.
“Remember how I said if a man was careful and took care of the woman, sex wouldn’t hurt?” At her nod, he went on. “Well, we’re getting you ready for us. All right?”
Emma nodded and cried out when his touch sent a tremor through her. Her breath caught and stomach coiled with need. “What…what are you doing, Toby?”
“Spread her lips apart,” Toby said in answer.
Jack put his hands on either side of her pussy and opened her to their view.
Toby ran a finger on one side of her folds, while Steve did the same on the other. Their thumbs rubbed against the top of her pussy. Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass.
“Emma, watch what we’re doing,” Toby said. “Jack, spread her some more.” He took a red flap of skin in between his fingers. “Do you like this?”
Emma threw her head back and raised her hips from Jack’s lap. Like this? Was he crazy? How the hell could she not like what they were doing? Being propelled into outer space wouldn’t be this wild.
“How about if I do this,” Steve said, flicking his tongue over her clit as her ass rested back on Jack’s lap.
All thought and function settled between her legs. A flash of heat spiked into her pussy. She hid a moan against Jack’s neck, but when Toby repeated the tonguing, she cried out.
“Oh…my…God,” she whimpered. When cool air met against the hot pulsing of her pussy she opened her eyes. Steve and Toby again sat back on their heels. Toby rubbed his back.
“Why did you stop?” She wanted to pull their heads back to her empty, aching pussy.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jack looked down the length of her body and ran his hands up and down her arms. Before coming to the island, he’d never given any thought to making love to a woman with two other men. But the sight of Toby and Steve between her legs, playing with her pussy, made his cock ache to the point of pain. He wanted to be down there with them.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’re not done yet.” He looked at his friends. “You two all right?”
Steve arched his back. “This kneeling is hard on the back. Can we change positions?”
“Sure.” He placed her legs on the ground. “Stand up, Emma, so I can get up.”
“I don’t think I can.”
Jack smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll help you.”
Steve and Toby tugged her to her feet. Jack stood, stretched, and watched Steve wrap her into his embrace, rubbing his hands up and down her back and ass, rubbing her soft breasts against his chest, pressing the bulging front of his shorts against her bare pussy. Jack admired the curve of her back and round cheeks. Steve passed her to Toby who drew her into a kiss, grinding his cock into her pelvis.
“Give her to me,” Jack said after a few moments. His cock strained against his shorts and drops of pre-cum wet his waistband. Emma stepped over to him, her breasts swaying to the natural grace of her stride. Clasping her to his body, the tip of his cock pressed against her soft stomach. He spread her cheeks apart, giving Toby and Steve a good view of her ass.
“Let me get my shorts off before I sit back down.” Jack sighed as his aching cock bounced free. “Bring her to me,” he said. “Wait.” He took some pillows from the sheet on the ground and put them on the seat, making him sit higher. “Maybe this won’t be so hard on your old-man’s back,” he said, grinning at Steve.
Toby and Steve lifted Emma onto Jack’s lap, once again draping her legs over his arms. The tip of his cock pressed against her ass.
Jack looked down Emma’s body. “Now I can lift my arms and play with your nipples. Toby and Steve can see every part of you now. Your wet lips, the hard nub of your clit, your pussy just waiting to be filled with us. Look how Steve’s cock is straining to be released from hi
s shorts.” He felt her shudder against his chest.
“Will this work?”
“It’ll work,” Steve said, smiling at Jack and Toby. “Are you comfortable enough?”
“Yes,” Jack answered. “How about you, Emma-girl? Are you comfortable? Should we continue?” Jack licked the outer rim of one ear.
The tips of Toby and Steve’s penises peeking from their shorts glinted in the firelight. Her breasts ached to have one of their wide chests lying on her. Emma nodded to Jack, too overcome to utter even one simple syllable.
In this position warm breezes blew across her mound. Another part of her, below her pussy, constricted. Jack’s arms lay beneath her knees, his hands close to her breasts. Her nipples puckered. The crack of her ass closed around the tip of his cock.
“Stop squeezing your ass, Emma, or I’ll come too soon.”
What they did to her body was nothing like what happened with Francois. Her imagination never conjured up a position like this. Had she known what she missed in her short marriage, she would have demanded her rights as a woman.
No use in crying over spilled milk—or lack of orgasms for that matter. Simply lean back against one hunky man and have two more take care of her.
Toby and Steve came closer, their eyes trained on her pussy. Jack continued nibbling on her ear then her neck, sending goose bumps over her body.
“Cold?”
“Oh, God, no,” she whispered, licking her lips, dry from heavy breathing. “I’ve never been so hot. I may melt right here.”
“You’re hot, all right, baby,” Steve said, running his fingers down one side of her pussy.
“I’ve never seen anyone so hot, ready for more.” Toby said, sucking her juices from his wet finger. “Let’s see if your pussy is as wet on the inside as the outside. Wider, Jack.”
Jack raised his arms, spreading her legs out. Emma threw her head back on Jack’s shoulder as his hands grasped her nipples. “Oh my God, what is Toby doing?”
