by Sahara Kelly
One hand slid up his chest to tangle in his hair, while the other reached for Luk’s head. She pulled them both even closer.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I can see you. I want to be with you. I want to find the music and the love that I’ve lost. I want to…give…”
Mat moved closer, sensing Luk doing the same. She was pressed between their hard bodies now, their arousals solid against her hot flesh. Mat burned where his cock brushed her belly, and Luk’s breath was coming faster as he pushed himself to her back.
Mat kissed her lips again, letting them part this time, and sliding his tongue within. She tasted of the dark wine they’d shared, and honey. And something else…a welcome, a heat that asked nothing but offered everything.
He pulled back and turned her into Luk’s waiting embrace.
Luk’s lips replaced Mat’s and Mat’s hands learned her body, stroking from her buttocks up her sides and around to cup her breasts and force them into Luk’s chest.
His cock reminded him that it was still confined within his breeches, and he groaned. Or maybe it was Luk. He was probably suffering the same constriction.
Finally, she peeled her lips from Luk’s mouth. “Please…”
It was a quiet word, but one that sent shivers of delight through Mat’s body to his balls. As one, he and Luk offered her their hands.
“Come.”
They led her into the darkness of their caravan.
*~~*~~*
Priscilla felt her clothes evaporate beneath the attentions of four busy hands. She could see little, but feel…oh so much.
Hot hard flesh met her fingertips as she reached out towards the two men who would become her lovers. Their breaths mingled, and she knew not whose lips kissed hers, nor did she care.
She cared only that they touch her, caress her, and bring moans of pleasure to her throat.
And that they did. Very well indeed.
While her head was held firmly and her mouth plundered by a hungry tongue, another tongue investigated the curves of her belly, tickled her navel and moved lower. With an uncanny coordination, both men delved into her softest tissues, driving her practically mad with their movements.
She writhed beneath the firm grasp, and found herself lifted bodily onto the bed. Gasping as their skin separated, she sighed once more as two bodies tipped the mattress with their weight.
A pair of lips found her breast, tugging on the nipple and making her moan. A mouth took light nibbles from her hips, her thighs, and ran teeth down towards her knee and back up, finally finding the sweet moisture of her pussy.
She was wet, running with tears of pleasure now, and ready to experience whatever these two had to offer. Her hands were everywhere. She could feel hot skin, soft hair, a tiny budded nipple on a firm chest.
She wanted more.
“Let me touch you…both…” She whispered the words and felt the two bodies next to her shiver.
They moved, in concert as always, and she became aware of their weight near her shoulders. Two cocks rested on her breasts.
Carefully, she reached for them, letting each hand find the solid smoothness and learn the similarities and differences between them. One was ridged just here…the other…there…
She slipped her hands around them, finding their balls tucked into hardening sacs beneath. It was a fascinating voyage of discovery for Priscilla and she enjoyed every single minute of it.
They allowed her to rove wherever she wanted, silently telling her with little sighs and caresses how much they enjoyed her touch.
When twin droplets of moisture beaded both heads, they finally moved.
“We will not get you with child, love,” whispered a voice. Mat?
“Nor will we hurt you, Prioshka,” murmured another. Luk?
She couldn’t distinguish the two of them now, and had no desire to try. They were as one, loving her to distraction, and she needed them. Both. Now.
“Don’t worry about children.” Her brain forced itself up from her pussy and struggled to respond. It was important they know something. “I am barren. I lost three babes during my marriage and can have no more.”
Their tenderness knew no bounds.
Tongues slithered over her now, leaving no inch of skin untouched. They turned her onto her side and nibbled at her buttocks, parting the firm flesh and teasing at the rosy ring of muscles they revealed.
They rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her, one dragging his cock sensually over her spine as the other buried his head between her legs and drove her to distraction with his tongue.
She burned.
Her body took on a life of its own, legs parting, muscles tightening in anticipation of what was yet to come, and her mouth kissing and suckling whatever came near it. She reached for whoever was closest, and lost herself in their loving.
Like a well-choreographed minuet, Luk and Mat took her to the limits of her mind. Her thoughts vaporized as they touched her, teasingly, then insistently, finding the most sensitive places and working them skillfully until she was ready to scream.
While one mouth suckled her nipples and fingers kneaded her breasts, another tongue plunged deep into her, lapping away her juices and forcing her legs to open wider—and wider still.
She was sobbing with delight, gasping words she didn’t understand and couldn’t hear.
But they could.
They moved. She was raised by strong arms and felt one man slide beneath her. Her legs dangled over the edge of the bed, and slowly—oh so slowly, she was lowered onto a firm cock.
There were hands guiding it home. They were helping each other.
With a little sigh of relief, Priscilla let it fill her. Stretching her, completing her—almost.
One was in front of her now, and blindly she reached out, feeling the heat burning from him before she touched his flesh. His cock was there.
Ready for her.
As hands slipped around her to her breasts, pinching the nipples and pulling them to even greater hardness, she opened her mouth and leaned towards the cock she now held tight in her grasp.
With a sound of pleasure, she sucked it between her lips.
Now she was filled.
One cock began to move at the urging of the strong hips beneath her and the other slid from her mouth and back in again in a matching rhythm. A hand slipped between her legs and found her clit, smearing the juices over her already soaked flesh and teasing her to the heights of pleasure.
As her arousal swamped her, Priscilla reached for a hand. She pulled it past her and made sure it touched the man behind her.
Together, the three became one.
Holding on to each other, moving, rocking, thrusting and suckling, they let themselves go—blindly taking the path to oblivion, side by side by side.
Priscilla’s heart pounded as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm stirring deep inside.
Within her mouth, the cock she sucked began to tremble and the veins to pulse, and the thighs beneath hers tightened to marble.
It was going to happen. To all of them. Together they were going to fall into some universe where life would change forever.
The cock in her mouth tried to pull back, but she grabbed onto it, refusing to let go. She wanted this. Wanted to explode around one cock as another flooded her throat.
She dug her fingernails into a firm buttock and sucked hard, just as the first waves of her orgasm broke.
Her cries were muffled, but the shout that broke from the men was not. Hot jets of seed filled her, and inside her mouth spurts flowed down her throat. Muscles clenched, bodies trembled, and they reached for the soul of madness.
Together.
*~~*~~*
They woke her twice more during the night.
Once so that Luk could avail himself of the delights offered by her snug folds. He’d let Mat take her there first, being very content to have her mouth draw his seed from someplace around his armpits.
She’d not been skilled, but her enthu
siasm and delight in what they did had made that particular climax memorable. Luk couldn’t believe it when she’d taken his hand and made sure he was touching Mat as they came.
In some way it had lent a sense of spiritual completion to the act that had shaken Luk to his soul. Coming together inside this woman, no matter how it was accomplished, felt…right.
Luk’s arousal had hardened in his sleep, and he awoke to find Mat in similar straits. They’d gently begun touching the soft woman who lay between them, stroking and caressing her, relishing the warmth of her skin and her welcome as she, too, awoke.
No words had been spoken—none were necessary.
She’d opened her arms to them and welcomed them once more, without shame or hesitation.
Lips had mingled, sighs were the only sounds within the caravan, and this time, Luk had settled between her rounded thighs, seeking her heat with his cock. Mat knelt by her head and she took him into her mouth willingly, his sigh of pleasure echoing Luk’s.
As talented on the flesh of a woman as he was on the strings of his violin, Luk strummed her clit as he thrust into her, feeling her vibrate beneath him as he found all her sensitive folds.
She was all boiling hot wetness, clasping his cock with muscles she probably didn’t even know she was using. The thought flashed through Luk’s mind that she’d been made just for this—for them. He offered up a quick prayer of thanks to whatever guardian angel had sent her fleeing through the forest and into their arms.
Then she lifted her hips slightly and moaned, and Luk’s mind blanked out. Mat panted now as she sucked him vigorously, and he reached out, finding Luk’s shoulder and gripping it hard.
Once again, the three became one. Mat growled in the back of his throat as Luk’s cock plunged deeper, hammering into her, balls slapping her flesh in time to the movements of her head as she took Mat deeply into her mouth.
It was a rhythm none could have consciously sought, but one that their bodies demanded. A syncopation of movement played by a trio of lovers intent on finding that final moment of perfection.
And it came. Mat’s cock muffled Prioshka’s strangled cry, but her shudders were unmistakable. Luk thrust deep and let her inner muscles squeeze him—almost to the point of pain.
Mat’s trembling hand dug into his shoulder as his own release neared, and Luk’s balls hardened into a knot as his buttocks clenched hard.
Mat let go. With a roar he came, and the sound of his orgasm and Prioshka’s mouth taking it all tipped Luk over the edge.
Buried deep in her fire, Luk exploded, fireworks detonating behind his eyeballs and his arm linked with Mat’s. He cried out as his body shook with the force of it, an elemental sound that came from somewhere deep inside him…a place he’d not known about until tonight.
As they tumbled into a tangle of exhausted limbs, Luk wondered if perhaps it was his heart.
Dawn was nearing the second time they awoke.
Prioshka was dreaming, muttering and murmuring in her sleep. Exchanging brief glances in the dim early light, both Luk and Mat touched her. This time, it would be for her alone. Their thank-you to her.
Still slick and slippery from their loving, her body was soft and relaxed as they began their voyage of exploration. Not an inch of skin went unexamined, or unkissed. She woke gradually beneath their hands, sighing and groaning with delight as they once more aroused her sleepy body to awareness.
They discovered sensitive spots beneath her arms, licked their way up beneath her breasts to her nipples and back down again, and dueled with their tongues around her navel, making her squirm with delight.
Luk slipped his fingers between her legs and lazily spread the hot wetness he found there over her skin. He let his fingers slide lower, between her buttocks, into the dark cleft and over the tight puckered flesh of her anus.
She jerked upwards, which pleased Mat since her breast was already in his mouth.
“Ssshhh…Prioshka. This will heighten your pleasure,” breathed Luk.
“I’m not sure…I can take no more…” Her voice was cracked and rough with sleep.
“Yes you can. Let us show you.”
They continued to arouse her, playing gently with her body, as Luk’s fingers continued his sensual massage. Her body was completely fluid to their touch, ebbing and flowing to each man’s caress.
Luk gently slid one slick finger into her anus, past the snug muscles, and let it rest there as Mat continued to cherish her nipples with his mouth.
She sighed and relaxed, and Luk shuddered at the pleasure of knowing this was a first for her. That they were giving her back something precious and special. He continued his subtle pressure, tugging on her folds of flesh at the same time and abrading her clit with his thumb.
Her hips moved restlessly and she found their heads with her hands and held on tight.
“Oh God…”
“Come for us, Prioshka,” breathed Mat.
Luk could hear his breath as he gently blew onto her wet and gleaming nipples. Her muscles were starting to tremble around his fingers. She was indeed coming.
“Now, Mat,” he urged.
Mat’s head dropped once more and he suckled her strongly into his mouth as Luk pressed upwards into her clit.
She cried out and her whole body arched as the spasms of her climax began. She rolled and bucked beneath them, sobbing out their names, and shaking like a leaf in a storm.
Her body gripped Luk’s fingers tight enough to bruise, and her hands pulled on his hair as she exploded.
Mat’s head rose from her breast and they both watched this amazing woman riding the incredible peaks of her orgasm.
Their eyes met across her body, and as if with one mind they leaned to each other, resting their foreheads together. Joining. Becoming one with Prioshka and her body that held them both captive.
Slowly, she relaxed and Luk eased his hand from her buttocks.
“I want you to come too,” she breathed. “Please.”
She glanced down at their cocks, once more harder than iron and resting hot against her skin.
“You can’t take us again, love,” said Luk. “It would be too much for this night.”
“Then come on me, not in me.” With hands that still shook from the aftermath of her orgasm, Prioshka took a cock in each hand and brought them to her breasts. “Bathe me in your seed. Let me watch…let me share.”
Chapter Four
Something in Priscilla’s mind was telling her she was a wicked and wanton woman. She ignored it. This night had expanded her horizons, taking her into a dream world where love was shared selflessly, passion was boundless and pleasure just a touch away.
She was greedy. She wanted more.
Mat and Luk had given her so much, and yet she sensed there was more that could be experienced. She wanted to know—them.
She’d been thoroughly pleasured by them in the darkness, but now, with the dawn breaking, it was her time to watch.
They exchanged a look when she spoke, then moved to her sides, cocks rigid and already beading with a tiny drop of moisture.
Obeying some instinct, she stretched and rested her arms behind her head, offering her breasts to their gaze and her body to their hearts.
I am yours. Always and forever.
She pushed aside the thought that forever might only last a few more hours. She was determined to experience every drop of delight she could wring from these two wonderful men.
Her breath caught as they reached for themselves, and with slow strokes began the journey to their releases.
A cock would dip slightly, brushing her breast, and her mouth watered with the remembered taste of their skin—their seed. Each salty and tangy, they were different, and Priscilla smiled a little as she realized she could probably tell them apart now just from the taste of them.
Mat’s eyes were closing as his grip tightened, and Luk’s breath was coming faster. He kept his eyes open, focusing now on Mat’s hand, and then on her breasts as they rose
and fell beneath him.
The sound of their hands on their skin was an arousal in itself, the slipping of flesh on flesh providing the music to their actions and an accompaniment to the song their cocks were singing. A song of desire and heat and all the passion denied Priscilla for so long.
She smiled. Her life would never be the same after this night, and she had no regrets. No regrets at all.
Mat’s rhythm grew jerky and Luk’s thighs hardened against her body. They were coming, she just knew it.
With a matching moan, both men erupted, spewing their seed across her until it mingled into a pool on her breasts. It was hot, burning its way through her skin and into her heart.
They shuddered in spasms of pleasure, sagging as their balls emptied their precious cargo onto her willing flesh. Their seed. Magic life-containing liquid resting hotly on her body.
She moved her arms and reached out to them once more, running her hands gently over their shoulders. Their muscles were loosening now as they fell from the peak, and she rubbed them, soothing them and murmuring their names.
Mat reached for a cloth and delicately wiped away the warm stickiness as Luk reached for the covers they’d kicked aside.
For the third time they settled themselves together, like puppies exhausted from play.
And as the dawn rose, three hearts slowed, three minds eased, and three bodies fell asleep.
*~~*~~*
“Stay with us, Prioshka.”
Mat’s words fell into the quiet morning light as they shared a light meal, and Priscilla felt her heart stop for a second as their import dawned on her.
“What?”
“Stay with us, love.” Luk stared at her intently. “We want you. Beside us as we travel, beneath us and around us as we love, and between us as we sleep.”
Her eyes filled with the sting of tears. “How…I mean…where…” Her mind spun out of control.
“Does it matter?” Mat’s voice was quiet. “You need a place to call home. We need a heart to call ours. Is there a better match?”
Priscilla looked at them. So handsome, so strong, and yet needing something she, little plain Priscilla Hill, could offer.
