I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes, let’s.” I drew in a shaky breath and slid off Joe’s lap.
This time I led the way. Almost like a bloodhound, I followed the scent of sex and hint of Mr. Intensity’s cologne. Up the stairs to the pool level. It was dark, music drifted from the carefully hidden speakers giving a sensual aura of hushed sexual potency that mingled exquisitely with the sultry sounds of sexual moans. Breath caught in my throat and my nipples rose, aching for some of the hot action going on around us. Swinging my gaze around the chairs, past clusters of people, along the long couch, I looked for two men.
If I was casual enough about it, maybe I could lead Joe over to the corner, shaded somewhat by a wooden arbor, where I saw those two hunky dudes lounging. Their muscular legs stretched out and white towels casually slung around their hips. Which only enhanced the considerable bulges concealed beneath the terry fabric. My gaze crawled over them. The white towels were a stark contrast to their tanned and very buff bodies. I could almost taste them and licked my lips.
Joe snagged my hand and pulled me against him, his own very hard and muscled body like a wall of granite behind me. Holy hell! The physical and visual stimulation around here was enough to drive a girl insane with need.
“Check it out,” Joe whispered in my ear as he turned my head to look at the pool.
My lungs froze and I would have tripped if he hadn’t had me in such a vise grip. The pool was full of couples and ménages. I tipped my head, trying to make sense of the tangle of various body parts of who knew how many people in the pool through the mist rising from the heated water.
“How do they not drown each other?” I was thunderstruck.
“Who the hell knows, but they’re definitely athletic.” The splash of waves against the tile sides of the pool acted as exclamation points to his words.
I heard the humor in his voice and smiled over my shoulder at him. He leaned in to me and captured my lips with his. His kisses never failed to rev me up. And in my already high state of excitement, he succeeded in making my arousal close to excruciating. My breasts felt heavy and begged for attention, and I ran my hands up my belly and cupped them through the fabric. Rubbing my nipples gently.
I moaned into his mouth, not ever wanting him to stop. When he turned me and his hands gripped my ass, I wrapped my legs around his hips. He easily held me. God, I wished he’d taken a cue from the other guys and was wearing just a towel so I could feel his impressive cock with next to nothing between us.
He held me without any effort. He walked to the long, cushion-covered bench. When he let go of my ass, I let out a surprised peep when big, warm hands grasped my ankles. Unable to quite make sense out of the extra set of hands, I pulled my mouth from Joe and craned my head around to see.
Mr. Intensity and his sidekick gazed up at me. Their sultry looks burned with a desire that had no trouble flaring mine hotter. I glanced back at Joe.
“I’m—” But I really didn’t know what to say and was relieved when he interrupted me.
“You’re what? Horny? Excited? And wanting more than me?” He smiled and nodded. “It’s okay, because one day I might want more than you.”
Relief flooded me and I gave him a tight hug. “Really? Well, all you have to do is say the word.” Did I really just agree to a threesome with another woman or women?
“Don’t worry, I will.” He let me go and gave me a gentle shove back into Mr. I’s arms.
“Gotcha,” Mr. Intensity said and lowered me to the bench. I watched Joe as he shucked his clothes, tossing them in a pile against the wall. Clad only in his briefs, his massive erection was very evident.
I heard the blond suck in his breath and glanced at him. His gaze was pinned on Joe’s crotch and he licked his lips. I giggled and wondered what Joe was thinking right now.
“Are you both, um,” I hesitated, not quite sure how to ask, “gay?”
“First, my name is Chad and this is Phil.” Chad cast Phil a glance and smiled. “You’re drooling, buddy, wipe your chin.”
Phil blinked and seemed to snap out of his stupor. “Ya, ya, who wouldn’t want to get their lips around that impressive cock?”
I looked at Joe. What did he think of that? He’d never indicated to me he’d be open to that, yet here he was, handing me off to two guys and chucking his clothes. He looked at me and then Phil.
“Sorry, dude, not happening. This is for Tara,” he cupped his balls, “and I’m pretty sure we can all have a good time being careful with the body parts.”
I glanced at Chad and Phil to see what they were thinking. They didn’t seem put off and I was relieved.
“No worries.” Phil placed his hand on Chad’s thigh. “We’re fine with that and would be happy to give Tara a night to remember.”
I smiled and let Chad pull me back against his chest, liking how Phil had finally found his voice.
“You’re shivering,” Chad commented.
“I’m not cold.”
He chuckled and my eyelids fluttered. His voice was hypnotic. I let my eyes close. Better to not think too much. Just enjoy and languish in their waiting arms. I smiled and heard Joe’s voice. It was close, as if he were above me, but I still kept my eyes closed, squeezing them so I wouldn’t be tempted to peek.
I just wanted to feel.
“What’s that smile for, darling?”
“Mmm, no reason. Just anticipating, I suppose.”
Fingers curled around my ankles, warm and tight. I drew in a soft breath as they began to massage me and move up my calves.
“Relax, baby.” That was Chad.
I nodded and let my breath out. Every muscle seemed to buzz to life. A quaking deep inside grew with a ferocity that soon had me trembling with need. My teeth even chattered and I bit down, trying to calm myself. The muscles in my jaw and cheeks hurt I clamped down so hard.
The hand resting on my head slid through my hair and it was exquisite. My scalp tingled and sent shimmering ripples of delight sparkling down my body, as if a spritz of fizzy water had been poured over me.
“Check out those nipples.” Chad’s voice swirled around me like sticky, warm honey.
I didn’t have to see, just feel. The tension in my breasts grew and my nipples hardened as a rush of pleasure fanned out over my flesh. Warm fingers rested underneath my breast, a thumb, or at least I guess it was a thumb, swept under the skimpy fabric and found my nipple, tormenting it mercilessly. I no longer cared if I made a noise or squirmed. It was all I could do to not bounce off my back and tackle one of them beneath me.
“Hold her, Phil.” It was Joe doing the instructing and I was glad he’d taken charge. It kept us connected somehow, even with Chad and Phil joining in. This time I opened my eyes, wanting to see where all the players were.
Looking down, Joe was between my ankles, holding them. Chad sat to my left and it was his thumb rubbing my nipple, his other hand holding his ramrod-hard cock and stroking it. I reached for it and just as I was about to curl my fingers around his thickness, Phil took my wrists and pulled them over my head. I glanced up at him, his face upside down.
His fingers lightly rubbed the tender flesh on my inner wrist. The featherlight touch was more powerful than if he pressed firmly. It set my blood on fire and a molten path of heat poured through my veins.
“Her heart’s hammering. I can feel it,” Phil told the other guys and then smiled at me. I returned it, unsure of how nice a smile it really was, because it felt like a grimace as I tried to keep some self-control.
He rose on his knees and I saw he’d shed his towel. Two naked, impressively large and hard cocks hovered near my face. I realized my mouth was open, as if waiting to be fucked by them and snapped it shut before glancing down at Joe. My stiff lips wouldn’t let me form words and I moistened them again.
“Take your briefs off,” I stammered.
“Is that a command or a request?”
“Does it matter? Just take them off.”
“Sounds like a co
mmand to me.” He smiled and winked. “I accept that.”
He stood and pulled his briefs down, kicking them into the pile with the rest of his clothes. I heard Phil groan and mine echoed his. Joe was a sight to behold. Thicker and larger than the other two, his cock stood proud from the nest of dark hair.
I felt hot warmth seep from me and opened my legs a bit more, not caring if my pussy was bare for all the world to see. I was the only one still clothed and it was time to remedy that. I slid my fingers up my thighs, wishing they were one of the men’s touching me, and pulled at the hem of my skirt. Glancing between the three faces, I smiled at their rapt attention on what I was doing.
Slowly I inched the fabric higher until it seemed they were near panting at my purposely slow reveal. Their concentration on my every move was a huge turn on. But I wanted them to touch me, and let my hands drop beside my hips.
“It’s up to you now, boys.” My voice was low and sultry. I was so horny I didn’t have to even try to sound sexy. It just happened.
It was as if they all leapt at once and suddenly I was assaulted with three pairs of hands all over me. Each one distinctly different than the next, both in touch, pressure, skin. I closed my eyes to fully grasp the sensation of the multiple strokings. Reaching my hands out, I found the powerful thighs of both Chad and Phil as they kneeled next to my shoulders. A shiver trembled through me, knowing their very ready cocks were not far from my face.
Joe, still between my knees, rested his hands at the top of my thigh, achingly close to my pussy. Just a little bit more and he’d be touching me where I wanted it most. His fingertips played with the edge of my skirt and I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that snagged in my lungs.
“Phil, hold her head and let me unwrap her.”
Unwrap me? What a different way to say get her clothes off! It sounded so exciting, like a surprise treat or a present. Something to anticipate. I loved it.
Phil’s powerful fingers held the back of my head and sensuously slid down my neck, his thumbs probing deep into my shoulders. I couldn’t help the sigh edged with a lusty groan. It was as if his touch reached right down into my belly and stroked my most intimate place. I moaned again as he massaged me and cradled my head at the same time.
It was becoming almost too unbearable and I began to writhe under the too-numerous-to-sort-out touches flitting all over my body. Joe slid his fingers under the tiny excuse for a skirt and ran the tips through my throbbing folds, stopping just before he reached my clit. Teasing, tempting and making me ache for more. Mirroring his moves, Chad pushed the flimsy material away from my breasts. The night air swept over the tips. My nipples hardened into tight points. All three men drew in a breath.
“Her tits are perfect,” Phil commented and his pressure increased on my shoulders.
“They sure are. I can almost taste them.” Chad’s voice seemed closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my imagination take hold. In my mind’s eye I could see the men bent over me, their big hands on my body, their cocks full and pulsing and anxious to find their way inside me. My fingers twitched. If I hadn’t been a muddled-up mess of muscles, I would have reached for a thick, throbbing cock, curled my hands around the stiff length and stroked it, milked it to attention and—
“Ahh…” Soft but insistent lips pressed to my nipple and my eyes flew open. Chad leaned over me and I watched him pull on the tip with his lips, licking and sucking. I’d watched Joe suck me, but there was something about the way Chad worked it. The sensation of the flick of his tongue, nip of his teeth and his gaze glued to mine, made heat and sheer lust swell to bursting inside me.
I couldn’t control the bump of my hips on the cushion, hoping…no needing Joe to fill me. Fuck me and drive deep, hard. Instead he chuckled, a deep, dangerous sound that zipped through my veins like an electrical charge.
He pressed fingers to my clit and I nearly died when his thumbs played at my entrance. I looked up to Phil, his head looming over me. The intensity of his expression told me how turned-on he was too. He leaned over and his hands tracked down my sides until one caught my breast that Chad hadn’t shown any attention to yet, and his other hand reached for Chad’s cock.
I was struck dumb when he curled his fingers around the thick length. I’d never seen a man touch another man before. It was thrilling. Chad gripped me harder as he slid his hand to the tip of Phil’s cock. Shards of pain sparked along my nerves and then receded into a sweet, dull, erotic ache. I didn’t look away from Phil stroking Chad’s cock. It was mesmerizing watching the big masculine hand fondle and twist another man’s cock. His balls pulled up tight and I imagined running my tongue along the rippled flesh. I nearly cried with need.
Joe’s thumbs pressed on me, in me and I responded to their demand, letting my legs fall open wider. But I couldn’t look away from the sight before me. A glimmer of pre-cum bubbled at the tip and my tongue snaked out, longing to lick it off the bulging head of Chad’s cock. It was all I could do to remain still, but then they had me restrained pretty tight so I didn’t struggle. The three sets of strong hands kept me pinned in place.
For once I wasn’t trying to control things. The urge to give instructions vanished on the rousing waves of desire. These guys were doing just fine and I relaxed and let them have their way. Not being in control was wonderful. The three of them could figure it out. Happily I let myself melt into the cushion underneath me and cleared my mind, only focusing on the feel of the multitude of hands on me, in me and the lips that sucked and licked and pulled.
“Oh. My. God.” I didn’t care that I shouted out loud. I couldn’t help myself.
Joe cradled himself between my thighs, bringing my attention to his touch when I felt his skilled tongue press into my pussy. He stabbed me with deep, slow movements that mirrored the swirl of his fingers on my clit. Chad continued showing my girls some love and boy-oh-boy the combination of the two was beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.
Was Phil still stroking Chad’s cock? He’d let go of my breast so I wondered where he’d gotten to. I had to see, missing his hand. My eyeballs nearly fell out of my head.
Phil was behind Chad. He spit into his other hand and rubbed it over his condom-sheathed length. My eyes widened, knowing he was going to fuck Chad. A thrill raced through me as I watched. Waited. Phil met my gaze, his bedroom eyes full of passion, and he smiled. I nearly swallowed my tongue. Holy hell!
I pulled my gaze from his and stared at his cock and hands. Watching how he slid his palm over Chad’s ass then gave it a ringing slap before parting the tight cheeks. How lucky was I that I was able to see most of the show from this angle.
Phil stroked himself and by the movements of his hand, and the way Chad sucked in a sharp breath, I knew Phil was rimming his hole. Priming him for fucking. Chad fumbled in his slurping on my breast when Phil placed his cock where his fingers had just been. He flexed his hips and thrust. I heard a hushed sound of surprise from farther away. Had we gained an audience?
At this point I didn’t care and watched as Phil curled over Chad’s powerful back. His head rested on Chad’s shoulder while he slowly humped him from behind. His arms snaked around Chad’s side and he fisted his cock in his fingers.
I blinked, trying to clear my vision. He was fucking him. I turned to Joe and he grabbed my chin, pulled me in for a hot, violent kiss. Holy shit, this was amazing.
Chapter Three
I’d lost a sense of place and time, so turned-on and basically dripping men. My pussy quivered and throbbed, wanting desperately to be filled by Joe. The heaviness in my breasts and tingling fanning out from my nipples cried for more.
I sighed when Chad lifted his head and growled, leaving my boobs in a high state of anxiety. I guess he couldn’t concentrate with Phil humping him from behind, unable to do two things at once.
So it was all up to Joe now as the two hotties began to focus on themselves and forget about me. I sighed. So much for a ménage. And just when I thought it might happe
n. Yes, I told myself, it is all about me. Goddammit.
I looked down at Joe, his head between my thighs, and was thankful he hadn’t run off too. This time the sigh that slipped from my lips was one of pleasure. The urge to come grew slowly, tightening across my belly. I sucked in a breath and held it as the sensation built. Finding my nipples, I rubbed the pads of my fingers over the sensitive tips and groaned.
“She’s close.” Chad’s voice surprised me. I thought he was long gone in a world of his own. “I love it when a woman plays with herself.”
Phil must have pulled out of Chad because he began to give instructions, with Phil no longer behind him.
“Joe, it’s time.” The tone in Chad’s voice was thick with arousal.
“Come on, sweets.” Joe slid his hand up my side and pulled me to a sitting position.
I didn’t care that my head lolled and it was all I could do to manage a smile when Chad and Phil reached for me, turning my body until I faced Joe, who had risen to his knees.
Each of them seemed to have octopus hands as they touched me everywhere. I glanced around and saw that many groups were in the wild throes of sex. While others sat fully clothed and watched us.
A thrill ran through me. We were being watched. A group had clustered with their full attention on us.
“Don’t worry about them,” Chad told me. “It’s why we are all here. Exhibitionists and voyeurs.”
I turned to look at Joe, who had crept forward until my nipples brushed his chest and his cock slid between my thighs, excruciatingly knocking my clit. That did it and I pushed him back.
“Lie down,” I told him.
He fell back with a smile. Just as I was about to straddle him, Chad and Phil lifted me and placed me down on Joe’s muscular thighs.
I grabbed his cock and gently pulled, loving the feel of his hardness and silky skin. “We need a condom.”
“Here. I’ll do it.” Phil ripped open the package and I sat wide-eyed, watching as he slid it over Joe’s cock. “If this is as close as I can get to you, it will have to do,” he told Joe and gave him a wink.
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