Carol’s Trinity 3

by Kirsten McCurran

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Carol. This guy has no idea how lucky he is,” Lacey breathes, her forehead pressed to mine, ripe lips there to be kissed again.

  “I might show him later,” I moan.

  “Show him now. After all, he’s paying for all this. He deserves a treat.”

  Lacey pulls one of my hands away from her and puts it right on Noah’s crotch. He’s rock hard when I grip him through his pants. Lacey keeps her hand on mine and together we rub his cock.

  “How’s that, honey?” Lacey asks him.

  “Oh, fuck…” he moans.

  “Don’t blow your load here if you can’t get it up again later. My girl is going to need to be taken care of.”

  “Don’t worry about me, baby,” Noah boasts. His confidence isn’t misplaced. I know very well how long he can go.

  “Take care of your man,” she whispers, kissing me once more before sliding down to kneel in front of me again.

  I look over at Noah and see he’s in heaven. He’s so into watching Lacey between my legs he doesn’t even realize I’m watching him. The naked lust in his eyes makes me want to straddle him and fuck him right here. I shove my hand inside his jeans—my charm bracelet briefly catching on his waistband—and grasp his warm cock. He doesn’t have a monster like his friend Conner, but Noah has nothing to apologize about. He’s nice and long and more than a handful. It’s a tough position, and I don’t have a lot of room to work, but I figure out a way to jerk him off in his jeans.

  “Oooo…yeah…” I cry, biting my lip. It barely quiets me.

  Lacey isn’t going down on me exactly, but she is rubbing her face against my flimsy panties, her chin perfectly placed on my clit. She’s also massaging my entire slit with her knuckles. It’s incredible and I lose it quickly, seeing stars as the dancer pushes me right to the brink of a powerful orgasm.

  “Oooo…ohmygod…ohmygod…ohmygod…”

  Even with the loud music, the others in the couch dance room must hear me. We’re all behind the beaded curtains, but when I look to my right and left, I just see the shadowy figures of men receiving their own couch dances. But they aren’t focused on their girls. They’re watching me, with my tits out while a dancer makes me come and I’m jerking off one of my boyfriends. Ohmygod! Feeling the weight of their attention instantly brings my climax.

  I cry out, grinding my pussy into Lacey’s face and twisting on the loveseat. I swear I see stars and Lacey keeps my orgasm going and going. I’m afraid I might rip poor Noah’s cock off, but I feel sticky warmth spread around my hand and I know he’s having a good time. The sensations in my cunt are overwhelming, and I have to push Lacey away and curl into a ball for a second. My whole body is throbbing. The several men are still watching me, I know it, and it gives life to wild thoughts in my mind. What if they came over? What if they touched me? What if…

  Lacey’s hugging me now and stroking my hair. She asks, “Are you okay, honey?”

  “Yeah, that was just…something,” I reply, hugging her back.

  “Good.”

  We pull ourselves together and file out of the couch dance room. Noah smudged my glasses badly, but I can see well enough. The bouncer by the door gives Lacey a strange look, then smiles at me. I’m appalled by the amount of money Noah hands over, but I’m pleased he tips Lacey generously. I take his hand, and as I lead him back to the table I ask, “Where’s my tip?”

  “Let’s go into the bathroom and I’ll show you.”

  “Haha.”

  Mateo waits for us at the bar. It feels like forever since we’ve seen him, and I feel bad he wasn’t with us in the back. I promise myself I’ll make it up to him and greet him with a deep, long kiss, letting him maul my butt with his hands. He notices my braless tits pressed into his chest.

  “You lost your bra,” he says, amused.

  Noah didn’t hand me back my bra when we left the couch dance room and he doesn’t seem to have it now. That bra wasn’t cheap, but I’m not going back there to get it. Some dancer will probably keep it. I hope she gets good use out of it. Or some guy will grab it, and he’ll use it his way.

  Mateo notes the stain on Noah’s jeans, but doesn’t say anything.

  “I think it’s time for us to get out of here,” Noah says. He’s not asking hopefully, like he did before. It sounds more like a command.

  I know what I promised myself before I went out. I know what I told my husband. I know my fears about John not being with us. All of that is still in my mind, but my pussy is also soaked and I’m feeling sexy and dirty and I really want to be manhandled by my two studs.

  “Sure, let’s do it,” I agree.

  Eight

  I tell my guys that I need a minute before we leave. Mateo waits for me, while Noah disappears into the package store attached to the bar. I have to be directed back to the ladies’ room used by the dancers. It’s crowded and I feel awkward surrounded by the ladies in their various states of undress. I tuck back into a corner and text my husband.

  [Me] the guys want me to go back with them

  [John] thought you didn’t want that

  [Me] probably not thinking clearly right now. Tell u all about it later :)

  [John] go if you want to. I can cover with the kids

  [Me] I feel guilty missing movie night

  [John] it’s fine. I’ll explain. Have fun

  [Me] you’re the best

  [John] I know

  [Me] love u

  I tuck my phone away and feel guilt bubbling up. I really do feel guilty about missing family movie night. I don’t see Isabella and Brandon enough as it is, due to my work schedule. And seeing my lovers is the worst excuse to neglect my family. I don’t put up much of a struggle, though. Selfishness wins too easily. I want this. I tell myself, I need this.

  I fix my hair and make-up in the mirror. The dancers are friendly and flirty. I’m happy to flirt back. With their encouragement, I lay the slutty red lipstick on heavy. I straighten my back and tug my top down. It’s obvious I’m braless, but no one who sees me is going to complain. I run into Lacey on my way out.

  “I’m glad I caught you before you left,” she says, holding me in the doorway.

  “How did you know I was leaving?”

  “I had a feeling. You have that look.”

  “That look?”

  She leans close, lips brushing my ear that way that makes me shiver. “Like you need to get fucked,” she purrs intimately. “Which one is the lucky guy?”

  “What if I said both of them?” I’m so pleased with myself that my smile hurts.

  “I’d say right on.”

  “Thanks. Maybe we’ll be back sometime. I hope you’re here if we do.”

  “I do too, but in case I’m not, here…”

  Lacey kisses me and presses a piece of paper into my hand. She pushes past me, and she’s gone. I sway on my heels as I walk, and I look down to find a cocktail napkin with Lacey’s number written on it—except it says Lila. I just stare at it for a moment before folding the napkin and tucking it into my purse. Wait until I tell John I got picked up by a stripper!

  I don’t want to go far with my guys. Noah angles for us go back to his place, but there’s a dive motel directly across the road from the bar. It looks like the type of place that rents by the hour, and I’m sure they see plenty of traffic from the strip bar. Going into a sleezy motel with my guys appeals to the part of me that revels in slutty behavior. Mateo goes into the office to rent a room while Noah and I stand out of sight in the shadow of a loud-humming vending machine. Noah offers me a cigarette. I haven’t smoked in years and I cough, but once it hits me, that old rush kicks in. He cracks open the pint bottle in the paper bag he carries, takes a pull, and offers it to me. It’s an awful, cheap whiskey, but I drink it anyway. I even take a second pull before handing it back to Noah. I need the liquid courage.

  Mateo appears, dangling an old-school key on a plastic, diamond-shaped key chain. I didn’t know they still had actual key locks anymor
e. We troop upstairs and I drop the remainder of the cigarette outside the door to room 302, stubbing it out with the toe of my boot.

  The room is what you’d expect. Small, dimly lit by a lamp hanging over a tiny sitting area beside the window. The walls are done in busy wallpaper that was standard in the 90s, and the duvet on the supposedly king-sized bed is a different busy pattern. The only nod to the passage of time is a small LED television in the room. But we’re not here to watch TV, and I barely have time to take all that in before my guys are all over me. Noah pulls my sweater off while Mateo holds my face and kisses me. They both guide me toward the bed. Noah spins me and now I’m kissing him while Mateo feels my ass. It’s a whirlwind.

  I stop them from pushing me down on the bed. I am not getting on top of that dodgy duvet. The sheets probably aren’t much better, but I’ll live with those. I throw the duvet, blanket and sheets back and place my folded glasses on the nightstand, next to the ancient clock radio. The guys watch me, waiting for my next move. I smile and pull the mock turtleneck over my head, untangling it from my chunky necklace. I put a foot up on the bed to unzip my boot.

  “Leave those on,” Noah instructs me.

  “If you insist,” I reply, flashing a sweet smile. “What are you two still doing dressed?”

  My guys are off to the races. They shed all their clothes in the time it takes me to unzip my skirt and get it past my boots. I leave the tiny panties on, but I know the guys won’t. I crawl onto the bed and kneeling upright, meet them at the foot. They’re to either side of me and I go back and forth kissing them while they both touch me. Mateo caresses my breasts while Noah massages my butt. Mateo’s kisses are more sensual. Noah’s kisses just scream, I need to fuck you. I love both. They bump hands reaching for my pussy and I don’t know who wins, but someone’s fingers explore my parted labia and I jump when they brush my clit. Noah kisses me while Mateo nibbles on my neck. I’m already horny as hell from Lacey, so the guys don’t need to do much to get me going. My wet cunt sucks at the fingers teasing me, needing to be filled.

  I grab their cocks, pleased they’re hard before I even touch them. Mateo is thicker—almost as thick as Conner—but not as lengthy as Noah. Noah’s not a skinny dick, he’s just not thick like the others. He’s more like my husband, and I love John’s cock. I stroke them both, thinking how variety is the spice of life. It feels powerful to have a cock in each hand, like I have these men at my command.

  Mateo’s lips and tongue feel so good on my breast, but I pull away from him as I bend down to take his cock in my mouth. His sharp intake of breath is my stripper music as I eagerly suck him, stretching my lips around his girth, leaving streaks of slutty red lipstick on him. He gathers my hair back into a ponytail in his hand and I feel him watching me as I suck, eyes closed in concentration.

  Noah won’t allow himself to be left out. He moves behind me, yanks my panties down and pulls my thighs apart. The panties are stretched to the breaking point just above my knees, cutting into my flesh. He spreads my thighs and buries his face between them from behind, his tongue snaking into me. My startled cry is muffled by a mouthful of cock. Noah sucks on my lips and dashes his tongue up at my clit. I shake and my moans vibrate up Mateo’s shaft. My head spins and already I’m overwhelmed by having two lovers. I’d forgotten how consuming it is. Mateo takes charge and thrusts into my mouth. My cheeks hollow as I suck as hard as I can while moaning.

  “These need to go,” Noah states, ripping my panties away.

  I’m annoyed. I don’t wear cheap lingerie. I’m thinking he’ll have to pay for them when both hands grab my hips and pull me downward. He must be lying on his back between my boot-clad legs—I can’t twist to look with Mateo in my mouth—because he pulls my cunt down onto his hungry mouth. Noah’s tongue snakes deep inside me and it’s a maddening, wonderful tease. I grab Mateo’s hips for balance, and he thrusts harder into my mouth.

  “Look at me, Mamá. Open your eyes. Look at me while you suck, Mamá,” Mateo orders.

  I blink my eyes open and stare up at him. He’s smiling, like he couldn’t be more pleased. It’s a possessive smile, but I don’t mind. Right now, my mouth does belong to him. He’s pushing deeper and it’s a good thing I’ve been practicing on Conner, because he’d have me choking if I hadn’t been. I hope he’s impressed. But he’s just using my mouth. Noah licking my pussy has me so distracted that all I can do is suck. All my little tricks are out the window. My muffled, garbled moans sound crazy to my ears, but I can tell Mateo likes them. It’s part of using my mouth.

  “So beautiful, Mamá. So perfect like this. Perfect little mouth,” Mateo coos.

  “Mmm…mghmm…” I grunt, drool dripping from my lips.

  He’s not rough, but he’s relentless, and I sneak my breaths in where I can. I plead for a break with my eyes and push on his hips. He rests the dripping tip of his cock on my lips, and it bounces over my cheeks as I squirm, riding Noah’s face.

  “Oooo…ohmygod…mmm…”

  “Sweet, beautiful Carol. Such a sweet, perfect little slut for us, aren’t you, Mamá?”

  “Yesss…ohmygod…yesss…Oh!”

  Noah presses three fingers up into my cunt and sucks my clit. I come immediately, flooding his face and he slurps away, giving no quarter. My vision swims and I’m giddy with pleasure. I might topple over if not for Mateo steadying me.

  “So beautiful when you come, Carol. I love it.”

  “I…I…I…”

  I don’t even know what I want to say, and words fail me. My stuttering turns into a shriek when Noah shifts me and presses his tongue to the tight rosebud of my asshole. He spreads my cheeks and works his tongue like an expert, pushing at my rosebud until it gives, and his tongue slips past. These boys love to eat ass. It’s peculiar. I’m not as tight back there as the first time I was with my guys. Conner likes to tease me with his finger, and John’s brought the anal beads out once or twice since then, but neither feels like a tongue back there. The tongue excites me in a special way, like I’m being tickled or teased—not just taken—and the tingling pleasure spreads outward through me until I’m moaning and gasping so hard it’s almost hard to breathe. Noah works his tongue into my ass and rubs my clit with his thumb and I’m in heaven. I’d do anything for a man who can make me feel like that, and I bet Noah knows it.

  “Yeah, Mamá, yeah you love it, don’t you? Show me, beautiful Carol, show me on my cock, Mamá.”

  Mateo pushes his cock past my lips without asking. I’m not ready, not with the way I’m gasping, but I have to adjust. He pushes that thick cock deeply right into my throat, my nose nestled against his neatly trimmed pubes. My eyes water and I’m dizzy and Noah has me coming and it’s so intense I try to scream, but I can’t with no breath and a cock stuffed in my throat. My vision narrows and my climax is so intense it’s like it’s sizzling through every single nerve in my body. I seriously feel like I’m going to black out by the time Mateo pulls out of my throat. I suck in a deep breath. The world is alive with color, and I swear the busy wallpaper is moving. I’ve never felt an orgasm like this. I do scream and Mateo hugs me to his chest and as I cling to him, Noah keeps tonguing my ass and rubbing my clit and I beg him to stop.

  “Ohmygod…please…ohmygod…please…” I whimper.

  Mateo lifts me off Noah’s face and lays me on the bed. I’m still a little dazed and could use a minute, but that’s not how these guys roll. He wraps my legs around his waist and slips that fat cock into me. I love how he stretches me. I really, really do love a thick cock. He leans down and kisses me as he bottoms out in my cunt. I run my fingers through his thick black hair—it’s long on top—and kiss him like we’ve been lovers for ages. I think I’m still feeling that last orgasm, because my pussy twitches around Mateo as it clings to him. He takes me with slow, delicious deep strokes and I tear my mouth from his to moan, “Yes…yes…yes…”

  “Damn, Mamá. So sexy…so beautiful…pussy feels so good…”

  “Yes…yes…yes
…”

  “You love that cock, Mamá. You need it, sweet Carol…”

  “Yes…yes…ohGODyes…”

  Our bodies rock together, me lifting my hips from the bed to grind against Mateo with every thrust. Now I can’t believe I put off seeing my guys. Being with them is amazing! Mateo is an incredible lover. He’s thick like Conner, but he has this finesse. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s just something about the way Mateo moves his cock in me. I guess there’s something to the cliché about Latin lovers.

  “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, Mamá?”

  “Yes…god…don’t stop…don’t stop baby…”

  “Damn, Mamá! I can’t. You’re so damn hot…”

  “Come…come inside me, baby…please…I want to feel you…”

  Mateo leans close and kisses me, then whispers, “Not yet, Mamá. We’re not done with you yet.”

  He shifts, slightly adjusting his angle of entry, his girth dragging against my clit. Now it’s stratospheric rather than just amazing. I’m coming again and slamming my cunt back at him, trying to make him come with me, but Mateo pulls out and leaves me writhing on the bed. I feel like such a slut being so desperate for him to come in me, but I want to please him. I want to be his perfect lover. Just like with Noah, I’ll do anything for him. I know how I look to these two younger guys, some horny, out-of-her-mind middle-aged woman begging her young lovers, but I don’t care in that moment. I want them to know I’m theirs. Being with two men taps deeply into my submissive side, and that’s what I was afraid of. I know no limits when I get like this. It’s my drug.