Waves of clenching, tingling sensations flashed through me as the two men took their pleasure at both ends of me. A sense of power flooded through me along the currents of mounting ecstasy.
“Ah, we’ve got a great one here, Liam.” There was astonishment in Declan’s voice as he plowed his cock into my throat.
My hips leaped as Liam’s thumb found my soft little star. “Oh, she could be a keeper alright,” Liam said and in his voice I could hear the width of his grin.
As Declan’s pelvis rocked his shaft into my eager throat, Liam’s fingers stroked and probed at my ass. He meant it. He was going to fuck my ass. An electric bolt of thrill and fear blasted through me. I was afraid. I wanted it, so much. But I was afraid.
And there was no way I was going to let either of these men know that I was afraid of anything. Not. Ever.
Liam’s fingers had something cool and slippery like a gel as they gently pried my ass open. I pushed harder and faster on Declan’s cock. The intensity mounted in waves inside me and it soared as Liam’s finger slid inside for the first time. My hips rolled and I pushed down against his hand.
“Oh, yes,” he said, slipping another finger into my rusty star, “We have a winner.”
The cheeks of my ass slid around Liam’s wrist as I ground along his hand and rolled on his fingers. There were more fingers inside me now, up with the slippery gel, up inside my ass. My lips pressed all the way along Declan’s cock and made an ‘O’ around the very base of him.My eyes squeezed shut and I opened my mouth wide. Tingling shivers built up to stamping pulses and echoed through me. Right then my Liam’s hot cock slid between the cheeks of my ass and engaged at the opening.
Liam and Declan stroked me and they said lovely things that washed over me as I was slowly but firmly impaled at both ends. “Beautiful,” “Wonderful,” “Absolutely divine,” I heard Liam and Declan say all those things, “Superstar fucker,” “smalltown miracle worker,” but I was drunk on sex. I was only conscious of giving and taking from their two gigantic cocks.
Liam’s cock divided my ass and I couldn’t keep my mouth from spreading open at the stretch of it. A howl started deep in my core and rippled out in shuddering moans. Liam held my throat as he fucked my ass. Declan kept a grip on my hair while his cock cannoned into my face.
The tides inside my body swirled and sloshed and crashed together and burst in massive splashes of ecstatic release. My fingers and toes curled and clenched, my thighs and my buttocks tightened and released in rhythmic sets. I moaned and shouted, wordlessly since my throat was still full of cock, and the waves suspended, held, loomed and the burst. Then bigger. Then even bigger.
Liam’s thighs slapped loud against the bare skin of my buttocks and they rippled like the waves within me. Again I felt myself at the edge then, as Liam reamed higher, deeper into me, I tumbled, tense, flailing and arched into the slow explosions of orgasm.
The slap of flesh, palm to palm above me was accompanied by Declan and Liam shouting , “Eiffel tower!” together. My mouth slid along Declan’s pole and my ass beat on Liam’s and I had no idea what they were talking about, but still it made me laugh. Then, in the corner of my eye I spotted a reflection in a big mirror. Declan and Liam kneeling at either end of me and high-fiving. It did look kind of like the Eiffel tower.
The giggles started and set off a quake in my stomach. Liam and Declan caught it, too. Then there was a knock at the door. A voice from outside said, “Room service,” and we dissolved into a quivering heap of hopeless laughter, writhing and grinning and laughing out loud.
“It’s open,” Declan shouted and we laughed more.
“Come on in,” said Liam.
From the floor, upside down I watched the door open and a man, a boy really, in smart black pants, shiny black shoes and a red vest, pushing a golden trolley ahead of him. Glasses, plates and cutlery tinkled and clattered as he wheeled it into the room. He looked around and when he saw us, under his carefully unkempt hair was the look of a racoon in a floodlight. His face was a weather map of panic. Stay? Go? Stay? Go? Watch? Run? Watch? Run?
His hands flew apart and together like the blades of a broken windmill. Declan stood like it was perfectly normal and natural to greet a hotel waiter with his shirt open and askew, his hair all on one side and his pants wide open with his massive cock standing level with his navel. He walked across the room to the chair where his jacket was, fished out his wallet and went to the poor kid whose face was white by now.
Declan took out a bill and gave it to him and raised an eyebrow. His cock was springing eagerly and pointed right at the kid’s nose. The waiter just ran and, as the door slammed behind him, we all laughed like helpless idiots.
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Courtenay and Declan lounged on the couch and Liam sat in one of the big easy chairs as they munched sandwiches and chips ravenously and guzzled champagne from long, cut crystal glasses. Liam poured the champagne like a professional, holding the bottle with one hand from the base, tipping the glass and sliding the champagne in slowly down the side of the glass.
Courtenay’s dress was open like a housecoat. Underneath she was naked. Her full, round breasts bounced and rolled as she laughed. Liam sat forward in the chair, his muscular chest exposed by his open shirt, his black pants loose. Declan’s bare torso glistened with a sweet sheen of sweat. As he leaned back on the couch, his cock, still long and fat in repose, lolled out of his open pants.
“You’re a proper Miss small town good time girl when you get going, aren’t you, Courtenay.” Liam licked his lips.
Courtenay set her jaw and her lips tightened. “Small town slut you mean.”
Liam wondered if she was taking offence, but the spark in her eye said not. “I mean,” he said, “There’s a lot more firecracker in you than your little town persona might suggest.”
Her eyes flashed, “There was quite a lot of firecracker in me about twenty minutes ago,” she looked from Liam to Declan and back, “Two huge, hard firecrackers as I remember it.”
Declan’s cock roused a little. Liam said, “Gorgeous, soft flesh and an eager spirit like yours, that’s enough to get my motor running any time.” And he raised his glass to her.
Declan leaned forward to chink his glass, too. “To Courtenay,” he said, “the sweetest, tightest pussy, and the loveliest ass in the USA.”
Courtenay clinked with them and snickered.
“And the most wonderful breasts,” Declan leaned in again. She smiled shyly. Declan tipped a little champagne onto her pointed nipple and sucked hungrily as he licked it off. Then he looked back at Liam and spilled a little more.
Liam’s eyes shone as he climbed over to lick and suckle the champagne off her peachy flesh for himself. As he did and her back arched to push her breast farther into his lips, she jolted and let a little whimper out as his thick cock hung and slid idly against the inside of her thigh.
They sat back and looked at each other a moment, with soft, mischievous smiles. The two men leaned in to kiss her. Her tongue found Liam’s first, and she looked in his eyes as their lips danced together. Then keeping Liam’s eyes locked with hers, she put her mouth to Declan’s and moaned deeply as they kissed.
When they sat back, Declan lifted his glass to Courtenay, “We’ve been dreaming we’d meet a woman like you.”
She blinked and blushed, “I know you think I just stepped out of a Garth Brooks song or a fifties TV show or something, but I’m not stupid.“
Liam shook his head, “Really, a woman just like you. But we never believed in a million years we’d find one as beautiful.” His fingers traced her chin and her eyes narrowed like a cat’s.
“Or as sexy,” Declan’s hand slid along her thigh.
To Declan, Liam said, “We do need to find ourselves a contact in Bedford Hills, though.”
Declan nodded as he move to kneel behind Courtenay on the sofa. He smoothed her hair and stroked her neck before he began to massage her shoulders.
“What’s the problem with t
his person anyway? What’s anyone afraid she’ll do locked up in a cell?”
Her head tipped back as Declan’s expert massage took a slow rhythm. “That’s just it, Courtenay.“ Liam told her. His eyes shone as he watched her obvious pleasure. “Not everyone’s got the temperament to adapt themselves to a life behind bars.”
Declan nodded. “Matter of fact most people aren’t. Even the top dogs, the block honchos, they’re scared to death.”
“Conchitas or something I guess, in Bedford Hills.” Liam said.
“Right.” Declan’s thumbs were working their magic on her shoulder blades and the radiance on her face was an inspiration for Liam. He thought about massaging her feet, but he didn’t want to stop watching what Declan was doing for her, not yet. “There are just some people who are better equipped to deal with it, is all it is.”
“Sure.” Declan ran his hand down her spine and she moaned. He said, “It takes a certain mindset. A kind of a resolve, wouldn’t you say, Liam? Those places are so hard and so loud it’s relentless. People in there can have you broken in two in no time at all.”
Courtenay sighed as she leaned forward. Declan massaged the length of her back as her head hung. He said,
“Everyone inside is kicking, stabbing, gouging for position all the time. It’s an environment where a weaker soul can be cracked in no time at all. And they’ll likely as not have a fresh chicken broken just to show their power, just as a symbol. They’ll get someone from their crew to do it.”
Liam was breathing harder watching now. “If it comes to it, they’re perfectly capable of doing it themselves, just for sport or a bet.”
Declan said, sadly, “It’s true. There’s not a whole lot of entertainment inside, and the pecking order is all anyone ever thinks about.”
As her head swayed, Liam wondered if she was still listening but with her head still down and her hair hanging low, she said drowsily, “What does all this have to do with the woman in Bedford Hills?”
“Ah, well.” Declan squeezed his thumbs down both sides of her spine, “If she’s anything like a normal woman then she’ll be driving herself mad, thinking of anything she can do to get herself out of Bedford Hills.”
“Anything.” Liam said, “And that’ll include telling the police or the FBI or anyone else who wants to know, all there is to know about anybody and everybody she’s had dealings with before it all went so tragically wrong for her.”
Declan told her, “When some prosecutor in a sharkskin suit comes in with a sharky smile and tells her how it can all be all right with the snap of his finger, she’d be ready to blow his father, his grandfather and his dog.” Courtenay sat up with a scowl.
Liam said, “Trust me, most men would be exactly the same. Some people are cut out for prison life and most other people just can’t survive in the same place as them.”
She looked up and Liam’s heart leaped when he saw the look of a little girl lost on her face.
Her mouth turned down on one corner when Declan said, “It’s quite possible that there’s someone on the outside with a lot to lose. Someone who doesn’t want to play the guessing game and wait to see to see how it turns out.”
Liam took a hold of her chin in his hand and she brightened. Gently he said, “Could be that or it could be they were a problem already. Or maybe it’s because of something they did outside. Could be any one of a number of reasons. Could even be that the client is in there with her.”
“Could be just that her cell mate can’t stand her.” Declan’s hands were making her bite her lip. He pressed harder as he said, “Whatever it is, someone got in contact with our ever-loving paymaster and there’s a spot of business to be done.”
“The most likely thing is that someone’s worried about her suddenly discovering a singing voice.” Liam said, looking into her face.
Liam said, “I don’t know about you kids, but I could definitely use a shower.”
“That’s a good idea.” She purred.
As the water ran over their hot, naked bodies, Liam stood behind Courtenay and soaped her from her back down to her thighs. He anticipated giving attention to her feet, her little toes, later.
She leaned back against him as he reached around to lather and massage her neck, her stomach and her hips. Her ass, soft, round and slick, bounced against his waking cock and it rose up to nuzzle the cleavage between them. Her head tipped back onto his chest as he bounced her breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, loving the music of her sighs and moans. Declan shared the lathering duty on the tops and insides of her thighs. When his hands reached up to rub her mound, she seized his face and kissed him with a long, deep moaning passion. With his lip between her teeth she took hold of his cock and her thighs parted wider as she rubbed his bulb against the base of her clit.
Rivulets of water and foam trickled and cascaded over her breasts and Liam’s loving cupped hands. Her free hand reached back to pull his lengthening cock to rub tighter against her rolling ass.
Her teeth still held Declan’s lip as he said, hoarsely, “I really love our Smallville slut,”
She made a wry chuckle. “Me too.” Liam looked at Declan’s bright smile as he spoke into Courtenay’s ear.
Dreamily she moaned and said, “I’m sure you’ve said that to every good time girl and cocktail waitress from here to Manhattan.”
Liam’s voice was firm and sincere. She gasped as his foamy hand slid along her labia and pressed up. “We’ve never said it to anyone before. Neither of us.” Declan began to kiss her neck, “Not either of us,” he said. “Ever.”
Chapter Nineteen
DECLAN’S LIPS ON my neck sent chills and thrills running down the inside of me as the water bounced and trickled over my breasts and Liam held me from behind. His swelling cock nudged and prodded at my ass. Then he began to kiss my neck from the other side.
I held and stroked their heads, ran my fingers down their bodies. The hard ridges of Declan’s ribs, the jut of his pelvis and the ripples of his abs, each contour made me shake. Liam pressed against my shoulder blades with the heat of his chest and I was glad of the water splashing over my face because I think a couple of little tears escaped my eyes. I kinda sorta wasn’t sure, but I got a tang of the salt and my breath jolted.
“It’s true,” Liam said into my ear, “I really love you.”
As I gasped and turned my head to him, Declan said into my other ear, “I really love you, Courtenay. I mean really.”
I turned to look from one to the other, giddy with the thrill and I said, “I really love you, too.” As I kissed Declan and told him, “I really love you, Declan,” Liam squeezed my breasts and nuzzled my neck with his lips. I turned my face to Liam and as I told him, “I really love you, Liam,” I kissed him, deep and long.
I know that we both tasted a tear, I saw the look in his eye. I couldn’t be certain if it was his or mine.
Declan said, “Let’s do the YMCA.”
I shook my head, not knowing what he meant, but Liam’s cock stiffened and I thought, whatever it is, it’s probably not what I think it is.
Declan’s eyes flashed with a dark gleam and his body leaned against me. “Liam and me facing each other, our legs together, and we lean back, in profile we make a ‘Y.’“
Liam’s breath was warm in my ear as his voice rumbled “You hang in between us with your knees up like an ‘M’,”
Declan’s chuckle set me on fire, “I’ll fill up your ‘C.’”
And I thought I might faint when Liam said, “And I’ll be up your ‘A.’”
Declan sang, “It’s fun to stay,”
And Liam joined in “At the Y M C A.”
Before that day, I’d never have believed I could love having a huge cock up my ass. That had been done to me often enough, but it was never something I would have wanted to happen again.
When Liam prepared me, softening and massaging my little ass with gel and his fingers, he was careful to make sure the gel was a comfortable temperature. He was slo
w and tender about helping me to relax, encouraging me on, drawing me with him as he explored. Every moment, I knew that it was something intimate we shared, something close and special.
Feeling the width of his massive cock driving into me while Declan’s bulb waited, teasing and coaxing at the entrance to my aching pussy, I had never felt so close with one man, let alone two. Locked, sandwiched between them I knew I was precious, protected and needed.
As we fucked, the three of us, under the sparkling cascade of water, our excitement rose and spiraled and ascended until I could feel both men’s thighs tighten like steel cables. Their asses clenched and their abs pressed me until we felt like one being, one thrashing, sawing, biting, squeezing, yelling, gasping explosion of hot, wet flesh.
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