Val reached out with one hand, motioning Mason closer. “I need to taste and feel you throb as I bring you off.” She licked her lips and leaned toward him.
* * * *
Darryl clasped Val’s hips, steadying himself each time she moved. Each flex and pull of her wet pussy tugged him closer to his release. “Easy on the moves. I’m not too far behind ya. Ease us over to Mason, and let’s take this to the intense level.”
Val pushed back against him, tightening her muscles as she did. Darryl groaned, closed his eyes, and gripped her harder. “Yes, keep that up and I will cum right now.”
“Hang on. I’m moving,” Mason said. Darryl opened his eyes. Mason had scooted next to Val and was working to position his cock closer to her mouth.
* * * *
Mason slid one leg between Val’s arms. If he moved closer to her and got her right over his cock, she’d straddle him. Reaching behind him, Mason pulled a pillow on top of him. “Can you work this beneath me so I’m about mouth-level and you can’t miss me?” He winked as he raised his hips and began stuffing the pillow under him.
“I’m not sure how much I can help. But keep pumping your ass up and down like that and maybe I’ll just slurp you in and out.” Val giggled and used her free hand to push the pillow under Mason on his next hump. Tossing her head, she moved her hair out of the way. She noticed Mason pausing. Not bothering to ask why he paused, Val leaned down and sucked him into her mouth.
“Oh sweet Jesus. Woman, if your pussy is as tight as your mouth, Darryl and I are gonna blow and be done.” Mason pumped his cock rapidly in and out of her puckered lips. Panting, he lowered his hips back to the pillow and heaved a deep sigh. “I’m so damn close. My balls ache, and my cock is so fucking hard. I need to cream in your delectable mouth.”
* * * *
Darryl leaned over Val and slipped his hand around her waist. He traced her mons, working toward her pussy. If all of them came together, each would feed and fuel their release off the others. Pacing was important. “Slack your legs a bit, babe. Let me find your clit and bring you to a double come with us.”
Val eased her legs open, allowing Darryl to find her clit. “I’m not sure you can reach what you need to do that.” She shook her ass against him.
Darryl groaned and pulled back some. He made sure he stayed buried in her heat. He ground his hips counterclockwise and back, pausing long enough to sink deeper into her before easing back out to the point of almost withdrawing. “Play with fire and you get hot steam happening.”
Darryl slipped out and rubbed his hands up and down the small of Val’s back. “How about you lie on your side and let me take you that way so you can lick Mason from his balls to his cockhead without choking as I work you to a double blow? Your pussy and clit will thank me.”
* * * *
Mason grunted as Val engulfed all of him down to his balls and sucked hard. “Keep that up and I will drain my balls dry now.” Threading his fingers into her hair, he tugged, and tried to scoot away. “I want you to enjoy what we’re doing so much that you ask for a repeat performance again and again.”
* * * *
Val popped Mason out of her mouth and grasped the base of his cock. “I’m already planning the next feat. For now let’s get comfortable and cause one hell of an explosion.”
Val slid her legs out behind her, rolling on to one hip. She raised her top leg in the air and glanced to Darryl. He knelt on the bed, stroking his condom-covered cock. Dampness glistened on the latex sheath announcing how turned on and horny she was.
“Looks like that needs more of this.” She placed two fingers deep into herself and rubbed her G-spot until shivers erupted, taking her closer to what they sought. Drawing her fingers out, she traced her clit, moaning and jerking with each pass. “Oh, my god, that is so good. I want to come all over you Darryl as Mason creams for me.”
Darryl straddled Val’s lower leg and eased back inside her heat. Val balanced her raised leg against Darryl’s shoulder. “At this angle my clit and G-spot are throbbing. It feels like you’re deeper and further in me than before.” Val rocked from side to side, moaning as Darryl used a counter rhythm to stay joined with her.
* * * *
Mason maneuvered his way around Val, getting to where he could see what was happening while still remaining close to her. “Damn, that looks hot. You’re deep inside her for sure.”
Darryl nodded and thrust fast into Val, eliciting a deep moan from her. “Yes, this position allows deep penetration, and I can get her clit, too. Double hard blow and she loves it.”
Val took a hold of Mason and hissed, “It’s not nice to talk with your mouth full. I’m ready to enjoy your whipped cream.” She puckered her lips and deep-throated Mason.
“Ah–hh she is hot. Come on in, Darryl. Join the fray, and let’s erupt together.” Mason worked his hips back and forth, pumping in and out of Val’s mouth.
* * * *
Darryl eased Val’s leg down around his waist and leaned into the V of her legs. Slicking his fingers with her juices, he stroked between her labia and found her clit. Swollen, plump, and twitching, he knew she was close. Making sure to not come close to the tip of the nub, he feathered caresses around the pearl and teased up to the sensitive edges of it poking out of its hood. He eased out, pulling every inch of him slowly across her G-spot, to the point of withdrawing. Darryl watched as Val began bobbing her head faster and cupping Mason’s balls. Mason’s eyes drooped halfway closed, indicating he wasn’t far off.
Plunging forward, Darryl eased into Val and tweaked her clit. She jerked and pushed firmer against him. Two fast strokes of his thumb over her clit and a couple of semi-thrusts had her fucking him back. Her tight sheath got wetter and began tightening around him. “Yes, babe. Come with me cuz I’m there.”
Darryl clenched his teeth and rapidly thrust in and out. Leaning over Val, he took her pebbled nipple in his hand and twisted. Her muffled grunt and moan said she was not far behind him. Ripple after ripple of muscle washed over him as her wetness increased. He could feel her G-spot pulse with each ripple.
* * * *
Mason raised his hips and pushed into Val’s open mouth. He clenched hands full of the bedspread and closed his eyes. Pulse after pulse of hard-core pleasure raced down his cock straight to his balls, pulling them tighter against him. If Val sucked him down to them again and kept flicking her tongue over him, he’d—“Oh yeah! Here I come just for you, baby!”
Mason arched his back and went still. Slowly, he began dropping to the bed.
Darryl picked up speed, circling his hips as he ground against Val. Val tightened around him as her orgasm increased in intensity. He pushed in and quickly rubbed her clit. Keeping his strokes short and tight, Darryl pumped in Val twice as shots of pleasure streamed over him and enveloped his balls. It grew in strength each time Val’s clit throbbed. “One more time and I’m coming. Ahhh, God, that’s good!”
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Darryl caught himself on his elbows as he began to collapse with the last surge of his orgasm rushing over him. Checking on Val, he caught her glassy-eyed gaze and stifled yawn. Her quick nod and airborne kiss told him she was all right. Easing back, he encircled his cock with his thumb and forefinger, making sure he kept the condom on as he withdrew. He worked his way to the edge of the bed and stood.
Mason laid spread-eagle on the bed. His cock lay against his leg, streaks of cum coating parts of him. Darryl grinned as Mason cracked open one eye and stuck out his tongue. “Pppffftt. Yeah, it still works.”
Val began snickering, and then giggles erupted. Darryl snorted. “I think we all could use one last drink of water, and then I’m calling dibs on the side of the bed closest to the bathroom.”
Mason sat up and scooted to the end of the bed. He leaned over and kissed Val’s stomach before he stood.
“Eeek. That tickles. Behave, Mason.” Val reached up and stroked his cheek. “I’m with Darryl. I need to brush my teeth and use the bathroo
m. Then I’m out. I’m so sleepy.” She tried to stifle a yawn behind her hand. “Good sex and bliss are great sleep inducers.”
Mason patted Val’s thigh and walked into the kitchenette. “I’m gonna use the sink here to brush my teeth and wash up. Anyone else calling dibs on bed spots?” He turned and winked at Val.
Val rose and walked past Mason smacking him on the ass. “I’m taking the middle. That way I get covers and warmth from you two. Now where is my T-shirt?”
“Here, use mine.” Darryl tossed his to her. “I’m rinsing off in the shower. Anyone else think that’s better than using a sink and washcloth?” He pointed to Mason and trotted toward the bathroom door.
“Hey, no fair,” Mason called out, trying to edge past Darryl. “You won’t leave any warm water.”
Val stepped around them, grabbing her makeup case off the counter. “When you two decide who’s next, let me know. I’m going first.”
* * * *
Twenty minutes later, they crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over themselves. Val lay nestled between Mason and Darryl. Each had kissed her good-night and felt her up before turning on their sides, promising not to snore too loudly. Val couldn’t help smiling and humming softly. What had started out as an odd, off-the-wall incident hadn’t turned out too badly. Where did they go from here? She blinked her eyes and inhaled. Slowly counting to five, she exhaled. Sleep overcame her and scrambled her last thoughts.
* * * *
Mason squinted one eye open. Sunlight showed around the blackout curtains covering the window. He remembered looking at his watch before Darryl turned off the bedside lamp. They’d pulled the covers over them shortly before one a.m. How long had they slept?
Easing onto his back, Mason worked his arms out from under the top sheet. Darryl’s soft snores indicated he was still asleep. Mason smiled as Val snuggled closer, resting her hand on his chest. Once during the night, she’d spooned to him, murmuring she was cold. Holding her, her bare buttocks tucked tightly against his groin, her T-shirt-covered breasts touching him had sent his mind wandering down paths previously only fantasized about. In the light of day, reality set in.
Was last night a fluke? A one-time occurrence? What repercussions were any of them facing?
A loud knock sounded. Its staccato noise woke Darryl and Val.
“Stay put. I’ll get it.” Mason tossed back the sheet and rose. His morning hard-on drew Val’s smile. He shook his hips briefly from side to side.
The knock sounded again. Louder than the first time.
“One moment,” Mason called out, hurrying across the room, grabbing his shorts and a nearby shirt. He quickly pulled on the shorts and shirt.
“I’m coming,” he stated loudly, moving toward the door. He couldn’t help grinning at Val’s giggles. He glanced over his shoulder, holding a finger to his lips.
As Mason reached the door, Darryl spoke. “Don’t let too much cold air in.”
Mason shook his head and looked out the peephole. “It’s the manager.” He unlocked the door and cracked it open. Bright sunlight hit his eyes. Mason shielded them and peered around the opening.
“Sorry to bother you folks.” Wind whipped the man’s hair back and forth.
“It’s okay,” Mason offered. “What’s up?”
“Power went out around three a.m. and came back on a couple of hours ago. Hot water tanks are still heating water, so take it easy on using it. ‘Shower with a friend and save water’ is my wife’s motto in these situations.” The manager winked and continued. “Got a couple of messages for you. The airport remains closed due to blowing and drifting. Your employer also called and asked that you check in with them later on today.”
Mason thanked him and told him they would let him know if they needed to stay longer. Closing the door, he turned, finding Val huddled under the blankets and Darryl pulling on his sleep shorts.
“Damn, this floor is cold.” Darryl hopped around, pulling on the first two socks he found. “Now where’s my shirt?”
“Here,” Val began, tucking the blankets around her. “You can have this one.” She moved under the blankets as though she tried to remove the shirt she wore.
“Hon, keep it on. I can find one real quick.” Darryl dashed into the closet and came out with a T-shirt on. Mason pointed at his feet. “Yes, I’ve got two mismatched socks on. How can you stand the cold floor?”
“Not very well. I thought I’d warm them up on Val instead.” Mason dashed toward the bed, grabbing the edge of the covers near him and tugged.
Giggles and laughter soon replaced Val’s squeals and breathy nos. Darryl snuggled close to her backside, rubbing his hands up and down her back, egging her on to let him warm them up on her breasts. Mason grinned and slid his feet up closer to her legs, whispering about warming them on her thighs. Val sighed and settled back in Darryl and Mason’s embrace.
“What time is it anyway?” Darryl tried to turn to see the bedside clock.
Mason chuckled. “Rather than twist your neck in knots and let cool air under the blankets. Just look at my watch.” Mason stuck his arm in front of Darryl.
“Damn. Eleven a.m. We’d still be asleep if he hadn’t knocked.” Darryl inched his hands close to Val’s breasts, working his shirt higher as he went.
Val smacked at his hand and squirmed closer to Mason. “Behave yourself. Both of you.”
“Why behave?” Mason sat up and grabbed the edge of the blanket wrapped around Val. “I loved our misbehaving last night. How’s about more?”
Darryl coughed and snorted. “Requesting a repeat performance already? Damn, dude, been that long since you got laid?”
Mason looked down and kept quiet. He wrung his hands and sighed.
Val scrambled out from under the blankets and scooted across the bed. “Darryl, I hope you’re kidding.” She touched Mason’s arm and reached toward his face.
Mason raised his head, a goofy smile curling his lips. “Since a hot session like last night, you bet! Who wouldn’t want to repeat that?”
Darryl shook his head. “I agree. Can we discuss this after we eat and shower?” His stomach growled loudly.
Val cuffed Darryl on the arm and turned back to Mason. “You and your quirky sense of humor.” She shook her finger at him. “It’s a good thing I love you as much as I do.”
“What about me?” Darryl pouted his lip and looked forlorn as Val glanced at him.
Smirking, she patted his cheek. “You are loved, too. Now who’s showering first? That water is bound to be a bit cold.”
Mason inhaled sharply as Val told Darryl she loved him. He wondered what she meant by it as she told each of them. Did she love them the same? Differently? As a friend? His mind raced forward coming up with question after question and growing rejected feelings. There were still a lot of unknowns. Darryl was right, food and clean clothes offered a unique perspective on things that, combined with coffee, might clear the way for more discussion and clarity.
“I’ll go first if Darryl will make the coffee. He’s better at it than me for sure unless you like yours thick, dark, and burnt.” Mason grinned and stripped off his shirt. “I won’t be long if the water is that cold. Certainly will wake me up for sure. But clean and dry is better than musky and hot—wait, there is a time and place for the latter, right?” He trotted past Val, pinching her ass and winking at her.
Darryl chuckled. “I’ll make the coffee. Val, can you see what we have for breakfast food? I’ll let you go next on the shower. By then maybe the water will have gotten to mildly warm.”
Val stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m showering with Mason to save water. You can join me to save water, too, when he’s done. I suspect we’ll need to rush, so don’t be long.”
Val shucked Darryl’s shirt and tossed it at him. “Take care of this while you see what’s available besides leftovers and coffee. Thanks.” She trotted past Darryl, staying close to Mason.
Darryl caught the shirt and drew it taut in his hands. “Getting
cocky with me?”
“Yep.” Val waved and shoved Mason in front of her.
“Wait. I said I’d go first to a cold shower. That’s all.” Mason threw up his hands and skittered away from Darryl, darting into the bathroom. Mason called out as he started to close the door. “Val, if you’re sharing, get in here, cuz once I shut the door you’re on your own.”
“Hey, I’ll wash your back,” Val offered, hastily following Mason into the bathroom.
Darryl chuckled as the door clicked shut. Val might not get off as easily as she thought. Mason’s wicked sense of humor…
“Damn, that’s cold!” Val’s shriek, muffled by the door, reached Darryl. His smile grew. Pointing his finger at the door, he mouthed “got ya.”
* * * *
Val tried to exit the shower as quickly as she had entered. “Mason, did you turn any hot water on?” She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to keep her teeth from chattering.
Mason cleared his throat. “I did. If you had waited a couple of moments, you wouldn’t have gotten hit with the first blast coming out.” He stepped in and pulled the curtain closed. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”
Val pushed her hair off her face and arched an eyebrow. “You honestly think I’m gonna trust—Ooh.”
Mason pulled her to him and brushed his lips over her shoulder. Cupping her breasts, he thumbed her nipples. “How about I see if I can coax these smoldering coals into a fire?’
Val gulped air as Mason nipped and suckled his way along her shoulder working toward her neck. He slipped his hand down her hip and along her mons. Warmth started radiating in her belly, flowing upward toward her teats.
“Please don’t stop,” Val whispered, turning so her lips met his as Mason raised his head. She brushed hers over his, pausing to rest her forehead against him. “If there were time to enjoy this fully, I’d bend over and let you take me right now.”
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