by Laina Kenney
Carolyn had never imagined a pleasure like this. It pulled her down into a world of dazzling impulses, where she was a creature of sensation, blinded and desperate. She was reduced to mindless begging, pleading until she didn’t know what she was saying or what she was promising. She only knew that if he didn’t let her come soon, she feared she would go mad.
Then he fastened his carnal mouth over her and sucked strongly, and she went off like a bottle rocket, with shrieking sounds, bright lights and sharp detonations that faded into a velvety blackness.
Chapter 6
Carolyn rose on her elbows with an incoherent moan.
Isaac was grinning. The force of her release still glistened on his swollen mouth, and when he winked and licked his lips, she could feel an answering grin rising on her face.
“You passed out, baby,” Isaac said, his tone a verbal swagger.
“I certainly did not.” Carolyn pushed herself up and tried futilely to pull her skirt down. It was lodged just under her breasts, and the damp silk proved difficult to budge.
“Baby, you screamed, and then you passed out. My mouth is a dangerous weapon. Admit it.”
Isaac brushed her hands aside and, with a few efficient movements, had her skirt back in place, her sandals on the correct feet, and Carolyn on his lap. She pushed his wandering hands away with a huff, clambered off his knee, and slid out the open door straight into Grange’s arms.
“Cara, you smell so good.” Grange groaned into her hair. “And you did seem to faint just at the last,” he whispered in her ear as he swiped his tongue along the sensitive rim.
She pulled away, but he easily reeled her back in and held her against his side as he escorted her onto the porch of the white stucco ranch house. She barely had a moment to notice the new double swing in the far corner before she was through the front door and in.
Isaac was right behind them, of course, whistling a maddeningly happy tune, a musical gloat about his devilish talent.
“Isaac,” she warned, stopping in the hallway to throw a glare back in his direction as she took off her pinching sandals.
“What?”
That deceptively innocent smile had no business being seen on such a depraved pair of lips—lips that still carried the moist evidence of having so recently been used to torture and please her most feminine flesh.
Carolyn flushed and threw her arms up in defeat. “Fine, yes, I admit it. You are a dangerous man. Your mouth should come with a government-issued warning label. You should be a controlled substance in all the states of the union. You are without a doubt the most—”
He grabbed her and stopped her angry tirade midstream with a laughing kiss that quickly turned tender.
“Baby, please,” he said softly and nipped at her lips. “I just want to know that I pleased you. I need to know that I can make you fly like you make me fly.”
His words were whispered against her mouth, and this rare insight into the man stole her anger and made her sigh. He snuggled her against his chest and treated her to another luscious kiss, while Grange crowded in to press his muscled abdomen to her back. The thick bulge pushing at her lower spine was an indication of his advanced state of arousal.
The incredible sensation of being held between their two hard, hot bodies woke her sated libido, and Carolyn whimpered and wriggled in voluptuous need.
She reached down and palmed Isaac’s stiff cock through his tuxedo trousers. He jerked and grunted into her mouth while thrusting, tempting her to add more pressure to her next downward stroke.
Grange’s hands slid down her spine and around to her breasts, and suddenly, her dress was around her feet in a silken puddle. She was left standing naked in the arms of two men, and the dark beginning of her favorite dream had her shivering under their roving hands.
Following the usual course of her nighttime fantasy, she pulled down the zipper and freed Isaac’s hot penis. The skin was velvety soft over the steely hardness, and her vagina clenched in a wave of pleasure at the thought of taking him inside.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth, moaning as she squeezed him and called forth a drop of pre-cum from his swollen tip.
Circling her thumb around and around the crest of his erection, Carolyn spread the little drop of wetness, while Isaac kissed her and Grange cupped and fondled her aching breasts from behind. The pleasure was so acute that the three of them moaned in concert, each wanting more but reluctant to give up the intense sensations they were already creating. They rocked together, bodies rubbing and pressing, hands exploring until their clothes were all on the floor and it was just the maddening seduction of skin on skin.
Grange somehow maneuvered them all into the large living room without breaking the physical connections between them, and when Isaac went to his knees on the soft carpet, Carolyn was pulled down with him because she couldn’t bear to let go of his gorgeous cock.
Still stroking a firm hand up and down his length, her mouth watering from her desire to taste him, she put her other hand on his damp chest and guided him to lie on his back.
“Carolyn, wait,” Isaac began, only to finish on a startled shout when her hand angled his cock in the air and her lips came down firmly over the big, flared head.
She swirled her tongue around the purple crest and felt a flash of heat pulse through her as the salty essence of Isaac hit her taste buds. She widened her jaw and dropped her head down, taking him in as far as she could and sucking before slowly releasing him with a smack of her lips.
When she engulfed him again, Grange pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy from behind while pinching her clit sharply, and the high, shocked moan she couldn’t hold back vibrated around Isaac’s erect organ. He bucked under her.
“Christ, Grange, what did you do?” he gritted, laughing. “Whatever it was, do it again.”
Grange braced one large hand on Carolyn’s back and positioned his big cock at her gate and pressed, letting her feel his heat and a hint of his size without entering her yet.
Instinctively trying to capture him, she jerked her hips back to tempt him, to lure him inside. Her soft whimpers gradually escalated to sobs as he continued to elude her. He rubbed the swollen head up and down her creaming slit, torturing her with the anticipation until she was almost bouncing against him.
Carolyn pushed her pursed lips down over Isaac’s knob, creating a slight resistance before she took the whole head into her mouth and sucked strongly. His muscles tensed in reaction, and his head fell back on the carpet with a quiet thump. As she repeated the action, Grange grasped her hips and pushed his stiff penis inside.
He felt massive from this angle, stretching her snug, swollen tissues as he worked himself farther into her slick pussy, and Carolyn gasped even as she pushed back, wordlessly begging for him. His soft rumbling laugh only made her crave more, and she got more as he slowly stuffed her to capacity. He was hot, and immense, and he set up a heavy friction when he began to thrust. The powerful surge and drag against her tender, unused muscles as he moved was almost too much, too intense, and she writhed on the stiff impalement.
Instantly, he changed the angle, and what had been almost painful was suddenly a rush of violent bliss bubbling up through her blood. Grange’s body rocked over her and inside her, which pushed her moaning mouth vigorously up and down over Isaac’s straining cock.
Isaac was red-faced and panting, obviously trying to stave off his orgasm until Carolyn was ready, but she was deliberately making it as difficult as possible for him to resist her.
“Grange, fuck, do something.” Isaac was almost begging. “I can’t hold on. Fuck.”
Grange reached under Carolyn’s body and caught her clit between two fingers as he increased his tempo, stabbing deep again and again. Carolyn cried out wildly with each new relentless lunge as her climax detonated within her, flinging her into a vicious burst of sensation. She was distantly aware of Isaac shouting and spurting against her cheek and throat but she wasn’t able to recapture him in h
er mouth.
Grange continued to ride her at a breakneck pace, pounding into her gripping pussy, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she would die this way, screaming her lungs out impaled on his monstrous driving cock. On a final urgent roar, he plunged impossibly deep and held himself there at the mouth of her womb, shooting jet after jet of hot seed into her pulsing, welcoming body.
Finally, she collapsed with her head on Isaac’s stomach, Grange’s big body resting half on her back and half on the floor. They were still joined intimately by his semi-hard penis.
Carolyn’s brain was blank as she struggled to draw in enough air to survive.
Isaac was stroking her hair gently, over and over, as if he enjoyed the feel of the long, silky strands. His stomach muscles were heaving with his panting breaths under her sticky cheek.
Grange was pressing his lips softly along the top of her spine, nuzzling her hot skin, offering comfort more than arousal it seemed. Between kisses, he whispered words of appreciation, encouragement, and extravagant praise.
Carolyn felt a surprising contentment, pinned as she was between the two men. She had been convinced that the reality could never be as good as her dark fantasy. Improbably, the men were still focused totally on her even after the act, stroking and petting her like a harem favorite.
To her dismay, the tender aftermath was as delicious to her as the enactment of her dream had been. It would be devastating to have to leave this seductive gentleness behind when they became bored with her, as they inevitably would. Devastating.
Chapter 7
Through an act of sheer willpower, Grange was finally able to get himself to his feet after the most spectacular sexual experience of his life left him feeling like his bones had turned to rubber. He reached down, pulled a limp Carolyn into his arms, and was careful not to jostle her too much while rising. Isaac, he simply prodded with his foot.
She murmured a question against his chest and snuggled her sticky face against his neck.
“To the shower,” he said in her ear, nuzzling the pink rim simply because he couldn’t resist. Her moan of protest made him smile. “This night is far from over.”
He could hear Isaac rise and groan feebly behind him as he carried his prize, gloriously naked and smelling of sex, up the stairs and into the master bath.
Grange turned on the water and stepped into the large shower stall with Carolyn still in his arms. After a moment, the warmth began to revive her, and he let her feet slide to the floor.
By the time Isaac joined them, Grange had lathered Carolyn’s hair and was rinsing the shampoo out. Her acquiescence as he washed her intimately was drawing out an unfamiliar tenderness from him that made his heart hammer in his chest and his eyes burn with emotion. It should have been alarming, but instead, it felt right.
The things this woman did to him!
She effortlessly called on all his most primitive instincts until he hardly recognized himself in the caveman he became whenever she was in pain. His bleak world was filled with color and emotion whenever he was near her, and he understood now that he was already dangerously addicted. In some unexplainable way, he knew that if this woman was not in his life, his body would continue to exist, he would continue to breathe and eat and work, but his soul would never again be truly alive without her.
He looked up into Isaac’s eyes, the cool brown carrying the same faintly shocked look that he was certain covered his own face, and knew that they would do everything they could to keep Carolyn as their own—starting right now.
Grange and Isaac moved in tandem almost instinctively, running their hands over Carolyn, rinsing away lather, bringing pleasure, encouraging her to relax and let them do all the work.
When Grange leaned down to take her lips gently, she sighed into his mouth. That sound was quickly followed by a sharp gasp, and as she jerked, Grange smiled. He knew that Isaac was taking advantage of her inattention to begin his teasing exploration of Carolyn’s fine ass.
As Grange looked down into her eyes, they darkened from their usual bright blue into a smokier blue-gray. It was a compelling change, and the dazed expression on her beautiful face as she tried to absorb the foreign sensations Isaac was introducing caused Grange’s cock to harden beyond anything he had known before. He could feel a drop of pre-cum bead at the tip, and the sensation was excruciatingly pleasurable.
Carolyn jolted in his arms and then, clutching at his biceps to try to hold herself up, sagged against his chest with a quiet moan. He realized immediately that her knees would be weakening from the power of the dark, forbidden feelings that Isaac was delivering as he played with her anus.
Grange adjusted his grip so that even though she was still standing, he was supporting her full weight. From this position, he could see Isaac’s hand moving slowly back and forth, parting the pale enticing globes of her bottom to gain access to the tiny entrance hidden there. The sight was murderously arousing.
“One finger,” Isaac commented, his voice low and husky. “Just the top joint of my finger, but this little pink rosebud is trying to pull me in.”
“Oh, I’ve never- Isaac, please -” Carolyn’s voice died away.
Grange groaned loudly at the image, promising himself that it would be his turn next. But he was so wide, wider than Isaac was, that it had become their tradition to let Isaac initiate their partners for the first round of anal sex.
Grange slid one hand down to toy with Carolyn’s sweet clit. Her hips started to rock between their bodies until she was moaning almost continuously.
She cried out when Grange slipped two fingers up her damp pussy, strumming her swollen button with his thumb. Through the thin membrane, he could feel Isaac moving his finger rhythmically in and out, teasing the nerve-rich area.
Carolyn’s body clenched hard, her tight inner muscles rippling around their fingers as tiny broken cries pulsed from her.
She clung to him for support, and her delicate face was so beautiful when it twisted with the new pleasure of her first anal orgasm that Grange couldn’t keep his cock from giving one hard spurt in celebration. From the way Isaac’s head fell back as he gritted his teeth, he was having the same delicious problem of trying to hold on to his own faltering control.
Grange and Isaac continued to pet her through the small release, both men using soft, barely there touches to draw out the tiny spasms until she slumped, boneless, between them.
“Shower’s over,” Isaac said under his breath. “Turning off the water.”
That was Grange’s cue to pull Carolyn out of the shower and to dry their bodies. Isaac turned off the stream of water and followed closely as Grange moved them smoothly into the adjoining master bedroom and onto the king-size bed.
The men crowded in close to Carolyn, holding her between their heated bodies, and took up where they had left off in the shower scant moments before, making sure that nothing disturbed the sensual mood.
Grange kissed her softly, repeatedly as Isaac reached into the bedside drawer to retrieve the lube they had stashed there earlier. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and began a minute, stroking motion, spreading the lube and working it little by little into the tight pink ring of her anus.
Every tiny thrust was accompanied by an almost imperceptible movement of Carolyn’s hips. Her sweet lips pressed against Grange’s hard mouth, seeking a deeper connection, seeking reassurance.
This act, so shockingly intimate, made a woman feel vulnerable, the first time in particular. Grange knew it, he understood it, and he gave Carolyn the approval she needed in the most basic way he could. He fitted his mouth to hers and ratcheted up the heat.
Grange used fingers and thumb to softly pluck the tender bundle of nerves at the top of her rosy slit while Isaac continued to prepare her back entrance.
Soon Carolyn was writhing between them, gasping and murmuring as she rode the waves of carnal bliss caused by Isaac’s moving fingers.
“Please,” she chanted, “more. Please. Grange.”
He knew what she needed, and turned them so that he was on his back with Carolyn suspended above him. Isaac’s fingers didn’t miss a stroke inside her tender ass.
Grange fitted the engorged head of his cock to her hot opening and pushed slowly inside her weeping cunt. He loved the feeling of being inside her body. He could feel the pressure of Isaac’s hand on his hard shaft through Carolyn’s inner passage.
“Isaac,” he said when he was fully seated, sweat rolling down his temples. “Now.”
“Now, now,” Carolyn echoed, shifting restlessly.
Isaac gripped her hips and moved into position behind her, pushing his hand against her back so that she would lean down to Grange. He tickled her glistening rosy hole with the tip of his penis, then slowly pressed for entrance.
Carolyn stiffened.
“Push out, baby. Just push out a little.” Grange was trying to help her, but God, his voice sounded like he couldn’t drag in enough air. Shit, he wasn’t going to last two minutes.
Carolyn pushed out, and Grange could feel the pop as Isaac’s cockhead made it through the tight ring of muscle. Carolyn reared up, crying out. Her eyes were dark and wide. She bucked once and then held herself unnaturally still.
“Easy, baby,” Isaac soothed, “easy. You can take us. You can take a little more.”
“God, Isaac.” Her voice sounded strangled, the sensations so obviously overwhelming as he pushed in a bit further.
“You’re so good, Cara, so hot and perfect,” Grange said through gritted teeth. He was careful not to move, though the urge to thrust was almost unbearable. He could feel the heat of her pussy scorching his penis, weeping and wetting his balls, could feel Isaac, too, pressing against him through the thin barrier. Every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to move. It was all he could do to remain still.