by Jan Springer
Involuntarily, her anus spasmed and clenched, aching to be filled again. She ached to be filled by all three of them. Oh, sweet mercy! She’d never experienced such lust, such carnal need. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning her frustration, her need.
“Take it easy baby.” Logan’s hoarse whisper sped over her senses like ribbons of velvet.
She whimpered in answer, suddenly unable to speak. Unable to do anything but feel their caressing hands upon her flesh.
“Now let’s take this off the bed so we can continue arousing you.”
Shivers skittered through her at what he said. She nodded curtly as she was led off the bed. Her legs were wobbly, and if the two men hadn’t been holding her, she swore she would have dropped to the floor.
All three of them caressed her, their strong hands melting over her shoulders, her waist, and legs.
Logan stood in front of her. She could smell him. His dominating scent made her tremble with a sexual need so fierce it was animalistic. Untamed. Wickedly delightful. He began kissing her, his lips melting like liquid fire against hers. Meanwhile, their hands continued to touch, to tease, to seduce every part of her. It wasn’t long before exhilaration raged through her and she gripped Logan’s waist tightly, keening at this pleasure.
To her surprise, Logan chuckled against her mouth, breaking the deep kisses. “Was wondering when you’d start loosening up, babe. It’ll feel much better when you do.” His voice sparkled. He sounded happy and it made her heart smile.
He leaned in and kissed the erotic area behind her earlobe splashing wonderful sensations through her. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and did such erotic things to her ear with his tongue, he had her trembling and barely catching her breath. Yes, he definitely did have a way with that tongue of his, and he chased away her fears all too quickly.
One of the other two men, she wasn’t sure who, but knew it wasn’t Logan because of his restrained roughness, massaged her breasts. He certainly knew how to handle them, for he expertly stroked her nipples, pinching and brushing his fingers firmly over them until she felt as if she were just two breasts. Weird to think that way, but she was. Behind her, the third man slipped his hands around her waist and pressed himself against her backside, letting her feel the big impression of his very hot and swollen cock against her left ass cheek.
Oh, my. He felt big. Just like Logan.
“Are you okay?” Logan whispered as he leaned in and kissed her chin. She nodded.
“It’s been quite some time since…” She inhaled a trembling breath, wanting to tell him it had been a while since she’d done anal, but the words just didn’t come out of her mouth. Mainly because she wasn’t sure if her confession might make them stop, and she didn’t want them to stop. Now that she’d come this far, she was way too keened and curious to find out what would happen next.
“You’re doing fine. Now just try to relax so we can entertain you, sweets.”
Have mercy. She was being paid to have sex with them, and they were entertaining her? What kind of men were they to put her pleasure before their own?
She forced herself to inhale, to loosen up. But how could any sane woman relax with three men touching her? At that thought, she almost burst out laughing as a tinge of hysteria shot though her. What would her female friends say if they found out? They’d think she was crazy, or maybe they’d be envious?
Fingers increased their pressure on her nipples, and she refocused back to the men.
Her men.
Sweet Lord.
More pressure from that large cock snapped against her left ass cheek. It made her dig her fingers into Logan’s waist. Made her wonder how it would feel like to have these two newcomers fucking her with Logan in the room, watching.
“You like this, don’t you, Teyla? Three men about to fuck you.” Logan breathed. “I can see it in the way you’re smiling. The way your nipples have become engorged. The way you’re creaming.”
She whimpered in agreement. Maybe other woman didn’t appreciate a ménage, but she did. Oh, yes, she did!
Chapter Seven
“Okay, guys. Let’s take this into the living room, now. I saw an armchair that will work for what we want to do to her.” It was Logan speaking, his voice thick with arousal.
The living room? She’d never had sex before in her living room. She always kept her guests in here. She didn’t dare mount a protest. She was way too curious to see what they were up to.
Because she wore a blindfold, they led her. She knew when they entered the kitchen as it was warmer out here and then she knew when they’d entered the living room because it was cooler. She shivered as the cool air breathed against her naked skin and hoped one of the men would make a fire in the fireplace.
That’s what she loved about her century-old farmhouse. A fireplace in every room. Beneath her bare feet, the cold, old floorboards creaked, and it didn’t take but a moment when she heard the squeak of the armchair as someone sat on it.
Logan? It must be him because the two men holding her upper arms didn’t smell like him.
“I hope someone brought the lube? And some condoms?” Logan asked. Yes, it was him sitting on the chair. Happiness bubbled inside her as she guessed what he was up to.
“Here,” Cassidy said. She heard the sound of something slapping against flesh and then another and she pictured Logan catching the tube of lube and a box of condoms. Imagined him sitting there on her couch, naked, his big cock engorged as he waited for her to join him there.
She shivered again as she heard foil being ripped open. There was a moan as he rolled on the condom and then the squirt of lube and slurps of it being lathered on his cock. This time she didn’t tremble from the cold but from the anticipation slicing through her. She whimpered. Both her ass and cunt muscles clenched with a need for action. To be filled.
“Easy, babe. We’re hurrying as fast as we can,” Spencer whispered in her ear. His voice was drenched with lust and amusement.
Cassidy let go of her and Spencer was maneuvering her around. She felt slightly off-balance with the blindfold, but then someone grabbed both her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. She relaxed, instinctively knowing Logan’s touch from last night when they’d walked and held hands. He was behind her. Waiting for her.
Spencer continued to hold her upper arms and she listened to Cassidy as he lit a match. She heard it flare to life and smelled the sulfur. A moment later, a fire began to crackle in the fireplace.
“It’s a good idea you have the wood and kindling in the hearth ready to go. Cuts down on time,” Cassidy said from her right where the fireplace was located. She didn’t say anything to his compliment. She had better things to think about. Like was her ass going to be able to handle Logan’s big size?
She trembled again at that thought.
“Cold, baby? No worries, we’ll warm you up, right, Logan?” Spencer said.
“She’ll be so hot, she’ll be burning with the three of us taking her,” came Logan’s confident reply. His deep voice melted over her like fireworks, and she could feel her every sense tuning into him, into them, her every nerve firing.
Spencer continued to hold her upper arm as Logan pulled her backward by the hands.
“Okay, now squat down, baby. Sit on my lap. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
She swallowed, warmed at his comment. Oh, yeah, he was right. She would be burning soon.
She did as he asked and as she slowly sat, his hot, solid-as-a-pole cock nudged against the tight hole of her ass. Okay. She knew what they were up to now, and her excitement flared to a whole new level. Holding his fingers tightly for balance and reassurance, she squatted lower, allowing his erection to press past her tight sphincter muscles. She gasped at the bite of pleasure-pain as he sunk deep into her, the pressure unbelievable. Sitting upon his lap, she was now fully impaled and gasping at the incredible pleasure-pain and pressure buried inside her ass.
Logan moaned and let go of her hands. “Come, g
rab the armchair and lay back on me.” She found the armchair rests and did as he asked, leaning back, and inhaled harshly as his cock sunk deeper and his warm broad chest nestled warmly against her back.
“Widen her legs and angle them up on each side of my knees. Then I can hold her open for one of you.”
Oh, sweet mercy. That suggestion had her creaming really hard. Hands did as he asked and they spread her, placing her legs over his. She was amazed she was this flexible, but figured it was due to that hard work in the greenhouse and all the natural eating she’d been doing since the Catastrophe. Oh, Teyla, stop thinking about that, just concentrate on what they are doing!
Logan tilted them both back as he leaned against the armchair, and she could only imagine how she must look to the two men with her legs wide open, her ass impaled on Logan, her pussy wet and open, waiting to be penetrated by one of them.
“Tie her hands to the chair,” Logan ordered.
She tensed remembering their conversation about bondage.
“Don’t worry, your legs will be free, not that you’ll want to kick anyone away.” She heard the humor in his otherwise lust-thickened voice.
She bit her bottom lip with a sudden bout of worry as her wrists were lashed to the chair.
“That’s it, baby. Let them tie you down.”
She couldn’t believe how hard she creamed at his soothing tone of approval. When she tried to move her wrists, she realized that if she pulled really hard, she’d be free. She decided not to. If Logan got turned on by watching her arms restrained, then that was all that mattered. She was here to please. All of them.
Calloused hands nestled upon her thighs and without warning two sets of mouths nestled over her breasts, warm, moist lips taking her nipples hostage, making her moan at the delightful sensations zipping through her body. Wow! She hadn’t expected this!
A hand cupped her pussy, hot and heavy, and once again she tensed, her senses raw and alert, wondering what was going to happen next. The pressure of a palm increased, and whoever touched her there began a slow, erotic grinding motion against her clit. The touches had her breathing faster and creaming harder. She leaned her head back and turned her face to find Logan’s mouth. He kissed her, his lips dominant and confident.
Once again, the men touched her skin, fingers exploring her every crevice as they massaged and caressed. Shock waves of wonder snapped through her like live wires. She’d never been touched by so many hands before. So many men. Incredible sensations lashed at her and she was suddenly just a body enjoying pleasure. A blank mind. Nothing else existed but their touches, their mouths, their teeth biting her nipples, tongues lashing and licking her breasts. A firm, hot palm grinding against her pussy.
She felt someone’s hands in her hair. Logan’s kiss intensified. The palm left her pussy. The mouths abandoned her breasts.
She heard the rip of foil. Condom. Thankfully, they were thinking. Anticipation raced through her as a sheathed cock nudged against her vagina. The hands in her hair tightened some more. Logan’s kiss intensified. His tongue slid into her mouth, dueling with hers. It seemed as if Logan wanted to make sure that she knew he was here for her. That despite someone else about to fuck her, he was the main guy. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on her part, but that’s what she was feeling.
The cock coming into her vagina was big. Understandably a tight fit, due to her ass being impaled on Logan. She whimpered as the pressure built. Felt hard, powerful hands nestling beside her bound wrists on the armchair. She pictured the man bracing himself with his arms so he wouldn’t put his entire weight on her and Logan. As the cock in her pussy withdrew, fire raced through her.
She whimpered into Logan’s mouth, curled her hands into fists, and instinctively arched her hips, accepting more of this man’s solid girth. She wondered which one he was. Cassidy? Or Spencer.
From somewhere nearby, she heard the other one toss more wood on the fire. It was getting really warm in here now with Logan kissing her and the other one fucking her pussy. He started with slow thrusts, and then quickly moved faster with more confident plunges.
Logan stopped his kiss and cried out in protest. But his hands were holding her tight, angling her head a little, and to her shock, she felt hard, smooth flesh press against her lips.
A cock? How in the world?
“Open your mouth for Spencer, sweetness. He’s up on the table beside the sofa, all nice and ready for you,” Logan groaned.
She did as he asked, and her lips stretched wildly to accommodate his hugeness.
“Nod when I hit the back of your throat, baby,” Spencer said in a low, guttural voice. When his thick, smooth cockhead touched the back of her throat, she nodded. She realized he would be wrapping his hand around his cock at one point, ensuring he didn’t go too far in. That thought totally relaxed her. She knew they were thinking about not hurting her, and finally, she allowed trust to melt through her.
She would enjoy this and not doubt them. She would accept what they did to her. This was good.
And, as if her body sensed her mind accepting, she exploded into a fantastic orgasm. Her mind shattered, and she moaned around Spencer’s plunging cock as he pistoned into her mouth and Cassidy fucked her pussy. Beneath her, Logan moaned as she bucked and gyrated, eagerly accepting Spencer’s and Cassidy’s thrusts.
“That’s it, baby. Go with it,” he said between gritted teeth.
He said other words in a soothing tone, but she was oblivious. She was arching her hips, tightening her legs as she opened herself up more for Spencer.
“Fuck, yeah,” she heard Spencer growl. His thrusts became faster, more powerful.
Beneath her, Logan’s cock pulsed and tightened and she realized Spencer’s pounding onto her pussy was causing some sort of friction for Logan, too.
Cassidy drove his condom-covered cock into her mouth, pistoning into her in the same fast and confident rhythm as Spencer. Having three cocks inside her encouraged her to go wild. She thrashed beneath them and simply gave in to her instincts. Became lost in her senses as a female, a woman being made love to by three strangers.
Spencer kept up his hard bucks, powering into her. His strong hips pounded against her hips as he stroked his long, thick cock in and out of her. She heard the slurp of her juices as he pistoned. Heard all three men moaning and groaning as they fucked her.
She grew heady and hot. Her lips felt swollen from Cassidy’s swift plunges. Her tongue grew tired as she continued licking underneath Cassidy’s cock and suctioned her mouth tighter and tighter every time he plunged into her. Then he gave out a strangled groan, and she felt his cock swell and tighten against her tongue. Felt the condom begin to bulge as it filled with his heated release and then he withdrew.
Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and she opened her eyes to see Cassidy’s naked form move away from the table beside the armchair. She turned her head and watched Spencer as he continued to thrust into her. His eyes were closed and pure, raw pleasure wrenched his face. Her tummy hollowed out at the sight that a man could look so erotic while he fucked her.
“Hey, babe, kiss me. I miss you,” Logan moaned and she angled her head so their lips melted together again.
Spencer’s thrusts increased, and she could feel his lower half tightening against her widespread legs. Logan’s lips pressed harder into her, and his body also tightened as Spencer’s pistoning became more powerful. Within seconds, both men’s cocks seemed to thicken inside her and they cried out in their heated release.
She was drained, her body covered in a sheen of perspiration. Aside from heavy breathing, the crackling of the fire and someone getting dressed, the silence in the room was overpowering.
“Make a bath for her,” she heard Logan say as Spencer withdrew from her. Someone untied her wrists, but she was too tired to move her hands or keep her eyes open. She must have drifted off because she didn’t remember being removed from Logan, and when she came to, she was being carried in a pair of strong arms.
Instinctively she knew he wasn’t Logan. He didn’t smell like him, but from the tender way he held her, she knew she was safe and snuggled up against a strong, hot, naked chest.
“Where are you taking me?” she mumbled sleepily, not wanting to open her eyes. Not wanting to know who was carrying her. Oh, heck, who was she kidding? She was feeling all embarrassed now that she’d had sex with three strangers.
“Getting you a nice hot bath,” the gruff male voice she recognized as Spencer said. Yes, the beauty of having a solar-heated water tank. Always hot water for a bath after her clients visited. In this case, three clients. Wowsa!
Balmy steam curled around her as they entered the bathroom. She smiled, feeling giddy and sexually satisfied and oh-so-pleasantly sore, yet unpleasantly sticky between her thighs and ass as he gently lowered her into the water. To her surprise, little bubbles snapped and burst and caressed her sensitive ass and pussy.
The lavender scent of her favorite bubble bath, one that she hadn’t used since the Catastrophe, wafted up from the steam, and for a split second, Teyla thought of the man placing her in the tub as being Logan. Logan as her husband and they were about to enjoy a bath together.
That lovely thought disintegrated as the warm water whispered over her flesh and her eyes snapped open to gaze straight into Spencer’s dark green eyes.
Wow, he certainly did have the nicest color of eyes, she thought as he tenderly set her into the tub. And damned if her face didn’t feel way too hot as another shot of embarrassment whipped through her. This man, this complete stranger, and his friend, as well as Logan, had just fucked her. And now he’d lowered her naked body into a tub of water and maybe even wanted more sex. She was tired. Kind of, anyways, and suddenly she wished she could just sink her head into the froth of bubbles and not come up until he was gone.