by Troy Storm
Barely.
Reluctantly unprying her hands, she sank onto the sofa, stretching luxuriously, as Chad scurried to the kitchen and Stephen leaned over the overstuffed back to snuggle into her neck. “I too shall return,” he purred into her ear.
Her voice caught. She turned her head, eyes damp. “Stephen, thank you. Thank you thank you,” she whispered, urgently. “For understanding, for just being you.”
“I like the words.” His voice was husky, his eyes also moist. “But I’m expecting the actions.” His husky voice melted into tantalizing dark chocolate tones as he backed out of the room.
Chad returned with a half-filled champagne glass poised over his dick. Syble laughed as she gently tilted the glass and cupped her hand underneath, allowing a few drops to further wet the already moist meat.
“Madame has changed her mind. Gimme the glass, buster. If madame put her tongue to that piece of champagne-dipped welcome mat, you’d have to pry madame off with a crowbar and that might spoil the welcome you two misters seem to have planned.”
“I can live with that.” Chad handed her the glass and wiggled his hips to swirl his dick enticingly. “Stevie might get a little annoyed, but we know how to make him feel better, right?”
“Stevie?” Her husband never allowed anyone to call him by that diminutive. Wow, she thought, Chad must have really learned how to get on his good side.
“You called?” She heard Stephen’s voice behind her as he re-entered.
“Yeah, Stevie.” She turned to confront the naked man and was stopped at the sight. A giggle arose at his costume—a black bow tie adorning the root of his formidable erection—but it was quickly replaced by her awed gasp. “Wow, Stephen. You look…great!”
His chest swelled even more as he sucked in his gut to outline the lurking six-pack. “Chaddie, here has been riding me like hell since you’ve been gone. A week of total torture,” his full lips quirked up at the smug young coach.
“Ooooh.” She set the champagne aside and bounced upright. “Come, let me feel.”
Stephen hurried to stand next to his buddy. Both erect dicks throbbed in front of her, equally hard, equally ready.
Laughing at the sight, she grabbed them both, pressed the wet-nosed heads together and added her pursed lips to the dick kiss. “I can’t wait any longer,” she wailed. “I wanna have sex!”
A quick glance between them and the two men attacked her, pulling off her clothes as Syble assisted, giggling and laughing at their clumsy eagerness. Chad momentarily draped her wet panties over his head; Stephen stretched her bra in front of his newly shaped, hairy chest. Laughing, they swept her into their arms, Chad holding her upper body, Stephen her hips and legs. Quickly, they maneuvered her to the closed door of the bedroom. Stephen slowly lowered her.
She stood between the two men, all three facing the alien territory. As if on a silent cue, they all reached for the doorknob at the same time.
The room was suffused with the light of a myriad candles; several dozen flowers were scattered about in vases. With a squeal of delight, Syble excitedly kissed them both and eagerly dashed about admiring the blooms, checking the candles and laughing aloud at the bowl full of variously scented and tastes of condoms and lubes.
Motioning them to stay back, she hopped up on the bed and stretched, slowly and carefully arranging her beautiful limbs in an enticing pin-up pose. Her heavy lids drifted down seductively as their eyes dilated at the sight.
Chad and Stephen glanced at each other, the young man’s face going from open lust for the naked woman spread on the bed before them, to a questioning lift of his eyebrows. Stephen smiled and gently swung an arm inviting Chad to proceed.
Chad took a moment, then grabbed Stephen’s nearest hand and they both approached the bed in tandem. Her eyes filled with tears of joy.
It wouldn’t be the last time her cheeks were wet that evening, but not necessarily with tears.
With a howl, Chad held Stephen back and leaped onto the bed, grabbing Syble and tumbling about. Stephen eased himself into the tangle of limbs and the two men smothered her naked flesh with kisses.
“Oh god it’s good to have you back.”
“Jeez, we missed you, little nipple, oooh, big nipple and big nipple!” Lips closed over them and her breasts were cupped and filled two pairs of hands. “And big, beeootiful boobies, come to daddy. Daddies!” Their hands were everywhere, up and down her body, inside her thighs. She was on her back, spread open to their touch. Mouth and tongue and teeth trailed up the inside of her arms, nesting in her armpits and palms to stroke and nibble and snuffle.
Syble’s eyes fluttered. She tried desperately to keep them open, but the men were sending sensations through her that she couldn’t categorize.
Whose hands were stroking her mounds? Whose strong fingers dipping into the flooding moistness of her pussy? A hairy thigh swept over her. Stephen? No. It was Chad. She had never noticed, smooth top, hairy thighs. The hairy thigh opened its mouth and suckled her breast. What? No. Somebody’s magnificent ass sailed in and out of her view. Ah! Stephen’s low-hangers…attached to Chad’s totem pole? She began to giggle between the gasps of pleasure. Two dickheads nuzzled at the trembling lips of her pussy. Vying for entrance? Both at once?
Her whole body sang. Waves of warm sunlight rose from her nether regions to shatter into fireworks singeing her skin as male mouths and hands and muscles massaged her. Stephen entered her. She would know his dick anywhere, anytime, under any circumstances. He stroked in and out of her powerfully, filling her, stretching her, igniting her clit, lunging deep into the depth of her being.
Groggily, she glimpsed him pulling Chad from wherever he was to crouch over their heads. Opening her eyes fully, she saw the strong athletic thighs tensing inches from her face, the delicate hairs already moist with exertion. The pebbled, tight sack of balls brushed her nose and his meat, dripping with precum, swam into view as the firm, arched flesh was thrust between hers and Stephen’s lips. Her mind became frazzled. The powerful stroking inside her melded with the throbbing meatiness slipping in and out of her mouth as she and Stephen shared ingesting the young man.
A roil of pleasure and the wellspring inside blew. Her body quivered and jerked as an initiating drumroll of orgasms throbbed from her deepest cavern. With a quick twist of his head, Stephen thrust Chad’s equally quivering shaft into her mouth as the young man’s hot spunk shot into her. Her cheeks sank in, vacuuming the mancream deep as her love tube squeezed and milked Stephen’s milk into her innermost recesses.
Syble gasped for air, allowing the still-dribbling shaft to fall from her lips where it was instantly encased in Stephen’s pursed clean-up lips, the concluding drops completely swilled into his guzzling throat.
Stephen slowly extricated himself, her emptied pussy still feeling lusciously crammed and bloated. Chad slid down her front, replacing Stephen, his hard dick drizzling cum down her forehead and nose. She grabbed a quick suck as he continued dragging the massive appendage past her mouth, into the embracing cleft between her heavy breasts, over her belly and finally through the sopping mat of pussy fur into the still-gaping maw.
With a grunt, he arched his hips and drove the hook deep into her clutching membranes and, with a sigh of infinite gratitude, settled onto her and sank into her center.
His body was heavy on her, pressing every inch of his young frame into her womanly one.
Stephen waited, stretched at their side, his eyes on Syble’s enraptured look and Chad’s euphoric one. A shadow of concern crossed her face as she caught a glimpse of Stephen patiently watching.
His lips quirked knowingly.
“He’s a fuck machine,” she smirked back. “Just like you.”
“Damn right, woman,” Chad muttered, coming to life and enthusiastically living up to their appellation. He paused a moment to slap Stephen on the butt and urge him toward their heads.
The older man scrambled to his feet and stretched his legs wide over their heads, bending his knees, hands on
thighs to dangle his dick in their faces. They sucked as Chad fucked and after a glorious few minutes, every button in Syble’s body was pushed for the second time. Another series of rolling orgasms.
If Stephen had the slightest doubt he might not be man enough again so soon, the look on Syble’s face, she thrillingly noted, triggered a gush of his seed she shared with Chad, scooping the thick, viscous cream into their ridiculously pressed together, sucking lips.
Stephen collapsed onto them, howling with laughter. “You two looked like giant guppies sucking in my stuff. Were we two that funny looking, Chad?”
“You two are always funny looking. That’s why I’m always smiling when you’re sucking on my dick.”
“Fibber!” Syble cried. “You had your eyes closed the whole time. What were you imagining?”
He thought a moment, handsome face compressed with mischief. “An entire professional co-ed soccer team sucking up my stuff?”
“Oh, no,” Stephen wailed, rolling on top of Syble and stuffing his dick protectively back into her pussy, “we can be replaced by a team of athletic men and women!”
“With all those hard bodies and rock-like dicks and waxed pussies!”
“Oh, right,” Stephen’s dark eyebrows arched. “And formidable tits and marble asses. Hey, little buddy, you got any connections with such a team? We might be willing to stack you up against ’em.”
“Bet I know who’d win.” Syble pulled Chad’s face to her to kiss him soundly.
“Bet I know who’s already won.” Stephen did likewise.
The young man’s chin trembled. He batted his eyes, the golden lashes wet.
Syble and Stephen glanced at each other. They pulled apart to arrange themselves propped on their elbows, staring down at the young man lying on his back between them.
Chad swallowed and looked from one to the other. “Can I stay?” he asked softly.
Stephen’s voice was low and sure. “I ain’t letting either one of you go nowhere. I may have mentioned that before. You’re mine.”
Tears rolled down Syble’s cheeks. “Yes, you may,” she said to Chad. “I said at the beginning I wasn’t giving either one of you up.” She looked at the two men and licked her moist, red lips before continuing. “I was wrong. This, the three of us together, is really a new beginning. I’m not giving it up.”
“Yes, ma’am, thank you man.” Chad cleared his throat, male-like, needing to break the moment.
“Unless you’re a bad boy, then we might have to give you a lickin’ to keep you in line.”
Chad flopped over on his stomach. “Oh, puleeeeze don’t hurt my pore li’l butt.”
Stephen and Syble looked at the magnificent pink mounds and gave them a light paddling to bring up the color as the young, chastened coach sighed contentedly.
Syble stared at the beautiful ass cheeks, thinking for a moment. “How’re we going to work this, Stephen? If the young stud needs punishing, and we’ve already paddled him, then what do we do?”
“Easy,” Stephen shrugged. “You get on bottom.” He pointed ceilingward. “Facing up. The young repentant gets on top and plugs into you. I get on top and…no. That would be a pretty heavy load on you. I’ve got it. I lay on the bottom, pole up.” He patted his rampant dick affectionately. “The young lad sits down and plugs his fine, punished butt onto me, then leans back on my manly chest, meat hook at the ready, and then you slide on. That way we’ve got him from both sides. Punishment enough, young malcontent?”
“Whoa! Bring on the malcontentment!” Chad chortled, hopping off the bed to run grab a handful of condoms and a bottle of lube. “Strawberry and apricot,” he read the various labels. “We could call it the fruit basket. Remember three servings a day! Yeah!” He rubbered up the grinning Stephen. “If you’re bad, you get punished with the fruit basket.”
“Sounds to me like if you’re good you get punished with the fruit basket,” Stephen noted dryly, allowing the young man to thoroughly slick his stalk.
Syble’s jaw dropped. “You can do that? You two?”
“Yes’m,” Chad grinned. “We can do whatever you need us to do. Right, old sod?”
“Stephen, we’ve never…”
“Babe, it’s a new world out in here. Welcome home.” He slid to the side of the bed and spread his legs. “Mount,” he instructed Chad.
The beautiful buns spread wide as Stephen pierced the pucker. Chad lay back, impaled, his dick waving. Syble threw herself onto him, her hard clit dragging down the full length of his meat, and lodging in its root.
They fucked like a rampaging, co-ed soccer team, scoring winning goals for every player.
Later that amazing, innovative evening, Syble woke to an empty bed.
After a fuzzy moment’s hesitation of reassurance that her lusciously aching body was okay, she allowed herself to climb toward wakefulness, almost afraid to rouse completely, which was difficult at best. Syble was not a morning person, just like Stephen. Thank goodness the library didn’t open until a civilized eleven at the earliest. Yawning mightily, fully, smugly awake, she was thrilled to discover the whole amazing, glorious experience of having two incredibly hot men at her beck and call was not a dream.
Stephen and Chad had slept protectively cuddled against her, their powerful, naked bodies bracketing her safely and securely. Earlier in the night she had tentatively eased her hands down to touch their morning bones. Guys were amazing…they could fuck all night, fall asleep in an instant, sleep like logs, and wake with a fresh boner.
Amazing, but, she was oh-so grateful for her two amazlings.
She had gently closed her fingers over the firm appendages and drifted back off to dreamland.
So waking to an empty bed was not such a bad thing. She could use a few moments alone to pull herself together to appear normal. Inside she was doing backflips for joy and swinging from the chandelier, or would had been had they had one.
She could smell the bacon and eggs. Chad must be cooking. With a rush of excitement she heard Stephen humming as he too busied himself in the kitchen.
He was a hummer, and she had missed his deep, cello improvisations on old show tunes and romantic ballads.
A lighter note was added and she realized the two men were harmonizing.
Syble’s throat tightened and her eyes stung. Good thing on good thing was piling up to an almost unbearable pinnacle. She blinked the tears away and sat up, breathing deeply.
Get with it, girl, she admonished herself. You deserve ’em both! Don’t mess with fate. Go for it!
Still, as she did a few quick stretches, pulled on a robe and padded toward the kitchen, her life did seem too good to be true. I thank whatever gods may be, she quoted, for my super happy soul. Henley would forgive her rephrasing his powerful poem.
The two guys’ magnificent backsides greeted her. Chad was working at the stove, hips back to protect his precious equipment from spattering grease; Stephen was in front of the toaster, slathering butter and jam.
“My little pussy is sooo sore,” she mewed, teasingly.
Instantly they spun, glanced at each other and bolted forward to fall to their knees, gently spreading her robe.
“Mouth, you think?” Stephen consulted Chad.
“Maybe with a little tongue.” He waggled his.
“Right.” Stephen’s mouth stretched wide. His warm breath opened the flood gates. Syble instantly juiced and felt her nipples prickle.
Chad joined the operating team. His tongue gently stroked a swollen labia lip and Stephen’s stroked the other.
Syble grabbed their shoulders to keep from buckling. “Guys!” she gasped. “I was kidding. No, I mean, it is a little tender, but nice tender. Chad, you gotta get to school.”
“That’s okay,” Stephen muttered between gentle, long, unnerving tongue strokes, “I’ll do his part too. You can catch up later. Right, old man?”
“No fair,” Chad wailed, his tongue pressing between Syble’s liquid lips, “you two can screw all day and all
I’ve got is old Branfield biting my ass.”
“I can do that, too, if you’d like.” Stephen seductively winked at him. “Nice ass. Right, Syb?”
Desperately, she pulled away from them as their hound-dog faces struggled to follow the mesmerizing scent. “Stop this, now, both of you. We have to be grown-ups, at least for a few hours.” Turning the rising Chad, she popped his nice ass smartly and shooed him away. “Get to school. Stephen will catch me up on the school board’s reaction. I want to know all the loving details. He can meet you for your mid-day macho athletic rendezvous, and stay arm’s length away from each other so you won’t offend Coach Branfield’s delicate sensibilities. This afternoon we’ll all get together at the library to celebrate with the kids and the ladies. And then later we’ll continue our own celebration.”
They all came together in a huddle, arms on each other’s shoulders.
“Celebrate! Celebrate! Celebrate!” they chanted, and then with a whoop, broke apart laughing and headed their separate ways to get ready for the day.
* * * *
Everyone was thrilled to have Syble back at the library. Mrs. Abernathy and Mrs. Lopez couldn’t stop telling Syble how wonderful her dear husband had been, and how amazing the young people had been in presenting the presentation. Yes, there had been a few problems at first—it’s such a delicate subject matter—but Andrew made such a forceful case, Mr. Bartholomew had no choice but to admit that the responsibility issue must be brought up. The board had unanimously agreed.
Later that afternoon, when Chad and Stephen joined them, their enthusiasm became even more effusive. Andy rolled his eyes at their insistence that everything was moving along splendidly, but when Meredith and Francine chimed in, bubbly happy, even he began to go along with the general up-beat mood.
Chad had another good day at school and was more than willing to agree it was looking good for the board to move along quickly. Now they needed to work on the specifics of the lesson plan in order to show the board they had thought all aspects of the project through.
Andy opened his laptop to bring up the presentation as the others began exchanging suggestions.