Triple Chance #4 (Three erotic short stories) (Luke Chance Triples)

by Lucy Tucker

  Then she took his hands, placing them on her chest, and he felt her breasts through the thin fabric. He cupped them gently, enjoying the feel of her nipples on his palms, and she smiled as he moved his hands in slow circles. He slipped his hands up over her chest to her shoulders, ran them back and forth, gently kneading the muscles, then cradled her face and drew her towards him. They kissed, her arms circling his chest, drawing them together. She lifted herself slightly, and he felt her hand on his member as she guided him between her legs. They'd been building to this moment for almost an hour, eyeing each other, toying with each other in the shower, soaping and drying each other, and Sam was wet and hot and more than ready for him. She lowered herself slowly, and Chance closed his eyes as his shaft slid inside her.

  Sam moaned softly, her lips pressing hard against his. His fingers were buried in her hair, his arms clenched around her, holding her firm.

  He felt her leg muscles tighten as she lifted herself up, then go soft as she relaxed, settling again, his shaft nestled deep inside her, filling her. Sam sat there with her arms around his neck, clinging to him, and he felt her buttocks moving in tiny, slow circles on his thighs as she moved him inside her. She broke the kiss to suck in a deep breath, her chest rising, her head slowly going back as he pressed her down harder and harder onto his shaft. Her full weight was bearing down now, her legs relaxed and loose, her knees brushing the bright green turf beneath them. He could feel her breathing, feel her heartbeat, feel her total arousal as her wonderful soft body reacted to the intense pleasure.

  She pushed against him, hard, and with a cry of alarm they went over backwards, toppling the stool over and landing on the soft turf. Chance landed on his back, momentarily dazed, and Sam put her head back and laughed, her body shaking from top to bottom. Then the laughter faded and she looked down at him, a gleam in her eye. She put her hands flat on his chest, pinning him, and he felt her movements become stronger, fiercer, more determined. She rode him then, bearing down hard on every stroke, taking everything he had and straining for more before lifting herself up and driving her hips down again. Chance felt himself coming, and he closed his eyes, fighting the passion. She sensed it and sped up, cries bursting from her lips with every thrust of her hips, the sounds of her passion only bringing him on faster and faster.

  He came with a huge upwards thrust, lifting them both off the soft grass, and her fingers clawed his shoulders as she came with him, jerking again and again, her breasts bouncing under the thin fabric of her dress. Her thighs gripped him repeatedly as she climaxed. Then she collapsed, breathing hard, her fingers smoothing his shoulders, running up and down his arms, squeezing him.

  He brushed her neck with his lips, and she lifted her head to kiss him properly, her lips hot and moist. She was still breathing hard, puffed from the effort, and her face and throat had a beautiful red flush.

  Then he held her tight, revelling in the softness and warmth of her, and she was content to snuggle in his arms.

  Dinner was at eight, and Harrow had a mischievous grin on his face as he sat Chance between the twins. "They're off first thing in the morning," he stage-whispered. "Make the most of your time."

  The twins' parents were timid and grey, but very pleasant. When they main course was served, their father, David, took a look at the trout and smiled. "So, Chance. Was this one of yours?"

  "I'm afraid not, sir." Chance took a leisurely sip of white wine. "They weren't really biting today."

  "Really? Sam told me she caught a real whopper. Said she was wrestling with the blighter for ages until she finally landed it."

  Chance choked on the wine, and as he was dabbing his mouth on a napkin, Sam squeezed his leg under the table. "Don't worry, Mr Chance. Maybe you'll get a bite next time."

  The mother, Marjorie, smiled fondly at the twins. "I must say, Mr Harrow. Your country air is doing the world of good for our girls. You don't get a healthy glow like that in the city."

  "You do in the woods," said Toni.

  "And down by the river," added Sam innocently.

  It was after eleven, and Chance had just switched his light off. Normally, he was a night owl, but he'd had a busy day and the bed was warm and comfortable. He turned on his side, and had just got comfortable when a floorboard creaked inside the room.

  "Keep quiet, you elephant," someone hissed.

  "It wasn't me, twinkle toes," hissed someone else.

  Chance turned the light on, and saw both twins frozen in mid-step, halfway to the bed. "Lost your way?" he asked them.

  "Of course we didn't," whispered Sam. "We were waiting for mum and dad to toddle off."

  "They're asleep now," said Toni. "We can make as much noise as we want. They never wake up."

  "Noise?"

  The twins looked at each other. "Not very quick on the uptake, is he?"

  "I was going to bed," said Chance.

  "So are we," said Sam, and they came closer.

  "I thought you didn't share," said Chance, pulling the sheet up to his chin.

  Sam slipped under the covers and curled against him, completely naked. On the other side, Toni did likewise. They each put a warm hand on his chest.

  "I know we said that," murmured Toni, "but it's our last night, and we couldn't agree which would go first."

  "Whoever it was," whispered Sam, "we were worried they'd leave nothing for the other."

  Just a smoking ruin, thought Chance.

  "So, we thought we'd keep an eye on you," said Toni.

  "And each other," added Sam. "And, to be honest, we're kind of curious. We've not done this before."

  "Uncle did get you down here to teach us new things," said Toni.

  "That was hunting and fishing," protested Chance.

  "She's hunting and I'm fishing," murmured Sam.

  The girls slipped down the bed until they were level with his chest. They each found a nipple with their soft lips, and Chance could only lie there, his mouth dry, as their hot tongues went to work. Their hands weren't idle either, running over his thighs, exploring him. They pressed their warm bodies against him too, moving gently, rubbing their legs and breasts against him.

  Then they stopped, and he frowned as he heard talk of papers, rocks and scissors.

  "Best of three?" said Sam.

  "No."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Absolutely."

  "Save some for me, okay?"

  Before Chance knew what was happening, Toni shifted on top of him, her breasts touching his chest. He felt her hand on his member, and as she moved down he felt himself entering her. Meanwhile, Sam moved up beside him, taking his hand and placing it between her legs. She was wet, and as Toni slid herself onto his shaft, breathing out with a rush, Sam eased two of his fingers inside herself.

  Toni began to move, steadily at first, gradually getting faster. Sam took Toni's knee and moved it higher, pressing it against the back of Chance's hand, and as Toni moved on top of him, her knee drove his fingers deeper and deeper into Sam. Then Sam completed the circle, placing her hand on Toni's buttocks, easing it down between her thighs to cup Chance's balls.

  They all moved together, giving and receiving pleasure, their movements getting faster the more they worked themselves up. Sam came first, gasping with pleasure as the orgasm took hold, her legs clamping on Chance's hand repeatedly as she jerked and spasmed. Then it was Chance's turn, finally driven over the edge by Toni's steady thrusting, and she smiled down at him as he jerked underneath her, driven mad with pleasure.

  Finally, just as he was slowing, Toni allowed herself to come. She closed her eyes, panting hard, and then she climaxed long and hard on top of him, her breasts swaying, her nipples brushing his chest with every deep stroke.

  The three of them lay there in a warm huddle, totally spent, basking in the delicious afterglow. Eventually Toni moved to his side, and Sam ran her finger around Chance's jaw. "How's your fishing rod?"

  "Give it a minute. It'll spring back."

  She looked
thoughtful. "Would you like to try a different fishing spot tonight?"

  "What do you mean?"

  Sam took his hand, placing it on her buttock. Then she moved it lower, until his middle finger slid between her wet valley. Then the tip brushed her anus, and she smiled.

  "I don't want to hurt you."

  "You won't. You're a gentleman." She squeezed his hand. "I've always wanted to try it, and I know you'll stop if it's too much."

  "What are you two on about?" asked Toni.

  Sam told her.

  "Oh, no way! How is that fair?"

  "You went first," Sam pointed out. "You could have asked."

  "Will you tell me what it's like?"

  "Why don't you try it after me," said Sam, generously offering Chance's services. "Now hush up while we get busy." She rolled over, away from Chance, placing her hands on her buttocks, her fingers splayed. She spread her cheeks wide, and Chance guided himself between them, feeling the tight circle gripping the tip of his shaft. Sam squirmed, getting comfortable, and very gently he eased the tip inside her, stopping when the pressure increased too much. They stayed like that for a minute or two, with Sam breathing gently, totally still and silent, while Toni cuddled Chance from behind, her arm around both of them.

  Chance felt Sam bearing down on him, the pressure increasing, and he grabbed his shaft and held it firm. Slowly, he eased into her, and he felt the tight grip of her slip over her crown.

  "Just another foot to go," remarked Toni.

  Sam snorted, shaking the bed. "Ow! Don't make me laugh."

  "Are you all right?" asked Chance.

  "It's very different. I'm fine, though."

  Sam pushed a little harder, and Chance felt himself slipping into her.

  "Ahh!"

  She gave a low, throaty groan, and he stopped.

  "Ooh!"

  Her hand gripped his tightly, and he started to withdraw, easing himself out of her. She grabbed for his buttocks, holding him steady before beginning to pull him closer. Slowly, he eased deeper and deeper, and she began to writhe on the bed.

  "Oh my God. Oh, jeez. Oh … oh … Ohhh!"

  Chance felt Toni's hand on his back, moving lower. It stopped near his buttocks, and he felt it pressing, releasing, pressing, releasing, and realised she was pleasuring herself. Her arm tightened around him, and she started breathing harder, the air hot on the back of his neck.

  Meanwhile, Sam was still writhing on the bed, his shaft gripped halfway inside her. Every now and then she eased him further in, accompanied by moans of pleasure, little cries of pain, clenches of her fists.

  Chance puts his hand between her thighs and slid his finger between her legs. She was tight, with barely any room, and as he slipped his finger in she began to cry out.

  "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!"

  She pushed back against him, taking him further inside her, and he pressed his palm against her mound, bearing down on her bud.

  "Ah … ahh … ah … ahhh!"

  She was getting closer and closer to the finish, moving with short, sharp jerks, her head snapping from side to side and her legs sliding on the sheets. As Sam came, Chance felt a series of powerful grips like a clenched fist on his shaft, squeezing him painfully. After each spasm he felt a surge of pleasure, and the pleasure and pain combination set him off, until he was jerking wildly as he came inside her. Behind him, Toni gasped as her pleasure reached a climax, and she clung to him as she was overtaken by her own orgasm.

  Then the three of them fell silent, almost delirious with pleasure as they bathed in the powerful afterglow.

  Toni was the first to stir, wrapping her arm around Chance and snuggling up behind him, kissing the back of his neck. "Mr Chance?"

  "Yes, Toni?"

  "Do you have any energy left? Only I'd really, really like to try that."

  Chance smiled in the darkness. "Give me half an hour to recover."

  She hugged him, and after a brief silence … "How's Sam?"

  Chance raised himself on his elbow to look, and he realised Sam was fast asleep. She looked contented, with a happy smile on her face. "Out like a light."

  "She's going to be pissed when she hears I got seconds."

  "Do you have to tell her?"

  "Sure I do. We're sisters." Toni slid her hand along his thigh. "We share everything."

  "Good morning, Chance!" said Harrow heartily. "Good to see you stirring at last."

  Chance blinked owlishly. Sun streamed through the tall windows, and he shaded his eyes with one hand while putting the other out to guide himself along the table. He sank gratefully into a chair and peered at the clock. Nine-thirty. He'd been intending to stay in bed until ten, but when he'd heard the twins' car leaving he'd decided it was safe to surface.

  "By Jove, old man. You look whacked! All that fishing and hunting, eh? Really takes it out of one."

  Chance nodded. Something had taken it out of him - two somethings, in fact - and it wasn't hunting or fishing. The previous night, Sam had woken during Toni's 'seconds', and had insisted on another round of her own. Toni woke him at three in the morning for a quickie, and Sam had capped that with a rather sly manoeuvre at five, with him opening his eyes to find her on top of him, stealthily working him inside her. She'd paused to kiss him on the nose, then continued energetically for the next thirty minutes or so.

  They'd finally left his room around six, and he'd dozed fitfully until the slamming of car doors and the scrunch of gravel woke him.

  Harrow passed him a coffee, adding half a dozen sugars. "Will you stay for the rest of the week, old chap? It would mean a lot to me."

  Chance felt a rush of gratitude towards the old man. He couldn't face the long drive home, not after two hours' sleep, and a few days of rest would have him back to normal in no time. "That's very kind of you, sir," he croaked. "I'd be delighted."

  "Good. Excellent." The doors opened, and Harrow raised a hand in greeting. "Good morning, Antonia. Morning, Samantha. Splendid news! Chance agreed to stay."

  "Huh?" mumbled Chance. "What … who … how …"

  The girls descended on him, bright and alert. They kissed him on the cheek and sat either side, loading their plates with hot food. As Chance stared at them, Toni gave him a broad wink. "Eat up, Mr Chance. Lots to do today."

  "And tonight," added Sam.

  Harrow beamed at them. "It seems these two couldn't get enough of you, Chance. Their parents have gone back to town without them, so you'll have the whole week together. Isn't that wonderful news?"

  -# End #-

  Look out for the next Luke Chance quickie ...

  Luke Chance #13: Unlucky Chance

  Remember, Luke Chance will never rest as long as a single woman remains unsatisfied.

  About the Author

  Lucy Tucker is a straight-talking Australian who enjoys sex ... lots and lots of sex. Her second favourite hobby is writing ... lots and lots of writing. So, it seemed only natural to combine the two.

  Lucy soon discovered that writing stories with sex is easy enough, while writing stories during sex is a lot ... harder. (Let's just say there were plenty of rest breaks.)

  Lucy's goal is to spread pleasure far and wide with her work. If these stories help you enjoy yourself half as much as Lucy did, you'll both end up satisfied.

  * Lucy Tucker is a pen name.

  A note from the author

  On safe sex in fiction

  There's a train of thought which says that erotic fiction should specifically mention condoms and protection as part of the story. Well, I'll start including condoms when fantasy authors supply mages with safety glasses when they're mixing deadly potions, and science fiction authors ensure that all their pilots get tetanus, malaria and hepatitis shots before setting foot on alien planets.

  Obviously safe sex is important - a life saver, in many cases - but these stories are fiction. Please be assured that the characters in these stories are taking precautions, even if you don't read about it. You can take it as read that the
y're fitting condoms at the appropriate time, even though it's left out of the text.

  The Luke Chance Series

  Luke Chance Quickies

  (Available individually and in collections of 2, 3, 4, 6 and 12 stories)

  01. First Chance

  02. Chance for a Maiden

  03. Chance for a Booking

  04. Chance in Flight

  05. Nursing Chance

  06. Chance of Sunshine

  07. Fine Chance

  08. Remote Chance

  09. Irish Chance

  10. Spanking Chance

  11. Lucky Chance

  12. Twin Chance

  13. Unlucky Chance

  14. Chance for a Game

  15. Agent Chance

  16. Chance of a Werewolf

  Look out for Sasha's List, a hot new novel by Lucy Tucker.

  Sasha's List - a novel

  After dumping her pleasant but unimaginative boyfriend, Sasha Field finds herself in a motel bedroom, listing her sexual fantasies for her new friend, Kelly. It starts as a joke, but then Sasha and Kelly come to a life-changing decision: Why not try out every fantasy on the wish list?

  From their inept attempts at bondage to their inventive method of finding a well-hung man, it's a total riot as the two women set out to sample all of life's sexual pleasures.

  Sasha's List is a fun, light-hearted romp detailing Kelly and Sasha's quest for new sexual experiences ... and their growing affection for each other.

  Suitable for readers 18+

  Sasha's List by Lucy Tucker

  Available now in ebook and paperback.