by HELEN HARDT
She fingered the snaps on Dale’s shirt and ripped them open, letting her fingers wander over the dark hair dusting his sculpted chest. She bent and flicked her tongue over one copper nipple, and her pussy jerked as the nub hardened under her lips. She tugged on it, Dale’s groans fueling her desire, as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She pushed them down his strong thighs, and he stepped out of them.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Travis had also undressed. Light golden hair covered his muscular chest and well-formed legs. His cock, slightly longer than Dale’s but not quite as thick, jutted from a bush of dark blond curls. Moisture trickled down her thigh.
She turned back to Dale, and he took her mouth in a searing kiss. As their tongues tangled, hard flesh pressed against her back, and a second pair of lips trailed tiny moist kisses over her shoulder. She shuddered and her skin tingled. Dale’s hard cock pressed into the soft flesh of her tummy, while Travis’s nudged her back. Dale cupped her breasts and squeezed them, and he eased her down to her knees. His mouth still clamped to hers, he pressed his cock against her, as Travis did the same from behind.
When Dale finally broke the kiss, panting, Travis nudged her shoulder, pressed her onto her back, and leaned over her and took her mouth. His kiss tasted of passion and fire, while Dale’s had tasted of intensity and emotion. His tongue had a rougher texture than Dale’s, and Jill found she enjoyed the different sensation. He used less tongue than Dale, but his kiss was no less intoxicating.
Dale trailed his lips along her neck, up to her earlobe, where he nipped her. She shuddered. But just as she deepened her assault on Travis’s mouth, her lips locking his, Dale yanked her away by the shoulder. The suction of the kiss broke with a loud smack.
“New ground rule,” Dale said huskily. “You don’t kiss her.”
Jill didn’t hear Travis’s response, if there was one, because Dale crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss so passionate and possessive it erased all memory of Travis’s lips. Dale’s tongue tasted of honey, of spice, of sweet love, and Jill drowned in the pleasure of his kisses.
When he finally ripped his mouth from hers, Travis sat over her with a pitcher of honey-lemonade.
“Dale told me this is your favorite drink, sweetheart,” he said, a glint in his bright blue eyes. “We thought you might enjoy a little tonight.”
“I’d love some.” Jill smiled and looked around. “Looks like you forgot the glasses, though.”
“Who needs glasses?” Dale said, his tone teasing. “Go ahead, Trav.”
Travis tipped the pitcher, and the liquid trickled onto Jill’s hot body. She squealed, and her nipples puckered into tight buds. The cool beverage flowed over her breasts, her belly, her thighs, easing between her legs and into her wet folds.
“Now I guess we’ll have to clean you up, darlin’,” Dale drawled.
“It’ll be a pleasure,” Travis said. He cupped the breast on his side and thumbed a hard nipple. “She sure has pretty tits. The nicest I’ve seen in some time.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Dale bent to taste one. “Sweet and red and hard as pearls.” He licked the tip of her nipple.
Jill moaned, shuddering.
“Two mouths, darlin’.” Dale’s breath vibrated against her flesh. “Two pairs of lips to kiss you. Two tongues to lick all that syrupy lemonade off your hot body.”
Travis’s firm lips latched onto the other tight bud. His touch was lighter than Dale’s. He licked where Dale sucked. And Jill found she loved each sensation. Warmth spread through her breasts and flashed to her pussy, which pulsed between her thighs.
Dale tugged, and Travis kissed, and Jill thought she’d implode with want. After lingering moments of vivid stimulation that trickled to her sex, she needed more. The nipple Travis licked wanted to be bitten, and the one Dale nipped wanted to be licked.
“Could you guys switch places? Each suck the other nipple?”
“Anything you want,” Dale said, his voice hoarse. “This is for you.”
They quickly switched, and Jill sighed and sank farther into the moist cotton, her nipples tight with anticipation. The smacks and slurps of the two luscious masculine mouths sent shivers across her skin.
“Mmm, gorgeous.” Travis’s deep voice rumbled against her sensitive flesh. “The tart lemon mixed with your sweet flesh.”
“Yeah, delicious. And beautiful,” Dale agreed, and tugged harder with his teeth.
The pleasure shot to her cunt with lightning intensity. “Such pretty red nipples, so tangy from the lemonade,” Travis said, “and I bet that’s not all that’s pretty and red.”
“And tangy,” Dale added.
Cream oozed from her pussy. She was wet and swollen and ripe for the plucking.
Dale released her nipple with a soft pop, leaned forward, and thrust his tongue into her mouth for a scorching kiss. The fresh citrus taste of the lemonade he’d sucked exploded in a candied bouquet. He trailed moist kisses over her cheek, down the hill of her breast to her tummy. He swirled his tongue into her navel while Travis continued to lick her other nipple.
Her body heated, chilled, and heated again. She writhed under the expert hands and mouths.
When Dale reached her patch of russet curls, he spread her legs and groaned. “You’re swollen and red. So pretty. Will you show Travis your pussy, darlin’? Let him lick you?” Dale’s eyes smoked a deep umber.
Jill’s body ached for a cock. Any cock. Travis’s cock. “I want Travis to lick me. To take me.”
Travis released Jill’s nipple and smiled against her fleshy breast. “It’ll be my pleasure.” He moved to join Dale.
Her legs spread wide, Jill watched the two heads—one dark, one blond—eye her pussy with rapt attention.
“She’s delicious, Trav.” Dale swiped his tongue over her clit.
A zing of heat slid up her spine.
“Taste her.”
Travis bent down and slithered his rough tongue over her clit. Again, she noted the different textures of their two tongues. Both drove her crazy with lust. Dale slid his fingers up and down her slick labia, squeezing them together, while Travis continued to nip at her clit.
“Gorgeous, darlin’,” Dale said. “Just gorgeous. You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. How does it feel, Jill? How does it feel to have me play with your lips while Trav licks your clit?”
Feel? How could she put it into words? Amazing wouldn’t begin to describe it. “Mmm,” she said. “Dale, I can hardly breathe it feels so fantastic.”
His chuckle rumbled against her thigh, sticky from the lemonade and her own cream. He nipped her there and continued to slide his fingers over her slick folds. She writhed, searching for her release, but Travis’s lips denied it. Every time she was about to come, he released her clit and kissed her belly.
“Dale,” she panted. “I want… I need…”
Two of Dale’s thick fingers thrust inside her pussy, and she shattered, clenching around him in sweet convulsions.
“Come for me, darlin’,” he said. “Just like that. Milk it. Cream all over my fingers.”
Once her spasms slowed, Dale removed his fingers and shoved his hot tongue into her willing flesh. “I’m suckin’ the honey out of you, darlin’,” he said against her wet pussy. “Every last drop.”
Travis moved forward, took a hard nipple into his mouth, and licked gently. “You’ve got one sweet pussy, Jill,” he said against her breast. “Dale’s a lucky man.”
“Mmm. I sure know it.” Dale swiped his tongue through her labia once more and then nipped her clit, sending an aftershock shuddering through her. “Get a condom, Trav,” he said. “I want you to take her first. She’s so fuckin’ tight right after she comes. You’re gonna love it.” He looked up at Jill, his eyes burning into her. “That okay with you, darlin’?”
God, yes. “Please. Take me, Travis.”
Travis released Jill’s nipple. “Don’t have to twist my arm.” A minute later, Travis knelt between her legs, sheathed a
nd ready to plunge into her. “You sure, bud?” He nodded at Dale, who was kneeling behind Jill’s head, his cock dangling in front of her lips.
“I’m sure,” Dale said, “if it’s what Jill wants.”
Jill panted, and her eyes blurred. She wanted that cock, wanted those dark blond curls to tickle her labia as he drove into her. “Yes.” Jill puffed against Dale’s engorged shaft. “Fill me up. Now.”
“You got it, sweetheart.” Travis entered her in one smooth thrust.
“Ah, yes.” Jill’s walls clenched onto Travis’s hardness. Different than Dale. But big, and hard, and hot. The feelings were different too. More primal, more urgent, completely focused on pleasure for pleasure’s sake.
“Let him fuck you, darlin’,” Dale said. “Concentrate on the physical. I want you to feel good.”
“Mmm, I do, Dale.” She reveled in the raw joy of being taken.
Travis’s skillful pounding held her body in thrall. But Dale’s words, his deep timbre, his concern for her enjoyment, bewitched her and filled her heart with unimaginable sensation.
“Would you suck me while he fucks you?” Dale’s cock nudged her lips. “Would you let me fuck your sweet mouth while Travis fucks your pussy?”
“Cowboy, you know I’ll always suck you,” Jill said, and she twirled her tongue over his head. She licked off the bead of pre-cum and savored the saltiness. “Mmm. I love how you taste.”
“I bet I’m not near as tasty as you are,” he said. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck me. Suck my cock.”
Jill craned her neck to take more of his manhood between her lips. He knelt above her, and she licked the underside of his swollen length. She inhaled the muskiness of his balls and lapped at them, tonguing every peak and valley of his sac.
“You drive me crazy,” Dale said, panting.
She lowered her head back to the soft blanket and licked his cock head some more. “I love your cock, Dale. I love to suck it.”
All the while Travis pumped into her, and her pussy creamed over him as she neared the precipice again.
“You’re getting close, sweetheart,” Travis said. “You’re pussy’s clenching. Damn, you feel good. Such a sweet fuck.”
“Do you want to come all over Trav’s big cock, darlin’?”
Jill released the tip of Dale’s length. “Yeah, Dale—” Jill paused, unable to form words. She wanted Travis. Wanted him to pound into her. Wanted to clench around his thickness. “I-I want to come.”
“Go for it, Trav.”
Travis’s calloused fingers grazed her clit, and she burst, soaring higher than the first climax.
Travis continued to thrust, and Dale soothed her with sexy words, how hot she was, how beautiful, how hard she made him. She absorbed it all in a heady rush.
When her release subsided, Travis pulled out of her, his cock still rock-hard, and disposed of his condom.
“Your turn, bud,” he said to Dale. “And my turn to feel those gorgeous pink lips around my cock.”
“Do you want that?” Dale asked Jill. “Do you want me to fuck you while you blow Travis?”
“Mmm, yes.” More than anything, she wanted Dale’s cock inside her. She wanted to force every last drop of cum out of him. And sucking Travis didn’t sound too bad, either.
Dale leaned down and kissed her, slowly and passionately, and then flipped her over onto her tummy. “On your hands and knees, darlin’. I’m takin’ you from behind.” Dale fumbled with a condom, and soon his length teased the cheeks of her ass.
Travis knelt in front of her, his cock weeping with pre-cum. She grabbed his taut butt for support and licked the salty drops from him.
Meanwhile, Dale kissed her thighs, nipping and licking, and tongued her pussy. “Mmm. You taste so good, Jill. Just like honeyed cream.” He slid his tongue over her labia, and up over her anus.
Her tight hole puckered, and she shivered. Would he take her ass tonight? Would she let him?
* * *
Travis reached for the pitcher of lemonade and poured some over his cock. “I want it to taste good for you, sweetheart.”
His beautiful sex tasted just fine to Jill, but the lemonade added an extra zest that made it even better. She teased his cock head, licking around the sensitive rim and underside, and then took him a little farther. She slurped every drop of that mouthwatering beverage from him. And she enjoyed every minute.
“She gives great head, Trav,” Dale said as he inserted a thick finger into her cunt.
Her walls pulsed around him.
“So tight, darlin’,” he said. “I need to fuck you right now.” He thrust into her wet channel, and his balls slapped against her clit. He plunged deep once, twice, and then once more.
Jill was on the verge of another breath-stealing climax. She grabbed Travis’s ass and took his cock into her mouth again. She sucked him deep into her throat, his moans igniting her to take him even farther.
“Sweetheart, that’s amazing,” Travis said. “Absolutely amazing.”
“Told you, Trav,” Dale said, his words breathless. “Damn, you’re tight, Jill. So tight and sweet. I love fuckin’ you.”
Jill wanted to answer, to tell Dale she loved fucking him too, but her mouth was full of cock. She moaned, grinding back against Dale’s thrusts. She felt so full, so well pleasured, and neither Travis nor Dale had released yet. The night was still young.
Dale continued to pound into her as she blew Travis. When the pad of his finger pushed against her anus, she trembled.
“Okay?” Dale rasped.
She released Travis’s cock to answer. “Yeah, cowboy. Go ahead.”
The cool sensation of lubricant, coupled with the heat of Dale’s fingers, melted against Jill’s tender flesh. He massaged her tight rim, and inserted his wet finger slowly, stretching her. The feeling was so invasive, so intense, but she relaxed into it, and found pleasure in having Dale fill her so thoroughly.
Travis’s cock still dangled in front of her, but she leaned back into Dale’s body and quivered as he added another finger and fucked her in two places at once. The climax took her by surprise. He hadn’t even been touching her clit, but she shattered, and tiny sparks erupted on her flesh. She soared higher and higher, and her only regret was that Dale wasn’t coming with her. She cried his name, her voice not quite her own.
“That’s right, darlin’,” he said. “Come. Come for me. Only for me.”
Only for me. Had Dale forgotten Travis was there? Once her pussy relaxed, Dale removed his cock and pulled her against his chest in a tight embrace.
“That was phenomenal, Jill,” he said. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“But you didn’t—”
“No, not yet.” He cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips softly to hers. “What was phenomenal was making you come like that. I loved it.”
“But I want you to come. So far, this night’s been all about me.”
He chuckled against her lips. “All about you? I’ve had a rippin’ good time. And so has Trav. Haven’t you?”
“Hell, yeah. Watching you, and being a part of it, boggles my mind.”
“You want to come some more, darlin’?” Dale kissed her cheek.
“I…I…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Dale’s husky laugh vibrated against her neck. “Let’s get you cleaned off. The hot tub’s all fired up.”
He stood and lifted Jill, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Amazing, how their two bodies fit together, as though they’d been created for each other. Skin-to-skin with Dale was the most erotic, delicious and sweet sensation she’d ever felt.
“Come on, Trav,” he said.
* * *
Dale kept his hot tub lukewarm. That’s how he and Jill preferred it. They could stay in as long as they wanted without getting overheated. Still, to prevent dehydration, he kept plenty of water handy. And another pitcher of honey-lemonade.
The warm water swished around his body, tickling him. His erection still raged.
He could have come. He would have gotten hard again right away. Jill had that effect on him. He could fuck her every night for the rest of his life and not get tired of her beautiful body, her tight pussy, her amazing selfless heart.
God, he loved her.
The words he’d never said to a woman didn’t particularly surprise him. Even though he hadn’t formed them until now, they saturated his mind, as if they’d always been there and always would be. He loved Jill.
She sat on the edge of the hot tub, her legs spread, Travis’s blond head bobbing between them. Her eyes were closed, and her body glistened with shiny perspiration in the moonlight. Sexy little moans escaped her throat.
She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And now, as he watched his best friend eat his woman’s pussy, he knew, without a doubt, he’d spend the rest of his life with her.
Tonight was a gift. A gift she deserved, and he was glad to have given it. An experience she wouldn’t soon forget.
But it wouldn’t happen again. Jillian Reynolds would be his, and his alone, for eternity.
He tapped Travis’s shoulder impatiently. “My turn.”
Travis lifted his head, his chin gleaming with Jill’s sweet cream. “Sure, bud.” He moved to the other side of the tub.
Dale buried his face between the legs of the woman he loved. She smelled like peaches. Peaches, lemons, honey, and Jill. An inebriating combination, and one he wouldn’t tire of any time soon. Slowly, he licked her slick folds, like silk against his tongue.
“Ah, Dale.” She sighed. “I love when you lick me.”
He groaned into her, taking her swollen labia between his teeth and tugging. She squealed. God, he loved sucking her, making her feel good. He knew just what she liked, and he lived for her moans, her sweet cries of ecstasy.
Between his legs, his cock throbbed. He’d been close to release several times already, but he held off for her. He wanted to give her everything tonight. The ultimate pleasure. He sank his tongue into her moist slit. Nectar drenched his mouth and chin. He lapped her thoroughly, tensing his tongue and fucking her as deeply as he could. Then he pushed her thighs up toward her chest, careful so she wouldn’t lose her balance on the edge, and licked her puckered anus.