by Savannah May
“Oh, God,” I moan in trepidation.
“It's okay, baby. It's gonna feel so fucking good.”
I trust them totally and believe that, but still I'm nervous about how the size of Rhino's cock is gonna fit in my ass, when it's already a huge stretch to take either guy in my pussy. Sets of hands clasp my butt cheeks to raise me up until Hunter's tip is right at my pussy mouth, sending me half crazy with the desire to slam back down on him. But Rhino is insistent.
When I feel his head at my other hole, I shudder with longing. His thumb stretches me apart and then his cock is an inch inside.
“Yes,” I groan out, my head thrashing this way and that with need and longing.
Another inch. Hunter's cock shoves a little further into my pussy matching Rhino's progress into my back hole.
“Ohmigod,” I moan again. The desire to shove down and impale myself on two cocks is almost out of control.
They edge further and further into my body. Rhino breaks through the tight barrier with a sort of snap and then he glides all the way in. Immediately Hunter's cock jerks into me all the way.
“Holy fuck,” someone grits, maybe even me because the feeling is unbelievable. Two huge cocks filling me, their beautiful velvet tips must be butting heads inside me which seems somehow appropriate.
The men take hold of each other at the elbows, doing that acrobatic yoga shit with me between them, gliding in and out of my holes in tandem. Like they do everything it seems – in tandem.
There on the back of the truck with moonlight falling through the trees, we rock as a threesome until the pleasure volcano erupts, one setting off another in a trio of loud explosion.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Kendall
Unconventional, much?
I never really wanted the exact same thing as other girls and in the end I got it. LOL.
I figured I was having my exciting adventure weekend and then I'd go back to real life but the guys were having none of it. We lay in the flatbed of the truck for an age, me sprawled across two solidly ridged chests, trailing my fingers along one muscle hillock then the other.
Then the convo started.
“Kendall which one of us do you want for your guy?”
I was surprised to say the least. I thought I'd be lucky to get a text for a happy hour hook up sometime.
“I don't know,” was all I could say. Because truth was I wanted to be greedy. I wanted it all.
Would I choose between them? Should I have to? Some might think our relationship a little unconventional, but the two men are closer than is humanly possible and to separate them would be wrong.
Hunter twirled a tendril of hair around his finger then gave it to me straight.
“You think there's any way you could be happy with both of us?”
“You bet I could,” I said and felt another wave of pleasure wash through the men still buried inside me.
It could have been really complicated though. I mean, imagine explaining to your mum, or your great aunt Judy, that you've got two boyfriends.
And yeah you do have outrageously mind-blowing sex with both of them.
At the same time.
Even my more open-minded friends would say, “That shit really is just for Christmas.”
Luckily, the twins had set themselves up with an out of the norm existence that people in real life could never understand completely. Even Hunter – City suit by day (and boy does he look hot in a suit), daredevil every weekend. So thanks to that set up, they slotted me in without too many raised eyebrows.
During the week I live with Hunter in his loft in the Meatpacking District. Rhino will stay over if he's in town and no one raises one of those eyebrows if he arrives in one of his skintight Lycra jumpsuits. I mean, Steve Tyler lives down the street. Weekends, Hunter and I go out to the shore like any normal couple going to their summer house except we spend it a trois.
“Are you jumping today?” Rhino asked me one bright, clear Saturday, all pumped up for some new stunt they'd spent weeks planning out.
“Nooooo,” I squeaked as he came up behind me and pulled me back on his bulge where I ground my tukas onto him as his twin poured three coffees. “My life is quite daring enough with you two without throwing myself out of airplanes.”
“I thought you said you loved it.”
“I loved it once. I loved surviving more. This is quite enough excitement for me.”
“Face it, Rhino, she's a landlubber.”
“When are we gonna talk about the next big adventure?”
“What's that?” I ask with trepidation. Rhino's an extreme adventure type, so I never know what I'm in for when he gets an idea in his head.
He's got a glint as he throws me his wicked stare. I'd be trembling right down to my toes if we hadn't already tried every possible scenario in the bedroom and out of it. Still he could probably conjure up some entertainment no one's ever thought of outside Hustler magazine.
“A new life,” he says.
Shit. They don't want me to start giving them little adventurers?
“Guys, I'm not ready to get pregnant yet.”
We always talk about exactly what we're feeling. With three of us, it works better that way. And the twins know each others thoughts without ever verbalizing them, so if I want in on them, I have to be direct.
“No Babe, I don't think either of us is ready for that either. Rhino's still a kid himself.”
“Hey that's not true. Anyway our five kids will have the best kind of Dad. The fun one, that does cool stuff with them and the responsible one in the high-waist jeans.”
The twins have a fake tussle over that and my thighs get wet watching the perfectly toned bodies tangled in a play-fight.
“We thought about starting our own promotional events company,” Hunter says, when they come apart, panting, and look up at me, faces glowing like kids. I love them both so much when they're like this.
We tease Rhino, just a little, but he's not really a big kid in the real sense. That gets irritating in a grown man. He's a great businessman and people love his energy which makes for great networking.
“That could be great,” I say, wondering if there'd be a space for me with the two of them.
“Derek's behind it and you know he wanted to hunt that beautiful head of yours, so what do you say?”
“You mean it? We three are going to work together as well as play?”
“Best life ever.”
“We don't have to start until noon because of the wind. Let's go for a swim while Hunter makes breakfast,” Rhino says, with a grin.
Hunter just smiles and goes to the refrigerator for eggs.
“I don't – auuk...” I let out a squeak as Rhino hooks his arm under my thighs and picks me up like I weigh less than a beach towel.
He throws me across his shoulder, refusing any resistance and slides the door to the back deck open. Down the steps and we're on the sand, then he takes off running for the water with me squealing and grabbing at his narrow waist. His hand clamping me, lays right across my lower butt cheeks and already soaked pussy.
The guys like to do this sometimes. When they want a solo with me, some alone time, they pick me up and carry me off to some exciting spot outside our shared bedrooms and take what they want. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for it. But that doesn't mean it's not fun to play-resist and pretend to be worried that the odd one out will be upset. A tiny bit of competition between Hunter and Rhino adds a lot of spice to the relationship and I'm the main beneficiary.
Rhino walks into the ocean all the way up to his waist before setting me down, facing him. His hand clasps around the back of my head to pull my mouth up to his, the other is already tearing at my clothes. One finger hooks the string of my bikini top and flips it up so my tits bob free on the water. His brusque hand mounds my right breast, twisting the large point until I moan into his mouth just how he likes.
He lifts me and my thighs lace around his back.
“I need to be inside you right fucking now,” he growls, low and animal raw.
“I'm all yours,” I say, which is true.
When I'm with Rhino, he owns me. When I'm with Hunter, he takes full possession. And when I'm with both, they claim me equally. It's fucking amazing and I can't ever get enough of the play between the two men, so different and so alike.
Lucky me, I won't have to.
When Rhino's destroyed my pussy, fucking me hard and fast until I grind my nails into his shoulders and throw my head back to scream at the sky, from the amount of delicious pleasure building up in my core. When he's completely obliterated every thought but me and him, joined as close as humanly possible and brought me shuddering over the edge, my face thrown into his neck to bite down on him. Only then does he carry me out of the deep, still impaled on his prick and lays me down on the shore.
Very gently so the pebbles or sand don't grit at my skin. Then he hungrily kisses and caresses every part of my body as the surf washes up my legs and recedes, washes up and goes back like it's lifting away the final aftershocks of Rhino's complete destruction of my senses.
Then he lifts me up and I curl into his chest while he carries me up the beach, looking like a wild man with his hair all wet. He takes the steps with my weight like it's nothing and deposits me at the counter in time for breakfast. He goes to grab a towel to dry off my back.
Hunter sets down a plate of eggs with sausage and pancakes, mimosas and coffee, our standard weekend morning feast with his delicious grin that tells me it won't be long before he wants a turn with me. I am nothing, if not treated like a total princess.
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