Love Under Three Titans

by Cara Covington

  “Cold.”

  He’d said that before. Then his fingers were there, and she gasped. Her ass had gotten nicely heated in the water, so the lube really was cold this time. Cold gave way to a delicious shiver of arousal as he worked his fingers back and forth over her anus.

  They left her, those clever fingers, and then returned with even more of the gel. Maggie moaned and pushed her ass toward him.

  “Feels good, does it?” he asked.

  “Mmm.” Maggie didn’t want to waste energy on words when sensation called to her, begging to be indulged.

  “Her nipples peaked a bit more, and look at the way her flesh has pebbled,” Kevin said.

  “Let me know if it hurts, love. You can tell me to stop.”

  He set a finger against her rosette and pushed. It hadn’t really hurt when he’d done that earlier, and she really didn’t expect much discomfort now. So the burning surprised her, and she caught her breath.

  “Stop?”

  “No!” Maggie felt the burn, the increasing pressure, but liked the way that burn seemed to radiate through her entire body. She wasn’t nearly as horny as she had been when he’d done this earlier. Likely, that was the difference. She pushed against him, letting him know how much she wanted what he was doing to her.

  “Your sweet little anus is so tight, love.”

  “Mmm.” The sound of the water bubbling seemed huge in the room as Maggie focused on the sensation of Richard fucking his finger in and out of her ass. The burn eased, arousal grew, and she moaned again.

  “I’m going to give you another one now.”

  Another one? She felt him ease out, only to feel him there again seconds later. Then she understood what he’d meant, because he pressed against her, and she understood he now used two fingers. She felt her anus opening again, and this time the burn was a little larger and lasted a little longer.

  “Oh my God!”

  “Stop?”

  “No, no, please it’s…” Words failed her. The burn had edged to pain, and she thought it was like the sharp slap Trevor had given her that first time in the shower. The pain reached out with tiny filaments, teasing her clit and some other spot deep inside that she’d never known was there.

  “I think you’re ready. Kevin?”

  She heard movement and felt the water swirl. Then Kevin was sitting beside her, so she was once more in the middle of them.

  Richard eased his fingers out of her, and she whimpered.

  “Shh. Nearly there, love.” His words were accompanied by the return of his fingers, giving her just a bit more lube.

  And then she felt something a little larger, not hard exactly, but firm, pressing against her opening.

  Richard pressed forward, and Maggie inhaled deeply as the butt plug slid into place.

  “Here.” Trevor handed a washcloth to Richard, who used it to clean his hands, and then tossed it out of the tub.

  “How does that feel, love?”

  “Strange… Not bad, just…strange.” She didn’t know if she should use her muscles to clutch it, even as she recognized the almost primal urge to do the exact opposite.

  “It’s tapered. It should stay in place.” Richard sounded so clinical, but he’d moved his hand and was stroking her slit.

  Maggie shivered as her arousal swirled inside her, as it grew and reached and sought more stimulation.

  “Please.”

  “Please what, love?”

  “Richard, please fuck me.”

  “Of course. Just as soon as I protect you.”

  Maggie heard the sound of foil tearing and the latex being rolled. And then, thank God, his hot, condom-covered cock nestled between the lips of her pussy and drove deep inside her.

  “Oh, yes.” The rabid hunger of earlier seemed to have abated, replaced now by a gentler appetite, one content to sip at the cup of Eros rather than gorge upon it.

  She felt feline and sleek and so incredibly full as she stretched her muscles, dipping her back and arching her ass toward her lover, offering him everything and taking all he had to give.

  “How does it feel, baby?” Kevin’s gaze on her made her shiver.

  She couldn’t string a complete sentence together. “So full…so good.”

  Richard placed his hands on her bottom, his grip firm and sure while his strokes remained slow and steady and deep. Each time he surged into her, the plug in her ass seemed to move, just a bit. It felt as if she was being fucked in both places at once, as if Richard’s cock was hitting deep toward her womb at the front and the back. The sensation shot her arousal higher and made her hunger to feel a real cock in her ass.

  I want them all three in me at the same time.

  Maggie moaned and panted and gave Richard as much of her ass as she could.

  “Damn, that is so fucking hot. You’ve got me hard, Maggie.” Kevin’s voice in her left ear made Maggie want to preen. Then she felt a caress on her head and turned to her right to give Trevor her mouth.

  Just before his lips took hers, she sent a glimpse downward. Trevor’s cock looked as straight and as stiff as she’d ever seen it.

  I’ve got all three of these virile men hot and horny. Me, Margaret Mary Morrison. Imagine that!

  If there could never be more than this night, she would count this experience as the greatest gift her feminine confidence could ever have received. Never again would she doubt her ability to entice and arouse, to give and receive orgasmic bliss.

  She was woman, by damn, and she would roar.

  Trevor’s tongue sliding along hers short-circuited her brain as surely as Richard’s cock, fucking her in that very controlled rhythm, robbed her of any remaining vestige of civilization.

  The wondrous, swirling eddy of sensations inside her reminded her of the waves in the ocean, the way they moved and melded and swelled, building, building toward that crest. Higher and stronger her arousal grew, and she wondered if it didn’t somehow have a will of its own. Shivering and needy, this craving defied control as it reached and stretched and clawed its way toward the prize. So Maggie forgot about control and instead celebrated the elemental woman within as she devoted herself to this, to the intrinsically raw and physical and supremely satisfying act of fucking.

  Steam from churning water mingled with the steam from their churning bodies. The sounds of the bubbles, the rasp of breathing, the hisses and tiny moans and groans of pleasure combined into a symphony both beautiful and poignant. The aroma of the perfumed air twined around the musky scent of sex. In this moment, in this place, with these men, Maggie understood the draw of hedonism, could feel the conscience-altering, life-enriching flavor of it, and knew she never, ever wanted to go back to her solitary and pedestrian life.

  This was the ultimate human experience. This was the heart and soul of songs and poems and novels. This was the nectar of the gods that women and men had hungered for and longed for down through the ages and which many never, ever found.

  Ending her kiss with Trevor, she turned her head toward Kevin.

  She didn’t have to say a word, for his mouth was there, and she drank him in as surely as she would drink a fine wine. His flavor became a part of her arousal, a part of her, and she relished it and cherished him.

  He broke their kiss and grinned at her, his gaze roaming her body. Then he licked his lips. She glanced at his cock, at the way it reached above the water, and she hungered.

  Richard increased his rhythm, changing his angle slightly, and Maggie closed her eyes as sexual stimulation threatened to flame hot and high. She clung to the side of the tub and focused all she was on pushing back against Richard’s cock, on rocking against that steady, deep thrusting as he continued to fuck her. She focused her will and clenched her inner muscles, caressing the plug in her ass and his cock in her cunt, caressing him in the most intimate way possible. She felt the way his hands gripped her, his arms trembling with effort, and knew he used all of his strength to keep this pace, to hold off orgasm for them both.

 
“Oh, God. Oh, please…” A part of her wanted to rush headlong into completion. The other part, the newly awakened voluptuary, wondered how long she could hang here, on the very edge of the most magnificent of free falls.

  Richard bent over her, tenting her, and his heat seared her as his lips skimmed her shoulder. “Come for us, love. I want to feel your sweet tunnel clamp down and milk my cock as you come on me.”

  Maggie cried out in frustration because completion danced just out of her reach, teasing her unmercifully.

  Trevor reached over and played his fingers against her breasts, lightly caressing the underside of them and then moving over to tweak her right nipple and tug on it lightly.

  Kevin’s hand set to work on her left breast, and Maggie’s arousal continued to soar, but her climax just laughed at her, refusing to answer her summons.

  Richard’s hand smoothed down her stomach, one long sexy stroke. His fingers brushed over her pussy to where they were joined. They stayed there for a moment, and she felt the triple connection, the movement of his cock in and out, in and out, the subtle shift of the plug, and his fingers spread to touch himself and her simultaneously.

  Moving his hand slightly, he teased her clit, his fingers clever in their seduction. Then he grasped the tiny button of flesh and pinched it between his thumb and finger.

  Maggie screamed as she came, the eruption of pleasure strong and pure and unbelievably hot. The fiery climax consumed her, and in one whimsical, rapturous moment, she imagined the fierce flames burned away all of the long, lonely shadows of the past.

  Richard thrust into her and held himself deep inside her. She could actually feel his cock pulse, could feel the increase in heat as his seed filled the condom. She shivered, because those added stimuli gave a boost to her orgasm just when she’d been certain she couldn’t come any more.

  He kissed her shoulder again, then wrapped his arms around her and eased her from the side of the tub. Trevor picked her up and cuddled her on his lap. With her head on his shoulder, she nestled into him, very aware of the hard cock pressing against her hip and the plug still deep in her ass. She looked over at Kevin, returning his smile.

  Maggie girl, did you ever once in your life imagine a situation like this one?

  The answer, of course, was no. Which made her reality just that much more of a remarkable surprise.

  She couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.

  Chapter 15

  Maggie thought she must have dozed off for a few moments. The next thing she knew, Trevor was lifting her up out of the water. He handed her over to Kevin, who wrapped her in a large, fluffy towel.

  Kevin sat on the vanity chair with her on his lap and blotted the water from her body. He crooned to her, sounds without words yet rife with meaning. Maggie sighed, the sense of being pampered and cared for sweet and wonderful.

  “Are you too sore or too tired for more, baby?”

  Even through the thick towel, the hard ridge of Kevin’s cock poked against her. Maggie wouldn’t have thought she’d be interested in any more sex. And yet, that ridge, Kevin’s voice rumbling so deep and soft, and the sheer pleasure of being cocooned all combined to stir the embers of her fires.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  Instead of answering her immediately, he lifted her chin with a single finger, tilting her face up just enough. He kissed her, his mouth opening wide over hers. Moist heat and the essence of man tantalized her taste buds. She gave him her tongue and drank him in as surely as he drank her.

  “I want your ass, baby. I want to take that plug out of you and replace it with my cock.”

  “Oh, God.” All her female bits came alive with that suggestion. Her breathing hitched, and the hunger so recently sated exploded within her once more.

  Kevin opened the towel and looked down at her breasts. Her nipples had pebbled, and she knew if he checked, he’d find her slit already wet with arousal.

  He reached down and flicked her already-hard nipples with a finger. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “Yes.” She wanted every experience these men could give her. She wanted it all.

  Kevin stood with her still in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek and jaw when he began to lower her feet to the floor.

  She pressed herself close to the hot, hard planes of his body and rubbed her breasts back and forth against his chest. She loved the friction and the way his chest hair tickled her nipples.

  Kevin’s cock flexed against her, and then he combed his fingers through the wet, wild curls of her hair, pulling her head back, making her meet his gaze.

  “You get me so hot, baby. No woman has ever turned me on the way you do.” He kissed her, his lips nearly bruising in their strength, as if he could imprint himself on her.

  Maggie felt herself melting inside, and the irresistible urge filled her to give this man whatever he asked, whatever he needed. So she opened to him and submitted to him, completely letting go of all control, ceding it without worry or even a second thought.

  Kevin kissed her long and hard, accepting her gift, and then eased his lips from hers. “Christ, woman. Do you know what that does to me?”

  “Show me.”

  He stepped back and cupped her shoulders. He ran his hands down her arms to her fingers and then brought her fingers to his lips.

  That he trembled, touching her, thrilled her. She’d submitted yet never felt as powerful as a woman.

  “Get on the bed, baby, on your hands and knees.”

  She’d momentarily lost track of her other lovers, but they’d been waiting in the bedroom, their eyes focused on her. She turned to get on the bed and saw a tube and a condom on the mattress. Her other men had placed those there, and Maggie had the sense that regardless of the fact that it was Kevin who would fuck her ass, the men would all three share in this moment.

  She felt the bed dip once she got into position. Richard stretched out beside her on her right, Trevor on her left. Richard leaned in and kissed her, a carnal tasting that ended too soon. Trevor claimed his kiss next, his tongue bold and strong, a total oral mating. Maggie shivered as Kevin eased the plug out of her and then spread more gel on her anus, using his fingers to ensure the lubrication reached inside her.

  Richard and Trevor began to stroke her, petting her breasts, her arms, and her back. Soothing and arousing, their touch helped her, eased her.

  “Relax, love.” Richard licked the shell of her ear. “Lay your head on the pillow and just let go.”

  Four hands caressed her as two hands grasped the cheeks of her ass and spread them. Kevin moved closer, and she felt the heat of his nearness. Then his latex-covered cock, hot and feeling entirely too big, pushed against her anus.

  “If you want me to stop, just tell me, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  The burning came as she knew it would, and then the burning edged into a small pain. Maggie inhaled deeply and tried to relax, but relaxation refused to come. The small pain steadily grew, and Maggie couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but her feral woman recognized the potential, and resisted.

  “Baby?”

  She wanted this, and she would have this. “Please…more.”

  She heard Kevin inhale through his teeth. She recognized his fierce control by the way his hands gripped her, and she understood his control cost him.

  A tiny part of her wanted to shatter that control. She pushed back against him, daring herself to take even before she was given.

  “Don’t, baby. I’m trying to be gentle, here.”

  The pain had morphed into something unexpected, something alive and hungry, something that set fire to her nerve endings and teased her arousal into full, burning, raging need.

  Maggie moaned, and said, “Please, baby, fuck me.” And she pressed back once more and kept pressing. Then, finally, her rosette opened and Kevin slid all the way into her. She shivered when his balls bou
nced against the very base of her pussy.

  “So tight…oh, Maggie, so good.” Kevin’s words sounded tortured, and Maggie thrilled at the sound of them. She knew she was giving him a pleasure so fierce it tested his will. When he withdrew nearly all the way and then slid in again, she shivered, because her will nearly shattered, too.

  “Let go, baby. Have mercy on us both and just let go.”

  Maggie wanted to deny understanding, but deep inside, she knew. She thought she’d surrendered to him, to this, and yet she could feel that edge of tension along her legs and in her hips.

  Unconsciously, she’d braced herself, a woman’s instinctual self-protection at this most vulnerable of moments.

  Richard and Trevor cocooned her, stroking her back and her legs, their murmurs soft, low, and encouraging. Maggie mewed, she whimpered, and she reached down deep inside herself and finally, finally let go.

  “Yes. Oh, baby, yes.” Kevin began to move in her, her muscles no longer resisting his thrusts. The friction of his cock in and out of her anus sent electric-like sizzles to her clit and her nipples. Arousal that had nearly stalled surged, and Maggie could do nothing but lie there and experience the wonder of it. Without control, without anything to hang on to, the orgasm gathered, the perfect storm, and soared up and out of her. She cried, she screamed, and she shivered as wave after wave of unparalleled bliss bathed her in rapture and ecstasy.

  She felt Kevin stiffen, heard his shout, and groaned as his climax became a part of her deepest pleasure.

  * * * *

  Drinking wine was probably not a good idea, considering how boneless Maggie already felt. But since she’d been seated at her own table and told to relax, she guessed she could accept the glass of Chablis Trevor had just placed in front of her.

  As he’d poured the glass, she’d noticed for the first time that not only had they brought white wine—the only kind she liked—they’d brought her favorite label, too.

  She could never make the claim that these three men barely knew her. Maggie was coming to believe that they knew her better than she knew herself.