by Gina Kincade
James, too, is close to orgasm. I can tell by the desperation in that low groan he releases. The sound mirrors Stacey’s, and I glance along her body to see him bent over her breasts, moving back and forth between them like a starving man presented with two favorite foods. His hips are thrusting jerkily against the edge of the counter top as he licks and sucks first at one of her nipples, and then the other, and back again. Her nipples are erect, the central buds pointing toward the ceiling and coated in shine from James’ oral attention. From this angle, looking up from between her legs, those shiny nipples are one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. I can tell by that glazed look in James’ eyes that he’s fully focused on what he’s doing, suckling at each breast in turn and kneading the soft curves of flesh.
James is muscled and hard, far more heavily built than me, but I’ve felt those hands on my own body at times and I know how skilled and gentle he can be. He’s good at teasing, an expert at subtlety of touch, and I’m grateful he’s using that expertise on Stacey. She’s trembling from head to toe and her hands clench and unclench by her sides as if she can no longer control herself at all.
Good. Time to tip her over the edge.
I return to her pussy and her clit, licking and sucking hard. From one second to the next her moan becomes a shriek and her back arches up as a rush of heat fills my mouth. The pulsing contractions of her climax begin to vibrate against my lips. Yes, beautiful Stacey. Fall into it. Let yourself go.
STACEY
Oh yes. The agony. The ecstasy. The onslaught goes on and on from what feels like every direction, until I can’t hold it in and I’m gone, shuddering and shrieking beneath their combined attack in an orgasm more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.
There’s nothing but sensation. It rolls through me in huge, mind-blowing waves, throwing me deep into the black, into nothing. Eventually, the waves become smaller and I slowly drift back to reality. I’m spent, sprawled across the kitchen counter top like a deadweight, with Teale’s eyes glinting up at me from between my thighs and James breathing hard above me. The latter’s lips are curved in a fierce triumphant smile.
I shift and stretch, letting out a groan when muscles I didn’t even know existed make their presence felt. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. This hard kitchen bench is an unforgiving place for sex, as I’ve just discovered.
Teale straightens and glances around. “Which way’s your bedroom, Stace?”
He seems tense. So does James. If they’re as much in need of an orgasm as I was, I have no idea how they’re still holding on at all. I gesture toward the rear doorway. “Down the hall. It’s the last room on the right.” How am I going to make it there when my legs are still shaking and my body is lethargic from such a powerful climax? I struggle to sit up and let out a yelp when James scoops me into his arms. He does it easily, as if I weigh nothing. I let trust take over, relaxing into his firm chest as he carries me down the hallway.
Teale precedes us, opening my bedroom door and leading the way into the room. Thank goodness I tidied it this morning as I do every Saturday, changing the sheets and picking up all the stray bits of clothing that seem to appear out of nowhere over the course of the week. James deposits me gently on my king-sized bed, a luxury that seemed silly when I purchased it, but now with three of us I wonder if something was guiding me that day at the furniture store. Maybe I knew deep down that I was destined for a ménage experience? My fanciful thoughts freeze and the moment becomes charged with tension as I sit up and come face to face—quite literally—with the extent of their physical need.
Two erections at eye height, both squashed tightly into jeans in a way that must be highly uncomfortable. I can see the outline of their organs and a patch of damp on Teale where he’s likely pressed himself into my sex while I was splayed out on the bench. Is that my wet heat, or his pre-cum? My body, still aching from my orgasm only a couple of minutes ago, is suddenly ready for more. How is that possible? How is it that I still need more from these men?
“Teale. James. It’s time for you to get undressed and join me.” My order comes out so husky I don’t even recognize my own voice. Who am I tonight? I tilt my head, waiting for their response, and then lie back against the pillows to watch as they do my bidding.
James is ready first, ripping off shoes, shirt, and trousers in record time without regard for buttons or zippers. His cock springs free when he shimmies off black boxer briefs, and for a few moments I’m riveted by the impressive sight. His tip is helmeted, already shiny with leaking pre-cum fluid, and his organ is thick and hard, matching his build perfectly. My vagina clenches involuntarily at the thought of all that rigid flesh inside me. I can’t wait.
Eventually, I break free of my hypnotic fascination with his cock and my greedy eyes have a chance to drink in the rest of his superbly crafted body. There’s no doubt in my mind he must work out at a gym. Is there a gym in Peaceton? It’s no wonder he lifted me so easily. His shoulders are wide and hips are narrow, with skin evenly tanned all over, including his arse which I notice when he gives a cheeky little twirl. There are attractive indentations in each butt cheek that my fingers ache to reach out and caress.
But first, we need Teale to join us. I turn my attention to the other man in the room, urging him with my eyes to hurry. He’s far more considered in his movements than James, undressing slowly and taking time to fold his jeans before placing them on the small chair in the corner. His shirt comes next, button by slow button, and if I didn’t know better I’d say he was reluctant to join us. But the burning color of those eyes tells a different story, and I suspect he’s drawing out the anticipation in his own contrary way. When he lowers his underwear to reveal a massive, almost vertical erection that looks like a volcano about to blow, there’s no doubting how much Teale wants this too.
My impatience flares. “Come on, Teale. Get over here.”
“He’s always like this. It’s just his way.”
I love that James is trying to protect his friend and ensure I don’t get annoyed at the pedantic pace. I let out a laugh. It sounds breathless and I concede Teale’s snail pace has ramped up my eagerness. And my nerves. “At least it gives me time to enjoy the view.”
James chuckles. “I agree wholeheartedly.”
I glance at him and my breath stops in my throat. James isn’t looking at Teale. He’s staring at me with such appetite that for a moment I’m almost afraid. This excited expectation is so powerful, so unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, my response borders on panic. I’m terrified and exhilarated at the same time. I don’t understand the strength of my feelings, nor the underlying cause, but I do know I feel more alive in this moment than I’ve ever felt before.
For the first time in forever, I’m living in the moment rather than calculating right or wrong. This experience just is. I can’t explain it any more accurately than that. Craving rushes through my veins, reaching every part of my body and centering in my cunt. In minutes I’ll have both of these men embedded deep inside me. The thought should send me scurrying, but it doesn’t, even as doubts assail me.
What if they’re too big? What if it hurts? What if I don’t like it? What if I do like it? What if I like it so much that I can’t ever stop? It doesn’t matter what my brain throws at me. When James climbs onto the bed behind me, and Teale steps forward to stare down at us both, I know that this is what I need.
Teale’s hunger rages as fiercely as mine. It is evident in the tightness of his features, in his hands clenched into fists by his sides. In the dark red, purple veined hard-on calling out for attention right in front of my face.
I tentatively reach out and take him in my fist and he lets out a long low groan. Unlike James and I, it’s the first sound Teale has made that betrays his sexual need, and I love it. I want to make him groan again. I run my hand up and down his hot flesh, fast and then slow and fast again, until he shudders and a spurt of fluid from the tip wets my hand and creates a slippery, slapping so
und when I pull. Another groan erupts from Teale, low and heartfelt. The sound is as effective as a finger or tongue on my clit, and now it’s my turn to clench my muscles tight and hope for eventual release.
James is breathing unevenly behind me and I want to include him too. Keeping hold of Teale’s cock, I carefully encourage him onto the bed beside me before twisting a little so I can take James’s erection into my other hand.
Two hands, two cocks. Two impressive erections, and twice the slick, wet pleasure as I glide my fists up and down, learning their uniquely different shapes. Surrounding myself in the very male and enticingly delicious aroma of sexual need and cock juice.
Now that I’m sandwiched between them on the bed and James starts to explore my body with one hand, I realize Teale’s slow deliberation reminds me of a predator stalking its prey. He’s so damn sexy in that unhurried way he moves, and even though he’s still not touching me—yet—my stomach is churning and my whole body is once again on fire as I realize this is it. This is the moment I’m about to pop my virginal threesome cherry.
Teale throws something discreetly across to James. Condoms. And a tiny tube of lubricant. Ah. Makes sense that Teale is the boy scout of the two. My nerves increase at the reality of what they’re about to do.
“Are you okay?” Now he touches me, and his hands are confident and sure. He rolls me onto my side so I’m facing James, and tucks smoothly in behind me.
James re-positions himself more comfortably in front. I’ve already imagined us like this, and somehow even before this moment I knew Teale would take the rear. The reality is quite different to my fantastical imaginings though. I feel their every breath, in and out, like a vibration against my own ribs. Their spicy scent envelops me. Their hard-ons are mashed up against me with a kiss of wet wherever they touch. Two sets of hands caress my body as if eager to learn every inch, wandering over my breasts, across my hips and further down. Exploring fingers dip into my slit from both front and rear and I struggle to keep my pelvis still.
“You’re dripping.” James speaks in a low hard tone, and I can’t tell if he thinks my wetness is a good thing or not. My ex-husband hated that about me. He said it was disgusting, as if I’d wet the bed when we had sex. My cheeks flare with heat at the memory and I push at James’ hand.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help—”
“We love it, Stace.” Teale’s voice is a sexy whisper in my ear. His breath tickles my neck and sends a shiver across my suddenly over-sensitized skin. “The wetter the better. In fact, the more wet you are, the hornier I get. I want to fuck you so hard, baby. But I won’t. Not this time. The first time, we’ll be gentle, I promise. Especially me, in here.”
I feel one of his fingers caress my anal entrance and, far from frightening me off as I expect, the touch ignites weird sensations that send a signal straight to my clit. Yowza! That feels good. I’m entering new territory here. My breath is so short I’m afraid I’m about to hyper-ventilate.
“Relax honey.” James tips my chin up until I’m staring straight into his intense chocolate-colored eyes. “Teale’s the best at this. He’ll take you so gently you’ll be begging him to go harder. And any time you want us to stop, just say so.” He shifts a lock of hair across my forehead and smiles. The tender gesture—and his words—comfort me.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again, and then again, until I feel less light-headed. “Better get to it then, gents. Before I come without you. Yet again.”
Their laughter is quiet and fills me with renewed confidence. This is what I want, especially with these two wonderful, considerate men.
They spend a few moments sheathing themselves in rubbery protection, and then they’re back. Teale’s fingers reach between my butt cheeks, coated liberally with what I assume must be lube. It’s cold and slippery at first, and then it warms up. He spreads my cheeks and drips more down my seam until my fears about my own wetness fade to nothing. Jeepers. We’ll all slide right off the bed if he’s not careful.
James leans in to kiss me with a warmth that brings tears to my eyes. “Ready?”
I nod and hook one leg over his hips before reaching down to help position him at my entrance. He thrusts a little, breaching my vagina, and then slides in with ease. Just as I imagined, his wide girth is a perfect fit for my greedy channel. The hard, hot flesh fills me to bursting, especially when another push seats him fully inside. He lets out a surprised grunt when I clench my vaginal muscles to hold him tight. Yes. I’ve got you, James, and I’m not letting go. There’s something to be said for regular pelvic floor exercises.
Teale’s turn now, and I can’t help tensing my body again as I feel the tip of his organ pressing against my butthole. “I’ll go slow, babe.” He kisses the sensitive spot right behind my ear. “Relax. Breathe.”
Sure, no problem! I suck in a quick breath and let it out in a hiss when he breaches my body. There’s so much lube I can’t even say it hurts, beyond a bit of initial stinging. It feels weird though. At first, it’s just the tip and he quickly pulls out. Then the next time he pushes in a little further. He repeats the in and out action, slowly, until eventually he’s more in than out. I’m so fucking full of man that there’s pressure in every part of my abdomen. I find myself gasping rather than breathing, and I try to slow it down, letting my body get used to their presence. Accepting them in. Welcoming the pressure and enjoying the heaviness and the heat.
When I realize both men are breathing as heavily and unevenly as me, it sends me right back to the edge of control. They begin to thrust, first James and then Teale, taking it in turns to go in and out, back and forth, with only a thin membrane of flesh within my body separating their plunging organs. They are good at this, obviously practiced, tag-teaming with perfect precision. The realization that my body is cradling two cocks at once and that it feels fucking fantastic, pushes my desire to unexpected heights. Sex has never felt like this. The rhythmic movement back and forth, the relentless pounding against my clit and my arse, pleasure and pain deep within my body, the fullness, the unbearable, beautiful pressure...
Everything builds until I’m holding onto control by sheer will alone. We rut and fuck and love each other as if there’s nothing beyond the here and now. I hear keening, and groans, and animalistic-sounding whimpers, and I don’t even know if the noises are coming from me, or James, or Teale. I don’t care. All I know is we’re balanced together on this crazy precipice, teetering on the edge, and as our love-making escalates I reach a point of no return. “I can’t hold on! I’m coming...coming... Oh yes. Fuck me, both of you!”
We’re holding tight to one another’s bodies, rocking together as one. James lets out a bellow. “Come baby! I’m coming too. Oh, Teale—”
“Yes! Now!”
It’s not just my clit that blows apart at Teale’s hoarse command, it’s my vagina, and my arse, and my whole fucking body that rockets into the craziest climax of my life. I never knew orgasms like this existed. My scream as the experience rips my body to pieces is closely followed by twin male roars as the three of us fall together into a drowning sea of sensation.
Chapter Six
It seems like forever before I come back from wherever I went. Did I black out? I have no idea. Time ceased to exist from the moment I entered that phase of orgasmic pleasure. As I blink and sigh and finally start to become aware of my surroundings once again, I’m grateful to find their arms still wrapped tightly around me. Their touch grounds me. I was everywhere, and nowhere, and now I’m coming back down to a place from which I can begin to process what just happened. What did just happen? It feels like...I died and went to heaven.
“Jeez.” James is trembling at least as much as I am, if not more. Teale’s arms stretch further and tighten around him as well as me. Our protector.
“You okay, Stace? James? Man, I don’t...I can’t...” Teale falls silent. It seems even he has no words for what we just experienced.
I bite my lip when I realize my eyes are dam
p. I’ve been weeping and didn’t even know it, but I don’t have enough energy to reach up and wipe away my tears.
James shifts at last, using his thumb to clear the wetness for me. “Are you okay, Stacey?” He echoes Teale’s concern, and I nod weakly.
I’m more than okay, but I’m also shell-shocked. Is this what ménage is like all the time? I suspect not, but it’s a relief when Teale presses a kiss to my shoulder and says, “It’s never been like that for me before. That was...amazing.”
“Yeah.” James chuckles. “That was the fucking best I’ve ever had.”
I let out a giggle, thrilled that this experience was as ground-breaking for them as it was for me. Thrilled that this level of heaven wasn’t something they’ve experienced with anyone else. “Don’t you mean, the best fucking you’ve ever had?”
Now we all laugh together, perhaps with a common need to release some of the remaining tension. You’d think, after an orgasm that powerful, there’d be no tension left in the room. But, for me at least, there’s an element of uncertainty about what comes next.
Laughter’s good, but unfortunately the action causes both to slide out of me, first James and then Teale, and I suddenly feel empty as reality rushes back in. When Teale returns from the bathroom, where he’s disposed of the condoms and cleaned himself up, he brings a wet wash cloth and towel. He uses it to clean me and dry me off, his strokes as tender as if I’m a baby, and then both men cradle me until eventually, all of us drift off to sleep.
My last thoughts, before I fall into slumber, briefly bring tears once again to my eyes. Because I know deep down that it doesn’t matter how good the three of us are together. It doesn’t matter if that was the best sex we’ve ever had. This was simply an impulsive one night stand, no more nor less than that. We can’t keep this up indefinitely unless it always remains a secret from the world, and I know firsthand that secrets destroy lives. I lived with a secret once, and it blew my family apart when the truth accidentally came out. I can’t live through anything like that again.