by Daphne Dawn
I spin her around and bend her over the armrest of the couch so that her ass points to me, splayed open. Her pussy is swollen and glistening.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say, plunging my fingers into her pussy. She cries out. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she replies in a breathy voice. It’s the first time she responds to me asking her that and I growl in a low voice. I shove my cock into her pussy and she cries out again.
Kevin watches me as I fuck Carly. He doesn’t look ecstatic about it, but the expression on his face slowly starts to ease. He watches as I pound into her, my cock disappearing into her folds, reappearing and disappearing again. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, laced by her cries.
I glance at Kevin again. His face is riddled with hunger, lips parted, hand moving furiously up and down his cock as he watches me fuck Carly. Yeah, I can do this. I can fuck her and have him watch, or watch him fuck her. We’ve always been good at sharing. If this thing works with the three of us, why the hell not?
The alternative is losing him and doing this with Carly alone. It will be great, of course – I had her alone at the club that one time and she as more than enough woman for one man. But Kevin’s my friend and this is good. We can do this.
I turn my attention back to what I’m doing, fucking Carly harder. Her body rocks back and forth, her voice forced out in gasps and moans as I fuck her. I run my hand up her back and down again, her ass round, cheeks firm under my palms.
Kevin moves to the couch, sitting down close enough to Carly so that her face is in his lap. He strokes her hair, pulling it together so that he holds her hair in a ponytail. There’s a lot you can do with a woman when you have her by the hair.
Kevin strokes her cheek with one hand, slowly guiding her toward his cock. Carly opens her mouth without complaining – a woman with an eager mouth is such a hot thing – and I know by Kevin’s groan that she’s taken him into her mouth.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks him off, using the rocking motion I create with my dick to fuel her sucking. Kevin has her hair in a grip and he pushes her head down every time she sucks him in. Her body convulses and she males a gagging sound as she takes him into her throat. She bobs her head up and down, making strangling sounds, deep throating him while I fuck her.
It’s a sight to behold, her ass moving as I pound into her, her head bobbing up and down with Kevin’s hand in her hair and the sound of her sucking him off, moaning as we’re working ourselves into her.
I rub my hands up and down her body again, her skin smooth and hot under my fingers. I grab her ass, pull her cheeks apart, watched my cock slide in and out of her. Kevin glances at me and there’s no animosity left. We’re back in the motion, fucking the same girl, sharing. This is what we’ve always done. I can’t count the amount of times we fucked together. This time, it’s the same woman, but we’re in the motion again and I like it.
I like being with my friend.
Carly’s moans get more intense and she breathes through her nose, sucking Kevin’s dick a little shallower than before. She’s close to an orgasm, her breathing erratic, her body convulsing around mine. She gets tighter and smaller and it makes me feel like a god I feel so big inside of her.
When she orgasms, her body shudders in a wave of pleasure, her walls clamping down around me. She lets go of Kevin’s dick to cry out, screaming as she comes.
I slow down while she comes, letting her ride it out.
When she calms down, she’s tight – tighter than usual.
It just makes me want to take her again.
I pull out of her and she cries out. When I help her up, she’s a little wobbly on her feet but that’s okay. I’ll keep her up. I push her against the wall, lifting her legs so I hold her up. I push into her again and she cries out.
She wraps her legs around my waist and I thrust into her.
“God, you’re so tight,” I growl. She answers with more cries when I fuck her like that, pinned against the wall. I don’t know where Kevin is. I don’t really care, not right now. I want to fuck her as hard as I can, come inside of her, claiming her as my own. Sure, Kevin and I are friends but a very carnal, selfish part of me doesn’t want to share.
I fuck her like this for a while. Kevin clears his throat and I must do something or it will get ugly again.
So, reluctantly, I put her down.
Kevin holds out his hand and I clap my palm against his like a kind of high-five. We are in it together. It makes me feel better. He isn’t taking her from me, he’s taking her with me.
Kevin pushes Carly against the wall the same way I did but he doesn’t hold her up completely. He pulls one leg up, letting her hold up her own weight with the other leg before he pushes into her. Her arms are around his neck. She kisses him as he pushes into her and she moans into his mouth.
I watch him as he fucks her. I swallow my jealousy. We’re going to do this. If it doesn’t work, we can do something else, call it off, but I have try, first.
Kevin
I have to give her a break. She’s struggling to keep herself up. She already orgasmed once and we’re pounding in to her something fierce. I love fucking her, though.
I pull out of her and Carly gasps, letting down her leg. She is breathing hard.
“Come to the bedroom,” she says in a breathy voice.
I nod and follow her. Scott comes, too. He’s fucking her quite aggressively today. I have a feeling it’s about possession – he’s a lot more alpha male than I m and I don’t get the feeling he wants to share. But he’s being a good sport, letting me have my turns when it comes to it.
He's a good friend. We’ve always gotten along, even if sometimes we get stuck a little. We can figure this out I’m sure. I want to do this with him, both date her, if it’s what Carly wants. She isn’t going to choose between us, that’s clear. And even though I’d have preferred her all to myself – what man wouldn’t want that? – I’m happy that I wouldn’t lose Scott.
I don’t know what the future will hold, but I know that is where we are at, now.
The bedroom is ready for us. It’s clear that Carly planned this. The light is dim, the curtains drawn and I think about sex, sex, sex when I walk in. Carly crawls onto the bed, her ass moving side to side, breasts amazingly large and perky. She lies back on the pillows. Scott and I stand side by side, dicks hard, bodies eager, watching her. We’ve been here, standing next to each other, watching her, before.
Carly makes eye contact with me, her large eyes drowning deep. She spreads her legs, her pussy bare and swollen and glistening with her and our sex combined. She’s so damn hot it takes every ounce of self-control not to get onto the bed with her and take her again. But I know what she’s doing.
She’s going to give us a show. For that, I’ll wait.
Scott’s thinking the same thing, by the looks of it. I can almost feel the sexual energy come off him but he controls himself and stays on the spot, too.
Carly leans over and pulls open the drawer in the nightstand. She retrieves a toy – purple, silicon and vibrating when she pushes a button. It’s curved, with a protruding nub at the front and it’s not hard to guess what she’s going to do with it.
She pushes the button on the side a few times, the sound of the vibration changing, before she presses it against her clit.
She cries out, arching her back, moving her hips as the pulses flow through her body. Her face is contorted and her free hand goes to her breast. We watch her writhe on the bed at the mercy of her own pleasure.
For a while she strokes her clit with the toy, gasping, moaning, curling on the bed. Her moaning and gasping changes and she’s getting closer. She’s going to bring herself to orgasm.
Instead of pushing herself over the edge, she pushes the thick part of the toy into her body. She gasps as the toy vibrates inside of her now. The nub is on her clit and she pump the toy in and out of her pussy, bringing herself to the ve
ry edge. She tugs at her breast, so hard it has to hurt, but her cries are of pleasure, not pain.
Scott shuffles his weight from one foot to the other next to me. He’s struggling to hold back. I feel his pain.
“That’s enough,” Scott says and marches to the bed, his dick bobbing as he walks. “You’re just about torturing me to death, kitten.”
He gets onto the bed and makes his way to her head. He doesn’t take over what she’s doing to herself, but cups her face in his hands and tips it back, instead. She opens her mouth and he bends over her body, pushing his cock between her lips.
She moans, the sound muffled, the angle a little off but she takes him in and he starts bucking his hips, fucking her mouth.
I get onto the bed, too. I take the toy from Carly and turn it so that her clit is free but the toy is still inside of her. I put my mouth over her clit and lick her, flicking my tongue over her. She moans around Scott’s dick. Judging by the nature of her sounds he’s all the way down her throat. I know exactly how that feels.
I suck on her clit and she writhes, shuddering in waves. I want her to come. I want to make her orgasm again.
It doesn’t take very long before she topples over the edge. She cries out and Scott pulls back a bit so that she can breathe. The orgasm is bigger than the first and lasts longer. I lick her slowly, with long strokes, while she orgasms and it feel like it carries on forever.
I need to be inside of her. I pull the toy out, pull her up and get her sitting onto top of me. She is on my cock, collapsing forward like she didn’t expect to have to control her body again. But her hips start moving as if they have a mind of their own and she starts fucking me.
I groan as she moves her hips, riding me, my cock sliding in and out of her. She’s so damn tight after orgasming.
Scott comes up behind her, positioning himself at her back. I pull her forward so she is at the right angle, her ass ready for Scott. He takes the time to lube her up so that it isn’t a bad experience.
I know when he starts working himself into her ass. She cries out, shivering. I feel Scott slide into her ass, his dick up against mine again. This is familiar territory and Scott and I fall back into our rhythm. We move back and forth, countering each other and Carly cries out. She’s limp on my body, doing nothing. She doesn’t have to.
We do all the work, fucking her from both sides, riding her. She shudders and I’m not sure if she’s coming again or if she’s still riding the echoes of her last orgasm. I don’t care. Her body pulsates on mine, muscles contracting and relaxing and it is amazing. I have to concentrate not to lost my load myself.
Scott grunts and groans. He has to hold himself up to push his cock into her. He doesn’t seem to mind the extra effort, though. He bucks his hips harder and harder, pumping into her. I hold still, letting him go at it. Carly screams as he pounds into her, taking her most intimate entrance as hard and as fast as he can.
After a while, Scott slows down again and Carly seems to catch her breath. He strokes slowly in and out of her and I counter his strokes again, doing the same thing, sliding in and out of her as she lies sandwiched between us. The sex is hot and sensual, all at the same time. Every time the three of us do this, it’s different. It’s like we get closer and more intimate, getting to know each other better. It changes the way we deal with each other, how we are together, how intense our orgasms and our moments together are.
We both slow to a stop and for a moment we just lie there, the three of us piled together. Scott is the first to pull out. I help Carly off me and we lie together on the bed, gasping and heaving. Scott runs his hand up and down Carly’s arm. I stroke her thigh. We are all attached in some way, touching each other, keeping the intimacy going even though we aren’t fucking right this minute.
Scott moves closer to Carly, shifting his body until he is pressed up against her. He moves his body, rubbing himself against her, pushing his cock against her hip. Her breathing changes, deepening, and he kisses her. I let them have their moment. I have to recover.
Scott works himself up against her body until he’s inside of her again, fucking her while they lie on their sides, facing each other. Carly throws her leg over Scott’s, opening herself up. The motion is soft and sensual for a while.
Scott picks up his pace, going faster and faster and Carly gasps and breathes harder. Scott rolls onto his back and Carly follows him, keeping him inside of her. It’s impressive to see him pull her on top of him without breaking contact.
When she’s on top of him, Carly shifts her position a little to get comfortable before she starts riding him. I don’t get behind her, don’t work my way into her ass. I lay beside them, watching her fuck him. I watch her breasts as they jiggle, swinging back and forth when she leans forward. Scott’s hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her skin, helping her ride him harder. Her eyes are locked on his, lips parted. Her dark hair hangs over her shoulders.
She’s fucking another man, but in that moment, I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than Carly. She’s the definition of elegance and grace, even while she’s getting down and dirty, and she’s completely in her element.
And she cares. Carly cares about the both of us. I know it because she tried not to let the company go under, not to let us lose our jobs. This is one of the many reasons I have come to love her – because she wants the best for us, both of us, and I want the same for her. It’s the only reason I’m willing to give all this a chance. Carly is going to date the both of us because she’s willing to sacrifice things for us, so I can make sacrifices for her.
And as far as sacrifices go, dating a woman with my best friend, fucking her together like we always dreamed about, is not the worst that can happen.
Carly is getting closer to an orgasm again, but this time, Scott’s right there with her. His body curls up, stomach muscles bunching together. Carly moans and Scott’s face is riddled with concentration. A moment later, Carly loses herself and comes undone at the seams. I watch her as she collapses on Scott’s chest, shuddering, moaning. Scott grabs her hips and fucks her from beneath, shoving himself into her. He grunts, gritting his teeth and I know that he’s coming, too. Carly cries out as he pushes himself into her as deep as he can go.
For a moment, time stands still. Neither of them seem to breathe and they are melded together on the bed.
I lift my hand and reach for Carly, touching her shoulder. She lifts her head, looking at me, blinking, and pushes herself up on Scott’s chest. I’m grinning at her and she smiles back at me.
She lifts herself off his dick and it flops out, shimmering and floppy now. Carly moans and she moves off the bed.
“I’m going to feel that for a while.”
Scott chuckles, proud of himself. I lay back on the pillows. I’m still rock hard and pulsing but I don’t want to push Carly to do anything. She comes over to me, though, and wraps her hand around my dick.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking care of you.”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be silly. I want to. And you want me to, I know you do.”
I watch her as she lowers her torso and kisses the tip of my cock. It jerks involuntarily and she takes me into her mouth, sucking her hot lips all the way down to the base of my cock. I groan and put my hand on her head, feeling her bob her head up and down. Her mouth is as hot as her pussy is, her tongue swirling at the bottom of my shaft and my head presses against her soft pallet.
She pushes her head down further, pushing me in deeper before she pulls back. She moves her head up and down, faster, faster, sucking me off. I gasp and moan and lose myself in the sensation. Slowly, my orgasm comes back again, building. My balls swell, I get harder still and my muscles start jerking and spasming of their own accord. Carly’s pulling the orgasm out of me and I’m very close to the edge.
Suddenly, it tackles me. My cock twitches, my balls tighten and I squirt come into her mouth
. Carly drinks me down, taking it all in her mouth as I twitch and pulsate. I groan, holding her head, emptying myself into her and she takes it all.
When I’m finally done I gasp and drop my head back onto the pillow. God, even if it’s just her mouth the orgasm is one of the best. She knows just how to get me off.
She looks up at me, her eyes twinkling. She smiles and I realize she swallowed. She explained to me once that getting up and spitting it out when we are in the swing of things is just a mood kill.
Carly moves up my body, laying herself down next to me, I wrap an arm around her and hold her close. Scott moves as well and curls his body around her, spooning her. The three of us lie together, and it isn’t about who got to have Carly and who won this game. She belongs to both of us.
I close my eyes. I’m not going to go home tonight. I’m staying right here, sleeping with her. Scott don’t look like he’s planning on moving, either, and that’s fine by me.
Carly’s breathing changes as she falls asleep. I glance over her head at Scott, who makes eye contact with me. An understanding passes between us. I lay my head back down and take a deep breath, letting sleep drag me under. Scott moves, switching off the lamp and we lay in the dark together, the three of us.
Carly
I wake up wrapped in warmth, and it isn’t just the blanket that’s been pulled up. I’m sandwiched between the two men and there’s enough body heat to go around. Kevin and Scott are both still asleep, Kevin on his back next to me with his hand between my thighs, Scott curled behind me, curved around me like a question mark.
I close my eyes again and relish in the warmth and security that comes with having two men next to me. I like this. I can get used to this. It’s what I wanted when I told the men I want to be with them both.
Kevin shifts next to me and I glance at him. He opens his eyes and turns his face to me. He smiles.
“Hey,” he whispers.
“Hey,” I whisper back.
Scott sighs and his hand runs up my thigh. I smile and roll onto my back, Scott moving to make some space for me.