by Jon Keys
Dalton and Cole appeared at the door. Cole looked around the room and then at Tara. “What’s wrong, Tara?”
“You two are slobs! One boy is bad enough but two is horrible. I’m tired of toilet lids that are never down, towels everywhere, crap strung all over, for god’s sake, you can’t even hit the toilet when you pee!”
Cole turned to Dalton. “That’s you, dude. You’re a terrible shot.”
“No, it’s not. It’s you trying to piss in the dark.”
“Shutup! Shut the fuck up! I’m sick of this. I’m not your maid.”
Cole’s lips twisted as he looked around. “We don’t want you to be the maid. Just tell us and we’ll clean up.”
“I shouldn’t have to tell you! You should just do it.”
Cole and Dalton stared at each other, unsure of what to say. “Okay, we’ll keep everything cleaned up.”
Tara’s temper flared when Cole tried to console her. “Oh, no. You’re not going to pat my head and make life better, because I’m fed up with your crap. Petting me isn’t going to work this time.” Furious at their lack of response, Tara stomped off to the bedroom and started slamming through her closet. She heard soft sounds behind her and glanced in the mirror to see Cole picking up the bedroom.
The sight should have made her happy. They were doing what she wanted. She knew by tonight the house would shine from top to bottom. But it infuriated her that she had to lose her temper to get them to notice. She grabbed a change of clothes and stomped across the room, kicking a shoe Cole had missed. She charged into Dalton’s old room and slammed the door behind her.
She stripped, pulled on a change of clothes and checked herself in the mirror. Those two better get their shit together. It’s nice being with both of them, but I could have one boyfriend and be fine.
She left the bedroom, her temper still smoldering, feeling unreasonable. She tugged on her boots and winter coat and left the house without a backward glance.
* * * *
Tara stopped in the union for a coffee. She’d stormed out of the house without breakfast, which made all the food in the glass display case looked delicious. The smell of fresh coffee and warm danish just made it worse. She noticed the slight pooch showing beneath her navel. Another gift from living with two guys, all we do is eat. She sighed and studied the menu board, her face curved into a frown.
“Tara?”
She turned with a sigh that another person was about to impose on her. Her mouth froze when she saw who it was.
“Hey, Jody. How’re you?”
“Good. Just thought I’d stop in for coffee. How about you?”
“Same. I need something to get me through the rest of the day. My roommates and I got into an argument this morning and I forgot to eat.”
“That’s not good! Get what you want. It’s my treat.”
“No, Jody. Thanks, but I’ve got it.”
“Hey, my folks just made a deposit in the college fund. Let me pay for your coffee.”
Tara paused for a minute, and considered the handsome blond standing eagerly in front of her. “Okay, this once.”
“Cool. Then we can catch up for a few minutes.” He looked at her and flashed his thousand-watt smile. “If you have time.”
All the sweet memories of their time together flooded Tara and she fell into familiar patterns. “Sure, that sounds fun.”
* * * *
Tara opened the door and walked into another world. She had forgoten the argument from that morning after seeing Jody, but obviously the guys had remembered. Dalton and Cole had changed the house into a harem scene from Arabian Nights. The door closed with a soft click as she took in everything. Drifting lengths of sheer fabric covered the walls and at least a hundred candles filled the room and continued down the hallway.
As her eyes adjusted to the ambient light, she realized Dalton and Cole stood in the room dressed in see-through harem pants and vests that came to their navels. Both wore a pair of low-rise briefs that barely covered their packages. The handsome young men glistened in the flickering light. She stood, her mouth agape as she took in everything.
Dalton walked toward her and handed her a wide margarita glass, rimmed with pink salt. She sipped her drink and smiled as he bowed before stepping backward. She took another sip of her tart drink and Tara smiled at the pair. “So, what are you up to?”
Cole smiled at her and bowed. “Ah, mistress. We are at your beck and call tonight.”
“Which means?”
“Your wish is our command.”
Tara snickered softly. “What are you prepared to do?”
“Whatever pleases our princess,” Dalton said with a smile.
“Okay, get me a snack.”
Cole nodded, trotted to the fridge and returned in an instant with a plate loaded with all her favorite fruits and cheeses. He fed a particularly large grape to Tara.
She chewed slowly, enjoying the attention. She practically glided across the floor and eased into the chair with her legs folded under her. Balancing the plate across her legs Tara popped another grape into her mouth. Time to have some fun. Christmas at her parents, her birthday where she’d drunk too much and the busy days since had left them with little time or energy to enjoy each other. Her body unwound at the thought of an enjoyable night with Dalton and Cole. She swallowed the grape and gave them a seductive smile. “I want to see my two men making out with each other.”
Dalton and Cole moved together, only a few feet from her, and kissed each other hard. Cole ran his hands through Dalton’s hair, holding them tight against each other. His tongue penetrated Dalton’s lips and moans erupted from them both. Dalton and Cole’s tongues fought for dominance. The sounds of their hard kisses filled the room and Tara’s body began to respond with a heat between her legs and a light throbbing in her breasts.
Dalton ran his hands over Cole’s chest, slipping the light vest off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He caressed Cole’s broad muscular chest until a chorus of soft moans filled the air. Cole caught Dalton’s wrists and pulled their bodies tight against each other. His hands slid to Dalton’s ass and kneaded the muscular globes as they ground against each other. They were both flushed red, the sound of their breathing dominated the room. Dalton dipped his hands into the back of Cole’s transparent pants.
Tara chided softly. “Oh, no. Nothing below the waist.”
Moans of disappointment escaped their lips as Cole wrapped his arms around Dalton. Cole ran his hands over Dalton’s body, lowered himself slightly and held him while he pressed his lips against Dalton’s nipple. His tongue darted out, flicked against the sensitive tip and then traced around its edge with agonizing slowness.
Dalton’s head dropped back, his throat exposed in a graceful arch, and he panted through barely parted lips. He grabbed Cole’s shoulders and ground against him as they moved together. Heat of arousal filled Tara as the men’s passion built. Cole slid lower, tracing the faint lines of Dalton’s abdomen.
Cole caressed the small of Dalton’s back as his lips dropped lower, tracing circles around Dalton’s bellybutton. The sweat dripped from his face, sending fresh gouts of fire through Tara.
I’m not going to just watch for much longer. Tara’s developing hunger pushed for more and she released her tenuous hold on the two young men. “Okay, do whatever you want.”
With a moan and a maneuver equal any gymnast, Dalton slid down Cole and knelt in front of him. His hands pawed at the transparent fabric and soon had Cole’s white briefs exposed. The bulge was unmistakable.
The heat of her two lovers built for Tara. Her ardor grew as she forced herself to continue to only watch. The sight of two young men making love had long been Tara’s secret fetish. These past few months had been the fulfillment of her deepest fantasies. Her body pulsed at Cole’s groan when Dalton hit a particularly erotic spot on his cloth-covered dick.
Dalton slid his hands up the back of Cole’s thighs
and gripped tight as he feasted on his lover’s goods. He worked up and down its length until the white fabric was drenched and Cole’s erection was obvious through the translucent material. Dalton looked over his shoulder at Tara while he slipped his fingers into the top of Cole’s underwear and slid them down.
Tara smiled and gave him a slight nod. She relished the sight of the white bit of cloth working lower, revealing more and more of the thick length until Cole’s cock popped free and jutted from his crotch. Dalton shoved them around Cole’s ankles, pressed his face between the thick thighs in front of him and inhaled deeply. The shuddering breath from Dalton was more than Tara could take.
“All right, it’s my turn.” Tara grinned when both men turned to her with hungry looks across their faces. Cole stepped out of the pile of clothing around his ankles and helped Dalton from the floor. Dalton stripped in a flash and then they descended on Tara. Her top and bra went quickly and her bare chest heaved with excitement. Cole flicked his tongue over her nipples while Dalton unbuttoned her pants and tugged them from her hips.
Tara’s mind spun with desire when Dalton tossed the last of her clothes across the room and pressed his face between her legs. His hard tongue ran down the length of her wet pussy and fire roared through Tara’s body. Dalton’s tongue traveled through her folds again and again while Cole bit softly first on one nipple and then the other. The heat of their passion, the foreplay of watching Cole and Dalton making love, proved too much and the first ripple of orgasm flowed through her.
Tara tensed as the flood of pleasure hit her and her body was awash with ecstasy. Her legs clamped together as Dalton tried to get one last lick. “No. God, no. Shop’s closed!”
Dalton laughed as he rose wiping his face. “Hopefully it will open back up soon.”
Tara giggled softly, feeling euphoric. “Maybe. I’m the princess tonight, though.”
She looked at her men, panting and hard, and smiled at them. “Come here. I want a little taste of you.”
Cole and Dalton moved on either side of Tara, who wrapped her hands around their hard cocks. Sighs escaped as she stroked them. The animalistic sounds grew in volume as she teased and stroked their dicks. Cole leaned forward and kissed Dalton, soon they were in each other’s embrace, leaning over her. She sucked the head of Cole’s thick cock inside her mouth and slid her head up and down its length, taking as much as she could while stroking Dalton. When Cole’s moans reached an urgent level, she switched. Lightly jacking Cole, she took Dalton’s slender cock deep into her mouth.
Tara worked her way back and forth between the two men, their groans of pleasure rising in volume. Her own excitement built as the tingle of her first orgasm faded. Her hands wrapped around two hard cocks soon had her juices flowing again. With Cole’s soft grunts, Tara knew what she wanted. She pulled back and watched as the two attacked each other in their heat. With a grin she wet her finger, then slid it along the cleft of Dalton’s ass. After a moment’s anticipation, she eased the tip of her finger inside him.
“Oh, shit.” Dalton moaned and his body went rigid.
Both men looked at Tara. Dalton spread his legs wider and his eyes fluttered half closed as Tara worked her finger inside him.
Dalton’s moan echoed through the room. “I need fucked.”
Cole grabbed condoms from a box they’d stashed beside the chair earlier. He opened the first packet and unrolled the condom down Dalton’s length. He quickly repeated the action over his own hard cock. Tara let her finger slip out and moved down the chair until her hips were on its edge. She grinned at Dalton. “You ready?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
He moved between her slender thighs and ran his hard cock over the wet lips of her twat. The heat of Dalton’s dick surged through Tara and she sighed as he pushed into her. His cock slipped deep inside and jolts of pleasure raced through her. She smiled as Cole kneeled beside her, took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. He found her hard nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Dalton slipped in and out of her, the heat of passion building. Dalton curled down, took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it while Cole worked on the other.
Tara’s gaze met Cole’s and a moment passed between them. Cole pulled away, grabbed the lube from their stash and moved behind Dalton. He ran his muscular hands over Dalton’s back and then pushed him forward until he lay across Tara, still deep inside her, with his ass exposed.
Cole knelt behind him and pressed his face against Dalton’s ass. Tara ran her hands over Dalton as he trembled from Cole’s whipping tongue. Cole took a final lick, moved behind Dalton and squirted lube across his fingers. Cole slid his finger inside Dalton, who lurched forward, sinking deeper inside Tara.
“Ah, fuck!” Dalton rocked between Tara’s slick pussy and Cole’s finger. A few minutes passed when another deep moan slipped from him as Cole worked to get him ready. The thrusts became harder as Dalton thrashed between them. Time slipped past as they enjoyed the intimacy.
Dalton paused as Cole worked himself inside. Tara twisted Dalton’s nipples and kissed him hard. Moments later Cole grunted sharply and Dalton’s face contorted in pain. Tara wrapped her legs around Dalton as he worked his steel-hard cock deep inside her. They moved slowly, until Dalton sighed and relaxed against her.
Cole grabbed Dalton’s shoulders and slowly slipped inside. The seconds became minutes as the trio relished the slow movements. Dalton slid in and out of Tara, building her pleasure toward a second climax. The vibrations traveled through Tara each time Cole slammed into them.
The trio moved in a beautiful erotic choreography. The sighs and gasps from them echoed through the house. Cole reached the pinnacle first and dove to his climax. He buried his cock deep inside Dalton as his body shuddered. His motion triggered Dalton’s orgasm. The two of them locked against each other with expressions of bliss etched on their faces. Cole slowly relaxed, and ran his hands over Dalton’s back.
They eased apart and stood on either side of Tara. She looked from one to the other, and began to laugh. The boy’s shot each other an expression of confusion, then glanced back at Tara. She pointed to the semen filled condom that dangled from each of them. “Go clean up. You haven’t finished your jobs.”
Cole chuckled. “Be right back.”
Cole gripped the bottom of his condom and made his way to the bathroom with Dalton close behind. She stretched as the men cleaned up. Why do I always let myself end up underneath the two cavemen? A soft muttering followed by the sounds of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom as Tara lowered her legs to the floor. She motioned them to her, kissing each of them and then slapped the sides of their asses.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Your mistress is waiting to be pleasured.”
They grinned at each other, and started to work. Dalton knelt between her legs and Cole ran his fingers into her hair and gave her a soul-searing kiss. Dalton speared his tongue inside her and Tara moaned as passion flowed from her center.
Cole dropped his hand, caressed one breast and squeezed gently before raking his rough thumb over her swollen nipple. Dalton’s tongue found her clit. He chewed and licked the nub of flesh while he searched for her G-spot with his finger. Soon the combination of tongues, lips and finger carried her toward a blissful finish.
“Oh, god. Harder.”
Her lovers moved in unison and the fire of ecstasy shot from each spot they touched. Euphoria washed over her as her body was overwhelmed. She shuddered and moaned as her orgasm stretched out for many delicious seconds. Her climax rolled through her again and again until she frantically grabbed Dalton’s hands.
“No more!”
Dalton chuckled and traced his finger along the outside of her thigh and then leaned in and kissed her knee. Tara trembled, collapsed into the chair and then grinned at the other two. “Whose crazy idea was this?”
Dalton chuckled and nodded at Cole. “He gets the credit. I’m just a willing helper.”
&nbs
p; She turned to Cole as the reestablished connection flowed through her. “Where did all the props and costumes come from? Or do I want to know.”
Cole laughed for a few moments. “Some friends from the theatre department.”
Tara grinned and stood, her lithe form dwarfed even by Dalton. She kissed both of them again. “Good, I was afraid you’d blown the food budget on this stuff.”
Cole ran his hands down her bare body until they nestled in the small of her back. “No, you still get to eat. Go get a shower and we’ll clean up.”
Tara made her way gingerly to the bathroom, her gait unsteady. Her leg muscles still shook. She paused at the doorway and turned to find the guys horsing around, still as naked as the day they were born. I hope this was a turning point. I don’t want to go back to where we were.
Chapter Eleven
The boys behaved themselves for a few weeks after Tara’s angry tirade, and the harem I’m sorry scene, but eventually drifted back into their old routines. They worked to keep things functioning, but lost sight of Tara, again. Almost worse, although they mostly cleaned up after themselves, the house started to look and smell like a frat house basement.
Tara sat at the table to begin her concept sketches for a project due the next day. She opened her box of supplies, to find it almost empty. “Where are my markers?”
“What?”
“Huh?”
“Markers! Where are my damn markers?”
Dalton looked up from where he lay on the couch reading. “Oh, yeah. I used some for my sketch for class. The building had to be rendered in color. I guess I forgot to put them back.”
Cole nodded from the chair he’d coiled himself into. “Yeah, I borrowed some green and blue ones. I needed to do an elevation map for an ecology class.”
“Where. Are. They,” Tara bit off.
Both guys fixed their gazes on her.
“Huh?”
“What?”