Xonra leaned into the kiss, letting Morgan’s tongue trace around her lips, slide inside, and tangle with hers. His hands were on her ass, pressing her tight against a very impressive erection. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, and rubbing them against his chest felt very good.
Her brain must have gone on vacation because it certainly had nothing to do with her hands unbuttoning his shirt and sliding inside to rest against his chest. His hard, muscled chest. With just the faintest down of blond hair, a shade lighter than the hair on his head. He smelled so nice. A masculine, spicy sort of scent. Delicious. His heart was thumping against her palm and she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Them.
Oh yeah, them. Glenn leaned against her back, his body one long line of muscles pressing into her with his cock nestled between the cheeks of her butt. Damn, that feels good. It’d been a long time since she’d had anal sex, but if that’s what he—they—wanted, she was ready for it. More than ready. Her sex life had been pathetic for years now. It was little more than a series of snatched liaisons between the pressures of her career, with no time to develop a proper relationship. She and her dildo, “the jolly green giant”, had been a lonely team for months and months, so she was certain even one night of red-hot sex with these two would give her plenty of happy memories.
Her smart black jacket dropped to the floor before she realized anyone had unbuttoned it, and her shirt was opened wide with Morgan’s mouth on her breasts, licking, sucking, and rolling her nipple with his tongue.
Unconsciously, she widened her stance and clutched his head to her chest.
Glenn’s mouth was on her shoulder, licking there, nibbling his way across to the highly sensitive place behind her ear, then sucking the earlobe into his mouth.
“Oh yes,” she whispered.
Large, warm hands stroked up under her shirt from the back, sliding along her spine, and over her ribs. Then they trailed down, stopping to unzip her tailored black skirt and push it down her hips.
It wasn’t until Glenn’s hands slid inside the elastic top of her pantyhose that she remembered she was dressed for a funeral, not an assignation, and that her flabby belly was about to be exposed, as was her decidedly boring underwear.
“I…um…”
“You feel very good.” Glenn’s mouth was puffing hot air, along with his words, against her neck.
His fingers slipped lower until the longest one rested inside her slit. “Hot and wet. You’re wet for us, aren’t you?”
While Xonra had been thinking about her plain black cotton panties and ten-pounds-overweight stomach, Morgan was teasing her breasts—oh shit, I’m wearing that boring black cotton bra.
But it was getting harder and harder for her to form a coherent sentence. Morgan’s hands on her breasts were incredibly exciting and Glenn had two fingers deep in her cunt, stroking her walls. “I’m going to come.”
‘That’s the plan,” said Morgan, pinching both nipples.
Glenn slid a third finger into her pussy and curved all three of them up to scrape her sweet spot.
“Ahhh!” Xonra shattered around his fingers, her body shaking, her knees wobbling, as Morgan swallowed her cry with his mouth pressed firmly to hers, his tongue thrusting in and out in time to Glenn’s fingers in her cunt.
The men efficiently stripped her last few items of clothing from her, Morgan kneeling to unbuckle the straps of her high-heeled shoes. While Glenn lifted her and centered her on the bed, Morgan undressed and grabbed condoms from the nightstand. His place on the bed was taken by a naked Glenn, who buried his face in her pussy to lick her cream.
“Delicious,” Glenn murmured, then kissed her.
Her taste on his mouth was incredibly erotic. His tongue, her tongue. His flavor, her flavor. “Damn, that’s carnal,” she whispered.
“It’ll be even more carnal in a moment,” replied Morgan, climbing onto the bed with them.
Xonra’s mind was already struggling with the whole “two men, twice as many body parts” issue. There were hands on her butt and hands on her pussy. A mouth on her breast and another one on her lower belly. And legs. Legs twined around hers, legs resting over her hips. She gave up trying to think and relaxed into the experience. This is a once-in-a-lifetime night. I’ll just enjoy it.
All those large, warm hands did feel mighty fine. They were doing such teasingly erotic things to her. Stroking and smoothing the skin on her knee, her inner thigh, her ribs, and her breast. Painting spirals and whorls on her belly and sides. Butterfly-light touches on her nose, eyelids, cheekbones, and ears.
It was only moments since she’d orgasmed and already a second climax was coiling and building deep inside her. Her own hands were clutching at shoulders and backs, her nails digging in as she held on tight, as the sensations grew ever more powerful.
Morgan straddled her chest, burying his cock between her breasts. He held her breasts tightly over his cock then thrust up between them. His cock head, red and weeping pre-cum, emerged from its nest in her pale skin, looking like a lollipop being unwrapped. Xonra couldn’t resist swiping her tongue across the tip. He tasted like the spicy scent of his chest. Totally delicious. And just seeing his cock emerge like that from between her breasts was a powerful aphrodisiac. He looked so good. Smelled so good. Tasted so good.
Hands gripped her hips and a cock pressed into her pussy. Her cunt was swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and the stretching feeling of a live cock inside her almost made her come on the spot. It’d been so long since she’d been fucked, and never by two men at once. Her dildo was not nearly as good as the feeling of Glenn inside her. He was hard and wide and long, stretching her walls to the limit, filling every inch of her channel, pressing against her sensitive tissues and arousing her to a higher level than she’d ever been before.
Glenn’s broad shoulders were clearly visible behind Morgan’s leaner build, and Xonra managed to grab hold of Morgan’s hip in her left hand and rest her right hand on Glenn’s thigh, uniting her to them both and letting her feel them both moving on and in her through her hands as well as her body. Unexpectedly, it cranked the sexual tension up another notch, flooding her pussy with cream, making her heart beat harder and faster.
She flicked her tongue over Morgan’s cock again, licking up more pre-cum, reveling in his flavor, moving her hips with Glenn’s thrusts and feeling almost overwhelmed with the experience of two men making love to her at once.
Morgan’s hands teased her nipples and the sensitive undersides of her breasts as he held them wrapped around his cock, sending little shivers of delight up her spine.
Glenn’s mouth was on Morgan’s shoulder as they synchronized their thrusts, and watching them sent another burst of lust flaring through her body. Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending sensitized and jumping with sexual tension. She was burning all over, close to her ignition point, about to explode like a forest fire from the passion in the room.
“Gonna come,” groaned Morgan, thrusting his cock hard between her breasts, pinching her nipples as he did. A jet of ropey white cum burst from his cock and Xonra opened her mouth to catch some of his spicy flavor. Her bones melted as she watched him blast his seed into her mouth, and her own orgasm flared through her, her cunt walls clenching hard on Glenn’s cock, rippling and milking him as she licked Morgan’s cock.
Morgan spurted a few more times and then he leaned to kiss her, his and her flavors mingling once more as he ran his tongue around inside her mouth, spreading his essence through it.
“Mmm, good,” she murmured.
As Morgan leaned forward, Glenn tilted her pelvis higher, thrusting harder, deeper inside her. The aftershocks from her orgasm flared higher, higher, and Xonra was stunned to know she would come again. Everything inside her was so sensitized, and Glenn’s thick, long cock was filling her, powering into her, pressing deeper than any man had ever been before. He raised her hips another inch and slammed into her, pinching her clit between his fingers as he did.
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nbsp; Xonra dragged her mouth away from Morgan’s and screamed as her third orgasm of the evening burst through her like an earthquake, shattering her nerves into a million pieces. Black spots and golden stars danced behind her eyelids as every muscle clenched and heaved while she came and came and came as Glenn spurted his hot seed into the condom, burning her through the latex.
Morgan was whispering sweet words into her ear, but Xonra was beyond responding. She shook and shuddered as her body finally calmed down and her heart rate slowed toward normal.
Only then did she become aware both men were pressing kisses to her skin, smoothing and stroking her.
“Wow! Just…wow. Three times…I’ve never before…” she mumbled incoherently.
“Sshh. Rest. Let us take care of you,” soothed Morgan, kissing her face as Glenn withdrew from her pussy and went into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and lemon-scented towel to clean the sticky seed from her, and then the two men rolled her between them and pulled the covers over them all.
“Time for a little nap,” murmured Glenn.
Chapter Two
“I reckon a weekend away together is the way to go,” announced Glenn as he and Morgan were pedaling their exercise bikes in the basement two days later.
“Huh? Say what?”
“The lush and edible Xonra. A weekend away would give us time to talk to her and get to know her better, see if we’re all compatible. Not to mention fuck her brains out properly.”
“Hey, be careful. Just thinking about her makes me hard and if I get a boner riding the bike, I’m liable to do myself a serious injury here!”
“Well, get off the bike and let’s talk, then. I’d hate to injure your dick. It feels way too good in my hands or when you ram it up my ass. I’d surely hate never to feel that again.”
They both stopped pedaling and Glenn stared at Morgan’s dick. Oh yeah, it was long and hard. Ready for action. But it had always been like that with them. One look and they wanted to fuck each other. They were both switches, so they topped or bottomed however they felt like at the time. They also liked playing in threesomes or foursomes. But somehow three suited them better than a woman each. With a threesome, they were all involved with everyone else. A foursome seemed to divide two and two, which wasn’t nearly as fulfilling for them.
Glenn dragged his mind back to the topic. The lush and lovely Xonra, who made them both instantly hard, but who seemed to have a lively intelligence, making her a fun partner out of bed as well as in it. Sparkling hazel eyes filled with light and laughter. Shoulder-length brown hair that felt silky soft when he’d run his fingers through it. And womanly curves a man could hold on to and cuddle, including a round ass that he really wanted to fuck.
Glenn shifted, widening his legs to give his aching cock and balls more room, glad he was wearing sweats, not dress pants or tight jeans.
Morgan laughed, startling Glenn. “Ha! You want to fuck her again already.”
“Hell, yes. Don’t you?”
“Oh yeah, for sure. So what diabolical plan are you brewing in your convoluted little mind?”
“Hey, I’m a civil planner, it’s what I do!”
“Uh-huh. And?”
Glenn explained, “I think we need to give ourselves a whole weekend to see if she’s the one to form a relationship with. Likely we won’t know for sure until we start to live together to see if it’ll work. But the only way to move things to that stage is to be together continuously for a few days to see if there’s hope of a relationship. So, well, a weekend away together somewhere.”
“Yeah I’m with you. So, one of the big city hotels? Lots of choices for dining and dancing, gym, hot tub, bi-i-ig bed,” Morgan leered.
“Yeah, and tickets to a show.”
“Sounds like a plan. How do we get her to agree? Sweep her off her feet and fuck her brains out?”
“Get the tickets and ask her nicely first. If that doesn’t work, we’ll sweep her off her feet and fuck her senseless as Plan B.”
Morgan stared into Glenn’s eyes, his face now serious. “You know, I really liked her. Not just that she has a delicious body and gives great orgasms, but those few hours when we talked to her, she was as smart as a whip and not just wanting to jabber on about herself like so many women do. She was interested in everything, informed on everything. I could really be myself with her, and she was happy with that.”
“Yeah, I do know. I felt like that with her, too. That’s why I want to move on to the next stage and see if this could work out for us all.”
Glenn stepped across the distance between them and pulled Morgan into his arms for a hug. “But you’ll always be my number one man. Know that.”
Morgan ground his cock against Glenn’s through their sweatpants. “And you mine.”
Suddenly, Glenn’s passion burst out of his iron control. His already-hard erection almost pushed its way out of his pants, it wanted inside Morgan so bad. His arms tightened around the leaner man. Their faces pressed in for a harsh, nose-knocking, teeth-clashing kiss.
In seconds, they had ripped their T-shirts and sweats off and were lying on the floor, the bottle of oil snatched off the shelf and in Glenn’s hand. Morgan widened his legs, holding his knees up over his clenched forearms, his hole looking so enticing that Glenn had to clamp down hard on his emotions or the party would be over before it began. Not that he would be able to last long anyway, they were both so aroused.
Just sliding his slippery finger into that tight pucker was almost enough to make him lose it. Glenn forced himself to slow down, to breathe deeply, and to lube Morgan properly. But hell, it was hard to make himself take the time when his aching dick was beating like a drum, demanding, “Now, now, now.”
When a third finger slid smoothly into Morgan’s dark channel, Glenn allowed himself to relax a little, rolling a condom over his engorged cock and pouring some oil over the latex.
“Hurry up. I’m dying here,” groaned Morgan, stroking his hand up and down his own cock. Watching him caused Glenn’s heart to pound harder and he wouldn’t have thought that possible. Not that he could think much, anyway. All his blood had headed south minutes ago and wasn’t coming back any time soon.
Roughly, Glenn pulled Morgan onto his lap, holding his dick in his hand. “Incoming,” he murmured, pushing past those tight sphincter muscles and sliding deep into Morgan’s welcoming heat.
Morgan wrapped his long legs around Glenn’s hips, pressing down to take every inch of Glenn inside himself. “Feels so good.”
“Hell yeah.” Glenn thrust up hard, using his hips, thighs, and leg muscles.
The men set off with a violent, animal pace, thrusting together, bodies sheening with sweat instantly, muscles taut and straining. They wrapped an arm around each other and joined their other hands on Morgan’s cock, pulling together, tugging on it, twisting their grips in the same rhythm they pounded in and out of Morgan’s ass.
“Too much, too good. Gonna blow,” groaned Morgan.
“Me, too.”
Glenn pushed up hard with all his power, jack-hammering into Morgan once, twice more, then Morgan’s cock jetted between their bodies and Glenn’s did the same deep inside Morgan. He thrust up a few more times and kept his hand over Morgan’s, and Morgan spurted once more, then they leaned into each other, hearts racing, bodies shaking.
“I think we just ran the four-minute mile,” gasped Morgan.
“Four minutes? Hell, we must be slowing down in our old age,” joked Glenn, swiping sweat off his forehead.
They disentangled their bodies, then Glenn said, “Let’s have a shower, and then we need to decide what show we’ll get tickets for and what hotel we’ll stay in.”
* * * *
Work was really busy, but for the first time in years, Xonra’s mind kept wandering off task. Wandering to Morgan’s blond hair, pale blue eyes, fair skin, lean runner’s build, deceptive, wiry strength, and perceptive remarks. Wandering to Glenn’s broad shoulders, muscular build, tanned skin,
chocolate eyes, and his black hair with the little touches of gray in it. Not to mention his sharp mind and equally sharp childhood holiday memories that brought back her own happy thoughts of MaryAnne.
Oh, the bedroom time had been beyond her wildest expectations. Never before had she experienced three orgasms in a night, although she knew some women regularly did. She also knew others who never had an orgasm just with sex. So she’d considered herself pretty lucky, really, to generally orgasm. But three. Wow! “Mind-blowing” didn’t even come close. Besides, they weren’t just hot in bed, they were smart, witty, and good companions. She could never stay with a man who didn’t engage her mind as well as her body. And these two had. In spades.
But what happened next? She still had Morgan’s card, with his work and cell phone numbers on it. And his sister’s number as well. She smiled at the memory of her call to his sister Jayne and their feminine bonding by the end of the few moments. So she could call him, easily. Somehow, that seemed tacky. One-night stands were supposed to be just that. A one-night-only event. Even though she’d gotten the distinct feeling they wanted to see her again. But maybe that was her hormones talking, not her brain.
Xonra sighed, straightened her shoulders, and ordered her brain to concentrate on her job.
Her biggest problem right now was Jeremiah J. Curlin. The fact that he shouldn’t even be her problem didn’t make him any easier to deal with. Apparently, Mr. Curlin had a bottomless wallet and an insatiable desire for attractive young women to work at his historical village. It was a major tourist attraction, and a major client of HR Resources. In various display houses in the village, the women were required to bake over open fires, launder and iron costumes, or sit in the parlor weaving or sewing. There was a school peopled with children and teachers, a smithy with a brawny blacksmith, and various shops selling period-appropriate stock.
“Mr. Curlin,” she explained over the phone for what seemed like the ten thousandth time, “women aged eighteen to thirty, as per your requirements, don’t want to wash laundry, iron, and bake the old-fashioned way. In fact, many of that age group don’t iron or bake at all. We have half a dozen women in their forties willing to work for you, but you don’t even wish to interview them.”
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