All the while he talked, Kevin drew on her nipples and rocked his cock into her. And Ro was stimulating her ass with his fingers, circling, then dipping in, then stretching her.
“Tell me you want it, baby.”
“Yes, yes,” she said, not believing they could both fit inside her but begging for it anyway. Ro was right. She had loved what Kevin had done to her in the shower.
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, Ro.”
“Where, baby? Tell me where you want it. Say it.”
“In the ass, Ro!” She couldn’t take it. Kevin’s cock in her, his mouth on her tits, were already driving her over. “Hurry! Ass-fuck me!”
He did what she asked then, pressing at her, every bit as big as Kevin was. Kev had his hands on her ass, pulling at her so she was already a little open. Ro hovered, distending her opening. In just a minute, he had his big cockhead right in her sphincter. It was so incredibly tight, with Kevin already stretching her pussy to the max.
“Oh,” she cried. Suddenly she wasn’t sure this was such a good idea.
“Fondle her clit, Ro,” Kevin advised. “You’ve got to keep her hot.”
“You do it,” Rowen replied. “I’ll take care of her ass.”
“Got it.” Kevin let go of her ass and turned his attention to her front. He slipped one hand down between them and started knuckling her clit. With the other, he pulled on her nipple.
Unexpectedly, Annabelle felt a slap on her ass. First one, then another, harder. With the third, she felt Rowen push all the way into her.
She whimpered at the same time Kevin groaned. “Fuck, she’s tight. I can feel you stretching her. Go ahead, man. Do her.”
Ro didn’t need any encouragement. He grasped her hips and started pounding into her. She was stretched tight around Kevin, her clit battering against his knuckles every time Ro rammed into her. Ro was growling behind her, hard breaths that matched his equally hard thrusts. Hoarse, blunt words came in the same rhythm. “I fucking love your ass, baby. Come for me. Come while I’m fucking your ass.”
Kevin watched with a grin while she lost it. He moved his knuckles faster, vibrating her into a screaming climax. He flicked her nipple then grasped it and shook her whole breast with it. His cock filled her, and Ro did, too, thrashing his last fucks into her as he started coming hard. He slapped her ass again at the peak of her orgasm, and she collapsed onto Kevin as Rowen finished, soothing his softening dick out of her.
She still had one big hard cock in her, though. Kevin had held back while Ro had his fun. She was practically comatose over him when he started flexing into her again.
“No,” she said. “No more.”
He rubbed her ass, gently stimulating that place Rowen had got stinging. “Yes, puss,” he said. “You know we’re not done here.”
Still filling her, he stood up, keeping her impaled on his hard pike. He stayed inside her even has he laid her on the table. “Come on, Ro,” he instructed. “Go around the table and hold her legs for me.”
Rowen got up, tucking his soft but still long and thick dick into his jeans. He went and stood behind her, grabbed behind her knees, and pulled her legs up and open. “There, Kev,” he said. “I’ve got her ready for you. Go ahead and pump her. I love watching your cock sink into her. Make her come again.”
“I’ll make her come, but I don’t want to fuck her yet. I want to suck pussy first.” He pulled out of her and hooked a chair around with his foot. He sat, her cunt before his face like it was a feast just for him.
And it was. He seemed like the taste of pussy just as much as Rowen did. He tongued her then sucked her, both her clit and her pussy.
Annabelle would have thought it impossible, but he had her climbing toward another orgasm within minutes. She was writhing, nearly coming again as he drove her. In her head, she was chanting the word no. But she heard it herself, as the word came out. “Yes, yes.”
Then Kevin pushed four fingers into her and put his thumb up her ass.
“Ow,” she said. “No, ow, ow.” But maybe that came out as yes, too. In just another minute, it wasn’t bad. It was good, very, very good. Kevin stood, laughing, and took his hand out of her to feed his cock in.
Rowen pulled her legs back further, letting Kevin have all of her. “That’s it, buddy. Fuck her hard. She’s ready for it.”
Kevin sank all the way into her, holding there while he rubbed her breasts and took hold of her nipples. Then he thrust hard, shoving into her so her nipples tugged against his hold. He quickened his pace until it was a frenzy, him filling her, stretching her with his breadth so that each time her clit was stimulated, and pulling her nipples.
Every part of her throbbed, an exquisite pain-pleasure that had her crying and bucking as he drove her to orgasm. She lifted from the table, digging into Rowen’s arms, as she started screaming. It felt like it went on forever, so that when she collapsed after, she was barely aware of Kevin’s own shouts of triumph as she came and then he followed, tearing into her, spasming hot blasts of semen deep inside her.
* * * *
Rowen carried her to bed, though he wasn’t at all sure she was sentient enough to know it. He laid her down, running soft kisses over her lips, her cheek.
“You did great, baby. You took both of us, took care of both of us. You’re one fucking hot piece of cunt.” He gently rubbed her tits, where her nipples were chafed and reddened, and then licked his tongue over where he’d spanked her ass red.
“You rest up. Kevin has rehearsal this afternoon, and I have rehearsal and then a show. Come to the theater at five and we’ll take you to dinner before my show time.”
He turned her head toward him, saw her eyes roll open a bit. She might have nodded her understanding.
“Kevin will be home with you this evening. Don’t let him fuck everything out of you. I’m going to want more of your hot pussy when I get home.”
Chapter Four
Kevin was already backstage with Rowen when Annabelle got to the theater. Rehearsal had just ended and a lot of the actors and crew were still milling about. Ro welcomed her as he always did, with a hot kiss and a less-than-subtle grope. Initially, it had made Annabelle self-conscious in Rowen’s professional workplace, but soon she saw the advantage of it, and his intent. He was taken, he was saying, entirely happy about it, and entirely satisfied. After a while, most of the fucking-their-way-to-the-top actresses—or actors—stopped hitting on him.
She didn’t know what they’d make of it now, when Kevin took her in his arms after Rowen and gave her exactly the same kind of greeting. When he finished, both men were grinning at her, and they walked out of the theater arm in arm, Annabelle in between the two hottest men there.
It had taken her a while to trust that a man of Ro’s general hotness, a man of his extreme sexual appetites, could be happy and content with her. He was a man surrounded daily by beautiful, easy women. But he’d been so steadfast, so obviously committed to her, so always wanting her, that she’d come to accept it, to trust him. She was entirely certain that he’d not been with another woman, not wanted another woman, since they’d met.
Now, he seemed to want to share her with a second major stud, and stud number two seemed up for it as well. Go figure. She could spend her time worrying that it wouldn’t work out, or she could just fucking enjoy herself. Or enjoy herself fucking, whichever was the situation.
When she’d woken from a long nap today—her two studs had, in fact, taken a lot out of her that morning—she’d come awake with a memory. It was one of those things that happened when you were young and then, when you were older, a new interpretation of it clicked into place.
She remembered that when she was around seven, her father had brought home a friend from work. She recalled that first dinner they’d had together. The adults had shared a couple bottles of wine. There was a lot of laughter, and she remembered thinking that her mother kind of sparkled. And her father watched her with more than the usual amount of intent.
> It was subtle. Her parents always enjoyed each other. They often laughed during dinner, and her father always doted on her mother. But this felt different. The adults seemed excited and very happy, and for the first time, Annabelle felt a little left out of the fun.
The man, whose name was Bill, left very late that night. Annabelle, from her room at the front of the house, heard him start up his car. He came again several times in the next couple weeks. And, finally, he didn’t leave at all.
Her mother said he’d lost his apartment and needed a place to stay. Since he worked with her father, it made sense for him to move in with them. The men would be able to drive to work together. They put Bill in a bedroom near their own, rather than the nicer spare bedroom that was next to Annabelle’s.
Bill had stayed for several years, until she was eleven or twelve. He left when his job was transferred to the West Coast. Though she knew she wasn’t supposed to see, she remembered the hug her parents had given him when he left. Her mother was in the middle, hugging Bill and crying. Her father was behind, also hugging Bill but more supporting his wife. Bill and her mother were kissing. Deeply.
The household sparkled less when he was gone. Her mother was a little quieter, a little sadder.
When she was fifteen, Annabelle came home from her usual two weeks at summer camp. Her ride had come a little early and when she was dropped at home, her parents were in the front yard. They were giving Bill that same kind of hug. He got into a cab just as she arrived.
Thinking about it now, she realized that her first experience at camp occurred that very summer after Bill left. She suspected now that Bill spent two weeks with her parents every summer. And, after she went off to art school, her parents started taking winter vacations in California.
It all clicked. Two men had shared her mother.
She’d lain in bed, sore and tender in all the spots her two lovers had put to such good use, and wondered if her mother had ever woken from a nap, feeling exactly the same way.
The thought, that newly reconstructed memory, had made her feel better. Maybe it wasn’t so bizarre, that she could love and want two men, and that they might love and want her. Maybe it was more like, oh, a family trait, like her blue eyes. Maybe she should count her blessings. She’d found her men when she was twenty-seven. Her mother must have been about forty when Bill found his way home to her.
So if she got to walk down Broadway with two hot men taking turns fondling and kissing her, well, hot damn, was all she had to say about it.
Kevin kept sliding her sly looks, and she wondered what he was up to. He’d called—obviously, Rowen had shared her phone number as well as her body—at about three-thirty. To make sure she’d woken, he’d said. And then he went ahead and gave her instructions about what to wear, with just as much authority as Ro ever used. Full bra, this time, he said. Short skirt. And no undies, like she should have to be told, he said.
Before they entered the restaurant, he stopped them and pushed her up against the brick wall outside the door. He motioned Ro over, and the two of them used their big bodies to block her from view of the street.
“I did a little shopping,” Kevin said. He took a couple things from his jacket pocket and handed one to Rowen. “Inside her bra, right over the nipple.” Then, one at a time, they reached in and slid these little round patches in place. There was a little thickness to them. They reminded Annabelle of those stupid little petals women were supposed to buy, so their nipples wouldn’t show. Like Ro wouldn’t get any woman over that in a big hurry.
Hiding her nipples wasn’t what Ro was usually about. But he and Kevin exchanged a satisfied look and pulled her into the restaurant.
A little later, they were all squeezed together in a dark booth, ordering Chinese. She was just giving her order when the “petals” started vibrating. She jumped and gave a little squeal. Kevin watched her, all innocence, as she stumbled through her order. As soon as the waitress had turned her back, she swatted him.
“Turn those off,” she said.
“No,” he responded. “And don’t complain about it again.” Then he went on and asked Rowen about his show that night.
Annabelle leaned back against the padded seat. Under the tablecloth, both men had a casual hand on her thigh. Gradually, though, they were pressing against her, opening her legs. She started sweating. The vibration against her nipples was constant, and her pussy was starting to throb.
“Kevin, please!”
He looked across her to Ro. “She complained.”
Rowen nodded. “She did. Did you bring something along for punishment?”
“I did,” he said. “Butt plug.”
Annabelle moaned as he looked back at her. “I told you not to complain.”
Like what happened next was going to be her own fault.
“Now, rest your forearms on the table, puss, and lean forward. Way forward,” he instructed. “Lift up a little. Ro, hike her skirt up out of the way.”
Then Kevin put his hand under her and worked the thing into her ass. Somehow, he’d managed to lube it up, and it went in pretty easily. Apparently, it wasn’t as big as certain guys’ hard cocks. “Good job, puss,” he said when he was done. “You can sit back.”
She sat down and moaned again, having to adjust to the thing up her ass. She squeezed a little and that seemed to settle it more comfortably. But she whimpered when Kevin offered a little remote control device to Rowen. “Want the honors?”
“You bet.”
Oh, God. She was pretty sure that wasn’t the control for the petals. Kevin was still playing with that, cranking them up until she started to pant, then backing them down.
Rowen waited until the waitress was back. Just as Annabelle was thanking her for her dinner, the plug started vibrating in her ass.
She held back the squeal this time, though she was sure her smile for the waitress cracked. When they were alone, the men went at their dinners, eating and talking theater as though she wasn’t even there. But they had her legs spread open now, and their hands were creeping up her thighs.
“Full monty now?”
“Yeah,” Ro said, and the vibrations in all three places went to maximum. “I’ll take her clit. I’ve got my hand in just the right position.”
And he did. He was on her left, and he put his middle finger right over her clit, flicking at it without moving his arm at all. He looked off around the restaurant, but Kevin watched her intently.
Annabelle gripped the table with both hands, breathing harshly in and out through her nose.
“She’s about to come,” Kevin said. “Think she can keep from screaming?”
Rowen turned to watch her, too, strumming even faster against her clit. “We’re about to find out, aren’t we?”
Annabelle’s body was starting to spasm. Her breath rasped out in harsh hums. She did want to scream.
She turned her face to Kevin. “Please,” she begged.
“Okay, puss.” He took her head and turned it into his chest. She buried her moans in his jacket then, and he held her hard against him, restraining the involuntary spasms of her body. When she started to descend, they both shut off the vibration.
“That was cool,” Ro said. “Save those things when you get her home, Kev. We’re going to want to use them again.”
“We’ll take her dinner to go,” Kevin said.
Annabelle looked up to see the waitress watching her with open curiosity, or, more likely, envy.
Rowen nodded. “Yeah. She’s a little too, uh, excited to eat now.”
The waitress looked at the two men. “I don’t blame her.”
* * * *
Kevin walked Annabelle home. It was still early, and so he strolled with her through the Park, hitting a couple of the gardens at its periphery.
He knew she was nuts for all things botanical, and he enjoyed the pleasure she took in it. He liked flowers okay, but she opened his eyes to much more. She pointed out the shades of green in the foliage, tinted with bl
ue or yellow, lit with silver or gold. She saw light the way Inuits were supposed to see snow, with an appreciation for fine differences that were invisible to him.
As much as he enjoyed her pleasure, he loved more just the fact of having her on his arm. She took in the gardens, was an avid people-watcher, and savored the cool evening air. But still, at every moment, he knew that he was the center of her attention.
It was a lovely spot to be in, the focus of that warm, lively energy. She looked up at him, she touched him, and it felt remarkably good.
Rowen was right. She wasn’t just a fuck toy. He’d use her as that if forced because, well, after all, she was a hell of a fuck. But he wanted more.
She’d had a big day, and so she tired before long. She leaned against him, and he was giving her quite a lot of support by the time they got to the condo. He’d left the butt plug up her ass. Given the way she sometimes let out a little shudder, he knew that was causing her quite a bit of stimulation as she moved. He hadn’t hit her with either of the remotes since they left the restaurant. She was pretty quiet, and he figured she needed the rest. Whether she knew it or not, she wasn’t done getting fucked for the night.
He used the elevator to get her upstairs and started kissing her as soon as the door closed on them. He kept it up when he got her inside the condo.
In general, he wasn’t much for kissing. He liked sex hard and fast and usually chose women who were happy enough to have it that way. If they complained, well, he didn’t stick around to hear it.
But things were different with his puss. In fact, he was afraid he was falling for her. Beyond sharing her pussy, Ro hadn’t really told him what his intentions were. But he’d checked it out—each of the three bedrooms in the condo had a king in it. And he could guess who that third bedroom was meant for.
Ro was working up to a long-term ménage.
Kevin wasn’t sure that was something he wanted. Oh, he didn’t have any trouble remembering the fucking blast it had been back when the three friends had shared women in college. He loved Ro and Braeden, though he didn’t mean that in a gay way. It was a fucking treat to watch them get it on with a woman while he did her, too. Nothing was better than a hot, hard climax shared with his pals.
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