In a whisper, she asked, “How? I...I don’t understand.”
“Because if I’m not leaving and Frank’s not leaving, then you’re not going to have to decide between us.” He sighed, obviously exasperated. “That’s the way we see it.”
“W–Wait a minute,” Colleen stammered, the full impact of his words taking a moment to impress themselves upon her dazed brain. “Don’t I have a vote in this?”
“Of course you do. We’re just nudging you in the direction we’d like you to go.” Marc walked back to his chair beside the bed and picked up his whiskey glass from the floor. “Remember the doctor’s orders, Frank. You’re supposed to stay in bed. And it seems to me that you could benefit from this lovely redhead doing some nursing.”
There was a ringing in Colleen’s ears. What had just happened? She didn’t have to choose between them. That was good. She was certain they’d said she didn’t have to decide between one over the other. But what had they actually decided? Could they really love her just as she loved the two of them?
“You know, you left me in one hell of a hurry,” Frank said, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. He had pulled the blankets up to his waist to cover himself, but after a moment, he pushed them down again. “I satisfied you, and you left me in a heartbeat when Marc rode up. You left me hard as steel and needing attention. You can’t just ignore me now.”
“That’s not the way things should be done,” Marc said as he splashed more whiskey into his glass. He looked at Frank, then back at Colleen. “And it seems to be following a pattern. The other night I had my head between those lovely white thighs of hers, doing my level best to make her as happy as possible. Hell, we weren’t thirty feet from the front door of this house. And do you know what she did the instant she came?”
Frank asked, “What?”
“She ran back in the house. I was ready as hell with my need of her, and she just ran away.” He issued a laugh as though shocked at his own reaction to her. “Damn, that woman puts fire in my blood!”
Colleen shook her head slowly. “It’s not like how you’re making it sound. It’s not like that at all. Frank fell. He hurt himself.”
“So you left Frank unsatisfied, eh?” Marc took a sip of whiskey. Colleen shivered when she watched his gaze linger on her breasts before lifting once more to her face. “Not a nice thing to do to my friend, now is it? Especially not after the bad luck he’s had lately. If the three of us are going to be, well, the three of us, then we’ve got to make a commitment to each other’s pleasure.”
Colleen watched, her heart hammering in her chest, as Frank wrapped the fingers of his left hand around his shaft and began stroking. He started to grow instantly. An ember of passion came to life deep within her. Her first fear had been that the men, upon discovering that she’d fallen in love with both of them, would be livid with her. Now it seemed as though the best of all possible outcomes was hers to accept.
“Come to me, Colleen,” Frank said, sitting a bit more upright against the bed’s headboard, stroking himself slowly. His gaze went down to his cock briefly before resettling on Colleen. “If it’s not asking too much, I’d love you to finish what you started.” His erection swelled to full stature. “Please, honey, take off that shirt. You know how much I love looking at you, how hard it makes me when you show me your breasts.”
With some difficulty, Colleen looked away from Frank’s erection. First she peered into his eyes, and then she turned her attention to Marc.
“You’re ours now, and we’re yours,” Marc explained, his tone openly laced with rising sexual tension. “That’s going to take some getting used to. I don’t doubt that it’ll be difficult for all of us. But there’s no time like the present to start making it work.” His smile was equal measures affection and escalating passion. “Nothing good comes easily.”
“But everything comes so easily to you,” Colleen whispered. “Especially women.”
“That was before,” Marc replied quickly.
“Before me?”
“Yes. Before you. We’ll call it my life B.C. ‘Before Colleen.’”
Frank said, “You’ve changed everything. We didn’t even know what we were missing until you came into our lives.”
Almost in a trance, Colleen’s hands lifted to her shirt and began to slowly unfasten the buttons.
Chapter Fifteen
Marc looked at Colleen, feeling his desire for her course through his veins.
With her fingers toying with a button midway between her breasts, an ashen-faced Colleen whispered, “This is so embarrassing.”
“I’ll take care of those buttons for you,” Marc said, stepping up to Colleen. “You’ll have many obligations tonight,” he continued, easing her hands to her sides. “But removing your clothes won’t be one of them.” He bent low so that his eyes were close to hers. “Satisfying your men should be number one of your list of priorities.” He kissed the tip of her nose in an almost casual gesture, but when he spoke, his tone was teasing. “Is that clear?”
Colleen nodded as Marc unbuttoned her shirt.
“I didn’t hear you.” He turned and looked at Frank. “Did she answer me?”
“I don’t think so,” Frank replied, his left hand continuing to travel slowly over his erection.
“Yes.” The pink tip of her tongue played out of her mouth for an instant before she added, “My top priority is to satisfy you.”
“I really like the sound of that.” Marc opened Colleen’s shirt slightly and kissed the side of her neck, then straightened again. “But don’t worry, Frank and I will make sure that you’re more than satisfied.” He unfastened another button, exposing the inner swells of Colleen’s breasts. His erection was growing rapidly, fueled by the desire Colleen inspired. “Your breasts…damn. Is it any wonder that you enchant me?”
Marc smiled and opened Colleen’s shirt to expose the breasts that held such prominence in his fantasies since the first time he’d seen them. His erection instantly throbbed, and despite a life of libertine excess, the breath caught in his throat.
“Amazing,” he muttered.
His gaze took in the splendor of Colleen’s extravagance. He eased the shirt off her shoulders, struggling desperately to maintain the aloofness that had been the hallmark of his seductive prowess. But there was something about Colleen O’Malley, something indefinably innocent and yet erotic, that aroused all of the nerves in his body.
Until he’d met her, he hadn’t been overly attracted to women of generous dimensions. Now, having experienced her myriad charms in all their splendor, Marc realized that all other women were without appeal.
This thought had no more passed though Marc’s brain than his erection reached full extension, bulging portentously against the front of his black gabardine trousers.
“Lift them for me.”
Colleen took in an uneven breath, then cupped her breasts from the underside. She raised them in offering.
“Higher.”
She raised them another inch. Bending at the waist, Marc brought his lips to her left nipple and opened his mouth wide. He sucked as much of her breast into the wet confines of his mouth as he could. He heard her gasp and felt her shiver as he drew a firm suction. Her nipple tightened, elongating against his slowly moving tongue.
While sucking on the crest of her breast, Marc’s hands were busy elsewhere, moving deftly to unbuckle her belt and unfasten the buttons of her fly. As the last button was released, he transferred his oral attention to her other breast. His hand slipped inside her trousers as he bared his teeth and nipped lightly.
The sensitive tips of his fingers slipped over soft hair, then touched a clit already erect. The heat and wetness of her cunt prompted a low, throaty groan to work its way out of Marc’s chest.
“Oh...oh, God!” Colleen groaned.
He let her nipple slip from his mouth as, fully clothed, he sank slowly to his knees in front of Colleen. He kissed down the front of her body while pushing her trouser
s over the sweeping curve of her hips.
“This time I need you completely naked,” he said as he removed the last of her clothing. He rose to his feet. “Nothing will come between us. Nothing.”
He looked at her as she stood on trembling legs, her nipples moist from his kisses, her emerald green eyes glassy with desire.
“Touch yourself. I want to see your finger go inside.”
As Marc slipped out of his jacket, giving it a casual toss onto the wooden chair, Colleen spread her bare feet wider and put her right hand to her pussy. Her middle finger slipped smoothly between the delicate pink lips of her cunt.
“You’re already wet. Damned if you aren’t a passionate one.” He watched as her eyelids drifted slowly closed as she eased the single finger in and out. “Let me taste your finger.”
Her eyes opened slowly. Marc could tell that her excitement was rising rapidly and that her next orgasm was not far in the offing. When she moved her right hand toward his mouth, he grabbed her by the forearm and for a moment examined the abrasion around her wrist. Then, looking into her eyes, he sucked her middle finger into his mouth.
“Delicious, as always,” he said after a moment. “Go to Frank now. Show me how you can make him happy. Don’t be afraid. This is new for all of us. Everything that happens is a first for all of us.”
Marc sat down in the chair and pulled off his boots as Colleen walked slowly over to the bed where Frank was reclining, his uninjured left hand traversing slowly along the length of a hard cock.
As he slipped his suspenders over his shoulders and began unbuttoning his immaculate white cotton shirt, Marc knew that this was the moment of truth. If he could watch Colleen pleasuring Frank and be aroused by the sight and not infuriated by it, then this entirely unplanned threesome had a chance to survive. Then love, shared by three instead of two, could be permanent.
She crawled onto the bed, moving between Frank’s legs. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying beneath her. Frank released his cock, placing his hand lightly atop her head as she bent forward.
Marc’s heart nearly stopped beating when he watched Colleen push her lips over the crown of Frank’s cock. Her eyes were closed. She moved her head slowly from side to side as she nibbled down the shaft, not stopping until her mouth was filled with a fiercely erect cock.
“That feels so good,” Frank groaned softly.
Marc let out a sigh of relief when he unbuttoned his underwear and his own erection was at last free of its confinement.
That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life, he thought as he watched Colleen, not ten feet away and in perfect profile to him, nodding up and down over Frank’s lusty erection.
She doesn’t have any real notion of just how exciting she is. She’s a priceless treasure, and she doesn’t even know it.
* * * *
Colleen felt the plump, spongy crown of Frank’s cock pressing tightly against the opening of her throat. For a moment, she considered trying to take him deeper, but this notion was quickly discarded. He was much too thick to swallow. She had tried before, and for her efforts, she had sputtered and choked.
Her mind was in a whirl as she pulled up, dragging her lips over the shaft and the rim of Frank’s crown. She flicked her tongue against the slit in the tip and tasted a tangy, salty drop of pre-cum.
Frank sighed softly and said, “That feels so good.”
She couldn’t say with any confidence if she was doing the right thing by making love to Frank and Marc. All she was certain of was that she could not now stop what had already started. Marc’s words had caressed and excited her just as much as he did with his caresses and kisses when he inspired her orgasms in the hayloft.
Neither man was willing to give her up. They’d made that quite clear only moments earlier. But she knew they were not known for having lovers on a permanent basis, nor were they men with a propensity for sharing.
I’ll go to hell for this. I don’t care. I’ve got Frank and Marc all to myself, and that’s just what I want. That makes me the most selfish woman in all of Montana.
She lifted her head and looked into Frank’s eyes. As she straddled his thighs with her own, he leaned back against the headboard. “You mustn’t climax inside me.”
He shook his head. “I won’t.”
From behind her, Marc said, “I’ll get some contraceptive sponges.”
Colleen had to rise higher up onto her knees and crawl forward a little to position Frank’s cock directly beneath her. She lowered herself, feeling the lips of her pussy, slick with her own passionate juices, separating, expanding to accommodate his fiercely aroused cock.
“Oh, yes!” she sighed as Frank’s crown entered her. “It feels divine to have you inside me.” She lowered her hips, taking in half his cock’s length before lifting up again. The second time she impaled herself on Frank, she took every inch of him. “Let me know what you want,” she whispered, her breasts pressing against his naked chest. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Anything.”
Marc moved closer, standing at the edge of the bed. He pushed his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull, then tilted her head back. He sealed his mouth over Colleen’s. It was a hard, commanding kiss, one meant to arouse intensely. Colleen surrendered herself to his will.
Nothing had ever confused or aroused Colleen so thoroughly as having one handsome man in her pussy while she took another gorgeous man’s tongue into her mouth. She started bouncing on Frank’s lap, lifting her hips to take all but the tip of his cock out of her loving embrace. After pausing a moment, she dropped down onto him to feel his hard cock thrust deeply. And as she impaled herself upon Frank, she danced her tongue with Marc’s, whimpering softly as her lust soared higher and higher.
Marc climbed onto the bed, half-sitting on the headboard, his left hip near Frank’s right shoulder. Colleen wrapped her hand around his cock and leaned toward him while continuing to bounce on Frank. Taking Marc’s throbbing erection into her mouth, she dropped onto Frank and moved her hips from side to side. His hard cock pressed against her erect clit.
She had one man in her mouth and another filling her pussy when she thought, eternal damnation is a small price to pay to experience this kind of passion.
Bouncing on Frank, rubbing her naked breasts against him, Colleen made a high-pitched whining sound, her mouth filled with Marc’s cock, when she tumbled into ecstasy’s abyss. Powerful contractions gripped her body as buffeting waves of pure sensation washed over her. She felt as though she were about to explode or have her flesh suddenly burst into flame.
And when the last of the spasms had subsided, she slumped onto Frank, her legs too weak to lift her weight, her right arm wrapped around his neck while in her left hand she held Marc’s erection. She breathed deeply through her nostrils, keeping Marc in her mouth though she was no longer applying suction to his pulsing cock.
“Damn, she’s a hot one,” Marc said quietly, using a fingertip to move a lock of hair away from Colleen’s eyes. He tucked the strands behind her ear. “Could you feel her come, Frank?”
“Damn right I could. She’s a tight one. She’s more luck than we deserve.”
With the end of her climax, to some small extent, was a return of her sanity. Colleen blinked her eyes several times, and when her vision cleared, found herself looking at Marc’s lower abdomen. Had Frank just said she was “tight”? That was precisely the opposite of what she had thought, or at least what she had been told. Could it be that perhaps, just perhaps, Allen was the one with a deficit of endowment, not her having an overabundance? Marc and Frank certainly weren’t lacking in stature.
With a somewhat embarrassed sigh, Colleen leaned back, taking Marc’s cock out of her mouth. She put a hand to Frank’s naked chest, the edge of her thumbnail scraping lightly over one of his small, brown nipples.
“You two,” she whispered, her gaze landing leisurely from one to the other, “ought to be outlawed.” A post-orgasmic shiver slithered up her spine. “I’m
not a wanton woman. Truly I’m not. At least, I wasn’t until...”
Frank prodded, “Until?”
“Until you two kissed me.” Her right hand slipped from Frank’s chest down to her pussy. The pad of her middle finger instantly found her clit. She caressed lightly and uttered a whispering sigh. “I had no idea kisses could be so stimulating. No idea whatsoever.” With her left hand, she combed fingers through her hair, smoothing her tresses into some semblance of order. Her right hand, as though having a life of its own, continued to lightly caress her clit. Frank was still deep inside her, filling her completely.
“I’m in bed with two of the most charming men I’ve ever known in my life, and instead of being ashamed of myself for my wantonness, I’m ashamed of myself for my...greediness. I’m a poor dairy woman, and you’re rich men. I’m inexperienced in the ways of the flesh, and you two are masters at the game.” She laughed softly. “I feel like I’m drunk. You two make me feel that way.” She leaned forward and kissed Frank lightly on the tip of his chin. “But I’ve been selfish long enough, and you’ve been patient long enough. Don’t worry about making love to me. I’ve had enough climaxes today.” She flicked her tongue against Frank’s nipple, then bared her teeth and bit him hard enough to make him gasp. “Fuck me. Fuck me now. I won’t break. I promise.”
Seconds later, she got her wish. She was on her back on the bed with Frank atop her, his hips between her upraised thighs, his cock deep inside her. She was using Marc’s stomach as a pillow, and he was laying at a right angle to her. Her head was turned to the side, her mouth filled with his pulsing erection. As she sucked Marc, Frank was busy kissing her cheek and ear and the side of her neck as he pumped between her thighs, plundering her. Each stroke of his cock in and out of her body caused the upper surface of his erection to rub against her clit, and to Colleen’s enormous surprise and delight, she could feel yet another climax approaching.
The only question was whether or not she’d have her next climax before she became too sore to continue this vigorous loving. It wasn’t easy taking the men on individually and definitely not simultaneously. Especially not after she’d declared, with the most unladylike sentence ever to pass between her lips, that she wanted to be fucked.
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