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He held me without any effort. He walked to the long, cushion-covered
bench. When he let go of my ass, I let out a surprised peep when big, warm
hands grasped my ankles. Unable to quite make sense out of the extra set of
hands, I pulled my mouth from Joe and craned my head around to see.

Mr. Intensity and his sidekick gazed up at me. Their sultry
looks burned with a desire that had no trouble flaring mine hotter. I glanced
back at Joe.

“I’m—” But I really didn’t know what to say and was relieved
when he interrupted me.

“You’re what? Horny? Excited? And wanting more than me?” He
smiled and nodded. “It’s okay, because one day I might want more than you.”

Relief flooded me and I gave him a tight hug. “Really? Well,
all you have to do is say the word.” Did I really just agree to a threesome
with another woman or women?

“Don’t worry, I will.” He let me go and gave me a gentle
shove back into Mr. I’s arms.

“Gotcha,” Mr. Intensity said and lowered me to the bench. I
watched Joe as he shucked his clothes, tossing them in a pile against the wall.
Clad only in his briefs, his massive erection was very evident.

I heard the blond suck in his breath and glanced at him. His
gaze was pinned on Joe’s crotch and he licked his lips. I giggled and wondered
what Joe was thinking right now.

“Are you both, um,” I hesitated, not quite sure how to ask,
“gay?”

“First, my name is Chad and this is Phil.” Chad cast Phil a
glance and smiled. “You’re drooling, buddy, wipe your chin.”

Phil blinked and seemed to snap out of his stupor. “Ya, ya,
who wouldn’t want to get their lips around that impressive cock?”

I looked at Joe. What did he think of that? He’d never
indicated to me he’d be open to that, yet here he was, handing me off to two
guys and chucking his clothes. He looked at me and then Phil.

“Sorry, dude, not happening. This is for Tara,” he cupped
his balls, “and I’m pretty sure we can all have a good time being careful with
the body parts.”

I glanced at Chad and Phil to see what they were thinking.
They didn’t seem put off and I was relieved.

“No worries.” Phil placed his hand on Chad’s thigh. “We’re
fine with that and would be happy to give Tara a night to remember.”

I smiled and let Chad pull me back against his chest, liking
how Phil had finally found his voice.

“You’re shivering,” Chad commented.

“I’m not cold.”

He chuckled and my eyelids fluttered. His voice was
hypnotic. I let my eyes close. Better to not think too much. Just enjoy and
languish in their waiting arms. I smiled and heard Joe’s voice. It was close,
as if he were above me, but I still kept my eyes closed, squeezing them so I
wouldn’t be tempted to peek.

I just wanted to feel.

“What’s that smile for, darling?”

“Mmm, no reason. Just anticipating, I suppose.”

Fingers curled around my ankles, warm and tight. I drew in a
soft breath as they began to massage me and move up my calves.

“Relax, baby.” That was Chad.

I nodded and let my breath out. Every muscle seemed to buzz
to life. A quaking deep inside grew with a ferocity that soon had me trembling
with need. My teeth even chattered and I bit down, trying to calm myself. The
muscles in my jaw and cheeks hurt I clamped down so hard.

The hand resting on my head slid through my hair and it was
exquisite. My scalp tingled and sent shimmering ripples of delight sparkling
down my body, as if a spritz of fizzy water had been poured over me.

“Check out those nipples.” Chad’s voice swirled around me
like sticky, warm honey.

I didn’t have to see, just feel. The tension in my breasts
grew and my nipples hardened as a rush of pleasure fanned out over my flesh.
Warm fingers rested underneath my breast, a thumb, or at least I guess it was a
thumb, swept under the skimpy fabric and found my nipple, tormenting it
mercilessly. I no longer cared if I made a noise or squirmed. It was all I
could do to not bounce off my back and tackle one of them beneath me.

“Hold her, Phil.” It was Joe doing the instructing and I was
glad he’d taken charge. It kept us connected somehow, even with Chad and Phil
joining in. This time I opened my eyes, wanting to see where all the players
were.

Looking down, Joe was between my ankles, holding them. Chad
sat to my left and it was his thumb rubbing my nipple, his other hand holding
his ramrod-hard cock and stroking it. I reached for it and just as I was about
to curl my fingers around his thickness, Phil took my wrists and pulled them
over my head. I glanced up at him, his face upside down.

His fingers lightly rubbed the tender flesh on my inner
wrist. The featherlight touch was more powerful than if he pressed firmly. It
set my blood on fire and a molten path of heat poured through my veins.

“Her heart’s hammering. I can feel it,” Phil told the other
guys and then smiled at me. I returned it, unsure of how nice a smile it really
was, because it felt like a grimace as I tried to keep some self-control.

He rose on his knees and I saw he’d shed his towel. Two
naked, impressively large and hard cocks hovered near my face. I realized my
mouth was open, as if waiting to be fucked by them and snapped it shut before
glancing down at Joe. My stiff lips wouldn’t let me form words and I moistened
them again.

“Take your briefs off,” I stammered.

“Is that a command or a request?”

“Does it matter? Just take them off.”

“Sounds like a command to me.” He smiled and winked. “I
accept that.”

He stood and pulled his briefs down, kicking them into the
pile with the rest of his clothes. I heard Phil groan and mine echoed his. Joe
was a sight to behold. Thicker and larger than the other two, his cock stood
proud from the nest of dark hair.

I felt hot warmth seep from me and opened my legs a bit more,
not caring if my pussy was bare for all the world to see. I was the only one
still clothed and it was time to remedy that. I slid my fingers up my thighs,
wishing they were one of the men’s touching me, and pulled at the hem of my
skirt. Glancing between the three faces, I smiled at their rapt attention on
what I was doing.

Slowly I inched the fabric higher until it seemed they were
near panting at my purposely slow reveal. Their concentration on my every move
was a huge turn on. But I wanted them to touch me, and let my hands drop beside
my hips.

“It’s up to you now, boys.” My voice was low and sultry. I
was so horny I didn’t have to even try to sound sexy. It just happened.

It was as if they all leapt at once and suddenly I was
assaulted with three pairs of hands all over me. Each one distinctly different
than the next, both in touch, pressure, skin. I closed my eyes to fully grasp
the sensation of the multiple strokings. Reaching my hands out, I found the
powerful thighs of both Chad and Phil as they kneeled next to my shoulders. A
shiver trembled through me, knowing their very ready cocks were not far from my
face.

Joe, still between my knees, rested his hands at the top of
my thigh, achingly close to my pussy. Just a little bit more and he’d be touching
me where I wanted it most. His fingertips played with the edge of my skirt and
I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that snagged in my lungs.

“Phil, hold her head and let me unwrap her.”

Unwrap me? What a different way to say get her clothes off!
It sounded so exciting, like a surprise treat or a present. Something to
anticipate. I loved it.

Phil’s powerful fingers held the back of my head and
sensuously slid down my neck, his thumbs probing deep into my shoulders. I
couldn’t help the sigh edged with a lusty groan. It was as if his touch reached
right down into my belly and stroked my most intimate place. I moaned again as
he massaged me and cradled my head at the same time.

It was becoming almost too unbearable and I began to writhe
under the too-numerous-to-sort-out touches flitting all over my body. Joe slid
his fingers under the tiny excuse for a skirt and ran the tips through my
throbbing folds, stopping just before he reached my clit. Teasing, tempting and
making me ache for more. Mirroring his moves, Chad pushed the flimsy material
away from my breasts. The night air swept over the tips. My nipples hardened
into tight points. All three men drew in a breath.

“Her tits are perfect,” Phil commented and his pressure
increased on my shoulders.

“They sure are. I can almost taste them.” Chad’s voice
seemed closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting my imagination take hold. In my
mind’s eye I could see the men bent over me, their big hands on my body, their
cocks full and pulsing and anxious to find their way inside me. My fingers
twitched. If I hadn’t been a muddled-up mess of muscles, I would have reached
for a thick, throbbing cock, curled my hands around the stiff length and
stroked it, milked it to attention and—

“Ahh…” Soft but insistent lips pressed to my nipple and my
eyes flew open. Chad leaned over me and I watched him pull on the tip with his
lips, licking and sucking. I’d watched Joe suck me, but there was something
about the way Chad worked it. The sensation of the flick of his tongue, nip of
his teeth and his gaze glued to mine, made heat and sheer lust swell to
bursting inside me.

I couldn’t control the bump of my hips on the cushion,
hoping…no needing Joe to fill me. Fuck me and drive deep, hard. Instead he
chuckled, a deep, dangerous sound that zipped through my veins like an
electrical charge.

He pressed fingers to my clit and I nearly died when his
thumbs played at my entrance. I looked up to Phil, his head looming over me.
The intensity of his expression told me how turned-on he was too. He leaned
over and his hands tracked down my sides until one caught my breast that Chad
hadn’t shown any attention to yet, and his other hand reached for Chad’s cock.

I was struck dumb when he curled his fingers around the
thick length. I’d never seen a man touch another man before. It was thrilling.
Chad gripped me harder as he slid his hand to the tip of Phil’s cock. Shards of
pain sparked along my nerves and then receded into a sweet, dull, erotic ache.
I didn’t look away from Phil stroking Chad’s cock. It was mesmerizing watching
the big masculine hand fondle and twist another man’s cock. His balls pulled up
tight and I imagined running my tongue along the rippled flesh. I nearly cried
with need.

Joe’s thumbs pressed on me, in me and I responded to their
demand, letting my legs fall open wider. But I couldn’t look away from the
sight before me. A glimmer of pre-cum bubbled at the tip and my tongue snaked
out, longing to lick it off the bulging head of Chad’s cock. It was all I could
do to remain still, but then they had me restrained pretty tight so I didn’t
struggle. The three sets of strong hands kept me pinned in place.

For once I wasn’t trying to control things. The urge to give
instructions vanished on the rousing waves of desire. These guys were doing
just fine and I relaxed and let them have their way. Not being in control was
wonderful. The three of them could figure it out. Happily I let myself melt
into the cushion underneath me and cleared my mind, only focusing on the feel
of the multitude of hands on me, in me and the lips that sucked and licked and
pulled.

“Oh. My. God.” I didn’t care that I shouted out loud. I
couldn’t help myself.

Joe cradled himself between my thighs, bringing my attention
to his touch when I felt his skilled tongue press into my pussy. He stabbed me
with deep, slow movements that mirrored the swirl of his fingers on my clit.
Chad continued showing my girls some love and boy-oh-boy the combination of the
two was beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

Was Phil still stroking Chad’s cock? He’d let go of my
breast so I wondered where he’d gotten to. I had to see, missing his hand. My
eyeballs nearly fell out of my head.

Phil was behind Chad. He spit into his other hand and rubbed
it over his condom-sheathed length. My eyes widened, knowing he was going to
fuck Chad. A thrill raced through me as I watched. Waited. Phil met my gaze,
his bedroom eyes full of passion, and he smiled. I nearly swallowed my tongue.
Holy hell!

I pulled my gaze from his and stared at his cock and hands.
Watching how he slid his palm over Chad’s ass then gave it a ringing slap
before parting the tight cheeks. How lucky was I that I was able to see most of
the show from this angle.

Phil stroked himself and by the movements of his hand, and
the way Chad sucked in a sharp breath, I knew Phil was rimming his hole.
Priming him for fucking. Chad fumbled in his slurping on my breast when Phil
placed his cock where his fingers had just been. He flexed his hips and thrust.
I heard a hushed sound of surprise from farther away. Had we gained an
audience?

At this point I didn’t care and watched as Phil curled over
Chad’s powerful back. His head rested on Chad’s shoulder while he slowly humped
him from behind. His arms snaked around Chad’s side and he fisted his cock in
his fingers.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision.
He was fucking him.
I turned to Joe and he grabbed my chin, pulled me in for a hot, violent kiss. Holy
shit, this was amazing.

I’d lost a sense of place and time, so turned-on and
basically dripping men. My pussy quivered and throbbed, wanting desperately to
be filled by Joe. The heaviness in my breasts and tingling fanning out from my
nipples cried for more.

I sighed when Chad lifted his head and growled, leaving my
boobs in a high state of anxiety. I guess he couldn’t concentrate with Phil
humping him from behind, unable to do two things at once.

So it was all up to Joe now as the two hotties began to
focus on themselves and forget about me. I sighed. So much for a ménage. And
just when I thought it might happen. Yes, I told myself, it is all about me.
Goddammit.

I looked down at Joe, his head between my thighs, and was
thankful he hadn’t run off too. This time the sigh that slipped from my lips
was one of pleasure. The urge to come grew slowly, tightening across my belly.
I sucked in a breath and held it as the sensation built. Finding my nipples, I
rubbed the pads of my fingers over the sensitive tips and groaned.

“She’s close.” Chad’s voice surprised me. I thought he was
long gone in a world of his own. “I love it when a woman plays with herself.”

Phil must have pulled out of Chad because he began to give
instructions, with Phil no longer behind him.

“Joe, it’s time.” The tone in Chad’s voice was thick with
arousal.

“Come on, sweets.” Joe slid his hand up my side and pulled
me to a sitting position.

I didn’t care that my head lolled and it was all I could do
to manage a smile when Chad and Phil reached for me, turning my body until I
faced Joe, who had risen to his knees.

Each of them seemed to have octopus hands as they touched me
everywhere. I glanced around and saw that many groups were in the wild throes
of sex. While others sat fully clothed and watched us.

A thrill ran through me. We were being watched. A group had
clustered with their full attention on us.

“Don’t worry about them,” Chad told me. “It’s why we are all
here. Exhibitionists and voyeurs.”

I turned to look at Joe, who had crept forward until my
nipples brushed his chest and his cock slid between my thighs, excruciatingly
knocking my clit. That did it and I pushed him back.

“Lie down,” I told him.

He fell back with a smile. Just as I was about to straddle
him, Chad and Phil lifted me and placed me down on Joe’s muscular thighs.

I grabbed his cock and gently pulled, loving the feel of his
hardness and silky skin. “We need a condom.”

“Here. I’ll do it.” Phil ripped open the package and I sat
wide-eyed, watching as he slid it over Joe’s cock. “If this is as close as I
can get to you, it will have to do,” he told Joe and gave him a wink.

Joe lay like a statue and his eyelids fluttered and I felt
his thighs tense under me when Chad gave him an extra couple strokes.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Chad slid his fingers
under my ass and along my folds to tease my clit. “Time to get you on board.”
But before he lifted me Chad slid his fingers into my pussy. “God, you’re
tight. What I wouldn’t give to fuck you,” he growled. “Later, I might insist
upon it.”

The explicit words were more thrilling that I thought
possible and I rose on my knees. That’s when Phil pounced. He gripped my mound,
pressing the heel of his hand down as he slid two fingers on either side of my
clit. Joe’s hands grabbed my boobs and I was a writhing mess.

Every erogenous zone being beautifully tormented, I no
longer bothered trying to decipher which hand belonged to whom. I sagged back
against Chad and let it all go. Muscles relaxed, mind only on the pleasure
rioting through my body. So when I felt myself lifted up and his cock pressed
into me, it wasn’t hard to relax and let it fill and stretch me wide. A low,
guttural groan rose up my throat as I melted onto Joe.

“There you go,” he whispered and pulled my hands down to
where our bodies joined. I rocked against him but was stilled by another pair
of firm hands behind me.

“Lean over,” Chad instructed.

He pushed me down until my breasts pressed flush to Joe’s
chest, making his cock inside me knock at my G-spot. His hair scrubbed on my
nipples and they peaked, further agonizing me with sensation. Fingers lightly
slid along the curve of my spine—sending an array of shivers fanning out from
the touch—then gripped my ass cheeks tight. Almost painfully, but I relished
the hold. Loving the pure lust that enthralled me.

I pulsed my hips, needing to feel the strain on my pussy
walls from Joe’s cock as he plunged up and drove deep into me. I groaned into
his shoulder, baring my teeth with the urge to nip his flesh. He jumped and
wrapped his arms around me in a vise grip.

“Quit biting, tigress.” His voice dripped with desire,
making me crazy.

I squeaked when an equally tight grasp on my hips stopped my
pulsing motion and held me steady while fingers slid up the crack of my ass
like lightning. Scorching, brilliant and electrifying. Phil was the only one
with free hands so I knew it was him teasing me and pushing a thick fingertip
inside. He was getting me ready for a cock to thrust past the tight muscles.

My ménage. It was going to happen.

Double penetration. Something I’d always wondered about but
never, ever expected to happen. And here I was now. With a crowd watching our
every move and I didn’t care. I was too far gone to give it another thought. In
that moment I accepted that was what I wanted.

To be watched. Watched as I got fucked by three men.

“Fuck me, Chad.”

I heard Phil saying something, but it was lost in the rush
of blood that seared through my veins, deafening me to anything but the sound
of my pounding heart. When I felt his cock head slip past my tight sphincter
muscles, the cry of delight that I let loose with pierced my hearing and
suddenly everything came into sharp focus as he pressed in. Slowly. Deeply.
Once I’d fully accepted his cock, Chad increased his pace.

The dual thrusting left me lifeless, unable to move, and I
lay draped over Joe while his arms pulled me tight and hands gripped my hips as
I was impaled from behind.

Chad’s voice was next to my ear. “You’re delicious and
tight, sweet Tara and while I fuck you, know that I’m getting fucked as well.”

His guttural groan was one of the most erotic things I’ve
ever heard. I quaked and asked, “P-Phil…is fucking you?”

The gravel in the tone of his voice rasped every nerve
ending and grated with delicious pleasure until I felt as if I’d been run
across a washboard. “Yes, he is. All of us are.”

“Joe, everyone is fucking.” I lifted my head and took his
mouth, mating our tongues until they tangled and we breathed into each other.

Grunts from behind me and uninhibited moans surrounded us. I
opened my eyes mid-kiss and saw the crowd that had grown. They were in various
states of undress and many were either pleasuring themselves or intertwined
with someone else. But all eyes were on us.

Their lust-filled faces and moans of desire tipped me over.
Breath rushed out of me and I hovered, welcoming the slow, excruciating tingle
of my orgasm as it teased me. When a finger reached between our bodies and
found my clit, I didn’t care whose it was. The touch ignited me and my belly
contracted, all senses zeroing in on my pussy and ass as it was plundered.

I hung on, holding my breath, not wanting to rush this
exquisite crescendo of sensation and then I couldn’t hold anymore. I blistered
into a quivering explosion of firing nerve endings, my legs and arms trembled
as if my muscles had a mind of their own. I panted as my lungs cried for
breath, frantically sucking in air as the men didn’t let up their assault on
me.

They came together, as if they were connected somehow. Their
cocks swelled inside me, the fingers on my clit didn’t let up and drew out
another shuddering climax from me that made both Joe and Chad suck in their
breath. I felt my pussy and ass muscles clamp around them with a rhythmic
cadence that was near to unbearable.

Chad was bent low over my back and his body slammed into me
with double force. My orgasmic-clouded brain remembered Phil was fucking him.
His roar filled the night and I knew he’d come in Chad’s ass.

Then dead weight pressed me into Joe and molded us together.
The weight of the two men behind me was welcome. I felt safe and protected by
all the maleness.

Turning my head, I rested my cheek on Joe’s chest, his heart
pounded in my ear and I smiled. His fingers caressed along my hips and I gazed
at the crowd. Those gathered around us blinked and drew in ragged breaths. We
had done that to them. Made them watch us. Turned them on. Brought them visual
stimulation. Slowly, couples and moresomes wandered off to find their own place
to fuck.

I sighed in contented bliss. My body tingled with afterglow,
but I was still hot, burning for more loving.

I smiled when the weight of Phil and Chad lifted off me and
they fell into each other’s arms beside us.

This night certainly turned out different than I expected.
Joe and I had come here a bit hesitant, but curious. We’d come for spectator
sex. To watch others have sex and we wound up being the show.

“What are you giggling about?” Joe asked as I slid off him
and snuggled into his side.

“Just how this was a crazy turn of events.”

“Yeah, who’d a thought it?”

I nodded and gazed up into his dark, passion-filled eyes. “I
know. What say we don’t make this a onetime visit?”

His smile made my heart pound. “I’m game if you are.”