Take Three, Please (3 page)

He was a bronzed god, she thought. But then, so were Brandon
and Mark. They looked amazing in clothes, but naked they were simply
astounding. So big. So very, very big. She gulped, suddenly felt tiny.

Their cocks stood out from their bodies, stiff and proud,
pointing to the ceiling. They were rock hard and ready, all three of them
greedy for her attention. Her stomach turned over, a thud and thump of desire.
Good God. Was she really up to this?

Ethan kissed her, briefly, then wasted no time in pushing
her dress the rest of the way over her hips. She sat up so he could finish
undressing her.

She hadn’t worn a bra, hadn’t needed one. A hush fell over
the three men as they gazed at her bare breasts. Their hungry looks raised
gooseflesh on her arms.

Ethan reached out and ran his finger over her nipple, which
was already standing up, pebbled. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

“Yes,” said Mark, his voice rough.

Brandon’s eyes were half-lidded. He nodded and made a deep,
short grunt.

If she hadn’t already been wet, she would have been after
that. She could feel the moisture building with her excitement.

“Panties,” said Brandon.

Ethan didn’t ask permission, not that he needed any. He
stripped her lacy panties in one fell swoop, then he gently pushed her legs
apart, spreading her for them all to see.

She watched Mark’s Adam’s apple rise and fall from a hard
swallow. Another grunt came from Brandon.

Ethan’s hand glided up the inside of her thigh, then teased
over her swollen, bare labia. Her only hair down below was a closely trimmed
triangle above her mound.

“Perfect,” Ethan declared her.

It was, she thought, and she wasn’t referring to her
physicality. She meant being here, like this, with these men on this night. They
made her feel perfect, and it was wonderful to bask in their approbation, to
savor the thrumming sense of anticipation between her legs, the beat of her
heart, and the heat in her belly.

Wonderful.

And then all restraint was gone. They fell on her, all three
at once.

Glorious.

Brandon settled in near her head, returned to kissing her
breathless, stroking and squeezing her breasts, his lips sometimes leaving hers
to traverse her neck, sending shivers racing over her skin.

Ethan and Mark sometimes handled her breasts, but mostly
they were interested in her pussy. They taunted and teased her, their
fingertips stroking her labia, dipping into and out of her moist slit, tracing
around the edge of her clitoris.

Having two men touch her in this most private of places
nearly sent her over the edge before they hardly got started. They played with
her as if she were a sexy toy, as if she had the most fascinating and arousing
body parts ever displayed to a lusty male.

She didn’t know which one of them pushed a finger inside her
first, but when a second finger entered her, she knew it didn’t come from the
same man. She arched upwards, her small cry of pleasure captured inside
Brandon’s mouth, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts as she
shoved up against him.

Then Ethan and Mark were moving inside her, and their free
hands roamed over her body, her stomach and legs, her breasts, too, of course.
She squirmed under them, raised her hips, spread herself wider for them. One of
her hands tangled in Brandon’s hair and the other one reached down to find
another man’s hair. Ethan’s. Mark’s. She didn’t know which.

Brandon’s lips finally left her own and he kissed a path
down to her breasts. He licked around her areola, sucked her nipple into his
mouth.

Ethan and Mark didn’t stop with the fingers inside her
pussy. They picked up the speed of their movements and she gasped at how they
entered and pulled at cross purposes to one another, driving her wild from the
unfamiliar sensation.

Her hips bucked of their own will and when a hot mouth
closed over her clitoris, she groaned the loudest yet, and knew she wouldn’t
last long.

She looked down. It was Ethan’s tongue dancing on her,
trailing lightly over her sensitive bud. She clenched, cried out.

Mark joined Brandon and came to claim her other breast, her
other nipple. His teeth nipped at her, making her shiver. One of his hands
remained down below, a finger still inside her, keeping Ethan’s finger company
as they plunged inside her.

Ethan’s tongue laved her clit and labia until she bucked
harder, the pressure of imminent release building inside her at an astounding
rate. She’d explode. She knew it.

They were a formidable team, these three, and it seemed to
her that they were intent on making her lose her mind. She came close, so close
to going over the edge, that she believed herself there, falling over. But no.
It wasn’t to be. Ethan’s tongue stopped its divine torment, and their fingers
left her, their mouths no longer sucked and their teeth no longer nibbled at
her nipples.

She cried out in frustration, so close. So close. But not
quite. Damn.

And then they began again. The slide of fingers, the kiss of
lips, the slippery firm tongues. The sound of their breathing. The labored
sound of her own.

Again. So close. The build up. The ball of fire roiling in
her core, on the verge of exploding outward. But no. The men stopped. And it
was another not quite. Another damn.

The fourth time they stopped her and started up again, she’d
had enough. She raised her head and glared at her three tormentors.

“That’s it,” she said, her voice sounding crackly, strained.
“Do that to me again, and so help me, I’ll kick every one of you off this bed
and finish it by myself!”

They grinned at her. Ethan laughed out loud, the waves of
his laughter sending a new thrill through her clit. She arched up against him
and nearly purred.

“I like a greedy woman,” said Brandon.

“Mmm, me too,” said Mark.

“Doesn’t mean we have to give her everything she wants,
though,” Brandon said.

“I mean it!” Morgan squeezed his solid shoulder. “I’ll do it
myself.”

“Hmm. I’d kind of like to see that,” said Ethan, his voice
muffled slightly by his task between her legs.

“Me too,” said Brandon.

“Mmm,” was all Mark managed, since he’d returned to sucking
her breast.

Brandon grabbed her hand and pushed it down between them,
down to where it rested next to Ethan’s head.

Ethan lifted away from her. “Touch yourself. Finish it.”

Damn. “No, you.”

“Uh-uh. Now I want to watch you do it. We all do,” said
Ethan.

She missed his hot mouth on her, the flick of his tongue. A
dreadful loss. But she did still have his finger inside her, and Mark’s.

They’d wait her out, and she knew she didn’t have the
patience to compete. She touched herself. Mark and Brandon raised their heads
from her breasts, looked down to the center of new interest -- her fingers on
her own clit.

“God, that’s sexy, hot,” said Brandon.

And he was right. Having their fingers pumping inside her,
pinching her nipples and squeezing her plump breasts while they watched her rub
her clit ... well ... it was crazy hot.

It didn’t seem possible that the ball of fire inside her
could get bigger, but it did. And she circled her clit faster and faster,
clamped down on the fingers inside her, arched upward into the hands caressing
her breasts.

The fire built until it spread from her core outward,
expanding into an inferno that raged through her body, through her torso, her
limbs, even over the top of her head. She shuddered under the onslaught of this
mighty release, trembled, groaned and noisily cried out her pleasure.

From somewhere came the sounds of her lovers exhaling,
saying naughty things to her, compliments and comments. If she were unable to
clearly hear them through the deafening sound of the blood roaring in her ears,
her panting struggles to catch her breath, then that was okay. The three men
thought she was sexy, they wanted her, they would take her now. She knew what
she needed to know.

And she vaguely recognized the sound of a condom package
tearing. And she most certainly felt a hard cock slipping through her slick
folds, pressing against the opening to her pussy.

Her eyes flew open to see who was between her legs. Mark.

He held his cock in one hand and guided it into her slit,
just barely inside her, then he settled down over her, brushed a finger across
her lower lip.

Brandon and Ethan sat on either side of her, lifting and
spreading her legs, opening and holding her wide for Mark. With their free
hands, they stroked over her hair, ran their fingers through the tangled locks.

Then Mark pressed against her, probed inside her opening.

“I want you so badly,” he whispered in her ear. “It seems
like I’ve been waiting forever.”

And with those words, he drove his huge cock inside her,
shocking a cry from her open mouth, a burst of surprised air from her lungs. So
big. He stretched her, on the verge of hurting, but not quite.

His groan of surrender fueled her own desire, and he settled
into long, slow strokes. She lifted her hips to meet him and would have wrapped
her legs around him if they weren’t being held captive by Brandon and Ethan.

But she liked that they held her ankles, liked the way it
made her feel spread for them, taken. Owned.

Mark nuzzled her neck and sent tingles dashing downward to
join with the incredible sensations of him moving inside her.

Sometimes, she’d hear Brandon mutter a soft, “Yes,” or Ethan
blow out a long breath.

And they settled in like this, for a while anyway. And it
was lovely, and her nerve endings were abuzz.

Morgan breathed in the scents of her lovers, accepted Mark
sliding in and out of her, the sweetness of his weight upon her, his girth
inside her. She stroked his muscled back, his solid shoulders and squeezed his
lean hips.

And she was more than ready when he pumped into her faster
and faster, driving to the hilt, relentless in pursuit of her depths. She
bucked up against him, met his thrusts. And soon she was panting again,
thrashing, and seeking another release.

It wasn’t to be, though. Mark came before she did. He threw
back his head and cried out his release, the deep sound of his cries urging her
onward, pushing her closer to a second brink.

No, though. Too soon, he leaned down and kissed her softly,
then he pulled out of her, and the moment was gone.

Ethan lay stretched beside her, his cock already sheathed in
a condom. He wrapped his big arms around her and turned her onto him, where he
lay on his back and she straddled him. His hands cupped her ass, and lifted
her, guiding her over his cock, then impaled her on his rod in a smooth, quick
motion.

His cock was longer than Mark’s and she felt him deep inside
her. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her as his hips began moving
upward, his hands wrapped firmly around her waist, sliding her over himself
while he fucked her. In this position, she would have expected to the do the
work, but Ethan had other ideas.

As did Brandon, she soon discovered, when he began squeezing
her ass. He helped move her over Ethan’s cock, pushing her forward then waiting
for Ethan to press her back downward into position for Brandon to push forward
again.

Ethan groaned under her and Brandon breathed hard behind
her. Mark stretched out on his side nearby, watching her as avidly as ever, his
cock at half-mast after his orgasm.

The position in which Brandon and Ethan held her was
maddening by way of angle of entry and stimulation on her clit. And her breasts
rubbed against Ethan’s hard chest, the friction super-sensitizing her nipples.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered under her breath, as she slid
forward and backward over Ethan, as the fire built higher inside.

“Come with me,” Ethan said, fucking her faster, his breath
blowing hot and hard against her cheek.

She shivered. “Yes, please.”

Brandon pushed faster. Ethan pulled harder. Morgan’s fingers
wrapped in Ethan’s hair, and if she was pulling it too hard, he didn’t
complain.

“Now,” Ethan said, his chest rising up against her as he
entered his own orgasm, his head arcing back against the mattress, his exposed
throat stretching before her.

She buried her face in his neck, in his sandalwood scent,
and her powerful lovers sent her hurtling over the edge. She cried out against
him, reveled in the sensation rushing through her, out of her.

Ethan bucked a few times, finishing inside her. Then Brandon
lifted her off of Ethan as if she were weightless, flipping her over and
scooping her up. Her limbs were leaden and useless when he turned her onto her
stomach and tried to get her onto her hands and knees. No, she was still held
enthralled in the aftershocks of her orgasm, in the zips and zings flitting
through her body.

He grabbed a few pillows and stacked them under her stomach,
raising her rear into the air. After quickly rolling on a rubber, and without
further preamble, he speared her in one ungodly heave. A low growl sounded from
deep in his chest when he rammed up against the limit of her. She grunted at
his entry, felt herself shoved forward an inch or two on the mattress from the
impact.

He pulled all the way out. Then again he pounded into her,
and again. His huge hands covered her ass, squeezed her buttocks, kneaded the
flesh as he pistoned against her.

She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she felt another
orgasm rising within her. Brandon’s fierceness turned her on, left her wanting
nothing more than to utterly give herself over to him, to allow whatever he
might do to her next.

His fingers dug into her flesh and it hurt her some, but not
too much. Just enough, actually, to send shocks of pleasure joining with the
release already gaining power inside her.