Kevin
I want more. I want to be inside of her again. But Carly needs a break. The two of us are using her up and I don’t want her to have to tap out because we fucked her too hard. So, Scott and I spend time just loving her body, her breasts, the curves of her hips and her legs.
It’s more than satisfying, but my cock throbs and I want to be inside of her again. I move my head, kissing her breasts, the skin on her chest, her neck. Scott does the same and he reaches her mouth before I do. He kisses her long and hard, his tongue probing her mouth. Carly moans and rolls toward him, throwing her arms around his neck. She hikes up one leg and throws it over him, lying on her side, splayed open.
I have a perfect view of her back, her ass. I grab her ass cheeks and squeeze, pulling them apart, looking at her pussy and her back entrance. She is wet, glistening. I push my fingers into her and she moans into Scott’s mouth.
I move my fingers up toward her ass, lubing her up with her own wetness. She gasps and moans while she makes out with Scott as I work her ass into a wet mess.
When I figure she’s wet enough, I shift, pressing the line of my body against hers. My cock pushes against her ass and I guide myself, the tip against her back entrance. She cries out when I push in, breaking the kiss with Scott for a moment.
I work my way into her, moving inch by inch in slow strokes. I buck my hips slowly, fucking her ass. My hand is on her hip, Scott’s arms pull her against him. I move back and forth, faster and faster. I slide myself into her and back and out she produces breathy moans and squeals.
Scott moves his hand down between her legs and I lift my head to see what he is doing. His hand moves and I’m sure he is playing with her clit. She shivers around my cock, squeezing me with her body and I groan. At this rate, I’m going to come in no time at all.
I slide out of her. She gasps when I do.
“I’m going to come if I keep doing that,” I say. I don’t want it to be over, yet.
“Let me,” Scott says. Carly lies on her side, gasping. Scott cups her cheek and kisses her. “Get on him, kitten.”
He is so demanding and Carly seems to like it. I’m less intense than he is. The combination works.
Carly does as Scott says and climbs onto me, straddling me. Her tits are close to my face and I reach up and grab them. She gasps, positioning herself over my cock and lowering herself down.
When she is on top of me, she starts rocking her hips. She rides me, sliding my cock in and out of her.
Scott positions himself behind her and I pull her down so that she lies on me, her ass open and on display for Scott. I know he likes anal a lot more than I do – although, with Carly, I’m more than happy to fuck her ass again and again. I know when he pushes into her. She cries out and shudders. I feel Scott’s cock slide right up against mine, nothing but membranes separating us from each other.
I don’t mind it. There are men that are very homophobic, that shy away from everything that looks like dick. I’m not going to do Scott or anything but if we are fucking a woman together, doubling up means we are going to be in close quarters.
Scott doesn’t seem to mind, either. We start moving, countering each other’s strokes. When I push in, he pulls out. We rock back and forth and Carly is rendered useless. She cries out and moans, her breath hot in my neck, her skin slick with sweat. I put my hands on her back and hold her to me. Her breasts are against my chest, her nipples hard. We are still fucking, but holding her like this made me feel warm, different than it has the last time. I’m starting to feel different around her and I don’t know what to do about it.
I push away the thoughts, the feelings, and focus on her body and what’s happening. This is the second time Scott and I are fucking her together. When we made our pact, once would have been enough. It’s amazing to be able to do it again, to find a willing partner in Carly.
I catch Scott’s eye over Carly’s shoulder and he looks content, satisfied. He is in his zone when he’s fucking. Scott has a different relationship with sex than I do. He is rough and dominant, always in charge. But even he is different with Carly.
I push the thoughts away, again. I’m thinking too much. I focus on her body on top of me, her pussy clutching at my dick as I slide and out of her. Her breasts mash against my chest and her breathing is hard and ragged in my ear.
Scott grunts and groans as he works himself and out of her ass and everything about the three of us fucking right now is hotter than I could have imagined.
I’m starting to get closer. The friction, Carly’s body splayed out and stretched open on top of me, the moaning and groaning and gasping, heavy breathing, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
Judging by Carly’s breathing, the way she shivers on top of me, she’s getting close, too. I want us to come together. I want to come inside of her the same time she comes undone at the seams, shuddering on top of me. I glance at Scott over her shoulder and I know what he is thinking. He looks determined. He will take care of his orgasm the same time we do.
The three of us coming together… the idea is wildly intimate and I like it. Somewhere between the drama with the investors at work, the threat of being outed and the difficulty Carly is having with her sister, the three of us got a lot more intimate. Maybe I’m the only one feeling it, but with Carly on top of me, her legs straddling me, pussy stretched, with Scott in her ass, pushing her to the limit, I feel like we are in a different place from where we were the last time we did this.
But that’s me, overthinking again. And during sex, too. I push the thoughts away and concentrate on getting Carly to orgasm.
I thrust into her. Scott does his part of keeping up with me, his cock sliding in and out of Carly’s ass and she shudders and moans in a breathy voice. I have my hands in her hair, holding onto her. Scott’s hands are gripped around her hips. I stroke in and out of her and Carly gasps. My cock grows inside of her, she feels smaller and smaller, gripping my cock and I know she’s tightening as well, a sign of her pending orgasm.
Scott grunts, his dick sliding in and out of Carly’s ass, going against my direction.
Carly starts whimpering, rugged gasps forced out of her mouth. She cries out, suddenly and I feel the orgasm wash through her, tightening her body around my dick. It pushes me over the edge and I spasm, shoving myself as deep into her as I can. I jerk and spasm, emptying myself in her body.
Scott cries out and I know that he’s coming, too. He made sure that he’s right there with us. Carly cries out as her body is filled with come, both in her pussy and her ass, and our thick cocks fill her to the absolute limit. Her body squeezes my dick, milking me and I keep coming. It is as if I’m going to keep pumping as long as her body grabs at mine. Scott breathes hard behind her and he collapses on top of Carly, his chest against her back. It presses her right up against me, her face close to mine, her breasts mashing against my chest.
I press my lips against hers and we lay like that, a sandwich of sex and orgasms, riding out the wave together. Every time we slow down and I think it’s going to stop, someone vaults into another fit of moans and spasms and kickstarts the other two again.
Finally, when it subsides and it’s just the three of us, lying on top of each other, panting and heaving, Scott sighs.
“Fuck me,” he says.
“We just did,” I say. He chuckles. Carly is paralytic on top of me. “Are you okay?” I ask her.
She nods, her cheek against my shoulder.
Scott pushes himself up and slowly pulls out of Carly. She whimpers when he does. We help her sit up and she clambers off me, my dick sliding out of her. She complains a little again and collapses onto the bed next to me. She pulls her legs up, almost hugging her knees to her chest and shivers.
Scott glances at me. I have the idea we are both thinking the same thing. Carly is the hottest woman we’ve ever been with but we are also developing a sense of protectiveness over her. Lying curled up like that, spent and breathing hard, she looks small and vulnerable. I want to protect her from the world. It’s a conflicting emotion considering what Scott and I are doing to her when we’re all fucking.
It’s rough, forcing her to lose control.
Maybe that’s what makes me feel so protective over her. I have a sense of possession over her. Mine, I think. But that isn’t it. I glance at Scott again.
Ours.
I turn on my side and pull Carly against me. Scott crawls around us and lies down on her other side, pressing his chest against her back. It’s intimate and sensual, the three of us connected in some way that has nothing to do with words or even the sex we just had.
Carly shudders and tension leaves her body almost visibly. She relaxes in our arms. I close my eyes. My dick throbbing with the echo of the sex we had and I’m tired, relaxed, but I’m not going to sleep. I’m alert, ready to take care of her. I take a deep breath and let it out, slowly.
Scott sighs just after I do and I wondered how much of this he’s feeling, too. I’m willing to bet that he feels the same about her. What does that say for the both of us and our friendship, if we are falling for the same woman? I don’t know. But, right now, we are together, all three of us pressed against each other, and that is all that matters.
We’ll probably get up and leave again in a while. We won’t spend the night unless she asks us to. But for the moment it’s the three of us and the warmth seeps through me. This, I will remember for a long time, no matter what happens.
This and the fucking mind-blowing orgasm I just had.