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Now this, I thought to myself happily, is absolutely ridiculous.
Slowly they mounted me, one by one. It started with Tate, throwing his big legs over mine and gliding into me from behind. He rocked me with long, deep strokes, pressing his stomach against my back and kissing my neck as he plunged in and out of me. Everywhere our bodies touched felt hot and magical, made all warm and slick by the oil.
Jacob took his place after a while, and enjoyed the same slippery ride. It was fun and wonderful, bouncing against them. Screwing my oil-coated ass backward into their hard stomachs, and feeling that extra inch or two of penetration as they slipped all the way inside.
Eventually I rolled them onto their backs and mounted them, screwing them side by side. Hopping from pole to quivering pole, I slowly lowered myself over each of my new lovers in turn.
This is crazy!
Back and forth I went, grinding myself to two, three, even four eye-rolling climaxes. All while sliding my fingers happily over two oceans of ripped abdominals, or dragging my nails teasingly across their glistening, oil-soaked chests.
Screwing two men made me feel wanton and wicked, but oh so very, very free. I rode them until they couldn’t take another second inside me, then slid down and brought each of them off with my mouth. It was ridiculously hot, looking up into their eyes as they came. Knowing that through both orgasms they were both watching, as I worked extra hard to put on the sluttiest of shows.
By the time the credits rolled I’d drained them fully and completely, leaving both men spent and at my mercy. My body still tingled from all the attention. My once-tired feet and calves were in heaven, and my muscles were jelly.
“We’re gonna need to rewind that,” said Jacob, nodding vaguely at the TV. “I missed most of what Claire and Luke said.”
“You know their names?” Tate and I laughed at the same time.
We passed out together, this time on the floor, and when I woke early the next morning the boys were already gone. I cleaned up quickly, then went about the rest of my day floating on a cloud of euphoria. In the back of my mind, there was still something inherently wrong about sleeping with David’s old classmates. I knew they were nine or ten years younger than me. That should’ve put them out of reach and off limits, at least in my mind’s eye.
Still, these weren’t boys anymore, these were men. Big, strong men in their early 20’s with stamina and strength and vigor. They knew exactly what they wanted and I’d let them take it, over and over again. I didn’t regret any part of it. Instead, I only looked forward to it happening again.
On Tuesday we somehow finished the movie. On Wednesday, we started a new one. The screen was background noise anyway, so it really didn’t matter. What mattered most was the time I spent with my two new lovers, talking and laughing and enjoying one another’s company… before they carried me off into the bedroom and stripped me of whatever clothes I had left.
Once there they screwed me in ways I couldn’t possibly ever imagine, putting me in places and positions that only three horny people can achieve. I gave back as good as I got, and often outlasted them until the wee hours of the morning. I loved the challenge of accommodating them, of claiming and draining them. I especially loved the look of peace and serenity on their faces, as they closed their eyes and passed out in my arms.
Sleeping through the night was impossible with three people. Most of the time I’d stir in the darkness, with one or both of them nudging me awake and climbing between my warm, sleepy thighs for another round. Once I was even the one who woke them up, blowing Tate awake and then bucking atop him until the movement of the bed broke Jacob’s slumber. He woke to us laughing at him, then after stroking himself hard while watching us, pushed Tate aside and went at me with a vengeance.
Thursday turned into a marathon session, testing our limits. I’d gone to work the next day achingly sore, but with enough sordid yet beautiful memories to last a lifetime. By Friday we’d had sex in almost every room in the house including the kitchen, where the guys swept off the dinner plates and took turns mounting me right on the kitchen table. It turned out to be the perfect height for them to stand there with my legs hooked over their hard, sculpted shoulders. They took turns impaling me again and again before finally flipping me over, then finishing hard together against my warm, quivering ass.
And through it all there was Cole, working away in the basement. He came and left through the back entrance now, having replaced the exterior door and re-mortared the staircase. We generally waited for him to leave before going at it, mostly because the floors were thin. There were nights however, where it didn’t stop me. Where it couldn’t stop me, because that’s how much I needed them.
Saturday was busy for all of us, so we decided to take a break from each other and catch up on some much needed sleep. Jacob was falling behind on lawns — a little fact that was amusing to me for some reason. And Tate had been forgoing a few projects at work that needed his attention, because he’d dedicated so much of his time to finishing the GTO… and of course, me.
But on Sunday, my day off…
Well, Sunday I’d already declared as their night. I planned to pamper them for once, and in more ways than one. The boys were to come over mid-afternoon, and plan to be well-fed and well-taken care of. The idea of serving them for once excited me greatly, and I alrea
dy had a few things in mind.
“What time?” Tate had asked.
“Come by in the afternoon,” I smiled. “Any time you want.”
“But the game’s on Sunday,” Jacob pointed out hesitantly.
“So?” I said innocently. “You boys can watch the game here.”
I paused flirtatiously, biting my lower lip.
“If you want to, that is.”
Twenty-Six
TATE
“I really don’t know what you’re complaining about,” I said, giving Rae a wink over my shoulder. “She makes a damned good point.”
