Unconventional

A delicate hand fumbled for me, settling over my crotch. As Madison struggled to work my zipper, I noticed her doing the same thing to Noah on the other side.

Wow, I thought, my heart pounding. This is actually going to happen…

She turned away again, moving back to kiss my partner and roommate. And throughout the whole thing, Julian. Fucking her. Sawing in and out of her wonderfully feminine body, as she bounced across the big old table.

“Take me to bed…” she managed to breathe. “Before… I get… splinters.”

Noah and I laughed, but Julian was on a mission. He had her smooth thighs over his shoulders now, her dress all bunched up around her waist. And he was fucking her harder. Faster. Forcing her legs back to plunge even deeper, which turned Madison’s whimpers into cries.

I was unzipped, and fully in her hand now. So was Noah. Madison was stroking us both, in rhythm to the fucking she was receiving from Julian. Her eyes were glazed over, her look far away. But she kept staring at us. Kept turning her head right and left to make sure we were there, before looking back at the cock, pumping between her legs.

“Ohhh… Ohhh fuck.”

She looked incredible, all flush with heat. Her lips all plump and wet as Julian took her with furious, desperate strokes. His body moved like a machine; thrusting, surging, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Suddenly Madison’s face screwed into a mask of confused euphoria. Her eyes flew open, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’.

“OHHHhhhhhOHHHhhhhh…”

She squeezed down on us as she came, flooding Julian’s pistoning cock as he gripped her thighs even tighter. To her credit, she didn’t hold back. The beautiful blonde roared through her orgasm, screaming helplessly as an earth-shattering climax rocked her body. Julian held her throughout. The big mason kept her pinned snugly against him as he buried himself deep, allowing her to writhe and grind and screw out every last wave of pure pleasure.

When it was over he guided her through the aftershocks too, still pumping her slowly. Madison’s toes were curled, her legs shaking violently. Whatever just happened had apparently been a long time in coming.

“Take me upstairs,” she pleaded again, turning to look at Noah and myself. “I need you…” she whispered hoarsely. “All of you…”

Ten

MADISON

I was carried securely against a great, heaving chest. Held by two iron-like tattooed arms, and brought up three flights of stairs as if I weighed absolutely nothing.

Julian wasn’t even breathing hard as he entered the upper hallway. The others stepped in beside him, as he stopped abruptly short.

“Which room is yours?”

“That one down there,” I managed, still breathless. “At the very end.”

I was still reeling from the flood of euphoria. Still trying to work out in my head, what the hell had just happened.

You know exactly what just happened, the little voice in my head sneered. You don’t really need it spelled out, do you?

No, I supposed I didn’t. I’d just been taken roughly on my kitchen table. Screwed harder and deeper than I ever had in my life.

Yeah. Something like that.

But no, not screwed. Fucked. I’d definitely, without a doubt, just been fucked.

And you loved it.

That part was true too. Because no matter how much the innocent, more chaste part of me tried to protest? My lust for these three beautiful men was totally undeniable.

And yes, men. Because I’d wanted them all. I’d wanted Julian the longest maybe, but at some point I’d laid in this very same bedroom and fantasized about having all three of them.

Just maybe not at the same time.

Holy SHIT, Madison.

I looked up from my own bed, where I’d been summarily deposited by Julian. He was stepping out of the last of his clothes. So were Noah and Chase, on either of me. Without even thinking, I followed suit.