Triplets Make Five

His mouth tore my lips apart, and his hot tongue flashed inside. He awoke all my latent desires with that wicked tongue. I couldn’t stop my legs from moving around his waist. He noticed, and his strong hand slid down my back to cradle my ass and hold me up.

The more he kissed me, the more I fell into his hands. His fingers were squeezing me, and breaking apart the hard shell holding me captive. He released me from my prison to explode to life in his hands.

The kissing got stronger, more manic and demanding. I had to have him. I had to kiss him if it was the last thing I did. If he walked out that door and I never saw him again, at least we would have this moment.

He tried to grab my ass, but that dress, that dress I was so proud of, got in the way. I cursed that dress, but before I could kick it out of the way, he yanked it up behind me. He scooted it over my ass, so his hand closed around my bare flesh.

The last of my reserve evaporated. Nothing could hold us apart. I ripped his jacket off to get to that muscle-ripped body underneath. I had to feel his skin. I had to rub myself all over him. I had to feel his pounding might, just one more time.

He let go of my ass to tear my neckline down. My tits tumbled out in his face, and he attacked them in rabid lust. I started to fall, and he grappled me against him again while his teeth and lips went to work on my nipples.

God, I never felt anything like that since the day he vanished out of my life. Other guys could come and go, but he held a special place in my life. No one could touch me like him. His teeth nibbling my nipples drove me to distraction. I shoved my chest in his face to get as much of him as I could before I lost him again.

Once he got my dress up, my legs wouldn’t keep still. My legs tightened around him. He lifted me into position to sit me on that throbbing hard cock in his pants. I locked my ankles behind his back, but he never let me fall. I was never in any danger of falling as long as he held me in his arms.

He leaned forward and pinned my back against the wall. He held me in place with his chest to give his hands free-range. He groped down my ass to the wet slit between my legs. Man, he turned me on so much, but I couldn’t reach him with his big shoulders in the way. I could only squeeze his neck and scratch my fingernails down the back of his crisp white shirt.

He did all the work for me. He burrowed farther down and freed that pulsing tool of his from his fly. He got himself out, and my burning tissues closed around him. He never hesitated. I would have gone out of my mind if he did.

He dragged it along the dripping core where my legs met, and my juices coated it with a lubricating sheen. He angled his hips just an inch, and it stuck into the opening so hungry for it. I held my breath in aching anticipation. Would he? Could he?

Oh, yes! Yes, he was in there. He pushed it in so slowly. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I couldn’t stand it. That felt so good.

He ripped his mouth away from mine to gasp for every breath. My smoking flesh closed around his shaft in a tight, hard fist so he could barely stroke it in and out. Every slithering movement sent wave upon wave of rippling pleasure sweeping through me.

He plastered his lips against my ear, and his raspy voice worked me into a fevered torment. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah.”

He gravelly voice sounded so good. His cock felt so damn hot working into me. I knew it would be like this. I knew I would rise into clouds of glory on that blistering hard cock.

I panted for air against his temple. Oh, please. Oh, please. I didn’t have to pray for it, though. He always took me to the outer limits with his masterful stroking thrusts. He plowed in deep to my very limit. He milked my juices along his distended veins.

Oh, please. Oh, please. I needed it so bad. He knew how bad I needed it, and he set out to give it to me. He gave me every inch of his wicked cock. So good. So, fucking good. I couldn’t take it anymore. He filled me so full I could explode apart. He lifted me higher with every penetrating intrusion until I screamed once against his hair.

Like lightning, he covered my mouth with his lips. He sucked the screaming intoxication from my lungs so I wouldn’t raise the whole house with my shrieks. Once he got my mouth covered, he pounded in harder than ever. He shattered my clit with his thumping bones. He slammed in against my cervix with his twisting hot head. He excited all the delirious spots along my channel. I climaxed again and again and couldn’t stop climaxing.

Oh, God, that was so good! It was better than anything I ever dreamed of, and here he was, still driving his cock to give me more. Oh, yes, give me more! Give me everything you’ve got, and I’ll take it.

7

Brady

I set her feet on the floor, and she almost fell over. Her knees buckled. I caught her in my arms and supported her. She swayed and sighed against my chest, all floppy and vulnerable and sweet the way I remember. Her fruity aroma still clung to my clothes and hands. I would dream about her again tonight, only now I could dream about the real thing.

I held her close until she raised her head and shook her golden hair out of her face. Her eyes still hovered at half-mast from the screaming orgasms she just had. Her skin glowed brighter than ever. I couldn’t get enough of a woman like her.

I slipped my cock back into my pants and zipped up while she straightened her dress. She gathered her tits back into her bra and pushed her cleavage into place. She caught me gawking at her. She locked her drunken eyes on me and gave me a twisted grin.

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

I had to laugh. I shook my head and kissed her. “Come back to my place. Spend the night with me. You know you won’t regret it.”

“Regret it?” She cocked an eyebrow and spread her dress down over her hips and thighs. “I already do.”

“You do? What for? Didn’t you like it?”

“Oh, I liked it. I liked it a lot. That’s why I regret it.”

I started to ask why, but she moved toward the door. “I better go.”