Her Two Lovers

As her naked body was exposed, determination overcame her shyness. Heck, Travis had already seen her naked. She wouldn’t think. She’d just feel, and she’d top any previous ménage these two cowboys had orchestrated.

She fingered the snaps on Dale’s shirt and ripped them open, letting her fingers wander over the dark hair dusting his sculpted chest. She bent and flicked her tongue over one copper nipple, and her pussy jerked as the nub hardened under her lips. She tugged on it, Dale’s groans fueling her desire, as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. She pushed them down his strong thighs, and he stepped out of them.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Travis had also undressed. Light golden hair covered his muscular chest and well-formed legs. His cock, slightly longer than Dale’s but not quite as thick, jutted from a bush of dark blond curls. Moisture trickled down her thigh.

She turned back to Dale, and he took her mouth in a searing kiss. As their tongues tangled, hard flesh pressed against her back, and a second pair of lips trailed tiny moist kisses over her shoulder. She shuddered and her skin tingled. Dale’s hard cock pressed into the soft flesh of her tummy, while Travis’s nudged her back. Dale cupped her breasts and squeezed them, and he eased her down to her knees. His mouth still clamped to hers, he pressed his cock against her, as Travis did the same from behind.

When Dale finally broke the kiss, panting, Travis nudged her shoulder, pressed her onto her back, and leaned over her and took her mouth. His kiss tasted of passion and fire, while Dale’s had tasted of intensity and emotion. His tongue had a rougher texture than Dale’s, and Jill found she enjoyed the different sensation. He used less tongue than Dale, but his kiss was no less intoxicating.

Dale trailed his lips along her neck, up to her earlobe, where he nipped her. She shuddered. But just as she deepened her assault on Travis’s mouth, her lips locking his, Dale yanked her away by the shoulder. The suction of the kiss broke with a loud smack.

“New ground rule,” Dale said huskily. “You don’t kiss her.”

Jill didn’t hear Travis’s response, if there was one, because Dale crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss so passionate and possessive it erased all memory of Travis’s lips. Dale’s tongue tasted of honey, of spice, of sweet love, and Jill drowned in the pleasure of his kisses.

When he finally ripped his mouth from hers, Travis sat over her with a pitcher of honey-lemonade.

“Dale told me this is your favorite drink, sweetheart,” he said, a glint in his bright blue eyes. “We thought you might enjoy a little tonight.”

“I’d love some.” Jill smiled and looked around. “Looks like you forgot the glasses, though.”

“Who needs glasses?” Dale said, his tone teasing. “Go ahead, Trav.”

Travis tipped the pitcher, and the liquid trickled onto Jill’s hot body. She squealed, and her nipples puckered into tight buds. The cool beverage flowed over her breasts, her belly, her thighs, easing between her legs and into her wet folds.

“Now I guess we’ll have to clean you up, darlin’,” Dale drawled.

“It’ll be a pleasure,” Travis said. He cupped the breast on his side and thumbed a hard nipple. “She sure has pretty tits. The nicest I’ve seen in some time.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Dale bent to taste one. “Sweet and red and hard as pearls.” He licked the tip of her nipple.

Jill moaned, shuddering.

“Two mouths, darlin’.” Dale’s breath vibrated against her flesh. “Two pairs of lips to kiss you. Two tongues to lick all that syrupy lemonade off your hot body.”

Travis’s firm lips latched onto the other tight bud. His touch was lighter than Dale’s. He licked where Dale sucked. And Jill found she loved each sensation. Warmth spread through her breasts and flashed to her pussy, which pulsed between her thighs.

Dale tugged, and Travis kissed, and Jill thought she’d implode with want. After lingering moments of vivid stimulation that trickled to her sex, she needed more. The nipple Travis licked wanted to be bitten, and the one Dale nipped wanted to be licked.

“Could you guys switch places? Each suck the other nipple?”

“Anything you want,” Dale said, his voice hoarse. “This is for you.”

They quickly switched, and Jill sighed and sank farther into the moist cotton, her nipples tight with anticipation. The smacks and slurps of the two luscious masculine mouths sent shivers across her skin.

“Mmm, gorgeous.” Travis’s deep voice rumbled against her sensitive flesh. “The tart lemon mixed with your sweet flesh.”

“Yeah, delicious. And beautiful,” Dale agreed, and tugged harder with his teeth.

The pleasure shot to her cunt with lightning intensity. “Such pretty red nipples, so tangy from the lemonade,” Travis said, “and I bet that’s not all that’s pretty and red.”

“And tangy,” Dale added.

Cream oozed from her pussy. She was wet and swollen and ripe for the plucking.

Dale released her nipple with a soft pop, leaned forward, and thrust his tongue into her mouth for a scorching kiss. The fresh citrus taste of the lemonade he’d sucked exploded in a candied bouquet. He trailed moist kisses over her cheek, down the hill of her breast to her tummy. He swirled his tongue into her navel while Travis continued to lick her other nipple.

Her body heated, chilled, and heated again. She writhed under the expert hands and mouths.