She lathered his sack and then washed the underside and the small bit of flesh separating his balls from his rimmed hole. Moving onward, she lathered the opening, testing the boundaries with a slight nudge. “Hey now!” Ken squawked, squeezing his butt cheeks together to avoid further violation. Trisha offered a pouty whine while rinsing and wringing out the cloth before lathering it again. After reaching around his waist, she loosely wrapped the washrag around Ken’s cock and stroked his shaft around the terrycloth material.
“Mmm, that’s better.” He almost sounded like a happy cat purring.
“Now, I’m feeling left out.” Tommy pointed to his dick as he leaned in to kiss Trisha’s shoulder. She mewed as he trailed kisses up to her neck. She ran her palm down Tommy’s buff chest, lingering to finger through the patch of coarse curls below. Her gaze darted up and down his form, feasting on Tommy’s hard body while her hand caressed his dick. She played with his long thick shaft as if she had a new toy, measuring the weight in her hand before running a fingertip down its generous length to test for sensitivity. Surprisingly light despite its log-like mass, Tommy’s cock felt smooth and supple against her palm with a few veiny vines here and there. She moaned, enjoying the sensation of having a cock in each hand.
Tommy’s warm and heavy breath covered the column of her neck and collarbone as he leaned in and peppered their juncture with kisses. Enraptured, she tightened her grip on both of their shafts. Ken’s fit nicely in her grip and twitched in gratitude. Tommy’s girth strained the stretching capacity of the ligaments between her thumb and forefinger, but all the same, his dick obediently danced to the beat of her rhythm, trembling against her fingers. Tommy sat upright, his eyes hooded as he stared at her. Both men seemed to have relaxed into the groove, allowing their energy to flow freely to her and merge. The implication sent a wave of arousal straight between Trisha’s legs.
“I think we’re all clean.” Her voice sounded different due to her ragged breath. After grabbing a towel for her, Tommy helped her to her feet and out of the tub. Ken followed, reaching for his towel. Before she knew what was happening, the two men had surrounded her, four hands hungrily stroking her body. Tommy stood behind her, cupping her ass, pressing his fingertips into her plentiful flesh. Nearly a foot of distance separated them, but his erect cock nudged into her back. Ken held her around the waist pushing his lips against hers. She clung to him, filling herself with his breath as her breasts crushed against his chest and the heated, skin-to-skin contact melded them together.
Trisha encircled Ken’s neck with her arms while breaking the kiss. She leaned her head back onto Tommy’s chest. “Ah, I could get used to this.” She cooed for more. After taking her hand, Ken walked backward, leading her into his bedroom. She smiled. “I like where this is going, but it’s dark.”
“I’ll grab the candles and condoms.” Tommy lingered behind to take care of business. Her skin still a tad damp, Trisha relied on Ken to know his way around his room in the dark. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand trailed down her arm toward her trembling palm. She whimpered as their fingers entwined unable to stop her legs from wobbling. Like jumper cables connecting two batteries, a jolting current seemed to flow between them. Her engine had been revved up and her hips absently bucked as she quaked. She placed her palm on the mattress before climbing aboard on her knees and taking her place beside him. Tommy entered with three lit tealights balancing in his large palms, and the corner of the last wrapper on a long train of condoms clenched between his teeth.
“No potential for that to end badly.” Ken chuckled, shaking his head. Tommy shot him one of his irresistibly charming smiles, allowing the condoms to fall on the bed before distributing the candles between the nightstand and dresser and then hurrying back to the bathroom for the rest. Once Tommy returned, he arranged the rest of their lighting before he scooted onto the bed next to Trisha.
She tensed her stomach muscles while licking her lips. “How should we start?”
You just lie back and relax. Ken and I live to serve you.” Tommy’s voice brimmed with confidence. Trisha reclined backward between her two lovers, studying their faces as best she could in the dim candlelight. Ken’s intense stare devoured every inch of her, whereas Tommy lowered his chin as if bowing his head, his lips everted in a seductive pout. Her entire body trembled, craving their hands and lips on her flesh. Her breath hitched as the building expectation grew nearly intolerable. They moved on her simultaneously in a flurry of movement. She shivered as they attacked, their lips, fingertips, palms, and tongues lavishing her with attention, a mix of sensations feeding her desire.
Ken caressed one of her stiffened nipples between his thumb and forefinger while his tongue lapped at its twin, his lips engulfing the swollen bud and eliciting a sensual prickle over her skin. Tommy’s taste buds tickled against her navel before he peppered fluttering butterfly kisses down her tummy. She tightened her quaking abdominal muscles. He puckered his lips forming a small O and his breath breezed over
