Ken stirred, rolling onto his side to face them. He reached out, placing his palm on Trisha’s stomach. Tommy repositioned his body, allowing Ken more access. Tommy’s thrust remained strong and steady as Ken traced a figure eight on Trisha’s skin. She cooed, enjoying the added tactile sensation. Ken’s palm trailed past her navel to the swollen bud crowning her slit. He rubbed her clit in a circular motion, stimulating her arousal to new heights. Trisha moaned, no longer in control of her treacherous body and voice. Her men had her unable to lie still, squirming and twittering, overwhelmed by the sexual energy and aching need. Her legs shook, her ass clenched, and she grasped Tommy’s firm but pliable flesh. “Fuck! I’m going to come!”
Her face burned hotter than her body even as her skin sizzled like bacon in a skillet. Tommy drove into her hard as Ken caressed her throbbing bud with increased tempo, sending her body into spasms. As her senses hit overload, Tommy grabbed the base of his condom and pulled out. Trisha clenched her jaw, groaning as a burst of orgasmic fluid followed. She panted like a wild animal. “What the hell was that?”
Tommy chuckled. “A special skill.”
Ken dipped in, planting a kiss on her lips. “No anatomy and physiology lessons right now.”
Tommy smirked. “We just introduced you to your G-spot.”
Trisha panted. “That kicked ass!” As Ken and Tommy devolved into a fit of laughter, Trisha propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze falling upon Tommy’s cock. She pointed at the loaded gun. “What’s going on there?”
Tommy and Ken exchanged looks before sharing more laughter. “Well, sweetheart, that’s an erection. Tommy’s sarcasm would have earned him a kick to the head if he hadn’t just made her come so hard.
Snickering, Ken joined in. “A big one.”
“Jackasses! You know what I’m asking.”
“I held back.” Tommy shrugged, lifting his chin, a smug smile on his lips.
“Should I be scared?” She eyed him cautiously.
“I kind of am,” Ken pointed at Tommy’s pulsing dick. “Keep that away from me!” As the color drained out of Ken’s face, Tommy couldn’t keep a straight face.
“I have plans for this.” Tommy pointed at the twitching cobra before grabbing Trisha by the shoulder and rolling her over. “Get up on your knees, Trish.”
She complied, balancing with her palms and elbows against the mattress while raising her ass higher than her head. She moaned fondly as Tommy’s thick cock penetrated her and pushed back to satisfy her pussy’s craving for more friction. A warm palm rested on her back. “Hold steady.” Tommy’s voice resonated in her ears and guttural noises caught in her throat. Ken, scoot in front of her.”
Huh? Trisha’s addled brain struggled to visualize Tommy’s game plan until she came eye to eye with Ken’s rebounding cock. She smiled, licking her lips, eager to show off her skills and taste Ken’s essence. She tongued the head, pressing the tip against the base, teasing the tiny opening before circling the swelling cap with a dripping swirl. She arched her back more, forcefully grinding back against Tommy as if she were a bitch in heat.
Ken’s erection twitched between her lips as she engulfed the first inch. The pressure of his cock against her tongue and the taste of him made her pussy so wet, cream ran down her thigh. His tawny skin tightened as he surged, recovering further from his recent release. Ken’s moans rang in the air above as she slathered his length with warm saliva while gently suckling. Not missing a beat, she lifted her gaze to witness Ken’s enraptured expression. Feeling empowered, she engulfed him as far as her throat would allow. He groaned loudly, fisting his hand in her hair as she hollowed her cheeks and slurped, drawing on his cock as if the shaft were a straw.
“Holy fuck!” Ken grunted, his eyes closing and his chin lifting before his smile widened.
Tommy gripped her hips, squeezing with enough pressure to let her know who was in charge. He yanked her toward him, driving his cock deep. He bucked his hips in time with the movement of his arms pushing her forward as he pulled back. Over and over again, he fucked with relentless rhythm. Her pussy filled to overflowing with long, fat cock, she groaned each time he tugged her into a mighty thrust, and she gasped for air each time he drew back for another go. She struggled to focus on Ken, mouthing his cock between her gasps and squealing howls.
Tommy repeatedly rammed against her g-spot, his pelvis pounding against her folds as her pussy slurped him as deep as he could go. A third orgasm coiling in her lower belly, her cunt pulsed, hyperaware of every sensation. Her hair hung down on both sides of her face, flying in time with her movements as if curtains blown by the wind. An inferno blazed along her skin. The back of her neck sweltered, only finding relief as Tommy grabbed her mane like a ponytail, lifting the sweat-tinged stands as he pulled them like a rein. His aggressive lovemaking forced all manner of undignified sounds out of her mouth. She arched her back, lifting her hips and raising her chin. Ken’s rigid erection stood tall before her eyes, but she could only writhe in out-of-this-world pleasure.
After releasing her hair, Tommy squeezed his hands into the fleshiness of her hips, ramming her with abandon. She huffed and puffed while she scooted her elbow forward against the sheets. She grasped Ken’s shaft, tilting it toward her face and stretching her neck to regain some control. Tommy slowed, allowing her to engulf Ken’s cockhead with her mouth. She sucked him while she moved her cupped palm up and down his veiny length. Ken’s cock surged, palpating in her mouth. Tommy’s movements remained deliberate and unhurried but forceful, allowing her to keep her control
