Ken’s hips began to pump in time with her motion. She rolled the tip of her tongue up and down the shaft, taking note of every twitch and making use of the information. His cock responded, swelling between her lips. Ken’s hand rested on her head as he howled with pleasure. She hollowed her cheeks and was immediately rewarded by the sound of Ken’s low growling. He grunted as his cock surged, exploding toward her throat. After she swallowed every drop, she licked him clean. As soon as she released Ken’s spent dick, Tommy resumed his previous tempo. She gasped, her haze-covered brain unable to hold on to anything but the sensations brought by the relentless flood of hot, hammering cock coming her way.
Each time Tommy’s pelvis collided with her hips, a satisfying smacking sound accompanied the short-lived union. Trisha focused on the tightening within her belly. Time seemed to slow down and her mind went blank. Vaguely, she could hear the howling. The noise sounded like a banshee clawing at the window, but her raw throat soon forced the realization she, not the hurricane, was to blame. A bubbling, fizzing, electrical current crackled like a livewire beneath her skin as her muscles tensed and contracted. Her knees nearly buckled as she trembled at the feet of the gushing wave of euphoria breaking against her, battering her senses and leaving her body a bedraggled, out-of-breath mess.
She clawed into the mattress as the onslaught continued. Three more strokes and Tommy pulled her back hard, his dick straining to push farther when there was nowhere left to go. A sharp pain mingled with the pleasurable aftershocks, and she cried out. Tommy pulled back, carefully removing his dick. The fullness dissipated, leaving her cunt empty yet sated while her burning body crumbled, against Ken and the mattress. Ken moved, guiding her head to rest on his pillow. Her limbs relaxed, and she pressed the side of her face against the cotton material. Compared to her scorching skin, the fabric felt crisp and refreshing.
The mattress springs shifted beneath Trisha as her boys moved around, repositioning themselves in what way she couldn’t imagine. She drew air in through her mouth, attempting to catch her breath. Her body had betrayed her, turning her into an out-of-control she-wolf, and if her lust didn’t soon relinquish its sway over her, she feared every cell would disperse into tiny bubbles of erotic energy.
Ken stroked her hair as Tommy’s voice assured her the world would soon sync back up with her reality. Blinking, she focused on the blond’s face. He had collapsed next to her, resting on his side. Ken’s voice resounded in her other ear. Encircled by the dynamic duo, thoroughly immersed in their synergy, she closed her eyes.
“No, no,” Tommy scolded her, nudging her to keep her awake.
“Come on, on your feet.” Ken flipped her over on her back. “We’re keeping you up a little longer.” Trisha looked into his dark eyes, losing herself in their steely yumminess. She pressed her lips together, nodding breathlessly. Tommy hopped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a cool, damp washrag. He dabbed the cloth against her fiery skin, starting with her face and steadily working downward to clean her wilting flesh.
“Tinkle.” Her dry throat made her sound like a frog croaking. Tommy and Ken snickered at her choice of terms, but they snapped to attention, helping her stand. Each man clasping one of her hands, they led the way, twisting their three-astride line to fit through the bathroom door. The emergency flashlight left plugged into an electric socket provided the only light in the small room. Tommy turned on the faucet as Trisha sat down on the toilet. “Out.” She pointed toward the door. As much as she loved those two, some things were better left to the imagination.
The two backed up and out of the room before closing the door upon exit. After Trisha took care of business, she washed her hands and took a moment to freshen up a bit more. Once she was finished, she opened the door and let them back inside. Tommy, who had no qualms about draining his bladder in front of her and Ken, quickly relieved himself.
Ken unscrewed the cap from the mouthwash before rinsing the makeshift cup out and refilling with water. He handed the tiny refreshment to Trisha, and she accepted, drinking down every drop. For the next few minutes, the three of them rehydrated and refreshed their bodies in preparation for round three.
The three bashfully stole glances at one another, snickering between the exchanging of sweet kisses. Ken’s tongue explored Trisha’s mouth, slowly savoring her before breaking away. Their lines of vision locked briefly before his cheeks flushed and he looked away. After placing a finger under his chin, Trisha forced him to look her in the eye before landing a peck on his lips. Tommy craned his neck to kiss her shoulder. As he raised his head, he removed a hand from Trisha’s waist and combed his fingers through Ken’s hair while leaning in and giving his lips a gentle peck. Trisha held her breath, half expecting Ken to freak out, but he allowed Tommy’s small gesture of affection. A searing lightning bolt of arousal struck Trisha’s core. “Fuck! That is so hot!”
Tommy’s head flew back, his blond locks swinging as he laughed. Ken simply snorted, shaking his head as he said, “Dork.” While poking out her bottom lip, she pouted. “No, noooo, no!” Ken crinkled his nose as he bent his knees, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her over his shoulder. Tommy stepped out of the way, allowing Ken to haul her into the opposite room.
She laughed as he dropped her, allowing her to bounce against the mattress. “We’re jacking up Tommy’s bed, too?” She surveyed the twin-size.
“Yep!”
