“I think I’m ready.” She rested her upper body against Tommy’s chest, the sultry heat between them seeming to meld them together.
“Deep breath,” Ken warned. Trisha sucked a large gust of air in through her nose as his cock pushed against her ass. She panted as the ring of muscle contracted, allowing the tip’s entry. “Okay?”
“Yes.” She bowed her back for him as much as possible. Ken plunged his shaft deeper, connecting the three of them. She whimpered but soon adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation. “We’re one now.”
“That’s right,” Tommy’s voice vibrated by her ear while he ran his hands up and down her back and shoulders.
While balancing with his knees straddling Tommy’s legs, Ken impaled her rear, finding unexplored territory. He settled his hands on her hips and asked for permission to thrust. Trisha nodded and grunted as she pushed back against Ken’s cock.
Working together as efficiently as any well-calibrated hydraulics system, Tommy undulated his pelvis, driving his cock into her as Ken drew back. As Ken jabbed, Tommy pulled back for the rebound. Their expert timing complemented each other with perfection as they did in all things.
Trisha basked in the oneness, her heart pounding out of control. She dug her fingernails into Tommy’s shoulders, resting her forehead on his chest and allowing her hair to hide her tear-streaked face.
Tommy smelled of a musky mixture of lavender, citrus, and his own body chemistry. Caught up in the men’s slow, sweet, and deliberate movements, she panted and groaned. “Ah, ngh, mmm.”
“Good?” Ken asked.
“Yes.” Her voice had been muffled by a breathy pant. “So good!” She smiled, basking in the shared warmth as Tommy and Ken surrounded, covered, and entrapped her body. The manly scents swirling around her hung in her nostrils as their gentle thrusts rocked her toward blissful exhaustion. She turned her head to rest her cheek against Tommy’s shoulder as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting in time with the motion. The closeness paired with the sweltering heat and the comforting undulation struck her mind blank. Facts and rational thought blurred in favor of passion. Someone’s hands gripped her waist while another set rested on the fleshy globes of her ass. The skillfully performed tango continued within her, dancing her toward the edge of oblivion.
Her climax neared as a hot, heaviness filled Trisha’s chest, and her stomach reacted as if a long thread attached to her orgasm had been gradually wound on a spindle until almost no slack remained—leaving her taut and ready to blow. As she quivered and quaked, her unprepared heart swelled. Love…I’m in love! The notion shocked her. She’d never experienced the mixture of bliss, exhilaration, comfort, and fear, but after having a taste, she’d have to learn the balance required to hold on loosely yet tight enough to form the glue bonding the three together. As her release teetered on the edge, she trembled. “I love you!”
“Which?” Ken’s labored voice stuck in her ear as his sweat dripping down on her back.
“There is only one right now. Three made one, and I love you.” Her body near exhaustion, she clenched her muscles, squeezing both men’s cocks as she shuddered, her frenzied culmination striking like a whirlwind.
Tommy’s jaw tensed as he uttered, “Love you both,” before grunting and driving his shaft upward while gripping her hips, his fingertips compressing her flesh.
“Me too.” Ken increased his speed, hammering into her for a few more strokes before groaning as he came. While huddled together, the three quaked in an orgasmic fusion. Simultaneously, Ken and Trisha collapsed atop Tommy, huffing and puffing. Still panting, Ken removed his spent cock from Trisha’s rear end before he crashed in a heap at the foot of the bed. Tommy seemed reluctant to remove his dick from inside of her, but she assumed his essence had been completely depleted as well. She closed her eyes, panting as she succumbed to exhaustion.
Chapter Eight
September 6, 1996, 8:45 a.m.
DAYLIGHT roused Trisha from a dead slumber. She sat upright, raising her arms above her head, stretching with a yawn. She had to pee like nobody’s business, a task easier said than done while flanked by two hot guys who were fast asleep on the air mattress the three had apparently shared. Ken slept on his side, facing her with an arm around her waist while Tommy rested on his back, his fingers entwined with hers as he held her hand. With great care not to wake him, she freed her digits from his. She surveyed the area, looking for a way to wiggle past Ken and out from under the blanket without falling on her face.
As Trisha began to squirm out of Ken’s grasp, she sucked in her tummy, turning sideways. She had nearly cleared his clutches when she heard his voice. “What’s wrong?”
While meeting his gaze, she crinkled her nose. “I need to use the little girl’s room.”
Ken’s entire body seemed to relax, including the tension on his face. “Okay... Good, I was afraid you were having buyer’s remorse.”
She shook her head. “Never.” Ken slipped out from under the covers and helped her to her feet. He didn’t say as much but he was probably scared she would trip too. “Thanks.” She hoofed it to the bathroom. After taking care of business, she decided to tidy up her appearance and was surprised to find her body remarkably clean and fresh smelling. The boys must have cleaned her up before carrying her to into the den. After brushing her teeth with the toothbrush she kept at their place, she borrowed a hairbrush to banish her lingering bedhead as best she could.
A quick flip of the switch by the door
