French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

slow rhythm she used to fuck Ty with her breasts. Inside, she felt utterly intoxicated, filled with joy and the new freedom that had brought her to this amazing place.

Raising up, she took Ty into her mouth. He moaned. She felt Jack lean around her slightly and knew he was watching her—he used his free hand to pull back her hair, gathering it in one fist, so he could see her lips wrapped around his friend’s hard-on. She kept working at Ty, thrilled by having Jack witness her pleasuring his best friend so intimately.

But finally he released her hair and situated himself more directly behind her. His fingers still glided in and out of her juices and she bucked her hips against them.

Then she felt his cock. It slid between the cheeks of her ass in a pseudo-fucking motion and felt delicious there. Delicious, but within a few seconds, she wanted him inside her, deep, fucking her pussy while Ty fucked her mouth. Two cocks in her—just like Jack had teased her about liking, wanting. She did want it, desperately.

And then finally that sweet, hot cock slipped between her thighs, entering her wetness deep and easy, filling her up so completely that for a brief moment it was overwhelming. She moaned against Ty’s shaft at the impact of taking Jack from behind—a position in which she always felt fuller, each stroke more intense.

As Jack fucked her slow and hard, she sucked Ty in the same tempo, so that both shafts filled her in unison. At first she wondered how long she could go on that way—it was so extreme, so overpowering, to take two large, driving cocks into her body at the same time—but soon she realized she never wanted it to end. She’d never felt anything more forcefully pleasurable. Her body felt made for this, made for the hot rhythm they all fell into, made to give and receive such heady pleasure.

When Jack’s strokes began to come faster, she sucked Ty faster, too. The sultry air was filled with moans from all three of them as the fucking worked toward a rigid peak. Jack was setting the pace now, deciding how fast or slow or hard they moved against each other, and Liz liked giving him that power, knowing her body and then Ty’s in turn would submit to whatever Jack decided. He pounded into her, seeming to give up any control he’d once rendered, and she cried out with each stroke, even as she moved her mouth up and down Ty’s mighty erection.

“Fuck, here I come,” Jack murmured behind her. And then his strokes crashed hard, hard, hard as he released his hot seed into her just as Ty groaned, “Ah…me, too,” and Liz pulled her lips away, immediately aware that she only wanted to give Jack the privilege of coming in her mouth. She aimed Ty’s cock at her chest and felt the warm spurts onto her breasts.

Jack eased her back into his arms and he rubbed Ty’s milky white sperm into her soft globes of flesh. Below, Ty sat up and did the same with Jack’s semen—he cupped her mound and, as the fluid leaked out, massaged it into her pussy. She felt so wet with both of them that she wanted to lie there forever just soaking their come into her sensitized skin.

* * * * *

Jack and Liz stood near the foot of the sofa—Ty lay on it watching them. Jack undid Liz’s dress behind her neck to send the halter straps falling down around her waist. Then he pushed the red fabric at her hips until it dropped to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a miniscule pair of red panties, nude stockings, and sexy-as-hell strappy shoes. She was fucking gorgeous and after what they’d just shared, he knew without doubt that letting her go wouldn’t be the easy task he’d made out to Ty earlier today. When his sweet Liz decided it was time for their fun to be over, he would be left with a hole in his heart. But he refused to dwell on that now. This night, this woman, was too phenomenal.

He slid his thumbs into the elastic curving across her hips and pulled the mesh panties down to reveal that lovely, smooth pussy of hers. He dropped to his knees to help her step free of the g-string, bringing his eyes level with her sweet cunt. He couldn’t resist delivering one long lick up her naked slit, where her clit and pink lips peeked out for him. She shuddered, turning his cock a little harder.

Rising to his feet, he gazed into her eyes and thought he’d melt from the hot desire lingering there, shining on him like emerald flames. He said nothing because no words seemed adequate to describe the connection he felt with her now. He simply took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

Ty followed, watching as Liz slowly undressed Jack. Jack loved the way she peered into his eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, then dropped to her knees to lower his pants. She delivered one light kiss to his cock—already half-erect again—before turning to undress Ty in the same manner.

Jack reached in the shower, turning on the water, then drew Liz inside, Ty entering behind her. They all remained silent—Jack simply handed Ty a sponge and took for himself the soap mitt Liz had enjoyed during their last shower.

“Lift your arms over your head, chere,” he instructed her, watching as she leaned against the shower wall, between the two men, arms held sensually above her. She looked like a European statue, only better, because her beauty was real; she was flesh and blood.

After lathering their sponge and mitt, Jack and Ty both began to wash her, running their soapy shower tools over incredibly soft skin. Jack kneeled, concentrating on her round hips, her narrow waist and slender stomach, her lovely pussy. He glanced up to see