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

already—not just physically, but in her mind, too. Things had happened that she’d never decided to let happen. She’d never made a conscious decision to lie between their big beautiful shafts and suck them so brazenly. She’d never made a conscious decision to bring their cocks together the way she had, to make them move against each other whether they wanted to or not. The reckless wantonness had seemed to spread through her like a disease, taking her over, making her surrender every ounce of the self she knew to make way for the sexual being she had become with them.

And yet, like everything else she’d experienced with Jack, she didn’t regret it, couldn’t regret it. He’d opened so many doors to her, and this, tonight, was simply following her body’s lead, succumbing to her darker self. A self that seemed to drive Jack mad with passion, a self that reveled in all she was experiencing, so how could she harbor regrets as she lay sandwiched between two muscular male bodies? She couldn’t—that simple. She could only drink it in, experience still more of it and let the freedom of it fill her with hedonistic joy.

She kissed Jack—a series of soft, sexy tongue kisses—as both men ran their strong hands over her receptive body. No curve went untouched, unexplored—and twice the amount of sensation from any normal liaison flooded her sensitive body.

Jack’s big, beautiful cock was nestled against her pussy, warm and arousing. Behind her, Ty’s rubbed in the center of her ass, creating an indelible friction when she moved against them both. Sweet sensation from the front, from the back, front, back, front, back—more, I need so much more.

Her slick movements brought Jack’s cock deeper into her slit until finally it lodged just where she wanted it, against her clit. Behind her, Ty’s hard shaft eased against her time and again, slowly moving lower, lower, one sweet gentle thrust against the little fissure of her ass, and then lower still, until he was pushing against her opening and finally got inside. She cried out lightly at his entry—that immediate filling-up always caught her off guard with a combination of shock and sheer pleasure.

The way the three of them moved together was just as passionate as either of their earlier encounters, yet slower, more controlled. There was something soft about it, as if they’d grown used to the combination of three now and could settle into a more leisurely sort of fucking.

To kiss Jack as another man fucked her was unbelievably sensuous. She thought he felt it, too—their kisses took on a new life, a new meaning somehow. Whereas once they’d not kissed so much, now a kiss seemed the ultimate form of affection.

Of course, having his cock wedged against her clit so tightly was what really drove her toward orgasm. But no, she thought—it wasn’t just that. It was all of it. It was being filled by Ty, it was having her pussy so gently assaulted from both directions, it was the very act of welcoming two men to her body at once, it was the sharing. Between her and Jack. Just as when she’d been with the strippers at Club Venus—so much of her pleasure had been about simply sharing it with Jack, simply experiencing it along with him.

When she came, it was long and somehow gentle yet intense. She leaned her head back, moaned her release, drank in the sensations of each man thrusting at her as the orgasm radiated out through her body. Low, searing pulses echoing through her like sonar. Yes, yes.

Ty came next, just after her, pulling out with a hot groan that rippled all through her, murmuring, “Now, now…ah yeah. Yeah.” She practically growled when his semen spattered her in three hot bursts, and she relished his labored breath when he finally rolled to his back behind her, spent.

The moment Ty withdrew, she wanted Jack inside her. But she didn’t even need to say it—they all three seemed to know the final act of this play would be his. She rolled gently to her back in Ty’s arms. He wrapped around her, held her breasts in his hands, as Jack parted her legs. He reached between her thighs, up under, to her ass, and his fingers came away wet with white fluid, which he smeared on one breast. Another swipe and her other breast was wet—he left Ty to rub it in as he pushed his strong cock into her cunt.

Oh God—having Jack inside her felt so immensely right. Being fucked by Ty had been wonderful, but Jack was the man who had freed her, and taken such wonderful care of her. Jack was the man she was in love with. His big, beautiful shaft pumped into her hard and sweet as he kissed her—her mouth, her neck. His hands roamed her hips, sides, finally gripping firmly onto her breasts, still damp with Ty’s come.

“This won’t take long, chere,” he breathed close to her ear. “Too much excitement tonight.”

“That’s all right,” she promised. “Just fuck me hard and deep and don’t stop until you explode.”

At her prodding, Jack’s cock pounded into her with even more force. She cried out with each punishing stroke, caught in a place of near pleasure/pain he fucked her so intensely. Above her, his teeth were clenched, his eyes feral slits of darkness. She spread her legs wider, wanting more and more of him inside her—deep, hard.

“Oh!” she whimpered when one of Ty’s hands dropped from her breast to her pussy. Yes, yes, he rubbed her clit as Jack pummeled her with the most severely pleasurable fuck of her life. “Mmm,” she moaned as Ty’s fingers moved in brisk, vigorous motions over her clitoris. “God, yes,” she breathed, thinking—soon, soon, oh, she was going to come, so damn hard.

“Is that good, baby, the way you like it?” Ty asked from behind.

“Mmm, yes!” She fucked his fingers as much as she fucked Jack’s cock, and the idea of his hand