Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

From then, each time she brought a plate of toast or bacon, one or the other of them would have his hands or mouth on her tits. Or sometimes they both would.

By the time they finished breakfast, they were looking at her in such a way that she knew that shower sex wasn’t the only fuck she was going to have this morning. As she stood to start clearing dishes, Kevin shoved his chair back from the table. When she turned around from the sink, he had his dick out, and it was reaching for the ceiling. “Take your skirt off. My cock hasn’t had your pussy yet, and I want to watch it fuck you.”

She stopped, her hands grasping the sink behind her, and looked at Rowen in question.

“Go ahead, baby. I want you to do what Kev wants, just like you would for me.”

“You don’t care if he fucks me?”

“I want him to,” he assured her. “It turns me on.” She could see his cock was hard, and he started to rub himself.

Annabelle looked from one man to the other, wanting what they were offering, drawn to it, at the same time unable to believe what she was considering.

Slowly she slid the zipper of her skirt down and let if fall. She left her vest on because Kevin hadn’t said anything about taking it off. That seemed to be what he wanted, because when she went to stand in front of him, he used her nipples to pull her down on him. When she settled on his lap he fondled them with his hands and mouth.

He had her centered right over his cock, and he tugged more to get her to move lower. She stopped when the big head of him got to her opening. She was still a little sore after being stretched by that bottle of almond oil. He watched her, knowing, challenging.

Ro whispered behind her. “Do it, baby. Let him fuck you.”

Kevin rolled her tender nipples between his fingers, making her moan. Gradually, she lowered herself over him. He filled her, stretching and burning, inch after inch.

When she was all the way seated, Kevin let out a loud groan. “Hell, Ro. Her cunt is just as tight as her ass. I’ve never had anything like it. Come here, puss.”

He tugged at her nipples again and brought her mouth to his. He French-kissed her as he started to rock his hips, reaching deeper into her and rubbing his pubic bone against her clit. He let go of her mouth and dropped his head back, grunting as he flexed more forcefully into her.

“Get over here, Ro,” he said. Then he spoke to her. “I gave you your first ass-fuck, puss. Now you’re gonna get your first double-fuck.”

Annabelle was already so full, impaled as she was on Kevin’s big cock, she could barely process his words. She rolled her head then dropped it back, arching to make the most of his hands on her tits.

“That’s it, puss.” Kev slid his hips lower on the chair and spread his legs open. That splayed her out, and he grabbed her ass cheeks and opened her up further. “I got her ready for you, Ro. Lube up with some of that butter and get your cock up her ass. We’ll see how she likes two cocks filling her up.”

Kevin lifted forward to nip at her tits, sucking them hard. She heard Rowen move behind her. She felt his breath and then his teeth scrape over her neck. Then she felt his fingers lubing up her asshole just like Kevin had done before. She shuddered when he touched her.

“Rowen,” she said, uncertain.

“It’s okay, baby. You can take us both. I can’t wait to fuck your ass. It was such a fucking turn on, watching Kev ream you in the shower. I’d have done it weeks ago, if I’d known how much you’d love it.”

All the while he talked, Kevin drew on her nipples and rocked his cock into her. And Ro was stimulating her ass with his fingers, circling, then dipping in, then stretching her.

“Tell me you want it, baby.”

“Yes, yes,” she said, not believing they could both fit inside her but begging for it anyway. Ro was right. She had loved what Kevin had done to her in the shower.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Ro.”

“Where, baby? Tell me where you want it. Say it.”

“In the ass, Ro!” She couldn’t take it. Kevin’s cock in her, his mouth on her tits, were already driving her over. “Hurry! Ass-fuck me!”

He did what she asked then, pressing at her, every bit as big as Kevin was. Kev had his hands on her ass, pulling at her so she was already a little open. Ro hovered, distending her opening. In just a minute, he had his big cockhead right in her sphincter. It was so incredibly tight, with Kevin already stretching her pussy to the max.

“Oh,” she cried. Suddenly she wasn’t sure this was such a good idea.

“Fondle her clit, Ro,” Kevin advised. “You’ve got to keep her hot.”

“You do it,” Rowen replied. “I’ll take care of her ass.”

“Got it.” Kevin let go of her ass and turned his attention to her front. He slipped one hand down between them and started knuckling her clit. With the other, he pulled on her nipple.

Unexpectedly, Annabelle felt a slap on her ass. First one, then another, harder. With the third, she felt Rowen push all the way into her.

She whimpered at the same time Kevin groaned. “Fuck, she’s tight. I can feel you stretching her. Go ahead, man. Do her.”

Ro didn’t need any encouragement. He grasped her hips and started pounding into her. She was stretched tight around Kevin, her clit battering against his knuckles every time Ro rammed into her. Ro was growling behind her, hard breaths that matched his equally hard thrusts. Hoarse, blunt words came in the same rhythm. “I fucking love your ass, baby. Come for me. Come while I’m fucking your ass.”

Kevin watched with a grin while she lost it. He moved his knuckles faster, vibrating her into a screaming climax. He flicked her nipple then grasped it and shook her whole breast with it. His cock filled her, and Ro did, too, thrashing his last fucks into her as he started coming hard. He slapped her ass again at the peak of her orgasm, and she collapsed onto Kevin as Rowen finished, soothing his softening dick out of her.

She still had one big hard cock in her, though. Kevin had held back while Ro had his fun. She was practically comatose over him when he started flexing into her again.

“No,” she said. “No more.”

He rubbed her ass, gently stimulating that place Rowen had got stinging. “Yes, puss,” he said. “You know we’re not done here.”

Still filling her, he stood up, keeping her impaled on his hard pike. He stayed inside her even has he laid her on the table. “Come on, Ro,” he instructed. “Go around the table and hold her legs for me.”

Rowen got up, tucking his soft but still long and thick dick into his jeans. He went and stood behind her, grabbed behind her knees, and pulled her legs up and open. “There, Kev,” he said. “I’ve got her ready for you. Go ahead and pump her. I love watching your cock sink into her. Make her come again.”

“I’ll make her come, but I don’t want to fuck her yet. I want to suck pussy first.” He pulled out of her and hooked a chair around with his foot. He sat, her cunt before his face like it was a feast just for him.

And it was. He seemed like the taste of pussy just as much as Rowen did. He tongued her then sucked her, both her clit and her pussy.

Annabelle would have thought it impossible, but he had her climbing toward another orgasm within minutes. She was writhing, nearly coming again as he drove her. In her head, she was chanting the word
no
. But she heard it herself, as the word came out. “Yes, yes.”

Then Kevin pushed four fingers into her and put his thumb up her ass.

“Ow,” she said. “No, ow, ow.” But maybe that came out as
yes
, too. In just another minute, it wasn’t bad. It was good, very, very good. Kevin stood, laughing, and took his hand out of her to feed his cock in.

Rowen pulled her legs back further, letting Kevin have all of her. “That’s it, buddy. Fuck her hard. She’s ready for it.”

Kevin sank all the way into her, holding there while he rubbed her breasts and took hold of her nipples. Then he thrust hard, shoving into her so her nipples tugged against his hold. He quickened his pace until it was a frenzy, him filling her, stretching her with his breadth so that each time her clit was stimulated, and pulling her nipples.

Every part of her throbbed, an exquisite pain-pleasure that had her crying and bucking as he drove her to orgasm. She lifted from the table, digging into Rowen’s arms, as she started screaming. It felt like it went on forever, so that when she collapsed after, she was barely aware of Kevin’s own shouts of triumph as she came and then he followed, tearing into her, spasming hot blasts of semen deep inside her.

* * * *

Rowen carried her to bed, though he wasn’t at all sure she was sentient enough to know it. He laid her down, running soft kisses over her lips, her cheek.

“You did great, baby. You took both of us, took care of both of us. You’re one fucking hot piece of cunt.” He gently rubbed her tits, where her nipples were chafed and reddened, and then licked his tongue over where he’d spanked her ass red.

“You rest up. Kevin has rehearsal this afternoon, and I have rehearsal and then a show. Come to the theater at five and we’ll take you to dinner before my show time.”

He turned her head toward him, saw her eyes roll open a bit. She might have nodded her understanding.

“Kevin will be home with you this evening. Don’t let him fuck everything out of you. I’m going to want more of your hot pussy when I get home.”

Kevin was already backstage with Rowen when Annabelle got to the theater. Rehearsal had just ended and a lot of the actors and crew were still milling about. Ro welcomed her as he always did, with a hot kiss and a less-than-subtle grope. Initially, it had made Annabelle self-conscious in Rowen’s professional workplace, but soon she saw the advantage of it, and his intent. He was taken, he was saying, entirely happy about it, and entirely satisfied. After a while, most of the fucking-their-way-to-the-top actresses—or actors—stopped hitting on him.

She didn’t know what they’d make of it now, when Kevin took her in his arms after Rowen and gave her exactly the same kind of greeting. When he finished, both men were grinning at her, and they walked out of the theater arm in arm, Annabelle in between the two hottest men there.

It had taken her a while to trust that a man of Ro’s general hotness, a man of his extreme sexual appetites, could be happy and content with her. He was a man surrounded daily by beautiful,
easy
women. But he’d been so steadfast, so obviously committed to her, so always wanting her, that she’d come to accept it, to trust him. She was entirely certain that he’d not been with another woman, not wanted another woman, since they’d met.

Now, he seemed to want to share her with a second major stud, and stud number two seemed up for it as well. Go figure. She could spend her time worrying that it wouldn’t work out, or she could just fucking enjoy herself. Or enjoy herself fucking, whichever was the situation.

When she’d woken from a long nap today—her two studs had, in fact, taken a lot out of her that morning—she’d come awake with a memory. It was one of those things that happened when you were young and then, when you were older, a new interpretation of it clicked into place.

She remembered that when she was around seven, her father had brought home a friend from work. She recalled that first dinner they’d had together. The adults had shared a couple bottles of wine. There was a lot of laughter, and she remembered thinking that her mother kind of sparkled. And her father watched her with more than the usual amount of intent.

It was subtle. Her parents always enjoyed each other. They often laughed during dinner, and her father always doted on her mother. But this felt different. The adults seemed excited and very happy, and for the first time, Annabelle felt a little left out of the fun.

The man, whose name was Bill, left very late that night. Annabelle, from her room at the front of the house, heard him start up his car. He came again several times in the next couple weeks. And, finally, he didn’t leave at all.

Her mother said he’d lost his apartment and needed a place to stay. Since he worked with her father, it made sense for him to move in with them. The men would be able to drive to work together. They put Bill in a bedroom near their own, rather than the nicer spare bedroom that was next to Annabelle’s.

Bill had stayed for several years, until she was eleven or twelve. He left when his job was transferred to the West Coast. Though she knew she wasn’t supposed to see, she remembered the hug her parents had given him when he left. Her mother was in the middle, hugging Bill and crying. Her father was behind, also hugging Bill but more supporting his wife. Bill and her mother were kissing. Deeply.

The household sparkled less when he was gone. Her mother was a little quieter, a little sadder.

When she was fifteen, Annabelle came home from her usual two weeks at summer camp. Her ride had come a little early and when she was dropped at home, her parents were in the front yard. They were giving Bill that same kind of hug. He got into a cab just as she arrived.

Thinking about it now, she realized that her first experience at camp occurred that very summer after Bill left. She suspected now that Bill spent two weeks with her parents every summer. And, after she went off to art school, her parents started taking winter vacations in California.

It all clicked. Two men had shared her mother.

She’d lain in bed, sore and tender in all the spots her two lovers had put to such good use, and wondered if her mother had ever woken from a nap, feeling exactly the same way.

The thought, that newly reconstructed memory, had made her feel better. Maybe it wasn’t so bizarre, that she could love and want two men, and that they might love and want her. Maybe it was more like, oh, a family trait, like her blue eyes. Maybe she should count her blessings. She’d found her men when she was twenty-seven. Her mother must have been about forty when Bill found his way home to her.

So if she got to walk down Broadway with two hot men taking turns fondling and kissing her, well, hot damn, was all she had to say about it.