Lynne's Love Triangle (7 page)

Kurt muttered something, then moved the camera a few inches to the left. He put his eye to the site and adjusted the tripod to its maximum height near the foot of the bed, looked through the lens again, and tipped the camera a tiny bit down. “Looks like we’re almost ready to go.”

Kurt opened a large zippered case sitting at the foot of the bed and pulled out another tripod and camera. He put the tripod together and fastened the camera to it. “You two about ready for your film debut?”

“Guess so,” Lynne said looking into Troy’s eyes. “Ready, darlin’ Elvis?”

He nodded. “About as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’ll need you to lie down so I can be sure I’ve got all three cameras are set correctly.”

“Three?” Troy searched the room. “Where’s the third one?”

Kurt nodded toward the corner. “Behind the curtain. I just have to move the curtain and sight you two, and we’ll be ready.”

When she walked past Kurt, Lynne gave him a long, sweet kiss and rubbed his cock. “Mmm, nice,” she assured him.

She threw herself down on the bed and spread her legs. “How’s that look? Do you need a close up?”

Kurt frowned. “Looks good enough to eat, and no, we don’t need a close up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, you’re perfect.”

Troy agreed. “Gorgeous.”

Kurt motioned for Troy to look through the lens of the camera. “Oh, God, baby. You are better than gorgeous.”

Lynne sat up and put her feet on the floor. “Are you ready, Elvis?”

He nodded, looking unsure for the first time.

“Good. Hang on to your…hat, shall we say, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kurt groaned, “Why didn’t I know this about you sooner?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m a slut, but I sure do love sex. Lots of sex. Very, very good sex.”

Troy caressed her rump, easing her skirt up over her hips revealing her thong underwear which cut into the crevice between her ass cheeks. She could only imagine what kind of picture she presented.

Kurt muffled a moan, and she laughed quietly to herself. Poor baby was probably going to suffer watching the first go round, but he’d be much happier when it was his turn to join in the fun.

“That’s um.” Kurt’s voice broke, and he swallowed starting his sentence over. “That’s good. Anywhere on the bed is great.” Kurt continued to watch them through the camera lens. Elvis didn’t hesitate. He bent over her frame, his hands moving up over her rib cage to surround her breasts. He cupped them in both hands before playing with her nipples. She knew this was the perfect Elvis for her Christmas party. He was young, hot, and incredibly talented. He knew exactly where and how to touch a woman unlike most young lovers, who needed to be taught what the word “foreplay” meant.

Her nipples tightened to firm buds.

He was fanning the waves of desire with every touch. His hands splayed wide over the expanse of her stomach, enveloping her in his warmth. His fire. His passion. She bucked against him, centering herself under the hard-on Elvis was packing under his skin-tight, ass-cupping jeans. A familiar heat passed through her center to lodge in her pelvis. She wanted to fill the ache with a hot dick, and she couldn’t wait much longer. She had to get one of these men inside of her.

“I just want to get fucked.”

“You probably are fucked. Have you been drinking?”

“No way. I don’t need alcohol to get heated up. I’m totally sober.”

“Good, I want a live woman under me.”

Kurt laughed. “Take my word for it, man. She is sober as a judge and randy as a thirteen-year-old boy. You’re gonna wish she was drunk before she’s done.”

Lynne turned around in Troy’s arms and swiftly undid the zipped pants constraining his member. The giant cock sprung loose and fell twelve inches from his pelvis. Lynne looked down, and her mouth watered. She had never seen a guy with such a huge cock. For a moment, she faltered. Would he even fit? Who the hell cared? She was going to try. “Remember who’s in charge here.”

“I can’t say as I know. So far, you’ve only been a tease.” Elvis’s eyes gleamed, mocking her into action.

She leaned over his cock and licked the length of it. Smooth and hairless. He was perfect. Her hands wrapped around the base, stroking him from front to back. He reacted immediately, growing harder and firmer. It jumped under her careful ministrations. His width was normal in comparison to any of her past lovers. It was his length that was amazing. And at this moment, he was all hers.

She made greedy sounds with her mouth as her lips covered his shaft’s head. She moved up and down over his cock. Back and forth. Her entire body swayed with her as she got more into it. She kept herself steady by bracing her hands on his hips, just below his washboard stomach. He was still mostly dressed, but unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing all the fine details of his body. Elvis worked out. Not only did he look good, he smelled good, too. She couldn’t wait to find out what he tasted like. She could eat him with a spoon.

“I’m going to come,” he warned.

She couldn’t fit him all inside her mouth, but she took as much of him as she could, until the crown of his cock touched the back of her throat. He shuddered, but his fingers held her head still firmly at the base of her neck.

He groaned. “That’s it. Just like that. Suck hard.”

She kept at it, never relenting. Even as he came. Spurts of thick cream filled her mouth and still she sucked.

“Christ woman, you’re going to suck me dry.” His breath left his body in hard, fast pants.

She swallowed the salty liquid pooling in her mouth. Nearly all of his cum, except for a small amount dribbled down the side of her lips, which she wiped away after she released her grip on his cock.

“Fuck me, woman. That was damn fine head.”

Lynne was almost breathless herself, but she presented a false sense of calm. Even though what she felt like doing was ripping off his clothes and getting fucked senseless. “I told you, I was going to wear you out. Now, I’ll have to wait a few minutes to use my new boy toy. I guess we’d better call in the stunt double.”

Elvis was going to need a few minutes to recover, but Kurt was raring to go. She reached for the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a silver-wrapped condom. Her favorite kind with the ultimate in sensation, ribbed for her pleasure. With her free hand, she beckoned him close.

“Your turn, Kurt.” She spread her legs wide in invitation.

“I can’t film and fuck at the same time.”

“Can’t you leave it on auto?” She wondered if he was playing shy because Troy was in the room.

He rubbed his hand against the bulge in his pants before taking the condom she held out to him. He flipped her legs up over his shoulders spreading her out like a buffet before him. “Stay down.”

“Oh please, fuck me. I need some release.” She turned her head to one side, biting the inside of her cheek.

“I’ll give you what you need, but I want my turn to last.” He cupped her mound, and she reacted to his touch immediately, closing her eyes and arching under him. His day-old beard brushed against her thigh. The first kiss was the most agonizing. She wanted it to last, but he denied her. With two fingers, he spread her open and delved inside. His tongue eagerly lapped at her juices, grazing her clit.

She whimpered. “More.” Her eyes caught Troy's in a heated glance. There was fire in his eyes as he watched Kurt take his time and enjoy what she was offering.

Her body trembled, and her insides tightened. Kurt was taking it slow and seemed to be enjoying her body like a fine wine. He suckled her clit, teased her, and when she groaned he slid his fingers in and out nice and slow.

Lynne needed to be freed of what remained of her clothing.

Lynne begged Troy to help her. Kurt ignored what was going on at the top of the bed as he continued to pleasure her. Troy helped remove her shirt by pulling it over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her breasts spilled free, and Troy cupped them in his large hands and paid homage to each one. She writhed under his hands and moaned for more. Kurt's tongue lashing picked up speed, and Troy continued to worship her breasts with hands and tongue.

Kurt grew less tender and more insistent, speeding up the movement of his tongue over her clit to rival any battery-powered toy. She could not endure much more of this double time. She curled her fingers into Kurt’s curly dark hair and pulled him tighter against her open body.

Her pulse pounded in her ears like the drums of war. Her pleas came as whispers. Neither man heeded her urging for completion. The raging oceans of her desire threatened to sweep her away. The coiled pressure building from deep inside her until it was something she couldn’t fight. A tsunami of lust. She could only surrender to her lovers. She whimpered into the pillow next to her as her body was racked with tiny shudders of her waking lust. She stopped breathing for a moment.

“Oh my God!” she screamed, head thrown back in ecstasy. She was overcome with the beauty of their passion and pleasure. Tingly at the tips of her fingers and toes. She didn’t want to think of the number of women Kurt and Troy had pleasured before. What did it matter? She’d experienced pleasure with other men, but this was different.

Why had she waited so long to take Kurt as her lover? He was amazing. She heard the tearing sound of the condom. Opening her eyes just in time to see Kurt roll it on over the tip of his cock. He pushed inside her until he was fully impaled in her. He pulled back until just the tip was inside.

Lynne’s body hummed with need. “Please, Kurt. Don’t torture me.”

Troy kissed her. “What about me? Shall I stop?”

“No. I-I-I-need you both.”

“I told you I wanted more than a wham-bam-thank-you ma’am. Prepare yourself to be thoroughly fucked.” Kurt pushed into her once again. In and out he pressed, building in tempo and pressure. She urged him on, bucking under him, but he stilled her hips with his hands.

She winced as he laughed at her and continued to torture her with slow, hard thrusts. "You're fucking driving me crazy."

Kurt grinned. "Serves you right for making me wait so long for you. You've been torturing me for years. Now it's my turn to torment you."

Troy caught Kurt’s eyes. “Fuck-ing-fantastic.”

Kurt nodded, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long, long time.”

“Well, go for it man.” Troy pinched Lynne’s nipples and then licked them.

She squirmed and squealed and begged for more.

“Too much talking. How bout a little more action?” Lynne growled opening her legs wider. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He thrust hard and deep. “Like this?”

She groaned, matching him thrust for thrust. “Exactly.”

Troy worked his magic on her. His long, talented fingers played her body, caressing and loving. His mouth explored every inch. All the while, she was being fucked. Higher and higher she reached for the heavens in a cascade of emotions until she neared the top of the mountain.

“I’m going to come.” She squealed. “Oh my God. I can’t stand it anymore. I need you so bad.”

“Surrender to it. Let me take you there.” Kurt’s voice was soft, yet entreating.

Kurt. He was her friend. Her lover. Her forever man.

There was no question of her surrendering. She whimpered. “I am yours. Take me.”

He leaned over her, each thrust increasing in power and the look in his eyes was primal. Possessive. Hungry. It thrilled her to the tips of her toes.

She came, and as she did she felt him finally allow himself his release. His entire body tensed as she clenched around his cock. Her internal muscles held him tight, milking every drop of his seed from him. She loosened her grip, and he eased in and out of her several more times before collapsing on top of her.

Both were breathless.

“I thought you said you could go all night.” Troy’s lips curled in an amused grin. Lynne twisted her head to one side. Looking down at his cock. She licked her dry lips. His cock was out of his slacks and pointing straight at her. She watched in amazement as his penis swelled large and hard.

“I assume you’re saying you’re ready for more. Am I right, cowboy?”

“Whenever you are.”

“Drop your pants, and let’s go.”

A second crooked smile tipped his lips before he followed her directive and dropped his pants. “That’s one big, gorgeous hard-on you’re sporting. I hate to think you might hurt me. You wouldn’t would you?” She was experienced, but had never taken on a guy as large as Troy before. She wasn’t afraid, but she felt trepidation.

To cover her unease, Lynne sat up and removed what little was left of her clothing.

“Kneel on the bed,” Troy ordered, and she willingly obeyed.

Troy grabbed her hips and positioned himself behind her, rubbing up against her ass. She wriggled backward. Bubbles of excitement ran rampant through her veins. Lust rose like a cap on a volcano. She couldn’t wait for Elvis to slide his enormous cock into her body.

Tonight was far more than she’d dreamed about. Never had she imagined she’d have two men at her beck and call. Too bad tonight was only going to be a one-night stand. If only sex like this was an everyday occurrence. Instead, the dream would end far too soon. Not many people would be open to accepting the three of them as a couple. People simply couldn’t accept a polygamous love affair.