She Said Yes! (3 page)

“Johnny?” Marianne prompted.

With a whimper, his eyes slipped shut. His hips thrust his cock into Ben’s grip, and one word escaped his lips. “Please.”

Leaning down onto the arm of the couch, Marianne angled her elbows in towards her belly to push her breasts towards Johnny. To her surprise, he leaned back, his head on Ben’s shoulder, and instead it was Ben who surged forward, mouth open, seeking one pert nipple. When his hot lips kissed her skin, his wet tongue slid around and over and under her teat, suckling it as he fisted Johnny’s dick.

“Yes, yes,” Johnny moaned, head lolled against Ben’s neck. Marianne felt his warm breath tickle her chest and she ran a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails, before turning him towards her. She guided him easily towards her other breast and he latched on, hungry for her.

The two worked in disconcert, Ben nipping and tugging while Johnny sucked greedily. Ben’s hands worked both his cock and Johnny’s, and Marianne reached down to help, reaching for his fat dick to see for herself the heft and breadth of it. Like a thick sausage, it filled her hand completely, and Ben let go to give her full rein. With expert moves, she stroked up and down the short length, feeling it grow beneath her attentions. Gingerly she tickled her nails over his tender balls, then under them, then up his length, over the mushroomy tip, and down again, before she grasped him fully a second time.

He gasped, letting her breast fall from his mouth to plant a wet kiss on Johnny’s cheek. “God,” he sighed, humping into Marianne’s hand. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

She caught his next kiss on her lips. “Show me what you want.”

But when he leaned up for a second kiss, she pulled back and stood. Johnny’s mouth also slipped free from her breast. With a gentle tug on Ben’s dick, she said, “Upstairs. Don’t you think it’ll be more comfortable in our bed?”

The men tripped over each other trying to hurry after her as she led the way to the bedroom.

* * * *

Up the basement stairs to the first floor, then up the stairs to the second, Johnny and Ben followed after Marianne like eager pups hungry for a treat. The upstairs hallway was dark, but she navigated it easily; the guys, not so much. She heard them bumping and stumbling along in their eagerness and had to suppress a grin. Every fiber of her being ached with nervous anticipation. All those times she’d said goodnight to Ben at the front door! If she had only known how much he’d wanted to be invited in, she would’ve been more than willing to open her legs, her heart, her bed. He was the one she fell for first, and no matter how much she loved Johnny, she’d never be able to forget it.

Inside the bedroom, she bypassed the wall switch and headed for the lamp on the table beside her bed. A diffused golden glow illuminated the neatly-made bed—
good boy,
she thought with a smile, silently praising her lover.

Out in the hall she heard a thump, then Johnny muttered, “Damn it the hell!”

Ben sniggered. “Outta my way, you clumsy oaf.”

“She’s
my
girl,” Johnny snapped.

Marianne heard a scuffle as she sank back on top of the bed covers. “And you’re
my
boy,” Ben retorted. “We’re all going to get a piece of each other tonight so slow down before you break something.”

Stifling a grin, she propped herself up against the pillows, bra open so her breasts were exposed, one knee raised to make her legs look long and lean against the dark comforter. The men fell through the hallway in their haste to join her, Johnny first but Ben with an arm around his chest, trying to hold him back. Somewhere between the basement and the bedroom, their clothes had been stripped away. Everything was gone—T-shirts, jeans, underwear, socks. Nude muscles flexed and rippled; Johnny’s skin looked almost smooth beneath his downy blond fuzz, while dark hair covered Ben’s chest and arms and thighs like a pelt.

Marianne’s gaze was drawn to their waists. Rather,
below
, where ruddy balls hung low under thick curls. Johnny’s were the same sandy shade as the hair on the top of his head, and Ben’s were as black as night. From their pubes, their cocks jutted like exclamation points, demanding her attention. When they jostled each other in their bid to be the first to reach the bed, their dicks bobbed and dove, bumping their thighs and bellies and each other. The sight made Marianne’s cunt clench with desire.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Crawling forward on her hands and knees, she met them at the end of the bed and reached out, one hand angling for each man’s hard shaft. She guided Johnny’s into her first—her lover’s familiar musk filled her nose and throat as he thrust between her lips, and his taste made her mouth water. Heavy and firm, like velvet-wrapped steel, his cock filled her completely, the same way it always did. She pulled back and sucked the tip, the way he liked, tracing the head of his cock with her tongue and flicking over the slit until she tasted salty pre-cum. With one hand, he cradled the back of her head as he thrust into her, a small sound escaping him. “Uh uh uh, yeah, baby, yeah,” he moaned softly.

With practiced moves, she sucked his dick as she stroked Ben’s. When Johnny’s voice dried up, she glanced at her lover to find him lost in a soulful kiss with his best friend. Ben had one arm around Johnny’s shoulders and tweaked Johnny’s nipple with his free hand while they made out, lips pressed together, tongues dancing, breath intermingling in heated, muffled grunts. Switching sides, Marianne took Johnny’s saliva-slicked dick in her hand and kneaded it to keep him interested while she turned her attention to Ben’s fatty.

His was a completely different experience for her, and she loved it. The cockhead wasn’t as flared as Johnny’s; in fact, the whole shaft was about the same size as his dick, and once she had it between her lips, she could appreciate the full size of it. Not long, but thick and heavily-veined, with a sexy scent all its own that seemed to reach down and grab hold of her clit. She took in the entire length, her lips kissing the hair at the base of his shaft, and felt the plum-like tip tickle the back of her throat as Johnny’s wet cock slid against her cheek, looking for a second round.

“I want you both to come on me,” she said suddenly, releasing them to roll onto her back.

She looked up at them, past their glistening cocks, and grinned at the look of surprise on their faces. “Here,” she said, patting the space between her bare breasts, which had slid to either side of her chest, nipples pointed up.

Before either Johnny or Ben could reply, Marianne leaned back and licked Ben’s balls, then turned to Johnny and did the same. “Come on,” she said, one hand on either cock. “Don’t make me do all the work here, boys. Jerk each other off.”

Exchanging grins, they complied. Johnny’s hand replaced hers on Ben’s dick, and Ben took over for her on Johnny’s. She settled for fondling their nuts instead, and slipped a finger or two along the secret, soft skin between their legs, rimming their tight holes with her fingertips. Ben knew what his friend liked, and bent to catch one of Johnny’s nipples in his teeth, tugging and nipping and licking as Johnny gasped in delight. From her vantage point beneath them, Marianne saw the blur of hands slipping and sliding along their stiff dicks, felt the tensing in their balls, and writhed beneath them on the bed. Her tongue darted out, first tasting Ben’s sweaty thigh, then Johnny’s heated sac, then Ben’s damp fingers on Johnny’s dick, then Ben’s first spunk squeezing between Johnny’s fingers as he started to come.

Ben climaxed first, jism spurting from his thick cock to splatter on her breasts. At the sight, Johnny cried out and followed suit, his seed arching a little farther to clump on her belly. Marianne grinned up at them, but she hoped they weren’t
completely
spent, because the fire in her loins still burned and she knew only one—or hell, maybe both—of the now-softening dicks above her would douse it.

* * * *

First, Marianne wanted to clean up a little.

As she headed into the bedroom’s bath, she called out, “You two get it back up but no getting off again without me, you hear?”

The mattress springs squealed as Johnny and Ben climbed into bed. “Hurry back then, hon,” her lover said. “I’m already half-hard watching your fine ass.”

With a laugh, Marianne stopped and gave Johnny a seductive smirk over her shoulder. Hooking her fingers through the strings of her panties, she bent at the waist and, in one fluid motion tugged down her undies to expose her backside. “What about now?”

“Damn, girl.” Ben leered from beside Johnny on the bed, one hand already fisted around his dick. “An ass like that might make me go straight.”

Johnny punched his friend’s arm. “Hey! I thought you liked
my
ass!”

Growling, Ben tackled Johnny and pinned him to the bed. Marianne saw Johnny’s cock twitch as Ben’s dick smeared along his outer thigh, then Ben rolled him onto his belly, head shoved into the pillows, buttocks in the air. “I
love
your ass,” Ben cried, giving Johnny’s meaty ass cheek a playful bite.

Marianne warned them, “Don’t forget to wait for me.”

Ben’s tongue flickered out to taste the puckered hole in the middle of Johnny’s buttocks. The sight of his lips closing around Johnny’s tight center made Marianne’s pussy throb, and she slid a hand down her belly to poke between the lips of her labia at her bare clit. It hummed beneath her fingertip, sizzling with desire and need, and an electric current surged through her at her own touch. It took all the strength she had to pull back—she couldn’t let herself come, either! This would be a collaboration, a concerto in three movements, each of them finding release only in harmony with the others.

From the bed, Johnny gasped in delight. “Oh God, oh yes, oh please, oh please, oh
please
yes,” he sighed, biting at a pillow he held clenched in both fists as Ben rimmed his ass.

Ben pulled back long enough to cast a reproachful glance in Marianne’s direction. “I don’t hear the shower running.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” she assured him.

“As long as you’re not coming yet, either.” With that, he returned to his ministrations, using his hands to spread Johnny’s ass wide while he kissed and sucked and worked the tender skin.

In the bathroom, she left the door open and slipped out of her bra, leaving it on the floor where she dropped her panties. She ran the water in the tub and didn’t even wait for it to warm up all the way before she pulled the curtain and jumped inside. The spray felt good on her, washing away the weariness from the long drive home, but she wasn’t going to linger. All she wanted was to clean the cum off her chest and stomach, and get back to where the action was. She’d worry about a more satisfying shower later.

Still, she couldn’t stop herself from running the soapy loofah down her belly, over her pubes, to rub hard against her aching clit. With her free hand on the wet tiles to steady herself, she gasped as she worked up a lather, rubbing the loofah between her legs until her knees trembled weakly. “Yes,
yes
,” she gasped, careful to keep her voice down below the sound of the water so the guys wouldn’t hear.

But Johnny was getting pleasured by Ben, so why shouldn’t she take matters into her own hands, as well?

Letting the loofah fall to the tub, she slipped a finger into her cunt, then a second, and angled her hips to take them in as far as she could. Her thumb circled her clit furiously as she finger-fucked herself, yes,
yes
. The image of Ben’s lips on Johnny’s anus made her muscles tighten around her knuckles, trying to pull her fingers in farther.
Yes
.

No. She needed this, yes, but she needed more—a
lot
more.

Quickly she rinsed the soap off her body and hands, splashing water on the heated flesh between her legs as if that alone was all she needed to cool off. It wasn’t, far from it, and she ducked her head under the spray to get her hair wet before she cut off the water. The curtain shrieked across the shower rod as she pulled it back, blindly reaching for the towel hanging on the nearby rack. With fast, almost angry motions, she toweled her hair dry, then the rest of her. She cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through the terry cloth, and again the vee between her legs, as well.

She was ready.
Let’s do this
.

Back in the bedroom, Johnny had a pillow under his stomach, another fisted under his chin. His legs were splayed apart, his ass in the air, and Ben knelt behind him, arms wrapped around Johnny’s thighs, tongue deep in his slathered hole. Johnny’s erect dick twitched against his leg, oozing beads of jism that smeared and dotted his skin.

Dropping the towel to the floor, Marianne called out, “Ready, boys?”

Ben rolled onto his back, his thick dick jutting up from the dark hair at his crotch. “God, yes, please,” he sighed as he leaned back against the headboard and stroked himself. “Condoms?”

Marianne pointed at the bedside table. Before Ben could reach for the drawer, though, Johnny was on him, grasping his cock, mouth angling down to take it in. A thrill ran through Marianne as she watched her lover go down on his best friend. His cheeks sucked in as he swallowed Ben down; Ben grasped the nape of Johnny’s and held him in place, thrusting up to meet him the next time he came down. “Yes,” Ben gasped with a moan, fingers threaded through Johnny’s thick hair. “God, that’s good! Yes, yes!”

Quickly Marianne retrieved an already-open box of condoms and a half-empty tube of silicon-based lube from the drawer in the bedside table. While Johnny worked at Ben’s dick, she lathered the lube on her hands and worked it along Johnny’s cock and balls, then lower, behind his nuts back around the spit-slick skin of his anus. She felt his sphincter clench at her fingertip, trying to pull it in, but she flicked over the puckered hole and away, rubbing and smoothing and teasing his thighs wider apart. He lay back, hips on the bed, legs straightening, his arms supporting his upper body over Ben’s crotch as he continued fellating his friend.