Thanks a Million (3 page)

She noticed a quiver in Dana’s hands and voice. “I have an idea. You can say no if you want, but I thought we could do something different to celebrate the holidays. What would you think—“

“You want Stuart to fuck me!”

She sensed the tension in him. “Well, yes. Me too. We would both fuck you.”

“
Yes
.”

“It would make you feel real…Did you say
yes?”

“
Yes
, I said yes.” Her lips crushed against his and her long nails dug into his tight ass. “Thank you. It’s my fantasy.” She took his hand and led Dana into the once familiar territory of Stuart’s exquisite bedroom.

Stuart handed her a vase containing at least two dozen deep red roses, and kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas Fallon. Dana and I have a very special Christmas present for you tonight.”

She raised a brow and tilted her head. “So it would seem. And how are we to start this
ménage a trois?
”

Stuart replied, “It’s your present. We’d like you to decide. Right Dana?”

“Right Stu.”

She glided over to the dresser. “I think I’d like to stand here at the mirror between the two of you as you dispose of my burdensome clothing.”

She dizzied as they surrounded her. Their burgeoning erections pressed through her cocktail dress, into her abdomen and derriere. Her stomach flipped over as the reality of her situation sunk in. She was about to get a royal
fucking
.

Facing Dana, Fallon circled her arms around his neck and leaned in.

His lips brushed against hers and sucked on her lower lip. His moist tongue, seeking entrance, pushed between her lips. Her pulse increased as his tongue slipped into her mouth and united with hers.

Her hands rose to his head, where her fingernails dug through his thick hair.

Her heart raced and she could feel the blood gushing in her ears. Her pussy felt slick with crème. She’d become so aroused, all she could think of was big, fat, sexy cocks—Stuart’s and Dana’s cocks.

From behind, Stuart had raised the skirt of her cocktail dress and his hardness buggered the crack of her ass. He nuzzled and kissed the crook of her neck, looped his arms around her rib cage, and kneaded her breasts.

Warmth built under her skin and deep in her womb.

His minty breath sent shivers through her as he whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to feast on that sweet, prime pussy of yours. Do you still have that little red thatch of pussy hair?”

She watched in the mirror as Dana unzipped the side of her strapless gown. After their lips parted and he pulled the upper part of her gown free, she turned and embraced Stuart. “Since you orchestrated this little interlude, we will start our liaison with your head between my legs and your fabulous tongue in my pussy. Yes, my red landing strip is still there to direct you. God, I can’t wait.”

Stuart’s arms crushed her breasts against his chest. “And I’m going to suck every ounce of sweet crème out of your pussy.” His tongue entered her mouth and teased her tongue as he pushed her dress and panties down to her thighs.

Dana took over, dragging them to and over her four inch spiked sea green heels.

She thrilled at the feeling of her naked breasts pressed into Stuart’s tuxedo while the length his hardness pushed against her naked abdomen and Dana’s erection poked her ass. She sighed, realized there seemed to be something decadently erotic about getting dressed to the nines, only to irreverently dispose of your clothes to engage in hot, sweaty, licentious sex.

When Stuart lowered his mouth to one of Fallon’s breasts, his moist lips absorbed her swollen nipple, she sighed at the twittery pleasure of his sucking lips and active tongue. With closed eyes, Fallon lolled her head back and raised an arm back, urging Dana on as he tattooed her neck and shoulder with wet kisses.

Dana snaked an arm around her waist, between her legs and slid two fingers into her sweltering, juiced-up pussy.

Tingling sensations multiplied in her core and coursed throughout her body as she shamelessly pushed herself into his naughty fingers.

The achy anguish in her pussy persisted. She needed something long and stiff inside her, but first she needed Stuart’s wet, satiny tongue in her slit. Fallon led her lovers toward the bed and lowered herself on the edge. As she gazed upward at her playthings, she reclined, spread her legs, and massaged a red tipped finger along her clitoral sheath. Singling out Stuart with a raised brow and a hitch of her chin, she suggested in a sultry tone, “You can dine on me, but you both are overdressed for the occasion.”

Fallon watched in amusement as her two lovers disrobed in record time. Her gaze gravitated to their long, thick, shafts that would soon be…wherever she wanted them.

Stuart, grabbed a pillow from the bed, placed it on the floor between her legs and knelt upon it. Her legs draped off the bed at the knees. He pulled her toward him until her bottom rested at the edge of the bed and spreading her legs, he rested her heels on his expensive bedspread.

Kissing Fallon’s lips, Dana lifted her head and slid a pillow underneath. His large hands roamed and caressed her entire body. “Have fun, Sweetheart.”

When Stuart ran his tongue up the hollow between her feminine folds, Fallon writhed and gasped. Her heartbeat raced out of control when his warm wet tongue detoured deep into her carnal opening and she could feel the blood rushing through her clit. These two men aroused her much more together than they ever did individually.

Stuart’s tongue circled the tip of her swollen pearl, and her body heat soared as if she were lying in the warm Vegas sun. He raised his head enough that she could see a slight smile on his handsome, debonair face. “Do you like that?”

She gazed beyond her husband, who now sucked earnestly upon her upright nipple, to Stuart’s smiling face. “Oh yeah, baby. Give me an orgasm to die for with your tongue. After that, I want you and Dana’s cocks in me all night long.”

Stuart flashed a mischievous smile, then blew on her clit and wiggled his tongue directly above it, sending shivers up her spine. When his lips parted over her ravenous bud, she swallowed and held her breath. He lapped between her inner labia from anus to clit, stoking the flame that already burned hot within her.

She sucked in a short, deep breath as his tongue flicked across her clit and bucked her hips.

As Stuart reamed two fingers into her hot, slick recess, she reveled in the erotic sensations that surged through her.

Dana nipped her hard, swollen nub and tugged playfully upon it. She groaned and bit down on her lower lip. “Jesus, that feels good,” she cried, as she raked her fingers through Dana’ thick locks.

Substituting a finger and thumb for his tongue and lips, Dana quipped, “How is that redheaded pussy, Stu?”

Snickering, with his mouth hovering directly over her hungry clit, his lips and chin wet with her juices, he posed a wicked smile. “I love it. Fallon has a sweet pussy and I adore the way she writhes and moans when I suck on her little pearl.”

Stuart latched onto her clit, alternating sucking and flicking his tongue over it, while the fingers from her free hand raked through his hundred-dollar haircut.

Moaning, Fallon squirmed and arched her back in response, grinding her hot sex against Stuart's face as she pressed Dana's head against her breast.

Stuart encircled Fallon’s thighs with his arms, edging his right hand along her trimmed pubis to her clit, where he massaged and tapped it with his middle finger. As his displaced tongue found refuge in her boiling recess, he reamed the soft, fleshy walls, for its crème. Thrusting his long tongue into her wet, summery heat, her muscles clenched as the achy sweetness he caused, flowed through her.

Sucking a deep breath through her teeth, she stiffened and rocked her head slowly from side to side. Her juices flowed freely. Stuart’s tongue, lapped Fallon’s crème noisily, and brought forth throaty whimpers, which along with Dana biting down on Fallon’s sensitive, gumdrop shaped nipple had Fallon at the precipice of ecstasy.

When Stuart’s tongue returned and teased the tender tip of her soft swollen bud, her hands wrapped around her pussy eating marvel’s head and guided him, to her promised land.

“
That’s it baby. Oh, yeah!”
Fallon’s clit quaked in his mouth and her pussy muscles clenched around his fingers. Arching her back violently, it hit her, like a tidal wave sweeping all before it. A loud scream of ecstasy bellowed out. She thrashed and rocked out of control. Clutching sheets tight with one hand, she scratched Dana’s scalp and shoulders with the other. She crossed her ankles behind Stuart’s back and squeezed his head with her thighs in a tight headlock.

After a half-dozen pleasure tremors had run their course, she lay motionless. Her energy sapped, her mind buzzed with the breathtaking pleasures she’d experienced. Dana continued to suckle her swollen nipple and she willed herself to shake off her lethargy.

Fallon’s eyelids jerked open when Stuart’s thick shaft glided into her crème filled slit. Moving his hips to swivel inside her, each nerve rattling thrust of his meaty shaft called forth a tiny yelp of pleasure from deep down in her throat. The fullness of Stuart’s generous-sized cock, languorously gliding in and out of Fallon’s crème-filled pussy sent pulses of pleasure, spiraling throughout her body.

“I forgot how good my cock feels when your cunt muscles snuggle and suck at it.”

She sighed as tingly electric-like sensations filtered through her. They’d barely started and already she felt sublime. She grasped Dana’s cock and stroked it, as his lips covered hers for a sensual kiss. Even with all the hedonistic sensations barreling through her, she mentally thanked Dana for allowing Stuart into their bed.

All of a sudden, she remembered.
Protection? “
Tell me you’re wearing condom, Stuart.”

“Don’t worry, I have a condom on.”

While she continued to stroke and fondle her husband's cock, her concentration returned to enjoying the totality of what she was experiencing..

“I want to try something different.” Stuart pulled his cock out of Fallon and picked up the pillow he’d knelt on earlier. “Baby, would you lift up your bottom?” After sliding the pillow under her raised bottom, he crawled up on the bed and knelt between Fallon’s legs. He grasped her ankles tightly and held his arms up and out, spreading her legs wide.

Fallon had never felt so exposed, or sexy. “What now, lover boy.”

“I’m going to fuck your sweet cunt.” His shaft rested at the gateway to Fallon’s narrow opening and she guided him into position. In one stroke, Stuart slammed it home clear to the hilt.

All the air in Fallon’s lungs, escaped in one loud gasp, as she groaned from the feeling of total intrusion. Stroking her at a leisurely pace, he gradually increased the tempo.

Stuart’s pelvis repeatedly ground against her clit, sending jarring pulses of pleasure through her. Overwhelmed by the sensations that showered her and practically sobbing from emotion, she encouraged her borrowed lover on in a breathy whisper, “Fuck me baby…fuck me harder. Give me as much of your beautiful, hard cock as you have.”

As she savored each deep penile thrust, she suddenly craved a second cock in her. After all, wasn’t that what a
ménage a trois
was all about? Angling her head and rising up slightly, she managed pull Dana’s long, thick, shaft to her lips, which allowed him to slowly push silky pride in to her oral cavern.

I have two gorgeous cocks in me at once.

She felt wicked and wanton, and she loved it. This was what sex should be like.

As Dana’s shaft stroked Fallon’s mouth, Stuart’s pummeled her pussy. Every couple of seconds he slammed his shaft home, deep into her womb. Groaning, she arched her back, elevating her hips for greater access. He thrust his cock to the bottom of her well and ground his pubis into her clit, repeatedly.

After a few more thrusts, Stuart’s eyes rolled back in his head. He let go of Fallon’s ankles and dug his fingers into her hips so hard it hurt. He began quivering convulsively, trying to force his cock even deeper. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m coming.”

Pushing Dana aside, she rose up and wrapped her arms around Stuart, working her swollen bud against him. Now, chest to breasts, mouth to mouth, she knew she was on the threshold of a major eruption.

Tense from his ejaculation and experiencing aftershocks, he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked hard on her nipple as hard as he could. Without warning, he bit down.

“Oww.” The odd mixture of pleasure and pain sent her over the top into orgasmland. A curtain of ecstasy descended, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body, bringing about a nerve-rattling scream.

Stuart, sensing what happened, started to suck on her other nipple and all hell broke loose.

Propelling herself backwards onto the bed, she thrashed her head side to side as her body crested. While the plethora of delicious sensations surged through her, she shouted her pleasure out in a series of obscenities. “Fuck! Oh fuck! It feels so-o go-od. Don’t stop! Fuck it, fuck my hungry cunt! As the glorious sensations moved through her core, her movements were frantic and erratic until the erotic stimuli slowly ebbed into a series of pleasure shudders.

As Stuart and Fallon both recuperated from their massive orgasms, Dana cajoled her onto her knees. Feeling a tad dizzy from her two climaxes, she moved into the position they directed—on her knees, legs spread and mouth wrapped around Stuart’s semi-hard cock. Dana positioned himself on his knees behind and against her buttocks. When his engorged cock glided through her sopping, wet, womanly portal, she realized one of the true advantages of
ménage a trios
for women—tag-team fucking.

.

Chapter Three - Contracts

They never made it to the Christmas party, but Fallon would have given up a dozen Christmas parties for such a night. Never, had she felt so pampered or been so sexually wired. It was a marathon, the three of them had vaginal and oral sex until they fell asleep exhausted. She reveled in five glorious climaxes, three from Stuart and two from her husband. It was spectacular.