Elliott Mabeuse - Triad

I freed my mouth for a second. “Ohhh…where you boys been all my life?”

“Grade school,” Ben quipped before he sank his tongue straight back into me.

I pulled on Ben’s hair, drew him up and away from my pussy. He’d done just about all he could down there, anyway. Maybe I’ll draw him a map or something.

I pushed him back and he landed on his butt, his lovely cock daring me to touch it. I fell forward and curled my ass into the air, letting Harley know that if he wanted it, the front door was wide open.

I rolled my mouth around the shiny head of Ben’s cock, and he sucked in an enormous breath. He blew it out again, really slowly, as I slid his length deep inside me.

“Ohhh…Nicole…you always were my favourite aunt.”

I giggled as if their youth was contagious, and sighed as I felt Harley’s hands on my hips and his breath wash across my gaping pussy. Then I squealed as his tongue pressed straight up against my asshole and began squirming. I tried to spread myself wider as the young man worked some kind of magic on me.

I licked Ben’s shaft like it was covered in salt. I sucked the head like it was a piece of lime. All I needed now was a tequila in the middle, though it couldn’t be better than the licker I already had.

Harley’s tongue circled my ass once more, and then the wet heat of it began to slide up my spine. The hard ripples of his body felt like a massage as he swept over me, finishing with his cock digging at my thigh and his mouth resting at my ear.

Ben was arching with pleasure, his face hidden from us. With my lips still around his cock I looked at Harley, who was desperate with hope. I slipped off the fat end of Ben and hummed to him.

“Ben, I think Harley has something he needs to tell you.”

“Huh? Ohhh…fuuuuck…”

“Hmm…guess he can’t talk right now.”

“Oh, fuck! Oh, Nicole…that’s…that’s…”

“That’s not me.”

Ben’s eyes shot open and he stared down. He froze with shock when he saw Harley’s mouth around him. “Huh? No…what are you…oh, fuuuuuck…”

I wriggled out from under Harley’s weight and watched the action for a moment.

I never realized that two guys together could be so hot.

When Harley spoke it was more of a plea, separated by heavy breaths and deep hums.

“God, Ben…I’ve wanted to do this…almost since…I first met you.”

Harley looked like he’d finally come home. Ben looked like he was trying hard to hate what was happening, but it wasn’t working. His wide-open eyes shot from Harley’s face to mine, maybe searching for condemnation that he’d never find.

Then Ben brought his arm up, his hand half-curled like he thought he should be punching. I tensed, but there was no need. He slowly reached down, placed his hand on Harley’s head and started grunting.

“Shit, man…that’s so…ohhh…”

Harley’s moans of desire were muffled by cock, but it was the juicy slurping sounds that were doing it for me. I plunged a couple fingers into my cunt and began driving myself home.

Ben was shaking his head and muttering. “I’ve never…man, I didn’t know…”

I felt my climax calling when I suddenly stopped. In a room made cozy by young stallions I was still riding the digital pony? It was about fucking time I had me some cock.

I rested my hand on Harley’s shoulder, tried to get his attention. No dice. I tried tapping him. Nada. I grabbed his hair and squeezed, pulling him until he finally let his prize slip from his mouth.

“May I?” I asked him sweetly as he puffed in pain.

“Holy crap,” Ben whispered. “That was…awesome, Harley…”

I hated to interrupt, but I needed a man inside me. I clambered over Ben, my hips straddling his. I was plenty warm, and about half-past ready, so I slotted the fat head of him into place and sank like a weighted sack.

The world froze for a moment. I thudded onto his hard hips and felt every part of me stiffen.

I held Ben still inside me while I melted around him. Then I leaned forward and started pumping my hips. I still wasn’t quite ready for him, and it kinda burned inside like paprika.

I glanced around to find Harley, surprised that he’d gone to sit on his bed. He was hunched over like he was trying to disappear.

“Oh, honey…we’re being rude again.” I held out my hand and he came and stood beside us.

Harley’s cock was smooth and hot, and it slipped easily into my mouth. Just like when he kissed me, he was gentle, almost fearful. Maybe he thought I was as fragile as the other girls he’d been with. I slid him all the way to the back of my throat, just to show him how we senior citizens do it.

I curled a hand around the root of Harley’s shaft and rested the other on Ben’s strong chest. I ground my hips against Ben’s and rode the stinging waves of pleasure that he brought me. His bones seemed to know where my clit was, which suited me fine.

I began to take long, slow pulls on Harley’s rod, then punctuating it with dirty talk.

“So Harley, what was it like to finally taste Ben’s cock?”

“Ohhh…”

“Hey Ben…how’d it feel to have a man suck you off?”

“Ahhh…”

“And Harley… stop using me as a mouthpiece.”

“Huh? But…you called me over…you started sucking-”

“That’s not what I mean.” God, it was hard to carry on a conversation with Ben driving deep inside me. “Okay. Here’s what we’ll do.”

I slipped regretfully off Ben’s cock and rolled over onto my back. I pulled out my voice of authority from back when I was running our kitchen. “Harley, front and centre.”

The young man knelt between my spread thighs, started nudging forward.

“Uh-uh. Growing boy like you needs to eat more. Head down and tail up, boy.”

Finally the lights seemed to go on in his head. “Oh. Right…”

Harley dropped his sweet mouth straight down onto my pussy, still slick with juice from the ramming Ben had given me. All those articles he’d read seemed to have done him some good, though. In seconds he had my clit squeezed between his teeth.

Ben laid back and lightly stroked himself as he watched Harley work me. I pointed to him.

“You there, soldier. Fall in behind!”

“There’s no room, you’re almost against the wall.”

“Not me.” I nodded at Harley.

“Huh? Oh…but, I’ve never…I mean, Harley won’t…uh…”

I tapped Harley’s shoulder. “Come on, honey. You say nothing and you’ll always regret it.”

Resting his head on the cushion of my bush, Harley muttered something neither Ben nor I could hear.

“What’s that, Softly?”

A deep breath in, a long breath out. “Ben…I want you to fuck me.”

“Uh…I don’t know. That’s a whole lot different. I mean, before, I was just…laying there…”

“Please, man? I just wanna know what it’s like. Just once, once , I wanna make you feel good, and to feel that close to you. Man, I got no-one else.”

Slowly, Ben’s doubt seemed to evaporate. He crawled over until he was kneeling behind Harley’s upturned hips. He grabbed his cock, still slick with my juice and nudged it into the mouth of Harley’s ass, pressing forward slowly.

Harley let loose a sigh rich with age straight into my gaping gash. He quickly followed it with his tongue, and I felt a new buzz roll through me. I got to watch and participate at the same time.

I almost came as I watched Ben’s power in action. He gripped Harley’s hips so tightly I thought he might break bone, and he began to pump harder and harder. The power of his wide shoulders, the rippled wall of his abs, the tight diagonal lines that led from his hips to his groin-from where I was laying that was all I could see, but it was plenty good.