Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

The sound of the shower stops. After a minute Hal comes back into the room. He is naked except for a towel draped over his shoulder. This surprises me. I haven't seen him undressed since that first day with Lorraine. But he is casual about it. I glance at his cock. It is limp and tan. "Want some coffee?" I ask.

"Sure…" he says. He steps forward. I pour a cup and hand it to him. We, are standing just a foot or so apart.

He thanks me and sits down in the chair next to the window. He hunches forward and drinks the coffee and looks down at the street. "Come over and sit with me for a minute," he says. "No one will be wanting breakfast soon."

I bring my coffee and sit in the chair next to his. He leans back then and puts his feet up on the window sill. His legs are tightly muscled and covered with fine blond hairs. His prick looks soft and golden against his thigh.

"Was the water hot?" I ask.

"At first. But it ran out and I had to finish cold."

"The tank must be too small," I say. "That always used to happen to me too. Now I always soap myself first, then just get in and rinse off." I notice his cock suddenly rise and stiffen. "Well, what caused that?" I laugh.

He takes his feet off the window sill and leans forward again. "I don't know…" he says smiling. "I guess I was just thinking about how good you'd look in the shower."

"Really? You usually act as if you think I'm your sister or something." I laugh again. "Why are you bending forward like that? Bashful?"

"No… just looking down at the street… you like it better when I sit back?"

"Mmm hmm…"

"… like this?"

"Yes, but you're not so big there now. You're shrinking."

"I can't control that. Hey, you must like looking at my cock."

"Uh huh… that's normal, isn't it?"

"Sure… it's just that I always thought you were hung up on Armand."

"I am I guess. But you're a man too. That's enough, isn't it? Besides, you're rather nice to look at there, you know. Your skin is such a soft tan…"

His prick starts to rise again.

"See what you're doing now," he laughs.

"Just by talking to you? I should keep talking then, shouldn't I? It makes me shiver looking at you like this… makes me want to touch you."

"Why don't you?"

"Not right now."

"Why?"

"You know…" I nod at Armand.

"He's asleep. Besides, he wouldn't mind. He doesn't think he owns you."

"I know. And he doesn't. But I couldn't be dishonest about it… you know… do something with you when he doesn't know… while he's asleep like that."

"Just touching me? That couldn't hurt anything. You're not going to just let me sit here, are you?"

"Don't blame me. I'm not the one who came walking in naked."

I look at him. I see his prick jutting up only a few inches from my hand. I admire the perfect shape of his cockhead. It is long but even more slender than I remember. The shaft is tan but the tip turns almost red as it stretches taut. A dark vein courses irregularly along the side of it.

I reach out and touch it with my fingertips.

I slide my hand up the length of it, then back down. Then up again.

I start to pump him. He grows even more rigid in my hand.

I am tingling all over. I suddenly want him to screw me. I want to feel his prick slide into my cunt… my mouth.

I bend forward to kiss the tip of it but stop as I hear Armand getting up. I let go of Hal's prick, sit back straight in my chair. Hal takes a drink of his coffee.

Armand comes over and stands next to us. He is naked too. He doesn't say anything at first. He takes my coffee from me, sips it, hands the cup back. He puts his big hand lightly on my shoulder, looks down at me. "If you want to go to bed with him, go ahead." There is no edge in his voice, just the direct statement.

I kiss Armand, draw his hand down under the top of my nightgown to my breasts. My nipples tighten against his fingertips. I rub his thigh, move my hand up to his balls and cup their fullness. I stroke his prick, feel it thicken. With my other hand I reach out for Hal. I pump his cock and Armand's at the same time. "I like you both," I say.

In a minute the three of us are on the mattress. I lie between them on my back. I rub their pricks. They both get very stiff. Hal strokes my breasts while Armand slides his hand up my thighs to my cunt. His fingers gently separate my pussy lips, slip in smoothly against the wet soft skin. I pump their cocks faster. Hal tries to pull down my gown so that he can kiss my breasts. I am afraid it will tear.

"Wait a minute…" I say.

I let go of both men and stand up. Hal stands behind me and helps me pull the nightgown over my head. I feel his rigid prick jut in against my buttocks. I can see our reflections in the dresser mirror. My nipples point out pink and hard.

Armand is sitting up now, caressing my thighs. I bend my knees, then kneel down all the way so that he can reach my pussy. His fingers press in against the wetness of my cunt.

I kiss him. I rub his hard cock. Hal's prick jams harder between the cheeks of my ass. He is kneeling behind me now. He rubs my buttocks, spreads them apart with his hands. My skin is very tender where the tip of his prick pushes against me. I am going crazy with excitement. I've never been with two men at the same time like this.

They are not competitive about it. Each seems satisfied with just a part of me. Hal rubs my breasts. My ass gyrates wildly under the pressure of his cock. Only gradually do I realize that he is trying to fuck me there. I've never been screwed in the ass before and I'm not sure I want to be now but the thought of it thrills me. I bend forward farther to try to help him. I feel his prick inch in.

It hurts. The hurt increases as his pushing keeps stretching my skin, then suddenly I feel myself open up to him and he slips smoothly, easily all the way in. My skin contracts, grips his prick tighter. For a moment the pain is intense.

We lie on our sides. Hal pushes his cock slowly in and out of my ass. The burning hurt of it feels almost unbearably good. I pull Armand's prick up tight against my pussy lips. I want him to screw me too. I tell him. He slides down some on the mattress, then I feel the big cock sliding into my cunt.

I fuck them both. It keeps hurting me. After a few minutes, I feel I can't take any more of it. But I love it. I can't get enough of it. I feel faint, feel that I will surely pass out. My ass is on fire. My cunt. I am burning up in a searing consuming flame. My tongue is parched. I can't swallow. I thirst. I pant for air as they keep ramming their pricks into me. Armand kisses me and the liquid of his tongue for a moment eases my thirst. I suck it eagerly. I clutch his shoulders. My fingernails claw,him deep. His thrusts become suddenly more urgent. Hal's cock drives harder into me from behind. Their two cocks fill me, stretch me. The flame inside me flares. I explode. I keep cuming as Armand's cock spurts its warm scum into me. I feel Hal curving now too. His last violent lunges hurt terribly. His prick feels as if it is sticking all the way up into my belly. I hear him groan. His cum spills into me, floods me. I burst again. I hear both men breathing heavily, feel their pricks shrink slowly out of me. My thighs and the skin around my ass are sticky with their cum.

The pace of my heartbeat slows. I roll onto my back. Armand and Hal lie next to me, their bodies sweaty. I feel relaxed but very tired, exhausted, as if I haven't slept for days. I feel that I could sleep forever…

Armand wakes up and gets ready to go to the Square to sell his paintings.

"It should be a good day for it," I say.

"Yes, it's sunny. The tourists should come flocking."

"I hope you have good luck. Do you ever take along that one of the old woman sitting on the porch steps?"