Steamy Short Story

I was challenged to write a short story in a group I belong to on Facebook, by just using an image. It's not something I've done before, and I found it surprising when the story just flowed. The only limitations set was that it had to be under 3000 words. I've decided to post it here for you all to read, and I will post the corresponding image that was the inspiration for this story.

For years, my husband Taylor has casually mentioned adding another person to our bed. Being brought up in a strict household where sex was a dirty word, and it was taboo to even bring it up in any sort of discussion, the idea of adding another person absolutely terrified me. It was also humiliating. He wanted to share me?

Over the years I began to wonder what it would be like. To have two men fuck me at the same time was an exciting thought---their hands and mouths wandering over my body. Curiosity began to get the better of me and I began to fantasize about being involved in threesomes.

The next time Taylor broached the subject with me, I timidly agreed, shocking him. I was calling his bluff. Would he really go through with it? He idly suggested a couple of names---names of two of his friends who I’d caught checking me out on several occasions. Preston and Kurt. My mouth dropped open. The two friends he mentioned were hot as fuck, and my face heated. The three of them at the same time? Anticipation raced through me, culminating in a delightful tingle between my legs. Three pairs of hands---three mouths roaming over my skin. My inner channel began to ripple with a sudden bolt of exhilaration, coating the inner lips of my pussy with slippery crème as they swelled. I knew I was wet with the thought of all those hands and mouths on me at once, and, surprising him again, I timidly voiced my agreement.

Taylor organized a little get together and instructed me to wear a loose little dress. Underneath, I was naked. The overwhelming fear of exposing my body almost drowned me with embarrassment. But I was determined to see it through.

After a couple of glasses of vodka, I began to relax. Taylor requested another drink and I entered the house to get it for him. While I was filling his glass, I became aware of their voices. They were all coming inside? My heart beat sped up and my hands began to shake. Taylor came up behind me at the bench, slipping his arms around my waist.

“Take the dress off,” he demanded gruffly in my ear, and I gulped. Oh, shit. I froze, embarrassment consuming me in a tidal wave. He didn’t give me any further chance to think about it. He reached down and grabbed the hem of my little dress and drew it up my body. When the fabric gathered at my neck, I lifted my arms for him to remove it, closing my eyes in shame, but wildly anticipating what was going to happen next.

My whole body shook with each frantic beat of my heart and my chest was rising and falling with increasing regularity as I sucked in nervous breaths. I gasped and jumped when I felt him loosen his hold from around me and his hand caress over the curve of my left butt cheek. My heart rate spiked, pounding behind my ribs when I felt two more join in and my eyes flew open. Oh, Jesus. This is happening?

My clit pulsed to life as the three hands roamed over my ass and down the backs of my thighs. Placing my hands on the bench to steady my suddenly weak legs, I trembled at the prospect of experiencing what those hands could do to me. I sucked in a raspy breath as a finger slid through my slit from behind and nudged up against my pulsating clit. A small moan escaped when the fingertip flicked over my burgeoning tip, a sudden pulse of arousal exploding through my pussy, igniting the fire to burn in my core.

“Ahh,” I breathed, unable to stop another moan of enjoyment from leaving my lips while I closed my eyes and focused on the erotic feeling of a finger penetrating up inside me. I didn’t know whose finger was gently being inserted, and I realized I didn’t care. With sudden clarity, I felt six hands roaming over me. One between my legs with a finger that was driving me wild with the slow, but determined, strokes as it slid silkily inside, then withdrew, over and over. Two caressing the curves of my ass, occasionally dropping down to tease the tender and heated flesh of my inner thighs, just touching at the edge of my swelling lips as they tantalizingly brushed up against them, adding fuel to the fire burning inside me. My pussy rippled, clenching around the finger being pushed inside me as my arousal grew. Two hands slid across my hardening stomach, slowly meandering over my heating flesh until they cupped beneath the rounded swell of my heaving breasts. My nipples were hardened little pebbles, aching for some attention.

“Step away from the bench,” Taylor growled with excitement gaining momentum in his tone, lowering and husking his voice. I let go of the edge and stepped back, coming into contact with a hard chest. The two hands cupping my breasts hardened over my ribs, pulling me against whoever was standing behind me, squeezing the plumpness of my breasts. When I opened my eyes, I saw Taylor standing beside me, one arm outstretched to continuously run his palm over one cheek of my ass. “No holes barred,” Taylor advised in a commanding tone. I sucked in a rushed breath. Oh, fuck.

My cunt stretched wider as another finger joined the first, and I released a lazy sigh. Taylor reached up with his free hand, enclosing one hardened pebble, squeezing the tip between his thumb and finger. The sudden jolt of pleasurable pain connected straight down behind my clit, and my channel rippled around the two fingers sliding back up inside me, my cunt greedily trying to suck them in deeper. When the tips of those fingers casually caressed over the little bumps of my g-spot, my head dropped back to lean on the shoulder of whoever was standing behind me, and I moaned in pure ecstasy as a flood of my crème encased the fingers that were sending my arousal to an unprecedented level of euphoria.

Heat from a wet tongue sliding across the tip of my left nipple made me jump. When lips encompassed the rigid peak, I moaned with increasing enjoyment, my body going limp as my eyes half opened. Pushing my chest out, I encouraged Taylor to suckle. He knew how erotic it was for me to have my nipples sucked while being penetrated with fingers. My hips began to gently rock back and forth, in tandem with the maddening caress of fingertips flicking over my g-spot as Taylor’s tongue lashed the sensitive tip in his mouth.

“Spread your legs,” Preston growled heatedly, capturing my attention. He was on his knees in front of me. With one hand, Preston reached out and grasped my left ankle, sliding my foot along the tiled floor, opening me up. Knowing it was Kurt behind me, I leaned harder against his chest and slowly slid my right foot until I was standing with my legs spread wide. “Jesus, your scent is intoxicating,” Preston breathed with a husky voice. I watched his head draw closer and his hands slide tantalizingly up my inner thighs until they encountered the wet and swollen lips of my cunt. Using both thumbs, he separated my plump lips and poised his nose at the top of my slit. My face heated when he closed his eyes and inhaled a large breath, breathing my scent in.

A long moan escaped from the depths of my throat when he extended his tongue and licked across the aching tip of my pulsing clit. The explosion of arousal that consumed me as Preston’s tongue flicked back and forth increased the rhythm of the fingers inside me and the heated suckling of Taylors mouth surrounding my nipple. An overload of arousal swept through me and squelching noises echoed around the kitchen, heightening my desire.

Out of nowhere, my impending orgasm snuck up on me. A sudden, overwhelming surge of desire flooded through me and triggered the first wave to drown me. The intensity consumed me, and I wailed as I came undone, the walls of my cunt furiously rippling around the fingers driving me insane, the duel tongues lashing and lathing across my ultra-sensitive nipple, and my burgeoning clit culminated in an explosive release. My body jerked and trembled, each shudder in conjunction with every wave washing through me. My chest hurt from withholding my breath, then furiously sucked in oxygen as the waves decreased and my body burned from sated relief. My brain was swirling, trying to come to grips with the ferocity of my all-consuming orgasm while pleasurable aftershocks rocked through me in intervals.

“This floor is too cold,” Preston mumbled and the next thing I knew, Kurt withdrew his fingers from my cunt and his hands landed beneath my breasts. He held me firmly to his hard chest and my feet lifted off the cool floor. I was like a ragdoll in his arms, my arms and legs swishing to the movement of his strides as he took me into the lounge room. Preston and Taylor followed closely behind. When Kurt eased off his hold, my feet touched down on the carpeted floor.

“This is much better,” Preston breathed as he walked passed me. He hurriedly shed his clothes, throwing them to one side until he stood gloriously naked. My gaze raked over his bulging erection, and my mouth watered while my face heated. Taylor eased passed and did the same, throwing his clothes in the opposite direction. His cock was hard and a pulsation of arousal re-ignited the fire deep in my belly, encouraging my clit to throb back to life. As Preston lowered himself down to the couch, Taylor stepped up beside me.

“Straddle Preston’s cock,” he demanded, and my face heated further. Kurt released his hold from around me and I tentatively made my way to the now supine Preston. Bringing one leg over him, I knelt down on the seat of the couch and my bare, soaked pussy came into contact with the scorching heat of his cock. His cock lurched from the brief encounter, his stem bumping against my tender clit. Sparks of arousal shot through me in every direction, and I gasped. Preston reached down with one hand and wrapped his fingers around the width of his cock. Altering the aim, he eased the bulbous head of him down through the slipperiness of my lips, coating it with my cum. When he nestled at my entrance, my arousal sky-rocketed. With a sigh, I closed my eyes as Preston jerked his hips and he penetrated, stretching me wide as he filled me to the hilt.

Preston’s hands landed on my hips, his thumbs and fingers digging harshly into my flesh to control the tempo and the depth as he slid in and out of me. A garment landing on the floor quickly captured my eye, and I flicked a brief glance over to the source. Kurt was stripping his clothes off, and slipping his boxers down revealed a substantial cock, standing up hard and proud. Oh, Jesus. Am I even going to be able to swallow that? Preston’s grip hardened and he ground my pussy on his length, the head of his cock gently sliding over my g-spot, and I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” Preston ground out through clenched teeth beneath me. “My balls are fucking soaking.” For a brief moment, I worried about staining the fabric on the lounge. Then Preston thrust up inside me and I forgot all about it.

“Open your mouth, Ashlee,” Taylor bit out and my eyes focused on his cock just millimetres away from my lips. My tongue darted out, moistening the surface of my lips as I looked up at him with hooded eyes. As Taylor guided his heated length toward my lips, my mouth opened to engulf him. He thrust his hips and buried his length down the depths of my throat as I felt the seat of the lounge dip from a heavy weight. A frown began creasing my brow, then panic set in with the knowledge Kurt was climbing up behind me. “No holes barred,” floated through my head.

The sudden thrust of Preston burying his cock even further up inside me immediately scattered the panic like the pins in a bowling alley. Oh, fuck – Kurt’s going to fuck my ass. Taylor knew I craved that and I hummed along the length of his shaft as he withdrew out of my mouth until just the velvety head of his cock remained. My tongue swirled around the crown of him, my mouth salivating from an extra hard thrust from Preston. My saliva dribbled down the length of Taylors cock, coating down over his smooth balls, and I deliriously sucked in air when I felt the coolness of some lubricant being applied around my anus.

Another moan bubbled up in the back of my throat when I felt a finger breach my forbidden hole. After it was removed, I felt the heat of Kurt’s cockhead rubbing deliciously over my anus. With a brief flex of Kurt’s hips, he pushed into me, slowly stretching my ass. A whimper escaped as pain shot out in an expanding wave through my ass when the head of his cock seated in me. Kurt held still, allowing my body the time to adjust to the intrusion. When my anus started to relax, Kurt pushed in a little further, sliding his length inside me until he was seated to the hilt. Oh, God. The sensation of being filled in three places at once, three cocks being thrust in and out of every hole in my body, was surreal. My brain shut down and I floated in a sea of wondrous anticipation. The rhythm and depths of each cock varied, driving the desire inside of me to blossom into mindless bliss. An explosion of ecstasy built into a ballooning spheroid, until it burst. Engulfing euphoria spiralled through me, inundating me in a delirious state of nirvana where nothing but pleasure existed. Wave after wave flooded through me, the expanding of Taylor’s cock in my mouth prolonging the waves as he pumped his cum down my throat with a feral growl of release.

Another spike of ecstasy encompassed me when Preston’s cock surged inside of me, the fiery heat of his first stream of release scorching the inner walls of my cunt as he pumped me full and Taylor withdrew his cock from my mouth. My body sung, my skin radiating with satiated heat as Kurt finally thrust hard one last time, holding still as his cock jettisoned his cum to fill my ass.

I collapsed onto Preston’s chest, my chest heaving to fill my lungs with oxygen. Kurt gently pulled out of my ass, and I winced from the brief pain associated with the head of his cock leaving my ass. The room was filled with the sound of us all breathing heavily. Preston tapped my hip, urging me to get up. My limbs sluggishly responded and I slowly rose, Preston’s cock slipping out of my drenched pussy as I climbed off the lounge.

“I think we should make this a regular thing,” Taylor suggested breathlessly with a wicked grin, and I blushed furiously. But I didn’t argue. The thought of being filled with all of them at once on a regular basis was music to my ears. I couldn’t agree quick enough, and already looked forward to it happening again.