I felt my mouth drop open, and knowing I must have looked ridiculous I clamped it shut. Todd’s body was amazing, hotter than I had even dreamed. His tousled sandy blonde hair offset his creamy warm skin tone, ocean blue eyes, toothpaste perfect smile and rippled six pack. I couldn’t help but stare at his arms—they were so muscular! Just the type that could pick me up and…
Whoa! My gaze had drifted down to the men’s thighs. I gulped as I looked at their shafts, and my heart started to race. Both of their cocks were fully erect—and they were absolutely massive. I knew I loved Dave’s long, hard cock in my pussy, but I had only been able to imagine Todd’s before today. It looked delicious—thick and huge with firm, lickable, balls. I couldn’t wait to wrap my hands, lips, and pussy around it. I started to sweat a little bit, my body gleaming with moisture. Oh God. There was so much muscle and dick; could I handle it all? I was sure as heck going to try.
“Do you like what you see Bev?” Dave asked huskily.
“I … yes ... umm…” I pulled my eyes away from their cocks and looked at Dave. He looked gorgeous as usual. His chest was smooth and massive, his chiseled pecs leading into his rock hard v-cut abs. Right below one of his nipples was a round birthmark about the size of a quarter. As I gazed at it I frowned, thinking about what one of the werewomen in a ménage relationship had told me.
“Wait just a second,” I stammered. “Guys, looking at that birthmark on Dave, it reminds me of what one of the werewomen back at Camp Vickers said. She told me that she had a mark and both of her partners had one that matched also. She said that a lot of threesomes have some sort of matching scar or mark. It’s a sign they were intended for one another. I wonder if we are all marked?” I ran my pinkie lightly over Dave’s birthmark.
“Do you have one Todd?” I asked, wondering about my own body. I had a smattering of freckles and a small discoloration on my lower back that didn’t look anything like Dave’s, but I couldn’t think of anything else.
Todd shook his head. “No I don’t think so, but then I never really looked.”
“I think I should look to be sure,” I teased. “Put your hands up in the air and turn around slowly.”
Todd laughed. He gamely put his hands up and slowly turned.
I swallowed hard. God he was sexy—so muscular and firm with those yummy tats; I could already feel my tongue tracing the letters all the way down to that huge prize between his legs…
“I… I don’t see any,” I gulped.
“Not every threesome has matching body marks, Beverly,” Dave said, running his hands through my hair. “My parents don’t. But I wouldn’t be too concerned anyway because today…” he paused, giving me a devilish look, “…Todd and I are going to put plenty of love marks on you ourselves.”
11
Taking my hand, he nodded at Todd and the two men led me into the bedroom.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. Was I supposed to get on the bed? How did this work? “...so, uh, I guess I am not sure what to do or where I should be?”
“Relax Bev,” Dave said. “Todd and I will take care of you … really good care of you.”
Todd grinned. “You bet we will.”
“Are you going to do a rock, paper, scissors to see who is in front and who is in back?”
Todd laughed as he slid in front of me. “I think we can figure it out.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, prying my mouth open with his tongue. Just kissing him felt amazing; I could only imagine how it would feel to have him deep inside of me. Dave slid behind me and started caressing my shoulders, his fingers tracing the lines along my back.
As our tongues played with one another, Todd moved his large hands down my body, grasping my breasts and tweaking each nipple. His hands traveled along my curves, following the trail to my pussy. I moaned and threw my head back as I felt his fingers enter my wet passage. “Oh God, you feel so good … so soft and luscious,” he groaned hoarsely. He moved his head down, and licked my breasts, his smooth tongue lapping at the skin. The combination of his wet tongue and hot breath on my nipples and his fingers stroking and fingering my pussy was driving me wild.
Dave gently pulled my neck back, pushed my hair to the side and started nibbling on the delicate skin of my throat. It was so sensitive there and chills of pleasure swept through my body. As Todd continued licking my skin and stroking me with his fingers, Dave arched my neck further to the side, finding my mouth and lightly biting my lower lip. He rubbed my shoulders as he plunged his raspy tongue into my mouth.
“I love kissing you,” Dave murmured, his voice husky with desire, “your mouth, your, nipples, your pussy … everywhere.”
With Dave’s caresses and Todd’s hands on my clit, what chance did I have to even feign control? I surrendered myself to the pleasure, moaning out loud with passion.