Lydia's Passion (MFM)
Pleasure, Montana 2

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT 

She turned her head toward his face and looked up. He accepted her invitation and captured her lips. He wasn’t demanding, like he desired. This time, he wanted her to lead the way. When she opened her mouth, he groaned.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tom had clasped his fingers on the top of her panties and was dragging them down. Either Lydia wanted them off or she was too turned on by the kiss to care. He thumbed her nipple through the thin material, but he wanted more.

“Lydia.” His voice came out strangled.

She smiled. “Take all that you want.”

Dear God, did she really say that? It was as if Publishers Clearing House had come to his door with a mock-up of that big, fat check and said he’d get millions a year for life. No, this was better.

He lowered the straps on her bra and ran his tongue down the swell of her breast. “You’ve got to help free me.” If someone didn’t, he’d come in his uniform.

She reached down with one hand and somehow managed to unhook and unzip him. He lowered his pants until he realized his dilemma. “Damn boots.”

Both he and Tom got rid of their clothes fast, tossing them everywhere. The only one dressed now was Lydia, in her matching bra and panties that were halfway down her legs.

He finally looked at her naked pussy. “You are magnificent.”

Her eyes shone. “I’m glad you like it.” Her gaze bounced between the two of them. “I think you two are the magnificent ones. Wow. I’ve never seen two big cocks at once before.”

His heart raced. They’d be her first double-team. Making this good for her was a must, no matter how much he wanted to fuck her right now.

While he loved chitchatting, she needed to be naked. He sampled her lips, and his fingers dipped under her bra and pinched her nipples.

“Oh,” she gasped.

He glanced down. Tom was between her legs, lapping up her honey. Once again, he wasn’t sure if she’d reacted to his playful tug or to Tom’s tongue-fucking action, but he wanted to continue his exploration. He couldn’t wait to taste her, but his time would come. Then he’d dive in with his cock.

For now, her beautiful, bountiful tits were all his, as was her luscious mouth. He lowered her bra strap slowly and gazed at the soft curve of her shoulder and the fullness of her breasts. A man could get lost in those tits for days. He refused to be jealous over any other man who’d had her. She’d changed. She was theirs now. All theirs.

Lowering his head, he inhaled her womanly scent. Given the shower at the station had a bottle of herbal bodywash, he knew her scent was a mixture of mint and peaches. His mouth slowly followed the trail between her abundant cleavage. He reached across her and lowered the other strap, making sure to brush against her hardened nipple. Using both hands, he moved the cups down enough to display the fullness of her breasts, but not enough for her nipples to appear.

“Oh, Tom.”

She grabbed Justin’s shoulder, and her eyes rolled back in her head. No doubt Tom had done some wonderful maneuver on her. Not to be outdone, he dragged his thumbs over her breasts and stopped at her nipples. They were rosy and perky. Yes, she was wiggling with need, but he had needs, too. He latched onto the swollen crest and sucked her hard.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tom was moving upward to mount her. His pleasure trip was done for now. 

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The intensity kept building, and Lydia was having a hard time knowing where to focus. First Tom would touch the little hood covering her clit and send her skyward. Just as waves of carnal lust assaulted her, Justin would caress and suckle her nipple. One went fast and the other slow. The combination nearly sent her over the edge.

She’d never been with two men before. She probably should feel guilty, but she’d dreamt of this moment for so long, she believed it was right.

Justin let go of her nipple, and she opened her eyes.

Tom was between her legs, his huge cock poised above her.

“I want you, darlin’.” He ripped open a condom he’d gotten from somewhere and pulled it on.

His grin made her wetter. “That makes two of us.” Next time, she wanted to do the honors of covering his thick, pulsating cock with the protective latex.

Justin had moved off to the side, so she was able to wrap her arms around Tom and pull him close. She expected him to plunge in. Instead, he dipped the tip in an inch, leaned over, and kissed her ever so softly.

He disengaged.

“What’s wrong?” Had she upset him?

“Absolutely nothing, darlin’. Justin wants to love you, too. Go ahead and kneel with your back to me.”

She wasn’t sure how this was going to work. While she’d fantasized about having sex two at a time, she wasn’t sure she could handle both men right now. Someone had told her that a body shriveled from lack of use. Since they were gentle men, she did as Tom asked. He kissed the nape of her neck and positioned his cock near her pussy.

Her body must have sagged, for Tom got real close to her ear. “You’re not ready.”

Before she had a chance to respond about having sex in her rear end, he moved his big cock downward, seating himself all the way to the end of her pussy. Snake was never this big, nor was Ed or Harold. Good Lord, the man was hung well. Instead of Tom thrusting in her as she expected, he remained still and wrapped his hands over her tits.

“I love these.” He pressed the tips between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. The pressure built, but so did the heat.

Justin moved into her sight and her eyes widened at his enormous cock, which she swore had grown twenty percent in a matter of seconds. He grabbed his cock and dangled it within an inch of her mouth. “Open up for me, honey.”

Now she understood why Tom wanted her in this position. Her dream was coming true. How many nights had she thought of taking Justin in her mouth and treating him to her form of love? Since his cock sat too low to reach, she adjusted by leaning forward on her hands, eye level to his purpling dick. “Oh, my.”

That movement allowed Tom to move down her wet channel more than she believed possible. She contracted her walls to hold him tight.

“You’re killing me, darlin’.”

Good. His hands slid down to her hips, and he guided her back and forth, creating delicious friction against her walls. Now it was he who was killing her.