The Ad Men and the Cougar by Elizabeth Raines

Corey, as always, moved first. Grabbing his bag, he jerked out a box of rubbers and ripped it open. Then he tossed a string of them onto the night table. He reached for her face, laying a warm palm against each cheek before pressing his lips to hers. After only a moment of gentle pressure, he swept his tongue inside her mouth.

Damn, but he could kiss. She loved in his taste. Man with a touch of vermouth. Delicious. Letting go of Ben’s erection, she rolled toward Corey, wanting to experience the kiss better by pressing her body against his.

Evidently feeling left out, Ben sidled over to mold against her back, fitting his cock between her upper thighs so he could rub against her pussy. She hummed as she kissed Corey, loving the feel of two hands cradling her face while two more reached around her to palm her breasts.

“You’re right, Corey. She’s got great tits.” Ben kissed the tender place where neck met shoulder while his fingers plucked at her nipples, sending zings shooting down her belly. “And that pussy. She’s so wet already.”

One of Corey’s hands left her face, sliding down her arm to her hip before working across to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers pressed between her folds as Ben pulled his cock back. “So wet. So perfect,” Corey said as he ended their kiss. “I want to be here.” He pushed a finger deep inside her.

“Right where I’d like you to be,” she replied before a moan slipped out when he added a second finger.

“I’ve thought about this forever, Tracey,” Corey said. “Both of us have.”

“Seriously? Why?” The silly words slipped through her lips before she could stop them. Alcohol had dulled her wits. And obviously her judgment. Nothing between them would ever be the same after tonight, and she hadn’t decided if that was a good or a bad thing. By fucking her guys, she might be destroying her Dream Team. At that moment, she wanted them both so desperately, she wasn’t sure she cared. There was more to life than work, and damn, but she never, ever believed she’d think that.

“You don’t have an ounce of vanity in you, do you?” Ben kissed her, then whispered in her ear. “Because you’re gorgeous.” His hands swept around to cover her ass. “Because you’re sexy. Because you drive us both insane.”

“Because I can’t wait another minute. Hand me a condom, Ben.” Ripping it open, Corey sheathed his cock before rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs, that thick cock nestled against her mound. “Me first.”

With a chuckle, Ben turned her face until he could kiss her, his tongue mating lazily with hers just as Corey nudged the head of his cock against her entrance. Her left hand settled on Corey’s tight ass while her right stroked Ben’s shaft. Ben’s kiss smothered her moan when Corey plunged inside her body.

Windfall by Cheryl Brooks

Her whole body was responding to them to the point that Derrick’s return went almost unnoticed until he spread out the sheet and added his own cock to the mix. Now, no matter which way she turned, there was a rock-hard, velvety smooth cock anxious for her touch. Derrick’s was long and thick with low-hanging balls lightly dusted with blond curls. Ty’s hair was darker, and his cock had a slightly upward curve to it, while his scrotum held his testicles closer to his body. Angelica had heard that many Native Americans didn’t have much in the way of body hair, but though Luke’s chest was bare, his groin was not. Straight as an arrow with a shapely head, his dick was surrounded by gleaming ebony curls that also adorned his scrotum.

Wrapping her arms around Luke and Derrick, she grabbed their butt cheeks and pulled them into a tight formation with Ty firmly wedged between them. “I want to feel your balls on my face,” she said, her voice rough and breathless with lust.

Lifting their cocks to expose their soft sacs, they thrust their hips forward, caressing her cheeks and lips with their testicles.

Her desire reached cataclysmic proportions as she buried her face in their soft scrotal folds. So much cock, so many balls. The scent, the feel, and the heat all combined to make her body scream for release. Her abdomen contracted, and she doubled over, tearing her face away from the source of her craving. Gasping with need, she reached up and grasped the first hand she found. “Get down here.”

As the three of them dropped to the floor in a tangle of arms, legs, and aroused male appendages, Angelica became the target for the kind of feminine contact they’d apparently been missing rather badly. Three pairs of hands rolled her onto her side as they caressed her skin. Luke cupped her bare buttocks, his thumbs pressing into the crease between them, separating the fold, feeling for the sensitive places that made her squirm and arch back against his hands. Ty went for her mouth. Capturing her lips, his tongue teased them until they parted, allowing him full access. She’d never liked being kissed like that before, but Ty’s was an invasion she both welcomed and savored. Derrick was right. He truly was an amazing kisser.

Derrick went for her tits, suckling them with a thoroughness that demonstrated his immense enjoyment. As Ty’s kisses trailed off down her neck, Angelica glanced down to find Derrick gazing back at her, an expression of pure bliss in his big blue eyes. Ty moved further, kissing and licking down over her stomach, pausing to tease her navel before dipping lower. His breath ruffled the curls on her mound and then wafted further to tease the swollen lips that surrounded her slit. An arm slid between her knees, lifting her leg to expose her aching cunt. 

Wet Her Whistle by Mellanie Szereto

Continuous ripples of fire spread through Jonnalyn’s body, sparked by their suggestive words, daring touches, and her naughty imagination. The flames raged out of control. “Yes, damn it! I want you both!”

Randy shut off the water, grabbed the towel hanging over the curtain rod, and started patting her dry. He swiped the towel between her thighs from clit to anus, fueling the fire. “I’m claiming that perfect ass after a taste of Jonnie juice.”

Enough teasing and talking dirty. She flung back the shower curtain to step over the side of the tub. “Gotta catch me if you wanna eat me.”

Slipping out the bathroom door, she sprinted to their bed and jumped onto the mattress. Jason caught her on the bounce and covered her mouth with his. She opened to welcome his tongue inside, savoring the invasion and the aggressive sparring. Hands pushed her thighs apart as soft lips trailed up her inner leg. Then Randy’s breath warmed her labia, making her clit ache for attention.

“Mm. You smell good enough to eat, honey. Do you want me suck or lick you?”

A low moan vibrated up her throat, and Jason released her mouth, only to latch on to her nipple. Her lungs struggled for oxygen, the rush of desire zinging from breast to vagina and back again. “Both!”

Lips and teeth gently tugged on her clitoris, and a finger sank into her wet pussy. Then Randy’s tongue fluttered across the sensitive nub and the digit retreated, tracing a line down to her other opening. He smeared her wetness around the tight hole, easing his finger through the ring of muscle a little at a time. A few seconds later, he pushed deeper. Every nerve in her body short-circuited as an orgasm washed over her. She cried out, letting the immense pleasure drag her under and buoy her up again and again. Her muscles spasmed. A sense of weightlessness swept her away.

“So fucking sexy.” Jason nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear. “We’re going to take you there again, sweetheart. You ready?”

She tried to speak, but ended up nodding instead.

Randy climbed over her, reaching for the nightstand drawer. He held up a string of condoms. “You taste better than a cold beer on a hot day, honey, and I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.” Tearing off two packets, he handed one to Jason and ripped open his own. “We’re coming with you this time, Jonnie.”

Gathering every ounce of her strength, she pushed up on her elbows. She’d imagined making love to the pair of them night after night for months and knew exactly how she wanted the ride. “Suit up, guys. We’re going to make a sex sandwich. Randy, back against the headboard. Got any lube?”