Twila watched me, anxious and eager, as I carefully lowered her onto her back. Motley scooted closer, still on his knees. His hands traveled along my skin as I leaned back into him. Twila spread her legs wide as her fingers trailed to her pretty pussy and she watched us with hungry eyes. I felt like I was performing a private show just for her. “Just strum those fingers like you’re playing the guitar, and get that pretty pussy of yours ready. We need you dripping for what we’re going to do, babygirl. Trust me.” I winked. I then turned my focus to Motley and reached down between my legs to touch his pierced tip while his body knocked into me. He was dying to unleash himself, to love me as he’d always preferred. And I was going to give it to him.
I kissed Motley over my shoulder before pulling away and crawling closer to Twila. I swatted her fingers aside and replaced them with my own. Her head dipped backward as her backarched, her pussy completely drenched and soaked for me. “Ah, such a good girl,” I purred as I fingered her. “All nice and wet, just for us.” I looked over my shoulder at Motley. He had this desperate look, as if silently pleading and begging me to love him. “Hey, drummer boy.” His eyes lit up. “Why don’t you bring that pretty little dick of yours over here and join us?”
Motley’s face twisted into a sinister smile as he moved closer. He rubbed the top of his dick against my ass, teasing me with it. His chest pressed against my back, and I could feel my own dick growing hard as a rock. Motley leaned into my ear while his hand gripped my neck. “You and I both know there’s nothing little about me,” he whispered. My muscles tightened at his truthful words. “Now—” He shoved his fingers inside my mouth and stroked my tongue. “Get these nice and wet for me. I’m going to need all the help I can get with your tight ass, songbird.” He shoved his hand far back into my throat, making me gag. I swear my heart skipped a beat. “Just do me a favor, Kash.”
Motley pulled his fingers from my mouth as saliva strung from his hand and fell onto my chin. “What’s that?” I asked with a heavy, whispered breath.
Motley rubbed his drenched fingers around and teased me, using my spit as lube. He was purposely fingering me in a way he knew I liked. I tried to bite down on my lower lip and fight my moans, but it was pointless. He felt too fucking good. A few strangled moans escaped my mouth, and I couldn’t help but rub Twila’s swollen clit in reaction, loving her as Motley did me. He rubbed his tip across my opening as he eased me into it, gently pressing himself deep inside me. My breathing hitched, and my spine curled in response to his presence. My arms and legs buckled, and I nearly fell over. God, he felt so good.
Motley moved closer as he slid deeper and whispered into my ear. “You take me so well, songbird. You always have.” He licked my ear, and I shivered at his hot words. Twila was soaking wet,as was I. And I knew it was time. So, I pulled her body closer and quickly slid my dick inside her. She gasped and moaned as I began to fuck her, moving at the same speed and pace as Motley. The three of us melted into one. It was so fucking perfect. I was able to not only please Twila and make her feel loved, but I could be with Motley. We were free, even if it was only for this fleeting moment in time. He could love me, and I him, and there was no judgement, no consequences, nothing but love and acceptance. Why couldn’t it be this way every night? Could we do this again? Would Twila accept him as a part of us? Could this be our future? So many thoughts and feelings coursed through my body as we all continued. They clogged my brain and fueled my movements. I wanted this. All of this. But most importantly, I wanted to be able to be with Motley like this. Always.
Twila came first, screaming as she climaxed. She twisted and moved, as if she were rolling through waves in the sea. Her body was soaked, as was the bed, from her orgasm. I tried to hold my own back, but Motley wouldn’t let me. He was moving slowly, edging his own orgasm by the look on his face, as if trying to keep himself from busting inside me. He dug his nails into my skin and clawed at me as he kissed my neck and back. God, he felt so good. And having both him inside me, and my own dick inside Twila’s contracting pussy, well, it was no wonder I came next.
My own moans and cries filled the room with Twila’s. My body rocked and twitched, as if convulsing, from how fucking good they both felt. I screamed both their names, crying out for them, but I landed on Motley’s. And hearing me cry out his name so openly set him off.
Motley gripped my hips and pounded into me with all his strength. His aggressiveness only pushed me harder and deeper into Twila as she quivered with overwhelming pleasure. My own heart nearly gave out as Motley joined us with his own loud cries.He ruptured inside me, filling my body as he came hard. I could feel it seeping from my ass and down my thighs, but Motley didn’t let up. He only kept fucking me as he enjoyed himself. And I let him because I too was enjoying it. All of it.
I hope this night never ends.
As the three of us fell from the highs of our orgasms, we all slowly peeled apart. We were covered in sweat and stage makeup, alongside many other things. Motley’s face was streaked with purple dye that dripped from his curly hair, my own face smeared in the makeup I wore on stage, and Twila’s red lipstick was everywhere across all of us. We all climbed to the top of the bed as Twila nestled to my left and Motley to my right. We lay there and couldn’t help but smile and beam from what had just occurred. I swear we were all glowing, as if having sex with each other had charged some internal light within us. It was perfect. Well, almost.
I played with Twila’s hair while also stroking Motley’s back. The two held hands across me and despite using all my energy and nearly fainting, my dick came alive. A few moments had passed, and I knew I wanted one more. I wasn’t ready to end this. Not yet.
I sat up. “I’m not ready to end this. Not yet.” Twila and Motley looked at one another with a confused look. I smiled at them both. “I know you might be tired, but I want to try one more thing.” I bit my lower lip. “Please,” I begged.
Motley leaned up and kissed my shoulder. “I could do another round with you.” He leaned up and kissed me gently before looking back at Twila. “What do you say, Twila? Think you can survive a little more?”
Twila’s eyes glistened as she too rose. She grazed my face before turning to kiss Motley in a taunting sexual tease. She kissed him and then turned to me. “I can handle more than you think, boys.”
I kissed her back with eagerness. “Good. Because what I have planned next is a bit intense.” I leaned into her and whispered my plan in her ear. She gasped and covered her mouth as I pulled back. My hand gripped her breast, and I toyed with her nipple. “What do you say, babygirl? Think you can take it?” She moaned gently at my touch, and I leaned close to kiss her gaping mouth. “Tell me. Do you think you can take us both, babygirl?” Twila whimpered into my mouth.
Motley looked from me to Twila. “Both?”
I turned to him and kissed him before pulling his face to Twila’s. She smiled and kissed him as I watched with a growing horniness. “Both.” I leaned forward and kissed Twila’s arm as she held onto Motley, and the two fell back onto the bed. My body followed, and I tucked myself closer while I moved her onto her back. Motley and I took turns kissing and touching her, exchanging our own kisses in between. It was incredibly arousing and didn’t take long for the three of us to reach a point of edging new orgasms.
I reached across Twila as I touched her body and pulled Motley closer. We kissed in front of her, and I swear she salivated at the sight of us. Motley’s hand pulled her right thigh as I pulled the left, and we spread her legs. Our fingers trailed to her now wet pussy as together, we massaged her while making out above her. Twila rolled and twisted with pleasure as she watched us. Motley and I pressed closer, almost squishing Twila between us as we kissed and rocked into her. Our dicks were hard and ready, and by how fucking wet Twila was, so was she.
My fingers retreated, and I carefully lifted Twila’s leg and adjusted myself. Motley watched as I pushed my dick inside her and continued to massage her swollen clit. Twila inhaled sharply and cried out with a smile. “That’s right, babygirl,” I moaned. “Get that pretty little pussy of yours nice and wet for us.” I thrusted back and forth at the angle while gently stretchingher. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” I had to breathe through the motions. Motley lifted Twila’s other leg and pushed his own dick forward. He rubbed his pierced tip across her as I slowly fucked Twila from the side while she remained on her back. She was beaming red and dripping with excitement, completely lost.
I pulled from inside her and let Motley take a turn as he fucked her from his side. I knew she was enjoying herself, and it made me beam with pride knowing my loverboy was fucking my girl so good. And I watched, enjoying how much they loved this.
After some time of taking turns and carefully stretching Twila, I knew it was time. I looked at Motley, and his blue eyes met mine. I nodded, and he smiled before he leaned close and kissed me one last time. I turned to look back at Twila. She was struggling to breathe and had broken out in a glistening sweat. “Alright, babygirl,” I breathed. “Are you ready for us?” A small glint of fear flashed across her eyes. Motley noticed and took it upon himself to lean in and offer her a gentle kiss. It was a sweet and caring gesture and seemed to ease her.
Twila kissed him back before looking at me. The edges of her mouth curled upwards, and she nodded.
That’s my girl.
With her silent approval, I spat into my palm and used my saliva to lube my dick before carefully sliding my dick inside her ass. Only this time, I wasn’t alone. Motley did the same and slipped right inside her pussy. Twila’s body arched and struggled just as we expected, but we were too eager to stop. She cried out as we fucked her from either side. It wasn’t long before she was screaming with pleasure, soaking Motley’s dick. I too had begun to come inside her, but wanted more. So, I pulled out and came across her pussy while Motley fucked her. My cum soaked both of them, and eventually, Motley slipped out, allowing me to enter Twila’s pussy. We continued to take turns, both fucking her, as my cum both covered and filled her body. I snatchedMotley’s face and devoured him. He pulled me from Twila’s body and milked the remainder of my orgasm from my shaft, and I emptied across her lower abdomen. He then slipped his dick back inside her and began to come. His moans filled my mouth, and I swallowed every last one. “That’s right, big boy,” I moaned back. “Come for me.” His body trembled and buckled as he came all inside her. “Yes,” I moaned. “Come for me.” Motley had to pull out to catch his breath. He had completely busted inside Twila, and I could see his cum dripping from her pussy, mixed with my own. I couldn’t help myself, and I leaned down, licking them both as they continued to cry out and come together. They tasted so fucking delicious, and I was starving for them. My hands grazed both their bodies as I listened to them both. They made such beautiful music together. Music just for me.
Twila had passedout cold almost immediately after everything finally calmed. She was so exhausted. Poor thing. Motley and I had really worn her out. I tried to fall asleep, but for some reason, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t sure if it was the unbearable excitement or overflow of adrenaline in my veins, but I was wide awake. I stayed in the bed, to the left of Twila, and stared at the motel ceiling for what felt like an eternity. Minutes turned to hours, and I knew sleep was impossible.
Fuck this. I’m taking a shower.
I quietly shot from the bed and slipped into the bathroom. I cracked the door and turned the shower on. As the waterwarmed up, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My stage makeup was smeared all over, alongside Twila’s cherry-red lipstick and streaks of Motley’s hair dye. It felt like I was looking at an elaborate Picasso painting left on my face by them both. My artists. A sweet and gentle laugh dripped from my lips, and I hung my head over the sink. “Oh man, what a mess.”
“You’re telling me.” I turned to see Motley standing in the bathroom doorway. He was naked, and his sculpted body was nearly glowing. His face looked similar to my own, except he had more hair dye streaked down his neck. He wore the biggest grin and was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. God, he looked so fucking perfect.
I shook my head and stood tall. “Talk about a party,” I teased. I pointed at his face. “You got to stop using that shitty hair dye. You got purple all over me.”
