42 - Fallon
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FALLON
Trey and Emerson found me wet and willing, and every bit as warmed up as Dalton said they would. They were also, of course, shocked and thrilled to see me. Several dizzy minutes of making out ended with the two of them pushing me backward onto the bed. Once there, they took turns kissing me even more, touching me everywhere until my whole body was trembling with the anticipation of having them.
“You were really plowing potato fields?” Trey asked, gingerly examining my blistered hands.
“Yes.”
The rancher in him nodded slowly, but appreciatively.
“Well you just lay back and relax, then,” he murmured, as the two of them peeled their shirts off. The filtered moonlight accentuated every peak and valley of their tight, muscular bodies. “And let us do the plowing.”
They took me together, as I hoped they would, putting my body through the hard paces of a vigorous, double reunion. I could sense the urgency in their movements, the swift necessity in the way they manipulated my body to suit their needs. Each of them took one side of the bed, spinning me on the mattress whenever they wanted to switch. They did this often, throwing my legs over their broad shoulders as each of my lovers took turns being inside me.
Best of all they took me from both ends at once, my body sawing back and forth, rocking hotly between them on my hands and knees. It was times like these I felt like a bridge, connecting them to each other. A conduit bringing us all together on a level so personal, so intimate, it cemented the bonds between the three of us in ways that seemed they might never be broken.
They came simultaneously, with Trey buried perilously deep in my womb and Emerson pulsing away in my throat. Getting off together was something I’d seriously learned to love, if the timing was right. And these two were the masters of timing, down to within the final penultimate seconds when their bodies stiffened, their heads rolled back, and their hands curled into my flesh so powerfully, so possessively, it was worth every last bruise the next morning.
Together they emptied every last ounce of their pent-up sex inside me, then rolled onto the bed on either side. In a tangle of arms and legs they embraced me, the three of us sated and spent, until the threat of falling asleep and missing tomorrow’s game became a very real thing. I wanted nothing more than to fall sleep in their arms, like we so often did back home. Reluctantly though, I ultimately had to throw them out.
“You’re coming tomorrow?” asked Emerson.
“Yes, yes, I’m coming tomorrow,” I chuckled.
“You’d better be,” Trey warned sternly. “I always play better when I know you’re there.”
I kissed them goodbye at the door, eight or ten times each, as they threatened to sneak back in an hour or two. Apparently I was to sleep naked, ‘just in case.’ I agreed anyway, but made them each swear to go straight to bed so they’d be well-rested and ready for tomorrow. But it wasn’t until a few minutes later, while turning the lights off myself, that I noticed one of my room keys had been stolen.
“They’re nuts,” I sighed, shaking my head. “Totally crazy.”
I cleaned up, showered, and went to bed warm, happy, and satisfied. Drifting off to sleep was easy, but so was waking up in the pitch darkness to the electronic hum of my door lock, followed by the bed shifting, followed by a hard, naked body, spooning itself against mine.
The room key thief turned out to be Trey, who, as always, just couldn’t get enough. I embraced him as he nudged my knees apart, letting my fingertips play along the familiar curves of his body as he crawled between my thighs. We made love slowly and silently in the darkness, kissing deeply, my legs spread to the point where my hips cracked. I sighed as he surged into me, burying his seed, then held him there for a long time, pinned against my chest. After his stubbled lips planted another hundred kisses along my neck he finally got up, kissed me once more, and slipped from my room.
But not before murmuring the words “I love you” in my ear.