“Lift them for me.”

Colleen took in an uneven breath, then cupped her breasts from the underside. She raised them in offering.

“Higher.”

She raised them another inch. Bending at the waist, Marc brought his lips to her left nipple and opened his mouth wide. He sucked as much of her breast into the wet confines of his mouth as he could. He heard her gasp and felt her shiver as he drew a firm suction. Her nipple tightened, elongating against his slowly moving tongue.

While sucking on the crest of her breast, Marc’s hands were busy elsewhere, moving deftly to unbuckle her belt and unfasten the buttons of her fly. As the last button was released, he transferred his oral attention to her other breast. His hand slipped inside her trousers as he bared his teeth and nipped lightly.

The sensitive tips of his fingers slipped over soft hair, then touched a clit already erect. The heat and wetness of her cunt prompted a low, throaty groan to work its way out of Marc’s chest.

“Oh...oh, God!” Colleen groaned.

He let her nipple slip from his mouth as, fully clothed, he sank slowly to his knees in front of Colleen. He kissed down the front of her body while pushing her trousers over the sweeping curve of her hips.

“This time I need you completely naked,” he said as he removed the last of her clothing. He rose to his feet. “Nothing will come between us. Nothing.”

He looked at her as she stood on trembling legs, her nipples moist from his kisses, her emerald green eyes glassy with desire.

“Touch yourself. I want to see your finger go inside.”

As Marc slipped out of his jacket, giving it a casual toss onto the wooden chair, Colleen spread her bare feet wider and put her right hand to her pussy. Her middle finger slipped smoothly between the delicate pink lips of her cunt.

“You’re already wet. Damned if you aren’t a passionate one.” He watched as her eyelids drifted slowly closed as she eased the single finger in and out. “Let me taste your finger.”

Her eyes opened slowly. Marc could tell that her excitement was rising rapidly and that her next orgasm was not far in the offing. When she moved her right hand toward his mouth, he grabbed her by the forearm and for a moment examined the abrasion around her wrist. Then, looking into her eyes, he sucked her middle finger into his mouth.

“Delicious, as always,” he said after a moment. “Go to Frank now. Show me how you can make him happy. Don’t be afraid. This is new for all of us. Everything that happens is a first for all of us.”

Marc sat down in the chair and pulled off his boots as Colleen walked slowly over to the bed where Frank was reclining, his uninjured left hand traversing slowly along the length of a hard cock.

As he slipped his suspenders over his shoulders and began unbuttoning his immaculate white cotton shirt, Marc knew that this was the moment of truth. If he could watch Colleen pleasuring Frank and be aroused by the sight and not infuriated by it, then this entirely unplanned threesome had a chance to survive. Then love, shared by three instead of two, could be permanent.

She crawled onto the bed, moving between Frank’s legs. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying beneath her. Frank released his cock, placing his hand lightly atop her head as she bent forward.

Marc’s heart nearly stopped beating when he watched Colleen push her lips over the crown of Frank’s cock. Her eyes were closed. She moved her head slowly from side to side as she nibbled down the shaft, not stopping until her mouth was filled with a fiercely erect cock.

“That feels so good,” Frank groaned softly.

Marc let out a sigh of relief when he unbuttoned his underwear and his own erection was at last free of its confinement.

That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life, he thought as he watched Colleen, not ten feet away and in perfect profile to him, nodding up and down over Frank’s lusty erection.

She doesn’t have any real notion of just how exciting she is. She’s a priceless treasure, and she doesn’t even know it.

* * * *

Colleen felt the plump, spongy crown of Frank’s cock pressing tightly against the opening of her throat. For a moment, she considered trying to take him deeper, but this notion was quickly discarded. He was much too thick to swallow. She had tried before, and for her efforts, she had sputtered and choked.

Her mind was in a whirl as she pulled up, dragging her lips over the shaft and the rim of Frank’s crown. She flicked her tongue against the slit in the tip and tasted a tangy, salty drop of pre-cum.

Frank sighed softly and said, “That feels so good.”

She couldn’t say with any confidence if she was doing the right thing by making love to Frank and Marc. All she was certain of was that she could not now stop what had already started. Marc’s words had caressed and excited her just as much as he did with his caresses and kisses when he inspired her orgasms in the hayloft.

Neither man was willing to give her up. They’d made that quite clear only moments earlier. But she knew they were not known for having lovers on a permanent basis, nor were they men with a propensity for sharing.

I’ll go to hell for this. I don’t care. I’ve got Frank and Marc all to myself, and that’s just what I want. That makes me the most selfish woman in all of Montana.

She lifted her head and looked into Frank’s eyes. As she straddled his thighs with her own, he leaned back against the headboard. “You mustn’t climax inside me.”

He shook his head. “I won’t.”

From behind her, Marc said, “I’ll get some contraceptive sponges.”

Colleen had to rise higher up onto her knees and crawl forward a little to position Frank’s cock directly beneath her. She lowered herself, feeling the lips of her pussy, slick with her own passionate juices, separating, expanding to accommodate his fiercely aroused cock.

“Oh, yes!” she sighed as Frank’s crown entered her. “It feels divine to have you inside me.” She lowered her hips, taking in half his cock’s length before lifting up again. The second time she impaled herself on Frank, she took every inch of him. “Let me know what you want,” she whispered, her breasts pressing against his naked chest. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Anything.”

Marc moved closer, standing at the edge of the bed. He pushed his fingers into her hair at the base of her skull, then tilted her head back. He sealed his mouth over Colleen’s. It was a hard, commanding kiss, one meant to arouse intensely. Colleen surrendered herself to his will.

Nothing had ever confused or aroused Colleen so thoroughly as having one handsome man in her pussy while she took another gorgeous man’s tongue into her mouth. She started bouncing on Frank’s lap, lifting her hips to take all but the tip of his cock out of her loving embrace. After pausing a moment, she dropped down onto him to feel his hard cock thrust deeply. And as she impaled herself upon Frank, she danced her tongue with Marc’s, whimpering softly as her lust soared higher and higher.

Marc climbed onto the bed, half-sitting on the headboard, his left hip near Frank’s right shoulder. Colleen wrapped her hand around his cock and leaned toward him while continuing to bounce on Frank. Taking Marc’s throbbing erection into her mouth, she dropped onto Frank and moved her hips from side to side. His hard cock pressed against her erect clit.

She had one man in her mouth and another filling her pussy when she thought, eternal damnation is a small price to pay to experience this kind of passion.

Bouncing on Frank, rubbing her naked breasts against him, Colleen made a high-pitched whining sound, her mouth filled with Marc’s cock, when she tumbled into ecstasy’s abyss. Powerful contractions gripped her body as buffeting waves of pure sensation washed over her. She felt as though she were about to explode or have her flesh suddenly burst into flame.

And when the last of the spasms had subsided, she slumped onto Frank, her legs too weak to lift her weight, her right arm wrapped around his neck while in her left hand she held Marc’s erection. She breathed deeply through her nostrils, keeping Marc in her mouth though she was no longer applying suction to his pulsing cock.

“Damn, she’s a hot one,” Marc said quietly, using a fingertip to move a lock of hair away from Colleen’s eyes. He tucked the strands behind her ear. “Could you feel her come, Frank?”