I awoke to soft moaning. I couldn't help but get turned on seeing Chance and Ally making love next to me. He held himself up by his arms and she gripped them as he pressed his hips against her, driving his cock inside her with firm thrusts. I watched as she moved to meet each one, her body arching, her stomach flexing, revealing her solid abs as she inhaled. Both were quite heated I saw, for they both were quite sweaty, and I relished in the smell of them, sweat mixed with the potent aroma of sex, the masculine and the feminine.
"About time you awoke." She said after catching me watching.
"Sleeping beauty." He grinned as he gazed upon me with sex glazed eyes.
"I hope you're not exhausting yourself." I crooned, my voice surprisingly husky, even for me.
"Want me to make love to you, baby?"
I nodded yes.
"I aim to please, my love." He closed his eyes and kept going till he came inside Ally.
I watched as he tensed for the final push and then he unleashed. Even when he pulled out, he still shot cum all across her stomach. I couldn't help myself from running my fingers through it, feeling it's warm slickness, right before I tasted it. It was so good... the salty sweetness of his cum and the just plain saltiness of her sweat.
"I want to see you take her." Ally told him.
"I'm going to make you mine." He whispered as he moved from her to hover over me.
My pulse raced as he inserted his hips between my willingly parted legs. Looking down, I could see his cock laying in my mound of hair, still dripping from his previous orgasm. I peered up at his sweaty face and brushed the long, black hair back from his tender, blue eyes. He smiled and then kissed me before pulling back just enough for Ally to kiss me too.
"I am yours." I whispered, to the both of them.
"You will always be." Ally said.
She then took his offered cock in hand and pressed the swollen, pink head against my rapidly moistening lips. Without even a moment's hesitation, he slid inside me, burying his cock deep, so deep that I felt his balls as they pressed against me. I was still holding my breath as he let it settle, letting me grow accustomed to his girth. Even after a year since he began living with us and sharing our bed, I still hadn't fully acclimated to his size, not yet. I honestly hoped I never did, for it felt so good...that brief pain that accompanied his intrusion into my womb.
"Say it." He begged. "Say you're mine."
Before I could utter the words, he withdrew his cock but left the head just inside of me. I felt the pressure of it for several minutes as he held it there, then before I could prepare myself he shoved it back inside. I gasped. I shuddered. I cried out. He pushed even harder than before and I thought I was going to pass out because of it..
"Say it." He pleaded.
I knew my voice would falter, but I said it. I forced myself to say it. "I'm yours."
"Say it again!" Ally demanded of me. She was on fire I saw from her glazed eyes.
He thrusted just as I was about to speak, and my words were swept away by the sudden rush of pain and pleasure.
"Say it." She repeated but in a much softer tone.
"I'm yours."
He kept thrusting and my body kept responding. I jerked against him as Ally worked me with her hand. All the while, he fucked me, harder and harder. This wasn't just making love. This was possession. He was making me his with each firm thrust of his body. Then he slowed as he pressed is body upon mine, heated skin upon heated skin. He kissed me. I returned it. He took my hands into his and pressed them hard into the mattress as he arched his body, tense against me. My body arose to meet his. I felt the orgasm coming. He kept pumping me with his hips and within seconds I came all over him, coating his body in my feminine secretions. That didn't stop him. He kept thrusting, driving his rock-hard cock inside me for some moments more before he too released, giving me all that he had left. He the collapsed into my arms, exhausted.
Only a few minutes had passed and in spite of my exhaustion, Ally pulled me to towards her and then kissed me passionately. She was hungry for what I alone could offer her. She moved to straddle my face. I knew what she had in mine. We'd only done the sixty-nine a couple of times before and it had been quite satisfying for us both. However, I was still worn out from my time with Chance. I sighed but went with it, especially once I caught the smell of her wet pussy as it began to press against my nose and mouth. Then came the smell of his cum as it seeped out from between her swollen, pink lips and folds. I began licking, savoring the taste that met my tongue. It was then I felt hers on me along with her hands pressing into my thighs, now slick with sweat, his and mine, along with a fair amount of his cum too I imagined. I licked her as hungrily as she licked me, working my way up and down her pussy, and because I became lost in the moment I even licked her anus, despite the potent fragrance that emanated from it. I never did rim jobs, but I did it with her and I was surprised by the taste, and by the loud moans I elicited from her. I moaned myself as she worked me with her fingers, sliding them deep within my pussy, which in turn produced some wild bucking on my part. She rode it out like a pro till we both climaxed, and then laid together, completely spent.
We could have stayed in bed for the rest of the day. Ally was off on vacation. Chance didn't have any teaching assignments, for summer school had ended. I worked from home now. My publishing company was moving into a new building, which meant everything at work was a hot mess right now. But alas, we couldn't. Our neighbor Faith was dropping by in another hour or two. She'd said she had something she wanted to ask of us. All we knew was that it had something to do with a project she was currently working on.
Faith moved into our building about the same time Chance did. It was once a bank, this old ten story building that had long stood in downtown Charleston for much of its history, certainly since the early 1900s. It wasn't always a bank though. During the 1950s through the early 1990s, it was an office building. From 2000 to the present, it was pretty much empty, used for storage by the city. Ally's cousin Richard and his partners in his investment firm bought the old building and remodeled it, turning it into high-end studio apartments. Each floor contained two apartments. Because we invested early into the venture, we bought the entire top floor. The rest were reserved for renters. Faith moved in one floor below us. We never got to know the previous tenants. They were an older couple and had kept to themselves for the most part. On the ground level, friends of Richard had put in a pub, Devlin's Pub as it was named, supposedly in honor of a friend they'd lost some years before in a car accident. Most of the tenants began mingling there soon after it opened, usually always after work and on weekends. It was there that Ally and I met Faith Kennedy. She was a freelance writer and professional photographer who spent many months of the year out on assignment. She'd been all over the world and had published in numerous magazines over the years, including
National Geographic
. She'd even written several books on her travels and even a few novels too. Despite her frequent absences from Charleston, we managed to become good friends with her, and she seemed quite taken with Chance too. She'd even gotten quite flirty too, but we didn't mind. However, once she figured out that the three of us were lovers, she backed off. We told her it was okay. We told them both that it was okay if they wanted to date. We didn't mind sharing him, a surprised for us both.
A month later, she began seeing some man. He didn't stay long, for after a month he vanished. After that, she remained single, at least from what we could tell. Then about a month or so ago, she began staying home more. She also began dropping by more and more, and she'd even started flirting again, however not just with Chance. She'd begun flirting with us too, or so we took it as such. Ally and I merely shrugged it off. She was our friend so we didn't want to hurt her if we'd misconstrued her actions in some way. We reminded Chance again that he could date her if he wished. He just had to continue being our lover, of course. He refrained from making a move. We knew he was interested but he loved us too much to take the risk.
A few weeks ago, we began to notice strangers visiting her throughout the day. Most were single men and women, but couples too visited. We'd know because they'd be on the elevator as we rode it up and down. They'd get on and off at her floor. It had to be her they were seeing. We knew because the other apartment on that floor had been vacant for months now. Then a few days later, we began to notice some of the other tenants visiting her too. When we asked her about it, she blushed and waved it off, saying that it was a project she was working on, an art project and not related to her work. We knew she had a website through which she sold photos that she'd taken during her travels and from places around Charleston and the Lowcountry, but we didn't really think of her as an artist. One could say we were definitely intrigued. We still were this morning.
We'd just finished showering and changing the sheets on the bed. Ally was putting them in the wash when the doorbell rang. Chance opened it and there was Faith, looking very sheepish this morning. I could tell that she was nervous and I knew the others did as well. She wore a jeans and a tank-top, rather unusual attire for her. She was always so fashionable, even when she was casual. Today, she was just slumming it at home. Also unusual, she'd tied her yellow, blond hair in a ponytail. She normally left it loose about her face and neck. Sometimes she'd braid it. She fidgeted about till she saw Ally and then she blushed again. Apparently, she was still crushing on her.
