Page 11 of Sharing The Backpacking Boys
Lounging back onto the bed, I eased my legs open to give them a show. I was feeling braver, sluttier, and more desired than ever. It was exactly what I needed right now.
Without taking his eyes off me, Flint began pulling at Jack’s jeans.
“At least watch what you’re doing, Flint.” Jack chuckled, helping his friend when his attempted disrobing fell short as his attention remained on me.
“Sorry. I just… I don’t know where to look!” He chuckled as Jack discarded his clothing, his cock springing free.
“Mmm, there is alotto enjoy.” I slipped my hand between my thighs, finally giving myself that sweet release I craved.
Jack was no slouch in the downstairs area, either. While not as big as Flint, he looked more than enough to satisfy both of us.
“Let’s take a moment to slow down and enjoy it then, hmm?” Jack turned Flint to face him, stealing a kiss while I watched their every interaction with a pounding heart and an aching pussy.
Watching Flint discover his bisexual side was one of the hottest things I’d ever been fortunate enough to witness. His hard cock bumping into Jack’s while they kissed. Their shared giggles, kisses, and caresses. It was exactly what Jack had promised—my own personal, private show.
I remained as quiet as I could, not wanting to disturb them at all, but my fingers were catapulting me toward an orgasm that wouldn’t be denied, and I was more aroused than I’d been in months.
I stifled my climax as much as I could, but not enough for them to stop kissing and turn their roving eyes toward me.
“Enjoying yourself?” Jack’s sarcastic tone found its mark, but I was in no mood to play any more. I wanted them both.
I sat up, almost in a trance. It wasn’t enough to get myself off while watching them anymore. I’d promised my pussy something special, and I was a woman of my word, especially when it came to pussy promises.
Shifting off the bed, I crawled the few steps to make up the distance between us.
“Do you mind if I join you?” I swallowed hard. Fuck, they looked even sexier up close, and they both looked even bigger.
“Sure. What did you have in mind?” Jack was smirking while Flint kept his gaze trained on his friend, looking to him to lead.
“I want to taste you…bothof you….”
Without waiting for an answer, I gripped Jack tightly in one hand and Flint in the other. Kneeling between them, a dick in each hand and a permanent smile plastered on my face, I felt every inch like a pornstar.
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Sage looked sexier than ever, kneeling between us, firmly in control with a shaft in either hand. I thought I might go off too early when she began wanking me slowly, but I somehow found the restraint to hold back. Then she leaned forward, her mouth open, maintaining eye contact her entire descent.
Christ, I was in real trouble.
I groaned and gripped the back of her head as she effortlessly swallowed more than half my length—more than any woman had ever taken in their mouth.
My knees buckled. I held her shoulder for support, while Jack’s reassuring hand on my back helped keep me upright.
“Oh, she’s good.” Jack snickered, remarking at how easily she’d taken so much of my shaft.
“Fuck, you have no idea.” My words were strangled as she made several teasingly slow passes.
“No, but he will.” Without missing a beat, Sage switched from my cock to his.
With his slightly smaller length, she pretty much had him entirely in her mouth. Now it was his turn to need my support.
“Told you.” I couldn’t help but sound a little smug. Sage’s grip around me tightened, choking any further words.
“I feel so spoiled!” She cackled, swapping cocks and taking us so hard and deep she made loud, wet, obscene sounds.
I was still holding onto Jack for support, and he was doing the same to me, while Sage giggled and greedily kept alternating between us. Whether it was to keep us right on that delicious edge, or she genuinely couldn’t decide whose cock she preferred, I didn’t know. She was going at it with the enthusiasm of a woman who had waited too long to try something like this—possibly as long as I’d secretly wanted to try something with another man.
I never imagined it would be with a friend, or if I would ever manage to get over my fear ofactuallydoing something, of taking that first step, but now that I had, I was glad it was a shared experience. Even during Jack’s wildest adventures, I don’t think he’d ever managed to have a threesome with another man, and I was pretty sure Sage hadn’t done anything like this, either. We were all exploring something new together and learning as we went.
