Page 22 of The Shared Game

The latter impulse won out. I banged into her like a man possessed, and that possession was of a singular goal—my release.

Paisley cried out with every thrust, her yelps a playful, cheery, musical accompaniment to our joining. It was matched by the obscene wet sounds of our bodies slapping together as her arousal pushed her higher, high enough that I could feel her leaking around me and down her inner thighs.

“That’s it… just like that….” She moaned over and over again, gripping the table harder and driving her hips back to meet my every thrust.

I was building up to my release, that familiar weight and pressure in my balls swelling with a need that wouldn’t be denied when I felt Kevin behind me. More accurately, I felt him pressing against my still very lubed, still very well-fucked hole.

“Hold still a sec, I’m getting in on this.”

“Oh, fuck… are you going to fuck Aaron while he fucks me?” Paisley moaned, the idea of us sharing one another at the same time ready to tip her over the edge.

“Yep. Watching the two of you together has me more than ready.”

I paused for a second, catching my breath and letting Kevin slide in behind me. He eased in without resistance again, the feeling just as good this time but less scary. I knew I could take him. I knew how good it would feel. I had already crossed that line, claimed my bisexuality fully, and was now able to enjoy it even more.

I sighed as he thrust into me, a sound Paisley mirrored as she pushed back toward me. Sandwiched between them, giving and receiving pleasure, I felt more loved and wanted than ever.

I settled back into a steady rhythm, shallower thrusts now that Kevin was restricting my movements. It didn’t take him long to find his groove with me, and we were soon lost in a very kinky chain of bodies lost in bliss.

The combination of her wrapped around me and him deep inside me had me teetering on that delicious edge quicker than I would have liked. I held myself there, grunting and gasping and delaying the inevitable as long as possible, determined to live in this beautiful feeling before reaching the top of the rollercoaster and careering down.

One deep thrust from Kevin, and I was undone. I came inside Paisley with a grunt, jamming myself deeper and deeper until her sounds matched mine, several octaves higher, but just as untethered.

Her insides gripped me, milked me of every drop while Kevin kept hitting that sweet spot inside me that had remained untouched until today.

I drifted out of my body, unable to process the sheer amount of pleasure I was experiencing. The more I thrust, the higher I climbed. The more I submitted, the deeper I went.

I collapsed on top of Paisley, unable to hold myself upright, speak, or do anything but breathe as I came back down to Earth. Underneath me, it appeared Paisley was going through something similar, mumbling incoherently with a mixture of satisfaction, exhaustion, and something else. When I finally managed to focus on the words, I could clearly hear her saying one word, over and over again: more.

“Really? You’re still not satisfied?” Kevin spoke for me.

He stepped back and slipped out of me, and I did the same. Paisley was now bent over the table, her pussy looking more swollen and wetter than ever, but just as hungry as when we first started.

“Oh, I’m satisfied, but I wouldn’t say no to one more time….”

We shook our heads in unison. It was going to take both of us to satisfy her.

Twelve - Kevin

I couldn’t believe it. She still wanted more. Maybe she really was insatiable, and right about two men not being enough for her. But I loved a challenge, and was hard enough and determined enough to try and prove her wrong.

Another quick change of condom, and I was ready to go. Aaron had moved away to recover in a chair, but I was going to enlist his help to finally, once and for all, give Paisley so much pleasure she would beg us to stop.

I gave her a hard, quick slap on her soft, curvy cheeks, causing her to giggle and crane her neck to look back at me with a daring look.

“Aaron, how do you feel about getting your table a little messy?”

“What do you have in mind?” He was cautious, but I knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Paisley on it. Lying back. Legs spread.”

“I like where this is going….” She had stood up and was playfully massaging her breasts to tempt me.

“Me inside her, and you licking her pussy. There’s no way that won’t be enough!”

I didn’t have to say another word. They exchanged a curious glance, and then both moved to the positions I’d suggested.

Paisley looked as enticing as ever, her legs spread wide and her ‘come fuck me’ look boring into my soul. Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her to the edge of the table and slipped my cock into her waiting, insatiable, hungry hole.