Page 45 of Take My Throne

Three men stand before me, their cocks all standing proud. They are all such beautiful, stunning Greek gods, and they were all mine. I have no idea who I am going to fuck first, but I know I am going to have all of them inside me.

Archer is in the middle, so it makes the most sense to suck him off first. I sit up and take him in my mouth, reaching out to grab Declan and Romy’s cocks with my hands so I can play with them. I’ve never felt so fulfilled as Archer gently holds onto the back of my head to keep his balance while Declan and Romy come in closer to make it easier for me.

I love the taste of Archer in my mouth. I could sit here for ages, but I am conscious that the other two also deserve attention, so I make sure to take it in turns with each of them in my mouth, every blowjob making them even harder than they were before. I hadn’t thought it would be possible, but they seem to get bigger every time they were in my mouth.

I’m in for a treat.

Not able to wait any longer, I get up on all fours on the couch, close enough to the arm that someone can stand in front of me and be within easy reach.

I look at them, wiggling my backside. “Take it in turns, boys. Just as long as one of you is in my pussy and one is in my mouth, I’ll be happy.”

I don’t see who enters me first. This is going to be one long marathon of fucking.

Romy comes round the side of the couch, lightly playing with himself. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Oh, yeah.” I can barely speak because whoever is fucking me certainly knows what he is doing, but I want the ultimate pleasure, and after the other day I knew just how much I enjoy being spit roasted.

I’ve been with each of them often enough to know the signs of when they are about to come, so every single time the guy in my mouth seems like he is too close to the edge, I make them all switch positions, wanting, no, needing them to go on for as long as possible.

I lose count of how many times I come before I finally let the boys have release. Declan is fucking me, Archer is in my mouth, and I am playing with Romy when I decide the time has come to let them have their own orgasms.

I adjust the angle of my butt, pushing against Declan in a way that I know is guaranteed to push him over the edge, as I suck hard on Archer, running my tongue over the head of his cock. Seeing the two of them on the verge is enough to take Romy with them. The guys all cry out, and knowing they are coming is enough to send me over the edge.

We collapse in a heap of bodies, all of us utterly spent.

“Wow,” I say when I am finally able to speak again. “That was intense.”

“You can say that again,” Romy agrees.

“It’s pretty clear we need to talk, though,” Declan says, bringing the mood right down.

“Trust you to spoil the moment,” Romy sighs.

“Let’s get cleaned up first, then we can talk,” Archer suggests. “Ivy, you can borrow a dressing gown otherwise I can see us getting all… distracted again.”

By unspoken agreement, I have the shower to myself while the boys give themselves a quick wash at the sink. Archer lends me a dressing gown to protect my modesty, not that there is an awful lot left to protect, and soon we were sitting back downstairs, waiting for someone to break the ice.

“The thing is, Ivy, the three of us kind of already talked about something like this happening.” Romy says. “I mean, I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re all madly in love with you.”

“And I love you all, too.” It is the first time we say it openly, and it feels good to admit it. I’ve dreaded having to choose between them all because I feel so strongly about each of them. I have a completely different relationship with each of them and they all complete me in ways I can’t put into words.

“So, we agreed that we were going to wait for you to make the choice,” Declan tells me. “And until you do, we are all free to be with you in our own way. But it’s become obvious we could never make you choose between us. It might be messed up and it might be complicated, but what we’ve all got together works.”

“We don’t care what other people think,” Archer says. “The only thing that matters is that you’re happy. So if you want to, we’re willing to make a go of this.” He moves his hand in a circle, a gesture indicating the four of us together.

“Are you serious?” I can’t believe my luck.

“Never been more serious.”

Archer kisses me as Declan and Romy both squeeze my thighs, sealing the deal.

Who knows what would have happened next if there hadn’t been a knock at the door?

Archer goes to answer it. Whoever it is, Archer spent a few moments talking to them before closing the door behind him and coming back to join us.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news?” he asks.

“Hit me with the bad news,” I say.

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