Page 34 of Love Triangle
In a moment, Trig and I are laying in the bed facing each other, stroking each other's hair. We kept the light on bright to see every bit of one another. It might not be the most romantic mood lighting but I get to see every freckle, every scar, and I love it. He has a lot of little scars. Knowing how much of a klutz he is, I’m sure there is an accident behind each of them. I can’t wait to hear every story.
In another moment, Cliff hobbles into the room on his crutches. I know better than to offer to help him; he’s moving fine and his pride would be wounded if I made it seem otherwise. He sits on the end of the bed and holds out the crutches, waiting. Trig jumps up and grabs them, setting them against a dresser. It makes me smile how adorably subservient Trig is. I just want to pat him on the head and tell him he’s a good boy. Maybe sometime I will.
“Here we are. Crystal, come here, sweetie,” Cliff says as he begins taking off his clothes. I lick my lips and do as he says.
I hover my hands over his belt buckle while he is removing his shirts. “May I?”
“You may,” he replies with a heated look.
I’ve never removed a pair of pants as fast in my life.
“Trig, have you ever penetrated a woman anally?” Cliff asks in his no-nonsense way that makes me want to hide.
“Uh, no. Why?” Trig replies from next to Cliff on the edge of the bed.
“Just be slow, careful, and let her relax into it. Take this.” Cliff hands Trig the bottle of lubrication. “Use it liberally on her and yourself. Crystal, face me. On my lap. Then we can stop fucking talking. One day I promise you two will be well trained and we won’t need to bother with all of this.”
“Yes, Sir.” I don’t really know what else to say to something like that. Anyway, I’m glad to be done talking and to start the fuc–
I yelp as a cold dribble goes down my backside. Then I remember it’s just Trig. Okay. Trig massages the slippery liquid onto me as I straddle Cliff’s tattooed thighs.
“Climb onto my cock sweetie. Fill your pretty cunt.”
I shiver as I follow Cliff’s instruction, groaning as the thick, pierced member enters my slick channel.
“All the way. Take it all the way in. Be a good girl, now,” he instructs as I work to fit him all the way inside.
When he’s fully seated inside me we both sigh at the feeling of a perfect fit.
“Lay down with me. Let Trig inside. Such a shame he can’t see your perfect, tight ass when he fucks it. Oh well, we’ll still watch the cum dripping out of your gaping asshole when he pulls out, right, my sweet little slut?”
Cliff leans forward and bites my nipple. I clench around him as I grit my teeth, trying to hold in my shout. When I collect myself I reply, “That’s right. I want you both fucking me until I’m pouring cum from both holes. Please, Trig, hurry.”
“You heard her, Trig. Go on now.”
Trig brushes the hair away from my neck and presses himself against my back. He leans close to my ear and whispers, “Tell me if it’s too much. Just say, I don’t know, pecan pie, and I’ll stop.”
“Pecan pie?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah,” he says a little louder. “Pecan pie is the safe word, Cliff.”
“Good boy,” Cliff purrs.
Trig hisses and presses harder against me.
“Alright. Okay. I love you, Crystal. Even when I can’t see you, you’re beautiful.”
Before I can process the fact he just declared his love for me, I feel the head of his cock press against my back entrance. I try to breathe evenly, setting my forehead on Cliff’s chest. He pushes in just a bit, stretching me enough to make me inhale sharply. Trig pauses to feather me with light kisses along my neck and shoulder.
“You feel so good, Crystal. Let me make you feel amazing.” I relax at his sweet words and gentle touches as he pushes in further.
I can feel him pressing against Cliff’s cock now. The idea excites me so much I push backward against Trig, wanting him inside me even further now. Trig holds me by my chest, each hand massaging a breast, as he moves his hips forward the last couple of inches. When he’s fully inside me I’m panting, my hair sweaty on my brow. I’ve never felt this full.
“This is beautiful,” Cliff says with pure wonder in his voice. I follow his eyes to the occupied space between my legs and see the two cocks inside me, one on top of the other. They’re so close they could almost be touching, if it weren’t for a thin invisible layer between them.
“Somebody do something,” I say with a laugh after everyone stands there and stares for far too long.
“Not a problem,” Trig chuckles. He begins to carefully pull his hips backward and slide out of me.
