More, More, More

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters are enthusiastic consenters well over the age of eighteen. Although this is a stand-alone story, Erika will appear as a minor character in a forthcoming series. Enjoy!

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MORE, MORE, MORE

by Eosphorus

"Yield to temptation. It may not pass your way again." - Robert A. Heinlein.

"Fuck me harder."

I clutch Christopher's shoulders, pressing his burning flesh against me. Kissing him deep, our tongues twirling. He's like a machine the way he fucks me. Penetrating deep, deep, deep. Bringing me to places nearly forgotten.

I wrap my legs around his waist. He speeds up, burying his head in my shoulder. Kissing the side of my neck. Just like I've taught him I like.

Such a good learner!

A familiar warmth awakens deep within. Rising inexorably. How is this possible? I never used to come from missionary until Christopher. Now? Every fucking time.

"I'm gonna come again," I moan. "Keep at it!"

The hard fucking continues. Such stamina! Then again, he's only twenty-two. He could go all night, couldn't he?

Every thrust of his cock brings me closer, ever closer. Until successive waves of pure joy wash over me. Reminding me of the wonders of womanhood. Receding all too soon into memory.

"Fuck me," I whisper. "Fuck me!"

He moans louder, speeding up. Dirty talk never fails to send him over the edge.

"Fuck my hot MILF pussy," I cry. "Fuck my hot MILF pussy."

A little over the top, yeah, but it works. He fucks me in short, quick strokes. groaning steadily.

He's close. No doubt about it. Time for a little more encouragement. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

He gasps, thrusting his cock deep inside me. Holding it in place as it throbs rapidly. His body untenses and he lifts his head.

"Feel better, babe?" I cradle the side of his face. What a beautiful young man. Soft green eyes and sensual lips.

"You're incredible," he says. "Incredible."

We kiss, deep yet tender. Tongues slowly sliding against each other. He pulls out and lays next to me. I stare at the ceiling fan turning, catching my breath. He falls asleep after a few minutes. I watch him. He looks so young when he sleeps.

I sigh. How has this come to be? How'd I become the kind of woman who sleeps with a man half my age? One who's also my son's friend?

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It's late but I'm not tired.

I sip wine and contemplate the stars from my lounge chair. It's quiet out. Quiet sucks.

No, that's not true. It's not the quiet, it's the solitude. Yeah. The entire house, all to myself. What's it been, a month since Andrew left? Exactly a month, actually.

Hard to grasp. Andrew, three thousand miles away at grad school. My baby boy. Baby boy? Yeah, right. He's the same age as the man I just fucked.

Still. He must be freezing his ass off in New Jersey. Especially after living his entire life here. I open my phone and check the temperature there. Twenty degrees. Fuck.

I put the phone aside, closing my eyes. Replaying the evening in my mind. Slipping a hand inside the waistband of my pajamas.

How long after Andrew left was it when I ran into Christopher? Not even a week. I was on the checkout line at Staples buying a router.

"Mrs. Werriman?" he asked.

There he was, in line behind me, Andrew's friend from school. It took a moment to recall his name. He and Andrew were never close.

We struck up a conversation which continued into the parking lot. He asked about the router.

I admitted I'd no idea how to set it up. Looking back, maybe it sounded like a come on. "If I can't manage, I guess I just won't have the Internet until he's back this summer."

"I can set it up for you."

"I don't want to bother you," I said.

"Are you heading home now? I can follow you."

It seemed innocent. It was, at first. I rub myself, thinking about it now. He looked so cute the way his eyes scrunched up when he concentrated. What a gorgeous young man he'd become. And so sweet. He could've been doing anything else with his time.

I offered him a snack. He shook his head. He'd imposed enough, he said. Yeah, but his eyes told a different story.

"Maybe a beer?" I ventured.

"Sure. That'd be great."

We sat out here nursing double IPAs. Laughing and flirting. Thinking the same thing. Wanting the same thing. Both of us holding back.

He drained the last of his beer.

"Don't move," I said. "Have another."

I retrieved two more bottles from the fridge and sat closer to him when I got back. I leaned towards him, laughing extra-hard at his jokes.

The song on the radio changed. I knew it well.

Ooh, how do you like your love?

Ooh, how do you like your love?

Kind of spot-on, huh?

My heart was pounding, my face flush. Was I really considering this? I'm forty-five, for fuck's sake! And Christopher went to high school with Andrew. It would be wrong, wrong, wrong.

The song continued, the refrain beginning.

More, more, more

How do you like it?

How do you like it?

He kissed me. Just like that. It was forward of him, but I didn't push him back. The opposite, in fact. I responded, returning his kiss. Sticking my tongue in his mouth. Pulling him towards me.

More, more, more

How do you like it?

How do you like it?

I know exactly how I like it.

Raw, raw, raw

That's how I like it!

That's how I like it!

I put down my wine, and push my pajama bottoms down. Rubbing my clit.

"I'm not interested in loving, tender sex," I told him. "If we're gonna do this, it's going to be on my terms. Fuck me like an animal. Otherwise, go home."

Where did those words even come from? They had an unreal quality to them. It was my voice, but someone else was speaking.

I finger myself, running through what came next. Sucking Christopher's dick, Christopher eating my pussy. Him fucking me from behind, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. He needed coaching--what guy his age doesn't?--but he was a quick learner.

He's learned so much these last few weeks, hasn't he? Such a bright pupil.

I fingerfuck myself harder, the first signs of relief appearing. I picture Christopher behind me again, pounding the crap out of me. How about another dude his age with us? Yeah, there's the scenario I want. Guy number two is in front of me, his hard dick in my mouth.

Fuck, yeah.

They switch places. Treating me like the insatiable MILF I yearn to be.

Yes! Pleasing two men half my age. More than just pleasing them, too. Driving them wild. Until they're out of their minds with lust for me.

My orgasm overtakes me. I come hard on the back porch, stifling my cries as best as I can. Can't have the neighbors hear me, after all. What would they think?

I've become a woman of secrets. So many secrets. Long-standing ones, like that fling with Christine. Or that time in college with Graceanne.

My habit of reading erotica on my phone during lunch is another secret. Or how I'll lock the door to my office afterwards if a story has really gotten to me. Like that one the other day about the mature lady who takes in a couple of college guys as borders. Before long they're her lovers. Fucking her both separately and together. Hell, yeah!

I sip wine and wonder. Could I really go through with something like that?

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I text Christopher.

"I finished boxing up those papers. They're a little heavy for me to get up into the attic, though."

I have to smile. Every word of the text is true. The boxes are heavy. But they wouldn't be for him.

He's coming over anyhow. Might as well oblige him and let him help me out. I'm not sure why he gets off doing odd jobs for me, but who am I to question my good fortune? The only issue is I'm running out of things for him to do.

It's our little game. I find a task for him. He comes over, does it, and an offer of a drink follows. Beer or lemonade, depending on the time of day. Then passionate fucking.

We joked about it the other night. Laying in bed inventing ever more improbable excuses I could come up with to invite him over.

"How about a midnight text?" I said. "Maybe I'm worried there's someone outside."

"And you want me to come over to reassure you. Instead of, you know, calling the police."

I swatted his arm playfully. "Wiseass. That's not how the logic of this works. You rush over, you comfort me. We wind up in bed. We always wind up in bed."

"I like it."

"Maybe I have a leaky faucet that needs fixing," I said. "Or I need you to lift some heavy object that happens to be in my bedroom. Perhaps you bring a friend because the job is more than one man can handle."

What? Why'd I say that? But the moment I did, there was no taking it back.

He grinned. "I like that last one."

I hoped you would. "Do you?"

He smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. And you?"

"It always sounded fun. Lately, even more so. You know, satisfying two young guys at once. Showing them I've still got what it takes."

He rolled over to face me. "You definitely still have what it takes."

"You think so?"

He gathered me in, his cock rock-hard again. That idea really turns him on, doesn't it?

Fucking ensued. I imagined a second dude in bed with us the entire time. I bet he did too.

"You didn't bring a friend?" I joked the next time I saw him.

"Without telling you first? That'd be okay?"

I kissed him. "Maybe. I think I'd be more likely to go through with it if you brought some hot friend of yours over unannounced."

"Yeah?"

"You know," I said. "If you dangled the temptation in front of me. No time for me to overthink it."

He nodded thoughtfully. I sensed the wheels turning. Was he thinking of a candidate? Or maybe imagining what I'd look like sucking one of his friend's dicks?

"I'll keep that in mind," he said.

See that you do.

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I re-read Christopher's response to my text about the boxes.

"Hanging out with Anthony P right now," it says. "We'll be right over."

What?

Anthony Pomeline? I hope not! Christopher's got to be joking. He wouldn't dare bring over that moron who almost got Andrew suspended with the stunt he pulled. He's the last one I want to see, let alone fuck!

Christopher, Christopher. You think you're being your usual funny self, don't you? Most of your jokes land, but not this one.

Whatever. I shake my head, checking my hair and makeup. The stereotype of the California MILF stares back at me from the mirror. Right down to the blonde hair and big tits.

Yeah. Except these boobs ain't silicon and I'm wearing bifocals.

I go through some work emails at my kitchen table. There's a knock at the door. Christopher!

I answer it, starting in surprise.

Standing besides Christopher is a stranger his age. Christopher is broad-shouldered and has wavy blonde hair. But his friend is built like a competitive swimmer, compact and all lean muscle. He's got a buzz cut and dark, smoldering eyes.

"Hello," I say.

Christopher's friend steps forward and we shake hands. He looks me in the eye, and I feel like I might faint. "Hi, Mrs. Werriman. It's nice to see you again."

I know that voice. It can't be! "Anthony? I didn't recognize you. What happened?"

He shrugs. "Four years in the Marine Corps."

What a change! Gone is the unkempt boy with scraggly hair, pasty skin, and a peach fuzz mustache. Gone, too, is the paunchiness and sneering attitude. The shifty posture, as well.

I'd no idea he enlisted. Andrew must've known the last person I wanted to hear about was that snivelling snot.

They follow me inside. I glance at Christopher and he casts me a devilish smirk.

He can't be serious. Not Anthony Pomeline, of all people. He's hot now, but that's besides the point.

I show them the boxes in the garage and point to the fold-away attic stairs in the ceiling. "I need all these up there."

"We'll take care of it," Christopher says.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you have any questions." I go back into the house shaking my head. How did such a repulsive boy grow into such an attractive young man?

I catch my hands trembling. Damn it.

I'm frantic with activity. Slicing apples, humming along to the radio. Then pruning the potted tuberose on the windowsill. They're coming along nicely aren't they? Their white bulbs contrast well with the pink azaleas.

I make lemonade. I tidy up the kitchen. I glance in the direction of the garage about three hundred times.

Those are a lot of boxes, aren't they? Christopher knew so beforehand. Of course he needed help. He'd have to know Anthony was unacceptable as a candidate for that other thing.

Yeah, that's all this is. Helping me out. Except what if it's not?

Whoa. My nipples snap erect. No, no, no. Not with Anthony.

Another glance towards the garage. They should've finished by now. Better check on them.

The boxes are gone, the attic stairs pulled down. I hear them up there and call out to them. I climb the steps, poking my head into the attic. They're shirtless and drenched in sweat. Fuck. I'm dumbfounded, staring at them. Two beautiful young men clad in nothing but shorts.

The disorganized chaos of my attic is gone. Replaced by neat stacks and rows.

"What's all this?" I ask.

Anthony turns my way. "Just organizing a few things, ma'am. We didn't want to just pile everything right on the landing."

"But it's sweltering up here," I say. "You two must be dying."

"We'll be done in a few minutes," Christopher says.

"Fine. Then you two need to cool down with a lemonade."

Christopher gives me that impish smirk of his. "Yeah, sure. Lemonade sounds great."

I go back inside. My pulse races. I had to make that remark to Christopher the other day about dangling one of his hot friends in front of me.

Maybe if it was someone else he brought over, but not Anthony. Then again, he sure seems to have changed. So mature in the way he carries himself. So manly, too.

Wait. Am I actually considering this? No. Tempting as it may be, I couldn't.

I put the pitcher of lemonade on a tray with three glasses filled with ice. I place it on the table out on the deck.

I could have this, couldn't I? With a word, my fantasy could come true. My stomach flutters. With impeccable timing, Christopher and Anthony come in from the garage. They step out onto the deck, fully dressed again. Too bad about that.

"You didn't have to put your shirts back on," I say.

"It felt disrespectful walking into your house without a shirt," Anthony says.

I study him. "You really have changed."

Anthony stares at his feet.

"What is it?" I ask.

He looks back up. His eyes are moist. "This is tough. I, um, I'm sorry for any grief I caused you."

My heart breaks. This poor, sweet boy! I place a hand on his shoulder and meet his gaze. "I really appreciate you saying that. Looking back, maybe I overreacted."

He sighs. "You really screamed at me."

"I shouldn't have," I say.

Anthony shakes his head. "I deserved it."

I look back-and-forth at them. Nobody utters a word.

Dammit. I didn't expect such a range of emotions today. "You know what? Have a seat. I think this lemonade needs a little extra kick."

Christopher and Anthony sit. I retrieve a bottle of vodka from the kitchen. I pour a generous amount into the lemonade and stir. "Much better."

I fill three glasses and sit. I take a sip and look at Anthony. Maybe he's changed, maybe not. Let's learn more.

I pepper him with questions about his life since I last saw him. He's out of the Marines now, in college full-time and working nights. Straight A's after one semester.

I brush his arm, our eyes meeting. "Good for you. You really turned things around."

I sip my drink, glancing at Christopher. If he is trying to facilitate my threesome fantasy, maybe he's brought me a good candidate after all.

Anthony asks about my work. Not everyone loves hearing me geek-out about green engineering. They seem interested, though, asking thoughtful questions. Hanging on my every word. It's intoxicating. Two beautiful young men all to myself. The sole focus of their attention.

I finish my glass, already less tense than before. Yeah. Nothing like liquid courage.

Sweat pools in the small of my back and I pour myself another. It's warm for February, in the high eighties. Unusual for San Diego, but not unheard of.

I smile at them. "You boys should take a swim."

What the fuck? Why'd I say that? I didn't even think, just spoke. What's gotten into me lately?

"We didn't bring bathing suits," Christopher says.

I ought to tell them to go au naturale. Picture it! Me sipping spiked lemonade as they disrobe and hop in the pool. Watching them for a spell, then standing. Stripping down. Sliding sensuously into the water, their eyes glued to me.

I'm sure they'd be surprised. Caught off guard, unable to move. But only for a moment. They'd kiss me, their hands wandering over my nude body. Grabbing my breasts. A cock in each of my hands. Yes! And I'd lead them inside to my bedroom, where I'll have them do whatever comes to mind.

"You can borrow Andrew's swimming trunks," I say instead.

Chicken! At least my suggestion moves things in the right direction. The boys will be shirtless and splashing around my pool. Not completely naked, but I can work with that. It's a starting point.

Baby steps. Baby steps.

"Only if you promise to join us," Christopher says.

That feels more like a big girl step.

Our eyes meet. Nudging me along, is he? Alright. "Sure. Why not?"

_________

I fetch a pair of Andrew's bathing trunks for them. Anthony heads towards the hall bathroom to change.

The moment the door closes, I turn to Christopher. "Are you serious about this?"

He grins. "If you are. You said you'd rather I bring over a friend unannounced. Something about not giving you time to overthink things."

"I did say that, huh? It's tempting. He's tempting. He really has changed, hasn't he?"

"He used to be a real douchebag," Christopher says. "But he's done a complete one-eighty."

"It seems so."

"How about you take some time to process this," he says. "I kinda sprang it on you."

"Maybe. Let me go change." I walk towards my room. Anthony emerges from the bathroom clad only in red swim trunks. We pass close by. He smiles shyly and I get a good look at his torso from up close.

Damn!

There's that distinct stirring between my legs again.

I'm not going to be able to resist, am I?

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Going with a bright red bikini feels bold. After all, I'm not in my twenties anymore. Whatever. I know my effect on men. If anything, the lustful gazes cast my way have ticked up in recent years. From guys of all ages, too.

I throw on a coverup and go outside. Christopher and Anthony are already in the pool. I drain the last of my drink and take a deep breath.

You can do this. You can do this.

It's like I'm watching myself from the outside. A complete picture. Me standing there staring at Christopher and Anthony swimming. The sun is bright, a cool breeze blowing out of the northwest. "Pink Cadillac" by Bruce Springsteen is on the radio.

I toss the coverup on the lounge chair. The guys freeze, eyes locked upon me. Okay. I can make a grand sexy entrance. I may be a nerdy engineer, but I know how to strut my stuff.

I saunter towards the pool, smiling back at them. Throwing in a little extra sway in my hips. Maintaining eye contact.

That's right, boys. Drink in the sight of me. Your dream MILF.

My foot steps onto something. Whatever it is slides out under me. The skimmer net! The fucking skimmer net! I lose my balance, falling forward into the water. A spectacular belly flop.

Oh, no!

I get to my feet. My glasses are speckled with water, my hair soaked. I choke back tears.

Some dream MILF!

Anthony and Christopher hurry over.

"You okay?" Christopher asks.

"I'm fine." I'm a giant goofball, that's what I am. Talk about a complete ditz! I can't even enter a pool without making an ass of myself. The sight I must've made.

"Let me dry your glasses," Anthony says.

I nod. He removes them from my face gently and rushes out of the pool. Here I am, soaking wet and half blind.

Christopher hugs me. His closeness feels good. Comforting.

I laugh. The whole thing is absurd. A woman in her forties trying to act like a sex goddess for these two young studs. Thinking she's as cool as fuck. Then, SPLASH!

"What's so funny?" Christopher asks.

"Me," I say.

Christopher kisses me. I feel flush. Anthony returns, my glasses in hand.

"May I?" Gingerly, he places my glasses back onto my nose. They're not perfectly dry, but that's okay. It's a sweet gesture. A caring one.

Decision time. I could put a stop to this right now. But why should I? My deepest fantasy is staring me in the face. The thing I've dreamed of for years. Masturbated about countless times.

Go for it. Go for it.

I turn to Christopher. My hand squeezes his. We kiss.

Is this happening? Is this really happening?

I'm on autopilot. Draping my hands over the back of Christopher's neck. Pulling him close, kissing him deep. Neither of us hold back. Lips part, tongues push forward.

His hands slide down my back onto my ass. Grabbing both cheeks.

I break off the kiss and look at both of them. "I think it's time we discussed what's really going on."

The boys glance at each other and nod.

I adopt my stern mom voice. "This has to be kept between the three of us."

Anthony nods. "I understand."

"One hundred percent," Christopher adds.

I gesture back-and-forth between them. "Were you two planning on interacting? It's best to admit upfront if that's what you're into."

They shake their heads.

"No, ma'am," Anthony says. "This is all about worshiping you together."

Worshiping me together, huh? Excitement runs over my shoulders. I close my eyes for a moment. Willing myself forward. It's almost like there's a voice whispering in my ear.

Do it, girl. Do it.

I undo my bikini top. No turning back now.

I let it fall into the water. "Lose the swim trunks, boys."

They stare at my tits wide-eyed. Paralyzed.

"What'd I tell you? Drop 'em!" I say.

They obey. They'll always obey, won't they?

As it should be, boys, as it should be.

I beckon Anthony towards me. "Come here."

"Yes, ma'am." Anthony steps forward. His strong arms wrap around my shoulders. My breasts press into his hard pecs.

"Keep calling me that," I whisper. "It's hot."

"Yes, ma'am."

We kiss, my mind racing. I'm standing topless in my pool with two naked men. I've kissed them both, one after the other. Guess I'm that sort of gal now. The type about to bang two men half my age. My son's age. My son's friends.

I like it.

Anthony's kisses are tender. Nervous. Of course they are.

I back off, cradling his face. "It's okay, Anthony."

"Sorry," he says. "You've always been kinda intimidating."

I grab his cock. It swells at my touch. "You don't have anything to worry about. As long as you're a good boy and do exactly as I command. Do I make myself clear?"

He nods.

This is fun.

"Tell me," I say.

"Loud and clear, ma'am."

Good boy. "Don't hold anything back."

"Yes, ma'am."

A shiver runs down my spine. He kisses me again. Harder than before. Hungrier. I'm swept away by it all. His tongue twirling around mine. His strong arms. His taste, his scent.

I glance at Christopher. "I love when you bring a friend. I hope I'm not neglecting you by giving him so much attention."

Christopher grins. "Take your time."

My eyebrow shoots up. "Do you like to watch?"

He nods.

"We both do," Anthony says.

Something in their tone tells me there's more to this story. "You've done this before, haven't you? A threesome, I mean."

Anthony and Christopher glance at each other

"It was last summer," Christopher says. "We got involved with the same girl. It's kind of a long story."

I raise an eyebrow. "I look forward to hearing every lurid detail later."

Well! Didn't expect them to be more experienced than me with this sort of thing. That's probably a good thing. No chance of freaking out when it's time to get down to it.

I kiss Anthony again, grabbing his ass. Squeezing his firm buns and pulling his midsection towards me. Pressing his erection against my belly.

I break it off, turning to Christopher. I kiss him, as hot and unrestrained as it was with Anthony. Holding nothing back.

Back to Anthony. Kissing his mouth and squeezing his ass. Christopher moves in behind me. Four strong hands wander my curves, both men rubbing against me. Four hands!

Christopher kisses my shoulder as me and Anthony make-out. His cock pushes into my butt crack.

Two cocks pushing against me at once! What a dream. And my afternoon is only beginning.

Christopher kisses his way up my neck, his tongue flicking my earlobe. Pleasure courses through me, my arousal soaring. Have I ever been this excited? No, never. How could I have been? Enveloped by all this manliness, so much masculine energy directed at me! At me!

I turn my head, kissing Christopher as Anthony kisses my neck. Another head turn and it's back to Anthony. All as their hands continue their exploration. Squeezing breasts and ass cheeks. A whirlwind of arousal, centered on me.

I sigh. "Oh god."

These young men, these gorgeous specimens of masculinity. And I'm the one who has them ramped-up! In the palm of my hand. Mine to do whatever I wish with. And there's so much I wish. So, so, so much. Time to get started on some of it.

"Come on, boys. Let's take this inside."

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Two naked men in my bedroom. How to wrap my brain around this? The three of us nude at the foot of my bed. Anthony and Christopher rubbing against me from either side. Kissing me passionately.

I jerk them off, savoring the feel of a stiff erection in each hand. "I want to suck your dicks."

Kneeling between two hard cocks, going back-and-forth between them! I've seen that in porn. Read plenty of stories including it, too. It always makes me come. But instead of pretending I'm the girl in the story, it'll actually be me.

Me!

I kneel, stroking their dicks. Studying them up-close. Such beautiful, rock-hard cocks. Mine to do with as I please. Lucky, lucky lucky me.

Both are exceptionally well-groomed. Trim patches of pubic hair, smoothly-shaven and balls. Recently manscaped, huh? Nothing like a spirit of optimism.

I lick the tips of their cocks. First Anthony, then Christopher. Tasting their pre-cum. Yup, my tongue has been on two cocks in a row.

Another sexual line shattered. Hell, yeah! Let's get this thing going. I alternate sucking their cocks, taking care to jerk whoever's dick isn't currently in my mouth. It's easier than I expected.

I lick each of them up and down their entire length. First one cock, then the next. I jerk them both off in turn, licking Christopher then and then Anthony's balls. Reveling in the depraved joy of it all.

This is so much fun. More fun than I dared hope. Why'd I wait so long to try this?

I take my time, turning my head back-and-forth. Getting into a groove. Suck, suck, slurp. Switch cocks. Suck, suck, slurp. On and on.

I delight in their moans and whimpers. That's right, boys. Enjoy yourselves.

My excitement is at a fever pitch. Overwhelming in its intensity. Spurring me onward. I've held out as long as I can. Delightful as this is, I need these cocks in my pussy.

I stand, kissing each of them in turn. "You guys ready to fuck me?"

They nod eagerly.

"I want it from both ends at the same time," I say. "My mouth and my pussy. Anthony, you get my pussy first."

He smiles. "Yes, ma'am."

I give them each a hungry tongue kiss, then crawl onto my bed. Getting on all fours, sticking out my ass and arching my back. Christopher kneels in front of me, hard cock pointed at my face. Anthony gets into position behind me.

I glance back at Anthony. "Sweetie, get my pussy warmed up first. And be sure to keep your dick nice and wet."

He nods. "Yes, ma'am."

I grant him an approving smile. Good boy.

I turn back to Christopher. "Thank you for giving me the nudge I needed."

Christopher leans over, kissing me deep. Passionate kissing as Anthony licks my pussy and thrusts his tongue inside me. A tongue in each end of me! What a day!

Anthony straightens up. He eases his cock into my pussy. Backing out a few times, eventually working his full length inside me. Filling my void.

"Damn," I moan.

Anothony thrusts into me steadily. He's bigger than I'm used to and it takes a bit to acclimate to him. But goddamn he feels good. So fucking good. His rock-hard organ penetrates deep. So fucking deep.

I extend my tongue, taking Christopher into my mouth. Sucking it. Two cocks inside me! Is this really happening? Yes, it is, and it's a dream come true. I focus on every detail, wanting to remember this with absolute clarity for the rest of my life.

Anthony fucks me at a smooth pace, clutching my ass cheeks. Pounding away as I enjoy Christopher's cock in my mouth.

A familiar warmth wells up deep inside me. Already? I'm so turned on it shouldn't come as a surprise. Even so, this must be a record of some kind.

I back off Christopher's cock. "Fuck me harder, Anthony. Fuck me harder."

Anthony does as I demand, hammering me vigorously. The inner warmth intensifies, bubbling up steadily. Rising, rising, rising. It will be any moment. Any moment. I need this. I need this. So fucking bad.

FUCK, YES!

The power and suddenness of my orgasm shocks me. Wave following ecstatic wave coursing through my entire body. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

"You made me come, Anthony!" I say. "You made me come so motherfucking hard."

Anthony eases up, fucking me extra slow. "We aim to please, ma'am."

You succeed. So fucking well.

The guys back off, rotating around me.

Yes, yes, yes! "Fuck, yeah! Take turns, boys! Take turns!"

Christopher enters me in one fluid motion. No wonder! I must be drenched down there. That makes it two dicks in a row inside me. This is my life now! Yes!

The sight we must make! Too hot young guys barely old enough to buy beer spit-roasting a woman old enough to be their mom. And all three of us moaning as the sucking and fucking continues. I feel another orgasm coming on.

Yup. Right on time.

"Give it to me hard," I moan. "Make me come, Christopher. Make me come."

Christopher fucks my pussy harder. Bringing me closer to orgasm with every thrust. Ever closer. Until I'm on the precipice.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cry.

I come hard. Waves of ecstasy wash over me as I ride out the throes. Both men pounding away at me throughout. So much cock, far more than I've ever had before.

But I'm not satisfied. No. Not even close. I want more. More, more, more.

Christopher and Anthony switch places again. It gives me a chance to catch my breath. I look up at Christopher. "Really fuck my face. Don't hold back."

He nods. He knows by now how much I enjoy the occasional face fucking.

Christopher sticks his cock into my mouth, thrusting steadily from the get-go. I concentrate on the feel of his rock hardness against my lips. His lust for me made manifest.

I moan louder. Another orgasm looms. It'll be soon, very soon. The joyous warmth within awakens again. I back off Christopher's cock, dropping to my elbows. Punching the mattress. "I'm gonna come again! FUCK!"

My words dissolve into incoherent screeching. My orgasm is even stronger than my earlier ones, intense waves coursing through me. Wracking my body. I can't speak or even breathe until it subsides.

"Oh my god that was amazing," I moan.

I remain on my elbows, ass thrusts upwards. Anthony slows up, thrusting into me gently. Providing me another chance to catch my breath.

I turn towards Christopher. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to neglect you."

"You didn't." Christopher glances at Anthony, who backs off. Christopher moves in behind me, taking his place.

Christopher fucks me while Anthony kneels besides us jerking off.

I make eye contact with Anthony. "That's right, babe. Jerk off for me. Stroke that cock and watch me. Watch me getting fucked. You like watching, don't you?"

Who is this woman talking? This she-wolf I've become?

Christopher fucks me fast but steady. Two minutes or so of good, hard fucking. Maybe longer. The first signs of yet another orgasm appear.

The men glance at each other, switching places. Christopher jerks off while watching Anthony take his place. More hard fucking, another orgasm soon signaling its approach. Anthony eases up then pulls out of me. The men switch places again. My impending orgasm recedes.

I sigh. "You two fuck me so good."

It begins anew. Christopher fucking me, Anthony fucking me. Back to Christopher. Each man gives me delirious minutes of spirited fucking before they switch again. Bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again. Only to have me descend back from the brink each time they switch.

They could go all afternoon, couldn't they? Easing off their own orgasmic precipice every time they pull out of me.

I feel another orgasm nearing as Christopher fucks me. Enough torture! "Don't you dare fucking pull out until you've made me come!"

Christopher keeps at it, pounding away. Good boy. Yeah, nice and hard. The familiar inner heat returns, rising sharply. Spiking in intensity.

His cock probes my depths. In and out, in and out. Every thrust from this angle hits my G-spot. Bringing my inevitable release ever closer.

So close. Close, close, close.

I'm there! Waves of pleasure pulsate outwards through my entire body. Carrying me aloft and sweeping me along with their power. I'm given away to ecstasy.

The waves recede. I return to Earth and exhale, sighing. "That was so fucking good."

Christopher slows down. I push myself up onto my hands and knees. "I can't take much more of this. I think it's time for you boys to get some relief. How do you want to finish?"

The guys glance at each other.

"Could you ride me?" Anthony says.

"And maybe suck my dick while you do?" Christopher asks.

These two have talked this all out, haven't they? Okay. Planning and preparation are good things.

Anthony gets on his back with his head and shoulders propped up on pillows against the headboard. I swing a leg over his midsection and straddle him. Taking his cock in hand, I guide it into my pussy.

I gasp. "You feel so good in me, Anthony."

Anthony sits up, sucking on my tits as he thrusts upwards. Pinching my nipples, too. Exactly as I prefer. Christopher's coached him well, hasn't he?

Christopher stands next to us. I turn my head, sucking his cock. Pushing down on Anthony in time to his upward thrusts.

It takes a bit to get into a rhythm. Letting the boys do most of the thrusting appears to work best. Soon all three of us are in harmony, two cocks pistoning in and out of both ends of me.

So much to savor! Anthony's cock inside my pussy and his hands squeezing my tits. Christopher's hard cock in my mouth.

Christopher stares at me, eyes aglow. "You are so fucking incredible!"

Damn right I am.

Time to make him come. I've learned the moves that do the trick for him. I jerk him off fast, sucking the tip of his cock. Giving him deep suction.

Christopher gasps. "Oh fuck."

Anthony thrusts up harder into me, grunting. Staring wide-eyed at me, clearly turned on watching me suck cock.

Both of them will come soon, won't they? Two men half my age, satisfied because of me. Because I'm the one they want. I'm the one who does it for them.

Damn right!

Christopher gets there first. He lets out a loud sigh, his giveaway. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, grabbing the base of his cock. A moment later it pulses rapidly, throb after throb.

"Holy shit," he moans.

I wait until the last lingering twitch fades before pulling back and swallowing. "How's that?"

"Fantastic," he says. "Now you can focus on Anthony."

I grin, bouncing on Anthony's cock. "Whaddya say, Anthony? You want my complete attention?"

"Please, ma'am," he moans.

Christopher eases back out of bed, and I ride Anthony's cock harder. Driving it nice and deep.

Damn. I might even come again.

As joyful as it was having two cocks entertain me, it's nice to focus on Anthony solo. Christopher's gotten plenty of my attention these last few weeks. Let Anthony have a little of the same.

"You feel so fucking good inside me." I moan, pressing down on his cock harder. Trying to bring as much of him inside me as I can. To take all Anthony has to give.

"Let me get on top of you," he moans. "Please, please, please! It's what I've always dreamed of."

Always dreamed of, huh? How long has he fantasized about me? I make eye contact. "Of course, babe. However you want me."

I climb off him. He eases me onto my back.

"I need a pillow," I say.

Christopher grabs one and places it under my shoulders. I look into his eyes as Anthony gets into place. He enters me again, laying atop me. Burying his face in my shoulder, kissing my neck and thrusting into me.

I wrap my arms around Anthony's back, clutching him tight.

I close my eyes, concentrating on every aspect of the experience. Anthony's muscular young body. His hard dick in my pussy. Christopher watching us.

"Fuck me, Anthony," I moan. "Fuck me!"

I've rarely been fucked with such relentless power. Such endurance! Such intensity!

The heat from down deep surges once more. All my life, I never came from missionary sex. Never, never, never! Now it's every time without fail.

"I'm gonna come," I cry. "I'm gonna fucking come. Oh, Anthony!"

I ride the waves, joy and ecstasy overwhelming me. Fuck! Anthony hammers my pussy throughout. Giving me the raw pounding I crave.

"That was so good," I say. "God, Anthony! Now come for me, baby. Gimme your cum."

Anthony keeps at it, driving into me. Moaning steadily now. Yeah, he's close. Of course he is.

"Fuck me, Anthony," I cry. "Fuck me, Anthony!"

His body stiffens up and he pushes his cock as deep as it'll go. Holding it in place and gasping as he comes inside me. I clamp down on this throbbing cock.

One boy coming in my mouth, one boy coming in my pussy. Filled with their cum from both ends. Fuck, yes!

Anthony pulls out and lays next to me. Christopher settles in on the other side. I turn to face him and Anthony spoons me from behind, kissing my shoulder.

What a place to be, between these two young men. My lovers. The ones I fuck at the same time.

Christopher kisses me. "How're you feeling?"

I grin ear to ear. I'm sure there's a dreamy look in my eyes. "Never happier to be a woman."

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I settle into my lounge chair, glass of wine in hand. Trying to absorb the reality of my day. Replaying it in my mind.

All that foreplay in the pool. Then getting the shit fucked out of me. The three of us napping afterwards. Grilling pesto pizza for dinner while the guys--my guys!--swam. After we ate came the second round of fucking. The boys took turns eating my pussy while I sucked the other's dick. Then more spitroasting. My new favorite hobby!

The long talk we had afterwards, setting up our arrangement. Both boys will visit me solo regularly. Maybe once a week. Rare enough to keep me wanting more. They'll see me together now and then, too. Everything I could ever want.

I sigh. I should feel bad, shouldn't I? Why don't I? Christopher and Anthony are both Andrew's friends, after all. Not close ones, but nevertheless.

Stop overthinking it. Enjoy this turn your life has taken.

I close my eyes. Letting the highlight reel begin. We ran through a lot of combinations that second time, didn't we? I rub myself, reliving it all.

I considered offering them anal. I've come to enjoy that in recent years. But I'd had plenty for one day. And I should save something for the next time. Yeah, imagine that. Mounting Anthony while Christopher gets into position behind me.

That image pushes me over the edge. I enjoy another orgasm, whimpering and coming on my lounge chair. Exhaling afterwards.

Life is so good sometimes.

I gaze across the yard. My shed could use a fresh coat of paint, couldn't it? I'm sure Christopher and Anthony wouldn't mind taking care of that for me maybe next weekend.

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Endnotes:

- The song mentioned as well as the inspiration for the title goes to "More, More, More" by Andrea True. The story of the MILF and her two college-aged boarders that Erika references is the excellent What a Cougar Wants by my fellow Literotica author Rob_Royale. If you enjoyed this story, you will surely enjoy it.

- This story broke a lot of new ground for me. Look for my essay "What I Wrote and Why - More, More, More," for the backstory behind how this tale came to be and the experimental approach behind it. And keep an eye out for my forthcoming series "The Magnificent Mrs. Rizzio" in which the lovely Erika makes an appearance.

- As always, comments and votes are appreciated. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.