Hold My Spear (MMF)

"Hold that spear, just there," I said to Tony, passing him the movie prop. He stood before me, his olive-dark skin glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. I could see his eyes narrow behind the bronze helmet as I turned back to the camera and made a quick adjustment to the aperture setting. I glanced back at the monitor I had set up facing us, then stepped back into the shot, pulling the edge of my tunic to cover my breasts as I pressed my back against Tony's broad, warm chest. He grasped my arm the way I had shown him and I twisted my neck upwards, towards him, letting my bare thigh rest against his. I clicked the miniature remote in the palm of my hand, and felt him pull in his breath for a moment as the timer beeped three times in quick succession, and then there was a quick flash of light, and his hand loosened its grasp on my arm. I felt a twinge of disappointment, but then you make romance novel covers on a budget, you can't afford to hire another photographer. Tony was my regular, my go-to hunk for bare-chested covers. He wasn't shy, and there was an easy, aloof air about him that always left me with that little quiver in my tummy, that sense of electricity in his touch. Maybe didn't sense it, maybe it was just me. In all the shots we'd made out here at the estate, he knew the little game we played. I tease you, you tease me... I make you hard, you make me wet. It was a rare photo shoot that didn't leave his member throbbing and my panties soaking, but that's the way we liked it.

"Let's try another one", I whispered to Tony, "Only this time squeeze that shaft so we can see the veins in your arm." He chuckled. "Maybe you should squeeze it."

"You know what I mean. Now get serious."

He nodded and grasped the spear harder, and I pressed back against his loincloth, but his grip tightened so hard on my arm that I winced in pain and ruined the shot.

"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. I turned back to him, letting the filmy gauze of my robe fall as it may. I saw his eyes fit down to my breasts and blushed for a moment when I realized that almost nothing was left to the imagination. I resisted the temptation to run my fingers down his rippled abs, down to the loincloth I had him wear - and then maybe lower. Tony was a big man, with curly dark hair and a barrel chest, thick, solid arms and the thighs of an athlete. Not a body builder, but he was just right as the cursed king for the Princess of Arcadia series. His eyes followed my glance, and I swear he smiled as I glanced at the bump growing under his tiny loincloth.

"Let's try it again," he said. "Only I won't squeeze my shaft so hard." I smiled back at him. I straightened my hair and re-adjusted my tunic a little more modestly, and once more back against him. "I'll squeeze it for you, Tony," I whispered under my breath and closed my eyes. I felt a rush of heat run across my chest as Tony pulled me to him, this time with his free hand on my hip. My instinct was to brush his hand away, but I let it linger, and nestled my ass back against his rising manhood. I let my free arm drop down along his thigh and I pulled him to me, arching my back slightly as he continued to swell. I could feel his heart beginning to race in his chest, and my own pulse rise in response. I wanted to fuck Tony right then and there, just like I wanted my readers to. And I knew that no one would see us in the outdoor studio I'd set up behind the pool behind the house. The Southwest had been good to me, romance had been good to me, and I liked my privacy. Was this finally going to be the moment? I felt Tony's lips caressing my earlobe as his free hand slid around and cupped by breast. I gasped at his insolence, but at the same time I felt a thrill of excitement as he let the spear fall away and his other hand slid down the inside of my thigh while his lips continued to caress my neck. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as my body began to instinctively respond to Tony's caresses. His bulge throbbed against me as he pulled me closer to him and I found myself letting my thighs part slightly as his fingertips began to caress my womanhood.

So when I heard the crush of gravel on the drive out in the front courtyard I was angry at first, and then I remembered.

Blake.

I'd picked Blake out from the photo pool of an agency I used from time to time. He was young, inexperienced, I supposed. But he'd be cheap. And he'd do what I said.

"He's here?" I spun away, and Tony looked at me like a playmate when fun's over.

"Yes," I sighed. "You know that it's for the best. It's what all the covers have now."

"Two dudes. I get it." His eyes were wide with arousal, as I knew mine were. I steadied my voice, and forced my urges downwards.

"No, Tony. Not 'two dudes.' Two warriors, fighting for their queen."

"Fighting to mate with her."

"That's right, Tony. Only maybe she just takes them both."

He grinned. "That's just like you, Clarisse."

"Who knows," I continued, slipping into my robe and tossing Tony his, "maybe they're lovers. Hercules loved a boy, Ganymede, and he gave up the golden fleece for him... or something like that."

"Hercules was gay?"

I switched off the modeling lights to let them cool. "I suppose all men are, maybe just a little. Just like all women are."

Just then there was a knock at the secure back door to the outdoor studio and I strode over to meet Mr. Wonderful.

"Blake, it's so good to see you!"

I unlocked the gate with my key card and waved him in. He smiled awkwardly and shook my hand, and then apologized for being late. I saw Tony open his mouth to say something about the fading light, but he thought better of it. I let my eyes wander over Blake. I didn't care if he thought it was rude, he had a body that I needed and I was paying good money for it. Atop the young man's head was a stand of wavy golden hair, short but not too short. His blue eyes might just have a spark of light, I thought, if he would be bold and hold me with his gaze. He was young; but he'd learn. He'd melt the panties off of the ladies once he's learned that look. I let my gaze drop lower -- a clean white t-shirt, plain, and simple; Levis, tight in all the right places, cowboy boots. Nice, round ass. That was perfect, but those clothes would leave a mark.

"Great, Blake. This is Tony..." I nodded at Tony. "He's going to work with you." Tony grunted, but I ignored him.

"We've got to get you out of these clothes, before the light's all gone." I took him by the hand and led him out to the pool house. I switched on the jets in the hot tub and motioned for Tony to go get the props for Blake. The young man gave me a quizzical look.

"You're a Greek fighter, remember?" He shook his head.

"They weren't big on clothes. Now strip and get in the pool. If you're shy, there's a dressing room over there. In fact, I think maybe I'll join you. Be right back."

I quickly padded off to my private room and grabbed a bikini bottom and slipped it on. I lifted off the heavy costume jewelry and laid it on the bed, along with the diaphanous Greek robe that I had worn. I could see the damp spots on the back where Tony's oiled body had pressed against mine. I considered putting on the matching bikini top, but thought better of it. Why not have a little fun, at the boy's expense? A couple of scotch on the rocks were quickly mixed from the poolside bar, and a gin for Tony, and when I returned to the hot tub Tony was sitting at the edge, still in his loincloth, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.

"Blake, get out here!" I hollered.

"I don't see anything to wear," he replied.

I shook my head and strode over to the wicker door of the dressing room, and opened it. He gasped and put his bundle of clothes over his privates. His mouth dropped and I caught him gazing at my breasts. They were pert, I had to admit. Nice to look at.

"For Pete's sake, Blake. Get in the pool."

"Sorry, guess I'm a little shy."

"I thought you guys liked parading your penises around." I reached out and took him by the hand, and he dropped the bundle of clothes. I let my own glance fall downwards. He had a nice package, smoothly shaven, which matched his lithe and athletic form.

I quickly slipped into the hot water with Blake, and handed him a Scotch. He looked at it questioningly, but Tony gave him a stern look. He glanced back at me, and so I toasted. "Here's to 'The Princess of Arcadia.' Long may she wave." I downed the drink in one shot and motioned for Blake to do likewise. Tony reached down and re-filled his glass from the bottle I'd brought on the silver platter which was just now beginning to collect beads of sweat from the glasses.

I lifted my feet and let them float over to Blake.

"Arcadia's part of ancient Greece, you know. You're an Arcadian warrior, sworn to defend my virtue, but Tony here, he's Circassian. They are a wild race, wild and free. Will he steal my heart, or will you, my young king... or will I have you both?"

"Is that what it says on the dust jacket?" Tony asked.

"Dust jacket? I'm surprised you remember things like that, my wild and lusty warrior." I leaned back against Tony's legs and hooked my arms around his feet. I know what you're thinking, Tony. Just turn around and suck me off. Well, my strong man, I am so close to taking you right here. And then I let my own feet brush against Blake's thigh. Best not to tease him too badly at first, I thought.

"Does it really need two guys on the cover?"

"Look, you guys have been watching lesbian porn forever. Now it's the ladies' turn."

"It's not like that," Blake interjected.

"It's just like that," I continued, leaning forwards. "Two men, fighting for a woman, yet they feel their own primitive urges thrusting forwards. Woman dig that shit. She's going to be the one that turns them both."

"No, I mean it's different for guys, I guess."

"I don't think it's different, I just think you guys are scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Well, Blake, you were afraid to come out here naked in front of me and Tony. But if we were alone, I bet you'd have no problem dropping your trousers for me. You make us women go down on each other, but I bet you're afraid to touch another guy's cock. Because you might get a hard on. You might have to admit that you like it."

"Clarisse talks too much," Tony said, cutting me off. "This is just a photo shoot. Nobody's touching anything."

"You'd be afraid," I muttered. Blake looked me square in the eye and shook his head. Try me.

"The light's almost gone, Clarisse. And you can't let the curl out of your hair." I saw that he'd brought my himation (my tunic) and all my jewelry back with him.

"Right," I said, rising from the pool. I did my best to be bold and not cover myself, but it was hard, especially after the hard time I'd given Blake. I grabbed a towel, and Blake reached for one, but I shook my head. "You're going to get shiny.

"Shiny?"

Tony nodded and motioned towards the cabana. I noticed Blake initially covered his privates, but then seemed to recall our conversation, and strode more boldly forwards. I watched him disappear behind the wicker door. God, he had a fine ass. Cute and white like a baby's butt. I quickly scampered after and took the spray bottle of glycerin from Tony as the big man began fitting his own helmet.

"I'll do that," I said, and began misting Blake's body with the clear fluid. I did his arms and chest, and made him do a little pirouette. His body was such a contrast to Tony, and yet the two of them were two sides of the same coin. I handed Blake his helmet, and then Tony reached down to tie the loincloth around Blake's waist.

"Careful, Tony. You wouldn't want to touch it," I teased. He snorted, and then reached out and took Blake's member in his palm and gave it a squeeze.

"There, I touched it. Happy?"

My jaw just about fell open, and I could tell Blake was as shocked as I was. Tony froze there, realizing what he'd done. The two men locked eyes together, but Tony didn't take his hand away. It was like some weird sexual power play, like maybe some secret that boys have that women don't know. Tony ran his thumb over the top as Blake slowly pulled away, and when he was free it was obvious that he was semi-erect. His cock twitched in front of us.

"Sorry about that. I kinda have a hair trigger."

"Let's just do the shoot," Tony muttered, and slipped his own bronze battle helmet on.

"I can't see a thing in this thing," Blake griped as I pulled the two of them, along with their spears, out to the shoot. I quickly re-set the modeling lights. I slipped on the diaphanous gown and the fake gold necklace and thought about the best shot. It was dark now, and the two young men stood in the glare of the lights, pacing back and forth. They really did look like ancient warriors, and I felt a thrill in my stomach and a surge of electric fire which ran up and down my spine. They couldn't see me in all this glare. I slipped out of my swimsuit bottom. I don't know why, but I did, and as I felt the cool air between my thighs I could feel my own arousal growing, warm and musky, swelling with its own life. My hands shook slightly, and I felt my breath growing rough

.

"First, I think... I think maybe it's best if the two of you fight."

"With spears?"

"No... I mean... I mean wrestle." I stammered out the words like a rank amateur. Get a hold of yourself, girl!

"What do we do with the spears?"

"Just put them down."

Tony looked down at the marble floor, and I caught his meaning. "Over there," I motioned, "by those trees." I quickly grabbed a spot and motioned for Tony to help me with it. We set it up behind the branches to create the illusion of moonlight, even though it was actually dark.

"Now what do we do?"

I motioned Blake away and faced off with Tony. "The ground's soft here. You're going to get low, come at him, and try to pin him down to the ground." Then I stepped back, grabbed my camera, and waved Blake forwards. Tony, clearly, had wrestled before because as soon as Blake reached a hand for Tony, the big man swept his feet away with a swift leg movement and had him pinned to the ground, chest to chest, in no time. Too fast for me to get a shot, but my head was already spinning as I watched the two nearly naked men wrestling on the ground, their muscles clenching, their skin glistening with perspiration.

"Try it again, Blake," I said, holding the camera closer.

This time he made it for a couple seconds more before Tony had him down on his belly. The flap of his loincloth flipped up and his smooth, round cheeks faced the sky as Tony pressed his chest against the young man's back. I took a couple quick snaps and was about to get the two of them back up when Blake wriggled away from the big man and, taking him by surprise, pushed him back over a well-placed foot, and Tony toppled over backwards onto the ground. He grunted and made to get up but Blake was fast and straddled his chest, and reached out as if to hold the big man's arms down. Tony bucked and pushed, his hips thrusting in the air, and I couldn't help but glimpse his gorgeous penis swirling and bouncing as he thrashed for freedom. In a moment he had actually lifted the youth up and had rolled him over, spread eagled on his back. Tony forced one leg between the young man's thighs as he pressed his hips downwards, pinning the youth to the ground. I felt myself growing wet as I watched the young man's chest heave and twist for freedom, while Tony's powerful glutes, now bare to the sky, flexed and shuddered as he opened the boy's legs and pressed himself to him. I could tell Tony was aroused now, his cock was hard and throbbing. I watched with erotic fascination as Tony's hips rocked and ground against the young man, who he kept pinned to the earth.

"That's enough, Tony," I whispered. My voice was shaking. Blake moaned softly, and Tony relaxed for a moment, only for Blake to turn quickly and, grabbing the young man by the hips, spun him over, spreading his thighs with his own thick, strong legs. I couldn't see but I knew their erections were pressed together.

"OK guys..." I muttered.

Blake rocked back on his knees and then rose, his back to me, not saying a word. Tony's loincloth was off, and his cock twitched silently in the moonlight, glistening from something more than what we'd done.

"I told you I have a hair trigger," he said sheepishly as he put the tiny scrap of fabric back over his erection.

"That's not my fault," Blake said, his back turned to us. I stood and reached a hand towards Tony, but he pulled it away, but I was quick and took him by the arm and pulled him to me. "It's not. I put you up to this. Come on," I whispered, and pulled him to me. He resisted, for a moment, but when I pulled him close his erection pressed against my belly. I caressed his cheek with my hand and motioned Blake towards us.

"Let's just do the group shot, ok?"

Tony nodded, and I had the two of them hold their spears and stand behind me as I alternately gazed into each of their eyes. After a few minutes we all relaxed and got back into the rhythm of the shoot. I decided to start working the theme of capture again, and so first I had Blake take me in his arms while Tony reached for me from behind. Flash! I shot a frame with the camera remote. I nestled myself up tight against Blake's chest but turned coyly towards Tony, who pressed one hand against Blake's chest. Blake held me tightly in his arms, his breath warm against my cheek. Looking down, I saw Tony's other hand reach around Blake and pull him to me. I felt desire for the young stranger surge within me, felt myself tremble slightly as his fingers closed around my arm. His body radiated heat against my chest. Anything was possible on a night like this. Tony's hand rose to mine, and, knitting my fingers to his, he guided my hand down around Blake's round, firm ass and pulled him closer. Blake gasped at the moment I fired the strobe, and I shifted myself ever so slightly.

"I want you to fuck him," Tony whispered into my ear, his lips brushing my earlobe as he slid off his helmet.

I felt Blake's other hand slide down my side and I shifted my hips so that his hand could slide his fingers between my thighs. Once more the brilliant flash cast shadows and light across us like lightning. With my other hand I drew Tony towards me until his hips pressed against my ass. I could feel his cock throbbing against my buttocks and it sent an electric shock of excitement through my body.

I wrapped my other leg around Blake's hip and reached down and, taking his shaft in my hand, slid his erection over my slick wetness, right as I fired the strobe yet again. With my other hand I reached back behind me and felt for Tony's cock as I pressed my hips forwards onto Blake and felt his hot shaft slipping over my wet vulva.

"You want this," Tony whispered as his knee slid between my thighs, opening me, and with his other hand he began to knead my breast.

"Yes," I gasped. Tony's mouth was hot on my neck now, I felt his lips and hot breath as he kissed his way down to my collar bone. Meanwhile Blake's arm encircled me, and then reached down until he was groping Tony's buttocks. Tony's hand slid down from my breast, slowly down my abdomen, lingering on the crest of my hip until his fingertips brushed the side of Blake's thick hot cock. Tony's fingers continued down, inching along the young man's shaft until he reached my vulva which was already wet in anticipation.

"I'm going to touch you now," he whispered into my ear, and as he did, I felt his soft fingertip gently opening me and softly stroking and circling my clit as Blake's member throbbed against my abdomen.

"Do you want his cock?" Tony whispered, his lips nuzzling my earlobe as his hand guided Blake's penis over my labia, parting them, and rubbing the man's tip over my now swollen clit. Tony was slowly stroking the young man, masturbating him against me, letting his tip slip up to the threshold of entrance. His other hand now lifted my thigh so that I was open, completely open to Blake, and as Tony's lips brushed against mine I whispered, "yes, yes, I want his cock in me."

Gasping in pleasure, Tony turned my head to his and kissed me deeply as Blake's thick young cock slid into me. We began to grind together, the three of us.

I could feel Blake's cock throbbing and twitching in me, and I knew the young man would come soon. Tony began to slide his erection along the crack of my buttocks as his big hands reached down, down around my buttocks, and he quickly lifted me by my rump. His thick member slid down between my legs and then his cock slid under Blake's sac, and he chuckled at my impudence. "He won't last," Tony grunted, and lifted me higher with one hand and, with the other, reached behind the two of us and grasped Blake's ass with his strong paw.

"I want him to cum inside me," I whispered to Tony. "And then I want you."

"Good girl," he replied coyly.

Knowing he was close, Blake tried to pull out, but Tony held him tight, guiding the youth in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. I pulled Blake's helmet off and pulled his mouth to my breast. His lips took my hard nipple eagerly as his cock throbbed and jumped inside me. I felt my own climax rising and suddenly Blake tensed, shuddered, and then I felt his heat flood me from inside. He came again, only this time Tony pulled him off the youth, still hard and gushing, and slid his own thick manhood into me. I gasped at the size of it, feeling a twinge of pain that quickly turned into hot fire as my body accommodated the big man. Blake's cum dripped down Tony's shaft and balls as he pushed the young man's seed out, seeking to replace it with his own. He let me ease my way down onto him, and I could feel Blake's juice continue to drip from me as I clenched down on Tony's heat. Blake, for his part, continued to tenderly caress my chest and neck with soft kisses as Tony rocked softly in and out of me. The hand that had pressed against Blake's chest was now caressing my tender bud. He let Blake take more of my weight and lifted my hips, as he reached my ultimate limit and I gasped with desire. I closed my eyes and let myself go, feeling my own climax rising as Tony throbbed within me. It came in waves, first soft, then a sudden crash and a blur like when you get up too fast, head spinning, body trembling. Tony was on the edge, my spasms inciting his own hot riot within my body. I opened my eyes and looked down and saw that he was now stroking Blake into hardness. I was so shocked, and then so turned on. I watched the young man's slick cock grow from softness to curved attention as Tony stroked it faster and faster. Blake took his hand and reached down and began to caress Tony's sac as I continued to grind on him and it was too much, the big man shook and moaned and soon he too was gushing within me. That set me off and I found my own climax synchronizing with Tony's, we staggered back and then we were on the ground, Blake on, me, rubbing his cock against Tony's until the big man was spent, and then entering me one last time before we were all done.