Lynne's Love Triangle by Missy Lyons, Cherie Denis

dark, soft chest hair. “I’m gonna use you until you can’t move much less breath. You’ll know what it’s like to be taken .”
    His pelvis arched. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
    “Great, cowboy. Better men than you have failed to keep up with me. Kurt and I went at it for six hours, and I was ready for another round by four in the morning. Poor Kurt was tired, but he held up really well. I sure hope you are half as good as Kurt.” She brushed his nipple with a delicate fingertip. “There won’t be a man in this room who will be able to get it up when I’m done.”
    Troy grinned. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
    “Oh, believe me, she isn’t pulling your leg or anything else,” Kurt assured Troy.
    Troy whistled. “Geez, Lynne, you sure are one bad lady. I think I’m gonna like it here. You look so innocent. Where do you keep your bad girl hidden?”
    Kurt muttered something, then moved the camera a few inches to the left. He put his eye to the site and adjusted the tripod to its maximum height near the foot of the bed, looked through the lens again, and tipped the camera a tiny bit down. “Looks like we’re almost ready to go.”
    Kurt opened a large zippered case sitting at the foot of the bed and pulled out another tripod and camera. He put the tripod together and fastened the camera to it. “You two about ready for your film debut?”
    “Guess so,” Lynne said looking into Troy’s eyes. “Ready, darlin’ Elvis?”
    He nodded. “About as ready as I’ll ever be.”
    “I’ll need you to lie down so I can be sure I’ve got all three cameras are set correctly.”
    “Three?” Troy searched the room. “Where’s the third one?”
    Kurt nodded toward the corner. “Behind the curtain. I just have to move the curtain and sight you two, and we’ll be ready.”
    When she walked past Kurt, Lynne gave him a long, sweet kiss and rubbed his cock. “Mmm, nice,” she assured him.
    She threw herself down on the bed and spread her legs. “How’s that look? Do you need a close up?”
    Kurt frowned. “Looks good enough to eat, and no, we don’t need a close up.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Positive, you’re perfect.”
    Troy agreed. “Gorgeous.”
    Kurt motioned for Troy to look through the lens of the camera. “Oh, God, baby. You are better than gorgeous.”
    Lynne sat up and put her feet on the floor. “Are you ready, Elvis?”
    He nodded, looking unsure for the first time.
    “Good. Hang on to your…hat, shall we say, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    Kurt groaned, “Why didn’t I know this about you sooner?”
    “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut, but I sure do love sex. Lots of sex. Very, very good sex.”
    Troy caressed her rump, easing her skirt up over her hips revealing her thong underwear which cut into the crevice between her ass cheeks. She could only imagine what kind of picture she presented.
    Kurt muffled a moan, and she laughed quietly to herself. Poor baby was probably going to suffer watching the first go round, but he’d be much happier when it was his turn to join in the fun.
    “That’s um.” Kurt’s voice broke, and he swallowed starting his sentence over. “That’s good. Anywhere on the bed is great.” Kurt continued to watch them through the camera lens. Elvis didn’t hesitate. He bent over her frame, his hands moving up over her rib cage to surround her breasts. He cupped them in both hands before playing with her nipples. She knew this was the perfect Elvis for her Christmas party. He was young, hot, and incredibly talented. He knew exactly where and how to touch a woman unlike most young lovers, who needed to be taught what the word “foreplay” meant.
    Her nipples tightened to firm buds.
    He was fanning the waves of desire with every touch. His hands splayed wide over the expanse of her stomach, enveloping her in his warmth. His fire. His passion. She bucked against him, centering herself under the hard-on Elvis was packing under his