The Little Treasure of Youth novel · Chapter 3 of 12

Chapter 3: The Three of Us

My bedroom has a big bed, made of cedar wood, which I built myself fifteen years ago.

I'd never handled three before.

Tatiana turned on the bedside lamp and dimmed the light until it glowed amber.

She stood in front of me and pulled her dress over her head.

She was left in black lace underwear, her full breasts pressed tight in the bra, her creamy skin gleaming under the light.

She reached behind her back and unclasped the hook.

Her breasts fell heavy, dark nipples already hard.

"Look at me, Lorenzo. I've been waiting six months for you to look at me."

I looked at her.

"Beautiful."

"Say it again."

"You're beautiful, Tatiana."

She smiled.

Behind her, Fiorella was standing by the bed, still in her yellow dress.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered.

"Come here," I told her.

She came closer.

I took her by the waist and kissed her.

While I kissed her, I hiked her dress up to her shoulders and pulled it over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts were small, firm, with pink nipples that hardened the moment the air hit them.

She covered herself with her arms.

"Don't cover up," Tatiana ordered from the bed, sitting on the edge with her legs crossed. "You're gorgeous."

Fiorella lowered her arms, blushing.

I kissed her neck, her shoulders, the valley between her breasts.

I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it slowly, with my tongue.

She moaned and grabbed my hair.

"Uncle... oh..."

"Call me Lorenzo."

"I can't. It's... uncle."

I laughed against her skin.

"Then uncle."

Tatiana came up behind me and unbuttoned the rest of my shirt.

She pulled down my pants and underwear in one tug.

When my cock sprang free, she grabbed it again and stroked it with one hand, and with the other she pushed my back toward Fiorella.

"Lay her down."

I laid her down.

Fiorella ended up on her back on the white bedspread, legs spread, black hair fanned out.

Her pussy was waxed, pink and glistening, already wet.

And the red line of the chastity belt crossing her hip.

I knelt between her thighs and kissed the mark, once, slowly.

Then I moved lower.

My tongue found her clit, and she arched her back with a cry.

"Uncle!"

I licked her clit in small circles, with the tip, while two fingers traced her entrance.

She was soaked.

I slid them in slowly, up to the knuckle, and her pussy closed around them with a grip that had my cock at full attention.

"That's it, my love," I murmured. "You're so wet."

"More... please..."

Tatiana climbed onto the bed, to one side, and took her face in her hands.

"Look at me, Fiorella. Look at me while he sucks you."

She kissed her mouth, her nipples, her neck.

Fiorella was trembling all over, her hips moving against my tongue.

I pushed in a third finger.

I sucked her clit with lips and tongue, fast, and she came with a long cry, her thighs squeezing my head, her body shaking.

I came up, wiping my mouth.

Tatiana grabbed my neck and kissed me fiercely.

"My turn," she whispered.

"Sit," I told her.

I lay back on the bed, and Tatiana mounted me, facing my feet.

She grabbed my knees.

She lowered herself onto my mouth, and her cunt—big, fleshy, soaked—filled my face.

I licked her clit with my flat tongue, and she let out an "oh, God" that echoed off the walls.

Fiorella, recovering, knelt beside me, between my legs.

I felt her warm hand on my cock.

Then her mouth.

I closed my eyes.

There were two mouths, two women, one on my face, another between my legs, and I no longer knew where the pleasure began.

"Suck harder," Tatiana panted. "Yes... like that, Lorenzo... what a tongue..."

Fiorella sucked me with a sweet clumsiness, taking half of me into her mouth, bobbing up and down.

With one hand she stroked my balls.

"Fiorella," I growled. "Careful, my love. I'm going to come."

She pulled her mouth away with a string of saliva.

"I don't want you to come in my mouth," she said. "I want you to put it inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

Tatiana lifted herself off my face, laughing, lips wet.

"You heard her. Give her what she wants."

I sat up.

I took Fiorella by the hips and put her on her knees, ass up, face against the pillow.

It was a sight I'd never forget.

The red line was already fading.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her entrance, wetting it with her own juices.

"Uncle," she begged. "Please."

"Tell me what you want."

"You. Inside me."

I pushed.

It went in slowly, inch by inch.

Fiorella let out a long moan that turned into a sob.

She was so tight I had to stop halfway, teeth clenched.

"Breathe, my girl."

"Don't stop."

"You're so tight."

I pushed all the way in.

Her ass cheeks slapped against my pelvis.

"God," she said. "So big."

I stayed still.

Tatiana knelt beside us, stroking Fiorella's hair.

"Good girl. That's it. You're taking all of him."

Fiorella moaned.

I started to move.

First slow, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in.

Then faster, my hands on her hips, the wet sound of her pussy filling the room.

Tatiana slid underneath her and sucked her hanging nipples, one by one, while Fiorella screamed into the pillow.

"Uncle... uncle... I'm going to... again..."

"Come. Come for me."

She came, trembling, squeezing me so hard she almost dragged me along with her.

I pulled out before that, panting, my cock throbbing and glistening.

"Not so fast," said Tatiana, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now me."

She took my hand and pulled me toward her.

She lay on her back and spread her legs.

"Hard, Lorenzo. I'm not made of glass."

I mounted her.

I entered in one thrust, all the way to the hilt, and she screamed.

Her pussy was wide, hot, slippery.

I pounded her hard, with my whole body weight, and the cedar bed creaked beneath us.

Tatiana dug her nails into my back.

"Yes... like that... give it to me hard... don't stop..."

Fiorella came closer to watch, kneeling beside us, her hand between her own legs.

Tatiana grabbed her wrist.

"Come. Sit on my face."

Fiorella hesitated for a second.

Then she climbed on, straddling Tatiana's face, and Tatiana licked her clit greedily.

Fiorella grabbed onto my shoulders.

The three of us ended up tangled, her facing me, head thrown back, me thrusting between the other woman's legs.

I kissed her.

I bit her nipples.

Tatiana moaned against her flesh, and that moan drove me crazy.

"I can't hold on anymore," I said through clenched teeth.

"Inside," Tatiana panted. "Finish inside, Lorenzo."

I sped up.

All three of us had skin slick with sweat.

Fiorella came first, with a sharp cry, arched over Tatiana's face.

Tatiana followed, legs trembling, squeezing my cock in spasms.

I came with a growl I felt in my teeth.

I unloaded everything inside her, in hot spurts, my forehead pressed against hers.

We collapsed together.

No one spoke for a long while.

All you could hear was breathing, the creak of wood, the ceiling fan.

Fiorella curled up against my right side, her head on my shoulder.

Tatiana on the left, one leg over mine.

"Well," said Tatiana, finally. "That was faster than I thought."

"For the next one," I murmured, "slower."

"The next one?"

"If you want."

Fiorella kissed my chest.

"I want to."

"I'm not going anywhere," said Tatiana.

I closed my eyes.

We dozed off like that for a while, tangled together, the sweat drying.

I was woken by a warm mouth trailing down my stomach.

Fiorella.

Her black hair was tousled and her eyes shone in the dim light.

"Again," she whispered. "But me on top."

I laughed, hoarse.

"Whatever the lady commands."

She licked my cock until it was hard in her mouth.

Tatiana opened one eye, propped herself up on her elbow, and watched with a lazy smile.

"That's it. Now sit on top, my love. Slowly."

Fiorella climbed on top of me, facing away, her hands on my knees.

She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it to her entrance.

She lowered herself slowly, a little more each time, panting.

When she had me all the way in, she threw her head back and let out a sound of pure relief.

"Oh God... it feels so different like this..."

"Move," I said. "However you want."

She started to rock, back and forth, her hips in circles.

I grabbed her ass and helped her up and down.

Tatiana settled beside my head and took my mouth in a dirty, deep kiss.

With one hand she stroked Fiorella's clit from the front.

"That's it, girl," she murmured. "Ride him. He's yours tonight."

Fiorella rode faster and faster, breasts bouncing, skin slick.

"Uncle... uncle, that's so good... I'm going to come again..."

"Tell me who you belong to."

"You. To you, uncle."

"Good girl."

She came with a cry, squeezing me so hard the pleasure shot up my spine.

I came again, slower, growling against Tatiana's mouth.

Fiorella collapsed onto my chest, and the two of them wrapped their arms around me.

At three in the morning, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

I picked it up, half asleep.

A message from Ingrid, with a happy face: "Daddy, change of plans. I'm arriving Sunday instead of Wednesday. Miss you!"

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