The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

13

Polly wasn't sure why she wanted vanilla sex. Perhaps it was because every sexual experience with these mercurial men was so overwhelming to every sense.

But she was eager to explore a more sensual session. Plus, she wanted to make love to Mason.

Polly knew that Mason had such a soft side. He was very caring and considerate. She had no doubt he would cherish her at every turn.

"Shall we go to bed then?" Michael asked as he rose with Polly in his arms.

Mason all of a sudden looked worried. "What about Santa coming tonight? Should we..."

Polly smiled at Mason's sweet innocence, "I think we may be on Santa's naughty list, baby."

Michael started walking them back to her room. Mason followed, "But it's not me that's naughty...it'a Mike..."

"Hush, boy," Michael growled. "Or I won't give Polly what she has asked for tonight."

"Sorry," Mason said as he began to take off his clothing. He was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and jeans. His boxer briefs had cartoon snowmen with Santa hats.

"How is it that you can make cartoon briefs look sexy, baby?" Polly said as Michael set her down on the bed.

"Pregnancy hormones," Michael said shaking his head in disbelief. Then he looked at Mason again. "Well, damn. She's right."

"It's the abs," Mason said as he walked over to bed, stroking his washboard abs. "One of the comments said the blonde - that's me - has a be-you-tiful eight pack."

Polly placed her hands on them, "They weren't wrong." She then pulled the waistband of his briefs over his hardening cock, and down his athletic legs. "All of you is quite be-you-tiful."

Michael walked up behind Mason and wrapped his arms around his middle. His hands spread over his muscled torso. His breath fanned across Mason's ear, "Gorgeous."

Mason's gasped for a little air as he looked down to see Polly encircle his cock in her slim hand. "P-Polly."

Michael's hand dipped lower until his finger tips touched the base of his shaft. He continued down until he felt is balls. Mason's head fell back on Michael's shoulder that was surprisingly bare.

Polly looked at Michael, noticing that he only wore his jeans. His eyes found hers immediately as she started to stroke the man before him. Michael nipped at Mason's ear. "Get on the bed. I want to get you ready for Polly."

Mason once again gasped a bit. He likely thought, like Polly, that Michael wasn't one to do much with Mason's cock. Polly stood and Mason pulled back the bedding to get situated.

Polly lifted her hair and presented her back to Michael. He knew his chore, and unzipped the back of her new dress. His hands slid under the material at her shoulders and pushed it down her arms, allowing it to pool at her feet.

Michael then unclasped the back of her new bra that was made for nursing. He kissed the back of her neck as he slid the bra down.

Michael's hands then wound around her middle as Polly stood in her panties staring at Mason lazily stroke his cock.

Michael's finger tips admired the swell of her tummy that was full with his children. Polly's nipples began to drip a little on his fingers as they rose to massage her sore, milk-heavy breasts.

Michael finally looped his thumbs in her panties as he squatted behind her and slowly drew them down to her feet. He kissed her bottom as his hands came back up to her hips. Michael rose to as full stand and let her go.

Polly crawled on to the bed toward Mason. Her breasts swinging a bit, dripping on the sheets and eventually on Mason's arm and chest. Polly could see that Mason desperately wanted to feed, but was holding himself back.

Polly crawled higher so that her nipple brushed his lips. Mason instinctively opened his mouth and latched on to her right nipple.

Michael had removed his clothing as he watched Polly prowl the bed toward her target. Being on all fours, exposed her pussy to his appreciative gaze. He could see her arousal peek from the freshly shaved lips.

Michael sat on the bed, rolling to his side to watch his two lovers. His hand traveled down Polly's back and over her ass. He watched Mason's hands flex around both of Polly's breast. The left breast, not enveloped in Mason's mouth, sprayed down Mason's neck and face.

Michael maneuvered himself so his mouth could lick and suck the milk from Mason's neck. He was surely leaving bruises as more milk needed to be captured after every extended squeeze. Mason then moved to her left breast, so Michael needed to find a new target for his mouth.

Michael raised himself up and moved past Polly, not forgetting to admire her arched back and round ass. He stopped Mason's hand by gently wrapping his own hand around the other man's. Using both hands he aimed the cock to his mouth.

Mason released Polly's breast from his mouth as the wet heat shocked his senses. This was new and exciting. It was almost like an oath or admittance - Michael wanted Mason not only to please him, but to be pleased by him.

Polly's head turned as Mason's mouth retreated from her sensitive nipple. She watched Michael sensually cover Mason's cock with his demanding mouth.

Mason's hand dropped allowing Michael to control his cock. Michael rimmed the helmet shaped head with his tongue, allowing the smooth head to be covered in his spit. His tongue licked the small bead of precum from its hole, flexing his fingers to ensure more came out to taste.

"You taste good, baby," Michael said softly right before his lips ringed below the head. Michael continued to circle his tongue around the crown as he lowered himself.

Polly was now backing herself off of Mason so she could lay beside him. She faced him and began to kiss his milk stained lips. She brought her hand to his face and hair, deepening the kiss.

Polly swept her tongue into his mouth searching for his tongue. She wanted to draw out all of his passion into the kiss as her fingers roamed his chest.

Michael kept up his efforts as he took more of the dick into his mouth. This was the first cock to ever invade his mouth in any way. He had been with no other man in any way. And definitely never felt one against his tongue.

Michael's hands fondled Mason's balls before he pulled off and lowered his tongue. Mason's testicles were drawn up and full. Michael bathed them in his saliva as his strong hand pumped the wet shaft.

Polly swung a leg over Mason, ensuring she didn't accidentally kick Michael, and straddled his torso. She slid down his body as she continued to kiss him.

Once she knew she was nearing his pelvis she stopped. Her fingers curled in his blond hair. "I need you, Mason," she said after pulling back. Polly ground her hips down on his pelvic bone.

Michael sat back watching her grind on Mason. He took the base of Mason's shaft and rubbed what he could over her waiting hole.

"Polly, take what you need," Michael said.

Polly scooted back a bit more and lifted her hips. She was so ready to take him inside her. To take his virginity.

"Stop, Pol!" Mason said taking her arm.