It doesn’t take long until our attentions have her throwing her head back against my shoulder and crying out until she’s not much more than a shaking, sobbing mess. Easy rises to his feet and swipes the back of his hand against his mouth.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” Easy says.
I lift her easily in my arms and once inside the bedroom, lay her on the bed. Her skirt is discarded and she lounges against the dark sheets. Her eyes are heavy with desire and her legs are wet from her come.
Annie
Easy and Michigan shuck their clothes in a hurry, almost as if it’s a race. When they are done, I roll to my side and stare at their perfect bodies.
I’ve had them inside me, I marvel. I’ve slept with them—a tangle of arms and legs and torsos. Some deep instinct tells me that they’d do anything for me but there’s only one thing I want. I reach out a hand. “Love me.”
My words jerk them into action and they practically pounce on the bed in excitement. Michigan settles on his back and takes his long, thick cock in hand. He gestures for me to straddle him. As I stretch my leg over his hips, I fear the plug is going to pop out. Worried, I stop and glance over my shoulder.
“Should we take it out?” I ask no one in particular.
Easy replies, “Not yet.”
He climbs on the bed behind me, easing my knee down to rest on the mattress. Then he places a hand on either side of my hips, holding me steady as Michigan’s shaft separates my folds and enters me slowly.
Every part of me begins to throb. My butt, my nipples, my clitoris are all aching for something. Michigan curls upward and captures one breast in his mouth. The ends of my hair tickle my back as I arch, pushing my breast into his face. Suddenly I feel another mouth on my other breast! When I look down, I see two heads. There’s the military close cut of Michigan’s and the longer, light brown of Easy.
Michigan’s broad hands are around my waist while Easy holds my ribs and they both suck hard in unison. The sensation is indescribable. I feel those long draws as if they have a direct connection with my sex. I begin to quiver. Lightning bolts shoot through my body as the two men feast on me with ardor and determination. My torso is nearly covered in their big, calloused hands. The train of sensation hurtles down the tracks at high speed with no brakes and I throw back my head and surrender to it all.
Michigan releases me first, falling back to the pillows and clenching his teeth.
“Get inside her now,” he orders harshly. “I’m not going to last much longer with her cunt squeezing the fuck out of me.”
In my excitement I had barely noticed that Michigan is fully seated inside me. He reaches to where we are joined to squeeze the base of his shaft. “Oh fuck, bro, she is soaked.”
Easy’s hand joins Michigan and they finger my wetness together causing me to whimper and then I come again just from their simple touches.
Easy lifts his drenched hand to his mouth and sucks each finger off individually. “Sweet as sugar, Little Red. Lean forward.”
I collapse onto Michigan’s chest, unable to find the strength to stay upright. Easy repositions himself behind me and I feel the cool touch of the lubricant around my puckered skin.
“Don’t be scared,” he croons. His hand rubs me over and over around my butt. He pulls the plug out and the bazillion nerve endings that are in that passage are lit up. The erotic sensation sends ripples of delight throughout me. Michigan hisses through his bared teeth and I feel his hand tighten between us.
“Sorry,” I mumble to Michigan. I can’t stop the clenching of my sex. Everything they are doing to me is causing me to respond.
“Don’t ever be sorry for being a hot piece, baby. We love this. We love—,” he stops and clears his throat. “We love making you come.”
What was he going to say? That he loved me? That they love me? How is that even possible after our short time together? But isn’t that how I feel? All week I thought of them and how gentle they’d been with me. Neither of them mocked me for living with Father or for being the church secretary. They believe I am beautiful in my dowdy clothes and with my long lanky limbs and small breasts. I’ve never felt sexy before but now, I feel like a goddess worshipped by two nearly immortal men—at least judging by their stamina.
These two see me in a way that I could only dream, in ways that I barely am able to acknowledge within my own private heart. If there is such a thing as soul mates then these two are mine and I’ll do anything it takes to be with them.
Without the plug I feel strange, almost empty. I’d worn it all week, nearly every day, only taking it out for cleansing purposes. Easy inserts one well lubricated finger into my butt and then another but even three of his fingers don’t come close to approximating his girth. When the wide head of his cock pushes at the entrance of that forbidden spot, I clench up causing Michigan to groan and hit his head against the mattress.