He beckoned to York and they stood shoulder to shoulder behind her. “Are you aroused, slave?” he asked.
She nodded emphatically.
“See if she’s telling me the truth,” he said to York.
York bent and put a finger inside her cunt. He drew it out slowly and Bronx could see it glistening with her moisture.
“Taste it and tell me what you think.”
York licked his finger and said, “Delicious. She’s ready to be fucked in the cunt, but what about her ass?”
“Do you want us both in you together again, slave?”
Once again Nevis nodded hard.
“Very well. Prepare her ass.” Bronx pointed to the box where he’d placed some toys and York quickly grabbed the lube and began preparing her ass.
Bronx packed away the paddle and the whip, which he hadn’t used, but kept the flogger, standing to one side of her, and flicking it over her pussy and breasts again, then flogged her calves, before putting it away. By the time York was kneeling with his fingers deep inside Nevis, Bronx had removed the ropes from inside the minivan—or Walter as he supposed he should call it thanks to Nevis’s crazy ideas—and was ready to untie her wrists.
He finished untying her and removed the blindfold, but left the ball gag in place. He wanted her to come really hard tonight, but he didn’t want anyone banging on the truck door to find out what was happening. He held her in his arms as he lay on their makeshift bed, then he pulled her down on his cock, slamming it into her with all his strength, driving it as deep as it would go. Then he wrapped a strong arm over her back, pressing her body against his so York could breach her ass. Once York was in position he said, “Seesaw,” and pulled out of Nevis. She tried to wiggle but he gripped her hips even tighter and then waited for York to move. He held his position until York was almost completely out of her, before ramming into her again.
They gradually built up the pace, until Nevis was digging her fingernails so deep into his chest she was likely drawing blood. But he didn’t mind. He wanted her unbearably aroused and he knew he’d succeeded. He nodded at York across her shoulder and they both pulled out together, and jack-hammered into her as fast as they could. She didn’t last two strokes before her cunt clenched on him so hard he thought she might break his dick. Then she poured her hot cream all over him. He lifted one of her breasts up to his mouth and bit the nipple to keep her climax rolling through her as he pumped into her fast and hard, until his control was gone, and he spurted jet after jet of cum into her cunt. He could see York shuddering and knew he’d come as well.
Nevis was sagging in their arms, slumped over his chest, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. He grabbed the ball gag and removed it so she could breathe more easily, before rolling them all onto their sides.
“Do you think Walter will mind when we start sleeping in our own bedroom without him?” Nevis asked.
He couldn’t help laughing. She was the most amazing woman.
“He’ll just have to get together with Kermit,” said York.
“Maybe they’ll be a ménage. Animal, Walter, and Kermit,” she said drowsily.
* * * *
“I want to drive today,” said Nevis opening the door and sliding into the driver’s seat of the big rig.
“Oh gods. It was bad enough with York driving for most of yesterday,” groaned Bronx.
“Don’t be a wimp. If Andorra can fly a helicopter I can drive a truck. How hard can it be?”
“Have you ever driven a stick shift?” asked York.
“Of course I have. And what’s more I was sitting right here listening to Bronx instructing you all yesterday.”
“It’s not as easy as it seems. You have to—”
“Hear the engine tell you when it’s time to change gear,” she recited. “I know. Pass me the car keys and let’s get moving.” Nevis was determined to try. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to do it, but she thought she probably could. She might not be a natural, as Trenton said Andorra was at flying, but she sure as hell would give driving the big rig her best efforts. And she really had listened to the engine yesterday and been able to guess when to change gears. Animal’s engine noises were quite distinctive and she thought she should be able to do it. Well, she wanted to have a go anyway.
She pulled out of the truck stop very slowly and stayed in the slow lane at first, until she was certain she understood how far she needed to turn the steering wheel before the huge vehicle began to respond. But after a little while she took it up through all the gears and moved into the fast lane. By the time they stopped for lunch she felt as if she’d been driving the rig for years.