He spreads my legs wider, kisses me ferociously with his tongue and slams into me repeatedly until I can’t hold onto this realm anymore. I spin out of my head, my eyes shuttering and I can see only a medley of colors and can hear only the harsh panting of our mutual breathless climb over the edge of the cliff.
Michigan pumps against me, once, twice and then the hot jets of his come spill inside my sex.
“Fuck, yes!” he shouts and the grip on my hip turns almost bruising under his tight embrace. I love it. I hope I wear the signs of his possession and Easy’s for a long time.
Michigan pauses and kisses me again, this time with tenderness. Our kiss is long and leisurely and we caress each other in giddy repletion.
All too soon, he leaves me, pulling away and leaving behind a trail of sticky liquid as he withdraws. “Be back in a minute, sweetheart.” He gives my face a rough caress and then walks off through a nearby door.
“Do you need some time to rest, Little Red?” Easy says.
I move my legs experimentally. “No, I’m still in one piece.”
“But no longer a virgin.” He grins.
His smile is contagious and I can’t help but respond to his good humor. “No, I’m not.” A thought occurs. “Are you upset that it was Michigan?”
“Not at all.” He rises from his chair to bend over my supine body. With the hand that he had used to rub himself, he reaches between my legs but doesn’t stop at my opening. Instead he moves backward and presses the tip of his finger inside my butt! “I’m going to be the first one to fuck you here. We’re both going to enjoy the hell out of it, I promise you that.”
He removes his finger and then leans down to kiss the shock off my face. I’m dazed by his words and by his taste and then the feel of his large frame pressing down on my own. I hear something slap Easy and when I peer over his back I see it’s a washcloth. Easy swipes it from his back and places it between my legs. He cleans me off and then tosses the soiled cloth on the floor.
“Move over.”
I do as he orders and he climbs in beside me, rolling me on my side. At my back I feel the king bed dip and then the warm body of Michigan snuggling up against me. He draws some of my hair away from my sweaty neck and back while Easy lies down in front of me.
“Are we going to sleep?” I ask uncertainly.
“No, but Michigan took you hard and I know you’re going to be sore tomorrow so we’re going to fuck nice and slow this last time tonight. Tomorrow we’ll cook you breakfast and send you home with a present.”
“What kind of present?”
“The kind that will make you wet and horny and have you running back to our bed,” Easy answers and raises my leg to hang over his hip. I’m still wet and slippery and there’s almost no resistance when Easy’s broad head nudges my entrance. But once his head is inside me, I wonder how the rest of it’s going to fit, even after Michigan worked me over.
“It’s going to feel real good,” Easy says soothingly. He reads the panic that had raced across my face. Behind me Michigan is squeezing my shoulders and running a finger down the center of my spine. I shiver and move closer to Easy. He’s got a little more hair than Michigan. His chest has a sprinkling of short, curled light brown hair which thickens near his penis. It feels both soft and scratchy against my skin.
His hand captures a breast and teases the nipple into a taut point. He moves to the other breast, closest to the bed, and then Michigan reaches around and suddenly I have two hands on my body but they belong to different men. The sensation is strange and wonderful.
Easy’s face as he pushes inside is a far cry from his smiles and winks. His nostrils flare wide and all traces of laughter have been replaced with serious intent. The veins of his neck are strained. His eyes eat me up and then he pushes forward and we both moan. Michigan braces my hips from behind as Easy inches inside. He feels enormous and I fear I might split in two from his possession. But he doesn’t rush me and after long moments of incremental progress, he finally reaches the end.
Easy huffs out a half laughter, half moan as he fully encases his shaft. I swear I can feel his blood pulse along the entire length. It’s like his very heart is inside me, pounding out the words of his lust.
He claims my mouth and we kiss in long, lazy, languid caresses as he slowly moves his thick shaft in deep strokes. We’re barely moving. Whereas the thrusts of Michigan shook the bed and me, Easy’s glides shift my hips in small movements but the effect is as devastating.
My sensitive breasts are crushed against his chest and his mouth devours mine. Michigan rubs his hands over every exposed inch of me. I feel surrounded by their attention and care.
The orgasm builds as leisurely as our joining. Easy’s penis is no longer stretching me but filling me. The musk of our joining fills the air and our sweaty bodies slide against one another in a steady rhythm. I can feel the pleasure coiling inside as each pass of his penis against my swollen tissues winds the spiral of delight tighter and tighter.
I grind against him and Michigan helps, pushing me closer to Easy until we are so intimately clasped that we are one body. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
The words of Solomon spin through my mind as Easy loves me with his body. He grips me to him and I feel the muscles in his shoulders bunch under my fingers as he spurts his release in long heavy ropes. The warm fluid spurs my own release and as the pleasure overtakes me, I shatter into tiny pieces only to find that four hands hold me as I fall.
Easy murmurs tenderly in my ear that I felt so good, better than any he’s ever had. Michigan rubs my back as I shudder with the aftershocks of the ecstasy they’ve wrought. I’m too wrecked to move when Easy peels away from me. His laughter is back and amused but satisfied masculine voices exchange words I’m too exhausted to make out. Footsteps pad against the hardwood floor. Water turns on and then off. A warm cloth is pressed between my legs and a cool one is stroked across my forehead.
“We wore her out,” Michigan comments gruffly.
“There’s still morning sex,” Easy replies. I can hear the smile in his voice.
Groaning, I stretch my legs and feel a tug on muscles and tendons I didn’t know existed. For the moment, as amazing as sex with both of them was, I can’t imagine another bout. The two crawl in on either side of me. One flips a television on and the other hauls me close to his side. By the smell, I know it’s Michigan.
“How is it someone as gorgeous as you is a virgin?” Easy asks.
“Oh, a lot of reasons,” I answer softly, snuggling into the warmth surrounding me. “I was a really awkward kid and by sixth grade taller than almost every male. I wore dowdy clothes and my father is Pastor Bloom. He’s very strict. I had to be home when I didn’t have school activities and my circle of approved friends was rather small. My rebellions were watching television shows that he didn’t approve of, not drinking behind the football bleachers.”
“Where were you?” Michigan asks Easy in an almost accusatory tone.
“I’m six fucking years older than her, asshole. I was in the Marines saving your ass when she started high school.” Easy shoves him but Michigan doesn’t move. The mass of these two men is giant.
“It’s okay. I had braces until I was sixteen and big glasses and I was super awkward. If I liked a guy, I’d stand and stare at him but would never say a word so I’m sure I just freaked them out.”
“Good,” Michigan grunts, generating a snort from Easy.
“But what about after high school?” he presses.
This part isn’t as easy to share. With a sigh, I admit, “I tried to find a job but couldn’t, so when Father offered me the church secretary position, I accepted. He said I should live at home and save my salary and that made good sense to me. Only…” I pause, thinking how narrow my world had become. It was church, my father, and me.
“Only what?” This time it’s Michigan who prompts me.
“Only I see now that I could have easily become the virgin spinster. In a
couple of years I’d be crocheting cat cozies and yelling at the kids to get off my lawn.”
The serious talk combined with the sexual overload has worn me out. I can’t stifle a jaw-cracking yawn. When Michigan tugs me closer, I curl into his chest and drift off into slumber with his arm around my shoulders and Easy’s heavy hand palming my ass.
It’s early when I wake up. The sun is still a rosy partial glow on the horizon. Between my legs is a mouth and another pair of lips is tugging at one of my nipples. Neither of them are in a hurry and they lick and suck every inch of my body until I’m quaking with need. Strong fingers move in little circles until my climax shoots through me, leaving me breathless before I am even fully awake.
“That is quite the alarm clock,” I say when I manage to catch my breath. Michigan cuddles me while Easy sits on the side of the bed fiddling with something on the nightstand.
“We could wake you up like that every morning,” Easy says. When he turns toward me, I see a small cone-shaped object in his hand.
“Every morning?”
“Every morning,” Michigan affirms in a low, sleep-roughened voice.
Easy rolls me on my side while Michigan rubs me with two long, hard fingers.
“Michigan and I like to share. I don’t think that’s a surprise for you but it’s more than sleeping with each other in the bed after a nice night of fucking. It’s being inside you at the same time, pushing you over the limit of what you think your body can take. This plug will help stretch you and prepare you for the both of us. If you want us, wear this plug every day for the next week, just like the claiming cuffs.”
The plug looks innocuous but I can feel my body clench in protest looking at it. “I don’t know,” I say doubtfully. “It’s not that I don’t want to but can I even walk with that in my body?”
Michigan turns away and I know he’s hiding a laugh. Easy makes no pretense about his amusement.