Her Perfect Men

by Marla Monroe

  “Fuck, babe. Are you okay? You’re so damn tight. I was hoping last night would have loosened you up some,” Evers said, holding himself still inside her.

  Jessup pulled back but caressed her cheek with one hand.

  “I’m okay. You just startled me. I wasn’t expecting it,” she said.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

  “I’m sure. It stings a little, but not a lot and it’s going to the first time, right?” she said.

  “I promise it will get better. Just try to relax and let me love on you. Let Jessup love on you. We’ll make it good for you, baby,” Evers said.

  “You already are,” she said as he pulled back and slowly moved back in once again.

  Chapter Seven

  Evers had to grit his teeth to keep from pounding his dick in and out of Holly’s tight, hot pussy. She was so damn wet, and tight as fuck. He hadn’t expected her to be this tight after he’d loosened her up the night before, but he should have. She’d been a virgin and no amount of prep work would have loosened her up enough to take his cock. It wasn’t so much that he was all that massive. He was a little on the large size, but not a monster cock. It was just that she’d never been stretched before and using his fingers on her that one time hadn’t been enough.

  Fuck! He’d hurt her, and he hated that. Maybe he should have let Jessup take her first. He was better at being gentle and careful than Evers tended to be. It was too late now. The damage was done. He would have to try and make it right now.

  To begin with, he’d go much slower. Even if it killed him. And it very well might. Going slow was like dragging his nails down a chalkboard, on an amplifier. It was grating and squeezing his balls like a fucking vise. Each excruciating drag of his dick through her tight channel at a slow pace was killing him a little at a time. She felt so damn good. If it wasn’t torture, he’d say she felt like heaven and coming home all at the same time.

  He thrust back inside of her a little harder than he’d meant to and felt his eyes roll back inside his head as he did. Damn. She was made for him. Her body created just to take his cock. He fit like a fucking glove inside her. She squeezed him as he pulled out, making it feel like her pussy was sucking on him as he left her wet channel. Each thrust and retreat was a dance of raw need, and he was growing closer and closer to blasting his seed all in her hot, wet cunt. She needed to come first. He reached between them and found her clit. He carefully stroked over it, using the juices from her pussy to lubricate the little bundle of nerves. She moaned for him, letting him know she was right there with him.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to feel that tight pussy squeeze my dick. Give me your climax, Holly.”

  Evers pinched her clit and nearly screamed like a girl when she shot off like a bottle rocket and tightened around his cock as she clamped down with her orgasm. His shaft pulsed as his balls drew up and shot his cum straight up his shaft and out the tip to fill her cunt.

  He swore his ass was going to have cramps in it from tightening right along with his balls as he came. By the time he came down from the high of coming, his ears were still ringing. He’d collapsed to one side of Holly’s chest and was still breathing like a freight train though.

  “You okay?” he finally managed to get out.

  “Yes,” was all she said.

  That worried him. He pushed up onto one elbow. “Holly? Did I hurt you? Talk to me, baby.”

  “I’m good. That was great. I’m just tired,” she said looking up at him with a slightly whop-sided smile.

  “You always come first, baby girl. I need you to be honest with me. Everything’s good?” he asked.

  “Yes. I’m good.”

  Evers prayed that she was telling him the truth. He didn’t like that they didn’t know each other very well yet. He hated not knowing if she was okay or not. He carefully pulled free of her body then braced himself to race to the bathroom for a bath cloth. He had to settle for a luke-warm one to clean between her legs. She’d complained but allowed it when he’d insisted.

  “You’ll feel sticky if I don’t, honey. It will just take a second,” he said.

  Once he was back in bed, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head before settling in with her in his arms. Jessup seemed to know that they needed the time together, because he didn’t try to get into their embrace.

  It was a long time before he could settle down long enough to fall asleep. Once he did, dreams of an angry Holly choosing Jessup over him kept him tossing and turning all night. He woke the next morning before even Holly did and climbed out of bed to make coffee and sit and wait on her to join him in the kitchen. He needed to be sure they were okay. He couldn’t function with worries like this over his head.

  * * * *

  Holly stretched and rolled over to find Evers’s side of the bed empty and cold. She shivered and yawned. Where was he? She could see a little bit from the window as dawn was just beginning to shed some light through it. At least the snow had let up for a while.

  She climbed out of bed and was careful not to wake Jessup as she dressed and tiptoed downstairs to find Evers sitting in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee.

  “Morning, Evers. Couldn’t sleep?” she asked.

  “Morning. How are you feeling this morning?” he asked, watching her over his cup.

  “I’m fine. It’s stopped snowing for now. That’s good,” she said with a smile.

  “Yep. Will make it easier to get some things done. Still enough clouds off in the distance to make me think it won’t last though.”

  “Thanks for getting the fire started in the stove,” she said.

  “I’ll go and work on the one in the den. Be right back,” he said.

  She watched him go and wondered what kind of mood he was in. He seemed sort of preoccupied. Something was up with him. She worried that maybe it was something she’d done.

  When he returned, she handed him a refilled mug of coffee. He grunted his thanks and once again sat at the table as she began to prepare breakfast.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you last night, Holly,” Evers said out of the blue.

  She stopped mid chop and stared at him. “You didn’t hurt me, Evers.” Then she sighed. “Okay. It did burn some, but that is expected. It won’t burn as much the next time. It’s natural. You can’t help it. I don’t blame you or think any less of you because of it. Okay?”

  His shoulders seemed to relax. “I was afraid you were angry with me for hurting you. I promised you I wouldn’t.”

  “You didn’t hurt me like you promised. What happened was different from what you meant. I know the difference, Evers. Now, let’s put it all behind us and get on with the day. Okay?”

  “Okay. I’m going to go gather the eggs while you work on breakfast. When Jessup finally makes an appearance send him out for the milk and we’ll eat breakfast afterwards,” Evers said.

  “Got you.” Holly smiled and leaned over to give him a kiss before taking his mug and setting it next to the stove to keep it warm.

  Jessup walked in not five minutes later. She poured him a cup of coffee and relayed Evers’s message about milking the cow. He groaned with a smile then pulled on his outerwear and headed out, as well.

  When both men had returned, they finished up with breakfast before going back outside to handle the shoveling and moving more wood closer to the house. Holly cooked and cleaned and found some thread and needles to use to darn several pairs of socks that had holes in them. With most of the thread dry rotted now, she would take the thread out of old clothes that couldn’t be worn and pull the thread from them to use it to darn with.

  Around three in the afternoon it began snowing hard again. The men returned to the house and the three of them watched as the snow came down with the wind making it almost blow sideways.

  “That’s just screwed up all our hard work,” Evers said with a snap.

  “About how people used to feel when they shoveled their drive and
the snow plow came through and dug it all back out on their drive again,” Jessup said.

  “That’s not helping us now,” Evers said. “If it doesn’t let up soon, we won’t be able to get the damn doors open to see about the chickens and cow in the morning.”

  “We’ll find a way. We always do,” Jessup said.

  Evers shook his head and stomped away from the window to sit in the den. Jessup wrapped an arm around Holly’s shoulders and squeezed her.

  “Don’t mind him. He’s always a bit of a bear in the winter. Doesn’t like being cooped up and worries that we’ll have trouble. He’ll be fine,” Jessup said.

  “Okay. I’ll try not to let it bother me,” she said.

  “Just do what I do. Be all positive and smiley. It drives him crazy.”

  Holly burst out laughing.

  “Don’t know what you guys think is so funny in there? We’ve got a fucking blizzard going on and who knows when it’ll blow over,” Evers said from the other room.

  That only made them laugh harder.

  She and Jessup joined Evers in the den and curled up together on the couch in front of the fireplace. Evers was in his recliner, staring hard at the fire.

  “You could join us on the couch, Evers,” Holly suggested.

  “I’m fine here. You two can cuddle. I’m in a mood and know it,” he said in a gruff voice.

  “Maybe you’d get out of the mood if you came over here,” she said.

  “I’ll just ruin your mood. Hate this fucking snow. If it wasn’t for the damn bastards down south taking everyone’s stuff I’d live down there where it doesn’t snow like this,” Evers said.

  “Winters like this are for loving,” Jessup said. “You should get in on it.”

  “Already did that and look how that turned out,” he snapped.

  “Yeah, it was pretty good,” Holly said, feeling her face heat up.

  “Leave him be, Holly. He’s not going to change. He likes being all grumbly,” Jessup said.

  Holly burrowed closer to Jessup’s side as they sat across from the fire. He curled her beneath his arm as she laid her head on his shoulder. This was what she’d envisioned life with her man to be like. She’d never even contemplated a life with two men. Hadn’t really known that ménages existed. She’d been so cut off from the rest of the world living with the Johnsons like she’d been. Anytime others showed up on the farm, they had all been sequestered up in their rooms to keep them safely away from prying eyes.

  Now she wasn’t sure how to navigate the troubled waters she found herself in. She knew in her heart that Evers wasn’t angry with her, but she felt as if she needed to fix something with him and didn’t know how to do it.

  She and Jessup remained on the couch all cuddled up for several hours talking about their pasts and what to expect come spring. He filled her in on what they normally did during the spring and what they planned for her to take over doing. Then around nine he suggested that they go to bed.

  “You coming?” Jessup asked Evers.

  “Be up in a few minutes,” he said.

  Holly climbed the stairs with Jessup right behind her holding a lamp up so she could see where she was going. Once in the bedroom they undressed and took a quick shower together then climbed into bed where they huddled together in an attempt to get warm once more. When Evers finished showering and joined them a little later, Jessup had started kissing Holly so that she nearly missed it when the big man slid into bed. It wasn’t until his cold hand landed on her waist that she noticed he was there.

  She gasped and jerked in Jessup’s arms. Jessup laughed.

  “Sorry,” Evers said, snatching his hand back.

  “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it,” Holly said.

  “I’ll sit this one out. Nothing like cold hands to put a damper on things,” Evers said.

  “I’ll warm them up for you,” she said, reaching out to take them between hers.

  “No, I’m fine. I think I’ll enjoy watching this time instead,” he said with a half grin.

  Jessup ran his mouth up her neck to her ear and nipped the lobe before sucking on it.

  “Bet he starts pulling on his dick while we mess around. Want to watch him jack off, sweetness?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Watch while I play with your pretty pussy,” he said.

  Holly watched as Evers grabbed his cock with one hand and squeezed at the base before pulling down to the end and rubbing over the head before going back down to the base again. When he pulled back down to the head a bead of pre-cum formed at the slit and he used it to wipe over the head of his cock as he dragged his hand back down his shaft once more.

  Holly couldn’t help but moan at the sight in front of her of Evers pleasuring himself. She reached up and cupped one of her breasts as Jessup reached around her and played with her pussy. His thick fingers ran through her sopping wet folds to tease her clit before sliding deep inside her pussy.

  “You’re so wet, Holly. Wet and tight and hot.” He thrust his fingers in and out of her.

  “Don’t stop. It feels so good, Jessup,” she said.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off Evers though. He was tugging on his cock so hard. She couldn’t help but believe that it had to hurt. Why would he be so rough with himself? He’d moved his other hand to his balls and was squeezing them, rolling them around in his hands but here he was much less aggressive. She found that she was almost mesmerized watching him.

  “He’s getting close to coming, Holly. Want him to shoot his cum all over you? I bet he’d like that,” Jessup said.

  “Yes,” Holly said.

  “Let’s see if we can get you to come at the same time. Once he paints your tits with his cum, I’m going to fuck your tight, hot pussy and fill you with mine,” Jessup said.

  Holly couldn’t speak anymore. Her breath was coming in small gasps as Jessup pumped his fingers in and out of her faster. He ran a thumb over her clit and her eyes closed with the need to climax. She could hear Evers’s hoarse cry through a long tunnel as Jessup rubbed over her clit harder and her world exploded into brilliant colors. Heat rained down on her chest as she came apart.

  After what felt like forever, Holly opened her eyes to find Evers rubbing his cock on her chest, which was covered in his cum. He was smiling as he did it. She couldn’t help but smile up at him.

  “Like my cum all over you, baby girl. Makes you mine,” he said.

  “Marking me?” she asked with a grin.

  “Yep. Making you mine. Now Jessup is going to mark you as his, as well,” Evers said.

  “Does it bother you?” Holly asked, looking up at Evers.

  “No. We’ve known for a long time that we were going to share if we ever found a woman for us. We’re good with it,” he said.

  “Now turn over, precious. My turn with you,” Jessup said, squeezing her hips.

  Holly smiled and broke eye contact with Evers to look over at Jessup’s smiling face. She liked that about him. He was always smiling. It was contagious, and she found herself smiling even wider when their eyes met.

  “Relax, sweetness. We’ll go slow,” he said.

  “I don’t need slow, Jessup. I just need you.”

  He fit his cockhead at her opening and pressed forward until he’d breached her opening. Then he took her at her word and thrust forward. It burned but not nearly as bad as the night before. She bit her lower lip then gasped as he reached the end of her and rested his hands on the bed on either side of her. She could tell he was making an effort not to get any of Evers’s cum on him. It made her laugh.

  “What is so funny?” he asked, sitting back up.

  “Nothing. Move. I need you to move,” she said amid the laughter.

  He narrowed his eyes at her but began moving and her laughter fell away to pleasure as he thrust and retreated over and over until she was moaning instead. Holly couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him inside her. It was just as good as it had been with Evers onc
e she’d gotten past the burning pain that had happened that first time.

  Sex felt amazing. She could see why people had so many kids years earlier before birth control. There would have been no way to resist the need to have it just so you didn’t have kids. This was magical and special all at the same time.

  Jessup moved in a different way and she nearly groaned at the different feeling. Now he reached a different part of her that had her eyes rolling with pleasure. Her pussy clenched with each stroke of his cock over that perfect place. Holly could feel her pussy quaking as it got closer to climaxing. She dug her nails into Jessup’s shoulders so that when she finally came, she was sure she drew blood but couldn’t help it.

  Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids as she arched her back into him, shouting his name and screaming all at the same time. If he came, she didn’t know it. All she was aware of was the intense pleasure that washed over her like a tsunami of raw emotion that buried her beneath it.

  Sometime later she became aware of someone wiping her chest down with a cold wet cloth. She didn’t even try to push them away. She was still so blown away that the cold didn’t bother her.

  “Think you broke her, Jessup,” Evers said.

  “Naw, she’s just floating. Think she bled me though. My shoulder hurts like a cat got hold of me.”

  “Turn around and let me look?” Evers said. “Fuck. She got you good. Better go wipe it off so she doesn’t see it in the morning.”

  “You’re right.”

  Holly listened to them and smiled to herself. That was amazing and listening to the two men talk together without getting upset with each other over who had been with her and who hadn’t made it all perfect. Maybe this could work and maybe she would be happy with them after all. A little piece of the worry that had plagued her broke off and floated away.

  Chapter Eight

  Two weeks later the snow had finally stopped long enough that the guys had cleared off most of the solar panels. With the sun shining, they were able to use the energy to run the lights more and take hot showers and baths more often. Despite not having had electricity at all while living with the Johnsons most of her life, she’d gotten used to having it off and on already and missed it when they didn’t use it.