“Woman, where do you think you’re going?” he asked with a fiery look in his eyes.
“Um…I don’t know. I just figured I finished napping so—”
“So you’d leave the bedroom? I don’t think so, hon.”
Lena squealed as Brock lifted her up in his strong arms and placed her back on the bed. Her heart pumped hard in her chest, knowing what might come next. Brock and Wes both stood gazing at her with dangerously playful looks on their faces.
“Just to be sure, Lena, you’re saying you feel good, not tired or achy or weak?” Before she could even answer him, Wes started taking his clothes off.
“Um…yeah, I feel great. But wait, what exactly do you guys have planned?” Lena swallowed a lump that formed in her throat as anticipation turned into nervousness. They looked a little too hungry, a little too eager and she didn’t know whether she’d be able to handle them.
“We plan on having some fun.” Brock turned around and headed toward a large armoire. He opened it and Lena saw it was filled with all kinds of toys, whips, and costumes. She sat up on the bed and her mouth went dry.
“Wh–wh–what’s that in there? What you g–g–got there?” Lena stuttered as Brock turned around, holding a strange squat, rubbery looking object with a tapered point on one end and a flared bottom on the other.
“Sweetheart, don’t you worry, I’m a professional and I’ll be real easy and take it slow,” Brock said, again using his medical degree as an excuse to subtly take advantage of Lena, not that she minded. She knew they would let her stop anything she wasn’t comfortable with and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She also felt safer knowing that with his training, Brock could handle nearly anything that had to do with her body.
“This is a butt plug that we’ll be inserting in your tight, little ass hole to stretch it out for something even better later, love.”
Lena swallowed hard. The idea of someone going into her backdoor for pleasure still didn’t make much sense to her, but then again, it intrigued her, too. Wes must have recognized her hesitation. He put his arms around her shoulders from behind and pressed his mouth to her ear, leaning his lean-muscled chest into her back.
“Relax, sweetheart. I didn’t massage you all night until you passed out for nothing. Besides, that won’t happen till much later, and when it does we’ll have you begging us to stick it into your precious, sweet behind.”
Wes’s words made Lena’s clit throb, her pussy already wet with need. Lena’s nap had rejuvenated her and any anger or fear or worries about the future subsided with sleep, and now her pussy told her she was ready to tackle anything these men had for her.
Lena licked her lips and put Wes’s hands over her breasts, and then, as she kneeled on the edge of the bed, she grabbed Brock’s hands and pulled him into her. She helped him get undressed as he placed the delightful little toy on the bed stand. She undid each of the buttons on his shirt and then grabbed his belt with her hand. There was just enough slack for her to get her hand inside his pants.
He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around the throbbing part of his anatomy she searched for. She stroked it a few times before she undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to the floor. She freed his cock from his boxers. As its rigid form and swollen head stared straight at her, she couldn’t help but put it in her mouth. Brock’s size was considerable, and his cock filled her entire mouth. She ran her tongue along his slit and lapped up the pre-cum she squeezed out with each sensual and powerful suck.
She felt Wes’s cock pressed hard into her backside as if it wanted to tear through her underwear. Her body shuddered. Her mouth gasped around Brock’s thick cock when Wes reached his hands into her panties, dipping his fingers into her slick liquid and rubbing it along her delicate folds and her swollen clit.
She sucked on the cock in her mouth even harder as Wes inserted two fingers inside her pussy, pressing against her tender sweet spot and massaging its inner walls. She felt the room swirl around her as she started to lose herself in climax, but before she came she felt Brock grab her head, tangling his fingers in her hair.
“Oh shit, fuck, Lena, I’m fucking coming. Your sweet, beautiful mouth. So fucking incredible.”
His pumping into her distracted her from Wes, but allowed her to focus on the taste and warmth of Brock’s cum streaming into her mouth and onto her lips. She positioned his cock deeper into her throat so the rest of his cum shot safely into the back. When his cock began to feel limp, she pulled away and licked her lips, tasting the delicious flavor of Brock’s essence. Brock panted above her.
“Damn it, Brock. She was about to come when you distracted her.” Wes seemed a little irritated at his brother, but Lena knew each brother also took nearly any opportunity that arose to talk a little shit to the other one.
“Lena, you’ll be fine, right sweetheart?” Brock asked. “Don’t worry. I didn’t say she could come anyway, did I? How about I say when you come, sugar, while you let Wes straddle your face so you can do to him what you just did incredibly to me, and I’ll finish what I interrupted.”
She turned and looked at Wes.
“That is, if it’s okay with Wes.” Brock looked at Wes who smiled. Clearly, they were both in agreement.
Lena eyed Brock as he pulled down her panties and started to bury his face in her mound.
“Wait a minute. I thought you said I was too sick to do anything strenuous,” Lena said playfully, running her fingers through Brock’s hair as Wes got into position above her. “‘Save your energy’ you said.” She felt Brock’s body stiffen for a moment, his mouth frozen in mid-dive, hovering over her slit. Then he came up for air with a big smile on his face.
“Yes…I did say that and this isn’t strenuous. And after the way you sucked my cock, I think you’re ready for anything.” A devilish grin spread on his face. “You just lay back and enjoy your cunt in my mouth and Wes’s cock in yours.”
Lena wanted to protest again, but all rational thoughts and cogent arguments left her head as Brock dipped his tongue inside her, dragging up and down each of her pussy lips with a deliciously smooth friction. He swirled his tongue around her clit and then rhythmically sucked on her little jewel. It felt so good, Lena could barely keep her eyes open. She briefly wondered if somehow Brock’s pussy-eating prowess had something to do with his medical knowledge of the female anatomy.
“Mmmhmm. Do they teach this technique in medical school?”
“Somehow, I don’t think so,” Wes said as he positioned himself over Lena’s chest, putting all his weight on his thighs. “I think it’s a natural-born talent.” Lena was surprised by how comfortable Wes’s position felt even though he rested on top of her. These men knew what they were doing.
Brock barely lifted his head up but mumbled something that sounded like, “It’s true.” Lena didn’t care about the explanation. She just loved it. Then she licked her lips as she anticipated the waiting cock in front of her face.
She looked up at Wes, who stared at her with a tenderness in his eyes that she rarely saw in any man she’d known before. He cradled her head in his hands as he gently put his rock-hard cock in her mouth.
As she had one hand on Wes’s firm, tight ass, caressing his crack with her fingertips, she held his dick in her other hand. The weight and feel of his balls on her chest thrilled her. She lapped at the pre-cum on the tip of his cock and noted how it tasted similar to Brock’s but just a hint sweeter. Just like his demeanor.
“Mmm, Wes, you taste so good,” she murmured with a lick. Brock continued the magic of his mouth on her cunt. Distantly, she heard a bottle cap open and close, followed by a cool, slick finger at her ass hole. She let Wes’s cock slap against her face as her body bucked, and she cried out at the hint of pleasure on her virgin rosebud. Her eyes opened wide, and she could see Wes smiling down at her, his hands bracing against the wooden headboard.
“Girl, you like what Brock’s doing back there?”
Lena could do nothing
but breathe and nod, the swollen head of Wes’s cock rubbing against her face as she attempted to show agreement. She didn’t know exactly how to react to Brock’s downstairs play and lost herself for a moment, wondering if his teasing swipes against it would ever result in penetration.
She was nudged back to reality as she realized Wes’s hungry cock was still in front of her and, with a burst of wetness that Brock likely noticed covering his face, she wrapped her mouth around Wes’s member and worshipped it as she had no other cock before.
“Fuck, woman,” Wes hissed as Lena licked around the head of his swollen cock and then engulfed it with her mouth, her lips sliding up and down his long shaft.
She relaxed the back of her throat so she could suck Wes’s beautiful cock deep into her mouth until her lips hit the firm wall of his pelvis, his balls brushing her chin.
“Sweet shit, Lena. How the fuck do you do that?” Wes’s fingers snarled through her hair, massaging her scalp and invigorating her senses in yet another way.
She gasped around Wes’s cock, but this time managed to keep it safely confined in her mouth, as Brock’s slicked finger again tickled between her ass cheeks and then knocked on her back door with a gentle tap. Instead of moaning, she rode out her pleasure by furiously sucking on Wes’s cock as if she wanted to swallow it down her throat.
“Brock, whatever you’re doing, keep at it ‘cause it is driving our little vixen fucking wild,” Wes said through gritted teeth.
She had to admit she liked it and couldn’t help but edge her ass toward Brock’s probing digit.
Brock continued with the teasing swipes as he ate her pussy like it was his last meal. Lena felt her orgasm build as Brock sucked on her clit and worked her cunt with one hand while teasing her ass hole with the other. Her lips tightened around Wes’s cock as a muffled moan welled from her throat. The vibration of her cries must have sent Wes over the edge because she felt his balls stiffen against her chin. Then powerful streams of his cum pumped from his cock into her hungry mouth, sliding down her throat in erotic waves.
“Come for me, babe. Come!” Brock yelled out, briefly lifting his head as if sensing her impending climax. And not a second too soon. While Lena swallowed Wes’s seed, she found her blossoming orgasm bloom into a full-blown one. She miraculously managed not to choke while she screamed out her pleasure.
After the first orgasm passed, Brock urged a second one to follow, but this time Wes pulled away beforehand, panting and sweating. Lena felt him kneel down beside her on the bed. As Lena felt the second orgasm grow inside her, Brock slid his moistened finger into her virgin hole, the pressure and fullness sending her skyrocketing to a place she never dreamed existed. Her body convulsed with a force that would have frightened her if Brock hadn’t had such a firm grip on her lower half. Wes firmly held on to her from above, cradling her head while keeping her hair off her sweat-glistened face.
Her hands frantically fisted the sheets and clung to Wes’s body as if she feared she would fall if she didn’t hold on to something herself. Her hips bucked wildly as Brock tried to pin them down. Her body compromised with his wishes by wrapping her legs around his head, keeping them steady but forcing his mouth deeper into her cunt, increasingly drenched in pleasure.
It felt so incredibly good, but she ached for more. She wanted Brock’s cock filling her pussy, pounding its thick, long length into her, stretching her to near capacity.
“Brock, I want you inside me. Please, Brock, please,” Lena begged as she pulled on Brock’s hair to lift him up her body.
“No, sweetheart, you’re gonna come for me one more time.”
“But, Brock—”
“Damn it, I said come and you’ll come right fucking now!” Brock buried his face deep into Lena’s pussy again. He sucked her clit and gently grazed it with his teeth while his fingers pumped the sweet spot in her sopping canal. The combination was magic and Lena came again, just as Brock commanded.
“Ahh, God,” Lena screamed as her body bucked into Brock’s face, intensifying her climax even more.
“Yeah, come, baby, come for me,” Brock mumbled into her pulsating core, likely coating his face with Lena’s pleasure juices.
The second her climax slowed, Brock pulled his face away from her weeping cunt and replaced it with his cock, already hard again and clearly ready for more. He rode her, filling her with an exquisite pressure that sent her senses reeling. She looked at his face and saw the satisfaction there wrapped in sweat and her fluids glistening on his skin.
Wes continued to hold her, kissing her face and neck while his hands intermittently plucked and pinched her peaked nipples while massaging her breasts. She looked up at him and saw the delight playing in Wes’s face. She reached up and pulled his mouth to hers, sucking on his tongue as hard as Brock pounded into her.
Brock kept working her with his cock, sending her on wave after orgasmic wave until she didn’t think she could take it anymore.
“Too much, Brock! It’s all too much,” Lena cried hoarsely. “Please. Ahh! Stop!” Her heart beat too quickly and too hard inside her. Her lungs burned from her desperate gasps for air. Their ferocious lovemaking pushed every muscle in her body to the limit, causing them to tremble from fatigue.
And then it stopped.
Lena’s chest heaved with labored breaths. She felt as if she ran a marathon and her heart pounded in her chest.
“What happened?” she panted.
“Sweetheart, you told me to stop and I did,” Brock explained, grabbing a moist towel from the bathroom. He dried the sweat and fluids from his chiseled body, working the fluffy towel around the planes of his muscles.
Lena could see he still had a gigantic erection. Seeing how aroused he still was would have turned her on if her pussy wasn’t already completely exhausted. Instead, she felt warm and fuzzy and caught her breath while marveling at the exquisite virility of Brock’s anatomy.
He handed a clean towel to Wes who then used it to wipe the sweat from Lena’s brow and the rest of her body. He laid sweet, gentle kisses on her sore pussy while he rubbed her down.
“You did mean it when you told me to stop, right?” Brock asked.
“Even if she hadn’t, by the looks of things, she might have lost her damn mind if you kept going.” Wes lay back down on the bed beside her. Brock came and sat at the edge of the bed with a serious look etched on his face.
“You know, babe, while I was down there earlier I noticed something that worried me.” Before Lena could get too worked up by his statement, Brock quickly smiled. “Your ass hole’s too damn tight.” Lena breathed a huge sigh of relief as she swatted him on the arm.
“Brock, geez. Why’d you try to scare me like that? You’re a doctor for Pete’s sake. Isn’t there something about not doing that in your hippo-static oath?”
“That’s Hippocratic oath, sweetheart—”
“Whatever,” Lena seethed.
“But seriously, it’s too tight, which is a problem.”
“If what Brock says is true, he’s right, Lena.” Wes soothed her by wrapping his arm around her and running his fingers through her hair. She loved the way that felt and would’ve purred if she could have.
“What’s wrong with that?” Lena pouted as she looked at her men.
“What’s wrong is, we’ll never both be able to be inside you if we can’t get a cock in your lovely ass, and ultimately, that’s where we’re going, sweetheart.” Brock looked at her with care and concern written on his face. He didn’t look like he was playing anymore and Lena realized for the first time how much this really meant to him.
“Oh, well, what am I supposed to do? Is there some kind of exercise or something?”
“Actually,” Wes said as he reached over to the bedside table and handed her the funny, rubbery looking object, “there is something we can do.”
“What is this?” Lena asked as she eyed the thing in her palm, examining it from all angles.
“That’s a butt plug, doll, and we�
�ll have to start using one to stretch you out.” Brock took it from her hand. “However, I could barely get one finger inside that tight ass of yours, so I’m concerned this one’s too big and it’s already the smallest one they make.”
“Do you think we should at least give it a try?” Wes asked. Lena just lay there, looking at the object in Brock’s hand. She couldn’t imagine that going inside her back end. Brock may have said the plug was the smallest size made, but there was no way it would fit, not after how full and stretched she felt from his finger alone.
“Honestly, no,” Brock said with a sigh. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do. We could stretch you out manually, but really, it works better if you can wear the plug around for a while during the day, too.”
“I see,” Lena said, though in reality, she didn’t. She didn’t understand a thing they told her, but she trusted Brock to lead her to the right decision. What he did with that one finger felt so good, she couldn’t wait for more and would do what she could to make that happen sooner. “Well, maybe it’s fine, guys. Maybe it will fit with enough lube.”
“No, sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Stretching it too fast and forcing anything could do physical damage, and I’ll be damned if I let anything hurt you, especially my own actions. No, the best and safest bet is to just work on you a little every day and eventually, maybe after a couple months or so, we’ll get to the point where you can have your two men lovin’ you at the same time.” He bent down and kissed the corner of her mouth.
Lena could sense the disappointment that weighed heavily in the room.
“Don’t worry, babe.” Wes assured her. “We’ll get through it. Plus, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun on the way.” Wes smiled and snuggled her closer to him. Brock lay down beside her and put her hands on his chest, over his heart.
Chapter 7
Lena picked up the ringing phone from its cradle and held it to her ear. Brock was at the clinic and Wes had just jumped into the shower after working in his ceramics studio for hours. While Lena stayed with her men, she’d been lost in a haze of lust and concentrated, sensual training as Brock and Wes each took turns massaging and stretching her back hole with their fingers. She loved every minute of it, but also began to grow impatient as the idea of taking in both of them at the same time took over nearly all her thoughts.
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