“They’re amazing. I’ve never seen anything like them before,” said Tenealle.
“I don’t think there is anything else like them,” laughed Evan.
“Ornithorhynchus, one of the five living species of monotremes, the only mammals that lay eggs instead of giving birth to live young,” Faris read from the sign outside the enclosure.
“The bill of a duck, the tail of a beaver, and feet like an otter,” said Tenealle. “It’s really no wonder scientists thought it was a fraud.”
“And it’s venomous. That spur on its back foot can do real damage, and delivers a nasty poison,” added Evan.
“Well, whatever. I think they’re awesome,” Tenealle said.
“As good as the butterfly house?” Faris asked.
“Hmm. That’s hard. They’re both equally special, but in different ways.” Like you. I like you both equally. You’re quite different from each other, but match each other so well. I like you both. I want to be with you both.
There was a moment’s silence. Then Evan gently tugged Tenealle into his arms and kissed her. It was a soft, tender, exploratory kiss, but one that thrilled her to her toes. Sweet, but sensual. Undemanding, but hinting, suggesting, there could be so much more.
When they broke apart, Evan said, “We both want you, Tenealle. Do you, could you, want us?”
Faris turned her to him, his eyes pleading. “At least give us a try. Don’t say no straightaway.”
“I’ve got no intention of saying no. My answer is an unequivocal yes.”
“It is? Excellent. Let’s grab some takeout and get you home to our house.” Faris hesitated a moment, then added, “Today is okay, isn’t it? You weren’t meaning next time?”
“No, I wasn’t meaning next time. Today is fine. We’ll see how it works out.”
“Cool! Let’s go.” Evan grabbed her hand, and they headed back down the path to the exit. At the concession stand, they chose some salads, sandwiches, and sodas, then headed back to the car.
Tenealle was fascinated to see where the men lived. Had her relative left her an apartment, there was no way she would have sold it, so she’d assumed they must live in a largish house and likely in a much nicer neighborhood.
In fact, their apartment was scarcely bigger than hers—two bedrooms, one bath, and a great room.
“Why did you choose to stay here instead of fixing up that apartment you sold me?” she asked Evan.
“Likely it sounds silly, but it just seemed so sad and run-down. I like to remember it from when Great-Uncle Arthur was alive and Great-Aunt Enid used to keep the garden looking beautiful. There were flowers everywhere all year round, and even fish in the fountain. It just seemed like way too much work now to make it look nice when we are happy enough living here. I can invest the money for if I ever need it.
“Now, if we were to find a woman who likes being with two men, then things would be different. A bigger house, maybe even a garden, would be ideal.”
Tenealle looked at Evan’s worried frown. “It’s okay. I see what you mean, and that apartment is perfect for me. I can work from the office section and even have a pullout bed in the outer room for when cousins visit, as well as have the second bedroom set up for guests. And the extra bathroom is awesome. Even Tim might not use all my hot water anymore. Life will be so much easier when they descend on me en masse.”
“Why don’t you just tell them to get lost?” asked Faris.
“They’re family. I love them all. Besides, they know they can only stay a couple of nights before I’ll kick them out. And who knows, one day I may travel around and stay at all their places too.”
“Uh-huh.” Faris moved closer to her. “Let’s go eat and build up your strength. It’s been a busy day.”
Once again, they laughed and joked and relaxed together. Truly, Tenealle had never had such a warm friendship, even with her cousins. It seemed as though she’d known these men forever, not less than a week. But then, they’d spent a lot of time together. Tenealle wondered if some married couples spent eight hours awake together in a week, never mind in a single day.
Almost before the last mouthful of soda was swallowed, Tenealle saw the lust surging in both men’s eyes. She gulped in a big breath, noticing how her heart was pounding and cream was flooding her panties. And they hadn’t even touched her yet. She’d had a single kiss from Evan—even though it was a very sensual kiss—and nothing more, yet her belly was clenching in need, and her whole being was focused on loving and being loved by these two men.
Two men. Who’d have thought demure, hardworking, ordinary Tenealle Jones would be considering a relationship with two seriously good-looking men? Tall, lean, blond, blue-eyed Faris, with his snarky humor, and dark-haired, muscular Evan, whose apartment had brought them together.
This won’t last! her good angel warned her.
Who cares? her bad angel replied. I enjoy being with them. They’re genuinely nice people and good fun to be around. I’m sure the sex will be pretty awesome too!
Tenealle was by no means a virgin, but she hadn’t had very many relationships. Somehow, always being surrounded by a plethora of male cousins had scared away any young men just looking for a one-night stand or an easy girl.
Although many of the cousins were second, third, even fourth cousins, or cousins several times removed, Tenealle was not interested in dating any of them. To her they were all just “cousins” and off-limits for anything more than companionship.
Faris pulled Tenealle into his arms, bringing her mind back to the present. “My turn for a kiss, I believe.” His lips touched hers gently, softly, and then they whispered across her cheeks, dropping tiny kisses as they moved. Next, her forehead received his attentions, with more tiny kisses, before his lips moved down to her earlobe. He sucked the lobe into his mouth for a moment, then ran his tongue along the rim of her ear.
A delicious shudder rippled through Tenealle, cranking up the sexual tension. Damn. Once again he’d hardly touched her, but every nerve ending was on fire, and her cunt was throbbing with the need to be filled. God. All I want is a hot, hard cock pounding into me. Or maybe two cocks. Oh yeah!
Maybe she had only known them for a week by the calendar, but it seemed to her she knew them through and through. They’d talked for hours on all sorts of subjects. They’d laughed and played and been serious too. So now she was very ready for the next step. Some red-hot sex. God, was she ever ready. Her pussy was dripping cream. Her belly was clenching with need. She was one giant nerve ending throbbing with the desire to be made love to. And she instinctively knew she’d be made love to, not just fucked.
Tenealle wasn’t prepared to guess whether or not this relationship would last, but she was certain their time together would be both passionate and fulfilling.
In a single movement, both men pressed into her, Evan’s cock against her ass, his muscular body enveloping her from behind, and Faris from the front, his lean length rubbing against her hips, her breasts, and everything in between.
Then she was swept off her feet and carried into the bedroom. She had barely a moment to get an impression of deep blue walls when four hands began to efficiently remove her clothing. She reached out to try to pull Evan’s T-shirt over his head, but she was lifted onto the bed, and a deep blue blanket was dropped onto the floor. Then again she was sandwiched between the men, and four hands and two mouths were all over her, licking and sucking, tickling and teasing.
Tenealle pulled her scattered wits together and managed to grab Faris’s shirt and tug it upward. He laughed and obligingly ducked his head so she could remove it.
Yum! He had just a slight covering of fair hair across his ripped chest, and she smoothed her hands across the wall of muscle, marveling at how hard his abs were, yet how soft and baby-fine his hair there was.
Naughtily, she tweaked one nipple, and was about to play with the other one, when her own shirt was pulled off and other hands deftly removed her bra. Faris grunted and sucked one of her nipp
les into his mouth, pressing it up to the roof of his mouth and sending shards of sensation directly from her breast to her cunt.
While Faris moved from one breast to the other and Tenealle ran her fingers through his chest hair, a second pair of hands removed her jeans and panties and nudged her legs wide apart.
Faris shifted his body so he was beside her rather than on top of her, and Evan lay between her legs, his mouth at her pussy, licking the line of her slit. Evan licked all around her clit, but never touched it. He nibbled on her labia, then sucked them into his mouth. He pressed his tongue inside her cunt, imitating what his—or possibly Faris’s—cock would be doing later. Then he stroked along the walls of her channel, arousing her to an even higher level of need.
Faris was still concentrating on her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, licked their undersides, sucked the tender skin between them, and teased and tormented her nipples.
Tenealle’s heart was pounding, and need was rising to unbearable levels inside her. She writhed under their attentions, and her fingers tightened in Faris’s hair, pressing his head to her breasts. “Oh please, I need to come,” she begged.
“No, I don’t think so,” said Evan, lifting his face from her pussy, the gleam of her juices glowing around his mouth.
“What the hell—” began Tenealle.
“Every time we hold you back, make you wait, you will start again, more aroused than before, and rise even higher. The longer you wait for your orgasm, the better it will be when you eventually come,” added Faris.
“But I want…I need…”
“Trust us,” said Evan, sliding all the way down her body to her toes. Tenderly, he blew warm air on each one, then licked lines around her heels, under her arches, circling her ankles. And every time he blew on the damp places, it sent shivers of delight through her body.
Faris was still absorbed in teasing her breasts. He licked circles around her nipples. Then, like Evan, he blew on the wet skin, sending more shivers through her body. He tongue-painted wet patterns between and around her breasts, lines, curves, and spirals, and everything he did aroused her more.
Tenealle dug her fingers into his hair, stroking his ears with her thumbs, as tension and need kept rising and rising inside her until she thought she might explode.
Evan kneeled between her legs, and finally—finally!—his cock slid into her hungry, aching cunt. At once Tenealle felt so full, so stretched, so complete. But not satisfied. She wanted more. She wanted him pounding inside her, bringing them both to completion.
But what about Faris?
As if he was connected to her thoughts, Faris slid his leg over her waist and kneeled over her in front of Evan. Faris held her breasts together and slid his huge, hot, hard cock into the valley he’d created.
His strokes kept pace with Evan’s, and Tenealle was overwhelmed with the sensations of two cocks making love to her at once, two men holding her, loving her.
She wrapped her legs around Evan’s hips, matching his thrusts, and her hands rested on Faris’s hips, holding him tightly as his cock pushed up between her breasts. She stretched her neck forward and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock as it completed its forward stroke, then maintained the rhythm, her hips moving with Evan, her upper body keeping time with Faris.
But it was far too good, far too intense, far too beautiful an experience for her mind to grasp right now. All she could do was feel, enjoy, and accept the tension rising, rising, rising inside her.
The men increased their pace, and Tenealle’s heart pounded with the urgent need to come. She leaned forward to lick Faris’s cock, but the men’s thrusts were coming so fast now, she barely got a taste of him each time.
And then she was there. The orgasm burst out of her with a blaze of feeling, her cunt pulsing in release, her ankles locking hard around Evan’s waist, her toes curling back toward her soles, her fingers digging into Faris’s shoulders of their own volition.
She felt an extra burst of heat in her pussy and knew Evan had come, his thrusts growing ragged for a few strokes as his hot cum filled the condom.
Faris held her breasts firmly, pinching her nipples, and more waves of orgasm flashed through Tenealle. She opened her mouth just as his seed burst out in long, white, ropey streams from between her breasts. She caught some of it on her tongue, enjoying his tart, spicy flavor.
The two men withdrew from her, then rolled onto their sides, sandwiching her tightly between them, their arms wrapped around each other, holding her firmly pressed against them both.
“Rest now. Then we’ll do it again,” said Evan.
“Again, huh? Well, this time, can I be on top?” she asked.
“On top? How do you plan to do that?” asked Faris.
“Hmm. Well you could lie side by side on your backs, and I could sit across your legs and play with your cocks,” she suggested.
“Play how?” asked Evan.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.” She grinned naughtily, her head buried against Evan’s chest so they couldn’t see her face. She inhaled deeply, loving his spicy, slightly sweaty scent.
“Well I think we’d all better have a shower first. Some of us are slightly sticky,” said Faris, slapping Evan’s arm and half pulling Tenealle upright.
The shower was not big, but all three of them did fit under the water together. The men kept Tenealle in the middle of them, and while one was shampooing her hair, the other was rubbing shower gel over her back, her arms, and her legs.
Tenealle tried to reciprocate, but no sooner did she get her hands on one man, than she was rotated and found herself facing the other.
After a lot of splashing, and some pushing and shoving, mostly by Tenealle, they were all soaped, rinsed, and wrapped in large, soft, fluffy towels in a deep blue shade Tenealle liked.
She couldn’t help but notice both men’s cocks were ready for action again. Evan’s penis was wider and a slightly darker color than Faris’s—like his body, his cock was long. But Tenealle had no complaints about Evan’s equipment. He’d filled and stretched her pussy in the most delicious way and given her an excellent orgasm.
“Now lie on your backs and let me play,” she ordered them.
“What do you plan to play?”asked Faris curiously.
“I’ll think of something,” she replied, moving over to a large chest of drawers. The first drawer held socks and briefs, which she ignored. But the second had neckties and other male accessories she rather thought could be fun.
Tenealle grabbed a handful of neckties and gently bound their hands together, then tied the two men together by using a few neckties to loop their manacled hands together.
Then she settled herself over their four legs and draped a couple of neckties over their bodies, swirling the fabric across their abs, around their belly buttons, and over their thighs. Both cocks lengthened and darkened with need, and already a bead of cum had formed in the eye of Faris’s cock.
“I must be doing something right,” she murmured.
“Ah, honey, you’re killing us here,” said Evan.
Faris nodded and wiggled his hips.
Tenealle rubbed her wet pussy up and down their thighs, then rotated herself to sit across their bellies so they couldn’t see what she was doing.
She tormented them, gently stroking their thighs and groins, even occasionally touching their balls or shafts very lightly, but never giving satisfaction.
By now both men were frantically thrusting their hips up at her, desperate for fulfillment. Tenealle decided she had teased them enough. Besides, she was longing for a taste of them both.
She gripped a cock firmly in each hand, sliding her fist up from root to tip, reveling in the sensations of strong muscles inside soft skin. Again and again she stroked them, adding an occasional twist to her grip, before leaning forward to suck first Evan, then Faris, deep into her mouth.
Next, she played with their balls, rolling them inside their sacs while licking across the cock hea
ds. Finally, she settled down to seriously suck them, a hand on each shaft, holding it firmly and stroking it while she sucked first one, then the other, rubbing along the thick, ropey vein, running her tongue under the sensitive ridge of the caps, and scraping her teeth gently over the two cock heads.
Tenealle was enjoying herself very much, concentrating on pleasing her men, loving the urgent upthrusts of their hips, when four hands grabbed her and flipped her over. A condom appeared from nowhere, and Faris was pushing deep into her cunt.
“What the hell?” Her brain was reeling with the sudden change of game plan.
“We untied each other. It’s time for us to take charge,” said Evan, kneeling beside her head and offering his red and needy cock to her lips.
Faris held her hips still while she opened wide to accept as much of Evan into her mouth as she could take. Tenealle tipped her head right back, opening the back of her throat, and swallowed his cock head.
God, he felt good, and so did Faris in her pussy. When Faris pushed right in, he almost touched the mouth of her womb, he was so long.
The two men controlled their strokes, pushing in and pulling out simultaneously, quickly driving Tenealle to a place where she lost all power to think and could barely remember to vary her sucking to give Evan pleasure. Faster and faster the men thrust, pushing into her hard and deep. Tenealle clenched her pussy muscles and sucked hard, running her tongue under the ridge of Evan’s cock.
Fingers pinched her nipples. A fingernail scraped across her clit, and an orgasm exploded from her pussy, her clit, her breasts. The power of her climax made Tenealle shake all over. Desperately she sucked on Evan, wanting him to come too. Again she ran her tongue under the sensitive cap of his penis, then pressed her tongue along the vein of his shaft, rubbing up and down, before sucking him as deep as she could once again.
Suddenly, both men were there, Faris exploding in her hot pussy, and Evan in her mouth. Quickly she swallowed, enjoying his salty taste, and unbelievably, as she did, ripples spread from her pussy throughout her body.
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