by Jenny Penn
He inflated the toy once more, allowing it to sit that way as he gripped her hips and lifted them up over his knees. Daisy found herself being dragged backward and to the side, her legs arranged over Tex’s as Brock’s grip tightened on her hair. He forced her head up, lifting her lips to the cock weeping for her attention. It pressed a sticky kiss against her mouth as Tex pressed another to the opening of her cunt. Then both men were filling her, and Daisy was lost in the wonder of it all.
* * * *
So was Brock.
He was on fire with want, his dick swollen to the point of pain. It was a miracle that he didn’t unload after one sweet stroke of Daisy’s kiss all the way down to the base of his cock. His sensitive length glided over the velvety wiggle of her tongue and down the tight shaft of her throat.
Sweet mother of God, the woman swallowed, making him all but collapse on top of her as the startling shots of ecstasy raced up his spine. Then his whole world was sparkling before his eyes with a sheen of rapture that had never been so intense, but then that was the magical power of Daisy.
She made him feel things Brock had never felt before. While he wanted this moment to last a lifetime, he knew it wasn’t even going to last minutes. His balls were hard and churning, his need leaking out with every stroke. It didn’t help that Daisy was sucking hard or that Tex’s own ability to control himself was slipping away.
Brock’s brother’s hips began to pump and pound in an ever-increasing rhythm that quickly grew frantic and had Tex grunting and sweating as he rode their mate with a merciless savagery. It was clear from the moans tickling along his length that Daisy was enjoying the ride, enjoying it and sharing it as her hands came up to cup Brock’s balls and guide his dick in a faster tempo that matched Tex’s wild fucking.
All three of them came together in a climatic rush that had both Brock and Tex unloading on Daisy at the exact same second. Praise the Lord above, the woman swallowed, making every one of Brock’s fantasies come true, and he collapsed, every bit of strength he had draining out of him along with his seed.
And Daisy? Sweet, giving Daisy, she didn’t stop sucking but continued to nurse him, rallying his dick for another round. That was just fine by Brock. What was harder was pulling free of her wonderful mouth. The air felt cold against his overheated length, the seed now covering him drying quick as Brock rearranged himself at the head of the bed. Then he dragged Daisy up his legs. She came readily, crawling forward with a mischievous smile on her lips.
Tex, on the other hand, grunted, rolling to his side as he slid free of her body. Neither Brock or Daisy paid him any mind as they both moved to allow her legs to drape over his and her hot, wet cunt to come sliding down his length. Daisy pumped her hips, teasing both of them as her pussy lips slid over his cock, welcoming him into her heat and softness.
Brock let her have her fun, never expecting just how wicked and naughty his little mate was. Daisy proved it, though, when she cast a sultry smile over her shoulder at Tex and beckoned him forward.
“I’m going to fuck your brother now, and I want you to inflate the toy. Show me what it’s going to be like when you take me together. Come on, give me a taste.”
Brock’s dick jerked with those words, Daisy’s words filling his head with images of just what it would be like, and it was going to be so good. He knew Tex was thinking the same thing. His brother growled and rose up to his knees, his hands joining Brock’s as they lifted Daisy all the way up until Brock’s dick was pressing on the entrance to heaven.
Then they dropped her. Daisy slid down his length with a delighted squeal that had her nails digging into Brock’s shoulders. He savored the slight bite of pain, even as he lost himself in the slick, tight welcome of Daisy’s cunt. Her pussy was so soft. The walls of her sheath clung to him and rippled in a tantalizing caress that left him panting for breath.
Brock would have loved nothing more than to give in to the urge to take control and take Daisy for a ride, but that wasn’t what she asked for. She’d demanded a different type of ride, one Tex was in charge of. That bastard took his time, driving both Brock and Daisy crazy with anticipation as he inflated the cock buried in her ass once again.
Brock felt the pressure building inside of Daisy and felt the plastic toy pressing against the thin wall that separated her two channels. It was the most amazing moment and slid away as Tex deflated the toy. Seconds later, it grew back, starting a rhythm that slowly had Daisy twisting and moaning. Her hips began to flex, fucking herself between the two cocks filling her with a primitive instinct that Brock found beyond sexy.
She was his goddess, and he would worship her every day with a good, hard fucking. That Brock vowed in the silence of his own mind as his own hips began to match Daisy’s rhythm. It wasn’t long before the seed was boiling once again in his balls. Brock strained and sweated, trying to hold back and make the moment last, but then his gaze landed on the puckered tips of Daisy’s breasts, heaving and swaying with her motions, and it was a temptation he couldn’t resist.
Leaning forward, Brock fitted a hand over her mound, capturing her clit beneath a finger as his lips closed over one sweet tit. Daisy cried out and arched into his mouth as Tex inflated the toy to the max. He left it just like that as he bent around to suckle on her other breast. Brock rolled and turned both of her tender buds until Daisy was screaming and bucking, the tight walls of her sheath spasming around his dick as they slickened with the rush of her release, and Brock could hold back no more.
Throwing Tex off, he slammed Daisy down onto the mattress and began riding her with a hard ruthlessness that had her whimpering and her cunt tightening down as it began to ripple with another explosion. This time Brock joined her, shouting out with his need as his hips jerked, milking every last drop of seed from his length before he collapsed and passed clean out.
Chapter 8
They spent the next three days or so in a very similar position. Daisy wasn’t actually sure how much time passed. The light from the skylights above glowed and faded in a schedule she lost track of as both of her men suspended her in an endless sea of ecstasy. They kept her naked and spread across their bed, only allowing her out to go to the bathroom and bathe, though they often joined her in that second activity, cleaning her and shaving her with such gentle tenderness that Daisy was often moved to tears.
She was also ravenously hungry. Fortunately, for her, Brock seemed to love to cook and, even better, carry the food up to the bedroom. They treated her like a precious princess, adoring her every second of the days that slid past, but eventually it came time to get dressed and actually go downstairs. Daisy didn’t pick that day, but woke up to find herself strangely alone.
Uncertain of what that meant, she quickly showered and dressed in one of her prettiest sundresses before heading downstairs barefooted to find only Brock waiting on her. He was at the stove, flipping over pancakes, and shot her a big smile as she came padding into the corner of the great room that had been built into a modern-day marvel of a kitchen.
There weren’t just two ovens. There were four. Two microwaves, two dishwashers, two double sinks, along with industrial-sized freezer and refrigerator. The room was packed with appliances, and yet there was counter space everywhere, including the long island that housed two stovetops. Daisy hadn’t paid much attention the last time she’d been down there, but now she stopped to consider that the kitchen was big enough for two families, or a woman about to breed enough children to fill the bedrooms upstairs.
That dour thought had her heading for the coffee pot resting on the counter as Brock stepped quickly over to offer her a hug from behind and drop a kiss on her cheek.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Is it?” Daisy yawned and helped herself to the clean mug waiting beside the pot. “I’m not even sure what day it is.”
“It’s Tuesday,” Brock offered with a chuckle, “and, unfortunately the day Tex and I have to return to work.”
“Work? And where do you go to do t
hat?” she asked, wondering if they were allowed off the mountain.
They hadn’t done a lot of talking over the past few days, at least not about anything meaningful, and now Daisy felt somewhat in a daze. She was too mellow to get worked up over anything, but at the same time, she knew she probably should be speaking up about something. Instead, she just smiled as Brock explained the situation.
“Well, for Tex, that’s just out back. He has his workshop on the other side of the trees. I’ve got to cross the village to get to my shop.” Brock paused to offer her a sly smile. “If you want to walk with me, I’ll show you around.”
“That sounds nice, but food first,” Daisy insisted. They’d kept so active that she swore she was already losing weight, a first for her.
“Of course, beautiful. We wouldn’t want you to waste away and lose all those sexy curves.” Brock shot her a lecherous grin that assured Daisy he meant what he said.
He liked her body. So did Tex. They’d proved that over the past couple of days, and it was a miracle in her mind. They were so strong and tall and handsome, and so completely out of her league. At least, that was what she would have thought several days ago. Now she knew differently.
Now Daisy knew their true beauty was inside their hearts and their giving natures. Now she loved them, making their compliments mean so much more. Enough to make her blush and lower her eyes as she considered all the dirty, wicked things they’d coaxed her into doing. She’d enjoyed every one.
“So, do you guys work for somebody or just yourselves?” Daisy asked, turning the conversation toward a more comfortable and neutral one.
“Sort of both.” Brock shrugged. “We work, we sell, we get paid, we provide for ourselves, and, with what’s left, for the others in the pack who need assistance.” Brock flipped two pancakes out onto a plate and slid them over to where he’d set the butter and syrup out for her.
“That’s very kind of you.” Daisy smiled over at him, impressed by his charitable nature, but Brock brushed aside her praise as she settled onto a stool before her waiting breakfast.
“Kind has nothing to do with it. We’re a pack, only as strong as our weakest member. Nobody wants to be that person,” he assured her as he poured more batter into the cast-iron skillet he had sizzling on the burner. “Even the elderly help take care of the rest of us, like my mom. She likes to bake, so she makes bread for others, and they pay her in other kinds of food. Her pantry is never empty.”
That sounded so quaint and almost unrealistically absurd. “Is that what I’m going to get paid? In peanuts?”
Brock laughed at that. “No, beautiful. You get paid what you accept, what others are willing to offer…First, though, you’ve got to figure out what you want to do.”
That she did, in more ways than one. She’d worry about that later, though. Right then, Daisy had pancakes to eat. Blueberry pancakes, to be specific. It was like an orgasm in her mouth, and she decided right then and there that blueberries were her new favorite fruit.
“Hmmm.”
“Good, huh?” Brock shot her a big, double-dimple grin, his dark eyes sparkling with pleasure. “The blueberries are fresh. Josie dropped them off this morning.”
“Josie grows blueberries?” Daisy’s interest picked up. If she was stuck on the mountain, it would be good to have friends.
“She’s a gardener,” Brock explained. “She grows a lot of fruits and vegetables. If you’re interested, I know she always loves to have a helping hand.”
“It’s not that I’m not interested, but I’m better at killing plants than growing them.” That was just the honest truth. Not that she’d ever had a garden, but she always forgot to water pots. “Still, I guess I couldn’t do much damage if I was given directions.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine…if you want to.” Brock paused to tack that on before giving Daisy a reassuring look. “We want you happy, Daisy. Whatever that means, know that Tex and I will always provide for you and support you in all that you do.”
That sweet pledge brought the tears back to Daisy’s eyes. They were always saying things like that, encouraging her, assuring her, letting her know that she was accepted as-is. How could she not do the same?
Abandoning her half-eaten pancakes, Daisy hopped off the stool and rushed around the counter to plant a kiss on Brock’s cheek. She meant to tell him that he was the most amazing man and that she thought she just might be falling in love with him, but Brock turned to capture her lips in a more heated kiss. Before Daisy knew how it had happened, he had her seated on the countertop with her legs spread over his shoulders as he devoured her cunt.
Brock knew just what she liked and just how she liked it. He used that knowledge to drive her right over the edge until she was sobbing and clutching at his head, begging him for something more. Daisy didn’t have to ask twice.
With quick motions, Brock stepped back and yanked her onto her unsteady feet before turning her and forcing her to bend over. Then he was shoving the skirt of her dress back up and driving himself into her aching core. Brock set a frantic pace, fucking her with a mercilessness that had Daisy’s cunt pulsing around his thick length.
The feel of his hard dick pumping along her sensitive walls was delicious. The only thing that could have been better was if he’d stuffed one of the many dildos he and Tex kept on hand up her ass. They’d been teasing her with those toys, making her crave a more primal possession, but neither would give in to her pleas.
They insisted she wait, and really, Daisy couldn’t complain.
Brock and Tex treated her right. Better than that, they treated her to the most amazing climaxes. Daisy claimed one right then, causing Brock to slow back down and pump into her with a steady rhythm that had her release collapsing in on itself as the tension in her muscles renewed. They grew tighter and tighter as Brock picked up speed.
This time they came together in a frantic rush that left both of them panting and shaking, and in need of another shower. Another shower, which led to another quick fucking that left Daisy feeling lightheaded and Brock grinning as though he’d won a race.
He laughed and kissed her, helping her dress in another sundress and even going to his knees to pull up her panties. Kissing her mound before he settled the lace over it, Brock rose back to his feet and took her hand in his to lead her down to the mudroom, where all their shoes were stored.
Daisy went with a flat pair of flip-flops while Brock tugged on a pair of work boots. Then he was leading her outside for the first time in days, and Daisy was shocked as they stepped out onto the deck to realize Tex and Brock’s cabin was built up in the trees.
She’d noticed that there appeared to be thick forests out every window, but she really hadn’t taken the time to look and realize that she was seeing the tops of the trees. While the view was spectacular and the setting fantastical, it still seemed a little weird to have to go up and down so many steps, especially if they were planning on having a big family.
Daisy learned quickly that it wasn’t odd for the houses to be built off the ground. What was uncommon was any kind of marked road. There were no paved streets, no cobblestone paths, just trails that were well worn and led through a massive village that was neatly hidden amongst the curves and mounds of the mountain.
Brock explained that most of the shops were on the ground to make it easy to haul things down the mountain. Apparently, the pack rented vehicles when they needed them, though it was clear that they never went into the town across the lake. Instead, they motored their stuff in the opposite direction and went way out of their way to go into towns where they weren’t well known.
While Daisy could understand all of that, she couldn’t help but note that Tex and Brock weren’t restricted to staying on the mountain. That hardly seemed fair, though she knew it wasn’t their fault. It was the fault of the curse, and she was going to find a way to break it. First, she had to get familiar with her new home and figure out what resources existed.
Brock took the time
to take her by his parents’ house, which was built on the ground due to their age. He left her there in the care of his mother, who was more than eager to welcome her into the family and show her off around the village. She kept her busy the rest of the day, but Daisy didn’t mind.
She found herself welcomed with hugs by many and true enthusiasm by all. Best of all, Daisy discovered that the village did, indeed, have a version of a library. It was actually a collection of books that a Mr. Harold Gibbins managed. He’d converted the lower level of his house into a massive lounge that was bordered by all sorts of books and all of the village’s old documents. It was impressive, and he gladly invited Daisy to assist him or simply enjoy his collection whenever she cared to.
He wasn’t the only one to invite her to assist him. Mira, a jewelry maker and stone collector, was eager to ask if Daisy had any interest in learning her craft. So did Marcus, the painter, Daniel, the glassblower, and of course, Josie, the gardener. Actually, there were many gardeners and even more craftsmen that were so in love with their crafts that they were more than thrilled at the idea of teaching her all their skills.
Daisy didn’t have the heart to turn down anybody, but her heart remained with Mr. Gibbins. She also agreed to help Josie when she could and to learn to bake bread from Tex and Brock’s mom, but mostly because she wanted to start forming some kind of bonds with the other two women. Right then, she was stuck on that mountain, and Daisy planned to make the best of it.
It wasn’t hard to live up to that goal as the next several days took on a calming pattern. Daisy spent her mornings helping Tex and Brock’s mom make bread. Josie tended to join them for lunch, along with her two mates, as well as Tex, Brock, and their two fathers and their many brothers. It was always a loud, happy meal that ended every day with Tex and Brock offering her chaste kisses on her cheek.
