I didn’t like it. My mouth was stretched. I wanted to love the stretching of my ass and my pussy combined but the pain in my mouth was pissing me off. I reached a hand up and fought to take it off. Pike caught on and helped me remove it. I threw it to the floor.
That fucking thing.
“Dominic,” I said.
“He’s gone,” Kent said.
“Dominic, it’s okay,” I said as I backed into Pike’s cock again.
I wanted to care more. I wanted to be loving or nurturing or something but I couldn’t concentrate. Kent lifted his hips, Pike drove his, and both cocks filled me. It felt so amazing. I wondered if they could feel their cocks bumping into each other.
The thought made me laugh a little.
“Just let him go,” Pike said with a grunt as he fucked me harder and harder.
My ass was slightly numb to the pain and was accepting Pike so much easier. It felt so good. I knew I’d need to be fucked like this more often. I needed this. I needed the pain mixed with pleasure.
“Fuck my ass, Pike,” I yelled.
“I’m fuckin’ it, baby,” he said.
“Fill my pussy, Kent.”
“You feel so fucking good,” Kent said.
“Hit me, Pike!” I yelled.
He slammed the crop down again as he buried his cock to the hilt. My arms shook first. I couldn’t hold myself up. I face planted into Kent’s chest. I tried to get up but I couldn’t. My arms twitched with each shove of his cock into my ass. My legs started to twitch.
“Hold me, Kent!” I begged.
“Umm, I can’t!”
The jingle of the handcuffs reminded me that his hands were out of commission for the moment.
“Keep fucking me!” I ordered.
“Ohhh fuck!” Kent yelled and I knew he was about to come.
I was about to come again. I couldn’t control the shaking in my body. The heat returned. My pussy, my ass, my whole body was on fire.
“Ohhh yes! Yes! Yaaaaasssssss!” I cried as I rained open palms down against Kent’s chest with each drive of Pike’s cock into my ass.
Kent’s cock exploded inside me, mixing with my juices, feeling like the air shooting out of Jacuzzi jets. The force of his cum in my pussy was such a fucking turn on that it made me cum a third time. I couldn’t control it.
I started laughing, practically cackling, I felt so good. The release was so insane. I wasn’t mad anymore. I wasn’t angry or vengeful. I’d had all that negativity fucked out of me.
“I’m ‘bout to come!” Pike yelled and just as I thought he was about to fill my ass, he yanked his cock out of me and shot his hot seed all over my back.
The feel of it, so warm, splashing against my skin, was the perfect end to our wild night.
I dragged Kent away with me to a hot shower. After all, it was his suitor visit. It was one he’d never forget and of course I’d owe him some serious one-on-one time, but I couldn’t imagine he’d complain about what went down.
In the shower, he collapsed against the tile wall, letting the hot stream wash over him, and I dropped to my knees to clean him off.
“So what now?” he asked as he ran his hand over my wet hair. “We’re married?”
I was so mad when it had all started that I hadn’t given it enough thought. He wasn’t even eighteen yet. He would be in less than a month but he’d never even requested a suitor visit. I was afraid I’d fucked up.
Kent slept with me in my room that night. In the morning, when we woke, it was Dominic’s day so we weren’t allowed to touch each other. I had a feeling Dominic wouldn’t want much to do with me for a while. I woke Kent up with his clothes bundled in my arms. I told him I thought it best if we kept our tryst a secret. I’d tell Pike and Dominic to keep their mouths shut about it until after Kent’s birthday. He’d need to go on with things as usual and request a suitor visit when the time came. We’d have our real night together and then he’d be welcomed into the house.
He didn’t seem all that happy about the decision but he knew it made sense. I wasn’t the only one who’d be hit with questioning and plenty of negative gossip if this got out. He had fucked a Dove before he was old enough and without going through the proper channels. Reluctantly, he climbed out my bedroom window the way he had so many times before.
I found Pike out back, chopping firewood. I was worried he wouldn’t be too happy about the evening’s events but he seemed strangely serene. I started to apologize for the odd way it all went down but he put a finger to my lips.
“You hear that?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. He dropped his axe and wrapped his large, tattooed arms around me. He planted a kiss on my lips, a cute peck, being mindful of Dominic’s day, and winked at me.
“Hear what?” I asked.
“The birds,” he said. “They sing. They fly from branch to branch and mimic each other. And they sing peacefully. Animals out there in the woods. They keep going on about their day. You know what all these wild things are searching for?”
I had an idea but I wanted him to tell me.
“Food…and ass. If they can’t eat it or fuck it, they leave it alone. And when they’re eating and fucking they’re happy, they’re content, and then they look for something else to eat and fuck.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.
Again, his weird ass form of poetry was lost on me.
“We’re just animals, baby. I love you. I knew what I was getting into when we met. When I came here. So, I guess what I’m saying is just keep feeding me and fucking me and all’s good.”
“You’re like the weirdest Dalai Lama ever,” I said as I kissed him again.
“Just spend my time with me and their time with them and we’ll all be happy. Oh and let me drink my beer and play with myself sometimes and I’ll be here by your side.”
“How’s Dominic? Have you seen him? I thought he’d be in the kitchen this early.”
“I haven’t seen him. How’s Kent? You probably fucked his whole world up, babe. That kid’s gonna have to have a threesome each time now just to feel normal. It’s all he knows.”
We both laughed. I loved this man. Pike was good for me. They all were in their own unique way.
I filled Pike in on the plan for Kent, about keeping our mouths shut and all. He was a little surprised that he wasn’t yet eighteen. He made a few jabs about me being a pedophile and a cradle robber and stuff like that, but come on, ever since the change happened, since females became such a rarity, age wasn’t nearly as important. Of course, in the Dove we stuck with eighteen because we needed to have some sort of guideline or every studly teenager would be trying to line something up with a grown Dove. But me being eighteen and being in love with a kid only a month shy of his eighteenth birthday was pretty reasonable.
***
The house was too quiet without the sound of Dominic’s breakfast tools clanging around the kitchen. It worried me a lot. Had I finally gone too far? Had I pushed him beyond his limits? I couldn’t help seeing the look on his face as he stared down at me with the ball gag in my mouth. I imagined what I must’ve looked like to him, mascara running down my face, my lipstick probably all over my cheeks, and two men inside of me. I felt like a whore for the first time and feeling like a whore pissed me off.
I was a fucking Dove and this was the life he married into. He said he’d waited for me. Did he really think we were going to run away together and live in a little house somewhere at a lower elevation, where it would be just the two of us, him cooking and me cleaning? Fuck that.
I was tired of his sulking. The sensitive, sorrowful side of me was gone. I wanted him to man up and get in the kitchen and make some fucking breakfast like he loved doing every single morning.
His bedroom door was unlocked so I shoved my way through. His bed was made neatly. His room was spotless and none of his personal belongings were in sight. The pictures of his family had been taken off the dresser
. I yanked open a couple of drawers. Some of his clothes were there but most of his underwear, socks, and T-shirts were gone.
His jacket was gone.
Then I saw the note on his pillow. The white paper had blended with the white cotton sheets so well that I almost missed it. I picked it up and it read:
Dear Jessica,
I love you. But I hate you. I love you for the innocent and vibrant young lady you were growing up. I love you for the way you’d look at me when you’d buy my pancakes and the way you’d kiss me once we were married. You always made me feel like it was only the two of us. Even after Pike arrived I felt like our days were our days. I love you for the good side of you that I feel only I was sometimes privy to.
I hate you for the mean spirited way that you’ve been lately. I hate you for the look on your face as you enjoyed hurting us last night. I hate you for the joy that you felt as you had sex with other men right in front of my face. For the way you choked on your own spit with that gag in your mouth last night.
I hate you for making me doubt myself. For making me doubt you. For making me doubt us.
I can’t love someone and hate them at the same time can I? I don’t think it’s healthy. I considered running away, leaving the Dove. But this is my home. I’ve lived most of my life here so I cannot leave. But I need to leave you. Consider this our divorce. I will tell the Seven that I thought I could see you with other men but that I cannot. And that I will go back to my single lifestyle. You are free to find another husband, one more fitting to your lifestyle.
Dominic
I didn’t remember sitting down on the bed but I was there, on my ass, when I finished the letter. I fell back and lay there for a moment staring up at the ceiling. What had I done? My hands shook. I was so mad. I can’t tell you now whether I was angry at myself or with Dominic. I don’t know, but I can tell you I was fuming. I think back then I was way too young and inexperienced and full of myself to admit that I might be the one who was wrong.
Dominic was a good man. I’d married one of the most decent men in the entire Dove community and I’d fucked it up all because I wanted it all…and I wanted it all at once. He would’ve been happy with his time on his day as long as I loved him, but that wasn’t enough for me, and now he was gone.
A part of me felt somewhat relieved. I had to wonder if I’d ever loved him in the first place. Maybe I’d simply liked the idea of him, the stability of having a man in the house who could cook and could clean and could recite sweet poems to me. He was the romantic one. Pike was the bad boy and Kent was the young stud. I no longer had stability. I just had two gorgeous men eager to fuck me every chance they could get.
And who the hell was going to cook breakfast?
Lauren was the one to let me know Dominic approached the Original Seven. He’d told them exactly what he promised. He said he was madly in love with me and needed me all for himself. That it would never work because he was too jealous. I cried in front of Lauren. I’d planned a fake cry but the tears burst out for real. She comforted me, just like a mother would and I let her, just like a daughter would. I suppose she always had the best intentions for me.
I had a month until Kent’s birthday, and Dominic had left me, which meant I was only married to Pike. Alone in our house, Pike fucked the living shit out of me. I’m not kidding. I don’t mean we had sex sometimes. I mean he fucked me in my room, he fucked me in his room, he fucked me on the dining room table, he fucked me in the closet, in the tub, on the backyard patio…everywhere.
And each time he did, I made sure he put it in my ass. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but it was a must. I loved it. I had to make sure he came inside my pussy because, after all, the whole point of all this was to get pregnant with a baby girl, but fun time before coming was spent in my ass. He’d claimed my ass and I knew that even when Kent moved in, and if I ever found a third husband again, I’d only let Pike have the ass. It was his.
Ass, ass, ass…have I said it enough?
Jessica’s Lament
News of my issues with one of my husbands traveled around the Dove quickly. For the most part, people in the community weren’t bad people. They weren’t out to hurt anyone. However, in a world where most of our leisurely time consisted of reading, theatrical plays, and procreation, chit chat was one more form of entertainment. So word got around.
Kent told me he’d heard the story from a friend. The story he heard was that Pike fucked me on Dominic’s day and that Dominic had had enough of my disrespectful ways. Wow. That wasn’t exactly how it had gone down. I felt like standing out in the center of the town and yelling, “Excuse me. It was my personal day and I fucked two other guys, not only Pike!”
My humiliation ended when a new story started cycling through town. Lauren was pregnant and the timing was right that it could even be possible that the baby was Alé’s. Everyone knew they fucked the night he was thrown out of town.
I wanted to kiss Lauren for cooking up a baby in time to save me from anymore town bullshit.
It was only two weeks till Kent’s birthday when yet another story made its way from Kent’s ears to mine. Dominic was already being claimed by another Dove. This one wasn’t a naïve little eighteen year old who didn’t know how to control her men. This one wasn’t an innocent girl Dominic had watched growing up and had fallen in love with. Instead of the shock of seeing such a young beauty corrupted, he’d go into his new relationship knowing full well what she was up to.
Who was this perfect match for my ex-husband? Why Gwenneth of course. She’d lost her whole family and only had Roscoe left. Roscoe and now Dominic.
I’d been braiding one of the young girls from the neighborhood’s hair when Kent told me the news. I began to twist her hair so tight that she whined and cried out for me to stop.
Dominic had every right to leave me. He was a sensitive man who needed the love and devotion of an understanding and nurturing woman…but not THAT floozy.
It didn’t matter what I thought about her. He requested the suitor visit like he was supposed to and he had his time alone with her in the cabin. It hurt. I’m not going to lie. I felt betrayed. Even after what I’d done to him.
The next day, he entered their house and wasn’t seen again.
No one else seemed to notice Dominic’s absence. Since marrying me, he hadn’t been out at his cart selling breakfast like he’d done back in the days. Sadly, Dominic was one of those guys who could go unnoticed for quite some time. And he had. I started spying on the outsiders’ house for a while. The blinds had all been drawn shut so there was no more peeking in on their sexual activities.
There was no peeking in on them at all. What was going on behind closed doors was a complete mystery. I saw Violet enter their house one other time. I couldn’t help wondering if Dominic had been invited in to that party. Who knows, maybe he’d realized his fondness of the group sex situation after leaving me.
Maybe he was the ringleader.
As I watched their house one night from the porch of a house across the street, I couldn’t help imagining Dominic in a more dominant role, maybe taking his spatula into the bedroom with him. He’d line up Gwenneth and Violet and make them each take turns licking his balls while he fondled their nipples with cold eggbeaters.
Then his face flashed through my mind. The expression he wore when he’d taken off the blindfold and saw me with the ball gag. I highly doubted he’d be into anything group related for a while.
***
After three days had gone by and not a single sight or sound from Dominic, I really began to worry. I went to Pike about it. Since he was my only husband, he was required to stay home and look after the house for me. It was driving him nuts. He wasn’t exactly the stay-at-home kinda husband. He was much more suited for the maintenance or security roles.
Once Kent joined us he’d be free to switch to one of those duties but in the meantime he was stuck in the house. And that’s why he fucked me so much. Probably because it was either that or
do the dishes. That or take out the garbage. That or cook. He was amazing at THAT so he made sure to keep me occupied as often as possible.
When I found him that day he was standing in the bathroom, holding his limp dick in his hand and gawking at it.
I cleared my throat to let him know I was there. He didn’t jump or make up an excuse like I thought he would.
“Do you think…do you think I’ve gotten smaller?” he asked.
I had to put a hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter.
“What do you mean?”
“Like my dick got smaller. I can feel it.”
He turned to face me and he was quite big, drooping over his knuckles as he held it tight, looking like some chicken he’d snapped the neck on.
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