by Morgan Henry
Kent was driving her mad with his gentle touches to her pussy. His large hands held her legs apart and he was taking tiny, soft licks of her slit. It was oh so arousing, but not stimulating enough to make her come. He removed one hand from her leg and slowly eased a finger into her sopping cunt. She could feel him slowly move it in and out, ever so leisurely.
Hanna thought she would go crazy if they didn’t make her come soon. She attempted to buck and move, trying to get just that little bit more she needed. She moaned, cried, whimpered, and begged, but still they wouldn’t let her go over.
“I think you’re ready now, sweet Hanna,” rasped Carter.
“Yes, ready. Make me come!” she shouted.
Carter just laughed, and he and Kent flipped her over.
Smack! Smack! Two hard, sharp blows landed on her ass. Smack! Another blow landed directly on her pussy, causing her to shriek. The heat that coursed through her after the initial sting was incredible. It fired straight through to her clit and had her empty pussy clenching. Then, unbelievably, she climaxed.
She threw her head back and wailed, practically yodeled, as the fire ripped through her. The pleasure tore through her from her pussy to her heated ass and outward. Carter landed a couple more taps to her buttocks, causing several aftershocks of pleasure. Hanna couldn’t fathom how she climaxed from a spanking, but it was beyond good.
Now Kent was the one chuckling as he hauled her body up on top of his. They were face-to-face, her soft body molding against his hard one. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her down for a quick kiss then holding her still to look into her eyes.
“This, princess, will be incredible.” His eyes gazed deep into hers. “I can’t wait to see you take Carter’s cock up your ass, watch you come with the two of us inside you.”
Hanna felt more liquid leak out of her pussy at Kent’s dirty talk. She hadn’t realized how much hearing them talk to her and about her would rev her engines even more. She felt Carter lift her up to her knees so she straddled Kent’s groin. Kent then guided his cock into her slick pussy. Her chest was against Kent’s, her pussy against his pelvis and her ass in the air.
Kent clamped an arm around her waist as Carter slipped a lubed finger in her anus. They had played with her back hole more than once, so she found it easy to take the first finger and the second. The third that he added burned a little and she squirmed.
“Easy,” Carter murmured and stroked her back. “You can take this. You know it’s going to feel so good.”
Hanna felt reassured at his words. It reaffirmed that he was paying close attention to her as she submitted to this invasion. She knew he wanted her ass badly, and she was just as eager to give it to him.
Chapter 33
As he pressed the head of his cock to Hanna’s anus, Carter couldn’t help but feel triumph mixed in with the exquisite pleasure. Triumph because he was the first to take her virgin little hole. Yes, he knew that was somewhat inappropriate, but he couldn’t help it.
Carter slid his lube-slickened cock in slowly. “Easy, Hanna,” he soothed. “You know how to take me, push out a little. That’s it,” he encouraged as she did as he asked. He slid in another inch. He could feel the tight muscles of her ass gripping him tightly, resisting the invasion. He rocked just a little, retreating the tiniest bit then advancing a more substantial amount. The heat and tightness of her back hole almost had him hyperventilating from pleasure.
Finally his balls touched the soft skin of her ass. “I’m all the way in,” he told her, tension in his voice. “Oh Hanna, you have no idea how good this feels.”
Hanna whimpered. “Oh God,” she cried. “It’s too much. I don’t think I can take it.”
“You can and you will, Hanna,” Kent commanded. Then his voice softened a little. “Just relax, princess. You know we’re going to make it so good for you.”
As Carter felt Hanna relax a little, he eased his cock almost out of her anus then slowly started to push back in. As he did so, Kent eased his dick out of her pussy. It felt unbelievable. She was so tight with the two of them packed into her. He could feel every flutter of her muscles around his penis. He looked down. It was even more arousing to see his big dick swallowed by her ass, the rim stretched thin.
They continued the slow rhythm until Hanna was moaning and trying to move on their cocks. Carter caught Kent’s eye, and they started to increase their pace. Carter had to grit his teeth. He wanted to come so badly. As they worked Hanna’s body harder between them, it was getting harder and harder to hold back his orgasm.
“Help her out, Kent.” His voice was hoarse as he begged his brother for assistance.
Kent reached forward and slid his hand between his body and Hanna’s to find her clit. They were rewarded as a few scant seconds later she screamed and bucked wildly, crying their names.
Carter’s own orgasm followed immediately. The pulsing of her muscles around his cock sent him to new heights. His orgasm burned down his spine and it felt like the head of his cock exploded with pleasure. He and Kent ground into her hard, their last few thrusts filling her with their seed. Hanna was limp with pleasure.
“Did she pass out?” Carter asked quietly as he eased his softening cock out of her ass.
“No,” was Hanna’s reply, punctuated by a moan as the head of his dick exited her. “But I’m not sure I will ever move again.”
Carter and Kent chuckled.
“No laughing, you bastards!” she cried, her voice a little stronger now.
Carter smothered his laughter as he slipped into the bathroom for a cloth to clean Hanna. He washed himself quickly, and took two warm, wet cloths into the bedroom. He tossed one at Kent, and used the other to wash the lube and other fluids from Hanna.
“I can’t believe you do this for me,” she murmured, her eyes closed in pleasure.
“Well, I’m certainly not going to do it for Kent,” he replied.
“Good,” said Kent. “I don’t want your hands on my junk.”
Hanna giggled. “Good to know.”
The three of them snuggled together under the sheets. They lay silently for a while, listening to the chirp of the crickets outside.
“Are you happy to be moving in with us, sweet Hanna?” Carter asked. She had said yes to moving in, but not much more than that.
“Of course I am!” she exclaimed as she sat up. “Why would you think otherwise?”
“I know you love your house and garden. And I know you were happy with your life before we came along. This is a big change for you,” Carter replied slowly. He sat up as well, facing Hanna and Kent.
“I’ve learned that change is both inevitable and okay,” she told them gently. “It’s not always easy, but if you’re making choices that are right for you, it’s generally going to work out.”
“I’m not entirely happy you’re moving in,” Kent chimed in. He was lying on his side, head propped up with his hand.
“What?” Hanna gasped.
Carter thought his heart stopped. What the hell was Kent doing?
“I don’t want you just to live here. I want you to marry us.” His voice was thick with emotion and his eyes pleaded with Hanna.
She looked at Kent, then over at Carter, a little confused.
“He’s serious, sweet Hanna.” They hadn’t discussed the actual timing of asking Hanna to marry them, but he wasn’t going to tell her they weren’t committed to making her their wife.
“I just agreed to move in a couple of hours ago, and now you’re thinking marriage?” Her voice was a little higher pitched than normal.
Kent shrugged. “We want you with us forever. I wanted you to understand that, and I hoped you’d say yes. I’m sorry, I guess we should have done the whole romantic, candles, flowers thing. I just got caught up in feeling how perfect it is to have you here with us, and I couldn’t help but say how we felt.”
Carter was somewhat relieved. At least Kent was able to tell Hanna how they felt in a loving and sincere way. He h
ad certainly envisioned a proposal involving a little more planning, but he couldn’t fault Kent for speaking his mind, and his heart. He reached into the drawer in the side table and pulled out the box containing the ring they had bought when they picked up Jen and Tim’s wedding bands.
“We love you, Hanna. We bought this knowing we would ask you to marry us one day. If you can’t say yes right now, that’s okay. But I really hope you aren’t saying no.” Carter held the box in his hand, not opening it until he had her answer.
Hanna was silent for a moment as she looked back and forth between them. Her eyes were huge, and her lower lip was trembling a little.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I almost can’t believe this is happening, but yes, I’ll marry you.”
* * * *
Carter’s whoop of triumph just about gave Hanna a heart attack. She had to laugh at his obvious delight. Looking over at Kent, she continued to giggle because he had the biggest grin on his face she had ever seen.
She had been unwise to take her eyes off Carter, though, as he tackled her to the bed and grabbed her left hand. He held it out to Kent and tossed his brother the box. Kent took out the ring inside and slipped it on her finger.
It actually fit almost perfectly. The band was white gold with three equal-sized diamonds set flush into the band. It sparkled even in the dim light of the room.
“It’s beautiful,” she said softly. “It’s perfect.”
“We’re glad you like it, princess.” Kent kissed her finger. “Now everyone will know you’re ours.”
She smiled at them. Hanna’s heart was so full of love for her men she thought it might explode. “Everyone will know I chose you two. And I couldn’t be happier.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Morgan was able to realize a long unfulfilled dream when Siren accepted her manuscript for publication. Though she had always loved reading and writing, she made the decision to pursue a career in science when she was still in high school. It was a choice based in a need for stability and financial security.
It wasn’t until much later in life that she returned to her love of writing. Morgan wrote a manuscript, deciding that it was better to try and fail than to always wonder if she could have been a writer. She was amazed and delighted to have her first book published.
She now resides in Ontario, with her loving and supportive husband, cat, and Boston terrorizer—oops, I mean terrier. When she’s not writing, she still has a full time “day job” that she loves, family to look after, friends to enjoy spending time with, and quilts to make.
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