“Yeah, like that,” I whimpered and clutched the tree behind my head. Sweat trickled down my temples, my cleavage, and between our bodies. I struggled to hold on. Our slick bodies, courtesy of the humidity, made my task a difficult one.
“Hold on, city,” Joe purred in my ear and Luke pulled me away from the tree. Joe moved behind me, his rock hard cock brushing between my cheeks.
Holy hell, he wasn’t planning on doing what I think he was doing. Was he? Joe tickled my swollen cunt, gathering up my cream and dragging it up to my puckered little hole. He was! I shuddered, fearful of the act. I’d never been taken that way. Although it scared the heck out of me, my desire and imagination ran wild.
“Ever had two cocks inside you at once, honey?” Joe asked and grazed his teeth over my shoulder.
Luke held me, impaled deep inside. He smiled and nipped my bottom lip. “We’re going to make you feel so good. You’ll come harder than you’ve ever came before.”
I had my doubts, but wanted them anywhere, everywhere, as long as they were moving and giving me what I wanted.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Luke whispered in my ear. “Relax, city girl. This ain’t my first rodeo.”
I felt the head of his cock press against my rosebud and I clutched Joe’s biceps. Tiny pricks of pain radiated out and I squeezed my eyes shut. Damn, I wasn’t sure I could do it, but have always heard it felt awesome at some point. I’m not sure who told me that lie, but hoped it got better than this. “Oh, god, it hurts,” I rasped with a dry throat. Moaning typically does that after a while.
“Shhh, relax and try to push me out,” Luke coaxed.
“I think you’re too big,” I offered, but did as he asked. He eased in a little and my eyes popped open wide. I wanted to scream as the pain got worse for a moment. Luke stilled and my body relaxed. Soon his long shaft was sliding in, the pain not near as bad.
“Mmm, nice and tight,” Luke whispered and softly kissed my neck.
Joe smiled and nuzzled his nose against mine. “Just wait. It gets better.”
Luke eased out and surged back in. I lost my breath and clutched Joe harder. The double sensation struck me and left me wanting more. Wild shocks of energy raced over my skin, delighting me, beckoning me to give in, let go.
“Ready to ride, city?” Luke drawled.
I nodded, unable to speak. I had two cocks inside me and I loved it. I shivered, not because I was cold, but because I was too damn excited to do anything else. Joe held me between them as if I weighed little or nothing. Sexy and wanton, I quivered between them, so keyed up I knew it wouldn’t take long for them to bring me to orgasm again.
When Joe slid almost all the way out of me, Luke pressed inside. They began to alternate, pushing and pulling, giving one hole attention while taking away from the other. I cried out, loving how they filled me over and over again.
My heart pounded like I was running a marathon. Amazing sensations of pleasure tied my tongue, only allowing me to speak gibberish. I was pleading for more while praising them, shouting "YES," and "Oh god!" I believe I said something like "Fuck me real good," but I can’t be sure. My mind was in a maze of color and ecstasy, loving their hands on my skin, teasing my breasts, their lips on my mouth and neck. I would be ruined from regular one-night stands forever.
Before I knew it, I was panting and moaning, unable to do anything more than feel them thrusting in and out of me. “Yes, yes, yes!” I squealed at once and my body convulsed with the hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“Ride it, baby,” Luke moaned in my ear, fucking me with more vigor.
Joe groaned a deep soulful sound as I quaked between them. “I’m going to cum, baby. Oh, fuck, here it comes.” He squeezed my ass hard and buried his face in my hair. I felt his cock get thicker and twitch inside me. Letting go, he filled me with his cum, Luke following. The sounds of their deep voices made my stomach flutter and aftershocks of pleasure ripple throughout my body.
I kissed Joe hard, loving the feel of them still inside me, their bodies caging me in, no matter how hot and sweaty I was. Luke placed soft kisses to my neck and shoulder, offering me a contented sigh, causing me to shiver with want for more.
“Not bad for a city girl,” Luke teased as he brushed my hair away from my neck.
I giggled and took a deep breath. “I was thinking the same about you two.”
Joe gazed at me with his gorgeous eyes. His hair was wild, sticking up here and there. The man was sexy as hell. “What do you say we take a break, have a beer or two, and go for round two at our place, city?”
“Mmm, sounds good.”
As I put on my tacky hunter orange dress, I was reminded of what my Aunt Sadie had said to me about finding Mr. Right. I still believed she was wrong, but could agree that I had found Mr. Right Now times two. I’d have hot memories of my ninth time as a bridesmaid, and who knows? I may just come and visit the kin more often. I will definitely be sure to look up Luke and Joe when I do.
The End
About the Author:
Hennessee plots by day and writes by night. Her creativity seems to be at its highest when the world around her slumbers. As a mother of two, she is prone to fits of insanity, random babbling, and answering her own questions. She has an affinity for things that go bump in the night, mythology, ancient religions, and history. Geeky to the core, she loves to laugh, goof off, and make people smile while interjecting crazy historical facts that make her husband often roll his eyes.
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A New World Order - The Earth has witnessed to the devastation of the Apocalyptic Wars of 2540 and the following Civil Wars of 2550. Not a city or country had been left untouched by either, with a great many leveled to nothing more than heaps of concrete and twisted steel. In order for humankind to survive and rebuild, a totalitarian government was created, made up of former country leaders, and is called the New World Order (NWO).
While not perfect, the NWO enacted the Populous Reconstruction Act in order to repopulate Earth. Many disagree with the act, especially Keira Alvarado, a lieutenant and pilot for the cause. Under the act, many laws and subsections only further Keira’s plight. Well past her twenty-fifth birthday and unmarried, she is now at the mercy of the law, and any men who decide to make her their own are able to do so without her permission.
When two new pilots to the Southwest Hemisphere arrive, they only further the trouble brewing for Keira. If her personal hell, and status as a single woman isn’t enough to ruin her day, the Patriot Brotherhood, a faction against the NWO, has bigger plans for her life, and the world that is just beginning to overcome the devastation of the past.
Sex, love, lies, and deception mixed with winners and losers. The human condition and desire to overcome drives this new age, and not everyone is happy about it. *anal sex, double penetration, spanking*
Hot Excerpt:
Keira glared and turned to see what he was speaking of. How she missed the flowers when she entered she didn’t know, but was surprised to see the biggest bouquet of exotics ever. They weren’t just any flowers. They were very rare and expensive ones from Ardemon. Only men with very deep pockets could afford such.
Before she could get sentimental over the gift, which was in fact a first for her, Keira turned back around toward Darroch. “It would seem the fool is a bigger one than you two.”
Darroch grinned before taking a casual stance. “While some men would buy pussy like yours, I’d rather take it.”
Forces out of Keira’s control took hold of her, and before she realized it, she was crashing her fist against Darroch’s face. He wavered back and stumbled a couple of steps. His head was dropped down and he wiped the blood from his lips. Slowly his gaze rose to meet her eyes. They twinkled with desire as a devilish grin swept over his mouth.
“Baby, foreplay isn’t necessary at this point.”
“Theron, knock it off.” Iverson reached for his a
rm as Darroch stalked toward her.
“Oh, no. I’m finishing what we started,” Darroch said without taking his eyes off of her.
Keira’s cunt spasmed and she swallowed hard. Darroch’s eyes almost seemed to glow. “I’m warning you, clown boy, you don’t want what is coming if you don’t back off.”
“Honey, my dick has been hard as fucking steel since you engaged us in the air,” Darroch said, his eyes lethal and serious as he spoke.
Keira raised her brows, questioning him. She'd hoped that he had shit his pants instead. Wishful thinking.
“Oh, yes, honey, that stunt did nothing more than to bring my cock to full attention,” Darroch said, and rubbed the front of his form-fitting uniform. His erection was obvious and on full display. She had to blink her eyes and avert her gaze. Long and thick. Oh, hell, she chanted inside her head.
“Don’t act like you’re not aroused. You see, I know you get off by combat, dog fighting in the sky, the same as me. Engaging your weapons was mere foreplay,” Darroch said in a whisper and pushed his body against hers, pinning her against the desk. His eyes stared down at her, wide open, with a knowing grin on his face. “I bet your pussy is swollen, begging for my touch.”
“Back off, Theron,” Iverson said and pulled at Darroch’s arm.
Without looking back, Darroch smiled. “No, I’ve engaged her. Let the real dog fight begin.”
Keira stared at Iverson for a moment. His eyes were filled with desire, yet fear. Easily, he could overpower Darroch if he wanted to, but he stayed frozen, staring back at her.
Darroch grabbed her hand and pulled it down, placing it on his cock. He forced her to rub him through his uniform. “Tell me you’re not craving it,” he said and leaned forward to nip her chin. “Deny me, say whatever you want, but I’ll know it’s a lie. I can smell your arousal,” he continued and inhaled a deep breath through his nose with his eyes closed. They looked glazed over when he opened them. “Baby, I promise we’ll be all you’ll ever need.”
Keira had reached her breaking point and lust ruled. She squeezed his cock in retaliation and kissed him hard, stopping to bite his bottom lip. “You’re not man enough.”
“Oh, princess, get ready,” Darroch said with a growl and ripped the front of her uniform open. Such strength overwhelmed her while leaving her exposed breasts naked for their eyes to feast upon. He dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard to the point of pain.
Keira squealed and fisted his hair in her hands as he nudged his hips between her thighs, shoving her up onto her desk. His hard cock teased her pussy, rubbing with enough friction she could feel the heat between them. She hated that he knew how much she wanted him, wanted this. “Fail to make me come and you’ll regret coming to the Southwest Hemisphere.”
“Don’t worry, when we’re done, you’ll be in a land of fucking bliss,” Iverson said and began to unbutton his fly.
Darroch pushed her back down on the desk and hovered above her, grinding his hips between her thighs. He grinned before kissing her rough again, allowing a deep growl to vibrate against her lips. She felt her toes curl. Darroch kissed her so thoroughly, deep and sensually, any smart-ass comments she had were washed away. He worked his way down her neck, nipping and sucking, his hands cupping her breasts while flicking the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. He sucked one, teasing with his teeth, and swiping gently over it to wash away the bite of pain. Squeezing her other breast, he moved to it, paying equal attention. He sucked harder, forcing a cry from her lungs.
“Get that uniform off of her so I can see her,” Iverson ordered and was palming his cock when she opened her eyes.
Her panties were wet, a gush of excitement coating the thin fabric when she witnessed Iverson’s gorgeous face staring at her with affection. She marveled at his large hand gently sweeping from the base to the head of his thick cock. Some men of the NWO were modified, but Iverson must have received special enhancements, she thought, and licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him.
“You want this, beautiful?” Iverson asked and stepped forward with a new confidence he hadn’t had previously. He struck her as the nervous type, judging by his actions thus far. His new attitude and cocky grin stoked a fire in her gut.
“Yes,” she admitted and reached for him. She yearned to feel the soft flesh of his skin, in her mouth, and mostly inside of her.
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