I gripped his hair in my hand and put my legs over his shoulders. I bucked my hips driving his face into me and his tongue deeper inside. I let go. Then I did it again. And again.
“Yes, you’re my fellow! I declare it!” I screamed. “Just put your cock inside of me.”
“Not yet,” he said.
And I wanted to slap him, to punish him for denying me. I was in charge. Wasn’t I?
“I’m your Dove and I want you to put your cock inside of me right now!” I ordered.
He shoved his thumb against my clit and dug his tongue inside of me.
“Not until my Dove comes,” he replied.
Just hearing the word come sent me over the edge. If he wanted me to come, I would.
He lifted my legs up and folded them forward against my stomach so my pussy was up in the air. I held them for him and he grabbed both of my ass cheeks with his hands and stretched them open. He licked his hand and wiped it against my swollen pussy lips, moving his hand around in a circular motion.
“Fuck me, Connor,” I begged. “You’re in the right position. Just put it inside of me.”
Instead, he dropped down and tongued the spot between my pussy and my ass. He licked the space between and it sent shivers down my spine. I felt my legs quiver again. I wanted him to touch my ass. I lifted up as high as I could trying to give him a hint. He didn’t know what to do.
“Lick my ass,” I finally said, sensing that he was lacking instruction and getting lost.
He didn’t hesitate. He stretched me open and swirled his wet, wide tongue against my puckered hole. I knew I wouldn’t let him inside my ass. At that time, that was reserved for Alé. That was one of his favorite things. But I would definitely let Connor lick it. And damn did he lick it.
He licked around the rim of my ass, flicking his tongue at it, teasing me until I thought I was going to go crazy. Then, without removing his tongue from my skin, he slid up and returned to my pussy, burying his mouth in me. When I came, I came harder than I’d ever come before. And I couldn’t wait to take him home.
But the night was young, and first I needed to show him the wonders of the treasure box.
With short, gasping breaths, I rolled away from Connor and stood up on the side of the bed. My knees were weak and could barely hold me up. I patted the box with an open palm.
“Lie down,” I said.
He obeyed, stretching out on his back.
“Put your hands behind your head and keep them there. You are not to move your hands from that position. Do you understand? Not to touch me, not for pleasure, and not even for pain.”
His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. He was nervous again and this time I liked it. I wanted him to be. His cock was stiff, its skin stretched out to the point that I thought it might explode. One bead of pre-cum sat at its opening. As I watched his dick, it moved, it jerked with the chills running through his body. And the drop of cum ran down the length of him.
I reached into the box and pulled out a vibrating cock ring, fresh in its unopened package. I ripped open the top of the pouch and pulled it out. It was purple, thick, studded, with a small on switch.
“What is that?” Connor asked.
“It’s going to make you come inside of me, Connor. It’s going to make you come really hard. Do you want that?”
“So bad it hurts,” he replied. “My dick really hurts. I need you to soothe it. Make me come, my Dove.”
I cocked an eyebrow, starting to seriously wonder if he was really a virgin. He was getting too good at this way too quickly.
I climbed onto the bed on my knees, grabbed the base of his cock with two fingers, and placed the cock ring over the head of it. I slid it down until it rested at the base.
Then I just held him for a second, admiring his manhood. He was so young, so inexperienced. His cock was so smooth and pristine. I clenched it in my fist and watched one more bead of pre-cum seep out.
I leaned over and licked it off. He squeezed his ass together, lifting up an inch off the bed. I pushed down on his thighs to remind him who was in control.
“Don’t move,” I warned.
He’d raised his head but kept his fingers locked behind it. He was trying to see what I was doing.
I turned the cock ring on and it came to life, gyrating at the base of his dick. His head went back to his pillow and his mouth opened wide. He liked it.
“Holy…fuck,” he said. “What is that thing?”
I reached into the box and pulled out one more toy, then straddled him. I climbed over his lap and directed my wet pussy lips at his throbbing head. I was so wet he’d have no problem entering me. Still, I directed him into me, letting the big helmet shaped head of his cock reach the juices flowing out of me.
And I sat down slowly, letting his hard cock enter me, inch by inch, filling my pussy and quenching the aching. The desire for him had been so strong that it almost felt as if I’d cramp up, and as I lowered myself down onto him, he reached one hand out from behind his head and cupped one of my tits.
I slapped his hand and sank all the way down onto him until I felt the cock ring vibrating against my pussy lips. I reached down and pushed myself against it, holding it up with one hand so that it pressed against my clit.
“Oh my god,” I said out loud. “Do you feel that? Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” he replied.
I slid my hips forward and rode him, not up and down like in all the porn movies, but forward and back, rolling my hips like I was trying not to get bucked off a bronco. His cock drove into me and it felt fucking fantastic. He’d made me come already with his mouth and I knew it would happen again soon.
The head of his cock was deep inside of me, pushing up against me as if trying to break through my sexual wall. He wasn’t as big as Alé but somehow his cock seemed bent or angled just right. It was touching something, my g-spot I guess. And it just kept bumping me until I felt like I’d scream.
“I’m sorry, I think I’m gonna come,” Connor said.
I reached to the sheet next to me and found the other toy I’d pulled from the box. Then, as I continued to ride him and play with his balls with my left hand, I reached around to his ass with my right hand and pushed the first large plastic bead from the strand of anal beads into his ass.
“Oh shit,” he yelped. “What are you doing?”
“Shh,” I said. “Just enjoy it.”
“I don’t know if I like that,” he said.
I pushed the next bead into him.
“Unh,” he grunted.
Then the next, and the next. Four beads were inside of him and he’d begun to thrust his hips upward, driving into me over and over again. Each time I pushed on the beads he shoved upward, spearing me, hitting my spot just right. Fuck it felt good.
“I’m gonna come,” he said again.
“Come, baby. Just do it,” I said, allowing him to let go.
He winced and his mouth scrunched up. He was a second from coming. I knew he was about to unleash his fury. His chest rose and fell faster and his mouth opened. As I prepared to feel his hot cum shoot into me, I reached down, grabbed hold of the anal beads strand and yanked.
He shouted. He actually cried out as he launched upwards and pounded me just right.
“Ahh my god! Connor, yes!”
I felt like all fluid in my body was pouring out. Heat and energy and maybe even blood gushed out. I was losing it, coming like never before.
I thought Connor was spent but young guys are full of surprises. Without pulling out of me, he gripped my waist with one arm and turned me over, scooping me around like I weighed nothing.
Then he pounded me. And when I say pounded, I mean he drilled me. He fucked me like a machine that had gone crazy. I tried to grab his ass and pull him into me even harder but I couldn’t reach. I settled for his back instead and dug my fingernails in.
Connor howled, lifted me up in the seated position. He was on his knees and I was straddling him again. But this time
he was doing the fucking. He was rocking back and forth, lifting me by my waist and pulling me down onto him. Each yank downward was ecstasy.
I don’t know how to explain it. He fucked me like he was angry but every pump, every slide into my pussy felt like it carried the weight of a thousand years’ worth of love saved up. He wanted me to feel every inch of him, every drop of him, every piece of his being.
Somehow I knew that he understood what it meant to care for me, to love his Dove, and do all that he could to see me satisfied.
I wished he could come again. To feel the heat of his seed burst inside of me again would be perfect but it was impossible. He’d already started to soften. Still, even with his cock shrinking a little, he did his best to please me again.
Finally, I stopped moving and sat down on him, squishing his flaccid cock against himself.
“It’s okay,” I said as I stroked his face. “You’re my fellow now. I love you, Connor. We’ll have many more nights like this one.”
“God I hope so,” he said in my neck as he pulled me in tight, wrapping his strong arms around me. “I’ve always been in love with you, Lauren. Since the day we came up the mountain. I was young then but you were perfect in my eyes and I knew I’d be with you one day.”
“My love, you are. You’re mine,” I said.
With that, we lay down and talked for a while. I learned so much about Connor that night and told him secrets only my other two husbands knew. He was one of us now. He was family.
As I got dressed and waited for Connor to start his day with me, which meant walking me over to the town meeting, I couldn’t help giggling as I remembered his reaction when I inserted the first anal bead. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was one of his favorite toys. We had a lot of fun that night. He learned so much and brought a lot of that knowledge home with him.
Bentley and Alé, although hesitant at first to have him included, seemed to understand my soon-to-be new husband’s roll in the family and they welcomed their new brother with open arms.
That was just over a year ago. Now they all got a long just fine as long as they all respected the rules and only penetrated me on THEIR day. In some ways I felt like a party favor. I tried not to let it bother me as this was what the women of the Dove wanted, to be doted over and treated like goddesses, and my fellows definitely worshiped me.
I left my bedroom and was immediately greeted by my sons. Anthony and Alex ran to me waving papers in their hands. Anthony’s long hair bounced as he hobbled through the kitchen and over to me. Alex came at me with a brisk walk.
“Mama, I drew you pushing me on the swings in the park!” Anthony yelled.
“And I drew my daddies and you and me and Amphony holding hands,” Alex said as he handed me his drawing.
They were adorable. I bent down to see the drawings and then scooped them both up in my arms and tickled them. The sound of their laughter was the best tune on earth. I wanted to bottle it up and sell it to the rest of the community. It would definitely make everyone a lot happier. Not that happiness was on the verge of extinction or anything. It was quite the opposite actually. In the Dove, everything was joyous.
Connor came out of his room looking handsome in a tight polo shirt that showed off his massive chest. His blonde hair had grown a little and his tangles hung down over his ears. I loved it. I’d been trying to get him to grow it out for years. I’d always told him he looked a little like Richard from the movie The Blue Lagoon. It was our thing. I called him Richard and he called me Emmeline.
They were brother and sister in that movie though right? Not really the romantic gesture I was going for but I’ll take what I can get.
Connor wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. He always had a clean scent, fresh and crisp, like an ocean breeze with a hint of pine. I never used the men’s shower so I wasn’t quite sure what kind of cologne or lotion or shampoo it was giving him that scent but whatever it was I liked it.
Bentley’s smell always reminded me of firewood or auto grease depending on what part of the day I was nestling my nose in his neck. It wasn’t a bad smell. It was manly and strong. Alé always smelled a little musky after his long days out at the security border. Then after a shower he smelled like coconut oil.
God I loved my men. The look of them…the smell of them…the touch of them.
“You ready to go?” Connor asked.
“We haven’t eaten breakfast,” I reminded him.
“The meeting starts in just a few. I was thinking we’d just grab a bite at Dominic’s.”
Dominic was one of the single guys in camp who hadn’t yet tied himself down. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but rumors were that he was gay. Any guy who’d spoken to him about it came back with the same story. He wasn’t gay, just hadn’t decided on who he’d like to invite on a suitor visit.
I had a feeling he was waiting for someone special and if my suspicions were right, the town would find out soon enough just who he had in mind.
As a single guy with no chores other than to join in on a security rotation, Dominic spent his days selling pancakes, eggs, and sausages from a vendor cart at the center of town and occasionally selling hamburgers in the evening. The burgers depended on his schedule. No security detail for him meant our answer to fast food. When he was called to the gates, we were stuck with home-cooked meals.
“That’s not a bad idea. I can go for some pancakes right about now,” I said.
I didn’t say more in fear that he might’ve heard about Bentley’s morning feast between my thighs and that he might start to pout at the thought of me working up an appetite. I looked at his face trying to read his eyes. Was he upset? Or had Alé kept his mouth shut?
“I’m gonna have to ask him for his recipe so I can start making you some of those pancakes here at home,” Connor said.
Whew, in the clear. Once Connor starts moping around it’s hard to get him to snap out of it. I tried to understand. I couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be sharing one of them with two other women. It would be horrible. And I thanked Venus it was the other way around.
Outside the sun was shining, beating down, painting the grass an almost neon green hue and putting a warm sheet over us to thin out the brisk mountain breeze. Connor put his arm in mine and led the way from our narrow, two-story home through the others that looked almost identical, all painted snow white. Some had wrap-around porches while others had small gazebos out front. It was our own private Mayberry way up in the mountains above Boulder.
Kids ran laughing around us, almost all boys except for a few girls sprinkled in with the crowd.
Alma sat out on her porch supervising them as they played hide and seek. She was the oldest woman at the Dove. Her black hair was always pulled up in a bun, really more grey than black, and she wore an apron all day long even though she rarely cooked. She had only one husband. She was too stubborn in her old-fashioned ways. She was a Dove but appreciated the love of one good man.
She didn’t frown on our ways. She simply relished in hers. She was the mother of the twins, Samantha and Sienna, both members of the Original Seven, so she was allowed to stay within our community and keep up her practices. Her husband, Earl, often teased the other men for having to share their women when he got Alma all to himself.
I waved at Alma and she waved merrily back. She was a good woman no matter what beliefs she held.
“Mornin’ Lauren…Connor,” she called out.
“Good morning, Alma,” I replied.
“You’re looking beautiful as always,” Connor shouted.
“Just don’t be askin’ me to any suitor visits,” Alma joked.
She was the Kathy Bates of our community, an older, sassy lass everyone in the world seemed to love.
“Ready or not, here I come!” came the most adorable voice in town.
Little Clarissa had blonde hair she always wore in a perfect braid down her back. When she spoke she sounded like a cartoon chipmunk and I always wanted to scoop her
up in my arms and squeeze her tight. She was the daughter I hoped to have one day. Her mother, Patricia, was the last woman to have a daughter in the past four years.
“I want one,” I said aloud.
“You want what?” Connor asked. “You want a suitor visit with Alma?”
He laughed out loud. I slapped his shoulder playfully.
“I want a daughter. I want a Clarissa, Connor.”
“I know you do, babe. And I’ll give you one. You’ll see.”
I watched Clarissa a little longer as she giggled and squealed her way across the patch of grass to the right of us. One of the boys ran from her. One day he wouldn’t. He would be begging for her attention. Sometimes I found our world to be so strange no matter how lovely it was.
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