She leaned in and kissed him, his words too close to hitting home.
Hell, she was already in dangerous emotional territory even though she knew whatever this was couldn’t last.
But she’d keep these memories cherished deep within her heart when the men were gone.
When she felt Lima’s thighs pressed against her ass, he let out a groan. “Holy shit, baby, you are so tight and beautiful, you are perfect.”
Quack’s fingers returned to her nipples, which sent tendrils of need to her throbbing clit.
Lima took care of that for her. He reached around her and found her clit, playing with it. “Start moving, baby. You’re driving this time. You fuck us until either we say stop, or you can’t take any more. Your choice.”
She started moving, slowly at first. It felt so…strange and sexy and full and dirty in the good way, all at the same time. Closing her eyes, she rose up a little and then found the perfect angle to hit all the right places inside her.
“Make all the noise you want,” Lima assured her. “We’re alone in here right now.”
Good, because she wanted to moan. “Holy fuck,” she whispered. “That’s amazing!” She settled on short, deep strokes with the men fully buried inside her body at the bottom of each one.
“Fast and hard as you want,” Quack assured her. “You fuck those cocks as hard and good as you want. We can take it.”
She didn’t know how long she sat there riding the men, but when the familiar tingles started in her clit she picked up speed until she was slamming her pussy and ass down onto them.
“Oh…fuck!” Quack said. “Damn, that’s fucking fantastic!”
A long, rolling moan escaped her, and when the climax hit, her ass and cunt clamped down on their cocks, her body trying to squeeze their orgasms out of them, too.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes!”
She thought she might pass out, it felt so damn good.
Then Lima and Quack took over and started fucking her, keeping her orgasm going and going until the men finally added their releases to hers and all three of them were making wild noises she didn’t know humans were capable of making.
All strength fled her body. She collapsed on top of Quack and tried to catch her breath while Lima carefully withdrew his spent cock from her ass.
Quack stroked her hair. “Good?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
He laughed. “I hope we didn’t just break you.”
“No,” Lima said. It sounded like he was cleaning up. “We didn’t break her. We just got her broke in.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Stacia didn’t want to spend a lot of time at the apartment just in case Marco was still looking for her. The men helped her go shopping, including buying some things for her with their own money, and carrying the groceries upstairs for her.
She left her aunt another note.
Earning a little extra cash helping some friends with a project at their place. No worries, everything’s fine. Stopped by and saw Marvin, he said hi. Love you.
She felt a little bad about the fib, but better her aunt didn’t worry. It wasn’t the first time Stacia had earned extra money helping people do electrical or plumbing projects, or something else she had skills in.
At least it would explain the extra food, including a package of ground beef, which she’d left in the fridge instead of freezing it so her aunt could cook it when she got home.
Back at the safe house, Pandora and Clara invited her to go with them down to the food market they were using a couple of blocks away from the compound.
It looked like the men needed to have some sort of planning session, so Stacia took the women up on the offer. It would be good to spend some time with women without it being at work. She already felt welcomed to the group by them.
It was good to have casual friends.
Well, as casual of friends as they could be considering the circumstances.
On their way back from the market, Pandora stopped at a car lot on the other side of the road. “Oooh, look at that!”
“What?” Clara asked.
“The RV.” It had been marked down at least twice, judging from the numbers on the windshield. It wasn’t the newest or in the best condition, and looked like it might be a hybrid that ran on diesel with a solar backup.
“What are you thinking?” Stacia asked.
“Maybe we can get it even cheaper,” Pandora said. “They want to move it. It’s not like there’s going to be a lot of money floating around in a few months. An old RV won’t be salable.”
“Buy it?” Stacia asked.
“Yeah,” Pandora said. She leaned in close to Stacia. “Papa has expense accounts,” she said. “And believe me, after the trips I’ve taken with those monkeys so far, I would have killed to have had an RV for part of them.”
“But it’s a diesel hybrid,” Clara said. “The full solar models are better.”
“Diesel’s still available everywhere,” Pandora said. “It’ll have a longer range than straight solar. Lots of trucks still use it. And cheaper than gas.”
“Let’s check it out,” Stacia suggested.
“Really?” Pandora asked.
“Well, yeah. I’m not an expert, but I know enough. We might be able to get him down even more on the price.”
The other two women stared at each other before looking at Stacia with nearly identical grins. “Okay,” they said.
They found the lot’s owner, who definitely was eager to show them the RV. “It’s actually low mileage. Sat for a while. Tires are good, batteries are new. I need it out of here. I’m trying to move my inventory and get the hell out of the city.”
He unlocked the side door and let them go first. It was thirty-five feet long, and while it wouldn’t be comfortable for all of them for an extended amount of time, at least it had a bathroom with a shower, as well as a small kitchen.
Clara took the keys and the salesman showed her how to start it. It throbbed to life immediately, the engine sounding smooth.
“It’s a pusher,” he said. “Engine’s in the back.”
“Show me,” Stacia asked.
He frowned, but led her outside and to the engine hatch cover. Popping it open, the sound of the engine turned into a roar, but it appeared to be running well. She didn’t see any leaks, and the hoses looked new. The solar-powered backup engine sat off to the side of the compartment. She climbed the back ladder to examine the panels on the roof.
“Solar works,” he said. “I had it checked out before I got it. And it’ll run any diesel, including the bio-diesel mixes, or straight bio-diesel.”
“What’s the bottom line?” Stacia asked him.
“I have a great price on it now,” he said. “I’m going to be losing money as it is.”
She nodded and returned to the cabin, flashing the women an okay sign in front of her where the salesman couldn’t see it. “We need to go talk it over,” she told him. “How late are you open?”
“Five.”
“Okay, thank you for your time.”
Stacia herded the women out of the RV and off the lot. When she was sure they were far enough from the lot to talk without being observed, she stopped them. “Can you get cash from Papa?”
Pandora and Clara exchanged a glance. “Probably,” Pandora said. “But why cash?”
Stacia grinned. “He wants ten five for it. If we show up with nine grand, cash, I bet he’ll take it.”
Clara nodded. “Let’s go ask Papa.”
* * * *
Some of the men voiced their doubts with their expressions, but didn’t vocalize it while the women were explaining to Papa what they wanted to do and why.
When they finished, he nodded. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out an ATM card. “Here you go.” He handed it to Pandora.
She eyed it. “Um, seriously?”
“Yep. Code is 8219.”
“You did hear us say nine grand, right?” Stacia asked, still havi
ng trouble comprehending that, in their world, they might be nomads in a way, but they had far more financial stability than Stacia had ever had in her life.
“Yep. Trust me, it’ll give it to you.”
“I thought there were withdrawal limits.”
He smiled. “Maybe for most accounts.”
“Okay, but won’t that trigger alarms or something?”
“Nope. It belongs to a Mr. and Mrs. Albert Collins of Los Angeles. He’s a banker.”
“And he is…”
“Fake. Well, me. It’s just one of the personas we’re using for stuff like this. Once you guys finish, we’ll move the money and dump the account.”
“Okay.”
“You want us to go with them?” Lima asked.
“Nope. Might raise more suspicions. You’ll have to withdraw it in thousand-dollar increments,” Papa said. “If the machine doesn’t have that much in it, it’ll tell you how much it does have and let you get that. Just hit another ATM.”
The women left again. Sure enough, the first bank they hit, the ATM spit out the money.”
“Damn,” Stacia said, her eyes boggling. She’d never seen that much money at once.
Ever.
Pandora handed it to her. “You do the deal. You seem to have it under control.”
An hour later, they drove the RV off the lot, Clara behind the wheel since she’d driven larger trucks before. The dealer included the tags and registration without any complaint when he saw green. He hemmed and hawed at first about the price, but then Stacia had simply thanked him for his time, tucked the money into her pocket, and turned to leave.
He’d let her get to the door before stopping her and accepting her offer.
When they pulled up to the gate at the compound, Oscar let out a whistle as he opened the gate for them. “Holy cow, you did it.”
They drove it into the garage, the men closing the door behind them.
After climbing out of the RV to find the men gathering around, Pandora returned the ATM card to Papa. “Just like you said. Remind me not to doubt you again.”
“Plates?”
“Registered to Mr. and Mrs. Albert Collins.” She laughed. “Glad to see cash still talks.”
“Some things never change,” Papa agreed. He passed the card to Lima. “You’re up at bat. Turn and burn the account.”
“Roger.” He kissed Stacia before heading back upstairs.
They gave the men a tour of the RV. “How did it run?” Papa asked.
The other two women pointed at Stacia. “Ask her,” Pandora said. “She’s the mechanic.”
“It’s good. Not the best, but seems reliable enough.”
“We thought it’d be handy for whenever we have to get out of here,” Clara said. “Could be a portable lab, if nothing else.”
Papa nodded. “Excellent thinking. Hopefully we won’t have to leave here immediately, but that will make things easier when we do.”
“And no offense,” Pandora added, “but it’s logistically a little more difficult for us girls to drop trou on the side of the road to take a whiz.”
“Can’t argue with that logic.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
After work the men picked Stacia up. She thought maybe Marco had been scared off by the men, because she hadn’t seen any sign of him, or heard anyone mention seeing him hanging around the plant.
And to be honest, after two days of romping in bed with the men, she was exhausted and needed a full ration of sleep. Still, she wanted a little time with them.
She was tired, not stupid.
“Come upstairs with me for a quickie,” she said, smiling. “It’s not that I don’t want to go back to your place, but I am ready for my own bed for a few straight hours. I’m exhausted.”
“Honey,” Quack said, “if you need to sleep, it’s okay. We won’t die.”
She smiled. “I’m not that exhausted. I said a quickie.”
Fortunately, it didn’t take much to coax the men upstairs. Her bed was small for all three of them, but it wasn’t like they were going to be sleeping just yet.
As they stood there together, all three of them naked, she savored the feel of their warm flesh pressed against her.
Maybe what they had wasn’t forever, but she wasn’t going to worry about that now. She wiggled her hips against Quack, smiling when his cock hardened along the seam of her ass. “How about a nice spit-roast?” she said. “Everybody’s happy.”
Lima kissed her in reply, reaching down to tease her clit with his fingers. Which soon turned into him sliding two fingers into her wet pussy.
Quack reached around her and cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples. “Like this, baby?” he whispered in her ear.
“Uh-huh!”
Oooh, yeah, just like that.
The men made her stand there while they got her off not once, but twice. Only then were they content to let her crawl up onto the bed on all fours.
Lima sat at her head. “Look what I’ve got for you,” he teased.
She hesitated. “I know I’m not very experienced, but am I doing that right?”
The men froze. “Huh?” they said.
“Is there something I could be doing better?”
“Um,” Quack said, “you suck on it and we come. How can you make that better?”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “You know what I mean.”
“No,” Lima said, “he’s pretty much dead-on. You won’t hear any complaints from either of us. Just don’t bite it off.”
“Or use a monkey wrench on it,” Quack added. He patted her on the ass as he settled behind her, between her legs. “We’re not complicated guys.” He’d lined up the head of his cock with her pussy when he stopped. “Um, are we doing a good enough job for you? I mean, be honest if we aren’t.”
“Seriously? Those weren’t gas pains I was moaning over a minute ago,” she said.
They both chuckled. “Okay, then,” Lima said. “We’re good, you’re good, now let’s all get good.”
Quack slid his cock home. “Ohhh, yeah. That’s real good.”
As she licked and sucked on Lima’s cock, Quack apparently decided he wanted one more out of her. They liked feeling her coming when they had their cocks inside her, or when she had one of their cocks in her mouth.
Quack played with her clit and she let the pleasure take over. No thoughts other than enjoying this, them, this time with them.
With his cock deep inside her cunt it made it that much easier for her climb to start. Lima reached under her and found her nipples, gently tweaking them and adding an extra layer of delicious to everything going on.
When her orgasm started, both men groaned along with her as they felt it through their cocks, too.
“That’s it,” Lima grunted. “See? You’re doing a marvelous job.”
She reached up and palmed his sac, gently rolling it along her palm, and that apparently triggered him. His cock hardened, then started throbbing as he rewarded her with a mouthful of cum.
“Oooh, yeah,” he said. “Just…like…that.”
Quack sped up, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard and fast before her orgasm finished. “Give me just a…second.”
Her cunt was still spasming around his cock as he finished, adding his load to her pussy.
As best they could in the small bed, they curled up together. “I need to go try to see Marvin today,” she said, a yawn taking over as she did.
Lima tucked her hair behind her ears. “Sounds like you need to sleep.”
“But we don’t know what’s going on yet.”
Lima kissed her forehead. “Sleep first. We’ll come get you tonight.”
“No, it’s okay,” she said. “I’ll take an earlier bus. Wait, today’s Thursday. I have Saturday off this week. When I get home from work in the morning, I’ll go talk to Marvin again. And I need to do some chores around here so Aunt Darla doesn’t try to do them. You can pick me up tomorrow evening and take me to work, and
I’ll go back with you to your place Saturday morning after you pick me up from work. How does that sound?”
“How about we just drive you today,” Quack said.
“Look”—another yawn took her—“I don’t know how long I’ll sleep. I will take an earlier bus, I promise. But I really need to do this. Marco hasn’t come around again. You guys scared him off. If I see any sign of him hanging around when I come home I’ll stay on the bus to a different stop. I promise. You two have work to do, don’t you?”
She thought they were going to argue with her, or pull rank, or…something.
But she also needed some alone time to process the crazy whirlwind that was now her life.
She needed to see if she could stand to be alone after having been with the two men.
The last thing she wanted to do was trade any kind of a relationship for becoming some idiotic woman who couldn’t take care of herself anymore.
They didn’t look happy about it, but they finally agreed. “Okay,” Lima said, leaning in to kiss her.
Quack did the same.
After the men dressed, she walked them to the door. “So that’s the plan, right? You’ll pick me up here tomorrow evening, and hopefully I’ll have news for you about Marvin. Or, hopefully you’ll have news for me about what your intelligence guy says. Or both.” She yawned again. “Sorry.”
They leaned in and kissed her. “Get some sleep,” Quack said. “You’re exhausted.”
She closed the door and headed to the shower, then decided fuck it, she’d take one when she woke up.
At least she’d go to sleep smelling like her men.
* * * *
Quack and Lima waited until they heard her lock the deadbolt behind them before they headed down the hall toward the stairs.
Quack could barely contain his question until they were out of earshot. “We’re not seriously going to let her take the bus to work, are we?”
“Yep,” Lima said.
“Are you fucking out of your mind?”
He stopped and turned. “I didn’t say we weren’t going to be following the damn bus. Idiot. I think she needs some breathing room and didn’t want to say it.”
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