“Oh yesss,” she murmured. “So good.”
It took Stan and Goa a few strokes to get a rhythm going, but soon they were stroking together, Goa deep into her cunt, Stan up and down between her breasts. Stan’s natural movements were faster, but he slowed them a little, and Goa’s speed was normally more measured, but he relaxed his intensity a little, and the double friction this caused aroused Shiloah instantly. Cream was dripping from her pussy, and sweat forming where the men’s muscular thighs gripped her sides. As she had the previous night, she felt totally possessed, cherished, worshipped, adored.
With one hand, she clutched Stan’s head, and the other she laid over Goa’s hand on her hip. Her own hips rose and fell with the pace they set, cranking the sexual heat inside her up and up. She tried circling her own hips and was rewarded by Goa’s moan and the feeling of his cock dragging along her internal walls. She would have liked to do it again, but she wanted to attempt something that would please Stan next time. So she tugged his head closer to her face and pressed her lips to his forehead.
He, too, moaned, and lifted his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as he thrust his cock up and down between her breasts. His tongue dived into her mouth, mimicking what the two cocks were doing to her body. The extreme carnality of it all made her belly clench, and the orgasm rising inside her start to ripple along her internal muscles.
Desperately, she clenched her cunt muscles tight, gripping Goa’s cock as hard as she could, and sucked on Stan’s tongue as they kissed. The ripples inside her became waves that crashed over her, sending her spasming into an orgasm. Her head dropped back onto the bed as her body tensed in release.
Goa slammed into her deep and hard as his hot cum exploded inside her, the heat of his passion encouraging her orgasm to ripple once more. Then Stan came, his seed spilling onto her breasts, as he let them go so he could hold his cock as it spurted hot and hard onto her skin. Watching him come was so erotic. The long, white, ropey stream pulsing from him onto her body made her cunt clench yet again as her orgasm let forth a few more aftershocks of delight.
They collapsed into a tangled, sweaty, messy heap of arms and legs for a few minutes, all breathing heavily. Then Stan pulled her up saying, “Come on, we really need a shower now.”
The shower was rather crowded with all three of them in it together, but the men made sure the water sprayed Shiloah first, Goa washing her body, carefully cleansing every little crevice and indentation of her, while Stan shampooed her hair, then rinsed it thoroughly.
They climbed out, Goa wrapping a big fluffy towel around her while Stan encased her hair in another towel. “I wonder if there’s a tub at Ugyen’s house or if we could install one. A nice big tub that we could all sit in,” Stan said.
“Chevaunne told me about the huge, deep whirlpool tub in her house. I don’t think you could bring such a thing in these days without all the Green Ridge folk noticing,” said Shiloah.
“I don’t know. We could legitimately be bringing in all our furniture and some farm equipment from wherever we used to live. I wonder what furniture is in the house, what we can buy from him, and what we need to get ourselves,” said Goa.
“Mama and I have all the things we need for our rose business. Although, if we decide to grow roses on the new farm, likely we’ll have to buy some things…”
Stan patted her gently. “Wait and see. We need to see what’s already there, and what we have between us, before we decide what we need to buy. And how to get it there without upsetting the Green Ridge people.”
“Ha. I’ll have to make up a spreadsheet for that,” she joked.
* * * *
They were sitting in The Grandparents’ Garden, Ugyen making intelligent and pertinent remarks about the shrubs when he changed the topic abruptly. “I’m glad you’re moving onto my farm. I should have left it years ago, but something kept me there even though I couldn’t care for the land properly. Now I know I was waiting for you to arrive, Goa and Stan. I have no child, no grandchild, not even a nephew or niece. All I have is now yours. I ask only enough credits to stay here until I die.”
“No, Grandfather, that would not be honorable of us, to take without giving,” said Goa, surprise, joy, and worry racing across his features.
“You called me Grandfather. Such a beautiful word. I shall become your grandfather. Then all will be as tradition dictates, as the seniors help provide for the next generation.”
Goa bowed his head. “We’re honored to have you as our grandfather. Our parents are dead, and we long to have an elder in our family. It shall be as you say.”
“And you shall come and visit the farm when we have it flourishing again. You’ll see the land bloom once again as it did in the past,” promised Shiloah.
A lively conversation developed about various fields and what to plant in them. Shiloah sat back and watched their faces. Her men’s faces were alive and alight with excitement and joy as they planned their future. Grandfather Ugyen’s face was glowing with peaceful serenity as he offered advice to his new family.
* * * *
The next few weeks flew by as the men planned how to treat each field and discussed with Jim, Sam, Paul, and Grandfather Ugyen the most appropriate crops and planting times. Shiloah and Orna talked about the different varieties of roses—which ones were best for soaps, and which for fragrances, and which for ointments—and decided what they’d plant first. They also spent time with Chevaunne, planning the various rooms of the house and where would be the best place for the office.
Each of the above-ground homes was connected to the underground community by means of tunnels. The tunnel from Chevaunne’s house was in the barn. In Ugyen’s, it was from the mudroom, which would make shipping the parcels of rose products much easier as they wouldn’t need to be taken outside at all. No stranger would be aware of the business.
The people of New Thimphu were very aware of the need to hide from outsiders, not just their polyandrous marriage system, but also their comparative wealth. Each above-ground house was left looking very ordinary. With all the brothers sharing a wife, land was not divided, and no younger son was left without means of earning a living. Such stability led to prosperity and in the past people had become jealous of this way of life. That was why the original settlers had built New Thimphu and kept most of it hidden underground. The stories of more recent arrivals, such as what had happened to Orna’s husbands and even the coming of Goa and Songstan, encouraged them to intentionally and deliberately continue maintaining their privacy.
Goa and Stan, along with Jim, were once again visiting Grandfather Ugyen to discuss the farm. Shiloah left them sitting in the courtyard garden and wandered inside to see if Chevaunne, who worked as a nurse in the seniors’ facility, or Anh, whose great grandmother was a resident there, were free to come have a coffee with her.
Honored Grandmother was asleep in a comfy armchair in her room. Anh must have been visiting with her when she dozed off because Anh was standing just outside the doorway talking softly to Tim. Shiloah quietly stepped back out of view. For some time, she’d noticed the way Anh’s gaze and conversation turned to Tim, Barry, and Russell. Russell was a doctor in the hospital adjoined to the seniors’ facility, and he’d been instrumental in the establishment of The Grandparents’ Garden.
Tim, she didn’t really know much about, but the youngest brother, Barry, had a head of flaming red hair and was a teacher in the elementary school. There were few redheads in the community, so Barry stood out. But now, looking at Tim, Shiloah couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, and how his gaze was fixed on Anh, eating her up with an intense, passionate look. Hmm, I know she likes them all. I wonder if there’s an abduction and marriage coming up soon in her future. Wow! Three men to fuck. Two is plenty for me! Although Chevaunne is married to three men, of course.
Thinking of Chevaunne reminded her that she’d intended to visit with her, so Shiloah turned back the way she’d come and looked around for her friend.
All the residents’ rooms were on the inner side of the hallways with big windows out onto the central garden. The rooms on the windowless outer side were the administration and treatment rooms, including one with a concealed door that led into the hospital, which was the exit. It had a huge mirror on it so that dementia patients would be misled as to its purpose and not try to leave.
Throughout New Thimphu, all concealed exits were opened using a yellow trigger. At Chevaunne’s farm, the door into the tunnel was accessed by pulling on a yellow bucket in the barn. In the Grandparents’ Garden, there was a yellow lever, installed up high enough to be out of reach of small children. At Ugyen’s house it was a yellow-painted knob in the mudroom, presumably originally designed to hang hats and coats on to dry.
Shiloah glanced into all the treatment rooms as she passed but didn’t see Chevaunne. Oh well, both my friends are busy. I’ll go sit in the garden with the menfolk some more and think about the varieties of roses I plan to plant on the farm. So far, she and Orna had thought six rows of bushes, each row a different color, so the scents would blend as the plants grew, would be good.
“Hey, Shiloah!”
Shiloah turned with a smile. Kiri’s voice was unmistakable. She always seemed to be about to break into a giggle—assuming she wasn’t giggling already. Kiri was a tall, solid, physically strong woman, and definitely not the fluffy airhead casual observers assumed her to be due to the giggling. Kiri had been in love with George and Wang, who owned and operated the above-ground store in Green Ridge, and also acted as facilitators for the shipping of goods in and out of New Thimphu, for several years now. While George, the older brother, seemed to view her with appreciation, Wang was reserved and kept his distance. Both Shiloah and Chevaunne had wondered if it was because he’d never gotten close enough to her to understand the sharp and astute mind hidden behind the giggles. All the brothers had to agree on a bride before Father Yeshe would sanction an abduction and wedding, so a happy ending to her love seemed to be out of reach for Kiri.
“Hey, girlfriend. What’re you doing here down today?”
“Grandfather Lim’s new false teeth were ready so I thought I’d drop them in for him. Poor old man has been reduced to eating mashed food for a week since he broke his old set. I thought he’d like to have them in time for lunch so he could have a decent meal again.”
“That’s so like you, Kiri. You go out of your way to help people.”
Kiri blushed and giggled. “It’s no problem since I’ve got an electric cart. It makes running errands ten times faster than walking everywhere.”
“Maybe. I need to walk though, or my butt would be even bigger than it is now,” replied Shiloah. “Have you got time for a coffee? The men are busy talking crops again.”
“I’d love to.”
As they walked off toward the nearest café, Shiloah wondered if she and her friends could show Wang how intelligent and sweet Kiri was without actually interfering in his and George’s lives. Hmm, that’s tricky.
* * * *
Stan was excited about planting crops and watching them grow from bare brown soil, through tiny green shoots to sturdy plants and finally, waving fields of grain ready to harvest. But he was even more excited by being in a house with Shiloah where they could make her scream in ecstasy without the neighbors hearing. Where they could fuck her against a wall, pounding into her until the wall shook, without scaring everyone in the apartment block. Where they could take her on a table, or a sofa, or the floor. And Gods, he wanted a tub like the one Jim, Sam, and Paul had. What he could do with her in one of those. He got hard just picturing her there, her creamy body flushed pink from the heat and steam, her long hair trailing on the water as he fucked her leaning against the side of the tub or sitting on his lap with the water caressing her magnificent breasts, or—Gods! He’d come in his pants like a teenager if he didn’t stop thinking about it. But they needed to order a huge hot tub. It was definitely a top priority!
George and Wang, along with a couple of muscular young men, had helped them move the things they’d decided to take with them from their apartment into a large truck. The same young men had moved Shiloah and Orna’s things. Having lived in the community for so many years, they’d accumulated a lot more possessions than Stan and Goa. When Shiloah had suggested sorting through her things and giving some away, Stan and Goa had both been adamant she keep as much as she wanted.
“We’re moving into a large house. There’ll be plenty of room. If you want to give some things away later, that’s good, but there’s no need to downsize when we’re upsizing,” Goa had explained somewhat muddily.
Stan thought Orna had been relieved when they’d spoken. He suspected she’d kept mementoes of her late husbands, and he certainly didn’t want her to think such things would not be welcomed in her new home.
Goa had driven the big truck with their furniture, Shiloah sitting beside him. This truck would be returned to New Thimphu after it was unpacked. Stan had followed them, driving a runabout farm truck that they’d be keeping to use on the farm and around Green Ridge, and with him was one of the young men who’d drive the big van away after helping them unload.
The hot tub and some farming equipment they’d ordered would be arriving in a few weeks, but they had all they needed for now.
They stopped first at Chevaunne’s farm, and the family ran out to greet them, hugging Shiloah, and shaking hands with the men before taking them all inside. It was the first time any of them had ever been to their house from the outside road. Always before, they’d come from the community, underground, via the tunnels.
“It’s really interesting to see how the land above connects with the city below. Rather like putting together all the pieces of a three-dimensional jigsaw,” Stan said.
“That’s a really good image,” said Chevaunne. “I learned it all simultaneously because I was kidnapped to this house. But I see what you mean. It’s exactly like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. Which tunnel leads to whose house.”
“Do you feel safe here? Really safe?” Orna asked Chevaunne.
“Yes, I do. These people are not like the horrible people where you used to live. They’re kind and polite. Helpful. They understand we ‘keep to ourselves,’ as they call it, and they respect that. No one has ever been rude to me, and they know I live here with all three men, although they also believe I’m married to only Jim. It’s really good that you and Shiloah are here. We’ll be able to do some girl stuff together. George and Wang’s store is an awesome place to visit. And there’s a lovely little café on the main street of Green Ridge. They do a truly delicious stuffed baked potato. Whenever one of my friends visits, we always have lunch there.”
Jim and Paul rode with them to their house—which Stan still thought of as Ugyen’s house—and helped them unload the big van and the truck. For a few hours, Stan’s mind was fully occupied with lifting, loading, and shifting box after box, tables, chairs, bookshelves, and more boxes. Finally, they were done, and they all sat out on the stoop drinking coffee and eating the sandwiches Shiloah and Orna had made them.
Then the helpers climbed into the empty big truck so the driver could drop Paul and Jim back home before returning the truck to the community. Stan, Goa, and the women waved them good-bye as they pulled out onto the long driveway to return to the road. Then Stan turned and rested his gaze on Shiloah. She was so lovely standing there in jeans and a tee, a dirty mark across one cheekbone, her hair bundled into a messy ponytail. Her chocolate eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lush body made him yearn for bedtime. But first he needed to help Orna unpack some of her things so she felt more at home. This was her
home, too, now. She was a valued member of their family.
* * * *
The men were always so loving and giving in bed, ensuring she came and came with wondrous orgasms. But this night, the first in their house, Shiloah wanted to be the one who did the giving. She knew they were tired from stress, worry, and the hard physical labor of moving. She was stunned by the amount they’d achieved. She’d expected to be picking her way through boxes, looking for missing items for weeks, but the vast bulk of the boxes were already unpacked, her books sitting neatly on her bookshelves, clothing folded in drawers or hanging in closets, all the food stuffs tidily arranged in the pantry.
And while she and her mama had worked hard on the fine details, Orna in the pantry and herself with the books and office gear, Shiloah was well aware that the heavy work had predominantly been done by all the men, and Goa and Stan had spent more hours packing and unpacking than anyone else.
Her aim tonight was to pleasure them with the hardest orgasms she could deliver. Although she knew she ought to lose a little weight, especially from her thighs and hips, for some strange reason the men loved to see her naked, so she began by walking from the adjoining bathroom into their bedroom nude.
She stood at the foot of the bed, placed her hands on her hips, thrust her breasts forward, then, keeping her gaze on their faces, turned her body toward the side wall and put her foot flat on the bed, keeping her legs apart so they had a clear view of her pussy and the dampness on her dark curls.
Goa’s jaw dropped, and she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. Stan hissed out a breath and whispered, “Gods!”
“You like that?” she teased. “How about this?” She put her foot down on the floor and turned her back to them, wiggled her ass, then bent right forward so her pussy was lifted to them.
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