Frederick shifted between their legs and lay himself across her back. Her breath came fast and she rocked up and down, her body tight, as if of its own mind.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Frederick said against her ear.
Bradford caressed her arms. “We’ll do this slowly. There will be no pain.”
“The pain is from the slowly,” she said, nearly sobbing the words. Her excitement caused silver spots to float across her vision.
“It will be all the better for it,” Frederick promised. He eased back, kissing a path down her back. She shifted her hips, feeling Bradford’s cock pressed against her mons. The next instant Frederick’s hand was down there, guiding Bradford to readiness. His engorged head touched her and pushed in a gentle request for entry. Frederick pulled her outer lips wide with his fingers, allowing Bradford unhindered passage.
She closed her eyes and moaned. A curtain of exquisite agony draped over her as he sank deep.
“Don’t move.” The command came from Frederick.
But I want to, she thought. So badly.
And yet she understood. Her growing need was driving her wild, and she yearned for more. She was soon to get more, possibly even too much. The idea thrilled her.
I can do this, and I can do it well.
Frederick leaned over to grab the little glass bottle of oil from the bedside table, just as she’d seen Bradford do, and her heart leapt with excitement. The sudden press of warm, oily fingers jolted her deliciously. His fingers touched and tickled, sliding over her sphincter in a barely there caress. She went blind from the pleasure and fell into a kiss with Bradford.
Frederick had skilled, clever fingers and touched her in a way that made her insane with want. He widely circled her tight hole with a finger, each circumference growing smaller and smaller, closer to her dark entrance, warning her of what was to come. Circling, circling, tighter and tighter, until the tip of his finger pressed against the puckered flesh. She loved him for his gentle warning. He pushed inside and she sighed into Bradford’s mouth.
The touch felt hot and her body wanted to resist, but there was no pain. She arched her back and pushed, trying to relax the tight band. Bradford groaned at what the movement did to his cock.
“How does it feel?” Frederick asked her.
“Strange.” She swallowed, concentrating all thoughts on that one spot. “Nice.”
“It’s a most tender spot,” he told her. “While I don’t know how it compares to your pussy, I know from experience it is the most sensitive place on my whole body.”
“It is much more so,” she said breathlessly, “than my pussy.” The forbidden talk excited her more. When Bradford groaned again she realized she was squeezing at his cock with her muscles.
Frederick’s finger withdrew, immediately replaced by two. She gasped.
“Are you all right?”
“Frederick, I’m ready for you.”
“Sweet Ilsa.” His fingers disappeared. “Bradford, you should leave her body. It will be easier for her to accept me if she’s empty of you.”
“No please,” she said quickly. “I prefer it this way. Frederick, don’t be afraid.”
“Do as she says, Frederick, it’s her choice,” Bradford told him. “Besides, I’ll die if I leave her.”
“I’ll do whatever you ask.” Frederick had a smile in his voice.
He shifted up behind her. He took himself in hand and slid his long cock lengthwise through her oily crease, alternating with smearing the oil on his shaft with his fist. Once coated, he angled it to rub her with the blooming cap, once again giving her long moments to accept him.
“The tip will be the hardest to accept,” he whispered. “As it is the widest part of me. Once through, it will get easier.”
“Please don’t be afraid,” she said again.
He breached her. For a split second she feared her flesh would tear. Everything in her vision went white. Once his swollen head passed through the tight ring of her sphincter, the flare of pain ebbed, just as he promised it would. Thickness filled her to capacity and spread her body wider than she thought possible.
“Ohhhh,” she breathed out. “Oh yes.”
“Shall I stop?”
“Heavens no.”
“Good lord,” Bradford breathed out. “I can feel him inside you.”
Frederick continued his slow, but steady penetration. For a moment panic hovered. Every inch deeper felt like more than she could bear.
And then stars filled her eyes as she bore them both completely. Frederick covered her back with his warm body and the pressure halted. “You have us,” he whispered.
Her arms and legs trembled, and each panted breath was just short of a scream. Her excitement calmed in slow degrees, and finally she found herself magnificently pressed between their two strong bodies. It was pure magic.
“You’re amazing.” Bradford held her cheeks in his palms and kissed her sweetly. “Is it too much, love?”
“No, it’s perfect. Utterly, perfectly perfect.” Tears stung her eyes and her flesh was warm with sweat. Her entire lower body was captivated by them and every slight movement teetered on the edge of too much sensation.
She closed her eyes. “Move in me.”
“Only when you move upon us,” Bradford said. “You must control it, Ilsa. Otherwise we might hurt you.”
“You won’t, I know it. Please, I need you to.”
His hands slid down her body until he cupped the globes of her ass. Frederick moved his up and cupped her breasts. He was the first to begin nudging on her.
She turned her head and arched her back. “Oh yes.” Using her arms to propel her body, she pushed back to meet his. With Frederick’s help by pressing on her rather than moving in and out of her, she rode up and down Bradford’s cock.
“God. I won’t last long like this,” Bradford warned them through clenched teeth.
Ilsa put her hips into the motion. Frederick’s thigh muscles tightened and flexed against hers as he increased his motion as well. The rocking made her lower body grow warm and her moans increase in volume.
All-encompassing ecstasy rocked her senses. She screamed as the waves hit more intensely than anything she’d ever experienced. Bradford squeezed his eyes shut, utter rapture on his face, and her pussy grew slick with his seed. Frederick rose from her back and his hands went to her hips, where he gripped tightly. Hot pressure shot deep into her bowels. Her climax hit like rolling thunder, drowning out all other sensations but the two cocks deep inside her. The aftermath felt like cooling rain after the crack of lighting. Both men went still, letting her body flutter back down to earth like a petal on the wind.
Frederick slid out of her body, pushed free by her muscles’ natural response. She collapsed on Bradford, boneless, blind and mute. With Frederick’s help, he eased her onto her side and gently pulled out of her.
“Ilsa, love? Are you all right?”
“I am better than all right.” She smiled, though she didn’t have the energy to open her eyes. “We must do that again, very soon.”
Bradford chuckled. “All you need do is ask.”
Dimly she felt Frederick leave the bed, and Bradford whisper for him to bring a wet towel.
“Did you like it?” She opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her with absolute adoration. He traced her cheek with a fingertip.
“I loved it. I love you.” He kissed her.
“I love you, Bradford.”
The bed dipped under Frederick’s weight.
“Frederick?”
“Yes, love?” He kissed her cheek.
“I love you too.”
“Then we are all in agreement.”
She didn’t try to move as they eased her onto her back and Bradford used the warm, wet towel to gently clean her.
“This is your bed now,” Bradford said. He lay down beside her. “From now on you’ll spend your nights here, with us.”
“We’re three now.” Frederick settled in on the other s
ide and tossed the sheet over them.
“We’re one now,” Bradford said. His voice seemed to drift on a cloud as sleep tugged at her.
Ilsa snuggled closer. “I’m so happy. I hope I always make you both happy, too.” She yawned, exhausted, but then suddenly came wide awake. “Oh, I almost forgot. I think I’m pregnant.”
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