As soon as Hunter’s thumb circled her clit and rubbed across it, Stella screamed. Waves crashed through her and she arched her back, lost to all but the pleasure surging through her body. She knew she was putty in their hands. They touched her and she came. Never before had it been this amazing.
Both men soothed her and continued to touch and stroke her as her breathing returned to normal and her heart slowed a little. “Ben, feel this.” Ben slipped his hands between her legs and then raised them for her to see. They glistened with moisture.
“We won’t need lube, look what we made you do.” He laughed and winked as he brought the fingers to his mouth and tasted her. “Sweet.”
Hunter raised his own fingers to his mouth and nodded at Ben. “Nice.”
Stella lost herself in sensations as both men pressed against her and continued to caress her. Rigid, hard rods stroked up and down her arse cheeks and slit, spreading her juices. Fingers spread her lips and invaded her pussy, thrusting and turning. Stella moved against her men, hoping for friction against her throbbing little bud.
Probing fingers spread her juices around to her virgin arse hole and pressed against it. Unable to help herself, she pushed back against the fingers and one slipped inside her tight ring. The unusual feeling made her gasp and Ben said hoarsely, “Good girl, relax and push back.”
Clenching around the finger in her butt, Stella tried to relax, and when Hunter took her mouth and pinched her nipple, all coherent thought slipped away. Sparks jumped from her nipples to her clit and ignited everything in between. Ben turned and twisted his finger inside her and when she relaxed and pushed back against him, he added another, and then another.
Stella gasped and panted at the unexpected combination of pleasure and pain that had her on the verge of another orgasm. The fingers worked in and out of her and she moaned, yearning for more. Hunter’s hand slid down and slowly, gently, using the pads of his fingers, started to press and massage her aching, needy clit.
Whimpering and mewling, Stella pushed back against the fingers working her arse and at the same time tried to put more pressure onto the fingers stroking her clit. Ben withdrew his fingers and she could feel the head of his cock pushing forward as Hunter lifted her leg at the knee and pulled it up, opening her wide.
As Ben breached her tight back passage, Hunter doubled his attentions to her clit and she cried out in a combination of unfamiliar erotic pain and ecstasy. Her body vibrated with need and she moved on Ben’s cock as he fully seated himself inside her. Adjusting, she clenched and held him, enjoying the sharp but receding pain, giving an edge to her pleasure. Hunter lined his shaft up with her entrance and pushed home while Ben held her in place with firm hands on her hips.
Stella concentrated on the indefinably blissful fullness that stretched her until she couldn’t bear the clenching pulses of desire winding her higher any longer. Both men sensed her readiness and as she rocked they moved in and out of her with alternate strokes, moaning and kissing her shoulders as they held her firmly between them. Stella thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The indescribable pleasure had her on the edge again and when they accelerated, alternately pounding into her, Stella tumbled over the edge.
Lightning flashed to all her extremities, making them tingle. Crying out, she clenched and clamped down on both thrusting cocks that were on overdrive, pushing faster, higher and harder. As waves crashed through her, Stella writhed in orgasmic passion between them. They stiffened and groaned as they seated themselves fully inside her, shooting their loads. They held her tightly as her pussy and arse spasmed around them, drawing out every drop of hot seed from their cocks.
She never wanted to move again, which was lucky because she probably couldn’t right now. Sated exhaustion set in as both men held her and also seemed reluctant to move. She could feel their dicks softening inside her and another aftershock tremor ran through her. Stella closed her eyes and smiled. As she drifted off to sleep, Ben kissed her shoulder and Hunter kissed her forehead.
They slept late and snuggled together all morning. Around ten, Stella became fully aware of hot, hard cocks pressing into her belly and butt. Her men’s shafts were awake and ready. Slipping her hands down, she slowly slid her fingers around each pulsing member and gave a gentle squeeze. Sleepy groans rewarded her efforts and she stroked each one more firmly.
Inquisitive hands started to stroke and caress her body as Ben and Hunter woke fully and moved against her. Hunter kissed her collarbone. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Ben sighed as his hand slipped between her thighs. Mumbling, he whispered, “Wet already, good girl.”
Stella could feel her blush warm her cheeks. Ben leaned over her and as she watched, Hunter rose up and they kissed. “Morning,” Hunter rumbled as they parted. Stella smiled to herself, how lucky was she?
Ben’s fingers were dancing around her clit, parting her folds and entering her eagerly. Stella moved against his hand and he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs wide so he could kneel and look down on her.
Fisting his dick, he smiled at Hunter and gave him a wink. Looking back at Stella, he said, “Babe, I’m going to take you while Hunter takes me.”
Stella shuddered involuntarily as tingling, excited sparks rushed through her at the idea of them both together with her. Nodding eagerly, she giggled nervously as Ben lined himself up and slid home. Grabbing her hips he did several hard thrusts that had Stella throwing her head back as she cried out.
Ben lowered himself down and held position, seated deep inside her as he claimed her lips. Hunter moved from beside her and she could see him over Ben’s shoulder. Stella held herself still with all her willpower. She wanted to raise her hips against him and hit her throbbing nub. Her curiosity as to how this would work helped her stay still. When Ben groaned into her mouth, she assumed Hunter was playing with his balls and lubricating his hole.
Ben wriggled inside her and growled out a cry as he was pushed forward, plunging even more deeply inside her. Hunter had entered the game and with every pounding thrust he wound them both higher and higher. Ben panted and groaned as they found a rhythm and Stella raised her hips, taking as much of him as possible.
Her pussy contracted and a tightness built around her walls, making her channel more sensitive. She wriggled and moved as much as she could, pinned under the men. Both wore blissful expressions of ecstasy, their eyes half lidded and their lips parted.
Hunter pounded faster, and in response, Ben moved faster and Stella exploded for the first time without clit contact. She let out a harsh cry as she grabbed Ben’s hips and lifted her legs, trying to take him harder and deeper as she jerked and stiffened under him.
As the intense new orgasm ebbed away, Stella felt both men stiffen. Suddenly they both cried out and Ben crushed her into a tight bear hug as he held position and Hunter wrapped his arms around them both. Each man panted and shuddered as their own orgasms passed, and they slowly released their grips and collapsed side by side on the bed next to her.
Chapter Nine
They climbed out of bed early in the afternoon and decided to hit the park. Ben watched Stella’s butt on the bike seat. Every now and then she’d rise up to pedal faster and her soft, round arse begged to be squeezed or spanked. Either would be fine with him. After a late breakfast, or early lunch, they’d decided to go bike riding in Centennial Park and managed to find themselves on a quiet side road sheltered by trees. The trees parted on the left side of the road and a lawn sloped down to the lake. Ducks leapt off the edges to the safety of the water as they slowed.
“Wanna take a break?” Hunter had already climbed off his bike. He shouldered off his backpack and pulled out the rug. Spreading it out at the edge of the clearing under the shade of a tree, he collapsed on one corner. Ben sat down and watched Stella do the same as he opened his backpack and pulled out his water.
“It’s so peaceful here,” Stella said quietly as she watched the ducks tentatively climb out of the water again. “It’s strang
e that we’re in the middle of the city and yet it seems so far away.”
Hunter lay down and propped himself up on his elbows. “I know. We’ve been coming here for years. Do you horse ride? They have stables here. Bikes aren’t the only thing you can hire by the hour.”
“Oh, yes, I ride.” Stella said.
Ben noticed a shadow pass over her face. Apparently Hunter did, too, because he asked the question Ben was about to. “What’s that look for? Did you fall off?”
“No, it’s nothing, I just thought of the last time I rode and it wasn’t very nice.” She brightened and smiled. “But I’d love to ride with you guys. You ride?”
Ben nodded. “Yes we do, but I’m intrigued. Tell us about your last ride.”
He watched her drop her head and she sighed. His heart beat with concern and he reached out, his stomach churning, instantly alert to something very wrong. Stella shuddered with a sob and both he and Hunter moved together to her sides, embracing her as she continued to cry.
Hunter murmured, “What is it, baby?”
Ben tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted so they could see her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a downer. Every time, you guys are so nice to me, and I cry. I’m just not used to it and, and…”
“Tell us what happened.” Hunter leaned in and kissed a tear from her cheek and Ben watched her face crumple with a new wave of sobs.
Visibly shaking herself, Stella sat up straighter and fished through her bag. Coming out with a tissue, she wiped her face and scooted back a bit from their embrace, distancing herself. She looked like she needed a bit of space to tell her story and Ben was pleased that Hunter saw this too and released her. They all sat back and faced each other as Stella started her story.
Ben held his breath as she recounted her declining relationship with her ex-husband. In Ben’s opinion, it didn’t sound much fun to begin with, let alone how towards the end he sounded completely psycho. Hunter’s face darkened and his fists clenched as he listened to her describe the hardships of living in a small country town ruled by abusive, overbearing men.
Ben couldn’t suppress a groan as his chest tightened at the indignities and harsh treatment Stella had received at the hands of Kevin. Finally, neither man could keep his distance, and as Stella described her last evening in the town and her final ride to freedom, they both encircled her with their arms and rocked her gently.
After a moment, Hunter sat back. “Fuck, Stell. You’re our brave princess. Where is that dipshit now?”
“Truly amazing,” Ben added, pride for his woman evident in his tone.
Stella tentatively smiled at them. “It’s all right then? You don’t think I have baggage or I’m damaged or something?”
Ben saw shock register across Hunter’s face. His mouth hung open like his own. They were both struck dumb for a moment. “What the…are you talking about?” Ben asked with a laugh when he finally found his voice. “We all have baggage, babe, don’t you worry about that. But damaged? No. None of that was your fault and, if anything, it’s made you stronger.”
Stella smiled as warmth spread through her chest. She’d told her story and they still liked her. They hadn’t scorned her or looked at her with disgust. Relief flowed through her system as she realised that they were both smiling at her, and nothing had changed. Well, maybe, she thought, she might be falling in love.
They lay in the dappled sunlight and talked the afternoon away. Stella couldn’t remember having such a glorious, funny, peaceful afternoon since she’d become an adult. These sorts of carefree summer afternoons were for childhood. She couldn’t believe how relaxed she felt around these two sensitive, caring men.
Testing her internal senses, she couldn’t find a single feeling of distrust. It’d taken a lot of nerve to tell her story and express her opinions throughout the afternoon, but she knew it was important to be honest and not curtail her opinions to always agree with them. She needed to be her own person, and now that she’d left Kevin, she was determined to be true to herself.
There were no gut-twisting, agonising feelings of desperation to escape. Self-preservation had always been her number one goal and she’d always guarded everything she’d said with Kevin. Just in case something enraged him, she kept everything very upbeat and positive, never letting him know how she truly felt about anything. If possible, she’d always wait and see what he thought before she commented so that she could agree and support him. It wasn’t ideal, but it became one of her survival techniques.
Later in the afternoon, a new wave of euphoric feelings surged through her body as she again realised she had nothing to worry about. There would be no repercussions later for speaking her mind, and she loved the secure, confident sensations soaring through her.
She found that they fully supported her choice to follow the Tigers football club, while they preferred another team. They’d even gone so far as to say that it would make game day more fun when she watched it with them.
Apparently, at their house, the winners always made the losers feel better. By the way they’d laughed, Stella knew exactly how the loser would be made to feel better. She’d gamely asked them to elaborate and they’d both leaned in and kissed her, their hands roaming over her body. She’d have never dared to tell Kevin which team she really supported. She supported his team without a doubt.
Lying back and looking at the clouds, Stella wondered where this would lead. Would these two amazing men want to keep seeing her? Her self-doubt troubled her periodically throughout the afternoon, but she pushed it away and focused on enjoying the moment.
Chapter Ten
It’d been a busy, tiring week at work and the last thing Trina felt like doing was housework on the weekend. She did find cleaning therapeutic, methodically working her way through the house and loving the results of her work. Now, with Stella’s help, she could do all those jobs that she’d been putting off, like wiping out the kitchen cupboards. They weren’t too bad, but a few crumbs had found their way into the cutlery drawer, sitting under the teaspoons, and the pots and pans cupboard needed some organising so that the door closed properly.
“This is so strange. I’m not used to it,” Stella mused out loud.
Trina raised her eyebrows at Stella. The music pumped through the lounge as they wiped, cleaned, and vacuumed. It’d become a weekly routine that they flew through quickly. With two of them working, the housework seemed more fun. Trina finally asked, “Random thought? What?”
“Ben and Hunter.” Stella looked at her like it should have been obvious and Trina smiled, of course.
“What’s strange?”
“Everything. I’ve never been myself before,” Stella said as she stopped cleaning and looked at Trina.
“You were yourself with me. But I guess twenty-four seven you had to accommodate fuck knuckle. Know you can be yourself around everyone. You don’t need to hide her anymore.”
“Yeah. Right! I’ve spent years being Kevin, liking what he likes, eating what he eats. It’s just a strange feeling to have autonomy, I guess. Like last weekend when they asked what footy team I supported… I panicked for a sec because I didn’t know who they supported. I had to remind myself that it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t influence my answer. I could choose my own team. D’you know what I mean?”
“Absolutely, babe. It must be very liberating. Did you have a good night, too?”
Trina watched a goofy smile appear on her friend’s face and laughed out loud. “That good, was it?”
“You know what? Yes it was… the sex was amazing. But even more amazing to me is how nice they are. I’m blown away. Even at his best, Kevin was never that thoughtful or kind.” Her face suddenly dropped. “Do you think it’s all an act?”
Trina walked the short distance between them and gave Stella a hug. She held back tears. She didn’t want to cry. The fact that Stella could be amazed at kindness said a lot about her previous life and her chest tightened into an aching ball for her friend. Trina knew s
ome men were pigs and that everyone had their fair share of bad boyfriends, but Stella was like an untrusting puppy who’d been kicked too many times. She was on the verge of not accepting kindness at all, expecting it to turn sour. “I am so sorry that you think a guy being nice to you is amazing. Kevin is a fuckhead. Most guys are pretty decent. They probably won’t be perfect, but most people are normal. Kevin is an extreme case of dipshit.”
“I know.” Stella mumbled against her shoulder, “I know for sure and that’s why I’m forcing myself not to be cynical or sceptical. I’m trying not to look for underlying reasons and ulterior motives behind every nice gesture.”
“Good girl, you keep your chin up and remember, you deserve the best and don’t settle for less.”
“Thanks, Trina. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“You’re fine, babe. Now, when are you seeing them again?”
“Tonight, they’re picking me up about five. What are you up to?”
“I’m going to Rob’s. He wants to try cooking some new Thai dish that he saw on that cooking show on Monday nights. He’s googled the recipe and reckons we can make it. It sounds really nice, so I’ll whip up a Pavlova while he does that and then we can gorge in front of a movie.”
Stella stood on the edge of the road. The guys were picking her up any second now. She should have asked what car they’d be in so that she could look out for them. She’d borrowed one of Trina’s nicest tops. She loved the bright summer pinks and oranges in it, and she’d teamed it with white shorts and strappy little sandals.
Excitement bubbled through her as she looked up the street. She didn’t notice the dusty, dual-cab ute with tinted windows pull up next to her until the back door opened. Briefly thinking this must be the boys’ work vehicle for building sights, she bent down and smiled.
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