Viva Los Regalos: Double Down

by Renee George

  More confident, she looked at Pacer. “I want to watch you suck Nigel’s cock. To take his length into your mouth.”

  Barely waiting for her to finish the sentence, Pacer dropped to his knees onto the tiled floor and took the long shaft into his mouth. No hesitation as he swallowed the cock past his lips. Nigel’s left hand went to Pacer’s dark hair, grabbing a handful as the other man took him deep. His right hand urged Maxine to her knees, giving her a bird’s-eye view. “Yes,” his throaty whisper came. “It feels as good as it looks.”

  “I bet.” She couldn’t keep the awe out of her voice. Pacer’s gaze shifted to her face. She could see the smile in his eyes as his lips busied themselves over Nigel’s cock. He reached his hand between her thighs, dipping into the heat of her wet pussy. Rocking her hips forward, she met his hand as he fingered her clit in time with his licking and sucking.

  Maxine took Pacer’s cock in her hands, slipping her fingers and palms along the silky skin. She wanted so badly to impale herself on him, to fuck him as Nigel fucked his mouth. On impulse, she moved beneath them, hunching her back in a slump, her head leaning against Nigel’s thigh as Pacer sat on his heels to make room for her. She slid her pussy over his cock, not much room to move, but having him inside her felt so good. The long humming sound coming from his throat told her it was good for him as well.

  Tilting her face back and to the side, she captured one of Nigel’s balls in her mouth, sucking and tugging as her hips jerked forward over Pacer’s cock. Nigel growled, spreading his legs to give Maxine more room. “By the land, you both feel so fucking great. Damn, oh damn. I’m going to come so hard.” He began to thrust in earnest, sliding his cock harder and faster into Pacer’s mouth.

  Maxine could feel Pacer’s cock lengthening and shortening inside her, stroking the inside of her pussy without the assistance of his hips. Nigel’s testicle pulled tightly in her mouth, tugging upward, and she sucked harder, twirling the loose skin of his sac with her tongue. Fire poured through her lower abdomen as the pressure of orgasm flooded her channel. Without thought, she opened her mouth, sliding her head back even farther between Nigel’s thighs, and bit into the firmly muscled flesh.

  Nigel cried out as his hips jerked forward causing the skin to tear beneath her teeth. Sweet like a fruity syrup, nothing human about it, his blood slid over her tongue. At the moment of ingestion, she could see and hear his thoughts. And Pacer’s! Both humes were completely consumed with thoughts of pleasing her, pleasing each other. The jolt of their strong emotions ripped through her body and her cries joined Nigel’s as they both came in a chorus of ecstasy.

  Pacer continued moving his cock up and down the length of her canal as he swallowed Nigel’s come, milking the cock for every drop. His triumph at making both his lovers come at once raced through his mind. Nigel withdrew from Pacer’s lips and laid Maxine down gently on the hard floor.

  Using his hips now, Pacer thrust inside Maxine. He held her hips up with one arm beneath her back, leaning forward in his taking of her. Her eyelids fluttered as his mind repeated her name over and over possessively. “Oh, God. Yes,” she whispered, the pressure building again.

  The men were not done with her, not by a long shot. That was the last thought she heard from them. The moment of knowing what they were thinking and feeling passed. Just a temporary glimpse into what it was like to be hume. If Pacer hadn’t felt so goddamn good, she might have even been sad at the loss.

  His cock swelled inside her nearly to the point of pain as his strokes slowed again. Unhurried and easy, he slid in and out of her. Nigel stood behind Pacer, looking down at them, a pleased smile on his lips. His shaft once again erect, his hands slipped up and down the length as he masturbated over them. She grabbed the back of Pacer’s head and pulled him down into a kiss, passion arching her entire body as her eyes focused on Nigel’s. Join us, she willed him. She wanted Nigel to fuck Pacer so bad, to fuck them both at the same time.

  As the thought entered her head, Nigel’s shaft began to shift, to divide before her eyes into two perfectly formed cocks, the lower several inches longer than the top one, but both erect. She broke from the kiss. “Holy smokes.”

  Pacer didn’t bother to look. Instead, he grinned. “Being a hume has its advantages.”

  Maxine blinked. “You’re telling me.” Her throat felt tight, thick. “I want to watch Nigel enter you.”

  Nodding, Pacer lifted her from the bathroom floor. “Let’s take this to a larger area.”

  He carried Maxine, following Nigel from the small room into the main suite. Placing her on the bed, he withdrew from her and climbed over the top so his cock, glistening with her own cream, dangled at her throat and she could see his perfect pale anus. His head dipped down between her legs, his tongue swiping the lips of her sex. “Are you ready, Maxi-moon?”

  She let out a shuddering breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I’m ready.” She’d been born ready. Maxine had fantasized about this moment for years, and in seconds, she’d find out if it was worth the wait.

  Nigel came around the back side of the bed behind Pacer. His second cock dangling on her forehead as he produced lubricant in his hand. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingertips, gently applying the slick substance to Pacer’s ass. His fingers smoothed the tight muscle, working it, loosening it in preparation.

  Pacer’s upper body closed the space between them. He looped his arms around her thighs, sucking her clit into his mouth. Vibrations of pleasure erupted in Maxine. Boldly, she came up on her elbows, stretching her tongue to meet Nigel’s fingers on the puckered anus. She licked the skin, surprised and pleased the lubricant Nigel used tasted like cinnamon.

  “By all, Maxine. You’re going to make me come.” Pacer moaned as her tongue tweaked and twirled the circular muscle -- Nigel’s fingers moving away so she could have more room. Pacer lowered himself to make the access easier as Nigel splayed his hands across the ass cheeks, spreading them wider apart.

  Maxine had never had anal sex herself. She’d thought about what it would be like to invade a man, to fuck him, but she’d never thought about using her tongue to do it. Until now.

  She pushed past the first ring of Pacer’s ass and she felt the muscle constrict in a spasm. Pacer’s tongue invaded her pussy, swelling, lengthening to the size of a large cock. She swirled around his stricture, her saliva mixing thickly with the lubricant as he rocked his hips to meet her mouth. He did something with his teeth over her clit, his mouth-fucking of her pussy growing more determined with each stroke.

  “Ah!” she cried out, her tongue slipping out of him. “Now, now.”

  Nigel moved forward, the top shaft butting against the open channel. Maxine watched as the head of his lubricated cock disappeared into Pacer. Inch by slow inch he moved, stopping to allow Pacer to adjust, until he completely buried his shaft in his lover.

  “Get her ready, Pace,” Nigel said, as he withdrew his cock halfway then slid back in.

  “I’m ready,” Maxine panted. “Ready.” Or at least she thought she was, until Pacer’s long tongue slipped out of her pussy and down to her ass. It worked circles around her, the tip dipping in and out. She clenched her cheeks, until his fingers dug into her buttocks, spreading her wide beneath him.

  Grabbing both of their cocks, she licked the heads, tasting their pre-come, trying hard not to come herself. Wanting more than anything for them to orgasm as one.

  Pacer groaned as he pushed his hips back onto Nigel’s cock then forward toward Maxine’s mouth. “She’s ready.”

  “Oh, dear God. I really am!”

  Coming up on his fists, Pacer looked up the length of her body. “Move that gorgeous figure of yours around. I want to kiss you.”

  Maxine didn’t argue, didn’t hesitate. She scrambled until her thighs were straddling Pacer’s and she stared into his beautiful blue eyes. Pacer bared his teeth, pricking his tongue on a fang. Blood welled on the tip. “Taste me, Maxine.”

  His lips melde
d to hers. The sweet blood filled her mouth and once again she slipped into their minds. Nigel’s cock felt so good in Pacer’s ass, moving in and out, slipping past several rings of muscle, pushing against a spot not far in Pacer’s canal. Yes, so good. So good. He pulled Maxine’s hips up, spearing her with his cock. Fucking and getting fucked. Every nerve ending firing in his body.

  She felt a cool liquid on her ass as Nigel’s lower cock slid along the crack. “I want to be in you, Maxine.” She couldn’t be sure if he said it out loud or if she’d heard his thoughts. It didn’t matter, she wanted him in her as well. Wanted them both.

  The jutting head crested her anus as Nigel guided it in, slowly, as she’d seen him do with Pacer. The sensation was so different from the cock inside of her pussy. The small pain she initially felt eased as she adjusted. He didn’t go in nearly as deep, and he’d made the cock smaller for her comfort. They were both being so careful, and she no longer wanted or needed careful.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me.” Tears leaked from her eyes, not from sadness or joy, just a physical reaction to how tight and on fire her body felt being filled by both humes. Their thoughts of pleasure mingled with her own. Each stroke, thrust and movement bringing her to the brink of rapture. “Oh shit, shit,” she mumbled. “Coming…”

  Maxine screamed her pleasure as an orgasm, the likes of which she’d never felt before, ripped through her body causing her vision to dim and her tongue to tingle with numbness. The pleasure shot through her like a bullet moving from her ass to her pussy then up through her abdomen. Pacer roared, his body jerking forward as he pumped his seed inside her. Nigel’s shouts soon followed as he bucked and shuddered over the top of them. The waves of pleasures lasted for what seemed like minutes. The feelings of both humes mixed with her own overwhelmed Maxine, and when the orgasm passed, she passed out.

  “You think she’s all right?” Nigel asked. His voice sounded muffled as Maxine’s head cleared. “I hope we didn’t damage her?”

  “Damage her how? By the land, you’re paranoid,” Pacer groused. “She’s just… unconscious for the moment.”

  “Well, how am I supposed to know? She did take our blood. I know how it reacts with other humes, but she’s hu-man, if you recall.”

  “I know she’s human. Land sakes, Nige.” Now Pacer’s voice had a tinge of panic in it. “Surely you don’t think we poisoned her?”

  She could feel their hands on her now, rubbing her arms, shaking her shoulders.

  “Should we call the doc?” Nigel.

  Maxine couldn’t keep the smile off her face. They were genuinely worried about her.

  “I think she’s coming around.” Pacer.

  Opening her eyes, she took in the two gorgeous -- and now that she saw them right next to each other, she had to admit, they looked very much alike -- faces.

  “I’m awake.” She sat up, feeling better than she’d ever felt. All the soreness from the past couple of days, all the grief from the last half-year, and all the self-esteem issues she’d dealt with most of her life seemed to have vanished during her… nap. She wasn’t sure what else to call it. Any way she sliced it, she felt refreshed. “And I am just great. Really great. You guys are wonderful.”

  Pacer rolled his eyes and raised a brow at Nigel. “She’s going to be just fine.”

  “I get that impression.”

  They laughed.

  “How long have I been asleep?” She stretched her arms wide and lay back against the pillow.

  Nigel snuggled down next to her. “Oh, about two hours.”

  “Two hours! Whoa. And you guys were just now getting around to wanting to call the doctor?”

  Pacer crawled in beside her on the other side. “Well, in our defense, you were breathing easy and you didn’t look sick.”

  Wrapping her arms around their shoulders, she squeezed them both. “Big morning.” She looked at the clock. Four a.m. “My flight leaves in six hours. So, we have a couple of choices. One, we can sleep. Or two, we can make the most of the time…”

  Nigel kissed her neck. “Option two.”

  “Agreed,” Pacer added as he slid down to work on her breasts.

  Maxine sighed happily. “I was hoping you both would come to that conclusion.” She ran her hands through their long and silky hair. Having not played a hand of blackjack on her visit, she decided doubling down on two jacks, while maybe not the smartest of moves, could pay off big time if the right ace came along.

  Epilogue

  Sunday…

  Maxine settled into her seat on the plane. Pacer and Nigel had both been kind enough to drive her to the airport with only one or two sexy delays along the way. She’d given them her email address. They’d asked and she had been more than happy to stay in touch. She watched them kiss through the window of the plane after they waved their last goodbye to her.

  Sighing lazily, she smiled. Relaxed and happy. Unusual for her. Pacer and Nigel had gotten as much from her as she had from them, and she hoped they’d keep their promise to come visit her for a weekend in Columbia.

  A carry-on bag with legs headed down the aisle toward her, and the man behind the bag tripped on a nearby passenger’s foot, the bag flying from his hands and into her lap. “Oohf!”

  He staggered forward. “I’m terrible sorry, miss.” His eyes brightened. “I remember you. Maxine Simms, right?”

  It was her neighbor from the plane ride to Los Regalos, Meyer Keagan. “Yes. Meyer, right?”

  He took the bag from her and shoved it into the overhead compartment. “You have a good memory,” he said, taking the seat next to her.

  Maxine giggled. “I hope your nuts recovered.”

  He smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Right as rain.”

  “Well, I’m glad there wasn’t any permanent damage.” Maxine gazed at the runway, wishing she’d had one more day in Regalos.

  “Did you have a good time?” Meyer’s voice sounded pleasant, masculine.

  Really looking at him, she noticed he was quite cute behind the nerdy glasses. She hadn’t noticed on the ride over. “I had a really, really good time.”

  Meyer laughed. “I totally get it. I had a fantastic time as well. Los Regalos just seems to hit the spot when it comes to vacations.”

  “I stayed at the Platinum Nugget. It’s a gorgeous hotel.” Maxine missed Pacer and Nigel already, and she missed the food. It would be a long time before she’d be able to work steak and lobster into her budget.

  “Hey, I stayed there.”

  “Really?” Maxine’s eyes lit up. “I can’t believe we didn’t run into each other.” She grinned and shook her head. “Or in our case, trip over each other.”

  “Maybe we did. You know there’s a spell over Regalos, right? That’s how the tourists are guaranteed anonymity.” His mouth quirked into a half smile. “Probably not. Spell or no spell, I don’t think I’d forget an attractive woman like yourself.”

  Maxine thought about it, and tried to remember what any of the tourists looked like. She couldn’t. The only clear faces were the employees of Los Regalos. “Amazing.”

  “You certainly are,” Meyer flirted.

  Maxine didn’t even blush. A fact she felt wholly proud of. “Why, thank you.”

  “So, you live in Columbia?”

  “Yes, I’m the administrator for the University Hospital. You?”

  “I own Fautwan Industries, downtown. Actually, not too far from the hospital.”

  Maxine was impressed. Fautwan was one of the largest vidscreen companies in the United States. Meyer seemed way too young to be the owner. He looked maybe thirty-one, thirty-two at the most. “Wow, I own a Fautwan. An older model of course. Can’t afford the new fangled jobbies.”

  “Well, I’d love to give you an NFJ. Hey, I should name my next model that.” He laughed again, so easily and genuine. It made Maxine smile.

  His button-down shirt peeked open, revealing a really firmly muscled chest populated with sparse brown hair.

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sp; “You don’t have to give me anything. I’m flattered though.”

  “Will you at least have dinner with me after we get back home?” Meyer had a wide mouth, his lips full over beautifully straight white teeth. Not pretty, like Pacer and Nigel, but definitely handsome.

  “I’d love to.” Maxine felt a definite connection to the electronics mogul. He was certainly sweet, and she felt brazen. “You know, I know our vacation is over, but there is a fantasy I’ve always had that I’ve never had the opportunity to fulfill. Are you game?”

  Meyer raised an eyebrow, pushing his glasses up again. “This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Ms. Simms.”

  Reaching up, Maxine gently took his glasses from his face. He had really nice hazel eyes. “I love Casablanca.” She stood up, tucked his glasses into her front pocket, and stepped past him into the aisle. Her knee hit his groin. “Oh, no. Sorry. Sorry.”

  “I’ll survive.” He grimaced, rubbing his hand over his pants.

  Maxine reached down and took his hand. “I’m a nurse. I know how to make it all better.”

  They headed down the airplane aisle to the bathroom, and Maxine, true to her word, turned the pain to pleasure. Despite the injuries, they’d both managed to become well-satisfied customers of the mile high club.

  After they’d gotten back to Missouri, she started seeing Meyer on a regular basis. And he did give her a brand new vid-screen, one of the new NFJ wide screen models. Pacer and Nigel emailed her weekly. They were doing fantastic. Every once in a while they’d even send video clips, usually very, very naughty. Meyer turned out to be up for just about anything, and he often watched them with her. The humes’ planned visit to Columbia could prove to be the death of her, but Maxine believed if she had to die, she couldn’t pick a better way to go.

  Reneé George

  The consummate lady-of-all-trades, award-winning author Reneé George has been a medic, a nurse, a web site designer, and a small press editor. She can make candles, build a deck, and redo a bathroom, but writing is her true passion.