by Alexa Quinn
As if relishing the moment, Jake drives his thick shaft into me slowly and firmly while Anthony watches us. A long moan comes out of my mouth as he fills me completely.
My pussy is still tender from earlier. This makes the sensation of his tumescent cock inside me feel even more raw and real.
He pulls out and drives it back in hard and fast. My pussy is so wet that it makes a slapping sound.
My gaze is fixed on Uncle Anthony’s face as he watches his friend fuck me hard. Then Anthony strips off his boxers and gets onto the bed.
He lies back with his hands behind his head, and his long thick cock pointing up towards his hard belly.
I lick my lips, and reach out to take it on my hands, but Uncle Jake snatches my hands away before I can touch it.
“No,” he says gruffly. “You do what I want you to do.”
I see the two men exchange a glance, and Uncle Anthony gets a devilish smile on his face.
My stomach lurches, wondering what they have planned.
Uncle Jake gives a jerk of his head, and Anthony nods. The two of them have clearly reached some sort of unspoken agreement.
Chapter 10
ANTHONY
Over the years Jake and I have fucked many women together, but I have never been as horny for a woman as I am right now. The sight of Jake thrusting into her while she keeps her ass up and her legs spread wide open for him has inflamed me to tipping point.
I can barely restrain myself. I want to grab hold of those bouncing tits and squeeze those delicate nipples until she squeals. Jake would like that. I have a feeling she would like it too.
Instead I let him have his moment, pounding away at her, knowing how badly he had wanted it while Max had her first.
And now he wants something of hers first for himself. And I am more than happy to be part of it.
He pulls his dick out of her tight pussy and she whimpers in disappointment.
“Get on your back on the bed,” he commands.
She does so immediately, lying beside me, her eyes darting from me to him. He lays on her other side and plays with his dick, pumping it to keep it hard, while he watches me climb on top of her.
She spreads her legs open for me. I slide my long dick into her slowly, relishing the sensation of her tight little hole swallowing me up.
I kiss her mouth gently, knowing she will savor my gentleness after his roughness. I grind my cock into her juicy little pussy around and around and in and out, in a steady rhythm, until she begins to moan.
I keep her legs spread wide open so that Jake can see everything. I plant tiny kisses all over her soft high breasts, working my way closer and closer to the nipples.
I know she wants me to take them in my mouth and suck them roughly like the other men did earlier. I know that my gentleness is frustrating her, and that she did not expect this from me.
The way she keeps trying to thrust her hard little nubs into my mouth tell me that Jake has not sucked them, and that she has been aching for him to do so. I keep my lips away from them. I’ll save that for another moment.
I lick and nibble at her breasts and shoulders and neck. I grind my hips into her sex steadily, enjoying the sensation of my balls lying heavy against her buttocks.
And so I feel it when Jake begins to play with her ass, first stroking the cheeks, and then the crack, and undoubtedly focusing his attention more and more on the little bud of her anus.
She tries to wriggle away a little from the unfamiliar sensation, but I keep my cock buried inside her, pinning her in place. I claim her mouth in a kiss, and feel her relax a little.
I put one hand behind her neck and gather her to me. I roll over onto my back, bringing her with me, her sex still clinging tightly to my rock hard dick, although it is now halfway out.
Jake kneels behind her, and puts his hands on her hips and firmly presses her down until she is again fully impaled on my erection.
I feel his hand gathering the juices from her pussy to rub between her ass cheeks. She sits on top of me, grinding her cunt in little circles, her wide long-lashed eyes staring so innocently into mine. I pull her down until her tits are squashed against my chest and her mouth is brushing against mine.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
She kisses me eagerly, her lust making up for her lack of experience. She is getting closer to her orgasm now, and her hips are moving faster against my groin. Our position has forced her clit into firmer contact with the base of my cock.
“Not yet,” I murmur against her mouth.
I grab her hips, forcing them to be still. She moans in frustration, her eyes closed.
And then they open wide.
Jake is running the head of his cock up and down the crack between her buttocks. Her mouth opens into a little O as he places the head of his cock against her tightly closed anus.
“Relax, baby,” I tell her. “I want to feel him inside you.”
She jerks her head in a tiny nod, and pants as she makes an effort to relax. She is so tight down there that I feel the moment the head of his cock slides inside her. Jake is so horny now that I’m surprised he hasn’t thrust it in all the way immediately.
I’m proud of my boy for respecting her first time and taking it slow.
As his dick presses in inch by inch, her mouth opens wider and wider. I want to rub her clit hard because this is all that it will take to make her come, but I restrain myself. Jake doesn’t want her to come yet.
I keep my hips still, and hold her in place while he drives into her. I want his cock to be the main sensation she feels. Finally she gives a little quiver, and I feel his balls slap against her ass once he is all the way in.
To reward her, I pull her head back by her hair to make her tits jut towards me. I fasten my mouth over one of her pouting nipples and suck it hard.
She rides against my groin, and I feel Jake pull his cock out partway and then pump it back in. I keep sucking her while he fucks her tight little ass, loosening it until she is jacking her hips back and forth, desperate to come.
Jake and I can no longer hold ourselves back. We both let go, pounding into her at the same time. A wail of pure lust comes out of her throat.
I am glad these rooms are magically soundproofed or Max and Karl would no doubt have come running in. I have no intention of sharing her at this moment.
“Oh God, you’re both inside me,” she says between her gasping cries.
The three of us work our hips faster, back and forth.
When I sense she is on the edge, I press my thumb hard onto her clit, scraping the rough skin across that tender surface.
She lets out a single long scream and collapses on top of me, her pussy and her body both pulsing. I come at the same time, my hips jerking rapidly.
Moments later Jake gives one last thrust, and then a shout of satisfaction. He throws his head back, his powerful throat arched while he spurts his seed into her tight little ass.
Finally he pulls out gently and sprawls back on the bed beside us, his chest heaving. One of his hands comes over to stroke her back as she lays cuddled against my chest.
“Thank you,” she murmurs in her soft angelic voice.
I close my eyes, wondering how the hell two bastards like us got so lucky.
Chapter 11
CLARA
Afterwards they sense that I need some space and both kiss me before leaving me to sleep.
I thought I would drop off right away, but I find myself tossing and turning for the rest of the night, feeling confused.
I had not meant to sleep with them both, and certainly not together. And yet when it was happening it had felt so good, and there had been nothing I wanted more than that.
I don’t know how I’m going to face them both tomorrow. I certainly don’t know how I’m going to face Uncles Max and Karl.
My only comfort is that I still have the mask on, and none of them seem to have recognized me.
I wish I could call Lola. Of my three best friends, s
he is the only one who might have a tiny chance of understanding how I feel.
Lola had broken up with her high school boyfriend after being kissed by his best friend. She had felt so guilty about it.
But something she had said had made me think she had been attracted to both of them. Now I wish I had asked her about it.
Did she feel confused? Had it been too impossible to pick one to love over the other? Did she fear it would ruin the guys’ friendship?
Being attracted to multiple men had been okay while it was a fantasy in my head. But now that it is real I don’t know how to handle this.
I pick up my phone, wondering if I should send her a text.
Suddenly the thought that the text might actually make it back to our world makes me anxious. Maybe Lola wouldn’t understand after all.
I sigh and put my phone away.
It would have been so good to hear her voice. No matter what, I know she would be sympathetic if I called her. But she would probably tell me to come home. I am not sure I want to.
I drift in and out of a light sleep.
In the early hours of the morning I hear a noise near the front door of the suite. I jump out of bed and drag on my robe.
When I peer out of my room I find a couple of servants have arrived to clean things quietly.
I take one of them aside, dragging him to the main corridor outside the apartments, and ask if he will take me to see Juniper.
“Why?” he asks, looking surprised. “Are you unhappy here?”
“It’s not that. I like them. But I’m confused, and she said I should ask any of the staff to take me to her if I needed it.”
“Do you wish to leave?” he asks.
“I’m… I guess I just need some advice.”
“Madame Juniper is far too busy for that.” The servant frowns at me disapprovingly. “Is any of your four gentleman giving you trouble?”
I blush. “Of course not. It’s not that.”
“There you are!” exclaims a loud voice behind me.
I spin around in shock, and am mortified to see Roxy behind me.
She looks like she has been up all night partying and being debauched. Her lipstick is smeared and her corset top is frayed, the ties hanging loose as if they have been half-heartedly fastened.
She recognized me.
My mouth drops open. I touch my mask. It is still firmly in place.
And then I remember Juniper saying that the mask would only keep my gentleman from recognizing me. She meant it wouldn’t work with anyone else.
The servant seems to assume I am done with him. He disappears back inside Uncle Max’s apartment.
Roxy giggles at me, and runs her eyes over my flimsy silken robe and mussed up hair.
“Why are you wearing that ridiculous mask? Was somebody indulging in some roleplay last night?” she says saucily.
“Shhh!” I hiss.
“So who is your mystery man?” she coos. “Or should I say mystery men? Did he say four!”
Her voice rises at the last syllable, and I worry that it is loud enough to be heard inside the apartment. Perhaps even loud enough to wake four sleeping werewolves.
“Hush,” I beg her.
“I want to hear all about it,” she says, not bothering to keep her voice down.
“Not now.”
“Yes now,” she insists. “I’ve been looking for you all over. You weren’t at the ball last night. I thought we’re going to meet in the evening?”
“I was busy.”
“Busy getting laid,” she says. and lets out a shrill laugh. “Aren’t you going to invite me in? I want to hear all about it.”
“Not here,” I plead.
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes at me. “We can go down to breakfast I suppose.”
I offer to meet her there, but she insists on waiting for me while I get changed. Leaving her outside, and not too pleased about it, I hurry back to my room.
To my relief find that a fresh new outfit has appeared in my wardrobe. Last night’s dress must’ve been their version of an evening outfit. This one is similar, but it is powder blue. The neckline isn’t so low-cut and the skirt is longer, yet it still clings to my every curve.
When I meet Roxy at the front door, she gives me a wolf-whistle. “Where can I get one of those?”
“This is my uniform.”
“I’d heard they provide the staff with costumes,” she says saucily. “And now I know why.”
“What about yours?” I ask, looking at her lacy corset. Beneath it is a fluffy feathered skirt which is slashed high, right up to her hips. It doesn’t look like the sort of thing she has ever worn before.
“I can’t complain,” she says grinning widely. “My sexy werewolf decided he wanted to dress me up too.”
“Where is he now?” I ask, looking down the corridor behind her. I am suddenly horrified at the idea that he is going to randomly turn up here too.
She looks displeased, and gives a little shrug.
“We’ve been having fun all night, but he’s got so much energy. He’s probably still out there somewhere. I was on my way back to his rooms, but now that I’ve found you, maybe I’ll just keep him waiting.”
She leads me down long corridors and down several flights of ornate staircases. Finally I hear the bustling sound of many people gathered in one place.
We end up at a large brightly lit dining room, hung with crystal chandeliers that are aglow despite the sunlight flooding in through numerous tall windows.
I try to take a glimpse outside, eager to see what Otherworld looks like. But Roxy impatiently drags me away from it.
She finds us a small table and casually flags down a waiter. She places a large order of things that I know she’ll not eat more than a bite of.
“This is the life,” she says, sighing blissfully. “If I’d known that otherkind lived like this, I’d have got myself one earlier. So tell me everything.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Don’t give me that! Do you want me to come back with you and see for myself?”
“Okay, fine. There are four men in the apartments that I’m in, and I’m supposed to serve them. I mean, I’m their maid.”
“And I’ll bet they’ve enjoyed your maid service,” she says with a smirk.
I blush bright red and she bursts into laughter. Then her eyes narrow.
“Really? With all of them?”
I shake my head quickly. “With one of them last night. And then two more of them in the middle of the night.”
I admit the last part hesitantly, not wanting her to judge me, but hoping for her advice. Roxy is so sexually confident. If anyone can tell me what to do, it’s her.
“You slut!” she says loudly. “I cannot believe that you’ve slept with three men in one night.”
My mouth drops open in surprise. This is not what I expected. We have always kept each other’s secrets, not that I had any. I had thought she’d have my back.
She reaches over to snatch at my mask, and I lean back and hold it against my face protectively.
“There’s no point hiding behind that now,” she says nastily. “It’s not like it even covers your face.”
I don’t bother to tell her that it’s magical and it covers my face where it matters most.
“So was it good?” she asks.
Suddenly I have an urge to show her that I can have a good time too. Why should I be ashamed of it? Isn’t that why we both came here?
I nod, my cheeks becoming even hotter. “It was unbelievable. Better than I ever imagined.”
She raises her brows, a grudging respect seeming to come into her eyes.
“I never thought you were the type for a threesome,” she says thoughtfully.
“I’m not. It’s just these men are really special.”
She laughs incredulously. “Don’t be silly. It’s just the glamour of this place. After we get out of here, you wouldn’t find them attractive at all.”
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�I would!” I say hotly. “They’re really kind and funny and generous.”
“Generous with their cocks,” she says.
“You wouldn’t understand,” I mutter.
Fortunately two waiters arrive with heavily laden trays. I am grateful for the reprieve. They deposit teas and croissants and cereals and sausages and eggs and many other things on our table.
