Combustion

by Berengaria Brown

Hands gripped her hips and a cock pressed into her pussy. Her cunt was swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and the stretching feeling of a live cock inside her almost made her come on the spot. It’d been so long since she’d been fucked, and never by two men at once. Her dildo was not nearly as good as the feeling of Glenn inside her. He was hard and wide and long. Stretching her walls to the limit, filling every inch of her channel, pressing against her sensitive tissues and arousing her to a higher level than she’d ever been before.

  Glenn’s broad shoulders were clearly visible behind Morgan’s leaner build, and Xonra managed to grab hold of Morgan’s hip in her left hand and rest her right hand on Glenn’s thigh, uniting her to them both and letting her feel them both moving on and in her through her hands as well as her body. Unexpectedly, it cranked the sexual tension up another notch, flooding her pussy with cream, making her heart beat harder and faster.

  She flicked her tongue over Morgan’s cock again, licking up more pre-cum, reveling in his flavor, moving her hips with Glenn’s thrusts and feeling almost overwhelmed with the experience of two men making love to her at once.

  Morgan’s hands teased her nipples and the sensitive undersides of her breasts as he held them wrapped around his cock, sending little shivers of delight up her spine.

  Glenn’s mouth was on Morgan’s shoulder as they synchronized their thrusts, and watching them sent another burst of lust flaring through her body. Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending sensitized and jumping with sexual tension. She was burning all over, close to her ignition point, about to explode like a forest fire from the passion in the room.

  “Gonna come,” groaned Morgan, thrusting his cock hard between her breasts, pinching her nipples as he did. A jet of ropey white cum burst from his cock and Xonra opened her mouth to catch some of his spicy flavor. Her bones melted as she watched him blast his seed into her mouth, and her own orgasm flared through her, her cunt walls clenching hard on Glenn’s cock, rippling and milking him as she licked Morgan’s cock.

  Morgan spurted a few more times and then he leaned to kiss her, his and her flavors mingling once more as he ran his tongue around inside her mouth, spreading his essence through it.

  “Mmm, good,” she murmured.

  As Morgan leaned forward, Glenn tilted her pelvis higher, thrusting harder, deeper inside her. The aftershocks from her orgasm flared higher, higher, and Xonra was stunned to know she would come again. Everything inside her was so sensitized, Glenn’s thick, long cock was filling her, powering into her, pressing deeper than any man had ever been before. He raised her hips another inch and slammed into her, pinching her clit between his fingers as he did.

  Xonra dragged her mouth away from Morgan’s and screamed as her third orgasm of the evening burst through her like an earthquake, shattering her nerves into a million pieces. Black spots and golden stars danced behind her eyelids as every muscle clenched and heaved while she came and came and came as Glenn spurted his hot seed into the condom, burning her through the latex.

  Morgan was whispering sweet words into her ear but Xonra was beyond responding. She shook and shuddered as her body finally calmed down and her heart rate slowed toward normal.

  Only then did she become aware that both men were pressing kisses to her skin, smoothing and stroking her.

  “Wow! Just…wow. Three times… I’ve never before…” she mumbled incoherently.

  “Sshh. Rest. Let us take care of you,” soothed Morgan, kissing her face as Glenn withdrew from her pussy and went into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth and lemon-scented towel to clean the sticky seed from her, then the two men rolled her between them and pulled the covers over them all.

  “Time for a little nap,” murmured Glenn.

  Chapter Two

  “I reckon a weekend away together is the way to go,” announced Glenn as he and Morgan were pedaling their exercise bikes in the basement two days later.

  “Huh? Say what?”

  “The lush and edible Xonra. A weekend away would give us time to talk to her and get to know her better, see if we’re all compatible. Not to mention fuck her brains out properly.”

  “Hey, be careful. Just thinking about her makes me hard and if I get a boner riding the bike, I’m liable to do myself a serious injury here!”

  “Well, get off the bike and let’s talk, then. I’d hate to injure your dick. It feels way too good in my hands or when you ram it up my ass. I’d surely hate never to feel that again.”

  They both stopped pedaling and Glenn stared at Morgan’s dick. Oh yeah, it was long and hard. Ready for action. But it had always been like that with them. One look and they wanted to fuck each other. They were both switches so they topped or bottomed, however they felt like at the time. They also liked playing in threesomes or foursomes. But somehow three suited them better than a woman each. With a threesome they were all involved with everyone else. A foursome seemed to divide two and two, which wasn’t nearly as fulfilling for them.

  Glenn dragged his mind back to the topic. The lush and lovely Xonra, who made them both instantly hard but who seemed to have a lively intelligence, making her a fun partner out of bed as well as in it. Sparkling hazel eyes filled with light and laughter. Shoulder-length brown hair that felt silky soft when he’d run his fingers through it. And womanly curves a man could hold on to and cuddle. Including a round ass that he really wanted to fuck.

  Glenn shifted, widening his legs to give his aching cock and balls more room, glad he was wearing sweats, not dress pants or tight jeans.

  Morgan laughed, startling Glenn. “Ha! You want to fuck her again already.”

  “Hell, yes. Don’t you?”

  “Oh yeah, for sure. So what diabolical plan are you brewing in your convoluted little mind.”

  “Hey, I’m a civil planner, it’s what I do!”

  “Uh-huh. And?”

  Glenn explained, “I think we need to give ourselves a whole weekend to see if she’s the one to form a relationship with. Likely we won’t know for sure until we start to live together to see if it’ll work. But the only way to move things to that stage is to be together continuously for a few days to see if there’s hope of a relationship. So, well, a weekend away together somewhere.”

  “Yeah I’m with you, so one of the big city hotels? Lots of choices for dining and dancing, gym, hot tub, biiig bed,” Morgan leered.

  “Yeah, and tickets to a show.”

  “Sounds like a plan. How do we get her to agree? Sweep her off her feet and fuck her brains out?”

  “Get the tickets and ask her nicely first. If that doesn’t work we’ll sweep her off her feet and fuck her senseless as Plan B.”

  Morgan stared into Glenn’s eyes, his face now serious. “I really liked her, ya know. Not just that she has a delicious body and gives great orgasms, but those few hours when we talked to her she was smart as a whip and not just wanting to jabber on about herself like so many women do. She was interested in everything, informed on everything. I could really be myself with her and she was happy with that.”

  “Yeah, I do know. I felt like that with her too. That’s why I want to move on to the next stage and see if this could work out for us all.”

  Glenn stepped across the distance between them and pulled Morgan into his arms for a hug. “But you’ll always be my number one man. Know that.”

  Morgan ground his cock against Glenn’s through their sweatpants. “And you mine.”

  Suddenly Glenn’s passion burst out of his iron control. His already hard erection almost pushed its way out of his pants, it wanted inside Morgan so bad. His arms tightened around the leaner man. Their faces pressed in for a harsh, nose-knocking, teeth-clashing kiss.

  In seconds they had ripped their t-shirts and sweats off and were lying on the floor, the bottle of oil snatched off the shelf and in Glenn’s hand. Morgan widened his legs, holding his knees up over his clenched forearms, his hole looking so enticing that Glenn had to clamp down hard on his emotions or the
party would be over before it began. Not that he would be able to last long anyway, they were both so aroused.

  Just sliding his slippery finger into that tight pucker was almost enough to make him lose it. Glenn forced himself to slow down, to breathe deeply, to lube Morgan properly. But hell, it was hard to make himself take the time when his aching dick was beating like a drum, demanding, “Now, now, now.”

  When a third finger slid smoothly into Morgan’s dark channel, Glenn allowed himself to relax a little, rolling a condom over his engorged cock and pouring some oil over the latex.

  “Hurry up. I’m dying here,” groaned Morgan, stroking his hand up and down his own cock. Watching him caused Glenn’s heart to pound harder and he wouldn’t have thought that possible. Not that he could think much anyway. All his blood had headed south minutes ago and wasn’t coming back any time soon.

  Roughly Glenn pulled Morgan onto his lap, holding his dick in his hand. “Incoming,” he murmured, pushing past those tight sphincter muscles and sliding deep into Morgan’s welcoming heat.

  Morgan wrapped his long legs around Glenn’s hips, pressing down to take every inch of Glenn inside himself. “Feels so good.”

  “Hell yeah.” Glenn thrust up hard, using his hips, thigh and leg muscles.

  The men set off with a violent, animal pace, thrusting together, bodies sheening with sweat instantly, muscles taut and straining. They wrapped an arm around each other and joined their other hands on Morgan’s cock, pulling together, tugging on it, twisting their grips, in the same rhythm they pounded in and out of Morgan’s ass.

  “Too much, too good. Gonna blow,” groaned Morgan.

  “Me too.”

  Glenn pushed up hard with all his power, jackhammering into Morgan once, twice more, then Morgan’s cock jetted between their bodies and Glenn’s did the same deep inside Morgan. He thrust up a few more times and kept his hand over Morgan’s and Morgan spurted once more, then they leaned into each other, hearts racing, bodies shaking.

  “I think we just ran the four-minute mile,” gasped Morgan.

  “Four minutes? Hell, we must be slowing down in our old age,” joked Glenn, swiping sweat off his forehead.

  They disentangled their bodies, then Glenn said, “Let’s have a shower, then we need to decide what show we’ll get tickets for and what hotel we’ll stay in.”

  * * * * *

  Work was really busy, but for the first time in years, Xonra’s mind kept wandering off task. Wandering to Morgan’s blond hair, pale blue eyes, fair skin, lean runner’s build, deceptive, wiry strength and perceptive remarks. Wandering to Glenn’s broad shoulders, muscular build, tanned skin, chocolate eyes and his black hair with the little touches of gray in it. Not to mention his sharp mind.

  Oh, the bedroom time had been beyond her wildest expectations. Never before had she experienced three orgasms in a night, although she knew some women regularly did. She also knew others who never had an orgasm just with sex. So she’d considered herself pretty lucky really to generally orgasm. But three. Wow! Mind-blowing didn’t even come close. Besides, they weren’t just hot in bed, they were smart, witty and good companions. She could never stay with a man who didn’t engage her mind as well as her body. And these two had. In spades.

  But what happened next? She still had Morgan’s card, with his work and cell-phone numbers on it. And his sister’s number as well. She smiled at the memory. So she could call him easily. Somehow that seemed tacky. One-night stands were supposed to be just that. A one-night-only event. Even though she’d gotten the distinct feeling they wanted to see her again. But maybe that was her hormones talking, not her brain.

  Xonra sighed, straightened her shoulders and ordered her brain to concentrate on her job.

  Her biggest problem right now was Jeremiah J. Curlin. The fact that he shouldn’t even be her problem didn’t make him any easier to deal with. Apparently Mr. Curlin had a bottomless wallet and an insatiable desire for attractive young women to work at his historical village. Which was a major tourist attraction. And a major client of HR Resources. In various display houses in the village, the women were required to bake over open fires, launder and iron costumes or sit in the parlor weaving or sewing. There was a school peopled with children and teachers, a smithy with a brawny blacksmith and various shops selling period-appropriate stock.

  “Mr. Curlin,” she explained over the phone for what seemed like the ten thousandth time, “women aged eighteen to thirty, as per your requirements, don’t want to wash laundry, iron and bake the old-fashioned way. In fact, many of that age group don’t iron and bake at all. We have half a dozen women in their forties willing to work for you but you don’t even wish to interview them.”

  “They’re too old. Thirty is as old as I’m prepared to take,” he answered curtly.

  “But this is an historical village, correct? Surely having some older women working there would make it look more realistic,” she cajoled.

  “I’m not interested. They’re not fertile. That is to say, in 1901 the average woman was dead at age forty. I want them in their twenties. Look harder.” He hung up.

  “That man is definitely strange,” she said to herself as she punched the button to tell Moss to keep looking.

  “He’s weird, all right. He came here dressed in his costume, looking like something out of an old movie. Ellie said he gave her the creeps, like he was undressing her or something. She sent Frank in with the coffee. Refused to be anywhere near him,” said Moss.

  “Well, he didn’t listen to me anymore than he listened to you, so I guess you’ll have to keep trying.”

  “Shame, he’s so damn rich. That village of his is a huge tourist attraction. They also hire it out as a movie set. Earn a packet from that too. Well, I’ll keep trying but I’m telling you, twenty-somethings don’t want to wear a costume and bake and iron for minimum wage and no tips,” he replied.

  Xonra shrugged it off and turned to her next problem. She tapped her fingernails, turquoise today, against the desk as she scrolled through a spreadsheet, then looked down and noticed the color on her left index finger was already chipped. Sighing, she grabbed her purse from under her desk and sifted through the bottles of nail polish there before picking up the correct color. He eyes were focused on her hand as she repaired her nail, but at the back of her mind memories of her awesome night of sex with two men danced around, dampening her panties and making her nerves tingle.

  * * * * *

  Glenn and Morgan had talked for a long time, trying to decide on the weekend program.

  “Suggestive is okay but not raunchy,” said Morgan.

  “Agreed. But there’s nothing on that really speaks to me as an ideal show.”

  “Yeah. I’ve been through the entertainment guide more times than I care to count and you’re right. There’s a handful of possibles but nothing outstanding. Nothing that would be a drawcard.”

  “So instead of a weekend in a nice city hotel we need a weekend away somewhere she’ll like. And don’t say Barbados or something!” added Glenn.

  “Actually I was thinking of Hawaii when you said that. Somewhere warm enough to sit on a beach. I bet she’d look awesome in a tiny little bikini.”

  Glenn groaned. “My dick likes that idea, but my brain says she’ll say a flat no.”

  “That’s what I thought too. So what are we gonna do?”

  “Damned if I know. Time for an internet search, I guess.”

  There was silence for a long time until Morgan gave a shout. “Berisford Village!”

  “Huh?”

  “Berisford Village. It’s only an hour away. It’s that place where they have an old gold mine and you can walk through the workings, see all the old machinery. There’s houses with people doing things the way they did back in the late eighteen hundreds, little shops, a school, smithy—”

  “Oh yeah, I know what you’re talking about now, I just didn’t recognize the name. Sounds perfect. Let me see the website.”

  Gle
nn jumped up and leaned over Morgan’s shoulder to look at the website. As Morgan clicked through the various pages, he became excited. “It’s perfect. There’s so much to see and do there it’ll definitely take an entire day to see it all. Plus there’s a couple hotels right nearby so we can stay overnight and go back again the next day if she wants to.” Exuberantly the men high-fived each other, then Glenn sat at his own laptop as they checked out the hotels.

  “I’m thinking the Berisford Grande. Executive suites with large hot tub, choice of two fine-dining restaurants,” recited Morgan.

  “My thoughts exactly. Let’s book it all then ask her and present her with a complete plan. I reckon if the dates don’t suit her for some reason, we could likely exchange the bookings for a different weekend. I don’t want her to feel railroaded, but I agree we want to have a firm date when we put it to her, so she sees we’re serious about this,” said Glenn.

  “So, next weekend or the one after? How much warning should we give her, do you think?”

  “Next weekend. Time enough to get organized but not so long she can think of a good excuse to stand us up!”

  “All right.” They high-fived again and Morgan arranged the tickets for Berisford Village while Glenn booked an Executive Suite complete with hot tub at the Berisford Grande. “Sure looks nice on the webpage. I hope it lives up to its advertising,” he said as he keyed in his credit-card details.

  “If it’s not we’ll go back to my original plan of simply fucking her brains out, that way she’ll never even notice,” said Morgan.

  * * * * *

  “Berisford Village? I hadn’t thought of going there, but yes, I really would like to come with you.”

  “We’ll pick you up at eight on Saturday, then. That’s not too early for you, is it?” asked Glenn.

  “No that’s fine. I’m usually at work by then anyway and I tend to get up at the same time on weekends.” And how pathetic does that make me sound?

  “Great. It’s on thirty acres and there looks like a lot to see and do, so it’ll be good to have two full days. We’ve got Weekend Pass Out tickets so we can go back to our hotel if we get tired then come back later for the Sound and Light Show at night either day.”