While they’d been soaking, the bubbles had dissipated and Xonra became aware of the men’s gazes fixed on her breasts, which were now clearly visible under the water. She stared down through the water and was pleased to notice two upstanding cocks.
“I could help you out with your problems,” she offered, glancing from the men’s cocks to their faces.
“I don’t want to waste it. I’d rather save it for a little later,” Morgan said huskily.
“Me too.” Glenn slid across the tub and pulled her toward them both, holding her lightly in front of them, one hand trailing across her breast reverently.
The men looked at each other, nodded, then spoke in tag-team fashion. “How do you feel about taking the two of us inside you?”
“Together.”
“Double penetration.”
Sweat broke out across Xonra’s forehead, her heart started to beat faster and harder and a flood of cream dripped from her pussy. “I’ve been thinking about that. I want it so much.”
“You do?” A huge grin split Morgan’s face and he tugged her legs onto his thighs. “We’ll make sure you are properly ready for us. You will enjoy it, we promise.”
“It’ll be the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” added Glenn, moving in behind her and pressing his hard-muscled chest against her spine.
Xonra leaned back and rested her head against his shoulder. “I know you’ll both look after me. You’re very considerate lovers.”
“Oh we will, we will.” Glenn cupped her breasts in his palms, gently massaging the globes, teasing a finger along the sensitive underside, then painting across the nipple with a few of the lingering bubbles.
Morgan was massaging her calves, her ankles, her feet, pressing the pads of his fingers into all the dips and hollows, easing the muscles and tendons, soothing and stroking her skin, then playing with each toe in turn.
Xonra closed her eyes and reveled in their touches. Both had large, strong hands, Glenn’s very tanned against her paler skin, whereas Morgan’s skin color was close in shade to hers. But Morgan’s fingers were longer and leaner, his stroking more rhythmic, and he used the heel of his palm in a unique way to massage her.
Glenn’s touch was firmer, more determined, but just as arousing in its own way. Now he was twisting and stretching her nipples, elongating them and pinching them. Morgan had lifted her right leg high in the air and was licking behind her knee, then puffing hot air on the place he’d licked. Despite the fact that they were in a hot tub full of water and surrounded by steamy air, it was still an incredibly erotic thing to have done to her.
Xonra rubbed her hands along the men’s thighs, then over Glenn’s hips and around his back as far as she could reach. His muscles were very defined, but Morgan’s muscles were just as firm. Glenn was broader, more solid, Morgan was leaner but just as strong. If the sexual tension wasn’t rising so high inside her, she’d have liked to dwell on the conundrum of their differing musculatures, but right now her brain was starting to fry with need. Her pussy was weeping cream, her nipples were hard, demanding points and her channel ached to be filled.
And her ass. It was years since she’d had a man in there and she was ready to try it again. The whole idea of two men together was unbelievably erotic. The night she’d spent with them already had been the best sex of her life and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that having them both inside her together would be even better.
The men maneuvered her onto Morgan’s lap and he hitched her up into his arms before kneeling in the water. Glenn, also kneeling, moved in between her legs, spreading her ass cheeks wide, then he licked her puckered rim and bit lightly around the muscles. Instantly her pussy clenched and throbbed. Morgan slid two fingers into her cunt, murmuring, “Liked that, didn’t you?”
“Mmm,” she replied, dazed with arousal and lust.
Morgan worked his fingers inside her pussy, teasing and swirling them around, then scraping her sweet spot, while Glenn licked her again, this time thrusting his tongue inside her ass just a tiny bit, causing icy-hot shivers to run up and down her spine.
When Glenn bit her muscles lightly she orgasmed, cream running over Morgan’s fingers. At that moment, Glenn thrust a slippery finger inside her anus and stroked the walls, then withdrew and inserted the finger again, each time pressing a little farther and a little harder.
Somewhere under the haze of lust Xonra guessed he must be using the bubbles as lube but whatever he was using and doing was extremely arousing.
Morgan now had three fingers in her pussy, twisting and rolling them, keeping her on a high level of arousal as Glenn inserted a second then a third finger in her ass. All Xonra could do was hang on to Morgan’s shoulders. She was so aroused, so tense, so full, she knew she would come again very soon.
Someone pinched her clit as Morgan thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and Xonra shattered, her ass and her cunt clenching and quaking together around the men’s fingers. As aftershocks rolled through her she felt herself being lifted into the air, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel and carried to the bed.
Morgan lay on the bed on his back beside her, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and rolling it over his cock. Xonra’s belly was still rippling as he pulled her over his body and thrust his cock inside her pussy.
He held her tight against him, forcing her ass up and her chest down as Glenn squeezed lube into her ass then pressed his cock at the entry. It popped through the softened muscles easily and he slid his cock inside.
The feeling was unimaginable. Xonra had felt full with the two men’s fingers inside her. She’d thought she was filled when Morgan’s cock was in her pussy, but with the two of them in her like this she was beyond full. Her pussy and ass were stretched wide around their cocks and it felt so damn good. Hot and tight and possessed. But she didn’t think it could get any better. Yeah sure, she’d had three orgasms last time but that was the only time ever and she wasn’t expecting lightning to strike twice. She was beyond happy with what she was feeling right now.
The men began to move together, each sliding almost all the way out until just their two cock heads were inside her and she felt so empty, then pressing back in again, stretching and filling her so magnificently. Then out, then in, each time a little faster, a little harder, their hands on her hips, their muscles moving smoothly above and below her, sandwiching her between them, holding her so tightly she could scarcely breathe or move. Filling her, possessing her, consuming her, sending her into a raging inferno of lust that was burning her up with an incendiary, unquenchable flame.
Her breasts heavy, her nipples aching, Xonra rubbed them on Morgan’s chest, swiping them across his nipples, loving the feeling of her hard points dragging through his fine chest hair, his hard little buttons on her soft flesh.
She let go of Morgan’s shoulders and reached her arms back to grasp Glenn’s butt, digging her nails, bright red today, into his skin, reveling in the flex and push of his buttocks as he pounded in and out of her ass.
But like a phoenix out of the ashes of her first two orgasms, a third was rising deep in her belly, building, growing, stretching its wings and sending shivers out along her arms all the way to her fingers, through her pelvis down her legs into her toes, making them curl back hard against her soles.
Frantically she swiveled her hips against the men’s, sending their cocks scraping and dragging along her walls, pressing her clit hard against Morgan’s pelvic bone, digging her nipples into his chest and her nails into Glenn’s butt.
Glenn leaned tight against her, plastering her body to Morgan’s so she couldn’t move, then he bit down on her shoulder at the tender place where it joined her neck. Morgan thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and both men jackhammered their cocks into her.
The orgasm burst through her from every nerve ending, almost blasting the top off her head. Her body shook, her inner muscles clenching on the two cocks, both of which exploded right along with her.
The three of them rocked together
for long moments, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding, so closely joined Xonra could feel all three hearts banging away against her skin.
“Oh my God, that was awesome,” she gasped.
“Absolutely,” agreed Morgan.
“Give us ten minutes and we’ll do it all again,” joked Glenn.
“I may need ten hours to recover,” Xonra replied as the men locked legs and rolled the three of them to their sides, still joined.
“Plenty of time for a nap,” added Morgan, kissing her gently, then kissing Glenn.
“Good plan.” Xonra’s eyes were closing, her breathing becoming steady as she slept.
Chapter Four
Half an hour later the men woke Xonra, hurrying her into the shower where they soaped every inch of her, squeezed some cool gel into her ass and massaged her walls, as well as rubbing her limbs to loosen any tense knots from their bedroom play.
For supper they’d decided to go to the smorgasbord buffet restaurant, instead of the a la carte one. “That way I’ll get bigger servings of food,” said Morgan smugly.
“It’s not fair that your metabolism is so fast. If I ate half of what you’ve eaten today, I’d weigh a ton,” sighed Xonra, looking guiltily at her flabby stomach. No matter how many sit-ups she did, it was never flat the way it should be.
“We like that you’ve got enough padding for us to cuddle you,” said Morgan.
“God, yes. Nothing’s worse than pulling a woman against you and getting bruised by her bones,” added Glenn.
“Besides, I bet you burned off enough calories in bed to eat four desserts,” added Morgan.
Laughing, they took the elevator to the first floor, told the maitre d’ their room number, then picked up their plates and wandered along the buffet tables. While Morgan piled his plate high with vegetables cooked in calorie-laden sauces, and Glenn took one scoop from every chafing dish, Xonra contented herself by choosing pieces of pineapple, strawberries, grapes and other fruits, then adding a big scoop of salad.
The meal was enlivened by lots of casual, happy chatter and it struck Xonra once again how much she genuinely liked these men. Sure, they set her aflame in the bedroom, but even fully clothed and out in public, she enjoyed being with them, talking to them, eating with them. They were entertaining and intelligent companions able to talk on a huge range of topics without sounding like know-it-alls or that she and her thoughts bored them. I could so easily fall in love with them. Whoa! Where did that come from? This is sex. A naughty weekend. Nothing more!
By eight forty-five they were seated on bleachers that had been erected on the grass where the horse and coach rides had taken place during the day.
“Jeez, I’m glad I don’t have to assemble and dismantle this thing every day. It must take hours and hours,” said Glenn, looking at the long rows of seats.
“Yeah, there must be three hundred people here. That’s a lot of nuts and bolts to put together,” agreed Morgan.
The external lighting was turned off just before nine and a hush descended over the large area as music began to play. Promptly at nine the announcer began to tell the story of Berisford Village and Big Hill Mine. Spotlights highlighted the buildings as they were mentioned and costumed characters acted out various scenes including a murder outside the saloon, a riverside wedding complete with fiddler and dancing, and some ghostly action in the graveyard. The life of the miners and their families was particularly evocative. Hard, physical labor with little reward, yet the hope of becoming rich, and the freedom and companionship of the other families.
By the end of the show Xonra felt she had a true picture of the life in those times. Short, harsh, demanding, but with the joys, thrills and successes similar to those of her own time. As the lights came up, she smiled at the men. “That was really good. It’s almost like I was there. I can truly understand how the people of that era lived now, better, I think, that just walking around the village in daylight.”
“I agree. Very powerful and a lot more in it than a movie too,” said Glenn.
Slowly the crowd headed toward the exit as a team of men appeared to disassemble the bleachers. “These guys work pretty hard and long hours too,” Xonra said.
“Nah. These’ll be the second shift. The dayshift guys will have left long ago,” said Morgan.
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“Coffee, and maybe some snacks,” said Morgan as they walked into the suite.
“You’re hungry again?” asked Xonra.
“No, not hungry, but I wouldn’t mind nibbling on a snack.”
“I’d rather nibble on both of you,” said Glenn.
Morgan turned around, his gaze locking on Glenn’s.
Just like that, lust exploded in the room like a physical force, and Xonra struggled to breathe. The air was thick with testosterone and sexual energy and she was caught up in the emotions of the men.
Their gazes were burning, consuming each other, and Xonra’s panties were drenched, her knees wobbled and her mouth gaped open as her lungs heaved with the effort of dragging air in.
“Bed,” said Morgan hoarsely, dropping the coffee filter he was holding onto the counter.
“Damn right.” Glenn pulled Morgan to him for a harsh, passionate kiss, then stepped across the room to Xonra and kissed her too. Not quite as harshly, but definitely more firmly than his usual gentle manner.
Glenn linked arms with both Morgan and Xonra and walked them quickly into the bedroom.
“We need to slow this down or it’ll be over before it begins,” gasped Morgan.
“My dick’s gonna break my zipper if I don’t let it out,” said Glenn, sliding his zipper down.
Certainly the huge bulge in his tighty whities confirmed his statement, thought Xonra, her own cunt pounding and breasts aching with need.
“Okay then, we’ll all strip, but only one garment at a time and each person separately,” suggested Morgan. “You can be first, Glenn, then Xonra, then me.”
“Not a problem,” said Glenn, dropping his jeans and stepping out of them.
Xonra decided to slow the process down as Morgan had suggested, so she kicked off her shoes. Both men groaned.
“Unfair,” said Glenn.
“One garment. Shoes are a garment.”
“Shit! Are you wearing socks as well?” asked Glenn.
“Yes,” she laughed.
“Well, hell!”
Morgan took his shirt off, as did Glenn. Predictably Xonra removed her socks, so both men kicked off their shoes. Xonra had a shirt over a t-shirt so when she took off the shirt she was still completely covered. The men groaned even louder.
After two more rounds, the men were both naked but Xonra still wore her underwear and stood, her hands on her hips, admiring their long, fat cocks.
The men glanced at each other, nodded and swooped on her, Morgan unsnapping her bra and Glenn sliding her panties off her legs. “Women wear too many clothes,” he explained.
Morgan pulled the bedding down to the floor and they all climbed on the big bed. “I was thinking oral and a daisy chain. Do you want pussy or cock?” he asked Glenn.
“Pussy this time, I think.”
They arranged themselves in an overlapping triangle, Glenn’s mouth on Xonra’s cunt, Morgan’s cock in her mouth and Morgan sucking Glenn.
Xonra was amazed at how integrated the three of them were, all the bodies overlapping, touching and being touched. With Morgan’s delicious cock filling her mouth, Glenn’s hands on her hips and pussy, and various male body parts touching her skin, their scents filling her senses, she was instantly burning up with fiery desire.
She sucked Morgan’s cock deep into her mouth, then slowly let it out as she ran her tongue up the shaft, finally sliding the tip into the slit and tasting a drop of pre-cum. With one hand on his balls and the other on his pelvis for balance, Xonra nibbled around the head, especially along the ridge where cap and shaft met. She was rewarded by a deep shiver from him and smiled around his erection as she sucked him deep o
nce again.
This time she concentrated on rolling his balls, enjoying the different textures of the skin of his thighs, his belly, his balls, his shaft. She breathed in deeply, learning his scent, spicy with the faintest hint of lemon from their bubble bath earlier.
The curls at the base of his shaft were a slightly darker blond than the hair on his head, which was darker than the hair on his chest. The different colors entranced her, three different shades on three different body parts.
While she was assimilating all the facets of him, she drew him into her mouth again, as deep as she could, relaxing the back of her throat to take a little more of him. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, then teased all along his shaft as she gradually let him out.
But God, it was hard to concentrate on pleasuring him when Glenn was doing such wicked things to her pussy.
He was holding her wide open, teasing her folds with his fingers and her clit with his tongue. Then his mouth was on her folds, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and her ass. As one finger slid around to play with her pucker, his tongue tasted the opening to her channel then pushed inside and he licked her walls.
His fingers seemed to be everywhere, touching, stroking, flicking, nipping her thighs, her butt, her labia, her curls, her clit. Her brain was frying, overwhelmed by so many pleasurable sensations. Her skin was burning with every nerve ending a tiny candle adding to the fire. At any moment her body would combust from the accumulated heat of the two men’s touches and tastes.
Desperately Xonra tried to concentrate on pleasuring Morgan. To suck him deep and hard, to bring him to the point of no return. She swiped her tongue along his length, played it under the ridge, nibbled the long vein of his shaft, then sucked again, drawing him deep into her throat.
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