by Mari Byrne
Another sensation flowed into her belly, one of possession. She wanted these two men right now more than she wanted her next breath of air. Eternity would be a tad long, but it would sure be a wild ride! Besides, she was sure he was just using an expression.
Kristain and Mitch looked at each other again, then turned back to Stephanie.
“It is your choice, Stephanie. But we need an answer before we take this any further.” Kristain murmured in her ear.
Stephanie could only think of two things at this moment. One, she wanted to taste the cock Kristain had not too long ago put centimeters from her face. Two being the desire to have Mitch sink in so deep she wouldn’t know where she began and he ended.
And she wanted it RIGHT NOW!
She opened her mouth to tell them exactly that but it barely came out a croak. She spoke as few words as possible.
“I want you both inside nooow!” The last came out is a guttural growl.
Stephanie wanted to be shocked, acting as if she was a possessed woman. But no sooner had she thought it than she felt Mitch guide the head of his penis to her opening and thrust hard enough to bring her off her feet.
He stayed buried to the hilt inside her tight cunt and gritted his teeth to keep from pumping his come into her.
Kristain sucked in his breath at the feelings coming from his brother. He was waiting until Stephanie could take a breath deeper than a heaving pant before slipping his cock into the velvety heat of her mouth. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait, now that he was dealing with Mitch’s sensations, too.
Stephanie slowly came back to herself and noticed Mitch was gently thrusting in and out. She opened her eyes, unaware she had closed them.
She looked into Kristain’s eyes and noticed he seemed to be awaiting her permission also. She nodded and breathed a yes even as she moaned in unison with the sensations Mitch was giving her.
She felt a satiny soft touch at her lips and stuck out the tip of her tongue in a questing foray, dabbing at the object and hearing an indrawn breath. Smiling to herself and snaking her tongue out a bit farther to lick the head of Kristain’s pulsing cock, she laved at it, learning the taste of him.
Giving a few more unhurried explorations with her tongue as she savored the salty sweet flavor before opening her mouth and taking him as deep as she could while feeling Mitch begin to pick up his pace, Stephanie marveled at the unique taste of the man.
Mitch shafted her faster and faster and as his pace quickened, so did her own. She had fantasized about a moment like this. If she hadn’t been so—distracted, she would have wondered if the boys had read her mind.
It was her last thought as she exploded and took both men with her. Immense striations of pleasure snaked throughout her body vibrating and scoring her unused muscles as the orgasm broke over her. Stephanie rode through the ecstasy with no thought to it ending, only wallowing in the sheer rapture of the moment
Kristain watched as Mitch wrapped Stephanie’s legs around his waist and held her suspended so Kristain could uncuff her hands from the bars.
He still throbbed and knew it would be another hour before Mitch gave up his position. He didn’t mind. His turn was coming. Literally!
Mitch felt the satiny touch of Stephanie’s legs around his hips and could have pumped them both to another orgasm in mere moments. But he sensed she needed a position a little more upright at the moment.
He gently helped Kristain prop her up so her head rested on his shoulder once again and gave her a gentle kiss. This one would know only gentleness if he could help it. He’d wrap her in the finest silks and satins and pad every surface she had to walk on with downy feathers and furred rugs.
She would be theirs, and nothing would ever harm her. He knew she would find out soon enough they were very serious indeed. They would mate for life.
Stephanie gratefully accepted the help she got to prop herself up. She knew if Mitch put her down now she would fall flat on her face. Her rubber-for-legs wouldn’t allow her to stand.
Stephanie had never had an orgasm anywhere comparable to the one she’d just been given. Even knowing it was selfish; she still prayed the next one would be equal to or better than her last!
Chapter 5
A little while later, Stephanie lay back against the wall, with her legs hanging over the dresser’s edge, trying to suck in breath through a parched and rasping throat. She watched as Kristain and Mitch, barely winded, arranged pillows on the bed.
In the last hour or so, the two men had changed positions on the gym, taken Stephanie over the vanity, and now were moving their little group toward the bed.
The last coupling, on the very dresser where she now sat, had been a fast ride up the scale of climax and ended in her screaming loud enough to have her neighbor calling to see if she was all right.
Breathless and not a little proud of herself, she had reassured the sweet woman and apologized about the banging. Giggling to herself, she wondered if she could do it again and get away with it.
An odd thought came to her as she remembered the pleasure. Each orgasm she’d experienced tonight had been followed by a golden glow and wondered where it had come from. Stephanie also remembered it had felt as if the two men had read her mind through the entire period of lovemaking. The nipple clamps had taken her entirely by surprise, sending her to the verge of orgasm. The Ben Wah balls one of the brothers had inserted into her pussy soon after the clamps on her nipples had been introduced, had been the final push driving her screaming over the edge into one.
She was still imagining the last ride on the dresser, when Mitch came over and scooped her into his arms.
“Oh!” Stephanie groaned aloud. She couldn’t help it. She wasn’t exactly sore, but her muscles protested the strenuous activity she had been doing.
“Be at ease. We’ll make it all better.” The rumbled, purr sounded in her ear.
Carrying her to the bed, both Mitch and Kristain arranged her so she lay on her side. Kristain climbed in behind her, spooning her, and put his hands between her legs.
“We have a cure we intend to put to good use.” Kristain crooned softly.
Kristain made soothing noises in her ear and began to massage her thighs. Mitch lay down in front of her with his head in the juncture of her thighs and laved softly at her nether lips.
Soothed, she barely noticed when a thick pillow was placed between her knees and Kristain asked her for entrance. She gave her agreement on an indrawn breath and he slipped gently into her pussy.
There was an ache there now which had very little to do with pain. In fact, the only discomfort she felt was the agony of unfulfilled desire.
Kristain rocked his way slowly until his condom encased cock was buried hilt deep and touched her core. Mitch had caressingly opened her petals and was using the flat of his tongue to rasp her clit.
It was pure torture. She tried to move her hips in a faster rhythm, but both men grasped her hips and stopped the attempt.
“Please…” she pleaded.
She was trapped in a cocoon of male heat. Kristain’s breath was hot and excited on her neck while Mitch’s breath teased her thighs. She wriggled as best she could to bring some kind of relief. No one could stand this much sensory stimulation and live.
Yes. She was going to die of pleasure. She was delirious with it and would expire any moment. But what a way to go!
It was the last thought she had as Mitch increased his tempo and Kristain picked up the pace. Every pleasure nerve ending woke up another and another, as the men got serious with their part. She was one big ball of near bursting orgasm and they were doing their level best to keep her there. Neither of the men seemed to want her going over just yet and she almost opened her mouth to beg.
The thought had barely cleared her mind when Mitch tongued her gem a last time and Kristain gave a final lunge. Stephanie dropped off the edge of the peak and fell into orgasmic bliss for what felt like ages.
When the last of the shudde
ring subsided, the blackness around her eyes cleared and she felt the kisses Kristain laid on her head and cheek. Mitch was gently laving at her bud again, trying to soothe her.
“Pleeaassse, I…a min…ute—” She could barely get the thought out to ask them for a moment. Almost four hours straight of sex wasn’t a world record by a long shot, but it was for her. She needed a reprieve and water, and not necessarily in that particular order.
“Ah, little one. We aren’t done quite yet, but we sense you need a—refueling break?” Mitch slid up the bed to lie face to face with her.
She kept her eyes closed and nodded. She felt the bed shift in front of her and shivered at the heat loss.
Kristain reached behind him and groped for the covering bunched there. He brought it over himself and tucked it around Stephanie, making a cozy pouch of heat.
Bringing his hand under the covers, he stroked his hand down the side of her closest to him. Loving the feel of her silky skin, he marveled at the thought he could touch her now whenever he wanted to.
She was theirs. No one could take her away. She had consented, had even wanted to beg, for the feel of them inside her. Soon, they would have her in every way possible. Just the thought made his cock rock-hard again.
She stirred at the feel of his lengthening bulge and whimpered slightly.
“Shhh, it is a reaction I have whenever I think of you. Your body grasps mine so tightly and you fit as if made for me. You will have your intermission and then I will bring you yet more pleasure.”
On the verge of sleep, Stephanie had felt Kristain’s burgeoning shaft growing to its impressive length and wondered if maybe she could go just one more round.
Mitch searched through the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. He opened a package of lunch meat and ate five slices of ham washing it down with one of the bottled waters and looking around for something to carry most of provisions back into the room.
“Hey Stephanie? Where do you keep…”
Opening cabinets as he spoke, he spied what he needed and was reaching for a basket when he felt Stephanie’s body clench around Kristain’s shaft one more time.
Taking a deep breath and blocking the sensations as best he could, he grabbed the basket hurriedly and returned to the fridge. He grabbed things at random, the last fruit and some jars. He stuffed as much into the basket as he could and what wouldn’t fit he clutched against his chest with his free hand.
Padding barefoot back to the bedroom and he found Kristain and Stephanie in the throes of yet another orgasm.
Smiling like a proud papa, he placed the items in his hand next to a few of the catalogue toys and carried the basket to the bed.
Watching as Stephanie came back to herself, he lifted the blanket and climbed under the covers. He placed the basket between himself and Stephanie and began opening a bottle of water.
“Stephanie?” He waited a moment.
“Stephanie?” He breathed gently.
He got a mumbled response and took it as a sign she could hear him.
“I have your water here. Let me lift your head and you can have a drink.” He felt tender toward her now rather than sexually stimulated. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to feed her from his hand, and for her to know that everything she received came from him.
Careful, brother mine, you border on obsession. Come back from the edge. Kristain stayed as still as possible so as not to set Mitch off. Dealing with Try Nas Ayn, the unrestrained jealous lust of newly mated males, was difficult in the best of situations. Dealing with it when you were buried in your mate’s still pulsing sheath was just asking for a death sentence.
As gently as possible Kristain slowly disengaged from Stephanie, who whimpered in protest. Keeping his mentally linked voice devoid of all emotion, he tried to soothe his brother.
Do not go there Mitch, remember Syne and Asnan?
If Mitch weren’t brought back from the edge of Try Nas Ayn, he would kill any person who came near his mate. It was a thin line every pair struggled with when first coming together with their mates.
Each of the pair wanted to please the mate, and be the one looked on with favor. If those feelings couldn’t be controlled and brought into a balance of shared pleasure, the pair would fight to the death and take their mate with them.
Mitch closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to bring his thoughts out of the spiral they’d been in. He knew Kristain spoke the truth. He was going down a road too many of their kind had traveled. He used the exercises drilled into them since long before they could understand why the exercises were needed.
Moments later he found himself with his head in Stephanie’s lap as she stroked his hair from his face in a soothing gesture.
He lifted his head slightly and began suckling the nipple hanging so close to his mouth. He couldn’t help it. It had been right there for the taking.
Stephanie sucked in a breath. It was an erotic image she was seeing in her head. Her back surrounded by a large male in a protective pose while another large male suckled at her breast.
Would the delights she was feeling go on forever?
As much as she wanted them to, she did her best to disengage the wonderful hot cavern attached to her breast.
“A drink…please.” It was all she could manage.
From behind her, Kristain reached out his hand and massaged her breast out of Mitch’s mouth. He used his other hand to grab the bottle of water Mitch had been opening when he had slipped into Try Nas Ayn.
He put the cold bottle against Mitch’s face, making him jerk away from the cold and sit up.
“Ok, I get the point.” Mitch mumbled as he brushed at the condensation on his cheek.
Kristain continued to uncap the water bottle and then handed it to Stephanie, who took huge gulping swallows from the bottle.
He looked down at the basket, and then back up to his brother.
“Whachaya got in the basket?” Kristain used his head to point at the basket.
Mitch grinned slyly. “Not really sure as I just happened to be hit by—” he paused dramatically, ”lustful thoughts as I was raiding the fridge.”
He turned to look at Stephanie, who was breathing heavily from gulping the water, and smiled gently at her.
“Why don’t you see if there’s something you’d like in there. I’ll be more than happy to feed it to you.” Lick it off, suck it off, or bite it off of you, Mitch thought as he felt his member throb in agreement.
Taking the last swallow of the water, Stephanie looked for a place to put the empty bottle.
Pulling things from the basket, she vowed to thank her sister for stocking up the fridge. After all, Jan had pointed out, she would need the fuel for this weekend.
How right she had been.
As pleasantly exhausted as Stephanie was from the bed-play, she was starving and could have easily drunk the other five bottles of water in the basket.
Pulling the next item out, Stephanie stopped to take a good look at it. She hadn’t remembered putting this on the list she had made for grocery shopping. Looking down at the olives, she wondered if Jan hadn’t picked them up by mistake.
Kristain reached over her shoulder from behind her and took the jar out of her hand.
“Ah! Jan remembered!” He looked at Mitch who grinned lasciviously, and then back to the jar of olives. He set about taking the lid off, and taking a couple out of the jar, popped them in his mouth.
Stephanie, who had been looking behind her at Kristain, shuddered. Olives were definitely not for her! She went back to looking through the goodies and came upon just what she had been craving.
“Buttered Banana Nut Muffins!” She exclaimed delightedly.
She looked around for a utensil to spread the little pat of butter. Finding none, she decided to use her fingers. She could always clean up later.
She ripped open both packages, broke the muffin in half, and began to slather the butter on one side. She took a heaping bite, closed
her eyes in ecstasy, and moaned out loud at the taste of the salty/sweet snack.
“Oh my, that hits the spot.”
She opened her eyes and ran them over the heaping pile of food looking for a bottle of water. Her eyes spotted one and made a grab for it. Upon moving it, she also found Mitch’s cock fully extended.
Looking up into his eyes, she felt the heat scorch her as his eyes moved from her face to her chest, to the apex of her thighs.
Swallowing the last of the muffin in a hard gulp, she fumbled the lid off the bottle and quaffed as much as she could.
Coming up for air, she coughed as the water went down the wrong way when Kristain’s fingers walked over her thigh toward her mons.
Kristain used his other hand to rub her back, trying to help.
“Oh Lawdy!” she gasped. “You two don’t ever quit, do you?” She breathed through a few more coughs. Stephanie turned her head found Mitch beginning to put food back into the basket, clearing the bed.
“Of course not.” He soothed. “We would be poor consorts if we did.” He finished putting away most of the food and water bottles, but had left a few items out.
Setting the basket on the side of the bed, he moved what was left out, out of the way, then turned to her and grasping her ankles lightly, he gave a gentle tug.
“Lie down, Stephanie.” The tone of Mitch’s voice dripped hunger.
Kristain took the bottle of water from her hand and set it on the bedside table. He still held the jar of olives, and was planning to put them to good use.
Stephanie wondered at the consort bit, but was immediately distracted when Mitch spread her legs apart and slid her farther down the bed.
She went willingly enough, and was pretty sure what was going to happen. But when he grabbed the jar of peanut butter off the bed and dipped his finger into it, she began to wonder.
A few seconds later, Stephanie felt Mitch smear a coating of peanut butter on her labia and opened her lips to smear it on her clitoris. She shuddered at the cold, and started to protest.
