Phoebe felt her face heat. “I thought one of you might prefer the back door so I was getting ready. It’s um, virgin territory.”
The men chuckled before Linc asked, “you found it in the drawer in your room?”
“Yes.”
The men lost interest in conversation. There were much more important things to attend to such as worshipping her delectable body.
Linc returned to causing her nipples almost unbearable pleasure. He would then smother her lips, seemingly wanting to devour her.
Alistair invaded her pussy with one, then two, then three fingers. He pinched and caressed her bud where the bundle of nerves had gathered in anticipation. He nipped at the side of her neck, in the sensitive hollow near her shoulder.
Phoebe’s legs trembled. Every nerve ending had come to life. Her body was on sensory overload. She pushed against Linc’s mouth and Alistair’s fingers. She wanted, needed, more. Her orgasm was hovering tantalizingly close. She closed her eyes to savor every minute.
The orgasm hit like a runaway train. She screamed, her fingers dug in to Linc’s back as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. Phoebe’s cum dripped from her saturated, pulsating pussy and ran over her thighs as the men kept her at the peak. They drew every last spasm from her before letting her down gently.
The men then swapped places. Phoebe was unaware of the change until Alistair lowered his lips over hers. He hugged her close as he kissed the last shreds of energy from her.
Her back was cold. Where was Linc?
As if hearing her question, had she spoken out loud? Alistair stepped away. Linc lay back against the pillows revealing all his naked glory. His hardened cock rested against his belly.
Phoebe swallowed when she got her first look at his appendage. She had suspected he would be big but, the man was huge. Long and thick. She was tiny, would it fit?
Alistair urged her onto the bed as Linc held his arms out for her. She crawled toward him and he wrapped her in his arms before kissing her.
Phoebe felt the mattress dip and then the warmth of Alistair against her back. Linc rolled her towards him for a scorching kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered in her ear. “Linc’s turn, honey.” He moved between Linc’s spread legs.
Phoebe remained still and watched as Alistair slid his mouth around Linc’s cock and sucked. Her pussy clenched. The sight was arousing. She was distracted when Linc ran his thumbs over her nipples. “Straddle me,” he commanded.
She sat up and threw one leg over his waist. She kept her weight off his belly as much as she could.
“Relax, sweetheart. I can take it. You’re not heavy.” His words reassured her and she relaxed in to him.
He pulled her forward so they could kiss. It sent her ass high into the air. It was too good for Alistair to ignore. He found lube from heaven only knew where and Phoebe felt the coolness of the liquid as it was spread liberally around the ring of muscle. She flinched when his finger entered. Her body’s natural reaction was to pull away from the unfamiliar intrusion.
Linc held her to him. “Relax, honey. Alistair won’t hurt you. Focus on me.”
That she could do. She lowered her lips to Linc’s nipple and suckled. First one then the other. He moaned and squirmed under the joint assault from her and his male lover.
Phoebe rose and fell with his hips as he thrust his cock into Alistair’s mouth.
Alistair’s talented fingers pushed deeper inside her, twisting and stretching her ready. Somehow, Linc’s fingers had locked on to her bud further stimulating the bundle of nerves.
They erupted together. She screamed. Linc roared first Alistair’s and then Phoebe’s names.
When they finally drifted back down their hearts were beating rapidly. They were all sweating, breathing hard.
Phoebe had collapsed onto Linc’s chest, his hand floated up and down her back sending tingles tiptoeing the length of her spine.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Alistair asked.
“Amazing,” she managed to squeak out.
Alistair flopped onto the bed beside her and Linc. Phoebe grasped the opportunity to check out his vital appendage. He was also large. Not quite as long as Linc but thicker. These men of hers were certainly well hung.
Linc set her beside him and pulled Alistair into his arms. She turned on her side and watched as they kissed and fondled each other. Linc’s hand grasped Alistair’s cock, Alistair fisted Lincs and, a rhythm began. The head of the cocks turned purple as blood rushed to the tips. Phoebe heard the groans, not quite contained by each other’s mouths.
She watched as their balls shrank close to their bodies before ribbons of cum erupted from both men, washing each other in their pleasure.
Phoebe had never witnessed anything so beautiful and, after they had cleaned themselves up and joined her back in bed, she didn’t hesitate to tell them.
The men curled up against her. Their hands locked in each other’s across her belly. They each kissed her cheek before Alistair murmured, “Sleep Princess. This night is far from over.”
She drifted into a contented sleep.
Chapter Eight
Phoebe had no idea how long she’d been asleep. She was woken by hands roaming her body, setting her alight. She opened her eyes to two very handsome faces peering down at her.
“Well hello, Princess.” Alistair’s deep, sexy voice washed over her. “Glad you finally joined us. Are you ready to play some more?”
Phoebe was struggling to wake up but she smiled and nodded her head.
“Mmmm, spread those sexy legs, baby.” Linc said.
Her response was a little slow for her men. Alistair moved one leg aside while Linc moved the other.
Phoebe’s eyes were closed when a warm tongue pushed through her wet folds to her interior. Her eyes flew open, she was now fully awake. She lifted her head to see who was setting her on fire. Linc’s eyes peered back at her.
With his eyes still locked on hers, he sucked her swollen bud into his mouth and bit down gently. She almost bucked from the bed.
Alistair amused himself with her breasts, pinching, squeezing, lapping. His damn hands were everywhere. It wasn’t long before she came apart under their persistent ministrations. They were all breathing heavily by the time she had floated back down.
Linc moved up beside her and kissed her swollen but willing lips. The taste of her juices transferred to her tongue and the musky scent of her pussy infused her nostrils.
“Love you baby,” Linc told her.
Alistair followed with a kiss of his own. “I love you too, honey.”
“I love both of you too. I thank God every day for bringing you in to my life. I’m so very happy.” She felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Linc became serious. “Sweetheart, do you trust us. I know we haven’t known each other very long but I’d like to think you know us well enough to believe we would never do anything to hurt you.”
“Yes. I do trust you. Why?”
“Are you on birth control?” he continued.
Phoebe was puzzled. “Yes and I’m clean. I used to get tested every year when I was with Callum. I guess deep down I never really trusted him. I had my last test the day before I got sick. It was clear. Now, please tell me why?”
“We prefer to make love without condoms. I promise you we’re clean. Our last tests were three months ago. We can show you the results if you like.” Linc explained.
“No, I trust you. Did you use condoms when you had one night stands?” Phoebe was more curious than concerned.
“Yes, we always used condoms then. But, sweetheart, this is different. We plan on loving you for a very long time.” Alistair ran his hand up and down Phoebe’s leg as he spoke. “Now the important issues are sorted, let’s have us some nice, slow, knee trembling loving.”
Phoebe giggled.
“Roll over on to your belly, honey,” Linc instructed.
Phoebe acquiesced.
Linc spread his legs a
nd patted the area between them. “Come and feast your mouth on my dick.”
Phoebe positioned herself.
“Alistair is going to take you from behind while you enjoy me.”
The shocked look in Phoebe’s eyes told Linc she was worried about losing her back door virginity.
“He’s coming from behind but, in to your pussy.”
Phoebe relaxed, lowered her head and took Linc deep into her mouth.
Alistair spread her knees wide. The cold lubricant spread onto his fingers and inserted inside her made her jump. She paused, adjusted to the cold and concentrated back on Linc’s cock.
Linc’s dick tickled the back of her throat. She relaxed, tilted her head and managed to take him in all the way. It was amazing, deliciously amazing. While supporting herself on one hand, she fondled his rock solid balls.
Linc dropped his head back on the pillows and groaned long and loud. “Jeez, Phoebe. Your mouth is magic.”
She murmured her response while keeping him buried deep inside her mouth. The vibration of her throat against his sensitive cock had it pulsing and jumping. She knew he was close to flying apart.
Alistair’s dick slid into her juice moistened channel, stretching her, filling her. She closed around his thick rod. As he slid in and out, her pussy clenched and spasmed. She felt soooo good.
The three of them worked together. Her head bobbed up and down as she eased Linc upward, heading for completion, satisfaction. She needed both hands supporting her with Alistair increasing his pace and pistoning in and out of her body.
She tingled all over. Her pussy pulsed rapidly, exploding into pieces at the same time Linc emptied the contents of his balls down her throat. She swallowed, sweet and musky, milking him of every drop.
Seconds later, Alistair shouted and her pussy warmed as the contents of his balls emptied into her channel.
They collapsed onto each other with an audible thud. Phoebe’s head rested over Linc’s slightly softened cock. Alistair over her back, still lodged inside her.
“Man, that’s what you call multitasking,” Phoebe exclaimed.
Both men burst in to laughter.
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Phoebe could hardly believe how much her life had changed in the past six months. She had moved and settled into the Penthouse apartment. Her suspicion, when she had first left her own apartment after becoming ill, had proven true. She had returned only to collect her belongings.
Prior to the end of her initial months stay with Linc and Alistair, she had moved everything she owned in.
Her lovers were wonderful. They treated her with respect, invited her opinions on everything that affected them all and she had never been loved so completely.
Phoebe adored her men’s bodies. She couldn’t seem to get enough of them. So, why was she so teary? Why did she feel so nauseous, tired and flat? Her appetite was nonexistent, she worked hard at the gym and still the weight refused to budge.
Both Linc and Alistair had voiced their concern about her apparent ill health and sallow complexion so she had relented and made a doctor’s appointment.
Linc and Alistair sat on each side of her in Dr. Moore’s waiting room. Linc held her hand, his thumb grazing back and forth while, Alistair flipped through the pages of a fitness magazine.
“Miss Rogers,” the nurse called from a doorway.
She stood. Alistair dropped the magazine on a table and both he and Linc stood with her. She had argued on the trip to the surgery, she would be fine on her own. The men refused to allow her to be alone in case something serious was discovered. She complained they treated her like she was made of porcelain. They told her she was much more precious. How could she continue to argue?
The nurse held the door open and they entered the Drs. Examination room.
He glanced up from his desk. “Miss Rogers, take a seat please.” He gave the men a curious look.
“These are my partners, Linc and Alistair. Please call me Phoebe.”
Unlike the doctor at the hospital a few months previously, Dr. Moore’s eyebrows didn’t raise. He took the news about Phoebe having two partners as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Welcome, gentlemen. Please take a seat.” The doctor indicated two spare chairs and the men sat. His welcome had sounded warm and genuine.
Phoebe decided she liked Dr. Moore. She had decided to see him as her previous doctor was too far out of town. Not that she needed a doctor very often. They’d go broke if they depended on visits from her.
“Now young lady. Tell me why you are here.” Dr. Moore said.
“I haven’t been feeling very well for the past five or six weeks. It’s not like me. Normally I’m extremely healthy.”
She noticed Linc and Alistair lean toward her from their seats. “Five or six weeks?” Alistair growled.
Linc added, “you said it was only this past week.”
Dr. Moore scowled at the men. “Gentlemen, please allow my patient to explain. You may question her about her failure to inform you of how she was feeling after you leave my office.”
The men relaxed back in their chairs after mumbling they were sorry for the interruption.
Phoebe noted the glare they sent her way.
The doctor resumed. “Now, five or six weeks you said. What have been your symptoms during this time?”
“Yes, about that long. I’ve had nausea, loss of appetite. I’m tired, irritable and I cry for no reason.”
“Hmmm.” Dr. Moore took Phoebe’s temperature, listened to her heart and checked her blood pressure. “Perfect,” he muttered before he handed her a strange looking stick. “I want you to slip out to the bathroom, pass urine on to this stick and bring it back to me.”
“Okay.” Phoebe rose and headed to the door. She didn’t miss the worried glance that passed between Linc and Alistair. She also noted their hands were clenched tightly in each other’s.
A few minutes later, she entered the office and handed the stick back to the doctor. He set it on a tissue on his desk.
“Lie up on the bed and I’ll check your tummy,” he asked.
Phoebe toed off her sandals and lay down on her back on the narrow bed.
The doctor lifted her shirt before pressing and prodding all over her belly. He then used his stethoscope to listen to various areas of her abdomen. He spent quite a while in one particular spot.
When he straightened, he offered Phoebe his hand and assisted her to sit up. Her legs dangled over the side and she swung them nervously.
The man checked the stick on the tissue as he sat then wheeled his chair closer to her.
“What’s wrong doctor?” Linc asked cautiously.
Phoebe thought from the serious expression on the doctors’ rather handsome face, something must be terribly wrong. She tensed and shook slightly. Surely she wasn’t going to be stricken with some awful disease when she had only just found true happiness.
The doctor placed his hand on her knee. “You are pregnant, Phoebe. I would guess around three months, maybe a little more, from the feel of the baby. There is a good strong heartbeat. I’ll send you for a scan to confirm your due date and make sure everything is fine. I’m pretty sure there isn’t a problem.”
“But, I’m on birth control,” Phoebe argued. “I have never missed taking it.”
Thinking about what the doctor had said, she realized she had missed her last two, or was it three, periods. She had thought it might be her change of lifestyle or stress but pregnant?
“Obviously your young men are rather fertile,” Alistair and Linc laughed along with the doctor.
“I’m glad you all think it’s funny,” Phoebe snapped.
“I’m sorry, Phoebe. Birth control of any type is known to fail. There are options if you don’t want the baby,” Dr. Moore said.
“No. I mean, yes. Of course I want the baby. I’m just surprised. Gobsmacked actually. It was the last thing I expected you to tell me. I suppose you must think I’m pretty stupid not to have known
.”
“Not at all. There have been women who have gone through an entire pregnancy without knowing. Birth comes as quite a shock.”
“What do I need to do?”
Alistair and Linc were struck dumb. A baby!
Phoebe finally found the courage to turn toward them. She had expected they would be angry but the megawatt smiles they sent her way caused her belly, and the little one within, to turn flip flops. She placed her hand to her stomach. We’ll be fine, little one.
The doctor had moved away and had typed into his computer. While forms rolled off his printer, he wrote furiously on a pad. A few minutes of silence passed before he wheeled his chair back over to Phoebe. He handed the papers over one at a time and explained.
There was a form for Radiology to perform a scan. Another for a comprehensive blood test, Phoebe suspected the first of many to come.
“This is a list of what you should and should not do. I will not tell you not to do something but I caution you to follow this list for the safety of you and your baby.”
Phoebe’s eyes scanned the list – begin taking pregnancy specific vitamins, keep up regular exercise but nothing too strenuous in the last month. Sex is fine but again, be a little more careful in the last month – one partner at a time and preferably no anal penetration. Phoebe reddened. Dr. Moore certainly seemed to know his way around a threesome.
The doctor turned to address Linc and Alistair who had been quietly listening. He had been watching Phoebe carefully as she read. “You will notice your partners very red face.” The men nodded. “She has just read my note that, in the last month of her pregnancy, I would prefer if intercourse was with one of you at a time. I would prefer no anal penetration during this time also.”
“What about before then?” Linc asked.
“I thought there was no sex until the baby was born.” Alistair said.
“Sex is fine if Phoebe is up to it. Nothing rough though. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to harm Phoebe or the baby.”
Her lover’s nodded.
She lowered her eyes back to the page – ensure you eat a good, balanced diet. No extreme sports. Yeah, right. I’m chicken even when I’m not pregnant. She lifted her head when she had finished reading.
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