by Brill Harper
“My, my...you are both lubricating yourselves very much.”
“Like you’re not so wet it’s probably dripping down your leg.”
I smile and savor the texture of the hot flesh in my hands. The smooth skin that gives way to ridges. The grunts of my cavemen as they thrust into my hands. Their hands move to my upper body, teasing and squeezing my breasts until I’m certain I really am running moisture down my legs.
A wordless conversation between the two has me suddenly being pushed backward.
“Get on your back, naughty girl.”
I comply happily, and I’m covered in man. Four hands stroking my flesh, two hot mouths feasting on my skin. They tug on my nipples with their hands and mouths and I’m lost to sensation. I don’t know which man is doing what, but I know that I am being cared for.
Hairy, heavy legs spread my own legs wide, and I feel the pre-cum from two cocks marking the skin of my hips.
“Look at that tasty pussy, Fletch. She’s all ours, man.” His fingers spread my lips open and I can feel the weight of their stares on my clitoris. “So juicy. Damn, she’s always so wet for us, bro.”
“Fuck her with your tongue, Shane.”
Echoes of our first night rattle around my brain until Shane starts slurping, and Fletch squeezes my nipples rough and hard, and then I can’t think anymore. Just feel.
Shane pumps his fingers into me and I know he’s stretching me there, getting me ready, and I buck against his mouth and stubbly chin. Fletch gives me a smack on my breast with a heavy hand, and I start coming from the sting that always gets me so high.
“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he murmurs in my ear as I ride the wave. “Such a good, hot wife.”
Shane doesn’t stop moving his hand, bringing me there one more time as he sucks my clit. I writhe until I’m spent, until he lifts his head and smiles at me, his face so wet with me. Fletch swears and grabs him. “Give me that mouth.”
They kiss, a masculine display as they grip and squeeze and moan, sharing the taste of me from Shane’s mouth. When they stop, they stare into each other’s eyes a moment longer and Fletch says, “Let’s fill her up, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Shane agrees, getting on his back and rolling me onto him. I straddle his cock reverse cowgirl style and sink down. We both moan at the pleasure and Fletch pushes me so I’m lying against Shane’s chest, his arms securing me tightly against him.
“Are you sure about this?” Fletch gets in position and thumps his heavy dick against my pussy where we’re joined. “We are fine taking turns. We both like sloppy seconds, after all. And it doesn’t matter who donates the sperm for this baby. He or she will be all of ours.”
“I know. I want this. Fill me up.”
“Bossy, bossy.” He pushes very slowly, his cock edging into the tight little space between Shane’s cock and my stretched lips. So slowly, it’s like time stops. There is only the inching of Fletch into me, the breath of the three of us while we allow me to stretch my pussy for them the way they stretched my heart.
The sensation stings and hurts, but I know from experience I often like a little pain. I try to hide my grimace, but Fletch is watching me closely. “Please, I want this.”
Finally, he is all the way in. Fletch pulls out a little and then pushes back in. I start to loosen up a little bit, but it is still the tightest fuck we’ve ever had. My pussy is glutted and stuffed.
“Fuck,” Shane moans. “You’re chockfull of cock now, nerd girl.”
“We’re going to fuck our baby into you tonight, Penelope,” Fletcher says, his voice raw and filthy as his muscles quake from trying so hard not to lose control and drive into me the way I know he wants to.
Shane’s hand rubs my stomach like he’s already imagining me pregnant. The sound oh his sigh in my ear makes me clamp tighter around both of them. Shane bucks his hips beneath me and we have to all pause to keep them inside. I’m so full. Pinned between my husbands and stuffed so full. We fuck so dirty, filthy, and raw it’s probably illegal. Their balls slap together on every thrust.
Shane starts tightening under me. “Christ. Penelope Smith, you are every fantasy I’ve ever had. Your men are going to fill you with so much cum tonight. God damn. You’re pussy is a fucking miracle.”
Fletch starts humping us faster, losing some of that control. He’s probably bruising both their dicks, and I know I’m going to be sore later. Nobody can talk now. We’re a writhing mass of flesh created for one primal purpose right now. Grunt and groans and the slap of flesh bounce off the walls. The air tastes like salt. There is only fucking and we fuck to come. To create life.
To breed.
I think I start it. I fall over the edge, tightening around them and contracting until labored breaths become moans and shouts. It’s brutal, feral, and primitive the way we grasp at whatever flesh we can hold onto as we all come. The sloppy mess below makes obscene, wet noises as all the cum mixes together.
“Are you okay?” Fletch finally asks me. He will never admit to it, but his eyes are wet.
I nod, but Shane answers beneath me. “Actually, I’m kind of being suffocated right now.”
We laugh and untangle carefully. The men tip me up and put pillows beneath my hips and we rest and breathe and hope and plan.
Maybe I don’t have a baby planted deep inside just yet. But it’s going to be a lot of fun making one.
A lot of fun I would have missed if I’d have never let myself be brave and allow them to teach me. To love me.
Fun we would have missed if Fletcher hadn’t been able to stop caring about how people thought he should be and let himself become who he wanted.
Fun we would have missed if Shane couldn’t take a chance and let himself be loved.
The courage to love and to allow yourself to be loved is the hardest part about being human, if you ask me. Then bringing another small human into it...well, luckily there are lots of books about parenting. And Shane, of all people, has purchased every single one of them.
When I go back to work after my maternity leave, Shane is going to stay home and be a full-time dad. He’s more excited about that job than I’ve ever seen him get excited about anything. No career path ever lit up his eyes the way planning our future family has.
Fletcher is graduating from law school this spring and is already working as a paralegal for the human rights firm he’ll be practicing law with. I’m working as a lab tech in a teaching hospital where I’m making not much—but already have benefits. I could probably move up faster if I were better at peopling, but that continues to be a struggle.
My eyelids are getting heavy as I listen to the guys talk about some sport team. I think it’s football, but I can never be sure. Periodically, I feel one of them trying to put their jizz back into me with his finger as it trickles out. He’s being ridiculous, but if he thinks that will better our chances, I won’t tell him so.
I already know I won’t be walking tomorrow. I’m still pleasantly sore, but if this is anything like the few times I’ve done anal, tomorrow is going to suck.
I don’t even bother trying to open my eyes again. I’ll just drift into dreamland, listening to my husbands’ deep voices, knowing when I wake up, the dream has just begun.
About the Author
BRILL HARPER IS A PSEUDONYM. Like...a secret identity. By day she’s Clark Kent, writing romance books for young adults and grownups. By night, she’s Brill Harper writing unfailingly filthy yet super sweet books that would make her alter ego blush.
Brill likes Alpha heroes with an ooey-gooey center when they fall in love. She calls them Alphamallows. She’s pretty sure you’re gonna like them too.
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