Nancy’s heart tripped. Jeremiah had held on so tightly to his civilized persona, that intellectual part of his training, and she wanted to rejoice that here in this sanctuary, with her and Eli, he could let that go and become the man he was deep inside.
What woman didn’t want to push her men beyond the civilized, and into the feral?
Her voice shook with emotion when she said, “I want to wear your mark.”
Against her hip and beneath his jeans, Nancy felt Jeremiah’s cock pulse and grow harder.
“How many?” he asked.
The few times Eli had delivered a sharp slap, she’d felt her fires begin to light. But this wasn’t just for the sake of Eros. This was Nancy, acknowledging and accepting these men as her men. Acknowledging and accepting their right to demand she not risk herself or jump in with both feet, heedless of the consequences.
This was the moment when she gave them the right to have those expectations and yes, to impose discipline.
Some women she’d known, hard-edged career women, would be horrified by her thinking and her actions. But for her, Nancy Jessop, this was right. The last of her doubts left her.
Knowing the answer she needed to give—the freedom she needed to hand him, she said, “Ten.”
“Ten it is.”
His hand landed on her bare ass, a sharp smack that made her jerk, and by the third heavy slap tears flooded her eyes. And yet, with each successive smack, not only did her arousal grow and burn hotter and higher—her emotions became lighter, and more liberated. This spanking is setting me free.
The last smack was the hardest of all, and Nancy cried even as she groaned and tried to rub her pussy against the rough cotton of Jeremiah’s jeans.
“My God, look how lusciously pink her ass is.” Eli’s reverent tone made her smile.
“You carry my mark,” Jeremiah said, “like you carried Eli’s. And someday, you’ll carry our children.”
That was the hottest thing any man had ever said to her. She shivered, and felt her pussy leak. Still draped over Jeremiah’s lap, she groaned with pleasure when he brushed his hand over her hot and tingling bottom, and then dipped his fingers into her pussy.
“Do you know what it does to me to feel you this wet, knowing I had a hand in that, that you’re so aroused from the spanking I’ve just given you?”
Despite her tears, Nancy chuckled. “No pun intended.”
“Brat.” Jeremiah’s admonishment sounded more like an endearment.
“Let me feel.” Eli came over, knelt down, and repeated Jeremiah’s gesture—stroking his hand over her smarting ass, and then slipping his fingers inside her.
She turned her head and watched as Eli then stuck those fingers into his mouth and sucked her nectar from them.
“Mmhmm.” His eyes didn’t lie. He loved the taste of her. He loved her.
Jeremiah lifted her, his touch gentle, and settled her on his lap. The coarse denim reminded her that she’d been well and thoroughly spanked.
He cupped her left breast, and used his thumb and forefinger to tug her nipple. Both points drew up into pebble-like buttons.
Nancy slipped her arms around Jeremiah’s neck. “I love you both so much. Please, make love with me. Be one with me.”
“We will, baby. I love you.” Jeremiah covered her mouth with his.
His kiss, wet and wonderful, seduced her, enthralled her, and sent her arousal soaring. She loved the taste of him, and the way his mouth took hers. His tongue stroked hers, coaxing it into the sexiest tango. Nancy wished in that moment for Jeremiah to drink her down, to take her into his body, and into his soul.
He eased his mouth from hers. “I want you on your knees, sucking me off, first.”
Nancy wasn’t nearly as surprised by Jeremiah’s demand as he seemed to be himself. Before he could pull those words back, she slipped to her knees right there on the carpet in front of him, and reached for his fly.
“Yes, please, I want to suck your cock. It’s the least I can do to thank you for my punishment.”
Jeremiah’s eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and his cock stiffened to the degree that he had to help her by standing, lowering the zipper, and dropping his pants to the floor. He kicked the clothing aside and sat back on the bed again.
Nancy rose up on her knees the moment his beautiful cock came within reach. She nuzzled him, right at the place where his shaft emerged from his body. His arousal-driven heat carried his earthy sent to her and she inhaled deeply. Would she in time be able to tell the difference between her lovers this way? It was something she’d wondered more than once. She made it one of her goals to be able to do just that.
She ran her tongue along that hot and hard shaft, loving that her attention made him tremble. He anchored both hands in her hair, totally loosening her chignon. Hairpins fell, and he picked the rest out, dropping them on the carpet before returning his fingers to her hair. His grip was feral, primal, and thrilled her completely.
“Suck my cock, woman. Make me come.”
Nancy hummed as she sucked the purple head into her mouth. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, and the other cupping his balls, she began to suck and pump and gently squeeze, wanting nothing more than to give him as much pleasure as possible. She tasted his pre-cum, and as she pulled her mouth up his length toward his cockhead, she swirled her tongue in that tiny hole, savoring every drop of it. She loved his flavor, loved his scent, and absolutely loved the way it felt to have his flesh in her mouth.
She felt his cock stiffen, felt the way his balls became hotter and harder. Knowing he was nearing climax, she reveled in the way he responded to her, and rejoiced in the sounds of enjoyment he made.
“Oh God, yes, yes, baby I’m coming!” Jeremiah’s exclamation ended on a near sob as the first stream of his jism hit the back of her throat. She drew on his cock, her suction strong and rhythmic. Determined to give all she had and take all he gave, she sucked him and swallowed his cum until she felt his body relax, until the sound of his rasping breath replaced the groan of orgasm.
Still, she held his cock inside her mouth, and met his gaze. She would keep him there for however long he wanted her to. This was a physical manifestation of the love she held in her heart for him. She would give and give and then give some more.
Jeremiah’s smile bloomed sweetly and she knew he understood her meaning. He caressed her cheek, and she understood his, and gently released him.
“You have got one hell of a wonderful mouth, baby.”
“I need some of that.” Eli’s impassioned plea thrilled her.
She sat back on her haunches and then looked over her shoulder. Eli was gloriously naked. He’d fisted his cock, giving himself the kind of firm, no-nonsense stroking she imagined he used to pleasure himself.
“I have never in my life been so turned on as I am right now. Watching you suck Jeremiah’s cock until his eyes crossed and his brain quit was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I want that.”
“I want to give you that. Any place, any time. I love you so much, I want to just love on you.”
“I love you, too, Nancy Jessop, more than you could possibly know.”
She didn’t wait for him to move, or to sit. She turned, and she rose up, so that she could reach his randy cock.
His scent differed from that of his best friend’s and she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to actually tell them apart this way. His cock was just as beautiful. Erect, but darker skinned than Jeremiah’s, his shaft displayed veins that boldly stood out as more of his body’s blood rushed to answer the summons of his arousal.
Nancy wasted no time giving her lover what he needed. She fisted him with a grip she hoped was close to his own in firmness. When she cupped his scrotum, she nuzzled and licked them too. His soft curse told her he liked that.
As Jeremiah had done, he gripped her head with both hands. Something about that really did it for her. Maybe there’s more sub in me than I knew. Maybe they’d explore that facet of her persona
lity a little. That was something to look forward to later. Right now she wanted everything. She wanted to give and take and have these men, alone and together, every single way she could have them.
She used her tongue to lave a path from root to tip, and then she sucked the deep pinkish-purple head of Eli’s cock into her mouth. She swallowed that glistening drop of his juice, knowing there’d be more. Using her tongue and lips, and even a gentle scraping of her teeth, she sucked and swirled, humming her own pleasure as she moved her head up and down on him in this act of love. A woman was vulnerable during sex, but so was a man—especially when his cock was in a woman’s mouth. The man had to trust completely. This was a sign of his trust in her, and Nancy cherished it—she cherished him.
Eli’s aroma and flavor filled her, as she hoped his cum would soon fill her. Nancy moved her mouth on him, giving him the tenderness from her heart and the appetite from her libido. When Eli groaned, when he began to thrust, she gave him something else—her complete trust and surrender. Keeping her mouth around his cock, she gladly handed over control. He fucked her mouth, his actions gentle yet impassioned. Her yielding had made him harder, she knew from the way his cock felt in her mouth. She’d taken her right hand off his shaft, and wrapped that arm around his legs. His balls she kept in her left hand, squeezing and stroking with her thumb in time with his thrusts.
“I’m going to come. Drink me, woman. Take everything I give you.”
That’s what I want to do, what I need to do. Nancy closed her eyes and sucked long, hard, and steady. His cock quivered and then the first stream of liquid hit the back of her throat. His seed tasted different than Jeremiah’s, yet just as good, and felt just as necessary to her very survival. She swallowed each stream, and relished the moment when, with a final cry of pleasure, he ceased thrusting and bent over her, struggling for breath.
She took a moment to make sure she’d licked all of his cum off him, and then she gently released him and sat back on her heels, her gaze on him.
“Good God Almighty, woman. You wrecked me.”
“I hope I didn’t, because I still need you.” She looked over her shoulder at Jeremiah. He’d stripped while she’d been taking care of Eli. “I need you both.”
“You’re going to have us both. We just need a little time to light your fires a bit hotter, and to recover ourselves.”
Eli was still bent over, his hands on his knees. Jeremiah got up from his spot on the bed and held his hand out to her. When she got to her feet, Jeremiah picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“You’ve done a hell of a good job taking care of us,” he said. “Now it’s our turn to take care of you.” He laid her in the middle of the bed and snuggled up on her right side. Eli slid in on her left.
Jeremiah turned her so that her head was on his chest. “How’s your ass, baby?”
Nancy smiled. “Tender.”
“It’s still a bright pink and I can see the outline of Jeremiah’s hand,” Eli said. He pressed himself up close behind her.
The heat of his body seeped into her, and his cock nestled against the crack of her ass.
“That feels damn good,” Eli said. “Your ass is hot and my cock certainly appreciates that fact.”
Nancy hummed with pleasure as Eli’s cock reacted to her hot bottom and began to harden. She pressed back against him, at the same time she reached down and wrapped her hand around Jeremiah’s shaft.
“I do believe you’re both recovering in record time.”
“I know how we can recover even faster,” Eli said.
“So do I,” Jeremiah said.
They moved together, laid her flat, and began to kiss their way down her body. Nancy closed her eyes and raised her arms above her head, luxuriating in their loving. Arousal that had been banked and satisfied to give while she’d pleasured her men now swirled and eddied through her body. Lips and tongues, hands and fingers, kissed and lapped, caressed and teased and tugged, and Nancy gave herself over to the delight her men lavished upon her.
“That’s it, sweetheart, just close your eyes and feel.”
When they put their hands on her and pressed, she obeyed and spread her legs, giving them access…giving them everything.
Damp kisses on her thighs and teasing licks on her slit told her Eli and Jeremiah were taking turns, teasing and tasting her. Her juices began to flow, and she flexed her inner muscles, holding the rising tide of arousal close, yet magnifying it. Fingers traced invisible lines over her clit, and then one…and then another digit delved into her pussy.
“Isn’t she wonderfully wet?” Jeremiah’s question, addressed to Eli, bathed her slit in his hot breath.
“Yes, she is. She’s perfectly responsive to us both.” Eli’s words did the same, and she moaned in appreciation of this new stimulus.
Then she felt motion on the bed. One lover pulled back, and the other moved in and fastened his mouth on her cunt.
Nancy kept her eyes closed, not needing to know who pleasured her, for these two men, these two lovers, were equal, and they were both hers. Relentless in his attention, this lover used no teasing, showed no timidity now. Now, a hot silken tongue plunged in and out of her while lips sucked lightly on her clit. She heard the sounds that told her he drank her juices, and savored them. The realization of it just made her hotter.
Then his tongue stopped plunging, but before she could utter a complaint, fingers delved. She jerked when he found her sweet spot. A chuckle—Jeremiah—gave scant warning.
His fingers fucked and strummed, his mouth sucked her clit hard, and Nancy exploded in orgasm.
Pleasure cascaded over her, wave upon wave of ecstasy that set her nerve endings on fire as if they were pyrotechnics on the Fourth of July. Jeremiah kept sucking and strumming and she sobbed from the near overdose of sensation.
Other sounds on the edge of her attention filtered through. Then he climbed her body. “Hang on to me.” One solid thrust imbedded his condom-covered cock in her cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sucked in a breath when he reversed their positions.
Nancy opened her eyes and grinned down at her lover. He was looking over her shoulder, and when she looked with him, all of the sounds she’d heard made sense.
Eli had slipped into a condom and was slicking lube on his cock. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
“Fuck me, lover. I need your cock in my ass.”
“So do I,” Eli said.
“Baby.”
Nancy turned her attention to Jeremiah. He thrust up into her, a slow yet deep push that came close to hitting her cervix. She squeezed him in turn, letting him know she didn’t mind the deepness of his play. When she was hot and horny, that twinge felt damn good.
“Jeremiah.” She moved on him, riding his cock. The seductively slow pace fed her fires and when Eli moved closer, when his hand brushed across her ass, she shivered in anticipation.
“I need you both inside me so much. I need to feel connected to you both at the same time.”
“We know, sweetheart. Lie down on Jeremiah, now. Relax and let me have you.”
Nancy did as he asked, doing her best to exhale and loosen her muscles and surrender control. Eli spread lube over her anus, rubbing back and forth and pressing one finger, and then two, against her tiny pucker. The burn was slight, and she felt her rosebud open, felt his fingers slide in. He moved them in and out, and then in a circle. She appreciated the care he was taking with her, doing his best to prepare her.
He eased his fingers out of her, and then placed both hands on her bottom. His grip gentle, he used his thumbs to spread her cheeks. The latex-covered head of his cock pressed against her anal opening. The heat of him seduced her and it was all she could do to simply lie there and let him have his way.
She wanted to push, to rush, and to take this exciting new pleasure.
“Are you shaking from pain or excitement?”
“It burns, but I think I’m shaking with restraint.”
Beneath her she
heard Jeremiah’s chuckles. Eli said, “Ah, yes, Hurricane Nancy. Another time we’ll let you set your seventy-mile-an-hour pace.”
Eli held her ass cheeks spread slightly and leaned over her. The burn of his cock stretching her anus morphed into pain, a pain she’d come to crave because it meant the beginning of especially fierce climaxes for her and whichever lover’s cock she held in her ass.
Eli pushed a bit more, tenting her and putting his weight behind his thrust, a smooth, solid, relentless thrust that opened her and stretched her…and brought his cock into her completely.
“Oh, God.” Nancy shivered with the sensation of being so totally full for the first time in her life.
“Too much?” Eli’s words sounded as if they came from behind clenched teeth.
“Never. It’s…oh.” She shivered again and then flexed her inner muscles. Her arousal became a sentient force, demanding more, and Nancy could only whimper. “Fuck me. I need…oh, fuck me, please!”
They knew her and loved her and understood her, and proved it as they began to take her in measured, sure strokes. They balanced their movements, Jeremiah thrusting in as Eli eased out, and then reversing the action.
Nancy couldn’t talk, could barely think. She could only feel. And what she felt, what they gave her, was more and bigger and grander than anything she’d ever imagined.
Her orgasm became water, and their plumbing of her opened the tap full bore.
“I can’t…I’m coming! Oh, yes!” The spasms of her climax rushed up and over, filling and chilling, flooding her senses so that only this bliss, only this rapture existed. Wave after wave pounded her, the sensations so enormous her heart raced and her breath suspended and she came and came.
The movements inside her became stronger, faster, and twin shouts announced her men had reached their climaxes, too. They all three hovered in a place between earth and sky, a place so full of love it sparkled with joy.
As Nancy came back to awareness, she was wracked with aftershocks. Maybe they’ll have to call me Earthquake Nancy. Her lips formed a smile at the thought, but she had no energy to even think of translating that thought to words.
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