Quite a large crowd had gathered at the doors of the school, when the teacher rapped on the floor with his ruler. All the children stood. “Times tables. Begin,” the teacher ordered.
“Two ones are two. Two twos are four,” the children began. Even the littlest kids were chanting, Xonra noticed. When they got to the sixes she saw that most of the smaller children were now quiet, although quite a number of them chanted their ten times table. As the children chanted “Twelve twelves are one hundred and forty-four” a burst of clapping came from the crowd, and the girl who’d been supervising the younger children came out of the classroom holding her apron out as the child had at the chess game. People dropped coins into her apron, and a few dollar bills were thrown in, too. Xonra looked back into the classroom and saw the teacher speaking with one of the children, a boy of maybe eight or nine. The child looked almost terrified. Surely not just for making a mistake in his times table? He must have done something bad I didn’t see.
Glenn gave her a gentle hug. “Tired?”
She looked up at him and saw Morgan’s light-blue eyes smiling at her as well as Glenn’s dark-brown ones. “Yes, I am, a bit. It’s been a full-on day.”
“Let’s go to the hotel then, check in, soak in the hot tub, maybe take a nap, so we’re ready to enjoy the Sound and Light Show tonight,” Glenn suggested, his eyebrows waggling as he said “nap.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Right now, she did feel tired and a little confused by some kind of undercurrent at Berisford Village. But she had to be imagining it. There were thousands of tourists here every day, and if anything was not right, someone would have noticed. Wouldn’t they?
* * * *
Their suite was huge, and the bed the biggest one Xonra had ever seen. And the hot tub, wow! “There’s enough space here for all the pieces off the chess board, not just us,” she said as she stood in the bathroom doorway. “It’ll take hours to fill!”
“Let’s turn it on now then, so it’s ready when we want it,” suggested Morgan, leaning over to close the drain and turn the taps on hard.
He soon had the temperature adjusted how he wanted it and they moved out to the sitting area, Glenn setting coffee on to heat and fiddling with the TV, while Xonra flopped into an armchair to look through the tourist brochures.
“The same company that owns the village owns this hotel, too. Not surprising I guess since they are both ‘Berisford.’ So I suppose that means good old Jeremiah J. Curlin himself owns this place, too.”
“Jeremiah who?” asked Morgan, wandering around the room.
“Jeremiah J. Curlin. He’s a respected client at HR Resources, but at present, he’s driving everyone mad, wanting to hire women aged eighteen to thirty to work at the village and only offering minimum wage so no one wants to work for him.”
“Minimum wage? That’s a bit rough. Those people were working hard. I wouldn’t like to be that blacksmith pounding metal bars in all that heat. Or those women bent over dipping candles,” said Morgan.
“We haven’t been to the houses yet, but I understand he’s having trouble finding young women to iron and bake there, too. It would be hard work on minimum wage. Plus there’s the hour commute each way,” she said thoughtfully.
“Remember in the bakery it said all the bread was baked fresh on site? That’s likely what the women in the houses have to do. They make their own butter and cheese, too, so maybe the women have to do that, too. That’s hard work, that sort of thing,” said Glenn.
“I just assumed they used modern technology for the butter and cheese. Churning butter isn’t easy to do. Well, so I’ve heard. I’ve never actually done it myself.” She laughed.
“Guess we’ll find out tomorrow when we get to that side of the village,” said Morgan, picking up the restaurant menus. “More importantly, which restaurant do you want to dine at tonight?”
They discussed their favorite meals for a while, and then Morgan checked on the water in the hot tub, and pronounced it full enough for them to get in.
Gratefully, Xonra shrugged out of her sweaty clothes, packing them into a laundry bag before following the others into the bathroom.
Glenn and Morgan were bickering about whether or not to add bubbles and scent to the water, so Xonra solved the argument by dumping in the entire bottle of lemon bubble bath.
“Aghh, I’ll stink like a girl,” moaned Morgan.
“It’s lemon, not a feminine scent,” explained Xonra.
“It’s not too bad, really,” added Glenn, holding a handful of bubbles up to his nose and sniffing.
“The guys at work will never let me live this down,” Morgan moaned again, but less stridently.
“I won’t tell on you,” Glenn soothed.
“You had a lemon scent on your own towels, so don’t try to tell me you don’t like it,” added Xonra.
She stepped into the tub and sank down into the water, almost purring as the heat soothed her muscles, muscles she was only just realizing were quite tense. Sitting with water almost to her neck, she drew in a deep breath of sharp, lemony scent, accompanied by heat and steam and man. “Wonderful,” she said.
They chatted quietly about the various things they’d seen, relaxing in the water, and planning the next day’s sightseeing. Several times, Xonra thought of talking to them about her vague niggling feelings about the village, but to do that seemed crazy, ungracious, and basically rude. There was no logic behind her feelings, no evidence. Why would she be privy to something wrong that hundreds of thousands of tourists hadn’t noticed? It wasn’t as though she was a trained observer or a spy or even a security guard.
Besides, what had she seen? A child disobeying his father? A schoolboy being chastised for bad behavior? Young women tired and hot after a hard day’s work? An employer who preferred sexy young chicks to older women on his staff? All one-hundred-percent normal. So why was that itch in her brain about Berisford Village?
Get a grip, woman. You’re naked in a hot tub with the two most delicious men on planet Earth and you’re thinking about work. Are you insane or something?
While they’d been soaking, the bubbles had dissipated and Xonra became aware of the men’s gaze 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, and 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, and then playing with each toe in turn.
Xonra closed her eyes and r
eveled 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 dripping 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, and 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 cockheads 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 were heavy and her nipples aching, so Xonra rubbed them on Morgan’s chest. She swiped them across his nipples, loving the feeling of her hard points dragging through his fine chest hair, and 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 they 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 clenched 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 relaxed. A nap was a good idea, but after that, she needed some time to think over what had just happened and to revel in the entire experience of having taken two such amazing men into her body. And this was just day one of their vacation. Wow.
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 serving 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 dish, Xonra contented herself by choosing pieces of pineapple, strawberries, grapes, and other fruits, then adding a big serve 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 giving the impression 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, and 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.”
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