Their Virgin Nanny

by SC Daiko

  I mewl into Gabe’s mouth while Luke works my tit; he sucks on my nipple, his tongue circling, making me rock my body with desire.

  Gabe breaks the kiss. “Feeling more relaxed now, my sweet?”

  “Oh, yes,” I whisper. And I do. The butterflies have fled from my tummy, to be replaced by pure lust. My entire body is crying out to be fucked, my pussy flooding, my clit throbbing.

  Luke is still suckling at my right breast, slurping like a greedy baby. I moan as a hot line of pleasure zings down to my core. He bites hard, and I yelp. I tangle my hands in his hair, and his rough stubble scratches my soft skin. It feels amazing, though, and I can’t get enough of it. I grip the sheets and thrust my breast upwards, smiling as Gabe lowers his lips to my left tit. Two hot mouths are pleasuring me now and it’s beyond amazing... it’s freaking electrifying.

  Their hands trail down to slip between my legs. I feel a thumb rubbing at my clit. Two fingers slip inside me… then three, rubbing and delving for my spot. All the while their hot mouths are sucking at my breasts, driving me wild. I can feel both their hands in my pussy, they’re stretching me wide as they pump in and out of me. I buck against them, the tingles building, my toes curling. The ache inside me is growing and I feel like I’m going to explode.

  Gabe pulls off my tit with a slurp and shuffles down the bed, his fingers still inside me. His tongue licks at my clit, and I let out a sharp hiss.

  Luke stops suckling my breast and claims my mouth, biting my lips and making me moan. “You’re amazing,” he says, breaking the kiss. “An absolute natural.”

  I arch my back, and grind my pussy against those fingers still inside me. They’re stroking me into a frenzy of need. I want their dicks. I want both cocks. I want to be fucking fucked by two men at the same time. Oh, sweet Jesus.

  Gabe laps at my clit, and I jerk and buck and mewl like crazy. Both his and Luke’s knuckles are rubbing against my opening, their fingers deep inside me. “I’m gonna come,” I whimper.

  “Climax for us,” Luke says. In a heartbeat, I explode with a force that takes my breath, shuddering and gasping while Gabe is still licking at my clit.

  He lifts himself off me and scoots up the bed. I stare at him, at my cum on his chin. He smirks and lowers his mouth to mine. Our tongues tangle and I taste myself, my muskiness. Eek, this is so erotic, and I love how it makes me feel. To think I was a virgin only a week ago; it’s like I’m living the biggest fantasy of my life.

  “Gonna fuck you now,” Luke chuckles. He moves down and lies between my thighs, his tongue flicking my nub. He reaches around me to grab hold of my asscheeks and pull my pussy to his mouth. His stubble is sandpaper rough against my soft skin, but it feels amazing.

  His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass. After the orgasm I’ve just had, I thought I was done. But no, I’m throbbing again, desperate for cock. I arch my back and grind against him. “Fuck me, please, Luke.”

  “You heard our girl,” Gabe grunts, kneeling to the left of me. “Drill her hard and open her up.”

  Gabe slips one knee under my head so that his cock is right next to my face. He grips my hand in his and works it up and down the thickness of his shaft. “That’s perfect,” he groans. “You’re becoming an expert.”

  “I’m going in now, babe,” Luke grunts. He spreads my thighs and kneels between them, sliding his tip against my clit; his piercing rubs me just right. I gasp as he thrusts once, and then again and again, over and over. Oh, yes, oh, yes, it feels incredible, his hardness slapping against my pussy and his divine dick drilling deep.

  Gabe meets my eye. “Open your mouth for me, darling.” He angles his body and nudges his cock against my lips. I do as he asks, sucking at the broad tip. “That’s my girl,” he moans, pushing more of his thickness against my tongue, and then thrusting until his tip touches the back of my throat. I can’t believe this is happening; the whole situation is surreal. I have one cock tickling my tonsils and other battering at my cervix.

  My heart pounds as my pussy is pounded. I can barely breathe. Luke is spearing into me, and I feel my cunt clench around him. I let out a shriek around Gabe’s cock, but Luke drills me faster, each stroke ripping a gasp from me. My tits bounce as he fucks into me, his cock filling me, pulling out, filling me again, slamming deep and withdrawing in a frenzied rhythm.

  “You like it?” he grunts.

  I can only nod. I love it. I freaking love it.

  Gabe withdraws completely from my mouth, long enough for me to take a gasping breath. Then he thrusts again and I’m stretched full of him. He plunges faster and more deeply, panting loudly. With each flurry of thrusts his dick sinks deeper, filling and stretching me.

  “You’re doing really well,” he moans. “I’m nearly there.” There’s a twitch from his cock followed by a long spurt as he fills my throat with his thick creamy cum; I swallow every drop. He pulls out and kisses me, tasting himself in my mouth. “Good girl.”

  Luke is still thrusting into me, his hips pounding madly. “Gonna come now,” he groans. I feel his hot seed flooding into me; I lift my ass from the bed, my pussy clamped tight around his cock, and I’m proud of myself for giving him such pleasure.

  All three of us are panting, and we’re slippery with sweat. Luke falls onto me, peppering kisses up my neck, jaw, and into my mouth. And then Gabe is kissing me too and the three of us are kissing each other, our bodies twisting, coiling together. They tell me how perfect I am, how they’re never been with anyone like me, and my heart flutters with happiness.

  “We’ve got to keep going, my darling,” Gabe says. “Get your pussy even more relaxed and wide for us.”

  The thought of there being more to come is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Luke reaches into the bedside table drawer and extracts a tube. “This is lubrication, babe. We need to stretch you some more so it won’t hurt when you take both of us.”

  I gulp, but give them what I hope is a confident smile.

  Luke squeezes the lube into his hand and rubs it in and around my pussy; it makes wet squelchy sounds and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

  Gabe pulls something else from the drawer, and holds it up for me to inspect. My stomach lurches… it’s a freaking dildo, black and shiny and huge.

  “Alright?” he asks.

  “Yes, oh yes,” I respond despite my nerves. I want this. I’ve been wanting it for days. And they want it too.

  “Good girl,” Luke says.

  His fingers stroke my opening while Gabe inserts the toy. He works it in deeper. Ouch! I let out a sharp hiss.

  “Help me, sweetheart. Push!”

  Push?

  It stings, it freaking stings, but I bite my lip and push onto the dildo. There’s a sudden sucking sensation.

  “Excellent,” Gabe says, turning the toy slowly. The punishing pain is turning into pleasure. Pure intoxicating pleasure. And I’m groaning and moaning and flooding with wetness.

  “You are bloody incredible,” Gabe says.

  “Oh, God,” is all I can reply.

  “Deeper now,” Luke says, placing his hand on top of Gabe’s.

  Together, they push the dildo even deeper and hot sparks spread from my clit to my breasts and back again, my pussy clamping at the toy as they move it up and down.

  “Nice?” Gabe asks.

  “Freaking awesome,” I manage amid panting breaths.

  Luke smiles his wolfish smile. “Faster now. Fuck the dildo, babe.”

  I lift my hips from the bed and circle and thrust, and they hold the toy firmly against me. Then they fuck me with it, adding more lube so I’m sopping. I’m getting looser by the second, filled with this monster of a fake cock, my pussy sucking on it.

  “Fuck me,” I squeal. “Both of you, I want both of you.”

  Luke laughs a dirty laugh. “Naughty girl! Calling the shots now, are you?”

  “Sorry,” I breathe.

  “Only joking, love,” he says, his green eyes twinkling. “Do you think she’s ready,
loverboy?”

  “Only one way of finding out,” Gabe says, pulling the dildo out with a squelch.

  I prop myself up on my elbows. Gabe’s eyes meet mine briefly, burning with desire and something more, something that makes my heart flutter in my chest. Luke is stroking his lovely long dick, tugging at the piercing. He catches my gaze and smirks.

  “Right, darling girl, we’ll take this slowly,” Gabe says, stretching out on the bed so that his legs dangle off the edge. “I want you to get on top of me, face me and ride my cock. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” I can do it, alright. My pussy is empty and wants to be filled. Filled with Gabe. Filled with Luke. And then fucking fucked.

  Straddling his hips, I lower myself onto him and his cock feels so good inside me… so freaking good as he lifts his ass off the bed and pushes himself up to the hilt.

  “Divine,” he grunts. “You feel absolutely divine with your hot little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  “Mind if I join you?” Luck snickers. I sense him behind us, and his warm breath tickles my shoulders. “Bend down so that I can take you doggy-style.”

  I fall forwards, my ass in the air, my bullet-hard nipples brushing Gabe’s chest.

  Luke caresses my back, resting his hands on my hips as he lifts and pushes me up and down on Gabe. “Do you like that, little girl?”

  “It’s amazing,” I breathe.

  Gabe closes his eyes, squeezes my tits, and then holds onto my arms. “You’re beautiful, Eleri. And the way you give yourself to us is beautiful. Thank you.”

  I want to reply, you’re welcome, but that would sound freaking lame.

  I can feel Luke’s cock nudging at my pussy from behind. “Be prepared for a little pain,” he grunts. “It won’t hurt for long.”

  How does he know?

  It stings like a bitch. I squirm and let out a yelp as Luke slides his big cock on top of Gabe’s and pushes it into my hole. Two cocks inside me. Two cocks stretching me. I wince and bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.

  Gabe’s deep ocean-blue eyes burn into mine. “Do you want us to stop?”

  “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.” I take in a breath. “It doesn’t hurt,” I lie.

  Luke pushes deeper, and I gasp.

  “Alright?” he asks.

  “Yes, yes. Fine.” And it is. I’ve stretched to accommodate them, and the pain is morphing into the most incredible sensation of fullness. And pleasure. Pure powerful pleasure. I bend and kiss Gabe on the lips, and he kisses me back.

  “God, Eleri,” Luke moans. “Loverboy’s cock rubbing mine inside your gorgeous pussy is the best. I’m just loving it.”

  And so am I, I want to say, but I can’t; my mouth is still full of Gabe. He’s kissing me, his tongue claiming mine; he puts his arms around me and holds me close.

  Luke angles himself so that he’s half-kneeling, half-standing, I see from the corner of my eye; he’s thrusting hard and deep. He strokes Gabe’s muscular thighs and then caresses my soft ones; a quiver of need goes through me.

  Gabe breaks the kiss, and he and Luke settle into an unhurried, steady rhythm. I squeal and mewl like there’s no tomorrow it feels so incredible. I’m on the brink already, they’ve found my g-spot between them, right at my centre, pressing on it, making glorious tingles spark right through me. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come!”

  “Do it,” Luke commands and I do. The release is like nothing I’ve experienced; it’s freaking huge, spiralling up from my pussy and rocking through my core in continuous waves.

  “Fill her up, loverboy,” Luke grunts. “Fill her with your cum. I’m about to explode.”

  Their cocks spasm inside me, and I feel so happy as I gaze deep into Gabe’s eyes. I just love how he looks as he comes… as he lets go and enjoys the moment.

  Gabe exhales slowly, caressing my hair with his fingers. “That was incredible.”

  Luke pulls out and slaps my ass. “Fucking amazing.”

  I roll off Gabe onto the bed. I feel empty, and squishy, and sore. Gabe fetches a cloth from the bathroom and wipes me down. “Just let me check you’re not bleeding” he says, parting my thighs and inspecting my pussy.

  My heart practically beats out of my chest. “Am I ok?”

  “You’re fine,” he says, kissing me on the lips. “I could run you a nice warm bath, if you like.”

  “I’ll have one in the morning. While you give the boys their breakfast.”

  Gabe kisses me behind the ear, his lips warm. He nuzzles my neck. “Tomorrow I’ll take you on a guided tour of the house. We’ll have lunch with Papa then head back to London. On Monday, I want you to take the day off.”

  I’m about to protest and say I’d like to spend all my time with him, Luke and the boys. I stop myself before the words spill from my silly mouth. I’m their nanny, I remind myself. They’re just having fun initiating me in sex. And I’m freaking loving it. I’ve got to stop this idiotic insta-love before my stupid heart gets broken.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  GABE

  DAWN LIGHT FILTERS between the half-closed floor-to-ceiling drapes. Luke is spooned around my back, his warm breath tickling my shoulders. Eleri is facing me, her beautiful face relaxed in sleep, her long dark eyelashes fanning her soft cheeks. God, she’s lovely… the loveliest, sweetest, sexiest girl. My morning hard-on strains against her thigh, and she shifts her position slightly. She was incredible last night; she’s coming along beautifully in her sexual initiation. I can’t stop myself from wondering where this is all going to lead, however. What will happen when she decides she’s had enough? She’ll want her own boyfriend one day, surely? The realisation gives me a sharp pain in the chest. How will we manage without her?

  She stirs again and opens her eyes, her smile slow and relaxed. Good, she’s not having regrets. “Hey,” she whispers.

  “Morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

  “Like I wouldn’t mind that nice warm bath you offered last night,” she says with a wince.

  “Sore?”

  “Just a bit,” she says softly. “Well, more than a bit, to be honest. I feel like I imagine it must feel to have just given birth.”

  I stroke her cheek, breathe in her divine scent. She’ll have children, one day, I suppose. The thought makes my stomach churn. Another man’s children. Fuck!

  “You were wonderful last night, Eleri.”

  Her eyes shine. “Really?” There’s pride in her voice.

  “Yes. Really.” I kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll go and run you that bath.”

  I slip out of the bed and make my way to the door, Eleri behind me. there’s a large old-fashioned tub in the bathroom opposite. The plumbing at Aldridge is state of the arc instead of art; the pipes shake when I turn on the hot water tap. But the cast-iron tub with porcelain interior and claw feet, probably over a hundred years old, is almost certainly a collector’s item.

  I take my morning leak, and Eleri does the same after me. We’re familiar enough with each other’s bodily functions for it not to cause embarrassment.

  There’s a sound from the corridor and we both jump. Luke comes through the door. “Mind if I join you? I’ve brought the phone to hear the child monitor.”

  “I’m running Eleri a bath,” I say.

  “Christ, it’s huge,” he laughs, staring at it. “Room for three?”

  “But no sex,” I growl. “Our darling girl is a tad sore.”

  He places his phone on the window ledge and holds up his hands. “What do you take me for? A sadist?”

  “No, but you’re a dirty bugger when you want to be.” I pull him against me to give him a wet slobbery kiss on the side of his face, loving the feel of his scratchy stubble against my lips. The contrast with Eleri’s softness is… perfect and, it occurs to me, so bloody right. Is it selfish to hope she’ll stay with us long-term? And how would Luke feel about that?

  He pisses into the toilet bowl while I test the water temperature in the bath,
Eleri switching her gaze from me to him and back to me again, her eyes shining with warmth. Does she feel it too? This… rightness? Luke seems oblivious to it. He’s just going with the flow, and I must behave like him or I’ll risk our relationship. I love him and the boys too much to even consider doing that. But Eleri, there’s something about her, her sweet nature, that makes me think she’s trustworthy. Not the kind of woman who’d run off like my mother did, and then die in a car crash in Monte Carlo. Eleri is just so wonderfully Eleri. What you see is what you get.

  I hold out my hand to her, and she takes it while stepping over the rim of the tub. The hot water presses against her legs; she lowers herself and lets out a hiss.

  I stare straight into her eyes. “Does it sting?”

  She nods. “Only a little.”

  “Budge over,” Luke says, stepping into the bath behind her. Trust him to pick the end without the taps. He stretches out his legs and gently leans her back against his chest, lifting her hair from the nape of her neck and giving her a kiss. “Feeling better now?” he asks.

  “Yes, thanks.”

  I step in on the other side of her and draw up my knees. There’s not much room at my end, so I drape my arms across the rim of the tub.

  She reaches for the soap and rubs it over her long arms and shapely breasts. Then she washes between her legs, wincing again. “Here you go,” she says, passing it to me.

  I’ve just finished washing when Luke’s phone echoes with a shout, “Daddy, Papa! We’re awake and we want our breakfast!!”

  “I’ll go,” I say resignedly, pushing myself up to standing position. “Have a nice, relaxing soak, sweetheart.” I glance at Luke. “I’ll meet you in the nursery, tiger. Be good!” I step out of the bath and grab a towel before rushing into our bedroom to change.

  AN HOUR LATER, I’m looking for Eleri, but I can’t find her anywhere. She’s not in her room, not in the kitchen, not in the nursery. Luke has taken the boys out for a walk to enable me to show her around, but she’s bloody disappeared. Where the hell is she?

  I push open the door to Papa’s study. Blow me, she’s there with him, their heads bent together over what looks like an old document spread on his desk.