by Anita Kidesu
“You’re going to put your cock in my rear?” She’d heard about this, but never had experienced it. Desire, along with fear, pulsed through her.
“Yes. Tonight, we’re going to take you at the same time, if you’re willing.” Jon leaned down and whispered in her ear, “We’ve been dreaming of this. One of us in your pussy and one in your ass. Baby, we’re going to fuck you until you scream. Will you let us?”
The butterflies were back in her stomach, only this time not from nerves, but excitement. She ground her aching nipples into the sheets. All she could do was nod.
A finger entered her tight hole. Holy shit. She jerked from the pressure that quickly turned to pleasure. Nerve endings she didn’t know she had screamed for more. Could she come this way?
“I got one in,” Matt said, his voice hoarse.
Jon stepped away from her. “I need to help.”
“Spread her ass wider.”
Jon nudged her legs apart. She glanced over her shoulder. Matt knelt on her right while Jon was on her left with his hands at the top of her ass, easing her cheeks farther apart. She wished she could see what Matt was doing.
Matt’s deep breath blew across her skin. “Second finger.”
Her sphincter muscles clenched around his fingers. She clutched the sheets and bit into a pillow. Her head grew light at the frenzy ball of need building inside her core.
“Are you all right, sweetie?”
She nodded.
“Scissor.”
What the hell? She jerked onto her elbows. “You’re not going to cut me!”
Matt frowned and stilled his fingers. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, we’re not going to cut you.”
“Why the scissors?”
“Oh, baby,” Jon said, laughing. “We’re not going to cut you. Lie still and feel.”
With no reason not to trust them, Reenie lay back down on the pillow. Matt did something inside her ass, like he was stretching her, sending rivers of delicious heat through her body. Her pussy muscles pulsed, begging for a cock to fill the ache between her legs.
“You like?” Jon leaned at her side again. His eyes shone with pleasure. “He’s only moving his fingers like scissors.”
“Oh.”
“Third one.”
Reenie bit back a groan. Had she known how incredible it felt to have her ass invaded, she would have tried it sooner.
Jon leaned into her ear. “I’m going to put my fingers in your pussy. Matt will fingerfuck your ass while do I the same to your pussy.”
As Jon inched inside her pussy, it felt tighter as it pulsed around his finger. She lifted her ass upward, urging them to give her more. A rush of juices slid from her entrance. Those magic fingers began thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy at the same time. Her heartbeat pounded in her head, and needles of electricity shot through her. Her hips rose and fell, trying to keep up with their invading digits.
“Oh. Ohhh…” She didn’t scream but came damn close as her body exploded for a second time. In her fogged mind, she barely noticed them pulling out their fingers, removing the pillows, and rolling her to her back. It was an effort, but she managed to open her eyes to mere slits. Matt and Jon were rolling condoms over their cocks. Guess she wasn’t going to get a chance to taste them.
Matt lay on his back. “Come here, sweetie.”
With her body still languid from her orgasm, Reenie was thankful when Matt rolled her on top of him. His kiss was deep and demanding, his breath hot and fast against her skin. He broke the kiss and touched his forehead to hers.
“This is what we’re going to do. Jon is going to ease into your ass. I want you to relax and breathe deep. Do you understand?”
Reenie nodded and before she had a chance to think it through, the mattress dipped between her legs. She peered over her shoulder.
Jon squirted lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together. “I’m going to warm them up this time.”
Even with his attempt to warm the lube up, she jumped when he touched the liquid to her anus.
Matt looked deep into her eyes, concern and desire written in them. “Ready? Remember to relax.” He nodded at Jon, then reached down and spread her cheeks apart.
Jon’s cock teased her, straining against her with its tip. It burned as he pushed himself in. She held her breath.
“Breathe, sweetie.” Matt rubbed her back. “Remember to relax.” He pressed down on her lower back.
“The tip is in.”
She shivered. Hell, if that was only the tip, what would it be like when his entire cock was inside? Her muscles contracted as if trying to draw him in. Heaven knew she wanted more of him.
“A little more, baby.” Jon’s voice sounded as if he was in pain.
Pressure. Stretching. Pressure. Stretching. She was going to die from the intense pleasure.
“Half in.”
Oh. Shit.
“She’s.” Jon went deeper. “So.” Deeper. “Fucking.” Deeper. “Fantastic.”
How was there room for all of him? She wanted to make him pull out while at the same time needing more. She was torn between one full-fledged mass of undiluted pleasure and delicious pain. Pleasure was winning.
Jon drew in a trembling breath. “In.”
Reenie’s body shuddered. Her heart beat against Matt’s chest while her pussy pulsed as if it was jealous of being empty.
After a few moments of letting her get used to Jon’s cock in her ass, Matt whispered against her hair, “Ready for me?”
Hell, yes. She wanted the entire experience; an experience she knew would ruin her for any other type of sex. She nodded. Jon held her waist as Matt reached between their bodies and prodded his cock against her pussy. She welcomed Matt’s heat, his size as he eased into her pussy. With each inch, she felt more and more full. Need gnawed at her, nearly spiraling her from consciousness.
Jon’s cock pulsed inside her ass. “I can’t hold still anymore.”
“I’m ready for more.” She arched her spine, anticipating their movements.
Jon partially pulled out from her ass, gripped her waist, and glided back in. Matt lowered his hips, slid his cock from her pussy then back in. Were they being gentle with her because it was her first time? Who cared? This was the most intense, powerful, soul-shattering thing that had ever happened to her.
They began alternating their movements. First Jon. Then Matt. Back and forth. In and out until she couldn’t tell one from the other. Even their moans mingled together.
Reenie fought for breath. She wasn’t sure how to move, so she let them plunge in and out without her help. Every nerve ending, every hair follicle was ready to explode with pleasure. Her skin burned. A scream rent the air. Reenie bit down on Matt’s neck and gripped the sheets as a death-defying orgasm shot through her. Her toes curled into the mattress. Her heart pounded in her ears. It would be a miracle if she could ever breathe again.
Matt stilled and grabbed a handful of her hair as his moan vibrated through her body. Warmth filled her pussy.
Jon pumped harder and harder into her ass, his balls slapping against the thin membrane separating him from his brother. “Fuck!”
As she slowly came back to reality, Reenie luxuriated in the pleasure they’d given her. Sandwiched between them, their hearts beat against her chest and back as their breathing returned to normal. Jon peppered kisses on the back of her neck.
“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. Thank you, baby.” Stretching his arms against the bed, Jon raised himself from her back.
Reenie flinched as he eased from her ass. Matt brushed strands of hair from her face and kissed her temple. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just burns a little.” No way was she going to let them know that it stung. How would she be able to explain that the pleasure was worth the pain?
Matt slipped from her pussy, and Reenie shivered from the loss of their combined heat as she flopped to her back.
“We’ll be right back,�
�� Matt said, covering her with a sheet.
A yawn cracked her jaw. She snuggled into a pillow. “I’ll be right here.” Struggling to stay awake, she kept her attention on Jon and Matt’s conversation from the bathroom. With their voices lowered, she was unable to tell one from the other.
“Think we hurt her?”
“How the hell should I know? I’ve never had a cock shoved up my ass.”
“I should hope not.”
“I’ve also never been with a woman who was a virgin that way.”
Why couldn’t they say something that would give her an indication as to who was talking?
“I’ve never come so hard before. I thought I was going to pass out.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
Someone turned on the water, drowning out their voices. Reenie resisted the temptation to get out of bed and sneak to the bathroom to eavesdrop better. The water stopped.
What now? Was their evening over? After the most amazing sex she’d ever had, she sure as hell hoped not. She wanted more. Her chest squeezed.
Now that they’d both had her, was it possible they didn’t want her anymore? Look what had happened to Ashley. She couldn’t stand it if they left her. Was she over-thinking things, letting her mind go off on a wrong tangent? Maybe she should leave before they sent her from their lives.
Reenie slid from the bed and searched for her clothes. She recalled the careful way Matt had folded them and placed them on the spare bed. Even her panties that she distinctly remembered dropping to the floor were now neatly on top. As she picked them up, a voice called out. She yanked the top sheet from the bed to cover herself.
****
Matt glanced up from the bundle of warm, damp washcloths encased in a towel. His mouth went dry. Holy shit. Reenie stood with a sheet in her hand, naked as the day she was born, breasts rising and falling with her rapid breath, hair in disarray and tumbling over her shoulders. Even with a frown marring her face, she was gorgeous.
Her lips were set in a flat, straight line. What had happened to those full lips he’d kissed a short time ago? Those beautiful green eyes squinted at them as a tear rolled down one cheek.
What the hell did she have to be upset about? What had happened in the five minutes they were in the bathroom?
“Why aren’t you in bed?” Matt asked.
She dropped the sheet and held onto the bed.
Should he pretend nothing was wrong? Hell, that was easy enough. He had no idea what was wrong. “How are you feeling, sweetie?”
“Did we do something to her?” Jon said behind Matt’s back.
Matt took a step toward her. “Did we hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me.”
Matt held up the towel, holding the washcloths. “We were just coming back to clean you up. We thought warm cloths would be soothing.” Why was she frowning? Was she embarrassed they’d do something so intimate? Hell, two men making love with her was about as intimate as one could get.
“You were?” She frowned.
Jon touched her arm. Brave man. “Yes, we were. We want to take care of you.”
Her frown deepened. “You do?”
What the hell was going through her mind? Matt chanced a step closer. “Yes, we do.”
Another tear ran down her cheek. Not a good idea watching her boobs when she seemed so upset, but when they bounced at her hiccough… Well he was a hot-blooded man, and that’s what they did when presented with bare breasts.
She worried her bottom lip. “I thought maybe…maybe…”
Matt brought his attention back to her face. “Maybe what?”
Reenie raised her chin. “I thought that once we had sex”—she twirled a finger between them—“you wouldn’t need me anymore.”
Matt set the towels on the rumpled sheets and faced her, holding her upper arms. “How in heaven’s name would you think that? Hell, we were just talking about how being with you was the best sex we’ve ever had.”
Reenie dropped her chin to her chest. A tear slid down her cheek. “I had a friend who spent a weekend with two guys. When she woke in the morning, they were gone. No note. No phone calls. Nothing. It’s just that…” She shrugged. “I guessed I thought that’s what you’d do.”
Jon stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders. “Neither of us has ever felt this way about a woman before. We know it’s probably too soon, but we want you to move in with us.”
When she finally raised her head to look at him, joy glittered through her tears. Matt’s heart lurched. Could that mean she was good with the idea?
Goosebumps pebbled her arms. Yeah, she was cool all right, but probably not the way he hoped. The woman was cold. Damn.
“Can we get back into bed?” He nodded to the disheveled bed.
Without a word, Reenie crawled across the mattress.
“Lay on your stomach again.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked once a pillow was beneath her chest.
Oh, that ass. Those long, long legs. That tapered waist. Matt’s cock rose in appreciation. Too soon. He needed to concentrate on taking care of her lovely body.
“Soothe your aching muscles,” Jon answered, kneeling beside her. He touched several small red marks on either side of her waist. “Sorry,” he whispered, kissing each one.
Reenie glanced over her shoulder. “Why?”
“I was too rough on your lovely skin.”
“Did you hear me complaining? Didn’t you say you would make me scream?” Reenie laid her head on her folded arms, her head facing Jon. “Anyway, I think I screamed. And with pleasure, I might add.”
The sight of the red marks broke Matt’s heart. He released his pent-up breath. She had screamed but in pleasure.
When Jon was finished kissing each bruise, Jon spread a towel across her back and ass. “Washcloths.”
Matt pulled one from the bundled towel. “They’ve cooled off. I’m going to put them in the microwave.” A short time, later he lay the warmed cloths on the towel and covered it with another towel. “Spread your legs, sweetie.”
“Oh, that feels so good,” Reenie said after he placed a warm cloth against her ass and pussy.
Jon lay against her side, while Matt stretched out on her other. He pulled the sheet and blankets over them.
“Before we all fall asleep, let’s discuss our situation,” Jon said, looking over her back at Matt.
“And what situation would that be?” she mumbled into her arms.
Would she go for it? Matt certainly hoped so. “The situation where we all live together.”
Reenie lifted her head. Her eyes were wide below raised eyebrows. “You were serious?”
“We are serious,” Jon said.
Reenie didn’t say anything. Only looked back and forth between him and his brother. If she kept that up, she’d throw her neck out.
“So, what do you think, sweetie?” This time Matt glanced at Jon over her back. Like they did when they were young and wanted something, Jon closed his eyes and crossed his fingers. He wouldn’t open them until he received an answer. Matt was tempted to do the same, but since he held Reenie’s attention, he’d better not. She’d probably think they were crazy, men acting like little boys, which wouldn’t be good for talking her into moving in with them.
What he did do was hold his breath and close his eyes like Jon. He’d rather not see her look of denial. If he was a better praying man, he’d send a few to the man upstairs, but he doubted his asking for a live-in ménage would be answered in a positive way. Why was she taking so long to answer? This didn’t bode well.
****
Reenie bit her bottom lip. How long would Matt hold his breath while waiting for her answer? Did he even realize what he was doing? While she sensed Jon on the other side of her, she needed to find out Matt’s reaction.
She turned and peeked at him from the corner her eye. His hands rested on his thighs. Did he have his fingers crossed? With his eyes closed and teeth biting into his bottom lip, he look
ed like a little boy praying his parents would let him get a puppy. Sweet. Really sweet.
Reenie’s heart swelled. They did want her to live with them. Would she be crazy to agree or crazy not to?
Grabbing the pillow to her chest, Reenie rolled over, letting the towels fall to the bed. She tossed them to the floor, sat up against the pillows and headboard, and pulled the sheet up to her chin. Talking about a change in her life style while naked was embarrassing. And if they stared at her boobs, she’d never be able to concentrate.
“Matt, you can breathe now. Jon, uncross your fingers. You can both open your eyes.” She patted the mattress on either side of her and lifted the sheet. They lay on their backs side-by-side but didn’t touch her. They probably looked like three statues. If Matt covered his ears, Jon his mouth, and herself her eyes, they’d look like “see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil.”
“Have you decided?” Matt finally asked, taking her hand in his.
Reenie immediately tugged it away. “I can’t think when you touch me.” She folded her hands in her lap. “I have a few questions. No, make that a lot of questions.”
“Shoot,” Matt and Jon said together.
“First of all, have you ever lived with others in a ménage before?”
“No,” they said in unison.
“How do you know if this would work?” As soon as she said the words, she knew the answer. “Oh. I forgot about your parents and grandparents. But what makes you think the three of us can make a go of it?”
Matt attempted to take her hand again. “How would we know unless we try?”
Weren’t they listening to her? Didn’t they worry about them failing? “But what if things don’t work out?”
Jon tipped his head to the side. “What if they do?”
“You’re not worried?”
“Nope,” they answered in unison.
Did they have to answer in unison? “Where would we live? My lease is almost up, and my place is too small for three people, so mine is out.”
Jon rolled to face her. He twisted the end of her hair around a finger. She slapped him away.
“I guess it should be our place.” Jon rubbed the back of his hand and grinned.
