Monkey's Uncle

by Tymber Dalton

Idea!

  A delicious, evilly delectable idea that would likely leave her walking funny tomorrow. She wrenched her lips free long enough to look over her shoulder at Oscar. “Over there on the shelf. Green box.” She let Yankee pull her down on top of him again.

  Oscar got up and stepped over to the shelf and pulled the box down.

  He laughed and grabbed a condom and several of the foil envelopes of lube from the box. “You want these?”

  Yankee let her lift her head to talk. “I want both your cocks inside me. I’ll get a spit roast later. I want this now, while we’re alone in here and I can yell my farking head off. Logistically, we might not get another chance for a while. Lube me up, buttercup, and let’s get this party started.”

  “Pragmatic and logical,” Yankee said, grinning ear to ear. “I love that in a woman.”

  “Oh, baby,” Oscar said. “You’re going to do more than just get both our cocks in you. We’re going to start there.” He grabbed the roll of paper towel she kept by the sink and returned to the bed. Yankee spread his legs, forcing hers wider apart as Oscar knelt behind her.

  He ripped open a couple of the single-use lube pouches and squirted them down the seam of her ass, working it in with one finger, gently massaging her rim as he breached the tight ring of muscle.

  Yankee reached between their bodies and fisted his cock before guiding it into her cunt, which made her moan with need. She wanted to slam her body up and down on him but he grabbed her hair again and kissed her, fucking her with his tongue as he did.

  “Gonna get you ready,” Oscar said, his voice already sounding strained. “You want two cocks, you got two cocks. And when we finish this round, we’ll get cleaned up and do it all over again, giving you that spit roast you want so badly.”

  She let out a soft, needy moan into Yankee’s mouth.

  “That’s it,” Oscar said. “Make all the noise you want. We’re all alone here. We’re going to spend the night making you come over and over again. We’ve spent the last couple of weeks listening to Doc and Tango and Pandora getting it on, and there’s only so much satisfaction a man can get from his own fist before it kind of becomes pointless.”

  He must have had his finger inside her all the way up to his knuckle. Taking his time, he teased her, fucking her with it, making her clit throb with every thrust. She’d had anal before, but it had been a while. She was glad she didn’t need to stop him and warn him about the art of foreplay and preparation.

  Oscar withdrew his finger from her ass, then carefully started working a second inside her. She froze, forcing her body to relax and accept it as he slowly stretched her.

  Then Yankee reached between their bodies again and found her clit. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and drawing more moans from her. Suddenly, the fingers in her ass felt a lot better. And she wanted more.

  A lot more.

  “That’s it, baby,” Yankee encouraged. “You like that, don’t you? Fuck his hand. You wanted two cocks, you need to be ready for two cocks. We’re going to wreck you like we stole you and come back for seconds.”

  Another whimper escaped her. This was what she’d wanted, fantasized about so many nights alone in her bed. Better, actually, because in her fantasies it was just one guy.

  Why couldn’t I have found guys like this in college? I never would have left the States!

  Okay, maybe that made her shallow, she didn’t care.

  All she cared about was how good it was feeling to be stuffed full of twunk cock, and how much better it was soon going to feel to have an orgasm triggered by someone who wasn’t her.

  By the time Oscar had worked up to three fingers, she was close to begging them to make her come, but Yankee wouldn’t let her rush him. “Just hold on. Wouldn’t be fair for me to get to feel you coming on my cock and not let him feel it, too.”

  Finally, the fingers in her ass disappeared. She heard Oscar rip off a piece of paper towel and wipe his hand before he tore open a second pouch of lube and drizzled it down the crack of her ass. Another sound, and then she felt him pressing the head of his condom-clad cock against her ass.

  “Okay,” Oscar said. “You wanted it, now you’re getting it.” Slowly, torturously slow, he pressed forward, pulling back and making more progress with each thrust, until the head of his cock was through her rim and tightly fisted inside her ass.

  “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight!” Oscar groaned. “Dude, you’d better be ready to come fast, because I will not last in her.”

  Oscar worked his cock deeper fraction at a time as she braced herself against Yankee’s ripped chest. She wanted to slam her body down onto their cocks, to beg them to stop screwing around and fuck her already, but the men were in control.

  Finally, she felt Oscar’s thighs pressed against the backs of hers. “Okay,” he said, still sounding strained. “Get her off. Now. Make her come.”

  Yankee’s hand sped up, and before she could even think about catching her breath her orgasm slammed into her. The feeling of her body squeezing their cocks, along with the sweet burn of having her ass stuffed, only intensified the pleasure.

  “That’s it,” Oscar encouraged. He reached around her and found her nipples, pinching and rolling them while Yankee kept her climax going by playing with her clit.

  “Start moving,” Oscar told her. “Fuck our cocks, baby. You get to do a little of the work.”

  She could hardly breathe from how great it felt, the pleasure that was nothing like her little solo orgasms. Somehow, she managed to start rocking her hips against them, finally finding a motion and rhythm that worked for her.

  “Goddamn,” Yankee grunted. “That is sooo fucking hot.”

  She closed her eyes and threw her head back, the moans freely rolling from her now as she completely released herself to the passion and pleasure her body was immersed in, sandwiched between the twunks.

  One guy would never be enough again, she knew that now. This treat had spoiled her for life.

  She only hoped they’d have more than just this one night, because it had definitely jumped to the top of her personal mental highlight reel.

  Another run up the scale, and then a second orgasm shattered her nervous system.

  “Oh, yeah,” Oscar said. “You just came again, didn’t you?”

  She thought maybe she whined an affirmative at them, she didn’t know. But Oscar pinched her nipples even harder. “Keep moving, baby. Harder. Faster. We want to see you fuck another one out of yourself.”

  She hoped the bed stood up under the strain of the three of them, plus what felt like riding a bucking bronco. Her ass had loosened up and was easily accepting Oscar’s cock deep inside her. And it was keeping Yankee’s cock pressed against her G-spot, which only made everything feel better.

  The men held back until they felt her body shudder one more time. “Okay,” Oscar said, releasing her nipples and grabbing hold of her hips. “My turn.” He fucked her, hard and fast and then before she could even shift her balance to brace herself she felt his fingers digging into her, followed by his low moan of pleasure as he finished.

  But before he pulled out, Yankee let go of her clit and grabbed her by the waist, bouncing her on top of him as he fucked his cock up into her pussy, hard and deep and fast. She opened her eyes in time to see his drop closed. He made a really sexy face as he finally came, his groan of pleasure different and yet similar to his brother’s.

  Silence, broken only by the sound of them catching their breaths and the whirring of the box fan in the window, filled the room.

  Then Oscar withdrew, and the bed creaked as he got out. She collapsed on top of Yankee, her eyes falling closed again. She listened to the sounds of Oscar cleaning up at the sink, and Yankee’s slowing pulse thrumming in her ear.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he stroked her back. “Good?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “Don’t fall asleep,” Oscar said. “Give us five minutes, we’ll be ready again. I know I’ll easi
ly be able to bust a nut at least one more time.”

  “So romantic,” she teased, eyes still closed.

  “Says the woman begging to be tag-teamed and spit-roasted,” Yankee joked. He gently put a hand on top of her head and started pushing. “Get down there and get his interest back up. I heard someone requesting a spit roast.”

  She lifted her head and smiled at him before crawling down the bed and taking his cock into her mouth.

  He let out a hiss. “Easy. It’s sensitive. Be gentle.”

  His cock throbbed in her mouth as she gently laved her tongue over it.

  Oscar walked over to the bed. She was touched to find he’d wet a few paper towels with warm water when he reached behind her and cleaned her up. After throwing them away, he cl back onto the bed. “Scoot up,” he told Yankee. “I’m out of room.”

  Yankee did, keeping a hand on the back of her head to keep her in place. She was forced to move up the bed with him, and then Oscar grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to her knees. When he knelt behind her, between her legs, he fisted his cock and she felt him swipe the head up and down the opening of her well-fucked cunt.

  “Now I can last longer,” Oscar said.

  Yankee’s cock twitched, slowly growing hard again under her ministrations. “Me, too,” he said. “Get comfy, girl. We promised you a thorough wrecking, and that’s what you’re going to get.”

  Another moan escaped her. They were definitely men of their word.

  It wasn’t long before both cocks were hard again and she found herself rocking back and forth between them, impaled at both ends by the twunks.

  Oscar reached around her and found her clit with his hand. “Okay, baby. This time, you can scream your head off.”

  Yankee had cupped her head with both hands and was now in control, fucking her mouth. “Yeah, I’ll just slide my cock a little deeper down your throat when you start to get too loud.”

  Her eyes dropped closed again. This was the most action she’d had…well, in ever, but the men had seemingly unlocked secrets about her body even she didn’t have access to.

  Or maybe I’m just that horny and they’re just that hot.

  Or it could have been a mix of the two. At that moment, she really didn’t care about the whys, only that fortunately for her they were as good with their hands and cocks as they were at their jobs.

  She didn’t know how long she lay there between them, but Oscar finally took pity on her after coaxing a third orgasm out of her.

  “Okay, I think she’s had enough,” he said.

  “Good,” Yankee said, “because I’m starting to have trouble holding back.”

  Oscar sat up and grabbed her hips again. Now his thrusts were hard, pounding, fast, deep, and she was shocked when one last, small orgasm washed through her.

  “Ooh, baby likes that.”

  She could do no more than whimper in agreement.

  Yankee picked up the pace, too, and they soon settled into a rhythm that she had no control over. Yankee’s cock grew hot and hard and then he said, “You’re going to swallow like a good girl, aren’t you?”

  Even if she hadn’t been a swallower, the way he said it, the tone piercing right through her core, would have made her one. But then she was too busy swallowing, enjoying the way his entire body went rigid when his balls tightened and he shot his load of cum into her mouth.

  Oscar finished then, leaving his cock deep inside her as he knelt behind her, catching his breath.

  Now she was ready for sleep. They’d exhausted her in the good way, not just her body, but her mind and soul, too. She knew that tonight she’d sleep well, better than she had in a long, long time.

  The bed was a tight fit, but Oscar collapsed behind her and rolled to his side, spooning her against him, while Yankee turned to face her.

  “If you wake up in the process of being fucked,” Yankee teased, “don’t mind us. Unless you want to help.”

  She snickered. “You are men of your word. I’m wrecked.”

  Oscar kissed her shoulder, ending with a little nip that sent pleasant shivers through her. “When we promise to wreck you, we mean it.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Reverend Hannibal Silo let his mind drift as his driver took him home to his modest, albeit high-walled and gated, home in Albuquerque. Back in college, Silo never would have imagined where life would take him. He’d always had aspirations to make a name for himself, become rich, but if someone had told him back then that he’d do it as a preacher, he would have laughed in their face.

  The best thing to ever happen to him was when Mary, a friend and someone he tutored, snubbed him. It led to him teaching her a lesson she’d never forget.

  The lesson that insured she married him, and remained firmly under his control from that day forward.

  Meaning he married into her family’s money.

  His business degree at the time had been a practical choice. But the first time he went to church with Mary and her family and witnessed the preacher’s effect on people as he gave a moving sermon, that was when Hannibal knew what his true calling was. He’d surreptitiously glanced around, wondering at the hidden pull the man in the pulpit had on the full sanctuary, well over two hundred people, at least.

  The fact that Silo had to keep his eyes from bugging out when he watched the overflowing offering plates being passed around didn’t hurt any, either.

  And that was just for that particular service. They held three on Sundays, two in the mornings and a third at night, plus a Wednesday evening sermon.

  Silo did quick calculations in his head and wondered if he was pursuing the wrong degree.

  Mary’s ultraconservative father was a successful banker. At first, he’d expressed his doubts when his new son-in-law started dabbling in religion by taking a seminary course from a local community college at nights and on the weekends.

  But when Hannibal Silo finally completed his seminary course two years later and started taking turns in the church pulpit, his father-in-law had changed his mind and fully encouraged Hannibal to follow his obviously true “calling.”

  Especially when the church’s tithes went up by fifteen percent every time Hannibal preached, and they had to add two more sermons per week to the schedule to accommodate the influx of new members, as well as members who wanted to attend Hannibal’s sermons.

  That lead to a full-time position at the church when the incumbent preacher retired two years later. The congregation explosively grew, the charismatic young preacher expanding their congregation with his message of love and acceptance of others, equality for women in the home, the workplace, and in the church, in addition to adhering to the teachings of the Bible. His inclusive flavor of the Holy Spirit drew people disenfranchised by more divisive and exclusive rhetoric espoused by other churches.

  He even created a program in conjunction with religious leaders of other faiths in Albuquerque to teach peace and tolerance.

  In return, he ended up pulling in even more parishioners who showed up out of curiosity and stayed because his message resonated with them.

  It didn’t take long for Hannibal’s congregation to outgrow the church. He opened a new one, in an old converted big-box store large enough to hold the thousands who wanted to attend every sermon he gave.

  After ten years, not only was he popular with his own church, he was asked to go on a speaking tour, write a book, and another…

  By the time Mary’s parents died in an influenza outbreak seventeen years after Hannibal married their daughter, he’d more than earned their love and respect.

  And in return for Mary becoming his wife, Hannibal had never shown her parents the two-hour video of their daughter acting like a whore, begging to be gang-banged at a frat house party after he’d paid a pharmacology student friend of his to spike her drink.

  It was her own fault, really. She never should have snubbed him.

  It was the first lesson he’d taught her. Her rightful place under him as his wife.
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br />   He’d soon beaten the stuck-up attitude out of her ass with his belt. Every night, before she performed her wifely duties on him.

  Unlike many other famous religious men, he’d never been tempted to stray. Oh, sure, flirt a little, what harm in that? But he took great pleasure in making his wife submit to him every night.

  Took pleasure in the tears she always shed as an offering to him, her master.

  Just as the Bible said it should be.

  His wife’s latest day nurse, Elise, offered him a smile when he walked into the living room. “How was she today, Elise?”

  “Another quiet day, Reverend.”

  He gave her the benign, practiced smile. “Thank you, my dear. Have a lovely evening.”

  “And you, sir.”

  He waited until he heard her car start up and head down the driveway before letting the smile slip from his face. Walking down the hall, his cock was already beginning to grow hard. Sure enough, as he expected, there sat Mary on the end of her bed, waiting, dressed only in her housecoat.

  Tonight she started sniffling immediately as she turned, hiked her housecoat up over her hips to expose her bare ass, and bent over the bed.

  Without a word he unfastened his belt and pulled it from the loops before walking across the bedroom.

  “Since you didn’t keep me waiting tonight, I’ll return the favor.”

  He quickly administered her daily discipline, slicing strokes across her ass with the belt until both cheeks were red and glowing. Only when his cock was so hard he couldn’t stand it anymore did he unfasten his pants, withdraw his cock, and fuck her pussy like that.

  It didn’t take him long to come. It never did after he’d used the belt on her.

  When I recruit my new wives, one of the first things I’ll do will be to take great pleasure in indoctrinating them to proper discipline and wifely behavior.

  Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to resort to using the drugs he used on Mary to keep her docile. Then again, she’d been on them so long now that if he did discontinue them she’d probably die from withdrawals.

  When he stood, she turned and knelt in front of him, mouth open and ready.