Part 20 (1/2)

She loved them both. She loved them equally. But more, she was more and more certain that she loved them because they were two.

She looked from Mel, to Connor, and back. She couldn't explain to them with words, but maybe she could show them with her actions. When she saw that she had both men's eyes on her, she bent to Connor, and drew his c.o.c.k into her mouth. She stroked it with her tongue, gathering in the salty flavor. She swirled around the tiny hole at the top, stealing the drop of pre-c.u.m, and then slowly slid her mouth off of him, and turned to Mel. Her focus absolute, she bent over him and sucked his c.o.c.k exactly as she had his partner's. Their tastes were unique, but complementary. She loved the way they tasted one at a time, and she loved the flavor of them both on her tongue at the same time.

One, then the other and back, she lavished her love on them, hoping they got her message. When they took their eyes off her and looked at each other, she thought that maybe, just maybe, they did.

She felt their heat rise, their c.o.c.ks harden, and as she extended the fingers of each hand down and stroked their b.a.l.l.s she felt those tiny but mighty organs draw up, readying. She wondered if they would let her finish what she'd started. She loved the flavor of them both and counted it a blessing when they would let her drink their seed.

”Our turn.”

Mel moved, and before she could blink he had her flat on the bed. He kissed her, then began to work his way down her body. With lips and teeth and tongue, he aroused her even as Connor turned her head toward him and laid his lips on hers.

Hot and wet and carnal, his kiss tapered and then he, too, began to work his way down her body.

Emily Anne cried out in pleasure when both men fastened their lips on one of her nipples at the same time. Those tiny points of flesh turned into tight little buds as her men lapped, sucked, and nipped at them.

Her body bowed off the bed as she whimpered out her pleasure.

Two hands, one of Connor's and one of Mel's, stroked her stomach and pressed down, as if to hold her in place. Their hands petted and caressed, working lower until they took turns teasing her slit.

Then their touch slowed and fell into sync one with the other and then, Oh G.o.d, yes, fingers entered her c.u.n.t and she knew that they each had one finger inside of her.

They were arousing her together, and nothing had ever felt so profoundly wonderful as that.

They lifted their heads from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and raised themselves up so she could see them both. But they left their hands on her c.u.n.t, their fingers inside her, and as she looked from one to the other, her arousal grew with the knowledge that they were both finger f.u.c.king her at the same time.

”Which one of us do you want in your a.s.s tonight, sweetheart?” Connor had asked the question. They continued to stroke her as they waited for her to choose.

She had no intention of choosing one of them over the other.

She gave them a grin that felt more than just a bit naughty.

”I want you both in my a.s.s tonight. And I really don't care which one of you goes first, as long as someone f.u.c.ks me in the a.s.s soon. I'm so h.o.r.n.y, I can't stand it.”

The men looked at each other for a long moment. Connor nodded, and Mel sighed.

”Are you sure, precious?”

”Very sure. Please, f.u.c.k me the way I need to be f.u.c.ked right now.”

”Come here, angel eyes.” Connor stretched out on the bed beside her and turned her to face him. He gently kissed her lips, then arranged her so that she was half on her side and half on him. He eased her right leg over his body, and she understood that this position gave Mel, who was moving behind her, better access to her a.s.s.

She heard the sounds and knew that Mel had taken the lube and a condom out of the drawer of the bedside table.

Connor ran one finger down the side of her face and brought it under her chin. He lifted her face until she was looking in his eyes.

”Kiss me, Emily Anne. I need your flavor on my tongue.”

Emily Anne opened her mouth to accept Connor's kiss and s.h.i.+vered when she felt the lube, cool and slick, being spread between the cheeks of her a.s.s against her a.n.u.s. Mel moved closer to her, kissing her shoulder as he worked his finger inside her. By now, this kind of foreplay barely gave her a twinge of discomfort. It did, however, never fail to increase her arousal. Tiny electric shocks of pure s.e.xual stimulation skittered down her spine, sizzling out in every direction to inflame every nerve ending in her body. Her nipples beaded tighter and her c.l.i.t actually tingled as if there was a connection between it and her rosette.

”Two.” Mel whispered the word and then inserted a second finger into her. Here was a bit of a burn, but she welcomed the sensation. Her arousal grew, and that slight burn fed it. In and out and around in a circle, he worked her, doing, she knew, his best to prepare her. Usually it wouldn't take him long from this moment to insert one of the plugs.

Tonight it wouldn't be a piece of rubber entering her, and she could hardly wait.

”Three.”

He'd never inserted three fingers in her before. Emily Anne moaned, because the burn had turned to pain and the pain felt so good. As Mel finger f.u.c.ked her a.s.s, she s.h.i.+vered in pleasure, pus.h.i.+ng back slightly, letting him know how good it was. Her arousal climbed higher and higher, as this new and exciting sort of thrill began to consume her.

”Please.” She pushed back against Mel, letting him know without a doubt that she wanted very much to have his c.o.c.k where his fingers were.

”All right, then. Relax for me now, precious. Let go all of your muscles and relax for me. That will make things easier. Please don't let me hurt you.”

”You won't hurt me. Please, darling, I need your...oh, yes. Yes! Oh, your c.o.c.k is so hot...” She found the words simply deserted her as the pressure built. The latex-covered head of Mel's c.o.c.k pressed against her most delicate place and the pleasure at just this much contact was enormous.

She felt his c.o.c.k center right on her opening, and when he placed a hand on her shoulder to help him brace, she very subtly began to push back, willing her body to accept this new, and s.e.xy, invasion.

Mel hissed in a breath while Connor eased back. Emily Anne gradually understood that Connor's gaze was focused on her face. It took her a moment to understand why.

”Relax, precious. You're holding yourself too stiff and tight. Just exhale, and let go of your hip and leg muscles. I won't hurt you, baby. But I need you to let go, now.”

”I trust you, Melvin.” Emily Anne looked over her shoulder, and he kissed her cheek. She did trust him-she trusted them both. They'd spent quite a bit of time working to prepare her so that she would be ready to take their c.o.c.ks in her a.s.s without too much pain.

They hadn't just pushed their way into her in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, and she didn't expect they'd start doing anything like that now. They were not, either of them, selfish lovers.

”Baby, look at me.”

Connor's voice pulled her attention to him. He held her gaze, and in a way, she thought, that very action connected the three of them in this special moment.

Mel eased off for a moment and then pressed into her again. The pain increased a little and slowly, second by second, began to morph into a biting kind of presence. Instead of hurting her, though, this bite colored her arousal, turned it darker, more dangerous, and edgier. Her arousal suddenly opened another dimension, and she gasped.

”Oh, oh...that feels...”

”Okay?” Mel's one-word question came tightly wrapped in restraint, and she knew he was being very careful of her and working hard to control himself.

For some reason, the urge to laugh shot out of nowhere. Emily Anne swallowed it and said, ”'Okay' is such a tepid word for what this is, darling.”

”Jesus, woman.” Mel exhaled on a snort and rested his head on her shoulder for a moment.

She could feel him shaking with laughter and fighting for control, but neither of those seemed to have any negative effects on the strength of his erection. She met Connor's gaze again, and smiled because he was laughing, too.

Mel kissed her shoulder, and her neck, and then pressed against her some more. She felt her sphincter opening wider, and pressed back, just a little, letting him know that she definitely wanted more.

”Don't. You need to hold still. You feel so d.a.m.n good, honey. I'm trying to go slowly, but it's hard.”

”Yes, it is hard and it's hot and, G.o.d, I want your c.o.c.k in my a.s.s so badly. Mel, please. Just do it.”

”That's it. You've earned yourself a spanking, young lady. Just as soon as your a.s.s isn't sore any more from the reaming you're about to get.”