by Zara Chase
“Kneel over me, darlin’, and let me love you.”
With her throbbing pussy situated over his cock, it was the work of a moment to slip a couple of fingers inside her and then replace them with his penis. Nicole cried out and he thought he’d hurt her. Then he realized it wasn’t him. Pascal had reached behind her and was rimming her ass.
“Is that too much for you, sweetness?” he asked.
Nicole was breathing heavily. “No, it feels wonderful. Don’t you dare stop!”
“Wouldn’t think of it,” Pascal replied, chuckling.
Kai, pretty sure they weren’t hurting her, lifted his hips and thrust all the way into her cunt, sighing with pleasure when he was fully sheathed in her tight channel.
“Just imagine Pascal’s cock being inside your ass and mine where it is now,” he said, withdrawing and going for it a little harder. “I’m betting that would really light your fire.”
“I feel hot enough to self-combust right now,” she said, taking matters into her own hands and squirming around on his erection with no real sense of rhythm or timing.
“If you keep moving like that, honey,” Kai said, straining to hold back, “we’ll both ignite.”
She grinned, looking suddenly as though she was aware of the power she held over them. “Isn’t that kind of the idea?”
“No, darlin’,” Pascal replied. “We’re allowing you some latitude tonight, what with it being our wedding night and your first time. But in the future you only get to do what we allow you to and you only get to come when we say you can.”
Kai palmed one of her breasts and bit gently on the rock-solid nipple. “And I’m saying you can,” he said, his muscles taut, perspiration peppering his brow from the strain of holding back. “Let it go, sweetheart.”
He thrust hard and deep and Nicole screamed.
“Hell, Kai, that’s just amazing. Don’t stop, I’m still coming. Keep fucking me.”
Kai did. Somehow he managed to hold back until she was done, and then he let go. Muscles uncoiling, he rammed himself into her, her ragged breath hot against his damp skin. Shivers of liquid excitement coursed through him as his orgasm hit like a runaway freight train, assailing him from all angles and draining his aching balls dry. It seemed to reignite Nicole’s pleasure and she came for a second time, bouncing around on top of him with more enthusiasm than skill. Kai didn’t care and used a finger on her clit to make sure she got as much out of it as she could before they were both done and she collapsed against his chest, worn out yet euphoric.
* * * *
Nicole was dimly aware of being dried off in a fluffy towel and carried back to their bed. She felt nicely soporific—a complete woman who’d just achieved something truly remarkable. She yawned and fell asleep between the two of them as soon as her head hit the pillow, a smile on her swollen lips.
She awoke an hour later, refreshed and ready for her next lesson.
“What’s a split bid?” she asked.
“Hey, you were eavesdropping on our pheromones,” Pascal said, tracing the line of her face with his forefinger. “And we thought you were sound asleep.”
“Nope, you were talking so loud that I didn’t get a wink.”
Kai laughed. “Liar!”
“Anyway, since I’m awake, isn’t there something else we’re supposed to do tonight? Something that involves the three of us.”
“Out of the question,” Pascal said firmly. “You need to get used to these things gradually.”
“But it’s traditional. All the girls said so.”
“They weren’t virgins, far as I know.”
She giggled. “Nor am I anymore.”
“Even so.”
“Tell you what, why don’t we start and if it hurts I’ll call a halt.”
“Best leave it until tomorrow,” Kai said.
“We can’t. We have a party to go to tomorrow night.”
“What party?”
“At the Whiskers. Chantal said it’s traditional. They always throw a party when there’s been a new mating.”
“And how did they know there was going to be one tonight?” Pascal’s scowl gave way to a knowing smile. “The girls encouraged you to come on to us, am I right?”
“Well, if I’d waited for you two to make a move I’d have died of old age first,” she said in an aggrieved tone.
Kai roared with laughter. “I’m just beginning to realize what we’ve taken on in this little vixen.”
“Get used to it, lover boy.” She pecked his lips. “It’s too late to send me back now.”
“I think our mate’s overstepped the mark and deserves to have her cute butt spanked,” Pascal said sternly.
“And fucked, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Geez!” Pascal pushed back the covers, turned on a small lamp, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here, madam.”
Nicole scampered across to him and Pascal pulled her across his lap. Her hair fell over her face as she found herself facing the floor, excitement ricocheting through her as she awaited her punishment. Pascal’s hand landed softly on her buttocks, the slapping sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. It tingled, but didn’t hurt. He massaged the area he’d just spanked and then repeated the punishment, a little harder this time.
“Absorb the pain, darlin’, and wait for it to transmute to pleasure. Remember to relax and breathe like you would when you swim.”
She did as he asked and the next time he struck her, her body was swamped by liquid heat. God, why hadn’t she tried something like this before? It was beyond exciting and her body yearned for more of the same. Pascal seemed to know that, and obliged. At one point something cool trickled over her backside and was worked into her anus. She tensed against the intrusion, just for a moment. Then her training kicked in and she relaxed, knowing she’d reap the benefit because she trusted them.
Absolutely.
Something cool slid inside her, stretching her.
“A butt plug,” Pascal’s voice said against her ear. “It’s distending you.”
“Oh.”
She suppressed a squeal of protest when Pascal righted her on his lap. That, presumably, was just the precursor and there was better to come. Kai appeared briefly in her line of vision. Then her world went dark because he placed a blindfold over her eyes.
“The sensation will be better if you can’t see what we’re doing to you, darlin’,” he said in that soft, lilting voice of his that she found so compelling. “Your other senses will he heightened to compensate for your loss of vision.”
She was lifted from Pascal’s lap, presumably by Kai. Yes, definitely Kai. She recognized the taste of his lips when he kissed her.
“I’m gonna put clamps on those lovely nipples of yours,” he said, setting her back down on the edge of the bed. “Tell me if they hurt.”
They didn’t. In fact they felt wonderful. Something attached them to one another. A chain, she thought it probably was. One of them tugged on it and Nicole cried out when sensation streaked through her blood-starved nipples.
“Okay, darlin’,” Kai said. “Pascal’s lying down with a massive erection he’s dying to sink into your tight cunt.”
Nicole moistened her lips, wishing she could see it. Never mind, she’d get to feel it soon enough and that would be even better. Kai lifted her up and told her when to put her knees down. Her leaking pussy came to rest on what felt like Pascal’s torso. She heard him groan. Then his hands found her hips and lifted her up until the tip of his cock rested at her entrance. She tried to sink down and take it deep inside, but he tapped her thigh with one hand.
“Wait until we give you the word.”
“Sorry.”
The mattress dipped, presumably because Kai was now behind her. His hand caressed her ass, she felt the plug being removed and something that felt like a claw rimming her anus. She cried out. The pleasure was too intense for her to remain passive, and he hadn’t even penetrated her yet.
“That’s it,
sweet darlin’,” Kai said in a low, purring voice. “Just relax for me.”
Pascal tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps while each man sank just the tip of his cock into her. Nicole sucked in a breath, feeling like this was happening to her, and yet wasn’t. It was so alien to her, and yet felt so right. Now she knew why she’d never given in to temptation. Everything she’d done in her life before now had been leading up to this moment and she savored every second of it.
Pascal’s hands pulled her down and he sank his cock all the way into her. Then he withdrew it and Kai pushed his just a little way into her ass.
“The anal passageway is an S shape,” he explained. “If I go in too hard or too deep it could damage you.”
“Pascal didn’t hold back when he fucked your ass.”
“We know how to move to avoid problems. You’ve still got a lot to learn.” His hair brushed against her neck as he leaned in and gently bit one shoulder. “But it will be our pleasure to teach you.”
They set up a rhythm, Pascal probing deep, Kai taking greater care. Heat spiraled through her, flickering just out of reach. They were teasing her, she realized, laughing aloud as the thought struck.
“What’s so funny?” Pascal asked.
“Nothing. I’m just deliriously happy.”
That did the trick. They no longer seemed quite so in control, made a series of guttural noises that sounded suspiciously like grunts, and upped the pace. Nicole didn’t move, letting them do all the work necessary to bring her starved body back to enthusiastic life. She felt like a helpless supplicant but instinctively knew she was the one in charge. This was new to her, but it was fresh territory for them, too. Neither of them had ever had a woman before. Desperate passion elicited needy little moans from her as desire tugged on a level she had no control over.
“Guys, I’m really close. I can’t…I don’t think I can…shit, here it comes. Fuck me!”
She clung to their impressive cocks like a bareback rider at a rodeo, determined to extract every last ounce of pleasure from them before she fell off. But she didn’t fall. Both guys were sweating and swearing as they simultaneously shot their loads deep inside her, finally sealing her as theirs in the way she’d always known they wanted to.
Finally making her a real woman.
Nicole felt boneless. She ought to get up and wash but didn’t think her legs would support her. Kai seemed to realize it and brought a washcloth to the bed. When he’d made her clean and comfortable they tucked her between the sheets and took up their positions on either side of her. She rested her head on a broad shoulder, no idea whose it was, and smiled.
“What are you thinking about, babe?” Pascal asked.
“What to wear to tomorrow’s party,” she replied. “It won’t be a caftan, that’s for sure.”
“Glad to hear it,” they said together.
“I saw a tight-fitting sparkly number in the window of Feline Fashions. I might ask Chantal to come with me tomorrow and give her opinion.”
“Good idea.”
Yes, it was a good idea. She had friends now and wasn’t afraid to let them in without wondering what they expected from her in return. Better yet, she had two men who loved her and would dedicate the rest of their lives to making her happy. How many women in the world could make that boast?
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping, and fraud—to name just a few of life’s more common crimes—make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.
Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and is on a one-woman mission to keep the wine industry ahead of the recession.
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