“Yes.”
Tyler stepped forward and slipped two fingers into her bare pussy, joining the two already there. The two men stood on either side of her and worked a sensual, alternating rhythm, making her gasp and tremble while Tyler stroked her clit with his thumb.
“Yes, what?” Thomas growled.
Without raising her head she lifted her eyes, a sultry smile painting her face. “Yes, Masters.”
“That’s our girl,” Tyler whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed as she moaned, wanting them.
Thomas grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder, seating two fingers in her pussy as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Tyler followed, and she looked up to see him smiling, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. He reached out and stroked her chin.
“You’re going to get fucked by your masters, sweetheart.”
Thomas patted her ass. “We’re finally taking your cherry, baby.”
A nervous shiver of anticipation ran through her, willing to give it to them, give them anything they wanted.
As long as they loved her and loved each other.
She laughed when Thomas dropped her on their bed. She looked up at her boys, her masters—her husbands—with a playful smile.
“So, who’s first?”
“Oh, are we in a hurry now, love?” Tyler smiled, dropping his shirt to the floor before starting on his slacks.
“No hurry. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Got that straight,” Thomas agreed. “Not till we tell you, least ways.”
Tyler dropped his slacks and climbed onto the bed, gently spreading her legs wide open. “That’s better, sweetheart.” He dipped his head to her pussy and trailed his tongue across her clit. As ordered she’d shaved for them that morning, leaving nothing to stop his tongue from following every line and curve of her sex. She threw her head back and sighed with pleasure, stretching her arms over her head.
“Oh, beautiful!” Thomas said, joining them on the bed. He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. His left hand massaged her breasts, playing with her nipples and sending shock waves through her body.
Tyler wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit and relentlessly flicked it, making her arch her back and drive her tongue deeper into Thomas’ mouth. Tyler worked two, then three fingers into her slippery opening, and she spread her legs wider, trying to fuck his hand as he stroked her. He lifted his head from between her legs.
“Are you going to come for us?”
She nodded, unable to speak with Thomas’ tongue massaging hers. She couldn’t even call what she’d had before these two sex, because it didn’t give her the mind-blowing, body-numbing pleasure these men evoked in her. It felt like her skin was on fire, every nerve ending attuned to their touch.
Thomas lifted his mouth from hers and growled, “Are you going to come for your masters?”
Her whole body shuddered, close to release. Tyler bent to his task, knowing how to keep her on the edge for long minutes before sending her over. As wave after wave of pleasure washed through her she screamed, muffled by Tom’s mouth on hers, her muscles gripping Tyler’s fingers buried deep inside her. He teased her with his tongue, coaxing every last gasp out of her until he knew she’d drifted from pleasure to pain. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs and looked at Thomas.
Thomas sat, his back against the pillows, and cradled Nevvie to his chest. Tyler lifted her legs high in the air, kissing her ankles. Thomas reached forward and held them wide open for him.
Her lower lip caught under her teeth as she watched him align line his cock with her wet and waiting pussy.
Tyler met her eyes and smiled. “Do you want it?”
She nodded. He slid home, balls deep. She closed her eyes and moaned, throwing her head back on Thomas’ shoulder. He nibbled her neck and ear, watching Tyler take her.
“Who’s fucking you, sugar?” Thomas whispered in her ear.
“Tyler,” she gasped.
“Who?” He spread her legs a little more, enough to allow Tyler to sink just a hair deeper with each thrust.
“Master Tyler,” she sighed, wiggling to take even more of him in.
Tyler picked up the pace, thrusting harder. “That’s right, love, and don’t you forget it. Who’s holding you open for me, baby?”
Her eyes fluttered open briefly, looking at Thomas. “Master Thomas.”
Thomas kissed her. “That’s right. Very good.”
Tyler was close. He grabbed her thighs and increased the tempo. With every thrust it felt like he stroked to the bottom of her soul, filling her completely and bottoming out, stretching her in a way he never had before, making her his.
“I’m going to come deep inside you. Are you ready for your master to come?”
She nodded.
“Ask for it,” Thomas growled.
She opened her eyes again and looked at him, then Tyler. She smiled. “Come for me, please, Master!”
That finished him, and Tyler drove home with a final, deep thrust. “Oh, Jesus!” he gasped, staying deep inside her for a long moment until he finally caught his breath. Thomas released her legs and she lowered them, wrapping them around Tyler’s waist.
Ty leaned forward and kissed her, tasting her, loving her. “I love you, Nevvie.”
She smiled. “I love you too, Master.”
He grinned.
Thomas nipped her earlobe and she laughed and looked at him. “I love you too, Master.”
“That’s better.”
She pouted when Tyler withdrew. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I liked having you inside me.”
Thomas nipped her earlobe again. “Well roll over, sweetheart, we’ve got another willing cock ready and waiting.”
His words sent another shiver through her. Letting go and trusting them sent her into a pleasant free-fall feeling, knowing they’d never hurt her. She looked at Tyler, who had moved to take Thomas’ place. She knelt in front of him as Thomas moved behind her.
“Assume the position, sugar,” Thomas growled.
She flushed, her whole body infused with an erotic heat. Was this it? As if reading her thoughts Thomas laughed and gently pushed her down to the bed, then pulled her shoes off and tossed them to the floor.
“Not yet, darlin. Don’t be in such a hurry. We’ve got all day.”
She assumed her position between Tyler’s spread legs—forearms flat on the bed, crouched on her knees with her ass in the air.
Tyler reached for her, caressing her face and tangling his fingers in her hair. “Show your master how much you love him, Nevvie.”
His cock was already half-stiff again. She ran her tongue around the tip, looking up at him and smiling. “I love my masters very much.” She sucked him in, and he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. Tasting her cream and his seed mixed together started a new deep heat within her. She wiggled her hips at Thomas, wanting him inside her.
“Jesus!” Thomas said as he watched her, one hand resting on her ass. “I nearly came just then! You’re so fucking sexy, you don’t know what you do to us.” She closed her eyes as he slipped his fingers inside her and massaged her clit. His touch was different than Tyler’s but still erotically hot. They were perfect for her, each able to wring new heights of passion from her she never dreamed possible.
“You like that, little slave?” Tom chuckled, and she pushed back against his hand in response.
“God, she’s got me in her throat! That’s a good girl, sweetheart.”
Thomas knelt behind her, fucking her with his tongue. She moaned around Tyler’s cock.
“Do that again, Tom, she liked that.”
He did, and in a few minutes he had her screaming around Tyler’s shaft as she came, her hips dancing and twisting. He timed it perfectly, slamming his stiff rod home as the largest, final wave of her orgasm hit, grabbing her hips and fucking her hard.
“You like that, Nevvie?”
She finally
released Tyler’s cock and nodded. “Oh God, yes! Fuck me!”
Tyler grinned. “Better do it, Thomas.”
Thomas drove deeper, harder, unleashing on her. But she was wet and ready and while still nice and snug, Tyler’s earlier ministrations had prepared her perfectly. It built in his balls and he made every stroke count. “Ask me for it, Nevvie.”
“Please fuck me, come for me, Master. Please come for me!”
That pushed him over the edge and his last, deep thrust left him spasming inside her. He collapsed on top of her. After a minute he rolled to the side, kissing the back of her neck, his arms around her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She purred. “No, Master.”
The men looked at each other and grinned. Tyler leaned down and kissed her. “Love, you are the perfect woman.” He was fully stiff, ready, wanting her. He kissed her and went to get something from the bathroom. When he returned he bent between Thomas’ legs and sucked him, drawing a moan from his lover.
It only took a few minutes to get Thomas in the mood again. He looked at Tyler, winking.
Tyler nodded. It was time.
Nevvie cuddled with Thomas, her hand between his legs, tracing feather-light circles across his balls. Tyler pushed her onto her back and stroked her with his tongue.
“I don’t know if I can make it again.”
“Shh,” both men said. Thomas rolled to his side, kissing her, lightly rubbing her pebbled nipples with his thumb.
Tyler’s cock throbbed. He didn’t want to bring her all the way over yet, wanted to get her nearly there and leave her begging for more. When her hips gyrated in time to his tongue he knew he had her exactly where he wanted.
Thomas laid on the bed while Tyler pulled her up and turned her around. Thomas grabbed her hips and seated her on his cock facing him. She sighed with contentment as she sank his full length inside her and nestled against his chest, his arms around her. He looked over her shoulder at Tyler.
Tyler grabbed the bottle of lube and spread some down the cleft between her cheeks. She froze, stiffened, and Thomas hugged her to him.
“He took my cherry, remember? Just relax, I promise it’ll feel good.” He shifted his hips a little beneath her, drawing another content sigh. Then he kissed her, keeping her mind off what Tyler was up to.
Tyler gently rubbed the lube into her virgin rosette, not entering, wanting her to relax. After several long minutes he applied more pressure with his thumb and she moaned a little at how good it felt.
* * * *
What Tyler did made her nervous at first, but with Thomas’ cock deep inside her and harder by the second, she tried to focus on him. It was a different feeling, not painful but not mind-blowing sexy like having them in her pussy. She focused on her breathing and tried to relax, knowing Tyler would take his time.
He poured more lube on her and the cool contrast to the hot heat inside her pussy made her moan again. Her heart skipped as Thomas put his hands on her hips and seated himself even deeper inside her. Then he gently spread her cheeks for Tyler, giving him better access.
Tyler’s firm thighs pressed against hers as his thumb applied more insistent pressure. These were her masters and they would take what was rightfully theirs. That thought made her shiver with pleasure, and as Tyler’s thumb entered her she moaned, gasping.
“That’s it, baby,” Thomas whispered, “you’re feeling him there, aren’t you?”
His words drove her back to the edge of passion. “Yes!”
Tyler gently massaged her virgin entrance. When he withdrew she felt more lube and then two fingers press for access.
Thomas held her tighter. “Relax,” he whispered, breaking their kiss for just a moment. “Relax and let him fuck you, my sweet little slave.”
She moaned, shivering. It felt like hours they kept her body hovering in an erotic limbo, impaled on Thomas while Tyler made slow, steamy progress.
“Oh, Tom, she’s so tight.” He applied more lube and then three fingers made their way in, carefully preparing her. “Jesus, she’s going to feel so good!”
Nevvie was beyond reason, letting go and giving herself totally to her men. They owned her body, and as long as they didn’t hurt her, she didn’t care what they did.
Tyler snaked his other hand between Nevvie and Thomas and found her clit, started rubbing it.
“You should feel how she’s squeezing my cock, Ty.”
“Just wait until we’ve got her properly between us, where she belongs.”
His words electrified her, and she felt her climb toward orgasm.
“Ah, not too much, we’ll lose her,” Tom warned. Tyler stilled his hand. Nevvie moaned, trying to rub against Ty’s hand and Tom’s cock.
Tyler laughed and leaned forward, his breath hot on her back. “Do you want your masters to fuck you, my sweet slave?”
She nodded, her fingers gripping Thomas’ shoulders.
“Ask for it, Nevvie,” Thomas said. “Tell us what you want.”
Ty’s fingers withdrew from her clit and rosette, and she shuddered at the empty feeling.
“I want my masters to take my cherry.”
Tyler smiled and applied more lube to her and him. “Excellent, little slave. You shall be rewarded.” He pressed his now-throbbing cockhead against her rim and felt her tense again. “Relax and breathe, sweetheart. We’ll be here a while.” He waited for her to relax, Thomas’ hands gently spreading her cheeks. When Tyler felt she was ready he carefully pressed forward, slowly, deliberately.
The feeling was amazing, but he was so big she didn’t know if she could take him, afraid it would hurt. She tensed again, moaning. Tyler stopped and looked at Thomas.
Thomas whispered in her ear. “You can do this, trust us. This first time will take the longest because he’ll go slow. Breathe deep.” She relaxed, took a deep breath. Tyler maintained his relentless pressure and finally made it past the first resistance, stopping, allowing her time to get used to it.
She flexed her muscles around Thomas, enjoying the feel of his hands massaging her ass. After a few minutes it started feeling good and she wiggled her hips, trying to take Tyler deeper.
Tyler took that as his cue and gently continued his quest. After ten minutes he was finally balls deep inside her and she sighed, full, settling into the new erotic feelings flooding her. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “How does that feel?”
She was beyond speech and nodded, trying to shift her hips against both men, trying to rub her clit on Thomas.
“How does it feel, my sweet little slave?” Tyler asked.
She gasped. “Good!”
Thomas kissed her. “So how do you like having both your masters inside you?”
“Yes!”
Tyler slowly pulled halfway out, not wanting to lose the progress he’d made. He drizzled more lube on his shaft and gently thrust into her again. Both she and Thomas moaned.
“Damn, Ty, that’s amazing! I can feel you inside her. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
Tyler nodded, trying to focus, trying not to come. “You’re so tight, Nevvie,” he gasped. “Jesus you feel fantastic!” He waited a moment to calm himself before another long, slow stroke, drawing more moans from the other two.
Nevvie didn’t think she’d come like this but she was damn close. She just couldn’t get quite the steady touch she needed on her clit to make it. She felt stretched, full, connected to her men in a way she’d never felt before. They fucked as one and she wanted to come with them both inside her.
When Ty was fully buried again he reached around and found her clit. “How close are you, Tom?”
“It won’t take much.”
Tyler knew one or two fairly fast strokes would send him over so he focused on Nevvie, trying to time it just right, wanting her to come with them and have her first time feel great. “Will you come for us, little slave?” he murmured.
“I want to!”
“Then do it,” Tyler growled.
She shuddered, gasping, contracting around both men. Ty waited another few seconds, then grabbed her hips and took three long, firm strokes. As she moaned, Thomas took several thrusts and it pushed both men over the top. All three cried out, Tyler sinking into her one last time as he came.
They laid there gasping, trying to recover their breath. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” Tyler asked.
She nodded, sweaty and trembling on Thomas’ chest. Tyler shifted his weight to his arms but didn’t pull out, running his lips down her spine. “You are amazing,” he whispered against her skin. “Beautiful and amazing.”
Thomas kissed her damp forehead. “I hope you sound that great for me.”
Tyler finally withdrew and went to clean up. Nevvie didn’t move, feeling Thomas still inside her.
She shivered as his fingers lightly brushed up and down her spine. “I love you, darlin’,” he whispered.
“I love you too.” She snuggled closer, trying to absorb the feelings and sounds and scents of her lovers.
Her husbands.
Tyler returned with a warm, damp wash cloth and cleaned her up.
“Did I do good?” she asked.
“You were breathtaking,” Tyler assured her. “Absolutely better than we ever could have prayed. How did it feel?”
“Fantastic.”
Both men laughed, and Thomas hugged her. “Oh, sugar, you are a true champ, you know that?”
Tyler crawled into bed with them, and Thomas rolled to his side, still inside Nevvie, while Tyler cuddled against her back and kissed her shoulder. “We’re not done yet, you know.”
She nodded, pressing closer. “I know, Master. I still need to be fucked in the ass again.”
That was enough to stiffen Thomas. “Jesus, Nevvie, you know just what to say, girl.” He withdrew and nudged her into position over Tyler.
Tyler, however, wasn’t quite ready.
“Tom, love, I need a few moments. That took a lot out of me.” Nevvie smiled and took him into her mouth, making him groan. “That’s a good girl.” He’d washed and smelled like soap, and wet heat shot through her belly at her memory of how he tasted after he’d fucked her the first time. These men wanted her. Loved her, desired her. Her!
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