“That’s just it. This book is different from the rest.” John moved to a table and laid the book gingerly. “When our grandmother died, we learned she had placed a different spell on this book than she had with the others. Only certain people could enter it. Anybody else with the right password could not.”
Colleen thought about that. It made sense. It was an adult book; the grandmother probably didn’t want minors nosing around that fictional orgy.
She felt Spence’s presence at her back now. “Among her many talents, Grandmother had a knack for prophecy. When she sent us here, she wanted for us to be successful in love as well as life. She knew we would find love in America,” he said. “We learned she had placed a special spell on that book so that we might find true love.”
John faced her now. His chest seemed expanded, more muscular now. His eyes were soft, yet pierced her with a gaze that held her in place. “Only the woman we are destined to be with can enter this book, Colleen,” he said. “Only the woman destined to be our lover, and wife, can use the password correctly. Grandmother foresaw it.”
Our lover? As in John and Spence? Colleen’s entire body twitched; the brothers were closing in on her, like she was trapped in a shrinking room. Surely they weren’t suggesting...
She chuckled, more out of nervous reaction than amusement. “Hey, now,” she said. “I don’t know how they do it on your little Caribbean island, but in America there’s a word for what you’re suggesting: bigamy. Of course, with you being English professors I don’t have to tell you that, or tell you that it’s also illegal.”
Spence palmed her shoulders. Even through the thick fabric of the robe, Colleen could feel the heat of his skin radiate through her arms, down her torso and into her pussy.
“Technically, though, you would be marrying one man, John Spence.” His deep voice thrummed through her veins. “To the rest of the world, we exist as one man.”
“I know, but...” But what? She would know differently. “But, I wouldn’t be married to just one man.”
“No.” John smiled and shook his head.
Huh? She looked from one brother to the other. “And you guys don’t have a problem with it? Sharing a woman?”
“Do you have a problem being with two men?”
Like hell she didn’t! Of course, she had never been with two men before, and the thought that these two men in particular were willing to have her filled her heart with glee. She was relieved, too, neither one had commented on her appearance. It was as if they couldn’t see her flaws at all, and they were certainly close enough to see just about everything.
They were even closer now, sandwiching her. Colleen detected Spence’s hardened cock pressed against her backside; John’s breath tickled her ear. His smoldering smile nearly caused her to melt, and Colleen didn’t have to turn her head to know Spence’s face, and desires, mirrored his brothers.
John caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as Spence gripped her tightly by the shoulders. Before she realized it her robe was falling past her collarbone and down her arms. Her breasts were exposed to John now, and just the whisper touch of his chest to hers sent twin jolts of desire through her nipples.
“Colleen,” he whispered. “I had hoped it would be you.”
“Oh.” She sucked air between her teeth. Her resolve was fading fast; the two brothers were going to have to prop her up with their own bodies soon, she was about to melt.
They were probably going to do that anyway, she reasoned, using the two thick erections she could feel poking her on both sides.
“So.” Her voice cracked. “If...technically...” One of them unknotted the belt of her robe. She could feel her juices slicking the insides of her thighs. Oh, boy. ”If...if I’m married just to John Spence, who...” Oh, man. “Who...?”
“Who goes on the honeymoon?” Spence asked.
That wasn’t her question, but it was close. “Uh, sure.”
He planted a kiss on the back of Colleen’s neck, then looked at his brother. “What do you think, John? One of us will have to work, I presume.”
“Not necessarily.” John’s hand moved down Colleen’s face, tracing a line across her jaw, down her throat and to the valley between her breasts. The other hand palmed a nipple and pressed against the breast. “John Spence is due for a sabbatical. I’m thinking the next semester would be perfect.”
The robe slipped entirely from her body and sat in a terry cloth puddle at their feet. One of them, she couldn’t tell whom, kicked it away to one corner.
“Yes,” Spence said, rubbing his cock against her bare buttocks. “Let’s take the semester off. Honeymoon for nine weeks. Send Melissa to summer camp.”
“Maybe a lengthy visit with the Dashwoods?” John grinned.
“I wouldn’t mind a lengthy visit to Midnight Passions with our new bride,” said Spence.
Colleen felt a joyous rush at that thought. To have all the time in the world, in that den of pleasure with these two hunks…it certainly beat Niagara Falls as a honeymoon destination!
Wow. Hands caressed her all over, so much that Colleen couldn’t tell which brother was touching her where. Fingers dipped to the undersides of her breasts and across her hipbones, pinched her nipples, then slid up the slim column of her neck to trace behind her ears.
Next, the tongues. John bent his head to taste one nipple, then the other. Behind her, Spence licked a path between her shoulders as he ground his cock rhythmically into her backside. Every touch, every taste, caused her pussy to pulse. She could feel her slit leaking as her legs quivered and fought to remain rooted.
“Relax,” John admonished on a whisper. His slid upward, his mouth open over her skin, and crushed his lips on hers. At the same time Spence’s hand snaked around her hip and took possession of her pussy. Gently easing between her pussy lips, Spence sought out her clit and began stroking in slow, circular motion. Colleen cried her approval into John’s mouth; her nipples stabbed his chest as he pressed closer.
It had never been like this with Daryl or her ex-husband. Neither one of them could make her come in a matter of seconds with one touch, and now she was very close to doing just that.
“So good,” John murmured when he finally broke free. Spence concurred with a low-throated chuckle, and he glanced down her body and smiled. “If I didn’t know any better, darlin’, I’d say you were ready for us. Wouldn’t you, Spence?”
“Almost,” Spence said. “Feel for yourself.” He bent into Colleen’s ear. His warm breath made her shiver.
“Feel her, brother,” Spence whispered in her ear. “Touch her pussy, feel how she aches for us. Isn’t that right, Colleen? Does your pussy want us?”
“Yes,” Colleen moaned.
“Do you want my brother’s cock? Do you want to take him to the hilt while I do this?” Spence took his own cock in hand and lodged it between her buttocks, teasing her anus with the tip.
“Yes.”
Spence rubbed the circumcised head up and down, up and down, and pressed against her anal opening again. “Do you like when I do that?”
“Yes.” She loved it. Every nerve ending on her body exploded. She wanted nothing more right now than to feel one of those impressive cocks plunging into her. No, both of them. She wanted John in her pussy and Spence in her ass. She wanted their hot cum shooting into her at the same time.
She gasped when John’s fingers came into contact with her pussy lips, then cupped downward and slid into her waiting core. All the while, Spence continued his loving assault on her clit.
“Your cunt feels so good,” John growled as he pumped his fingers into her. The sensation was rough, but coupled with Spence’s ministrations it turned to sheer, pleasurable torture. “I can’t wait to put my cock inside you. Tighten for me, Colleen.” His voice took on an edge, and he sucked in his breath when Colleen obliged him. “Yes.”
Still barely standing, still pressed between two throbbing erections, Colleen undulated her hips and rode John’s fingers to
a long orgasm. Her head bent back into the crook of Spence’s neck as she cried out, and only when Spence’s touch became too much to bear did she try to escape.
“Here.” The men separated from her, and John eased her to all fours on the floor. This put Colleen at eye-level with Spence’s reddening cock.
“Shall we take this party to another venue?” Spence asked. Colleen watched him nod to the book.
John ripped off his boxer shorts, grimacing as his erection snagged in the fabric. “Not now, I can’t wait. I need to be buried in that sweet little pussy. But first...” He maneuvered Colleen so that her bent ass was raised high in the air. He fingered her spread pussy lips and teased her aching, wet cunt. “So nice.”
Colleen twitched with every touch, and to lessen the joyous pain she turned back to focus on Spence, but the growing cock before her was equally arousing.
“Please,” Spence begged, “take me in your mouth.”
Colleen happily and wordlessly complied. She laved his shaft with her tongue, lapping upward in one stroke before swallowing him whole. At the same time she felt a pair of lips between her thighs, but she didn’t dare break free of Spence. From the way John’s tongue licked her pussy lips and juice, she could tell he had rolled onto his back to eat her better. Colleen still had Spence in her mouth when John’s tongue drove her into another orgasm.
She pursed her lips tighter around Spence’s shaft, reveling in the low-pitched groan rumbling in his throat. He twitched and throbbed inside her, and she silently willed him to come. She wanted to taste him the way John had tasted her; she had never swallowed before and wanted badly to know that feeling.
She glanced up at Spence, marveling at the graceful curve of his body as he arched back with his eyes closed. He was giving his full concentration to her, she knew, and it warmed her heart to know that, that he wasn’t looking at his watch or thinking of another woman like Daryl had done. The thought prompted her to work his shaft harder and faster, but he stilled her with a gentle touch.
“Easy, darlin’. I can’t wait to come, but I’m patient enough to wait a few more minutes.” Spence arched an eyebrow at his brother. “Okay?”
John had long since released Colleen’s clit from his mouth and now pointed his cock to her slit. “Don’t rush me,” he growled. “Let me enjoy this.”
Me, too. Colleen’s pussy contracted around the tip of John’s cock, then relaxed as he eased himself all the way inside her pussy. She wanted to gasp and nearly choked on Spence’s cock trying to do so, John was so big. He was much bigger than Daryl and, judging from how wet she felt, knew just how to thrust to make her feel good.
She tightened her channel with each thrust and pressed her hips into John to prolong the feeling. It wasn’t long before another orgasm washed over her, knocking her with such a force that caused her to release Spence. He didn’t seem to mind, but rocked back on his heels to recline and watch.
“Enjoying the view?” John teased, his voice strained against his mounting pleasure. Colleen rooted her palms to the floor and watched Spence watch her. He seemed to be fascinated with the way her breasts swayed as John pumped into her.
“Very much.” Spence leaned back on his elbows. His cock was still hard and nested against his tight abdomen. “But I haven’t seen her from all angles yet. One in particular...”
Colleen felt John’s hands clamp her hips. Spence would soon get his wish, she realized, as John roared his orgasm. His hot cum shot into her womb, and Colleen felt the heat course through her body, more so when John bent over her and covered her body with his. He panted as he sweat...his heart pounded into her chest. She could hardly believe this was happening to her, that she could elicit such emotion from a man.
Could it get any better?
“I hope so.”
She looked up; she hadn’t realized Spence was talking, or, given her frazzled, orgasmic state, that she had said her thoughts aloud.
Spence spread his legs. His erection seemed more prominent in that position. With a crooked grin he beckoned her closer. “C’mere,” he said. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“Wha...?” Only when she turned back did she realize John had withdrawn from her and was now lying on his back, trying to recoup. The look of weary bliss on his face elated her.
“Go on,” John said. “I want to see you ride that cock. See your beautiful white skin against his.”
“Okay.” What else could she say? She still couldn’t believe these two men, these brothers, were willing to share her. She wasted no time, either, in complying to the brothers’ request. Who knew when this dream would end?
It had to be a dream, too, a dream as fictional as Midnight Passions. She would eventually wake up and retrieve Melissa and live the rest of her life, alone. John Spence would again become a handsome blur who received her monthly rent payments.
Ugh, stop thinking about that now. Carpe diem, and carpe whatever cock means in Latin.
Spence didn’t disappoint; his cock fit Colleen perfectly as she mounted him and began to ride. Her back arched, she swiveled her hips in slow motion so his cock hit all the right spots inside her. She leaned forward to scrape her clit against the base of Spence’s shaft and relished the quiet joy flitting across his face.
“So good,” he murmured. “You are so good, Colleen. I might just be spending less time in my book and more time being your husband.”
“We’ll soon see about that,” John joked from behind the couple. Refreshed, he crept up to Colleen on his knees and drew her into an embrace while she continued to ride Spence. His cock tapped against her buttocks, threatening another erection.
Another erection! Colleen wanted to shout for joy. It usually took a minor miracle for Daryl to get hard after a round of good sex. Hell, it took a minor miracle just to get him to wake up afterward! Yet here was this hardening, huge cock brushing against her ass, hungry for more.
“John, please,” she gasped as John took possession of her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. “Please, let me feel inside me. I want you both at the same time—”
John shushed her. “Not yet,” he whispered. “I promise soon. We’re not going to tear you apart. Let’s go slowly, okay?”
She wanted to laugh. This was going slowly? She shuddered to think what it would be like to pick up the pace.
Seconds later, she shuddered for another reason. Spence’s cock twitched inside her, and he hitched his breath, ready to come. She was about there herself, once again.
“That’s it.” John worked her breasts harder, distending her nipples with his touch. “Come for us, Colleen. Let’s hear you come.”
This orgasm was more intense than the last, and Colleen bayed her pleasure to the ceiling. The room expanded and contracted around her, and her joy echoed in her ears in different pitches. As she was coming down from the high, she wondered if in fact she was actually hearing the voices from inside Midnight Passions rumbling through the room.
She heard pages fluttering behind her, and a quiet vibration rocked her body as Spence let loose his own orgasm and stabbed harder into her with one final thrust. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him, too tired to reciprocate the kisses both men offered.
“I think,” Spence said, “real life is much better than the book.”
“Agreed,” John chuckled. He smoothed his palms down Colleen’s back and landed light kisses down her spine. “Though I wouldn’t mind starting a new chapter, if you’re willing. Colleen?”
Colleen was too spent to reply. Instead she closed her eyes and passed out on Spence’s hard chest, letting dreams of this erotic bedtime story take over.
Chapter Eight
What time was it?
Colleen opened her eyes and squinted into the overhead light in her bedroom. Shit. She’d gone back to sleep after Melissa called, and slept the day away. A quick glance at the clock on her bedside table confirmed this.
Many of the chores she had planned for the day would have to wait. She sighed, u
nhappy with her lethargy, yet somewhat content. The day hadn’t been a total waste, what with that incredibly erotic dream.
She wiped her eye and rolled to the other side of the bed...right smack into a hard, naked body.
Huh?
His back was to her. His dark complexion looked absolutely delicious against the white sheet barely covering his torso. His back muscles rippled when he stretched slightly.
Colleen numbed. Her landlord was in her bed! How did he get here?
She looked down at herself under the sheets. She was naked; she hadn’t gone to bed naked, that much she knew. She searched for memory for an explanation but could only drudge up memories of that delicious dream of being double-teamed by...
John. And his brother.
It wasn’t a dream, if the smiling clone of her landlord sauntering in from her bedroom was any indication.
Spence was naked but for the towel cinched around his waist. He regarded her with a smile that softened her nerves and caused her pussy to quiver. “Sleep well?” he asked.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess.” She slid deeper into bed to allow Spence to get in next to her, then started when a second pair of arms grabbed her. John was awake now and greeting her with soft kisses along her shoulder and neck. His lips were real, his hands were real. His scent was real. Spence was real, and so was her bedroom.
The memories flooded her consciousness. She had made love with these two men, and it was real. It wasn’t a book she had read or had experienced. It was all real, and she was close to bursting with shock from the realization.
Spence snuggled into her other side while John resumed his gentle assault. “We thought you could use a break,” Spence was saying as his hand found her pussy and rubbed it in search for her clit. “Perhaps you’d like something to eat?”
“Huh?” Amazing how hard it was to form a coherent sentence while close to orgasm. “No, thanks,” she finally managed. “I’m fine. How about you?” She cringed. What kind of a silly question was that?
“We’re wonderful,” John whispered in her ear. “And we’ll feel even better once we’re married.”
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