by Morgan Henry
She’d had many dates, but only one real relationship with a guy named Jack. They were serious enough to live together in London, where she went to college. But as graduation loomed closer and Hanna started looking for a job, the two realized there just wasn’t enough between them for permanence. They liked each other well enough but parted. At least they had been on good terms at the end. Hanna realized now, though, that she didn’t get hot for him like she did with Carter and Kent. She couldn’t remember one orgasm that was as good with Jack as the one Kent and Carter had given her, and all they had used were their tongues and fingers.
So, yes, she was definitely sexually attracted to them. And they were clearly really nice guys—smart, funny, grounded men who seemed to like her an awful lot. She felt happy and relaxed with them and she felt free to be herself. But it was too early to be thinking love. Deep down, everlasting commitment kind of love anyway.
She put all those deep thoughts out of her mind as she arrived at Carter and Kent’s. They came out to the car and greeted her with giant bear hugs and deep kisses that took her breath away. And managed to get her nipples hard and her pussy damp.
“You look nice,” Carter complimented her. “I haven’t seen you in a skirt too often. Shows off your nice legs.”
Hanna blushed a little at that. She didn’t think her legs were that stellar. As Carter grabbed her bag from the backseat, Kent wrapped his arm around her waist and said, “I like the blouse. The color suits you.” He undid another button on the blouse to expose a bit more skin. “Now that is very nice. The top button is just a little too stuffy to really be you.” He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her toward the house.
“I was at church, you know,” Hanna protested. She knew the blouse looked much better without being done up to the very top, but the look her mom shot her when she arrived at the house had made her button up.
“Good for you,” Carter said as they entered the house. “Are you ready to hone your softball skills?”
“I will be when I change,” she replied.
“You know where the bedroom is downstairs. Why don’t you change and we’ll meet you out the back?” Kent suggested.
She hurried and changed, and they spent the next couple of hours throwing the ball around. Kent and Carter helped her a little with batting, but they decided the best plan might be to hit some batting cages another day. She felt a lot better about playing with the team after their help. She wasn’t a total loss and hoped to get a bit better if the men would continue to help her practice. Maybe she could get the girls together to practice once in a while, too.
After they quit, Carter brought them all a beer and they flopped on the lawn for a rest.
“You really need to get some patio furniture,” Hanna commented.
“Yeah, it’s next on our acquisitions list. The crappy deck furniture we had barely made it to Labor Day last year. It was pretty much toast after the barbeque we had that weekend,” Kent lamented.
“It was a good time, though,” Carter noted. “We’ve had our eye on some stuff at the garden center. You should come and check it out with us.”
“Sure, but it’s your furniture. What say would I have in it?” Hanna asked.
“Well we plan on you being here an awful lot, sweet Hanna. We want to get stuff you like, too.” Carter caressed her thigh as he spoke.
“You sweet talker,” Hanna teased. “You know I can’t spend all my time here.”
“True,” Kent agreed. “But we’ll try and monopolize you as much as we can.” He changed the subject and got up. “Let’s hit the tub. It will feel good after that bit of workout.” He walked over and started taking the cover off.
“Crap, I didn’t bring a suit!” Hanna exclaimed. “I forgot about the hot tub.”
“Princess, we’ve seen you naked already,” Kent reminded her. “Who needs a suit with this kind of privacy?” he asked as he gestured to the heavily wooded, isolated property.
Hanna blushed and laughed. “I guess that’s true,” she agreed. She jumped up and pulled her top off, surprised at her own brazenness. “Last one in has to fetch the towels!”
They all started stripping at a furious pace, but Hanna was the first in the tub, followed closely by Kent. Carter grumbled good-naturedly and fetched towels for all of them before he jumped in.
For a few minutes they all relaxed in the warm water and let the pounding jets work on their muscles. Hanna lazed in her favorite seat, head tilted back and eyes closed. Her body slowly went limp as she set aside her worries about her mom and dad, where her relationship with the VanLindt men was going, and how badly she would humiliate herself at softball. It felt really nice to be in the tub naked. It was both decadent and a bit naughty at the same time. It made her feel free and bold. She smiled to herself.
She felt the water stir as Kent and Carter moved closer to her. “What’s that wicked little grin about?” asked Carter in a husky voice.
Four hands started to caress her body. She shivered despite the heat of the water. “I want to do naughty things to you,” she confessed in a whisper. She wanted to try giving the men a blowjob. She felt a little bad that she hadn’t reciprocated the other night.
“What kind of naughty things?” She could feel Kent’s breath as he spoke into her ear.
“I want to suck you,” Hanna managed to get out in a barely audible voice.
Both men groaned. “Oh, sweet Hanna, that’s not naughty. That’s making our dreams come true.”
Hanna wasn’t sure where her daring was coming from, but she kind of liked it. She suspected it was because Kent and Carter made her feel so safe and wanted that she was able to let loose. The way they responded to her request only fueled her desire and made her feel a little powerful as well.
She opened her eyes and sat up. She looked at both men and licked her lips, to which they groaned again.
“Hell, princess, you’re going to make me come before you ever get your lips on me!” Kent exclaimed.
“Hell, honey,” Hanna mimicked him. “I thought you’d have better staying power than that!”
His eyes dilated and nostrils flared a little. “Pardon me?” he asked in a deep, dangerous voice.
Shit, Hanna thought, did I go too far?
* * * *
It was all Kent could do not to laugh at Hanna’s stricken expression. Their beautiful woman was showing her wild side and he couldn’t be happier. Of course, he couldn’t help teasing her a little as well.
“I guess we’ll just have to teach you a little lesson.” Kent deepened his voice further. “I think our princess needs a little discipline.”
“Wh–what do you mean?” Hanna’s voice shook a little.
Kent pulled her into his arms. “We’re just playing a little,” he whispered into her ear. “We won’t hurt you and if you don’t like it we’ll stop. But go along with us for a bit, okay?”
He felt Hanna relax again in his arms and her bold inner woman came back out to play.
“A lesson, eh?” she responded in a teasing tone. “You sure about that? I may be hard to teach.”
Carter lazed back in the tub, his arms wide, seeming to have not a care in the world. “Then we’ll have to repeat the lesson often.” He gave her a feral smile.
Kent felt Hanna give a little shiver at Carter’s words. He knew if he let his fingers delve down to her sweet little cunt, she would be slick with arousal. She was enjoying this game so far and he planned to make sure she remembered it.
Kent caught Carter’s eye and indicated he wanted to take charge of this lovemaking session. It wasn’t often that his more dominant side came out, but Hanna seemed to inspire some play today. Carter got his meaning and gave a tiny nod.
“Now, Hanna,” Kent started. “Carter is going to sit on the corner of the tub, and you are going to go over and very nicely ask him if you can suck his cock. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Kent,” Hanna said obediently. Kent barely held back a groan. If he wasn’t careful,
her smartass comment about him not lasting was going to be uncomfortably accurate.
“Very good, princess,” Kent praised.
Carter perched on the wide corner of the tub and fisted his erect cock. Hanna licked her lips again and asked sweetly, “May I suck your magnificent cock, Carter?”
“Oh yes, sweet Hanna,” he said with a little moan. “You come right over here and put your lips on me.”
She moved toward him and placed her hands on his thighs. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his dick, then slowly began to lick him like she was savoring an ice cream cone. She gave him long sweet strokes of her tongue, up and down his massive erection.
Kent slid up behind her and put his hand under her belly. The water made her buoyant and easy to lift up so her ass was sticking up above the water. He checked her pussy and found her to be soaking wet, and not just from the water. She moaned and he caressed her ass with his large palm and directed her further. “Start sucking his dick, Hanna. Don’t tease.”
As she closed her lips around the head of his cock, Kent gave her ass a light smack. She gasped and pulled off Carter’s cock to look at Kent incredulously.
“Did I say to stop, Hanna?” he asked sternly. “Suck him while I give you your spanking.” He slapped her ass again.
She dutifully took Carter’s cock in her mouth again and began to slide her mouth up and down his shaft. Carter had the base of his cock in one hand and the other started to lazily play with one of Hanna’s nipples. Kent began to rain blows down upon her sweet fanny, spreading them out over her entire ass and very slowly increasing the force. Every few blows, he caressed her clit and pussy lips, making sure she was still enjoying herself. As the intensity of his blows increased, she sucked harder on Carter’s cock and simultaneously pushed her ass back at him for more. Kent couldn’t have asked for a better response to her first erotic spanking.
Carter began to pump his cock in time with Hanna’s mouth and Kent knew Carter was close. “Drink him down like a good girl, Hanna,” he ordered her. He stopped spanking and began to play with her pussy, teasing her with one finger sliding in and out, just a little. He completely avoided her swollen, needy clit. She wiggled and tried to thrust harder onto his finger, but the way he was holding her suspended in the water prevented it. He knew she wanted to come but wasn’t about to let her yet.
“Oh, sweet Hanna, I’m there, baby! Take it all!” Carter roared as he came and Hanna swallowed all of his seed, her throat working furiously to drink him.
She pulled off his softening cock and used her hands to find some leverage to fuck Kent’s finger. “Please, Kent!” she exclaimed. “I’m so close!”
Kent pulled his finger out of her. “No, naughty princess. You don’t get to come yet.” She growled her frustration and Kent chuckled. “You started this, but I’ll finish it.”
He let her go and sat on the opposite corner of the tub. His erection was so large and hard it was almost painful. Unfortunately, he had a plan and he wasn’t going to blow as soon as she got her lips on him. God, she was beautiful like this. He lips were plumped from sucking Carter’s cock, and her hair was a little disheveled. He knew her ass was red and stinging a bit, and her pussy was bright pink and swollen, begging to be teased some more.
“Now, you’re going to suck me like you did Carter.” Kent’s voice had all the command in it he could muster. “And he’s going to feast on that delectable pussy of yours, ’cause he missed out the other night.” Hanna had moved close enough for him to thrust his fingers into her hair and hold her still to look into her eyes. “And you’re not going to come until you’re told you can.”
Kent saw Hanna’s eyes widen and the pupils dilate. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously. Yeah, she was definitely enjoying this game.
Carter grabbed Hanna in the same way Kent had, lifting her ass out of the tub. He made her stand on the seats so she could spread her legs wide and he could eat her pussy unhindered. He started to lick her swollen lips and she rotated her hips a bit.
“No, princess,” Kent admonished her. “You stay still for Carter and suck me.”
Kent saw the devilish glint in Hanna’s eyes as she lowered her mouth to his cock and knew he was in for a hell of a blowjob. She was going to do her damnedest to get him to come quickly. She latched onto the head of his dick and swirled her tongue around him, teasing the sensitive spot under the head. Kent threw back his head and moaned. God, her mouth felt amazing. She went right at him, sucking him down hard over and over again. Kent still had his hand in her hair but he was just resting it there, not guiding or forcing her in any way. She reached up and started to fondle his balls and that was just about his undoing.
“You are being such a good girl now, Hanna.” His voice was throaty and cracked a little as he spoke. He heard Carter slurping up Hanna’s juices and saw her legs tremble with the effort to hold still.
He stopped trying to hold back and his hips jerked as his orgasm approached. “Here it comes, princess,” he choked out as it burned through from the base of his spine, to his balls and then it felt like the head of his cock exploded. Hanna swallowed around him as he blew up in her mouth. The sensation was so exquisite he actually felt a little dizzy.
Hanna pulled off his cock and begged. “Please, please let me come! Ahhh, I need it!” she wailed.
Kent reached down and pinched both her nipples as he said, “Make her come, Carter!”
Hanna screamed loudly as she climaxed in their arms and bucked over and over on Carter’s face and fingers. Kent could tell that Carter was prolonging it as much as he could, working her clit until she was whimpering. She collapsed into their arms, gasping as the aftershocks of her orgasm eased.
Kent pulled her into his arms and Carter came up behind her. “You taste incredible, sweet Hanna. I could lick your pussy for hours,” Carter crooned in her ear.
“That was unbelievable,” Hanna’s voice was breathy. “The spanking. It was…” she trailed off.
“It was good then?” Kent asked with a smile.
“I wouldn’t have thought it would be so hot, and bad, and good, all at the same time,” she answered. “I don’t know how to describe it.”
Kent chuckled. “We’ll do it again sometime then,” he said and he and Carter laughed as she moaned. “Let’s get out of here before we end up as prunes. That’s not a good look for Carter, you know.”
“Hey,” protested Carter. “Speak for yourself.”
They all chuckled as Kent and Carter helped Hanna out of the tub and wrapped her limp body in a towel. They carried her inside and all tumbled onto the big bed in the master suite together. Within minutes they were all asleep.
Chapter 8
Hanna arrived home from work on Monday a little later than usual. The day had been busy and she stayed to catch up on some paperwork. She smiled a little as she remembered how her butt was still a bit sore in the morning when she sat down. The hot tub sex had been unreal, and the spanking! She still couldn’t believe how excited that had gotten her.
She had almost succumbed to temptation to spend the night with Kent and Carter. It had felt so good waking up from their nap together in the big bed. She had returned to consciousness, blissfully content, warm, and snug between the two men. If it hadn’t been for Tink and that she needed work clothes, she would have spent the night for sure. Well, that and the fact they had barely been dating for a few weeks really, amazing sex aside. Did pussy eating and blowjobs count as sex, anyway? Well, they did for her.
She reluctantly left after dinner, arriving home to an irate Tink. Tink needed to be fed and given a lot of love and attention, in that order. This evening, Hanna planned on getting a bunch of the plants she had been nurturing under the awning into the ground. If she had a quick dinner and worked reasonably hard, she figured she could get most of them in.
Her cell rang as she was putting together a light meal. She answered it, thinking it would be Kent or Carter.
“Hi there,” she said w
armly.
“Hello, Hanna?” an unknown voice answered. “It’s Simon, from church.”
It was all Hanna could do not to groan aloud. She did bang her head against the wall several times as she answered. “Hello, Simon. How did you get this number?”
“Your mom gave it to me.” Hanna was going to kill her mom. “I was wondering if you would like to have dinner on Friday, and then go to a film. The church is showing a documentary on the art in the Vatican.”
“Wow.” Hanna was almost at a loss for something nice to say. “Wow, that is a very nice offer, but I am busy.” Thank goodness for her Friday nights with Karen.
“Oh.” She could hear the disappointment in Simon’s voice. “Perhaps we could get together another night. Will I see you at church on Sunday?”
Hanna cringed. It was a good thing Simon couldn’t see her. “No, Simon, you won’t. I rarely get to Port Seguin on Sundays.”
“That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to see you again.”
“Well, the thing is, I’m sure you’re a nice person, but I’m really not sure we’re, ah, compatible.” That was the nicest way to say “I’m really not attracted to you and I won’t join your church” that Hanna could come up with.
“We haven’t really had time to get to know each other. Surely you wouldn’t make that kind of judgment based on a few minutes of talking.”
“Well,” Hanna stalled again. “Well, I certainly try not to make snap judgments, but as it happens, I just started seeing someone else and I’d like to see where that relationship goes.” That was nice enough, wasn’t it?
“Your mother didn’t mention that.” Simon sounded a little ticked now.
“It’s new enough that I haven’t talked a lot about it, yet,” Hanna responded. Crap, she should not have mentioned seeing someone. “I try not to get Mom reading too much into a couple of dates.”
“I see.” Simon sounded frosty now. He was going to tell her mother. Hanna knew it. She banged her head against the wall again.