Monroe slipped one finger into her, moving it around inside her. She knew what he was searching for, and mewled when he crooked his finger and found it.
“Oh yeah,” he purred against her clit. “Found it.” And he rubbed against it mercilessly. Trisha gripped her skirt harder and tugged it up to her chest. She tried to spread her legs further, wanting more. Needing more. “Fuck my finger, you glorious slut. Fuck it, Trish. Take all I can give you and love it.”
With a moan, she did as he said, fucking his finger while he went back to teasing her clit with his tongue. She whimpered at the loss of his finger when he withdrew it suddenly, but then he replaced it with two fingers, and honed right back in on her sweet spot. Her entire body tensed as he sucked hard on her clit.
Abandoning her skirt, she slid her hands up her shirt and hit her bra. Cursing it, she reached up under her shirt and bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them and teasing her nipples with her thumbs.
“Yes, that’s it. Give in to it, love. Give in to the sensations I arouse in you. Touch yourself, pleasure yourself, and let me pleasure you.”
Trisha wriggled, an orgasm slowly building. She wanted to explode in a burst of flames. Wanted Monroe to rock her world. To make her break.
“Ride my face.” His mumbled words were barely audible over her panting breaths. She couldn’t disobey him even if she’d wanted to. He moaned against her clit, and she instinctively pinched her nipples. Monroe pulled his fingers out, then thrust them in hard and deep. Not as deep as his cock would have gone, but when he rubbed against her G-spot she really didn’t give a shit as long as he didn’t stop.
Another finger joined the two, stretching her, widening her. He was going to fuck her next. “Oh, Goddess.” She came. Hard. Her juices running down her thighs. He lapped at her pussy like a cat with cream, and her orgasm continued to streak through her.
“Mmm. That’s it, baby. Delicious. So delicious.”
Trisha fisted her hands in his hair again and pulled him away from her as she panted for breath. “Mercy.” It came out as a tortured whisper. When had her voice gotten hoarse?
“Come to my room and let me love you.”
She nodded. His request didn’t even need an answer. He hadn’t even been waiting for one. Monroe scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed next to nothing, and carried her down the hall to a room at the back. There were candles lit, and their seductive scent made her stiffen in his arms. “You planned to seduce me?”
“How?” He sat her on the bed and forced her to look into his eyes. “Did I have any idea you were coming over today?”
That made her pause. How could he have known? And really, for a man who ate pussy as well as he did, how could she complain even if he had? Her body still tingled from that delicious orgasm. She opened her mouth and then closed it after deciding no response was probably better at this point.
“I was meditating when you rang the doorbell. I left my room as it was when I came to see who dared to interrupt me.”
“I’m sorry.”
His eyes gleamed as he leaned over her. “I’m not. Trust me, babe. Finding you on my doorstep was like a dream come true.”
“Geoff.” His name whooshed out on a breath. He shook his head and put a finger up to his lips. What game was he playing now? It didn’t take long for her to shake away the sexual bliss to focus on him.
“Geoff won’t mind. He invited me to join you, remember.”
Trisha swallowed and nodded. Monroe kissed her, driving away all thoughts of Geoff as she tasted her pleasure on his lips. If he’d been one of her previous lovers she’d have complained, but she didn’t think she could deny Monroe anything. If he wanted her to taste herself, she would.
He broke the kiss and tangled with her shirt. She’d twisted it up when she’d been fondling herself earlier. Before she could say anything -- explain or apologize -- he growled and ripped her shirt down the middle. Trisha was sure that if her bra hadn’t had a front closure it would have been ripped off her too.
His mouth closed around one breast and he put his hand on the other. Trisha didn’t know what to do with herself. She settled for fisting her hands in his hair again and locking her legs around his waist.
“My sweet little slut.” Those words should shame her, but they enflamed her instead. She was a slut. And for right now she was his slut. And she loved it.
His mouth moved down her stomach and then covered her mons again. She jerked under him as he teased her still sensitive clit, the feelings almost too intense to bear. Almost. “Oh, sweet Goddess.” She clenched her fists in the bedspread since she couldn’t comfortably reach Monroe.
He licked her from top to bottom and then back up again. She opened eyes she didn’t realize were closed and stared at Geoff. He stood in the doorway, a curious expression on his face. Instead of anger, she sensed arousal. He had offered to ask Monroe for a ménage, and obviously he had or Monroe wouldn’t have known about it, but how did he feel now? Now that she was in bed with Monroe and he hadn’t even been there to participate.
Chapter Five
She stared, wordlessly, at Geoff, unsure whether to alert Monroe to his presence or not. Geoff raised his finger to his mouth and then grinned and palmed his crotch. Was it his turn to watch her fuck his friend? Had they planned this? He didn’t look upset at all.
“You aren’t paying attention to me. Am I boring you? Did you think I would just eat your pussy and then go away?”
“No!” She gasped and shook her head. “Not at all!”
“Good.”
The two men made love to her as differently as night and day, and she couldn’t pick between the two. Even with Geoff standing there staring at her, she couldn’t bring herself to make Monroe stop. She wanted his cock buried deep inside her. So deep she wouldn’t know where she ended and he began. As corny as it sounded, it was how she felt. In fact, she wanted both men buried deep inside her, and she’d never actually taken anyone in her ass.
Monroe nipped at her clit, the sharp pain turning to pleasure. But then he rolled her onto her stomach. “Reach up and grab onto the bars at the headboard.” Curious, she did as he asked. “Now hold onto them and don’t let go. Get on your knees and push your ass toward me.”
“Uh --”
“Do it!” He smacked her hard.
Trisha blushed as she complied with his demand. Knowing that Geoff watched only made her wetter. Damn, she was a pervert. A twisted, demented pervert.
The next slap was a surprise, even though she’d guessed he wanted to spank her. The stinging soon faded, and after a few more slaps the pain faded quicker each time. It turned into pleasure. A sweet pleasure that both surprised and excited her. She’d always wanted to be totally dominated, but had never found a man who could take control of her. Without even realizing she was doing it, Trisha leaned back to meet his slaps. The knowledge of what she’d done shocked and thrilled her. She was getting her ass spanked by a Dom, and loving every second of it.
The beginning of an orgasm started at the base of her spine and spread down to her toes and up to the roots of her hair, but Monroe stopped slapping her before she could come. He pressed kisses and nibbles on her ass, plunging first one finger and then two into her wet pussy.
“You are so wet, my little slut. So fucking hot and wet. Did you like it when I spanked your ass? Did you enjoy the spanking as much as I did? You know that little mewling sound you made every time you leaned back into a slap? It turns me on like nothing else. I want to redden your pretty ass again and again. I want to make it so that for the next week, every time you sit down you’ll think about me and what I did to you.”
“I want to fuck her mouth with my cock.” Geoff had walked to the side of the bed. She saw his naked legs and turned to look at his cock, but stopped when Monroe covered her eyes.
“I think we should blindfold the slut. Don’t let her know which of us is doing what to her.”
“Mmmm. I like that idea.” Geoff was quick to a
gree, and the idea that they’d planned this niggled at the back of her mind, only to be quickly pushed away. So what if they had. She wanted it. Needed it. Burned for it.
“Please,” she begged, unashamed of her neediness. “Oh, please.”
A piece of soft material covered her eyes. Hands grabbed hers and guided her to turn around and move to the bottom of the bed. A warm, hard body lay on the bed, and a cock, standing tall and proud, bumped into her fingers.
She knew a wicked grin covered her mouth, and didn’t care. She was going to suck off one of them while the other took her doggy style. Hooo baby.
Wrapping her fingers around the hard length, she pumped him a few times before lowering her mouth. When she rubbed her lips over the head, pre-cum dampened her lips. She licked them and moaned, matching the moan of the man she was pleasuring.
Someone slid their hands over her ass. She felt a moment of panic being exposed this way. They would see every jiggle, every ounce of extra weight, but then hands closed on her breasts and massaged, chasing away the last of her inhibitions. This was what she dreamed of. They wanted to give it to her, so she would take it. Enjoy it, and then deal with whatever repercussions there might be tomorrow.
Sensations collided around her, twining inside her and twisting her insides into a blazing jumble of nerves and heat. She worked the cock in her mouth harder, taking him in deeper until she had trouble breathing. The man behind her slid his cock into her pussy until he was seated fully, the soft hairs at the base of his cock pressing against her.
Trisha almost forgot to continue the blowjob when the man with his cock buried deep inside her began to move. In and out, his hard, thick cock rubbing her just the right way to send tingles through her. Hot damn, she was going to come -- and hard.
The cock in her mouth swelled, and then the man came, his cum filling her mouth. She eagerly lapped it up and swallowed it all, wanting to please him as much as they were pleasing her. The man pulled free, caressed her face, and wriggled around, sliding under her. At first she couldn’t figure out what he was doing, but then hands spread her open and a tongue brushed over her clit.
Trisha crooned, grabbing onto the body under her and writhing as he licked and sucked on her clit. She knew she spewed words, but exactly what they were was beyond her, and she didn’t care. Being fucked like this was even better than her wildest dreams. Her orgasm ripped through her, sapping all her strength and leaving her shaky. The man behind her roared as he came, triggering another orgasm, this one smaller, but fortunately so. She didn’t know if she could have handled two mind-blowing orgasms in a row.
Slowly, the men guided her down on the bed, tugging her back so her head rested on a pillow. Before she could complain, one of them dragged a warm cloth over her still tingling pussy. She twitched a few times, but was so satiated that she fell asleep before he was finished.
* * *
Trisha woke, sandwiched between the two men. Her body hummed with pleasure -- until she moved. Then muscles she didn’t even know she had ached. But it was a delicious feeling.
One warm hand cupped a breast, and another wrapped around her stomach. She snuggled in close, wondering how often they’d shared women. It had been a shock that Geoff would put his mouth so close to Monroe’s dick. A surprise that she loved. And now they were both snuggling her. Completely comfortable.
Would it be uncomfortable when they woke up? The guys knew each other better than she knew either one of them.
Dating. Would she now be dating both of them? Or would they just invite Monroe in sometimes? What if Monroe hit on her when Geoff wasn’t around? Would she resist him? Could she resist him?
Nature called, and she wondered if they would let her out to go to the bathroom. It took a long, slow minute, but then she was free. The men rolled toward each other. She bit back a snicker as they snuggled close, and she tiptoed out of the bedroom. She vaguely remembered where the bathroom was, and used it quickly, wondering if they had noticed she was missing yet.
She walked back in and found the men kissing, arms wrapped around each other, oblivious to anything else going on around them. Frozen in the doorway, she stared. There was no way they could mistake the other for her. She had breasts and plump arms.
The odd thing was that she was turned on by the sight. Seeing them kiss so tenderly made her heart ache for what could have been. Had she been a game to them? See which could seduce her first? Or had Geoff been genuinely interested and Monroe had let him sow his wild oats, knowing his lover would be back. They were definitely lovers because they ground their hard cocks against each other in a slow motion that revealed they weren’t strangers to each other.
Fury at being used by both of them replaced her sadness at knowing they weren’t falling for her like she’d been falling for them. Had been. Past tense. At least she found this out before it was too late.
Not worrying about being quiet, she stomped over to the bed and found her clothes. She hastily pulled them on, struggling with her torn shirt. She finally settled for holding it shut. When she looked up, both men were staring at her intently. Their unreadable gazes made her even angrier. “What?” she snapped.
They didn’t answer. Instead they shared another long gaze.
“Oh, come on! I let you blindfold me and fuck me senseless. The least you can do is explain why I go to the bathroom and come back to find you two like leeches, sucking on each other’s lips as if the world was coming to an end.” She was not about to admit it had been erotic and romantic. It was more than obvious she was the one out of place here. They were in a comfortable relationship. She wasn’t stupid.
“You know what? I’m not stupid. I can see you two love each other. What was I to you guys -- a game… an easy fuck --” The last word broke when she choked back a sob. She would not cry. This was not deserving of it. She was better than this. They’d used her only because she’d been stupid enough to let them.
Trisha turned and stomped down the hall.
* * *
“You should have told me what you were. What you meant to each other.” Nancy’s fists were balled at her sides, her anger palpable.
Only a few hours had passed since Trisha had fled. Somehow they hadn’t expected Nancy coming over here and disciplining them like a couple of bad pups.
“Why? We’re not pedophiles. You trusted us with your daughter, but you can’t trust us with your son because we like men? We like men and women. We never hurt your kids.”
“I trusted you with my sister, you stupid jackasses. She’s the next most important thing to me after my kids. And Ralph.”
“We didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“Our mistake was letting her leave before we’d explained everything. We were kissing partly because we wanted to know how she’d react to the news we were already in a relationship, and also because we were so aroused by the fact she’d spent the entire night. We love your sister. We love Trisha.”
Nancy snorted. “That’s funny. I would swear you two only love each other. My sister is sweet, adorable and loveable. Why hurt her? She came here after she lost her job and her fiancé. Her job was gone courtesy of a bunch of layoffs due to the economy. Her fiancé? He discovered he liked boinking skinny chicks better. He left her for another woman. One so skinny she looked anorexic. I saw photos. Trisha was beyond devastated. When she gives her heart it isn’t lightly.”
“She’s in love with us?” Geoff asked hopefully.
Nancy snorted. “As if. She doesn’t even know you two. She thought she knew you, Geoff, but she was wrong. You two need to stay away. She’s been hurt enough.”
“If we hurt her so much, then she must have some feelings for us.” Monroe put his hand on Geoff’s shoulder.
“Not likely. She didn’t know you well enough to love you. If she’d known you were lovers she wouldn’t have let you seduce her. So she apparently didn’t know you well enough to make love to you either. That was her mistake. You stay away from us.”
“But -
-” Geoff’s heart constricted in his chest.
“You mean to keep away from you, Ralph and the children as well, I presume?” Monroe’s voice was firm and steady, but Geoff knew his love’s heart was breaking as well.
“Yes. I wouldn’t have minded that you were homosexual, but you felt the need to hide it from me. You used and abused my sister. You will not have a chance to hurt one of us again.” Nancy spun on her heel and stomped away.
Geoff watched her go, his stomach churning. He turned to Monroe and knew the man felt the same heartbreak he did. The same devastation at being cut out of this family.
Geoff pulled away when Monroe went to put his arms around him. He didn’t want comfort. He wanted Trisha. “She’d have been perfect for us. I’ve never felt this strongly about another person, other than you.”
“Well, our first pollisexation was spent discovering our new ability to shift to human form and fucking as many different humans as we could. Male or female, we weren’t very discriminating. I’d like to think we made better choices now.”
“Do we know anyone who might be able to advise us on this?” Geoff stared into his lover’s dark eyes. His fingers itched to bury in that thick hair and fuck Monroe until they both forgot their names. Forgot Trisha. It hadn’t worked last night and it wasn’t going to work now either.
Monroe moved away from him and began to pace. “I can contact the Elder Wood, but I’m not sure what someone else can do for us.”
“I want to call my cousin. Cousins.”
“Which ones?”
“The sass and elm that found their mate.”
“Han and Luke? They fell in love with Gayle last year.”
“Yeah. But I think Gayle is someone who could talk to Trisha.”
“Talk about what?” Monroe looked at him with an odd expression.
“She doesn’t know we’re Botans. That our normal form is a tree. You a red mulberry and me a white mulberry.”
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