Mitchell’s cock was broader, the head flatter. Ivan’s was thinner but longer. Or, as they were both lying on their backs with their dicks pointing upward, taller. Mitchell’s cock was also slightly darker in color, like his body hair. Now to compare them by touching and tasting.
Claire grasped a cock in each hand, holding them firmly and enjoying her power over the men as they both instinctively tried to thrust up into her hand. “No, no. This is my time to explore. You must be patient,” she told them, a slight laugh in her tone.
Mitchell sighed and Ivan grunted, but both relaxed their hips onto the bedding again.
She tugged up each shaft, one at a time, noticing how, even though they seemed to be obeying her instructions, they pushed into her hand. Just as his body was more muscular, Mitchell seemed more forceful in his actions, possibly because of the muscle tone of his pelvic area. Or maybe Ivan was just being more polite and amenable. It was impossible to guess.
Claire flicked her tongue over each cockhead, enjoying their remembered flavors and differences. She already knew their scents but wanted to see this time, not just to wet them to make it easier for them to enter her.
Slowly she licked her way up and down Mitchell’s shaft, sucking one of his balls into her mouth, before laving Ivan’s cock. After she tasted Ivan’s balls, she teased his cockhead to reward him for his good behavior. He groaned deeply, and his dick grew even longer.
Claire checked Mitchell’s cock then sucked his head. Yes. As she did so, he grew longer, too. Interesting.
Her cunt was damp now, cream forming in her core from the teasing and tasting of these attractive men. Attractive not just in looks, but also in actions. Either or both of them could easily have tipped her off them and taken control of this game, but they were honoring her by letting her pretend that the control was all hers.
Soon the urge to take one of them inside her hot cunt would overwhelm her, she knew, but for now she continued exploring, touching them here and there, licking, sucking, nibbling over their bodies, then laying flat on them to kiss each one tenderly.
“Are you about done there? Because if my cock doesn’t get inside you really soon, I’m going to send my seed all over us all,” gasped Ivan.
“Oh, poor Ivan,” she teased, then moved until she was over his body, held his cock at her entry, and slid down, absorbing him deep inside her.
“Come, fill my mouth,” she said to Mitchell.
“At last,” he groaned, wiggling up on his knees and lining his cock up at her face. He was so wide her lips were stretched to take him all in, but she’d done it before and knew she would manage. It took her a little while to synchronize sliding up and down on Ivan’s cock with sucking and releasing Mitchell, but eventually she got a rhythm going, although she had to admit the men were doing a fair bit of the work.
Her body was highly aroused, and sitting over Ivan meant he hit all her most sensitive places, driving her higher and higher very fast. Ivan gripped her hips with his hands, pushing her down hard so his pelvis ground against her nubbin, increasing her pleasure tenfold. Meanwhile, Mitchell steered his cock in and out of her mouth so she could scrape her teeth across his sensitive cockhead, flick her tongue in the little slit to taste his essence, then suck him deep and pull hard on him to bring him ever closer to release.
Faster and faster, the men moved, Claire letting them take charge now as her pleasure burst inside her, shaking her limbs and making her limp with happiness. Ivan’s hot essence filled her cunt as she came, so she knew he’d just been waiting for her to reach her peak before he let go of his own control. She sucked Mitchell’s cock deep into her mouth, as far as she could, then dragged her teeth up the shaft as she let him out. He pushed into her again, and she hollowed her cheeks to bring him higher. It was enough. His seed filled her mouth, and she swallowed hard as she let him slide out, so she could collapse on Ivan’s body, panting with fulfillment.
Mitchell wrapped his arms over both her and Ivan, and they relaxed together for a long time as the tiny light of the fire burned out.
* * * *
They were all awake at dawn, with much to do so they could move to the stronghold that day.
Paul wanted to take everything in one trip if they possibly could, while they had the help of the horse, and that was a sensible plan.
“If we put the grain on the horse, we should be able to carry the rest ourselves,” said Mitchell.
“What about the vegetables though? I want to take them with us,” said Claire. “I can put some in the big cooking pot and more in the two small pots I want to bring, but I don’t think that will accommodate all of them.”
“Can’t you just tie the rest in the blanket? We have to bring the blanket anyway,” suggested Ivan.
Claire nodded. Hard vegetables could be transported in a blanket. She’d make sure the softer vegetables and fruits went in the pot.
It was afternoon by the time they’d packed everything they wanted. The horse didn’t seem concerned with the bags of grain on its back, so they added the big cooking pot as well. Each of them had quite a load to carry, but the men each had one arm free for a weapon, and Claire led the horse. They placed her in the middle of their little group, with Paul leading, Mitchell watching the rear, and Ivan guarding their flanks.
It was an hour’s walk from Paul’s land to the stronghold, but they didn’t hurry as their loads were heavy, and the horse preferred a steady, measured pace. Besides, Claire was enjoying the familiar walk, seeing trees and fields long remembered from her childhood and sadly missed over the past year. Although the past year had given her Ivan and Mitchell, so she couldn’t complain.
When the track turned a corner and the high stone walls of the stronghold were only one hundred paces ahead of them, Claire understood how Paul had felt on seeing his land again. It was home, safety, security, all that meant so much to her. Of course, anywhere with her family was acceptable and manageable. She’d been cared for more than adequately in the forest this past year. But the stronghold was home.
Mitchell’s hamlet was not far to the west of the stronghold. Only a short time later they were walking through the hamlet, and people were coming onto the track to welcome them back.
“Mitchell, you’re back. And with your bride.”
“Did I not say I’d find her? Tomorrow we’ll ask Father Augustus to say the words over us,” replied Mitchell.
“Old Mary never doubted you’d be successful. She’ll be so pleased to see you.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing her, too.”
“She’ll be up at the stronghold. She mostly stays there now.”
Mitchell nodded his thanks.
Mitchell’s house was as Claire remembered it. Bigger than Paul’s house, but not large. Just one spacious room with storage shelves along the back wall, the fire pit, a table and two chairs on one side, and a big bed on the other, with a smaller cot closer to the fire, so Mitchell’s grandmother could stay warm.
Claire collected the heavy pots of vegetables and fruits, and took them one at a time to the storage shelves. They were well filled already. Mitchell and Mary had plenty of food, more than was needed for the two of them. But still, to feed five, she was glad she’d brought all that could be saved from Paul’s house. It wasn’t a lot, but it would be enough to prevent them from getting ill, especially if she could gather some herbs from the forest.
She cooked a simple soup for their evening meal, and all went early to bed, having had a long day with packing, unpacking, and carrying heavy loads. Tomorrow she was to be married, formalizing her relationship with Mitchell and Ivan.
* * * *
They all went down to the river to wash, and then the men put on clean shirts, and Mitchell and Paul had clean breeches as well. Ivan’s breeches had been so badly torn in the forest Claire had been unable to mend them, so he now only had the one pair, but he’d brushed them as clean as he could. Claire was wearing her good dress. Sadly, after a year being carried around in th
e forest, it no longer looked as nice as it once had either, but at least it was clean and with no holes or darns in it. She spent a long time combing her hair until all the tangles were unsnarled and it flowed straight and smoothly down her back.
Then they walked back to the stronghold to return the horse and ask Father Augustus to marry them.
As they entered the courtyard, Old Mary was sitting in the sunshine on a bench, waiting for them. She jumped up and hurried over to them, throwing her arms around Mitchell and hugging him before hugging Claire. “I knew you’d find her, my boy. I just knew you would. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when people said this morning you were back. And don’t you look so handsome and well. Travel suits you, it does indeed.” Mary hugged Mitchell again.
Mitchell gave her a kiss then moved gently out of her arms. “I must return the lord’s horse.”
One of the guards came over and took the reins. “I’ll take him for you. He looks just as he did when you left. The old horse has done well.”
“I never had a moment’s trouble with him. He walks steadily all day, although he’s not fast,” agreed Mitchell.
By now a crowd had gathered, all wanting to hear Mitchell’s story, welcoming Claire and Paul home, and eager to meet Ivan. Mary was walking beside Mitchell, keeping him in her sight, and Claire suddenly understood how much the old lady had missed her grandson.
“Thank you for letting him come and find me,” she whispered.
“Ah, child, he needed you. His heart was breaking. I couldn’t bear to see him so unhappy. It was best he leave. But I’m so glad he did bring you back home safely.”
Lord Rhys and Lady Elinor took Mitchell, Paul, Ivan, and Claire aside from the crowd. They explained what had happened, and their lord and lady just grinned. “My wife, you have started an unstoppable trend in three-person marriages,” said Lord Rhys.
Father Augustus was called and proceeded to marry Mitchell and Claire, with Ivan standing beside them and nodding at the appropriate places in the vows.
They all ate dinner in the great hall, and then Claire, Mitchell, and Ivan returned to Mitchell’s house alone.
“I hope Paul is searching for a suitable wife of his own,” said Claire.
“He’s a handsome man. I’m sure the eligible young women will be looking at him,” said Ivan.
They all laughed, and then Claire’s breath hitched as they went inside the house and Mitchell barred the door.
“Our first time in a real bed. And it’s my turn for her ass,” said Mitchell huskily.
Claire just nodded, carefully taking her good dress off and slipping her feet out of her shoes. She folded her shift on top of the dress, and she was ready. Her long hair flowing around her face reminded her that she hadn’t teased their bodies with it yet and had meant to do so several times.
Mitchell, naked, was looking along the storage shelves. Up and down he paced several times, until he stopped and smiled, taking a tiny vial from the top shelf. “I knew we had some oil. This will make penetration of your ass much easier,” he said.
Claire nodded. They always did their best to prepare her, but it often burned as they entered her ass. She was eager to know how an oiled cock would feel.
Ivan climbed onto the bed and lay flat on his back in the center. “Oh, it feels wonderful. So soft. Perhaps I’ll just go straight to sleep,” he teased them.
Claire looked at his cock. It was standing straight up like a good soldier. “Your cock has other plans,” she said.
Ivan hissed and tugged on it. “Come, sit on me then, and give it a home.”
Claire settled herself on the bed then crawled over his body, kneeling over his hips and letting him guide his cock to her entry. Then she gradually sank down on him, going very slowly, absorbing him just an inch at a time, until they both were hot and tense with need, sighing with bliss as he finally sank into her to the hilt.
Mitchell’s hand on her lower back reminded Claire that he was still unfulfilled, and she laid flat on Ivan while Mitchell dribbled a tiny amount of oil around her asshole. His thick fingers massaged the oil all around the entry then slid inside.
Claire loved the feeling as he worked the tissues, loosening and softening them, giving all three of them great pleasure, as Ivan’s cock inside her reacted when her body moved with Mitchell’s touch.
Ivan rested one hand on her lower back, so he could more clearly feel all the action taking place behind her. “Your cunt grips my cock tighter every time Mitchell touches those special places inside you,” he said.
“She’s almost ready. I can hardly wait,” said Mitchell, adding a few drops of oil to his cock and rubbing it in.
Then he pushed his cock at her entry, and it did slide in much easier than usual. She still felt stretched to the limit, with Ivan’s cock filling her cunt, and Mitchell’s fat cock in her ass, but as always the tissues seemed to stretch and accommodate all that flesh inside her, and although it was tight and full, somehow they all fitted in perfectly.
“I want to go really slowly. A celebration that we are truly married,” said Mitchell.
“Good plan. I hope I can hold on. Claire’s just so wonderful it’s hard not to burst as soon as I get inside her,” said Ivan.
The two men held her tightly between them, not allowing her to move at all, and began such a slow movement in and out of her that Claire wanted to scream. She was so full, so aroused, so possessed and surrounded by love that she wanted to explode in pleasure immediately. But instead, they drew out so very, very slowly, then pushed back in at a similar pace.
Inside her belly, the pleasure was a tight knot of need, but at the men’s slow teasing, it grew larger and tighter, a ball of desire that she couldn’t ignore.
Desperately she clenched her inner muscles around both cocks, holding them as hard as she could, trying to tell them she wanted them to move faster.
It seemed to work, as they both groaned and did speed up a little, thrusting in deep and hard and a little faster, moving together, always keeping pace with each other, only gradually increasing the speed she so badly needed.
And all the while the ball of need in her belly grew bigger and bigger until it was almost all-consuming.
“Please,” she begged.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” warned Ivan.
“Very well, now then,” said Mitchell.
Both men slammed inside her together, and the ball exploded, shooting fiery sparks of pleasure everywhere in her body from her toes to the top of her head. Heat burst in her cunt and her ass as both men released their seed, and the heat kept the ball of pleasure inside her going on and on, until her limbs were too weak to hold her up.
“So good, thank you,” she whispered, sinking deep into the soft bed.
“It’s just the beginning,” said Mitchell.
“Oh yes,” agreed Ivan.
Chapter Seven
Mary sat in the summer sunshine on the bench Ivan had built her against the wall of Paul’s house. She loved the sunshine. It soothed all her aches and pains. During the winter, some days it had been so very hard to get out of bed and walk. Every bit of her had ached with the cold, even though she sat by the fire wrapped in her winter cloak and a blanket as well. But now, she moved much more easily, the heat soaking into her skin and bones, bringing life back into her old body.
Claire was the perfect daughter-by-law. No woman could have been more caring of an old grandmother. She made food especially for Mary, always ensuring she had the tenderest pieces of meat, and tastiest vegetables, as her old tongue no longer recognized flavors as it had in years gone by.
Finding out Ivan was part of the marriage, too, had been a surprise. But if Mitchell was happy with the arrangement, so was she. And he’d been wonderful to her. She patted the bench he’d built her, placed exactly in the right position not only to catch the warmth of the sun, but also to watch out over the fields where Paul and the other men could often be seen, planting, sowing, weeding, and caring for the crop.
It was also close to the vegetable garden, so she could talk to Claire as she worked there.
They had first planted Mitchell’s fields, and he went back there to check them each week, sometimes taking one of the other men so they could weed between the young grain. But most of their time was spent here. Between caring for the crop, a larger crop than Paul or Mitchell had ever planted before since there were five of them to feed now, the men had been building a house for Mitchell, Ivan, and Claire. It was bigger than Paul’s house, with the assumption that one day there’d be children as well. At present, it had walls and a roof, but the interior was unfinished. They slept there at night, but Claire cooked at Paul’s house, and they all ate there. All the food and their possessions were temporarily stored at Paul’s house, too.
Mary turned her thoughts to a wife for Paul. With Claire cared for, and the land in good condition and three men to keep it that way, the next step was to find a bride for Paul. While they all worked together every day, he wouldn’t get lonely, but Mary knew she was certain to die sooner rather than later, and with her gone, once Claire had children, Paul would feel very much alone.
The young women at the stronghold were interested in Paul, but so far he didn’t seem to have his eye on any particular one. Well, she’d have to arouse his interest somehow. But which young woman would suit him? Someone who would cook for him once Claire became too busy with her own family. Someone who understood the land and would work with Claire in the vegetable garden. Someone he could talk to. Mary had noticed he loved to have long conversations about anything and everything. She enjoyed listening to the young people as they talked on all sorts of things around the fire at night. Paul’s woman would need to be intelligent as well as hardworking and pretty. But who?
* * * *
Claire had been carefully looking at all the young women at the stronghold. It was more than time Paul found a bride. She wanted a woman for him who would work by his side, but one who could entertain his sharp brain as well. Or, she giggled to herself, maybe two women, one skilled in each area. Or even three, one for him to bed with as well. She snorted and tried to be serious. As she worked, she compiled a list of potential partners in her head. The next time they were at the stronghold, she’d make sure they sat down to dinner with a few of these women so that he could get to know them better.
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