by Jess Bentley
“You mean this?” I ask, licking my lips. “I had Agnes make it just for me. I’m glad you like it.”
“Stand up and let me see,” Trey suggests, the growl in his voice belying his urgency.
Slowly I slide from the bed, noting how the skirt billows up as the air moves. It’s a brassiere on top, sewn with Swarovski crystals that looks sort of like a night sky. The midnight blue skirt swirls down, weighted by rosettes at the bottom.
This was Agnes’s suggestion when I came to buy panties for the dozenth time. She asked how I could possibly need so many. I explained—without too much detail—that my lover didn’t know his own strength and couldn’t undress me without destroying the delicate little things.
After pursing her perfect, full lips for fifteen seconds or so, she brightened. She promised to make me something that would solve my problem, and this is it.
No panties required. In fact, I shouldn’t even need to take it off.
Raising my arms over my head, I roll my hips like a belly dancer, causing the skirt to flutter and swing over my skin. Trey and Brock squint, automatically enchanted by the half-concealment the sheer fabric creates. I am glad they didn’t ask me to shave my pubes. I like to keep them trimmed into a triangle, which they are currently staring at with delight.
“I brought us something,” Brock smiles, still watching my pussy. He pulls a small, clear bottle from his pocket and holds it out.
“What is it?” I smile.
He pushes it toward me slightly, just to tease. As I approach him, I start to figure it out.
“Is that… lube? Why would I need—”
My voice chokes off as I realize what he’s implying. Now I understand why they both intended to be here.
Wiggling his eyebrows, Trey rubs his hands together. “You’re going to love it, baby, trust me.”
“We’ll go as slow as you need,” Brock assures me.
My stomach twinges. This makes me very nervous. I’ve never had anyone—never, not anyone—even ask to touch my asshole, let alone put anything in it. It always seemed like an incredibly dirty thing to do. Definitely taboo, and probably a lot more fun for them than it is for me.
But I did sign a contract, so….
“You’re, um, going to have to show me what to do,” I mutter uncertainly. “I mean, I’ve never—”
“That’s the best part!” Trey nods avidly. “You’re an ass virgin. You’ve never had anybody, so we’re the first. We’ll show you everything.”
“Yes, we’re thrilled!”
“So… you can’t both get in there, though, right? I mean, who’s going to do the honors?”
“I will,” Trey grins broadly. “After all, I saw your ass first.”
“Yeah, pretty sure that’s cheating but whatever,” Brock sulks.
Grinning, I remember when we met on the airplane. It was pure chance, my first flight and his rare appearance in a commercial airline because of the jet being unavailable. I wonder about the billion things that had to go right to make that coincidence happen just that way.
“I did not show you my ass,” I school him. “You’re making that part up.”
“Oh, I could see it… maybe it was just my vivid imagination, but I could see it that first time you walked in front of me. I thought to myself… now that is definitely an asshole I would like to break in.”
“Trey!” I object, swatting his arm. He catches my hand in midair and pulls me to him, wrapping his other arm around my waist. As his lips close over mine, his hand drifts down to cup my butt cheek, and then his fingers slide right into my crack. His fingertip taps against my hole, as though knocking on the door.
“At least eat her first, Trey,” Brock sighs irritably. I can tell he is salty about giving away his chance to get to me first.
“Oh, I’ll do more than that. Get on the bed, Brock. I’m going to let you get your dick wet for a minute, okay?”
“Oh! Now we are talking!”
In a flash, Brock is completely naked and on the bed, propped up on the pillows and grinning savagely. He licks his lips and begins fisting his cock though it is already hard for me.
My body clenches and twangs in response, as though connected to him by an invisible line. Like there is an electric wire between us and if he is turned on, I am turned on too.
“Straddle his face,” Trey says in my ear, from behind me. His breath is hot and silky in my ear. He slides his hands over my body, igniting me wherever he touches me. I arch my back and lean into him.
“Yes, thank you,” I nod.
Brock holds out his hands for me as I climb onto the bed. He lifts me up effortlessly and places me across his shoulders, my knees on either side of him. The skirt of my nightgown, I notice, easily drapes over his head, out of the way and out of danger. I might actually get to wear this nightie again sometime.
Brock’s hands massage my thighs as he guides my pussy around his face, slurping and tongue-fucking me enthusiastically. Fireworks shoot through my pelvis as I feel my nipples tighten. Holding onto the headboard for balance, I slide my free hand into the brassiere and pinch my nipples between my fingers. I’m still tender from yesterday with Sully, but it starts to feel so good.
“Yeah, that’s it, brother,” Trey coaches. “Get her nice and wet for me.”
“Mm-hmm,” Brock acknowledges, the vibrations of his hum shooting through my clit. I wish he could do that for a few minutes at a time. I would come like a firehose.
As his tongue flutters over my inner lips, I feel myself starting to come. I let it build, then release it all at once along with a gush of my juices that he eagerly slurps up.
As I’m recovering from the orgasm, I feel hands on my hips, and I’m suddenly lifted, held steady by more hands on my shoulders. I barely have time to register the change when I realize they are working together to move me, to mount me on Brock’s hard dick.
Already slick and relaxed, my pussy slides over his cock, sheathing him. Trey’s hands move me, pumping me up and down while I’m still shuddering from aftershocks. Brock sucks at my mouth, transferring my pussy taste to me. I taste good, sweet. I get fucked so often now, I know the taste of all of us.
He’s fucking me slower than usual, taking his time to plunge all the way in, then all the way out. With Trey’s guidance, I coach myself to relax, let him take over. Let them do whatever they want to me. All I have to do is give in.
The slower tempo lets me feel every glorious inch of his veiny cock. I feel the ridges slide inside of me, note how his knobby head bumps against my cervix. I’m so wet, I can feel the juices gushing out of me when he slides in.
“Yeah, keep her going just like that,” Trey coaches Brock. Brock’s hands move down to my hips to continue the steady pace and I feel something strange, something between my ass cheeks. At first it startles me.
“Just relax, baby. I’m gonna get you nice and warmed up, but you got to let me get at this sweet asshole.”
Relax, I command myself. Just relax and let him do it!
In seconds, I realize it’s his tongue. Soft and hot, he licks me from the hole where his brother’s dick is, all the way back to my virgin pucker. Every time he gets back there, he presses a little more, putting just the tip of his tongue into me, then withdrawing it.
As Brock is fucking my pussy, I realize the sensations are becoming more intense, brighter. They’re starting to come in colors and I push back a little harder against Trey’s tongue, urging him deeper.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans. “You want it, Bunny. I can tell you really want it.”
I hear the squawk of the bottle as he pries it open and then feel cool drops sliding down my ass crack. Must be the lube. He fingers me gently, swirling it all around, pressing against my hole. I force myself to relax and feel his fingers slip inside me about an inch. When he starts to withdraw it, it almost seems like I suck him back in.
“You feel that? Your ass wants to suck me in. You want my dick in there.”
“Yea
h,” I moan breathlessly as I fuck Brock even deeper. “I want to feel you in my ass.”
“Jesus, Bunny, yeah. Tell me,” he groans.
Something bigger slides against my asshole, way too big, I’m afraid. But he said I was going to love it, and I feel that kind of emptiness that I feel in my pussy when I want his dick. But I feel it from behind… is it the same feeling?
“Give me your dick,” I groan. “I want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, practically to himself. I feel the head of his dick sliding all around my ass, bouncing against his brother’s dick as he continues to fuck me. They seem to have a rhythm figured out between them.
The mattress shifts as Trey gets on his knees with his thumb tapping my hole. He slips inside again and it’s even easier this time.
“Your dick… give me that,” I beg him.
His groans are animal as he begins to drive past my barrier. All of a sudden I realize it’s happening, he’s committed to fitting his huge cock inside my ass while his brother’s huge cock is inside my pussy. But now, I’ve got to have it. I’m so close to coming again, I know that I want as much inside me as I can get.
Somehow my body loosens up even more. With a kind of inaudible pop, I feel his head totally inside my anus. I could feel how tight I am around him and the sense of urgency for more. The next time that I drive back on his brother’s cock, I slurp him more inside me too.
Hunger overtakes me. My body is being completely invaded, and I discover a new need. I’m so hungry for their cocks, I have to have their meat impaling me completely. Balancing on my elbows, I drive my body backward, gobbling their twin dicks in my twin holes.
Together, they match rhythms so that they’re both fucking me at the same time. I am full to bursting, then terribly empty. Over and over again, I get the relief of being refilled.
And suddenly I’m coming in a way I never have before. I’m coming, and squirting, and practically screaming. For a moment I almost leave my body as I am catapulted through a series of body shocks.
Trey and Brock come together, roaring as they shoot their spunk deep inside me, where no man ever has been before. It falls around their slippery dicks, puddling beneath us.
Then we all fall together in a heap, connected like animals. Unconscious. Transported.
I think we even fall asleep for a moment, drifting to a dream world where this kind of magic exists.
When I come back to reality, I can feel Brock kissing my lips as Trey kisses my neck and strokes my arm.
“You were so right,” I sigh. “I really do love that.
Chapter 18
Trey
When we walk into a room, all eyes turn to us. Bunny walks ahead of us, graceful and lithe as a dancer. It’s still a wonder to me that she never trained athletically. This is just how her body is: strong and graceful.
The maître d’ guides us through tables of celebrities and politicians. I have heard that there are rumors swirling around us, but no one has had confirmation. We keep to ourselves, mostly. It’s not out of modesty or some desire to hide, it’s just that we haven’t wanted to do anything but fuck for weeks.
But it seemed like Bunny deserved a night on the town, where the whole world could admire her the way that we do. Sully agreed to sacrifice part of the evening, as long as we promised to try to get back to the hotel early enough that he could still spend time with her. This is not, he told us, an authorized group night. Definitely not. Definitely still his night alone.
She looks outrageously beautiful in a glittering black evening dress, completely backless. Her spine undulates with every step as she saunters through the room, commanding all the attention. I think she loves it. She’s definitely not shy.
“Thank you,” she sighs as she sits in the chair the maître d’ holds out for her. As he slides it in under her, she gracefully places her handbag on the table next to her and gazes at each of us expectantly.
By contrast, we seem like a bunch of oafs. A pack of baboons. A fraternity of tragically smart kids. Definitely, she is the rose among the thorns.
“I can’t believe you got us a reservation at Lovecraft,” she breathes, leaning forward confidentially. “That’s Brad Pitt over there! And the mayor? And I’m pretty sure that’s Lady Gaga in a wig!”
“Probably,” Royce sniffs. “I mean, I’m not sure that’s Lady Gaga, but that’s definitely Brad Pitt. Do you want to meet him?”
“Yes! Wait, no… I don’t. Thank you for offering, though.”
“Why not?” Spencer asks. “Royce plays volleyball with him sometimes when he’s in town. I’m sure it’s no trouble.”
Her eyebrows go up dramatically. “You do? He plays volleyball?”
Royce waves his hand modestly. “Oh, we haven’t done that in a while. We had a team, kind of, when he was shooting his last movie here. He’s got a great serve.”
“I can imagine,” she smiles. “But I think I am happy where I am.”
She smiles at all of us, her cheeks pink. I’m constantly amazed that she can make us each feel loved, even when we’re all together.
And we do compete for her attention. Everyone wants to be the one who has the most time with her. I feel lucky that I got to pillage her asshole first, but Spencer got to fuck her pussy first, and Royce got the first blowjob. So I guess we all have our small, precious moments.
Still, when she looks at me I feel like she is looking right into me. The connection is real and it’s intense. She makes my heart hurt sometimes, she is so beautiful. It literally hurts to look at her for too long, especially when she is looking back.
“We are happy where we are too,” Sully murmurs, covering her tiny hand with his giant paw.
“Excuse me, sir?” Bunny smiles at a passing waiter. “Can you take a picture of us?”
Though it is a kind of touristy request, she asks it in such a charming way that the waiter immediately agrees. She pulls her cell phone out and hands it to him, then twists in her chair so that she’s surrounded by us. And though it is slightly undignified to completely act cheesy, we all gather around her, smiling like it’s senior picture day.
He hands the camera back to her and she wrinkles her nose and grins at it.
“You guys are just so handsome,” she says. “I hope we get a million pictures together.”
“We might already be halfway there,” Spencer remarks, nodding meaningfully over his shoulder. Royce follows his gesture and observes all the people with their cameras out. Looks like even the celebrities want to take pictures of our merry band of family love.
“Oh, let them,” Royce sighs in an uncharacteristically breezy manner. “It’s fine. It would be nice to see ourselves in People magazine, wouldn’t it? Maybe Time?”
“Maybe the National Enquirer?” Bunny adds sarcastically.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Spencer drawls.
“We don’t have anything to be ashamed of,” Sully replies. “We can do whatever we want. We can do whomever we want. And all we want is you. I would be happy if the whole world knew about it, to tell you the truth.”
She stares at him with light dancing in her eyes. “You know what, I almost believe you mean it,” she grins. “But the whole world doesn’t need to know all of our business. Is that what Royce always says?”
Royce shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “But I didn’t mean it like… as though you’re a secret. Not specifically. Just that it’s a habit to try to maintain our privacy.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining, Royce,” she shrugs. “I’m just happy to be here. With you. With all of you.”
She glances down at her phone. “And, we take really nice pictures together too. We should get some with Sophia and—”
Her voice cuts off as her expression darkens.
Immediately Sully is leaning toward her protectively. “What is it? Is everything all right?”
“I just…” her eyes dart around the table, glancing at each of us. “There’s something I forgot to tel
l you.”
“Like what?” Royce asks suspiciously.
She leans forward, then covers her mouth modestly when the wine steward comes over to deliver the Chilean wine. It takes forever for him to give Royce a sample, get that sample approved after Royce is done swirling it over his teeth like he knows what he’s doing, and then for all of us to get a glass. Finally he leaves.
“Like what?” Brock asks this time.
“When we were in Nantucket,” she begins, her eyes cast down, “I took Sophia into town to do a little shopping, remember?”
My stomach tightens with dread.
“I remember,” Spencer chimes in. “That was the day we signed the paperwork, right?”
She’s talking so quietly, I have to lean forward to hear her.
“When I was in town, in addition to discovering that the general store does not accept the Black Card—”
“I’ll have to take care of that,” Sully mutters.
“Let her finish,” Brock says.
“I am letting her finish,” Sully objects.
“Guys? I’m trying to tell you something serious here,” she interrupts, her eyebrows raised.
I can’t tell what’s in her expression. Remorse? Embarrassment? Guilt?
“Okay, so what I’m trying to say is,” she begins again, “I ran into… Nina.”
“Where?” Brock asks, alarmed.
“In Nantucket,” she repeats, confused.
“What? How?” Brock says.
“She lives there,” Spencer explains in a quiet voice.
“She lives there?” Royce repeats, his voice rising. “How did we not know that? Right there? By our family home?”
Spencer shrugs. “Well she has to live somewhere, doesn’t she? She took the settlement and moved to Nantucket.”
“All this time, and you didn’t tell us?”
“Tell you what? That she is still alive?” Spencer shoots back irritably. “What’s the big deal? That’s the first time we’ve been there in fifteen years. I thought her being there was fine, and probably a good way for us all to avoid each other. I didn’t know that this was going to be an issue.”