by Anthology
She suddenly understood exactly how people could spontaneously combust and burn to death—it was happening to her, right here and now—and this was just a kiss. What would happen when they finally worked those huge hard erections they were rubbing all over her, inside her needy little body?
As Evan pulled gently away breaking the kiss, Eric turned her towards him while Evan enveloped her back.
“Where are you, Mazie baby?” Eric asked. He tilted her chin up to stare down at her with those big sexy eyes and that teasing smirk.
She was drowning in their attentions. How did women ever survive them together?
“Keep talking to us…remember? We need to know you’re okay with this.”
But Evan was still doing such lovely things to her body with those big strong hands and long fingers of his. She closed her eyes, concentrating as he slid them up her thighs, beneath her dress; she didn’t think her legs could hold her upright much longer. And all the while they pressed and rubbed their rock hard muscles and burning thick shafts against her.
“Mmm…” She murmured. It was the best she could do right now.
Didn’t they know she’d simply lost her mind? Surely they didn’t expect sense from her now, did they?
Evan released her. Startled, her eyes flew open wide. Both men took just the smallest step back. Mazie instantly felt abandoned. Alone.
“No. Please—”
“Please what?” Eric asked.
“No. Oh, no. Don’t go. I need. I want, I’m so ready for…oh, please—” She suddenly felt bereft, uncertain. Tears threatened. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it wrong, I can do better.” She felt five years old.
Instantly they enveloped her again. The heat of their bodies…their strength empowered her anew.
“Shhh. We’re not going anywhere, sweet girl,” Eric assured. “We needed you to remember your words, baby. This is our first time together—”
“—And we need to be sure we’re all on the same page, darlin’,” Evan reminded gently. She smiled shakily and trembled in their arms. “Let’s take this inside to the bedroom and get you more comfortable. Then we’ll show you just how much we want you.”
Mazie looked up at the waning moon through watery eyes, to where it shone down without malice or care, pale and luminous on the shifting black of the ocean below.
She’d always remember this moment.
* * *
Eric had seen the glint of the tear on Mazie’s cheek, and cursed. Without another word, he scooped her up his arms and followed Evan to his bedroom, laying her gently on the huge four-poster bed. The muted glow from the bedside lamps barely cast enough light to see her curled upon it. But it seemed to ease the last of her fears, so they refrained from adding more.
Yet they could see her eyes. In them, her arousal flared like green fire as she watched them make short work of undressing for her.
Eric loved how there was no pretense.
No coyness from her; just an honest appreciation and hunger. He could grow to love how Mazie’s pretty little pink tongue flicked out as though tasting the damn air, when they’d torn off their T’s. And watching the uninhibited way she pressed a hand to her lap, grinding the heel hard against herself and moaning softly when they had released their cocks and kicked off their jeans.
Fuck.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen them naked before. He laughed and reminded her of that.
“Not like this.” Mazie smiled. “I had no idea you’d both be so huge. Are you sure you two can fit?”
“You let us worry about that,” Evan chuckled.
“Okay.”
Her lips were shiny and wet. And her gorgeous eyes were wide with trust and bright as jewels. Jesus, he’d never been so hard in his life. She poked that little pink tongue out again and lightly licked at her top lip. He squirted pre-come so hard, he thought for a minute he was done.
Damn.
“Your turn, baby. Show us,” Eric growled.
She looked over at him, startled for a minute, and so fucking adorable.
“Will this help?” Evan moved closer to the side of the bed, grabbed his cock in his fist, and jerked it slowly up and down a few times near her face.
Mazie bit her lip, fascinated by Evan’s thumb sliding over the glistening slit.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” She breathed the words on a sigh that Eric found sexy as fuck.
“Take your dress off, Mazie,” he instructed.
Feeling like a fucking kid in a candy store, he watched as she reached beneath her arm and released the zip. Gracefully, she moved onto her knees. Her dress rose as she spread her thighs before reaching down and lifting slightly upward. Mazie pulled her dress off over her head in one smooth action, then tossed it free.
In unison, he and Evan groaned out a, “Holy Fuck.”
Staring at her, they both stroked their cocks, totally enthralled with her beauty. She might have been a tiny little thing, but she was all woman; curvy and big-breasted. Boldly, she spread her thighs wider, granting them a peek of her saturated panties.
She looked like a fucking goddess.
“And now the bra, darlin’.” Evan nodded toward her chest. “I’m dying to see the color of your nipples…and how sweet they taste.”
“You should have felt how fucking hard they were, digging into my back, on the bike,” Eric said with a crooked grin.
He moved down beside Mazie on the bed, and watched as she reached behind her back. She unclasped the scrap of lingerie, then slowly peeled it from her breasts.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Just like that,” Eric told her.
As he cupped one breast, her supple heat filled his palm. Lifting it higher, he rubbed a thumb across the peak. Eric couldn’t take his eyes off her peach-colored nipple as it drew up hard and tight. Bending to her, he opened his mouth, and suckled the hard bud. Evan did the same to her right breast and nipple.
Mazie sighed in delight as she wrapped her arms around both their shoulders.
Eric stroked her neck and back as he feasted on her flesh. Her flavor exploded in his mouth as he rasped the tip with his tongue, then suckled the hard nub deeper. She tasted like passion and warmth…like fucking sunshine. She’d be addictive as hell.
Mazie let out a keening cry of pleasure that made both their dicks jerk, hard. Eric swore that if this torture didn’t end soon, with them inside her pussy, ass, or mouth—fuck, he’d even take her hand right now—they’d be spilling their loads all over her…and soon.
As they eased her back on the bed, Eric moved up and finally kissed her, while Evan nipped, licked, and laved his way down her body before latching his mouth onto her pussy.
* * *
Mazie was lost. Lost in sensations so glorious and overwhelming that she had no idea where or how to separate them, or whether she even needed to. She’d given up being shy or concerned. Being the center of attention between these two men made her feel like the most adored and treasured woman in the world.
She was going to come from a kiss, though from the softening of which set of lips, she had no idea…
Evan was sprawled between her thighs, one massive hand spreading her apart as he tenderly, yet thoroughly devoured her with his mouth. Using his tongue and teeth, he blinded her with pleasure, while he fucked her with two thick fingers, just for good measure.
Eric meanwhile tortured and teased her breasts and nipples until she almost came from that alone. And now, with his fist buried in her hair and his mouth doing wicked wonderful things to hers, their tongues explored and their breaths mingled. He kept dragging those kisses to her throat—where she felt her pulse hammering wildly—and nipping at her ear, while whispering all the delicious dirty things they were going to do to her.
“Are you ready to come, baby?” Eric whispered.
“Yes,” she cried.
“Hmm. That’s not going to do it, Mazie, Evan can’t hear—”
“Oh, god. Yes!” she wailed.
H
e laughed triumphantly. “That’s it, sweet girl…fucking gorgeous. Come hard for us, baby.”
Mazie felt like a pot of milk left to boil on the stove; hard to tell if anything was happening, until it started to bubble over. Then the rush was instant and overpowering. Every nerve ending sang with shock. She was alive…awakened. God, she felt wonderful.
Eric took her mouth again, tasting her orgasm and moaning with her as Evan gentled her pussy, lapping tenderly at her juices.
Then things really got real.
Evan began stroking lower, using both hands to lift and spread Mazie wider. He licked, teased and dipped around her sensitive rim, then speared through her crinkled rosette, again and again—sending shockwaves of new awareness scorching across her flesh. Eric plunged his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers, capturing her screams.
All Mazie could do was hang on for dear life as both men stole her sanity. She gripped onto Eric as the world dropped away beneath her. These two incredible men demolished each and every preconceived notion she’d ever had about making love.
She’d burned like fire, been drenched almost continuously from the moment she’d first seen them both tonight—two things that should have cancelled out the other. But they didn’t. She steamed now. Mazie certainly felt as if she were in a pressure cooker about to erupt. Every touch, every caress of their lips, their mouths and teeth, and oh, god…the things they could do with those wicked hands, drove her mad. Even their skin and body hair sliding against her own was a sensual torment that had her quaking and trembling for more. Worse was the feel of their thick weeping shafts rubbing, stroking, and pushing against her, promising indescribable pleasure if they were only allowed inside her body somewhere, instead of beating her senseless on the outside.
They were killing her…
Determined not to miss a thing, she’d learned her lesson, Mazie did as they’d asked and spoke up.
“Please, I need you both,” she begged. “I can’t take any more, I need you inside me now.”
* * *
Evan loved the fresh, fully aroused, sweet and tart taste of their woman. He already thought of her as theirs, and he hadn’t even filled her ass with his cock yet. He moaned in appreciation as he licked his lips, her essence emblazoned in his memory.
She was ready. He’d eaten her pretty pussy and made her melt all over his mouth…felt her silken walls clutch hungrily around his fingers as he’d held them deep inside. He’d slipped lower when she was coming, thrusting his tongue through the pulsing, tight ring of muscle. He growled against her in satisfaction as she continued to spasm around him.
Since then he’d been busy eating her ass while Eric feasted on her cunt. Evan used his fingers before adding lots of lube to stretch and open her tight rim, and relax her back passage. During that time Eric had made her come twice more, giving Evan plenty of juice to work into her pretty hole. He’d been able to scissor two, then three fingers gently inside her. As Eric moved up and lay on his back, he distracted Mazie by giving her a condom, asking her to sheath his cock.
Evan moved off the bed, took a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it down over his aching shaft. Stopping at the foot of the bed, he watched the erotic sight before him.
Eric held Mazie crouched and spread above him. Evan stood mesmerized by the long line of her back. Shaped like a violin, her figure nipped in tight at her waist, and flared out at her hips. Her sweet round ass, like an upside down heart, made his mouth water. His twin held her thighs apart as her hand reached between them to clasp his swollen cock, and guide it to her opening. Evan’s cock jerked hard in envy.
Without so much as a pause, Mazie slid down onto every thick inch. Their groans of pleasure made his nipples tighten more than they already were. This first time wouldn’t last long. They were all too excited and needy for one another. Coating his condom-covered cock with lube, Evan moved to the bed to join them.
Eric had eased Mazie into position, bringing her head and shoulders down to his chest, her thighs on the outside of his, ass high and spread. Evan couldn’t take his eyes of her cunt stuffed full of Eric’s cock.
Evan maneuvered in behind her, gentling Mazie with a soft touch and reassuring words. He stroked his cock against her ass, letting her feel him, then pushed against her taut rim with a slow, steady pressure.
“Good girl. You’re doing beautifully. Breathe out, Mazie. Relax and let me in.”
“Oh my fucking god,” she howled. “I don’t know if I can—”
“Yes you can,” Eric coaxed. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe. Fuck me. You feel so good.”
Sweat broke out on his hairline. A second later, with a slight pop, he slid past the tight band and all the way inside the heated furnace of her body. Through the thin barrier of skin separating them, Evan felt his brother waiting for him, cock stilled and slotted like a saber in its sheath. He smiled at the irony of this incredible intimacy. Nothing kept them apart.
“I-I have to move,” Mazie growled like a little kitten.
Evan could see her claws digging into his brother’s shoulders. They’d foolishly expected to control this girl, but she’d surprised the hell out of them. Especially when she demanded more by clenching hard around them both, and sweeping them up into the mother of all twisters.
Grabbing her hair in one fist and her hip in the other, Evan rode their beauty hard, he and Eric quickly finding a familiar rhythm of surge and retreat that had one of them pounding inside her constantly.
“I’m going to come. I can’t fucking hold it, she’s killing me,” Evan croaked.
“Mazie?” Eric grunted.
No words needed. Not this time. She’d thrown her head back against Evan’s shoulder as she cried out and keened long and loud. Milking them both with her body, she squeezed in heart-stopping hot pulses around them. She sent both men into overdrive as they clutched her, ground and thrust into her. Roaring together they came.
Mazie was amazing.
She was no wallflower. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm as she begged and pleaded for more. Not content to just lie there and simply yield to whatever they dished out, Mazie gave back as good as she got. They loved it all, and they were crazy about her.
By the time grey streaks of dawn were lightening the sky, Evan had gently cleaned Mazie, not moving her from where she slept peacefully in Eric’s arms. Crawling back in bed to join them, he rolled over and smiled at Eric.
“You were right. It was time to claim her.”
“I should frame that, fucker.”
“Screw you.”
“Quiet, fool. You’ll wake her,” Eric snapped.
Evan laughed. “We wore her out so thoroughly it’ll take a train wreck to wake her.” They knew how to put her to sleep again, and they had the rest of their lives to figure everything else out.
“One thing’s for sure,” Eric mused. “She won’t be needing any B.O.B’s—”
Evan cut him off with a laugh. “—Or batteries, ever again.”
ISABELLA LAPEARL
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TRIGGER ~ GLENNA MAYNARD
Trigger
Today is the day I’ve been waiting on for three years. No, I take that back, I’ve been waiting all my life for today. Opal Willoughby is out of high school and eighteen. Opal was made for loving me. I know it and she knows it. We’ve been in a
struggle of push and pull since we were kids. Me trying to push her away while she has tried like hell to pull me in.
I knew not to touch her before she was of age.
Her daddy woulda sent me upstate in a flash had I touched his precious angel a day before she turned eighteen.
Now there’s nothing he can do to stop what’s been set in motion for years.
When I was in high school, Opal was still just a girl. I knew it was wrong to see an eighth grader and want her, but Opal had this something, she still does. Even though I knew lusting after a reverend’s daughter was wrong, I didn’t care. I wanted her and knew that one day I would make her mine.
When the woman she has become smiles at me…the sensations I feel travel straight to my dick.
However, there was always this sadness behind her eyes.
She’d come to the county pool when I was working as a lifeguard and dip her toes in the water. Never getting in, she’d just sit near my lifeguard post and grin at me.
One day, a little asshole decided he was gonna have fun with the Rev’s daughter and threw her into the pool. It was obvious she couldn’t swim, even though the water wasn’t very deep. The part of the pool she was in only had a depth of four feet. She could’ve stood had she bothered to stop flailing her arms and legs long enough. I jumped in after her, furious with the kid, he could have broken a bone by tossing her in shallow water like that. Asshole.
I shouldn’t have looked, but when I was getting her from the pool, I could see down the back of her suit. The bruises and welts marking her pale skin didn’t escape my notice.
Anger flooded me, I wanted to kill whoever had hurt her.
She was all that was good and pure in the world and someone had hurt her.
Once I had her secure in the office drinking a soda, I jerked that runt from the pool by his hair, daring him to ever even breathe the same air as Opal. I’m positive he pissed himself. He never looked in Opal’s direction again.
Back in the office I kicked the filing cabinet imagining I was kicking the kid. Opal jumped and a slight squeak left her lips.