by Liane Moore
“Baby, you keep doing that, and we’ll be over before we begin. As much as I love your hand stroking me, I’m dyin’ to feel that wet pussy gripping my dick. Put me in. Now,” he ground out through clenched teeth. His jaw was tight, his eyes swirling with desire, and he looked like he was trying his hardest not to take control. When I saw his hands were balled into fists on the sheet, I knew it was killing him that he couldn’t.
It just made me all the more eager.
Rhett’s hands came around to my breasts, kneading them, rolling his thumbs along my nipples. The pleasure was intoxicating, and I slowly sank down on Macon. The pressure of him spreading me wide open was not painful as I expected. I was so wet, that even with his thick girth, it felt so amazing that I had a hard time taking it slow. With one last glance at Macon, I threw my head back and met Rhett’s lips, just as Macon thrust up, tearing through my virginity.
I gasped against Rhett’s lips at the sensation. His tongue darts into my mouth and somehow, they were in perfect rhythm; Macon thrusting into my body and Rhett’s tongue fucking my mouth. Wanting—needing—more friction to heighten my pleasure, I began to grind my clit against Macon’s pubic bone. All too soon, my toes were curling, my spine was tingling, and I was seized by the rush of pleasure and sensation so intense I could hardly breathe.
I’d always thought the virgin orgasm was a myth.
These two men proved how wrong I was.
The moment Rhett pinched my nipple at the same time Macon thrust upward, I could no longer hold on. Wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure shot through me like fire in my veins. I tore my mouth from Rhett’s and screamed my release into the air while bracing myself on Macon’s chest with my hands.
I shuddered, my breath panting, my legs quivering, and my pussy quaking around Macon’s cock.
“Holy shit, Peaches.” Macon’s growling whisper was full of wonder. His hands gripped my hips as he held me firmly in place. “You coming on my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Come here. I need that mouth.”
Before I could even think of complying, his hand was on the back of my head and he was pulling me down to him. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth. His tongue broke through the barrier of my lips and tangled with mine, all the while his hand was tangled forcefully in my hair.
I felt warm liquid being poured over my ass and I froze. To be honest, I was a little terrified of what it was going to feel like. Not only anal sex but the sensation of having two huge dicks inside of me at once.
If Macon noticed, he didn’t react. He simply continued his assault on my mouth and held me against him. He spread his legs, effectively spreading mine in the process. Rhett took his place between them and began massaging my ass cheeks. This act alone had my fears melting away.
Macon held me hostage against him with his mouth, and I melted into him, giving into my lust. Soon I felt a finger at my hole. This time, I didn’t flinch.
“Baby, I’m going to prepare you to take me. When I put my finger in, make sure you push out and try not to tense up on me. It’ll be easier that way,” Rhett explained.
I broke away from Macon’s mouth to turn and make eye contact at Rhett. He nodded, apparently understanding that I heard him and I’d obey. At that point, I was so intoxicated with pleasure I’d practically do anything they asked.
Macon’s hand slid between us and rubbed my clit while the other still fisted my hair. I then turned back around to stare at him. He watched me intently, refusing to break eye contact. It was as if he was waiting to gauge my pain threshold, ready to tell Rhett to back off if need be.
What did I say earlier about falling in love a little bit?
I was just pushed over the edge.
Rhett’s finger pushed past the ring of my asshole. I gasped in surprise; not in pain. It stung a little, but strangely, I relished the feeling.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Rhett said. “I’m going to add another one in. Again, make sure you don’t tense up on me.”
The pressure was more intense when he added a second finger, but still, there was no pain. Coupled with what Macon was doing to my clit, I wasn’t sure I’d last much longer before going off again. Sensation overwhelmed me when Rhett’s fingers began to scissor inside of me. I was moaning so loud, I was grateful the closest neighbor was miles away.
Macon peered around me and ground out, “I think she’s ready. If you don’t get in her soon, I’m going to explode. From the way she’s clenching my cock, I can tell she is, too.”
Rhett’s fingers left my ass and I heard the cap coming off the bottle of lube again. I listened as he assumingly got his cock ready, then felt the tip of him pressing against my hole.
I wiggled my ass just as his hand came to my hip. “Are you ready, Peaches? ‘Cause we’ve been waiting a long fucking time for this and we’re ready to make you ours.”
I felt Macon’s cock twitch inside me, and I already began to see stars. “I’m ready. Please fuck me, Rhett. I can’t take it any longer. I need to be yours. I am yours.”
“Hang onto Macon, baby, and remember to push back into me.”
My hands gripped Macon’s shoulders, and just as he reached up and started sucking on my nipples, I felt Rhett’s cock begin to breach my hole. The pressure from behind intensifies so incredibly that a flash of panic bursts through me. For a split second I was scared I wouldn’t be able to do this, but just when I thought I was going to stop him, he pushed past my ring of muscle and slid right inside me.
The three of us released a collective groan of pleasure.
They both paused, assessing me and ensuring I was okay before they began thrusting in unison.
After making sure that I was ready, they wasted no time rocking into me with a skilled rhythm that had me surrendering to them without hesitation. I was in such a state of bliss that all I could do is lay there and take it. Take them. I would never have imagined it would be this way. So filling. So erotic. So incredibly perfect.
Macon thickened inside me and I could tell he was about to come. He reached for my hips while Rhett’s hands went to the small of my back. Macon slammed me down onto him, sending us both over the edge and yelling out in pleasure simultaneously.
“Fuck, she’s squeezing my dick so hard, I can’t take it anymore,” Rhett groaned just as he bottomed out into me, coating my ass with his come.
He collapsed on top of me and I lay sandwiched in between them while the three of us caught our breaths. All too soon, Rhett slowly pulled and rose from the bed to get up. I wanted to protest. Being in that sandwiched, cocooned between the two of them, was my new favorite place. My new home.
He patted my ass. “Stay right here, baby. I’m just gonna get something to clean you up with.”
He leaned down and pulled my hair away from my face, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.
Macon shifted and rolled to lay beside me. I could feel their combined come coating my thighs. Without thinking, I reached down to feel it. I rubbed it into my entrance and groaned in pleasure.
“None of that, baby. Your orgasms are ours and you need a break before we go back for more,” Macon playfully chided me.
I blushed, shooting him a shy smile as I pulled my hand up. While meeting his eyes, I licked my fingers, groaning at the taste of him. Rhett. Me.
“Fuck….” he groaned. “You’re going to kill us aren’t you?”
I smiled. “Maybe.”
Chapter Six
Caroline
When I woke up, it was still dark outside. Once again, my body was overheating from both sides as my two men cradled me in their arms. I shifted slightly and could still feel the soreness between my legs. My mind wandered to some of the Tumblr porn I’d watched, and I suddenly had a crazy idea about how to wake them up and pay me some attention. They must’ve been worn out from taking my virginity because neither one of them budged when I turned over onto my knees. I kneeled in between them and pulled the sheet down gently. I finally had a minute to study their cocks. The
y looked so different. I could see why Macon preferred not to do anal and was thankful for it. In fact, I was surprised he hadn’t torn my pussy in two. His thickness was something that I would have thought was photoshopped if I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes. Rhett even though isn’t as thick was just as impressive. And suddenly, I was hungry.
I’d never given a blow job before, but I thought I could pull it off. I reached down and palmed both dicks at the same time, stroking up and down. I grinned to myself when mere moments later they were both hard under my touch. I glanced up, shocked they were still sleeping through my stroking.
I reached down, darting my tongue out and licking the head of Rhett's erection. As I tasted him, pulling him into my mouth, I couldn’t help but give a little hum of delight at the sweet and salty concoction. I used my saliva to stroke him harder while my mouth gave the same attention to Macon’s. He was a little more challenging. I could just get my jaw loose enough to take him in. Once again, I hummed in appreciation at the taste of him.
I heard a groan and looked up to see they were both finally awake, watching me through the slits of their eyes.
“Baby, you’re playing with fire,” Macon murmured, his voice both sleepy and full of lust.
I just sucked him deeper into my throat. He lifted his hips, pumping in and out of my mouth as my tongue and hand stroked him until I felt him tense beneath me. A moment later, a hand rested on the top of my head. All of a sudden, I was lifted away from Macon and turned to meet Rhett’s eyes.
“My turn, Peaches.”
I grinned and took him deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. I peeked up to gauge his reaction. I was pleased to see his head thrown back and the veins bulging in his neck. Guess I was good at the blowjob stuff. I continued to stroke both of their cocks with my hands as I took turns sucking them off. It wasn’t long before they were both on the edge, and Macon was the first to go crashing over.
“I’m going to come, baby. If you don’t want it in your mouth, you need to ease up.”
Deny myself the taste of his come, shooting hot into my mouth? Hell no.
Instead, I sucked him deeper into my mouth and seconds later I felt him spurt his seed down the back of my throat. I swallowed every last drop. His groan of pleasure was encouraging, so I turned to Rhett and sucked him in deep. It only took seconds for him to follow in Macon’s footsteps, shooting his hot load into my eager mouth.
I licked them both clean and looked up into my men’s faces, which were both satisfied and sleepy. The problem with that was that I hadn’t known that getting them off would make me so hot and bothered. I rubbed my thighs together to try to find some relief. They noticed immediately.
“Come here, baby. You sucked all my energy out of me, but I need you to come sit that pretty pussy on my face so I can take care of you,” Macon ordered.
I was so aroused that I complied immediately. I needed relief. Without hesitation, I climbed up his long body, straddling him and gripping the headboard. He grabbed my hips and buried his face in my cunt.
Rhett moved up the bed, getting closer and leaning in to suck on my breasts. I ground my pussy into Macon’s face while Rhett made love to my breasts, sucking each nipple, pinching, and biting. Almost immediately, I exploded into a thousand pieces of exquisite pleasure as they devoured me. I threw my head back and came on a long cry before Rhett grabbed me and settled me in between them again. The three of us lay there, panting until our racing hearts calmed.
“Baby, you wake us up like that anytime you want, and we’ll die happy men,” he murmured sleepily into my hair.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face nestled in between the two men who were quickly becoming my world.
Rhett
It was clear we exhausted Caroline, so Macon and I quietly left the bed. He slid the blanket up over her. She shifted in her sleep, sighing contentedly, before snuggling up against her pillow. Part of me wanted to crawl back into bed with her, but Macon and I had a routine. I met him in the kitchen where he was pouring a cup of coffee. He took a sip then gave me a completive look.
“Well?”
I gratefully accepted the mug he handed me. “Brother… fuck.” He grinned and echoed my sentiments. “It’s like she was made for this. Made for us. I know we’ve shared over the years, but last night felt different.”
Macon cocked his head at me. “Like it was our last first time?”
That was why Macon and I were brothers. We were so in sync, so in tune with each other, and while our relationship would never be anything but brotherly, this was why we wanted to be in a relationship together, with a woman linking us together. “Exactly. After taking Caroline, there’s no way I’ll ever want another woman.”
My best friend grins and raises his mug up as if to second the motion. “I’m right there with you, Rhett. We just have to make her want the same thing.”
Caroline
By the end of the first week, I’d shed most of my innocence. Every night ended with them pleasuring me. With me pleasuring them. They took the time to show me what they liked. What they didn’t—which wasn’t really much. It was evident that Macon was the cunt conqueror while Rhett was the ass master. I was okay with that. I was also okay if either of them wanted to go exploring beyond their own territories. But this was their game. Their deal. I wouldn’t rock any boat. The status quo was already pretty fucking awesome.
When Saturday morning rolled around, I was nervous. My parents had extended their trip to Georgia by a few days, but Mama had texted last night to say they’d be home later this evening. I had no idea what that meant for Macon, Rhett, and me. It wasn’t like I could just announce to my parents that I had not one but two new boyfriends. Oh, and hey Daddy, they work for you. And popped both my cherries.
The thought depressed me as I flipped pancakes. I must’ve sighed out loud because strong arms encircled my waist. Rhett’s hair tickled my neck as he nuzzled against me. “I think you’re in need a trim,” I teased. He responded by nipping at my skin.
“You love it.”
I merely shrugged as if I didn’t care one way or another. Trust was, I did love his hair. I also loved gripping Macon’s when he went down on me. Being new to the whole sex thing, I wondered if there was a position where Rhett could fuck me while facing me. Though I’d done a lot the past few days, I wasn’t quite comfortable with asking that question. I was more comfortable as the dutiful, compliant student.
Once breakfast was served and the three of us were sitting around the table, me, of course, between them, Rhett spoke up. “What’s on your mind this mornin’, Peaches?”
“Nothin’,” I answered, then took a quick drink of my orange juice.
“Peaches,” Macon responded. “You were thoroughly fucked and sated this morning when you left the bedroom. Then, Rhett tells me you’re sighing at the stove. Are you tired of cooking for us?”
He was only teasing, but my fork dropped with a clatter. “No! I love cookin’ for you both,” I said, a bit too rushed. I blushed. My thighs were both suddenly covered with warm hands.
“And we love you cookin’ for us, baby. We love that you’re here takin’ care of your men.”
My heart warmed at the implication. For some reason, I made me feel bold. “Are you?”
They exchanged a look, then I felt their hot stares on me. It was Rhett who spoke. “What’ve been doin’ all week, Peaches?”
I squeaked. “Um… me?” My cheeks had to be flaming red.
Rhett grinned. “Yes, baby. Your men.”
Macon cleared his throat. “Speakin’ of, we wanted to talk to you about that this morning.”
I gulped. “I know Daddy and Mama are comin’ back tonight. I know I have to leave. This can’t… it can’t continue.” I stared down at my plate so they couldn’t see my tears.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” My eyes snapped up at Macon’s words.
“What?” I asked, my excitement levels rising.
Calm down,
Caroline.
He smiled reassuringly. “Rhett and I have…something of a proposition for you.”
I tried to contain myself as I leaned towards him. “I’m listening.”
“We know it’s your dream to leave Rosewood.” My heart faltered and I opened my mouth to speak, but Rhett squeezed my thigh, stopping all hope of speech. “This week has been incredible with you. Beyond anything Rhett and I could have ever imagined.”
“Macon’s right, Peaches. We’ve always wanted you, but damn, baby girl, you’ve given us so much more. That’s why we want you to stay for the summer.”
My eyes widened. “Are you… are you serious?”
Macon nodded. “Not only are you a breath of fresh air and the best lover we’ve ever shared, you’ve been an incredible addition to our home. With us being so busy on the ranch and losing our last cook slash housekeeper, we’ve been swamped. You’ve allowed us to focus on the ranch.”
I smiled with delight, then his words hit me. “Your last housekeeper? What happened?” I couldn’t help the jealousy that rose. Was she in their beds, too?
Rhett laughed. “Don’t worry, Caroline. Rosa was happily married with three grown kids, one of which recently had a grandchild. She retired to help take care of the baby.”
Relief flooded through me. It was silly; I had no claim to them. Except, I felt like I did. “So you want me to stay for the summer?”
“No.” I frowned, and Macon chimed in after Rhett’s terse no. “We want you to stay for as long as you want. But for your sake, we’re hoping you agree to stay for the summer. Until we leave for summer football camp and you leave for college. If at the end of summer you want to leave, we’ll be okay with that. We’ll hate it, but we’ll get it.”
I wanted to tell them right then and there that I wouldn’t ever leave. Not as long as they wanted me. But he was right. I had wanted to leave Rosewood. I had dreams, plans, ones that didn’t include getting knocked up and staying in Rosewood forever. I knew, however, neither of these two would end up as has-beens, with receding hairlines and beer bellies. Staying with them? It wasn’t a bad option.