by Hazel Parker
The men now started to take off the beautiful dress I was wearing. They were gentle, treating both me and the dress with the utmost care. I smiled and kissed their hands gently as they took care of me. I was thankful for having such amazing lovers.
Soon I was naked, wearing nothing but the engagement rings they had just given me. They looked down at me lovingly. “Just enjoy yourself, okay Brooklyn?”
Chapter 9
Before I could answer Carter was suddenly between my legs. His tongue was on my wet pussy licking me up and down. He eagerly lapped up my juices as if he couldn’t get enough of it. I moaned loudly since my pussy was already sensitive from the excitement.
I looked down at the lumberjack and tangled his hair in my hand as I started to grind into his face. Carter was amazingly good at oral, and I never got bored of his expert tongue between my lips. This time, however, was a little different from all the other times he had pleasured me with his tongue.
The different being that he wasn’t just using his tongue. This time, he used his fingers as well. I was not very prepared for him to finger me while licking me. Nonetheless, it felt amazing and I was in no way going to complain about it.
I moaned loudly as he inserted one of his fingers inside of me deeply. I could feel him wiggle his finger around, making me feel amazing. As he did this his tongue never stopped, and he continued to lick at my most intimate parts. I shivered in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Sean went to work on my tits. He had always been a tit guy, and he was just at good at worshiping my tits as Carter was at licking my pussy. Sean knew exactly where to suck and lick to drive me insane. With the two men working their magic, I wondered if I would last long. It seemed like the pleasure would overtake me soon.
I tilted my head and bit my lip, trying to hold back, trying to prolong the moment as long as possible. I wanted the moment to last forever. Just when I thought I was going to orgasm, the men stopped.
Sean moved to my lips and started to make out with me while Carter placed soft, sweet kisses on my stomach. They were toying with me. They knew I was on the very of climaxing, and they were teasing me, prolonging my pleasure. I was both frustrated and excited as I knew that our night of love would last a long time.
This cycle of pleasure and teasing continued on for most of the night until I thought I would go crazy. I just wanted to climax.
The men seemed to listen to my pleas because just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, they finished me off.
Sean was still worshiping my tits and Carter was still between my legs, but they seemed more desperate now. They were a little rougher and a little quicker with their mouths like they were racing toward my orgasm. I was praying for the release that I had been denied for so long.
Suddenly I felt one of Carters large fingers slip into my ass. I was not expecting this and I moaned out louder. Now Carter was fingering both my pussy and my ass, and I was surprised to have it feel so good. I withered in pleasure and the two men went faster and faster in hopes of pleasing me. I moaned out loud.
When Carter slipped a second finger into my ass I lost all control. I could not hold back anymore and orgasmed hard all over his face. Sean smirked, feeling my heart beat under his lips as he planted a kiss over my heart.
Carter, meanwhile, eagerly lapped up my juices greedily. He was completely covered in them, but he didn’t seem to mind. He licked his lips and looked up at me. I was breathing hard. I was exhausted. But it was totally worth it. My future husbands had given me the time of my life.
Seeing the expression of joy on my face they laid down by my side and caressed me gently. Their hands gently toyed with my body as I recovered.
“How was it love?” Sean finally broke the silence and I looked at him and smiled.
“Absolutely amazing…” I looked at the two men and knew that I would love them forever.
Chapter 10
After that night, my life seemed perfect. The two men stayed by my side during every hardship I encountered and it was amazing to have two men to fall back on. Whatever one lacked, the other made up for. The best part was all the love they gave me.
I was not used to being smothered with love, but that was exactly what they did. They smothered me in all the love they had in their hearts.
They had lived eight years all alone without women in their lives, and it felt good to finally have someone in their lives who complimented them so well. They also managed to share perfectly. I never felt like I was giving one of them more attention than the other and that pleased me.
Eventually, the wedding came and we were all excited. Even though I was born Catholic, I could not marry two men under the Catholic Church. Having no families but ourselves we ran away to some private island and got married there.
It was a beautiful ceremony. The weather was perfect: sunny with a pleasant breeze. The beach was beautiful with white sand and an azure colored sea. I couldn’t have asked for a better wedding. It surpassed my first wedding by leaps and bounds.
The men, of course, looked amazing with their tuxes. I was excited to walk up the aisle to meet them. They looked nervous as they stood by the minister; it was the cutest thing.
In the end, it was a flawless reception. I said ‘I do’ with all the love in my heart and didn’t regret a moment. I danced my heart away at the reception. It was honestly the best day of my life.
Chapter 11
I didn’t know when I cowered in fear from Michael that my life would turn around. At the time, I had thought that my life would stay in a rut forever. I had blamed myself for the violence I was experiencing.
I couldn’t come to terms that it wasn’t my fault. The reason Michael was beating me was because he was a horrible person and not because I was a bad wife. I learned this lesson quickly when Sean and Carter came into my life.
I had expected they would be normal police officers, but instead they turned into the loves of my life. I didn’t expect to love threesomes, but I have to admit it is better than normal sex. Why have one man when you can have two, right?
Honestly, my life is amazing and I know I keep saying it but it’s true. I have amazing husbands and an astounding career, what more could I ask for?
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Two years after my marriage I squealed in the bathroom. I had not told the guys about my surprise, but I was glad it had worked out. The men and I had been trying to get pregnant for a while but for some reason I never took. It seemed I was immune to getting pregnant, but that didn’t stop us from trying.
Eventually, I went to the doctors and asked for help. They prescribed me some hormone pills and told me that it should be easier. To my surprise, it actually worked and now I was holding a positive pregnancy test.
I held the pregnancy test in my hand as I shook in delight. I was pregnant. I would have a baby and that baby would have two loving fathers that would care about them with all of their hearts and souls.
I felt blessed. I felt like I had been blessed by some higher being. Maybe those prayers I had uttered the day I called 911 had worked, or maybe luck was one my side but either way I was a lucky girl.
All I knew was that when the men got home I would thrust the test in their faces. I knew they would be ecstatic and I was eager to see the look on their faces. I would be a mother! Words can’t explain the happiness I felt at that moment as I looked down at the (+) on the screen.
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THE END
Sinful Pleasure
Sometimes, I just couldn't believe what a lucky woman I was. It's amazing, really, the way some things just fall into place, and how satisfied you can become once that happens. It was early morning, and I mean very, very early, and I found my eyes fluttering gently open, processing the very early morning in a daze and making a light whimpering noise, like the sound of a cat, flexing my spine and getting myself good and relaxed for the day ahead.
I flared my nostrils, and took in the scent of my boyfriend, his sweat and his breath, everything about him cr
eating a pleasant haze about him. Turning me on first thing as the sleep gradually drifted away from my blurred eyes. I yawned, and stretched, the blankets rippling down from my naked torso, and the cool air of the room feeling absolutely glorious on my breasts, my arms, my heaving abdomen, all of which were lightly perspiring.
The contrast in my body heat with the surrounding atmosphere caused a ripple of goosebumps to come erupting all across my skin. I stared down at my arm, savoring the sight of my perfect flesh being mildly interrupted in this way, and then turned back once more to look at Mark, sleeping there still, dead to all thought and sleeping like a damn log at my side.
What a beautiful man, I thought. His dark hair, his penetrating eyes, and that face of his. Lord, what a face... It was like being committed to a male model in a lot of ways, astonishing specimen as he was, getting me so hot for him even this early on in the morning that I thought I would have to tone things down a bit if I wanted to avoid pouncing on him right there on the spot.
His broad chest, partly hidden beneath the sheets, heaved seductively with his breath, his nostrils flaring and his muscles shifting, sliding, and pulling my eyes unavoidably along their slopes. Making my mouth water, and causing me to desire above all else to be nestled away once again in his arms, to be held there forever and to never wriggle free, even if, for some perverse reason, I should ever have such an absurd desire.
I gave a momentary glance at his crotch, then, obscured as it was by the sheets, but enough of a bulge still visible that it really got my feminine fantasizing underway. A shudder ran through my body, and I smacked my lips in an effort to get a hold of myself. As lucky as I was to have this beast of a man in bed with me, I had an awful lot on my mind right then and there, and needed to consider just what I was doing if I didn't want that which I had planned to blow up straight in my face.
I turned back onto my back, folding my hands behind my head, and stared up at the ceiling, thinking, pondering, and getting so lost in my thoughts that I nearly fell back asleep again a few times. I considered, between bouts of near unconsciousness, how the two of us had met. I had, quite literally, run into him at a bar one evening during my senior year of college. Spilling my drink down the front of his clothes and apologizing profusely, before getting caught up in his smoldering gaze and so sucked into the man that trying to escape was completely pointless.
It had been finals week at the time, of the fall semester. It hadn't, perhaps, been the ideal time to go out drinking given that, you know, my girlfriends and I had test crammed into every day that we needed to be prepared for, but by this point we were all just so damn exhausted by the process that a break seemed almost more necessary than deserved.
We sort of thought our brains would up and burst if we didn't take some personal time to unwind ourselves, and we thought going out and getting hammered might just be the precise sort of antidote we needed.
I hadn't at all expected to find myself flirting with a handsome stranger after having just doused him with alcohol, and the fact that I was doing so came as something of an extreme surprise, I assure you. But, as the two of us started talking, I found that I was able to communicate extremely well with this man. I felt understood by him, and as though my words were appreciated, which, I have to be honest, wasn't something that a girl could expect to come across just every day.
And plus, this guy was cute... Damn cute... The kind of cute that you only think one can ever only come across in the movies, and that is almost a sin to let slip through your fingers once you happen to stumble onto it.
And perhaps most of all, I didn't expect to find myself going home with a stranger from the bar that evening, slipping into his bed with him, and the two of us making hot, hard, passionate love until dawn the next morning. Nor did I expect that beautiful, excruciating roll in the hay to eventually result in the current, months-long relationship that it now was, the two of us moved in together, sharing a bed and slowly merging our heretofore distinct lives into one.
It's amazing how life pans out that way sometimes, isn't it? One thing leading to another to another, sometimes on a path that's completely random and unpredictable, but in a manner that ends up leading you to a place that's happier than anything you might have ever imagined.
But here's the kicker- when Mark and I first met, I was already seeing someone at the time... Sort of... In a way... But not quite exactly...
God, what a mess this all was, and at present it felt like it was all coming back around to choke me just when I'd thought I was through the thick of all of it. Maybe I should start from the beginning here.
The other man, the one I left for Mark, had been a high school classmate, named Justin, and things between the two of us had been a little bit difficult to define on any certain terms. I guess it's really hard to say whether what the two of us had was a traditional “relationship” relationship, but as far as that goes I don't know if it's really easy to define what that means, period.
But, at any rate, the two of us had started having sex together when we were eighteen, during our senior year, banging with enough frequency to call it something, but without enough of a direct emotional connection to know just what sort of label to slap on it. I'd been a cheerleader at the time, and Justin a football player, which, as far as a sexual relationship is concerned, is a coupling that goes together like peanut butter and jelly.
Justin was a huge dude by comparison to me, hulking and a stud, and I loved being pounded by him, torn into and thrusted inside with vigorous force, pushed beyond my limits every time I leapt into bed with him, and left screaming with pain and pleasure with every lethal, smashing force of his body.
In many ways, it's really difficult to describe just what it was the two of us shared, because even if you want to call it “just sex,” it really seemed like so much more than that at the time. I mean, sure, both of us had had our share of experience up to that point, and it wasn't like we were two clumsy virgins just discovering ourselves for the first time. That wasn't at all the sort of thing that made what the two of us had so spectacular, or so significant in our lives as to warrant more consideration than just a simple “casual fling” label.
The fact of the matter was, the two of us mutually agreed ourselves to have unleashed a hotter, spicier side to our sex lives together than either of us had thought possible. Our trysts began to grow absolutely mind-blowing as they progressed, kinky in every way, each of us pushing ourselves further and further beyond our comfort zones whenever we happened to be in one another's presence.
Quite simply, our sexual chemistry was a devastatingly remarkable thing, and our inner beasts were routinely unleashed whenever the two of us were around one another. Prior to Justin, I hadn't even thought of myself as a remarkably sexual person. I liked sex, sure, but no more so than almost the entirety of the human and animal population.
But when it came to Justin, I loved sex, I craved sex, and I felt so much lust for him, so much damn want, and so much burning in my loins, that I became like a damn firecracker any time he climbed on top of me, or mounted me from behind, or I got on top of him, or any number of other positions, really.
The lengths to which our sweet depravity spanned really didn't know all that much in terms of an end, and it seemed that as our time together spanned on and on, things only got hotter, stickier, sweatier, and far, far more intense. There wasn't much at all that the two of us wouldn't do, really- oral (mutually), anal, sex with toys, humiliation, bondage, role play, handcuffs... He even asked me to peg him a few times, an act which I carried out with a strangely carnal fury, feeling empowered and enlivened with the strap-on harnessed devastatingly around my waist.
Nothing seemed beyond the realm of possibility in the bedroom for the two of us, nothing too depraved or too scandalous, and in fact the more and more we progressed, the more desperate and kinkier we became for one another.
And for a while, at least, our arrangement, nameless as it may have been, seemed like a suitable one. The two of
us ended up going to the same university together, even living in the same residence hall, on different sides. So whenever the weekend would roll around, as well on a fair share of our weeknights, I would simply hop on over to his dorm room wearing booty shorts and as scandalous a top as I could squeeze into without getting booted from the hall, and the two of us would lock ourselves away for however many hours, for him to bust me up and leave me moaning like a banshee at the force of his tight poundings.
But then things got just a little bit complicated, I'm afraid to say...
The kicker came when Justin ended up transferring universities, moving across the state, and leaving us uncertain as to what the hell we should do with what was left of this. I mean, we'd more or less gotten dependent upon one another as far as sex was concerned at this point, and even the prospect of having to find and to settle for someone else seemed deplorable in the event that the two of us split up.
Yet, on the same token, the connection that the two of us shared was almost exclusively sexual in nature. I craved being pounded by the man, but to this day I'm not sure whether I can clearly recall a conversation that the two of us ever shared, the gist of our interaction being mostly physical in nature as it was, and the need for words almost entirely superfluous between the two of us as a result.