by Morgan Henry
“What is this? A new form of torture where you two eat a fabulous sundae in front of me? That’s just cruel.” Karen gave them her best pout, sticking her bottom lip way out and batting her eyelashes.
“We would never do that to you,” Allan assured her.
“Well, almost never,” Zander amended.
Karen and Allan’s heads swiveled as one to look at him.
“What?” he protested. “I could see using this as a sweet form of torture to get her to agree to… I dunno, do a strip tease for us or something.”
Allan’s face assumed a thoughtful expression. “That idea has merit. I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“Hey! I don’t have the body for a strip tease and never will if you feed me sundaes. Besides, I’m dying here.” She opened her mouth and pointed.
Allan laughed and loaded his spoon, making sure he had a combination of everything. He fed it to her and she hummed her approval. It was her own vanilla ice cream and they had got the really good dark chocolate sauce she made from downstairs as well. She closed her eyes to savor the taste.
She heard the clink of spoons against the bowl and then “Holy crap this is amazing!” from Zander. Allan just groaned.
“This is always so much better than anything I’ve bought in a store. How do you do it?” Zander sounded stunned.
“Homemade and small batches makes the difference. There’s only ingredients in it, no stabilizers or preservatives or anything. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really last long. After a month or so, the flavor goes off.”
“Like it would last a month,” Allan mumbled around another bite.
He scooped up another mouthful for her and slowly brought it to her mouth. He deliberately hesitated and let some of the melting ice cream drip onto her shirt, then quickly fed her.
“Oh no!” gasped Zander in mock horror, his eyes widening comically. “We’ve spilled on you. The shirt will have to go.”
Allan set aside the bowl for a moment and grasped the hem of her T-shirt.
“Hey, um, wait—“
Zander quieted her with a kiss as Allan worked the loose T-shirt up. Zander released her lips and Allan whisked the material over her head and pulled her left arm out of the sleeve. He tossed the rest of it behind her and slid it behind Zander’s neck and carefully over her splinted hand.
Karen could feel the heat in her face and covered her bare breasts with her arm. She struggled to try and get up.
“I need to get a shirt,” she said, her voice slightly high and strained.
Allan placed his hand over hers and stilled her. “No, you don’t. You’re beautiful and we’ve been wanting to see you for a long time now.” He laced his fingers with hers and gently tugged. He was strong enough to rip her hand away if he wanted, but he didn’t.
Zander nuzzled her cheek as he whispered in her ear, “Oh, sweetness, let us see your beautiful body.”
Karen’s heart was pounding so fast and hard in her chest she was surprised her whole body wasn’t vibrating. But no, the rest of her body was quite delighted to be half naked with the two men that starred in her late night fantasies. She could feel that her nipples were hard, their little points poking into her own arm and her pussy was growing wetter by the second.
Zander and Allan weren’t completely unaffected either. She could feel Zander’s erection poking her bottom through his shorts. The outline of Allan’s cock was visible as well and it certainly appeared as though both were well endowed.
The two men had made it clear that where they wanted her was here. With them caring for her, and apparently the two were not going anywhere.
She had told them she couldn’t do a real relationship, but it had been a long time since she’d had any sexual contact. It was so tempting to fool around with them, enjoy the physical sensations and hopefully satiation they could all enjoy.
So, did she let them proceed?
Chapter 9
“This is just, you know, sex. We’re just having fun, right?”
Karen’s question hung in the air. Zander looked at Allan. They knew each other so well that a brief conversation was conveyed in a flash of expressions.
Zander’s eyebrow raised and his eyes were wide open. Do we accept that crap for now?
Allan’s eyes were calm and his mouth neutral. Yes, for now. But we’ll teach her we mean business.
A turn up of Zander’s lips and a brightening of his eyes. Let’s get to those gorgeous breasts then.
Allan’s voice was quiet and measured and he looked directly at her, not allowing her to evade his gaze so she could see how serious he was. “Pleasure for now, Karen, but we’re not going anywhere. You may as well get used to the fact that we’re not giving up on the three of us.”
Karen didn’t answer, but she did relent and let Allan pull her arm away from her breasts. They were fabulous. Generous globes were topped with large areolas leading to rosy brown nipples, pointing up, just waiting for his mouth.
“Oh, you’re a very good girl.” Allan rewarded her with a generous spoon of ice cream. Their sundae was melting and he wanted to make sure Karen got her sweet reward for offering up those breasts. He and Zander took another bite as well then Zander fed Karen again.
Allan took some of the chocolate on his spoon and looked Karen in the eye as he smeared it on the top swell of each breast. She blushed but didn’t protest what she knew would come next. Zander tipped her body back a little further as he and Allan bent their heads to her mounds.
Allan couldn’t help moaning as he swiped his tongue over her chocolate-smeared breast. The sweetness of the chocolate combined with the slight saltiness of her skin was exquisite. Her breasts were as soft as he had imagined, his mouth and tongue sinking into her flesh. He lapped up the chocolate and pulled away.
Karen made a little mew of disappointment. Allan was encouraged by that. She was enjoying their chocolate seduction so far. The two men fed her a few more bites of sundae then he smeared a generous amount of chocolate on her nipples.
The sight of her peaks topped with chocolate sauce, just waiting for his mouth, had his cock move from uncomfortably hard to intensely, wonderfully painful. He watched Zander lower his mouth to her left nipple and suck vigorously. Karen threw her head back in pleasure and clenched her fist as she involuntarily moved her chest upward. Her skin was flushed a little in pleasure and she was breathing much faster now. Hot. Incredibly hot, he thought.
Allan lowered his own mouth to her right breast and twirled his tongue around the sweet bud. Another whimper from Karen made him want to tease her further. He licked slowly around the areola, then after he had cleaned it off fully, moved a little closer to the nipple. Karen was wiggling around a bit, presumably trying to get him to suck on her nipple. Allan merely held her breast still as he continued to clean her areola. When it was finally free of chocolate, he at last took her nipple in his mouth and sucked quite hard.
A cry of pleasure came from Karen. Allan wondered how close she was to climax. Zander pulled up from her other breast and whispered in Karen’s ear.
“Do you know how hot you look right now? I love seeing Allan suck on your breast.” His free hand wandered down to the fastening on her jeans and tugged open the button and eased down the fly. “If I put my finger in your pussy, will you be wet for us?” He slipped his hand down further into her pants.
Karen suddenly stiffened and cried out. “Ah, Zander! Allan!” She writhed as Zander continued to move his hand inside her pants.
Allan popped off her nipple and threaded his hand through her hair to hold her as he gave her a quick kiss. “Did you come for us? Did you go off like a rocket when Zander touched you?” He still had a hold of her head and was looking into her eyes when he asked.
She tried to avoid his gaze as she mumbled “Yes.”
“That’s freaking amazing.” Zander possessed her lips for a minute, Allan still holding her head. “I love that you were so hot from us playing with your breasts that you came.”
/> He pulled his hand from her open jeans and licked his fingers. “Mmm, you taste just as fabulous as you look.”
Allan stood up. “I plan on getting a taste of that sweet pussy, too. Just let me make us more comfortable.”
He quickly moved a few pieces of furniture out of the way and flopped down the two air mattresses. He joined them together and threw a large sheet over top. Several pillows went on one end and he had a few sheets and blankets stacked nearby, though in the summer heat they wouldn’t need much.
“I think we’re set. Let’s get our beauty on the bed, Zander.”
* * * *
Karen was too far gone with lust and sensation to protest when Zander eased her onto the makeshift bed, careful of her hand. Allan pulled her up to the center of the mattresses and laid her down.
She put her hands to her breasts and covered them. “Hey, you two still have shirts on.” She suddenly felt vulnerable and overwhelmed. She needed to see some of her men’s skin, to have them join her.
Zander grinned and yanked his T-shirt off. His light brown chest was covered in pale hair, not too much for Karen. She didn't mind a hairy guy. She savored the view of his ripped chest and arms, a few scars scattered here and there. His torso flexed as he crawled toward her, causing the mattress to bounce a little.
As Zander stretched out beside her, she felt Allan’s hands on her waist. She turned to him and was treated to another stunning view of man-flesh. He was no less ripped than Zander, their job ensuring that their bodies were in top shape. He was more deeply tanned, though, and his lighter covering of hair was dark, not pale.
Allan smiled sexily at her, his eyes shining with pleasure and passion. His hands pulled at her jeans, tugging them over her hips and revealing…
Oh shit!
Her heart rate rocketed and not in a good way. It was hammering in her chest like the thing was having its own private seizure and she couldn’t breathe.
She had put on a pair of cotton panties this morning that had, oh my God, fuzzy yellow chicks on them.
Shit, shit, shit! These were an Easter selection from a phase she had gone through where she had bought holiday themed undies. Well, maybe she hadn’t completely finished the phase just yet.
She had blindly grabbed the first pair her hand encountered out of the drawer this morning and didn’t realize which ones they were until she was in the bathroom. She wasn’t going to dash naked into the bedroom to get new ones with Zander waiting outside the door and she was too lazy to head back into the bedroom to change. So she left them on, not dreaming the two sexiest men in town would be pulling off her jeans tonight.
Too late, she tried to grab the waistband of her jeans and pull them back up.
Allan got her pants around her knees and stopped. “My, my.”
Both men stared at her panties. Karen thought the air mattress was going to melt and deflate under the heat of her embarrassment. She flung her good arm over her eyes, sure she was going to find out that yes, she could actually die from embarrassment.
“Karen, you have no idea how much I love that your wacky sense of playfulness extends all the way to your underwear.” Allan’s deep voice held a little laughter and a great deal of appreciation.
That was not what Karen had expected. She peeked out from under her arm to find both men smiling, but not in a we’re-laughing-at-you kind of way. More like a we-enjoy-your-silliness kind of way.
“They’re not pretty and sexy,” she ventured.
“You’re pretty and sexy,” Zander shot back immediately. “You’re also fun and funny, apparently right down to your panties. And that’s fine with us.”
“Really?” Her heart took some seizure meds and stopped flailing around in her chest.
“Yep. But they do have to go,” Allan’s voice trailed off as he slipped her jeans from her legs and returned to remove her Easter panties. He slid them off her hips and Karen tensed a little as they left her body. Would they like what they saw?
She knew her hips were too wide and her thighs weren’t perfect. Thank goodness she had a recent wax so her pussy was sporting a neat triangle instead of a giant shrub. Allan grabbed her calves and slid his roughened hands up her inner thighs, parting her legs.
She could see his mouth open slightly and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His eyes were glued on her slit and she thought she saw anticipation on his face. Another surge of lust and happiness hit her at the thought that she had put that expression on him.
“See that, sweetness. He can’t wait to eat your pussy,” Zander whispered in her ear. “Is her pussy as pretty as I think it is?” he asked Allan in a louder voice.
“More.”
As Zander played with her nipples and whispered naughty things in her ear, Allan placed openmouthed kisses up the inside of her legs. His hot, moist mouth felt so good. So good she forgot about how thick her thighs were. She could feel it make her nerves sing all the way from her nipples to her clit. He finally reached her pussy and blew over her slit. She gasped at the sensation and jerked her hips.
Allan and Zander chuckled at that.
“I love that we can make your body so hot for us that the slightest puff of air makes you jump,” Zander said, still nuzzling her ear and neck.
Allan didn’t talk, but went to work on her pussy. He slowly licked from her perineum to the top of her mound, tongue flat against her. “Mmm. You’re right, Zander, she does taste fabulous. Sweet, sweet Karen.”
He bent down again. Oh, his tongue was so talented. He licked and nipped and sucked on every inch of her pussy, teasing her clit on and off but never enough to send her over. Between Allan’s attention to her cunt and Zander playing with her breasts, she was so close to orgasm she could almost taste it.
With two men focusing on her pleasure she was aroused like she had never been before. It seemed like every inch of her skin was an erogenous zone, sending fiery messages to her pussy and womb. She could feel her vagina clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled, desperate to come.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take another moment of teasing and sensation, Allan slid two large fingers inside her and curled them up. By some miracle, he hit her G-spot perfectly and sent her into an orgasm that wracked her from the ends of her hair to her toenails. She bowed off the air mattress as she screamed their names then collapsed, panting and moaning.
Chapter 10
Karen gradually became aware of her body again, and of the man on each side of her. Her injured hand was cradled across her belly and cupped by Zander’s large palm. His body was pressed to her side, a bulge in his shorts poking her hip. It was matched by an equally large bulge on her right that belonged to Allan.
“Wow,” she croaked.
She glanced at each man. They were both wearing rather large, shit-eating grins. “You two look a little too happy considering only one of us came,” she pointed out drily.
Their grins got wider. “We’ve been looking forward to this for quite some time. It was fantastic to watch you come completely unglued,” Allan said.
Karen tried to sit up, but gave in when neither man released his hold on her. “Don’t you think I should return the favor?” she queried.
“Nope.” Zander kissed her shoulder. “You should just stay here with us and get some rest. This was for you, not us.”
“I’ll grab you pills and some water.” Allan got up. He tossed one of the light blankets over the two of them and headed to Karen’s bedroom.
Karen sighed and relaxed, enjoying the softness of the blanket and the firmness of Zander’s embrace. She closed her eyes and tried not to allow the knotted net of guilt twist her up for not relieving the erection still poking her hip.
It felt way too good lying here, snuggled against Zander, knowing Allan would return. Her hand didn’t even hurt too badly right now. She supposed it was all those sex endorphins coursing through her. What would it be like to go to bed like this every night? No, she shouldn’t go there. This was just temporary sex.
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Allan came back, his hands full. He set down her pills and water, and pulled back the blanket. He had a washcloth in his hand.
“Hey!” squeaked Karen. “What—“
“I’m just cleaning you up a little, sweetness. I don’t want you to go to sleep all sticky.”
He wiped her pussy. She had to admit, privately only, that it did feel nice to be de-stickified after sex. No one had ever done that for her before. Of course, no one had even gone down on her so thoroughly and never expected anything in return either. That certainly seemed to say something about her two men.
Allan handed her two pills and her water. She swallowed them down and watched him shuck his shorts and crawl into bed in his boxers, still tented. As Allan settled against her body, Zander moved a little and got rid of his shorts, too.
“How come I’m the only one naked?” Karen said in a teasing voice, but truthfully she was more than curious to see the men’s packages.
“Do you want your chicken panties back?” Allan asked with a little laugh.
Damn it. She had forgotten about the stupid panties.
“No,” she muttered.
“Go to sleep, sweetness. We’ll let you go to work for a little bit tomorrow if you’re feeling okay,” Zander said in her ear.
She was getting sleepy. She wasn’t sure if it was the fabulous orgasm or the pills. Maybe both. Her thoughts drifted again to the fact that she was the only one who had come. Allan and Zander hadn’t seemed upset about it. Why was that?
* * * *
Zander watched Karen’s jean-clad ass appreciatively as she bent over and checked out the contents of a cupboard. His cock stirred a bit as he thought of taking her from behind. It hadn’t really settled down from last night anyway, and the sight of her was enough to send more blood flowing downward.
He averted his eyes and tried to concentrate on his task. He was taking notes on what to order for her. Though she could have managed to balance her clipboard and write, he was happy to be her scribe. It gave him more time to spend with her and learn about her business. And maybe that would be the key to keeping her permanently.