by Jax Lusty
He swept his hand down my back and across my buttocks before quickly spreading them giving me no time to adjust to this change. Immediately, I felt the blunt headed pressure against my opening, and I tensed. Griff wriggled the false cock, and I tried to squeeze my bottom closed.
“You’ve tensed up. Now that’s not going to do anything but make this hurt. You’ve taken this dilator before so come on, Katie, relax here.”
Ari climbed on the bed beside me. It was the first time I’d actually seen him since he entered the bedroom. He bid me to look at him and gave me one of his beautiful, gentle smiles.
“Lick your lips, and then press them closed as tight as possible for me,” he said, brushing a finger around my lips.
I made my mouth tight. He canted his head to the side, watching me carefully as he traced around my lips, asking me to try and keep his finger out of my mouth as he inched it inside. While he did so I was aware of my clenched opening relaxing for Griff, and in the same manner as Ari used his finger in my mouth, Griff pushed the dildo into my bottom.
“There you go, silly girl, all in.”
Ari stayed beside me, stroking my face and telling me how beautiful I was. I lazily sucked on his finger and enjoyed the feeling of the hard little fake cock being worked in and out of my bottom. I closed my eyes and a burst of hot pleasure overtook my body. My cunny throbbed and dripped, and I started to mutter around Ari’s finger, wanting a touch to my nub.
“She’s ready,” said Griff in a low, rough voice.
“Okay, baby, let go,” Ari insisted because I’d closed my teeth around his finger, not wanting them to stop what they were doing, mostly through a rush of anxiety about what was certain to happen next.
Griff withdrew the dildo, and at the same time Ari freed his finger and climbed off the bed. I was suddenly alone on the bed in a room where the only things I could hear was our breathing and the wet sound of Ari rubbing the slippery ointment over his cock.
Griff reached his hand between my thighs and started to rub my plump nub. My heart raced, and I buried my forehead into the bed cover and closed my eyes.
A pair of hands, Ari’s I suspected, ran over my thighs. “Relax here, sweetheart, you’re going to love this.” Instantly, the slippery head of his cock rubbed against the entrance of my bottom, round and round, the pressure increasing with each circle. Then he slid his hands up my thighs, opening me wider as all the while Griff excited that place that made my pussy ache.
“Turn your head so that we can see you.”
I did as asked, scrunching up my face and feeling the flush of heat burn my cheeks. I knew Griff would want to watch every reaction to what they were about to do. The pressure against my hole increased, and I waited, holding my breath, expecting pain but hoping it would be different, somehow.
“Let your breath go, you’re trembling. Are you afraid?”
I could only nod.
“Don’t be, I won’t hurt you.”
Ari actually sounded disappointed that I would think to fear him, and I took a deep breath and released it, commanding myself to relax and let him in. The pressure mounted as my trembling increased, and I could no longer tell if the tremors were caused by my fear or my desire to find release under the expert ministrations of Griff’s fingers.
“Be soft, my darling...there you go.”
The feeling as my body yielded to the intrusive demands of his prick was extraordinary. I panted; sweat bubbling across my forehead, running into my eyes. With all my heart and desire I willed myself to let him in, and then it began, the slow, careful slide of a cock stretching me, opening me like never before. I could not imagine that I would have felt something like euphoria at doing this, but I felt so special, so loved by these men as I gave myself over to them completely.
“I’m in.”
Ari’s words sounded like a lover’s long sigh, and inexplicably, I felt my eyes fill with tears.
Griff noticed. “Are you hurting, darling?” he asked with concern.
“No, not hurting,” I replied as the first tears spilled, but I couldn’t explain myself.
Griff lay alongside me, his fingers never leaving their playful tickling around my clit. He gave me a soft, lingering kiss as Ari began to slide out of me, the plump head of his cock stopping at the ring of muscle, and then he pushed slowly again back in.
“It stirs up your emotions, this act, giving yourself over in this way...surrendering.”
Yes. Yes, that was exactly what I felt.
“Such an act of trust,” he whispered.
He understood, of course, able to put what I felt into words.
He brushed my damp hair from my forehead. “I’m going to watch for a moment. I’m so hard I want to fuck you myself. Perhaps after you come, you’ll take me in your mouth. Would you like that; Ari fucking your bottom while you take my cock in your mouth?”
I don’t know what I was turning into, but his words took me to a greater level of arousal as at the same time he’d spoken, he’d pushed two fingers into my cunny. I felt so full. Fit to burst, in fact.
“I can feel Ari’s cock in your bottom,” he said. Then he did something with his fingers that pulled a moan simultaneously from Ari and me, and I heard him chuckle. His thumb moved rapidly across my clit as his fingers increased their tempo and plunged in and out of me.
“Come for us, sweetheart, come for Ari and me.”
His command pushed me over the edge. My release roared through my body like the dumping surf that crashed upon the seashore. I felt my bottom grip Ari’s cock in a manner he must have enjoyed for it forced blasphemous cursing from him.
Griff laughed as he stood, and I sensed him move around behind Ari.
“Ready to come, Ari?”
“About five minutes ago,” he gasped.
“You wait for my permission. Kneel on the bed, and take Katie further onto your lap. She’s going to suck my cock, and we’re going to come at the same time, fill her pretty bottom and mouth with our seed.”
Ari embedded himself deep within me then eased me upright, adjusting my legs to the outside of his thighs. His lips tracked heated kisses down my neck, and I could feel his cock flex deep within my bottom. I hungered to take Griff in between my lips, and he was quickly in front of me, kneeling on the bed, grasping my chin and feeding his cock deep into my mouth. I sucked him hard, curling my tongue just the way he liked.
“Fuck! That’s beautiful, Katie. All that practice with Ari has paid off.”
Then it began; Ari pushed into me, forcing me further over Griff’s cock, then Griff would push into my throat and force me down over Ari’s cock. I was truly stuffed, taking my husbands at the same time, and I had never felt so proud. Neither took long to finish, and I expect the build-up for them quickly removed their control.
“In two now, Ari,” Griff called, and with two measured thrusts each of the men impaled me, filling me with their seed. I swallowed as best as I could, but Griff seemed to have a larger emission than usual, and when he finally released me I coughed and his remaining cum ran down my chin.
I was exhausted and satiated, as I imagine the men were, because all three of us collapsed in a heap on the bed.
After we recovered, they spoiled me, bringing a warm washcloth and tea to revive me.
Both men told me how much they loved me and how perfect I was for them, but still I was troubled by the niggling problem with Ari. I hoped it would correct itself but at odd moments it came to mind and bothered me.
CHAPTER 9
ARI
It was two weeks since I’d first claimed Katie’s beautiful arse. Our lives were certainly enriched by her presence in our family, and as we sat around the table enjoying our breakfast I don’t remember ever feeling happier. Huhu, my pet tui, perched at the edge of the table drinking from the little dish of honey and water Katie prepared each morning. The talkative bird had also taken a strong liking towards her.
The mood was light, and Griff was teasing Katie about a new shipment that was arriv
ing in town for the mercantile store.
“I think we should have a private showing so that our pretty wife can have first dibs on the delivery of lingerie and pretty corsets the Mercantile has arriving on the steamer this morning. We can examine the goods before they’re sent over to the store. What do you think, Katie?”
“Oh, I think I can wait,” Katie replied. “I don’t think there’s going to be too much demand for that sort of thing when most of the women in town are all but imprisoned at the Mission.” She grinned back at Griff.
The garments she’d arrived with had been functional and plain, and Griff and I had been talking about taking her for a trip to the large stores in Auckland to treat her to some new clothing. Already I was envisioning Katie dressed in pretty, more daring lingerie, and I was surprised from my fantasy when she changed the subject.
“There is something I want to talk to my men about,” she said.
In the first place, I loved how she referred to us possessively as her men, but the earlier lightness in her manner had certainly vanished.
“You can talk to us about anything, Katie, you know that,” I said.
“It’s a delicate matter.”
“She’s blushing,” Griff said, his eyes flashing with lust the way they always did any time Katie became coy and uncertain.
My stomach had tightened because I had a feeling I knew what it was she wanted to say.
“I’m puzzled about something, and I wonder if my men have made a decision between them...without my consideration. I thought that we were to make all decisions between the three of us.”
Griff’s eyebrows shot up, a look of bemusement crossing his face. “All decisions, Katie, except for the ones we would never involve a woman in.”
“I see—”
“But as we have no idea what you’re talking about, you’ll have to enlighten Ari and me.”
Her eyes swept down to her teacup as if the answer lay in the leaves that littered the bottom. She huffed out a breath as her head snapped up. “Why won’t Ari finish inside me?” she blurted.
Fuck. My stomach went from tight to knotted in an instant. I glanced at Griff, who was frowning in a manner that meant he would take good time to consider the subject. Katie was fidgeting, and the pause in conversation grew to an uncomfortable silence. Both of them looked to me for an answer.
“I...I do,” I stuttered. That was true, in a sense, but I knew what Katie meant. I only came in her arse, or her mouth. Shame burned my face as I pushed my chair away from the table and stumbled from the room.
“Ari!”
I heard Griff’s call as the porch door slammed behind me.
“Do not leave while we’re discussing this.”
As his words hit me, I increased my pace to a jog and headed for the paddock to check on the mares and foals. Then I’d get straight to the stables where the presence of the workers would prevent any continuation of the discussion.
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GRIFF
Poor Katie was in tears, and I didn’t know whether to stay and comfort her or to go and deal with Ari. I chose Katie because the way my hands had curled into tight fists I knew that until my temper had eased, I’d have trouble curbing my desire to thump him. I was furious with the idiot.
I took Katie into my lap and held her as she wept and declared all kinds of nonsense about how Ari didn’t love her. That just made me angrier because I knew that Ari’s feelings for Katie were as strong and overwhelming as mine.
Finally, her tears eased, and I wiped her eyes and sat her up. “Better now?” I asked.
She nodded and gave me a small smile. “I’ve ruined everything,” she said. “I should have kept my thoughts to myself.”
I tapped her nose and told her she must always speak out if something concerns her. “Leave it to me for now.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked, as much with her words as the anguish saddening her emerald eyes.
“What I would like to do is beat some sense into him. But what I’m going to do is talk. Trust me that I know Ari well, and I believe I have an idea as to what troubles him. Don’t you worry, sweetheart, I’ll sort this out.” The problem was, if my idea as to his problem was correct, I had no idea how I’d convince him to change his mind.
“Maraea will be here soon. It’s your baking day, isn’t it?” I hoped a change of subject would improve Katie’s mood.
“Yes, we’re going to make pies; sweet ones and meat ones so you can look forward to a hearty evening meal.”
“Are you going to be okay, now?”
She sprang from my lap and assured me she would be fine.
My heart was heavy as I went to find Ari at the stables.
He saw my approach and called Josiah, one of the farmhands to help him with repairing a hinge on a loose box door. It was a ploy to stall our conversation, so I stopped Josiah in his tracks with a stern shake of my head and sent him out of the barn. Ari had clearly not been in a pleasant mood since he arrived at the stables because the poor lad scurried off with a look that spoke of relief.
“In there.” I pointed to the loose box.
“There are men about.”
“Then we’ll have to keep our voices down.” I waited until Ari entered the loose box before I followed him and positioned myself so that I blocked his exit.
“Tell me what’s going on, Ari. I’ve had Katie up at the house, sobbing her heart out because she thinks you don’t love her and that she’s come between you and me. She’s going to take some convincing that that isn’t true—”
“Maybe it is true.”
“Nonsense.” It couldn’t be true. I’d watched Ari and Katie together, and not just in bed, but around the farm, in the house. They truly appeared to enjoy each other’s company and the way Ari’s face lit up when she entered a room was not something he could fake. “You won’t convince me that you’d prefer to have Katie gone from our house—”
“Katie shouldn’t leave; I’ll go.”
Jesus. This was turning from bad to worse—now both of them were threatening to leave. I sucked in a breath, trying to appease my thundering heart. I was warring between taking a commanding stance and ordering him back to the house so the three of us could sort this out, and, taking a gentle approach to work at getting him to explain his concern.
I stepped towards him and placed a hand on his arm. He flinched as if my touch had branded him. I kept my voice low and calm. “Hey, Ari, you have to tell me what’s wrong. We’re friends, lovers...does our six years together mean nothing to you? I don’t want you to go, and neither does Katie.”
“There’s no room for me in your marriage, Griff. You and Katie need to settle into your life together without me hanging around. She’s wonderful...you’re wonderful...”
His words sounded to me like an excuse rather than the root of the problem.
“Talk to me, Ari.”
He shook his head, eyes downcast. “There’s nothing more to say. She’s...Katie...she’s too special to be spoiled by me. I’m staying down here from now on. I’ll sleep in the loft—”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort!” Now I was angry, my voice raised to a point where I had to gather control so as not to alert the workers to our discussion. “If you refuse to share our bed, for the time being, then you will return to your own bed in the house.”
He pulled himself straight and looked directly in my eyes. “Don’t, Griff, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s right; I don’t, and I won’t until you tell me what’s troubling you.”
“I can’t.”
With that, I heard the blast of a ship’s horn. It would be the SS Ngapipi ready to drop anchor.
“Bloody hell! I have to get down to the ship.” I took Ari in my arms trying to force as much of my strength into him to keep him steady. “We haven’t finished, Ari, we’ll talk again when I return. Make sure you’re up at the house for lunch with Katie, please. She needs you. She’s still confused about
this morning, and I don’t want her stewing on it all day. Do that for me?”
Ari never replied, and I had the feeling he’d be resolute in his decision to stay away from the house and Katie.
CHAPTER 10
KATIE
Of course, Maraea immediately sensed something was wrong, and she spent some time encouraging me to share my problem with her. I talked around it and pretended it was just a bit of discord between us, something to do with having to get used to living under new circumstances and the trouble I’d had on my visit to town.
“We talked about your trouble in town with the Pastor the other day, Keiti. At the time, you had very strong thoughts on the matter and decided the Pastor a jealous fool. Surely you haven’t changed your heart about that now?”
I hadn’t, of course; I was simply trying to steer Maraea off the subject. We were peeling apples together for the pies, and she took my knife from my hand and asked me to sit at the table.
“Let me bring you tea, and we can talk properly, the way the gentlewomen do.” She chuckled as she filled the kettle. “I have something to share with you that might help with the thing that’s troubling you right now.”
How she knew my problem without my having voiced it was beyond my comprehension, but it did give me an idea that perhaps meeting Pastor Mackay in town was part of what tormented Ari.
While Maraea fixed the tea, I set the table with cups and saucers, and butter and jam for the freshly-made pikelets; a sort of small pancake Maraea had taught me to make. She had removed her pinafore to sit at the table and judging by the look on her face, she had something serious to tell me.
“This is our private talk, Keiti, just you and I. You’re not to tell Ari what I’m telling you, but I think it will help you to understand him.”
Of course, I wouldn’t betray her confidence but my stomach churned at the idea of her telling me something so dire that it could not be shared. “Certainly, go on.”
She took my hand and squeezed it; her brown skin such a contrast to my pale hand she clutched that I believe we both stared for a moment at our connection.