* * * *
Sean stood and cleared off the counter, stacking the dishes in the sink and running water to allow them to soak. Jillian tried to keep her breathing steady and her heart rate down, with little success. Peter helped her from the stool and took her to the master bathroom. She shut the door and cleaned up, used the facilities, and brushed her teeth. He was waiting for her in the hallway and held out his hand. She took it, feeling a bit like the proverbial lamb for the slaughter, and he led her into the bedroom where Sean waited, naked and erect. He looked like a sculpted Greek god, but Jillian flinched at the look on his face and in his eyes. He was so intense. Peter stroked her back and kissed the nape of her neck.
“It’s okay, honey. Don’t be afraid. Any pain will be erotic, and I promise you’ll love it and ask for more.”
Jillian wasn’t so sure, but she tottered forward and allowed Sean to swing her onto the bed where he slid her to the middle and sat beside her. Peter took off his pajama pants, sporting an equally large erection, and sat on her other side. Both reached and took hold of a breast, Sean clearly learning the shape and how her nipples responded to his fingers and mouth. The dual sensations were so wonderful that Jillian closed her eyes and moaned aloud. She felt Sean smile against her breast, and then he pinched the nipple. Jillian gasped at the erotic pain that lanced down to make her pussy tingle.
“What was that for? Why did you do that?” she asked.
“Because I could, and I wanted to. Besides, you liked it,” he answered. “Now scoot down the bed until your ass cheeks are nearly at the edge.”
Jillian did as he asked and managed not to react when he folded her legs up and placed her feet flat on the mattress. She felt so open and exposed and turned away from his avid visual exploration.
“You are beautiful, Jillian,” Sean said quietly, “and while I want to savor every inch of you, I don’t think I can wait.”
Sean lowered his face to her pussy, and Jillian was lost in sensation as he licked through her folds and stabbed his tongue deeply into her opening. Holy cats, the man must be part snake. Peter paid homage to her breasts, and the dual intensity was impressive. When Sean sucked her clit hard against his palate, Jillian screamed out his name with her pleasure. Sean slid her up the mattress and thrust his latex-covered thickness into her against the vestiges of her orgasm, pushing Peter aside. He surged in and out of her, pulling out to her very entrance before forging his way back inside, cleverly pressing on that rough spot high up. Jillian didn’t think she could manage another climax, but felt a familiar coil and numbness in the soles of her feet and in her belly, and bit down on Sean’s upper chest as she came, taking him over with her as her vagina clamped down and milked his cock.
Sean collapsed but kept much of his weight off of her and on the mattress. He turned his head to stare into her eyes, seeming to search for something.
“You take my control, babe, and I’m not sure I like it. But goddamn you feel so good.”
Peter cleared his throat, and they both swiveled their gaze to him.
“So are we at equal time now, buddy?” he asked.
There was a moment of complete silence, then Jillian spat a response. “Don’t fucking treat me like a prize, you asshole. I can’t believe you said that.”
Peter had the grace to flush. He reached out and stroked his hand down Jillian’s face.
“Sorry, honey. I just can’t forget last night and want some more.”
Jillian huffed a little then relaxed. “I’m a little sore, stud, so I hope you’ll let me recuperate a bit.”
Immediately Peter was up and off the bed, striding to the bathroom, his erection bobbing, leading the way. Jillian heard water running, and Sean pulled her up and carried her to the huge tub. All this being hauled around kind of perked up her self-esteem as neither one seemed to have any trouble carrying her weight. Peter had added some sort of bath salts to the water, and she smiled inwardly at his thoughtfulness. She watched as he tested the temperature then offered her his hand. She likened him to some historical gentleman what with all this hand-offering courtesy. She kind of enjoyed it. She settled in the tub with a groan of contentment. To her surprise, Peter climbed in behind her and settled her against his chest, his hard-on pushing against her lower back. Sean stepped in to sit facing her, his legs twining with hers, and she found herself relaxing into a light doze. The feeling of soapy hands moving over her body woke her. Peter cleansed her upper body and Sean the lower half, taking great care with her pussy and bottom as Peter lifted her for easier access.
Sean slipped a fingertip inside her vagina. “Still sore, babe?” he asked.
“No, I think the soak helped,” she replied.
“Good.” That one word from both men in unison nearly made Jillian laugh, except Sean was pushing into her anus and asking the same question.
“I don’t know about this, Sean,” she said hesitantly. “I’ve never done anal before except maybe a little pressure, and I don’t like any kind of hurt. Uh, Peter put a plug into me last night, and it was pretty uncomfortable, and I’d had too many margaritas…”
“Babe, you’re going to have to let us get you ready here,” Sean answered inflexibly. “We wouldn’t ask it of you if it wouldn’t make you feel really good.”
“And I suppose your pleasure is secondary,” she said dryly.
Sean flushed a little but answered her honestly. “I like fucking ass, and so does Peter, although he likes fucking mouths more, second only to pussy. But believe me when I say that most women really get off on anal sex, especially if it means double penetration. If it’s done right. Although I actually prefer fucking the right woman’s pussy.”
Jillian couldn’t hold his gaze. She thought she knew what he was trying to say, and she wasn’t ready for that. Men didn’t usually stick around when they really got to know her and met the full force of her personality, so Sean might not prove to be different. Instead, she thought about the anal sex.
“If I don’t like it, will you stop?”
“Of course,” assured Sean.
“Yes, absolutely,” added Peter.
Sean then spoiled it by saying, “But you won’t tell us to stop.”
Chapter Four
Jillian was lifted from the tub and dried off like she was a child. It felt caring yet a bit undermining to her. Peter seemed to read her mind, kissing her temple and murmuring how they liked to take care of their women. So then she felt a bite of what suspiciously felt like jealousy. God, her emotions were as unsettled as the weather. Never mind that Sean used the soft nap of the towel between her legs with such effect or that Peter rubbed her nipples into sharp points.
Her thoughts stuttered to a halt when Sean held up a tube of lube and Peter handed him a butt plug. Both men gave her gentle smiles of encouragement, so Jillian took a deep breath and went with them into the bedroom, climbing up on the high bed without protest and settling across the aligned pillows to lift her bottom high in the air for the second time that day! Peter smoothed his hand down her back from shoulder to ass, over and over until she relaxed into his caress. She felt the nozzle of the lubricant press against her anus, and she struggled not to clench as Sean crooned his approval. The press of his finger was harder to relax into, but she managed it and in a little while accepted another digit pressing in. The fact that Peter’s other hand had found its way under her and was now circling and rubbing her clit helped considerably, giving her something else to concentrate on. He picked up the pace as Sean withdrew his fingers and began to insert the bigger plug that initially felt like such a huge invasion of her untried entrance, when her orgasm peaked. Peter thrust his fingers into her vagina, and Jillian clenched hard on him and the plug, going over again. Sean kissed her on either butt cheek then nipped her, his tongue flicking out to sooth the tiny pain.
With hardly a pause, Peter rolled her lie on top of him, but facing his feet. He slid his cock up and down her cleft, and Sean helped her lift up to settle over Peter and impale he
rself on him inch by inch until she had fully taken him. Jillian felt really full, and it took a moment to adjust before she realized Sean was kneeling in front of her, his erection poking toward her mouth.
“Open, babe.”
Jillian obediently opened her mouth, and Sean pushed inside. He grabbed her hands when she would have held the base of his cock, and set them down by her hips.
“Keep them there, or I’ll tie them behind your back, understand? I won’t give you any more than you can take.”
Her mouth quite full, Jillian nodded around him, tilting her head back to lock eyes with him.
“Peter is going to rock you on his cock, and you’re going to just ride him, no moving, no clenching, no touching yourself until you’re told to do so. I’m going to fuck your mouth while you keep your lips tight around me and use that tongue. Keep looking at me the whole time. If you don’t do as you’re told, there will be consequences, Jillian. We are in charge, remember, and will see to your pleasure.”
Peter began to move, and Sean thrust forcibly into her mouth on Peter’s backward movement. Jillian found the rhythm but wanted to grab onto somebody just to ground herself. She tentatively reached out for Sean’s upper thighs, and he immediately stopped, pulling from her mouth and leaving her strangely bereft. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out another velvet tie. Without comment, he secured her hands at her back then bent to stare into her face.
“How are you going to get yourself off now, babe, if we needed an extra hand?” he asked. “You needed to trust us with your balance and your pleasure. Now it’s just about us. So do the job well and there won’t be a penalty for disobeying.”
Jillian felt mutinous and opened her mouth to challenge him. Sean took the opportunity to push inside again, and Jillian felt Peter set the pace. She liked the sensation of pleasuring them both at the same time, especially when Peter gently twisted the butt plug and it stimulated her further where his cock pressed against it through the thin membrane separating the two unyielding objects. Sean tasted fine, and she reveled in the power she felt over him as he wound his hands into her hair to keep his strokes from faltering as he crept closer to climax. Mindful of the penalty she might face, Jillian concentrated on getting him off and tried to avoid reaching for her own release, courtesy of Peter’s talented movements, lest it break her focus. Sean broke first instead, against the back of her throat, and she frantically swallowed against him, relishing his groans, loving the way his face drew taut and his eyes went black. She delicately lapped him clean as he withdrew, savoring his taste. Peter picked up the pace, and Sean reached down to pinch and twist both of her nipples. The unexpected sharp pain pulsed down to her pussy, and Jillian came suddenly, if not with the intensity of her previous orgasms, and closed her eyes to better enjoy it. Peter jerked in concert, and she felt him begin to soften within her.
Sean brooded above, pulling her off of Peter and laying her on her side, grasping the plug to pull it partway out and then reinsert it several times. Jillian gasped at the motion and wondered at the connection to her throbbing clit.
“I can’t wait to take you there, babe. You’ll be moving up to a bigger plug this afternoon,” he stated.
Jillian protested, and he stopped her words with another mind-blowing kiss. Peter disposed of the condom and surveyed them both.
“Who’s up for Scrabble?” he asked. “Largest number of points gets to choose the next group activity. Oh, and Jillian, leave the plug in for a bit. You need to be stretched.”
Jillian choked back her groan both at the thought of leaving the butt plug in and also at the idea of a board game but then felt her lips twitch into a sly smile. They were so going down. She was an ace at Scrabble and could beat anyone she knew. She idly wondered if watching her two men get it on would do it for her, or if it was enough to just put them through her paces for a change. She managed not to rub her hands together, just moved past Sean and made her way into the bathroom to freshen up and prepare to take charge.
* * * *
Once Jillian disappeared from view and he could tear his gaze from the butt plug nestled in the crack of her ass, Sean stared at Peter. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” he asked. “As far as I’m concerned, spell-check is the best thing ever, and if memory serves, you aren’t that far behind in its use! Jillian is going to kick our collective ass.”
Peter shook his head and replied, “We both read everything and have a good command of the English language. And who said spelling counts? I’m sure we can tag team our woman, Sean, or maybe you’re already whipped.”
Sean punched Peter in the shoulder at his remark then surprised the hell out of both of them with his response. “I am whipped, buddy, and if Jillian figures that out, we’re both so done for.”
Peter again shook his head. “Me, too. She is all I hoped for and then some. Let’s make the absolute best of the time we have left and bind her to us.”
“Oh, there’s going to be binding, Peter. You’d just better hope it isn’t us getting bound.”
Chapter Five
The three of them sat around the table in the dining room, and Jillian recognized their strategy immediately, countering it with her own. She was perched on a pillow for some comfort, considering that nasty plug, and was naked to boot. She still felt that her body wasn’t up to standards, although the hot looks she got from both men challenged her assumption. But on with the game and victory. It didn’t matter if they said spelling didn’t count. She could put words together for massive points either way, and what they didn’t seem to understand yet was that the words she constructed might be spelled correctly or not. If they didn’t know, then more power to her. Even the distracting looks and sly caresses didn’t tip the scales in their favor. Hell hath no fury or whatever the quote, Jillian was that bitch from hell these guys had probably been told to watch out for. Heh heh. Not that she hadn’t really liked most of what they had done to her or demanded from her. It was just that she was used to being the boss and wanted to see if it could apply in the bedroom with these men, just a little. Nothing like keeping the other guy, or in her case, guys off guard. She might just get used to the sound of that. Guys. Her guys.
By the end of the game, Sean and Peter were shifting a bit uncomfortably in their prospective chairs. Jillian suspected that Sean felt like punching the crap out of Peter, and Peter was probably asking himself how stupid he could have been to have chosen a game like Scrabble. Why hadn’t he chosen Checkers or even Snakes and Ladders? Because Scrabble seemed more cerebral, maybe. Hell, she didn’t know, but now Jillian was the big winner. Yes!
“So winner gets to choose the next group activity,” Jillian mused.
“Nobody likes a gloater, Jillian,” Sean muttered.
“Maybe not, Sean, but it’s my choice, and what’s good for the goose…” Boy, she was sure into truisms. Although she thought maybe she had it backward. What did she know about geese, anyhow? Other than they were bad tempered and had long, hard…Oh crap, where was she going with that?
* * * *
Peter wanted to close his eyes against the mischief on Jilly’s face. Sean would kill him he was sure. Hopefully whatever Jilly had planned would make the death sweeter.
“Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, guys,” Jillian said sweetly, “so I can have a look at those special toys you have stashed in there. I’m sure I’ll be inspired.”
Peter padded after her swaying bottom, mute but aroused, the plug a direct arrow to her virgin ass, Sean right behind him. Peter was thinking ahead, the mention of toys reminding him of that big vibrating dildo with the double end. What the hell had Sean bought that for anyhow? They had toyed with the idea of having two women perform for them, but it hadn’t felt right. Porn was one thing. They wanted one woman to perform on, not for. Sean was definitely going to kill him.
“Sit on the bed for a moment and rest your feet, boys,” their little tormentor suggested as she rooted through the assortment of sex toys. She straightened from h
er position and turned to face them, removing the tantalizing view of her shadowed pussy between her ass cheeks and the end of the butt plug, and Peter sighed. Then he winced at the sight of a vibrator and really big plug.
“Were you thinking of pushing this up my ass, Sean?” she inquired sweetly.
Sean shook his head, looking almost intimidated. “Nope, that’s way too big, Jillian. Really too big.”
Jillian walked over to him and compared the plug to his penis, that, truth to be told, was hard, erect, and ready for action.
“Hmmm,” she murmured, “not a lot of difference in size really. I think you are lying to me. Maybe Peter and I can practice with it on you so that I can understand the full effect before you shove that cock up me. What do you think, Peter?”
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