by Amira Rain
Moving his hands to my left-side ribs, Eric shook his head at me. “Nope. I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re locked in, Ellie. Ten minutes. That’s what you said.”
I turned my face back to Ryan. “Look. Don’t be like him. Don’t be such a hard-ass. Just move your hands a lot lower…between my legs. Please just do it.”
Moving his slick hands to my right-side rib, Ryan shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s not going to happen. And to show you that Eric and I are serious, I think we’re going to have to start issuing you some kind of a punishment each time you tell us or ask us to touch you lower before the ten minutes is up.”
Something about his sexy, gravelly voice, combined with what he’d just said, had made my tingling clit begin to outright throb. And when I spoke, my voice came out in a breathy near-whisper.
“Well, fine, then…but what will the punishment be for each time that I tell or ask?”
Ryan didn’t even hesitate in his response. “The punishment for each time will be three sharp swats on your sexy little rear cheeks. Each and every time. And I did say sharp swats. Not just little pats. I mean swats, like a real spanking, like the kind that might make your sexy little rear really sting. So, Ellie, think carefully before you ask or tell again. Because now, you know exactly what’s going to come after."
Becoming further turned on, I just had to know if he was being serious or not. I just had to. Primarily because I found his description of my proposed “punishment” more than a bit erotic.
So, somewhat in disbelief about what I was doing, I spoke in a breathy near-whisper once again, looking right into Ryan’s eyes. “Touch me lower, Ryan. Touch me right between my legs.”
Wearing a little smirk that made me think that he’d expected me to say what I had right away, he lowered his mouth to speak near my ear. “All right. You earned this, Ellie…you naughty girl.”
CHAPTER 12
Ryan gently but swiftly rolled me onto my side to face Eric, and then immediately delivered three sharp swats to my right rear cheek with his hand even harder than I thought it would be. However, I found that I didn’t exactly mind his hard hand. Not in the least. Especially since I’d had a good view of Eric’s rock-hard cock while I’d been receiving my swats.
Panting with desire, I lifted my gaze to Eric’s face, eager to see if he might also issue me some punishment. “Please touch me, Eric. Please.”
Doing exactly what Ryan had done, Eric rolled me onto my side with his breathing fast and ragged, then delivered three swats to my left cheek with his hand even harder than Ryan’s had been. Wincing, I’d gasped with each stinging swat, though all the while feeling so much slickness seeping from my pussy that I was becoming drenched.
My clit was also throbbing in a way that I’d never even felt it before, making me feel almost desperate with urgent sexual need. It was this urgent, desperate throbbing that seemed to make me suddenly desire something that I’d never really desired in my life. I wanted to taste Eric and Ryan, wanted to feel their hard cocks with my tongue. And, being that Ryan’s rock-hard shaft was just inches away from my face, I figured I’d start with him.
“Please let me taste you with my tongue without giving me any more punishment, Ryan. Please just let me.”
I didn’t have to ask him again. He’d already moved himself closer to me before I’d even finished asking what I had.
Not being extremely experienced with performing oral sex but far too turned on to care, I took Ryan’s thick pole in one hand and tentatively began flicking my tongue over the head of it, immediately making him groan. Thinking that I must be doing something right, and encouraged by this, I continued, flicking my tongue a little faster, discovering that I actually really liked what I was doing, really liked the feeling that I was slightly degrading myself in a way. However, even with this being the case, now it was my turn to tease Ryan the same way he’d been teasing me by refusing to touch me.
After maybe a half-minute of making him loudly growl and groan, I lifted my face, releasing his thick shaft at the same time. “Now, please touch me.”
Having been hoping that he hadn’t abandoned his corporal punishment plan, I wasn’t disappointed, soon feeling the crack of his hard hand against my right rear cheek, with each swat causing just enough stinging to make me squirm a bit, gasping.
Now, I was facing Eric, eager to once again feel the head of a rock-hard shaft with my tongue. This time, though, I wasn’t just content to use my tongue alone. After a short while of flicking my tongue across the head of Eric’s member, making him groan, I flicked my tongue up and down the length of his shaft before finally taking it in my mouth, working my lips up and down the first couple of inches of it. Growling, Eric wrapped my long hair around his fist to gently keep my head in place, obviously enjoying what I was doing.
The three of us continued our punishment-pleasure game for a few more minutes, until my rear was just about blazing from having been spanked so many times, and until Eric and Ryan were really, really not wanting me to lift my face from their granite-hard poles each time I did so. I myself had become so desperate for sexual release that if someone didn’t touch my clit soon, I was going to have to do it myself. Fortunately, I just happened to catch sight of the clock on the nightstand at this point, seeing that my ten minutes was up. And, actually, fourteen whole minutes had gone by.
“Hey. Do the two of you see the clock? It’s been fourteen minutes. Meaning, it’s my turn now.”
Almost before I’d even finished speaking, Eric was between my legs. Or, his head was, to be exact about it. Tangling my fingers in his thick, dark hair, I pulled his face and mouth to the source of my desperate need. Normally, when my mind would wander to thoughts of such intimate activities, I liked the idea of maybe working up to things with some slow, tender kisses along my inner thighs. However, at this particular time, I wasn't interested in slow, tender kisses at all. I was too desperate, feeling nearly wild in my desire for sexual release.
The moment I felt Eric’s tongue connect with my clit, sliding across it with exquisite slowness, I cried out, grinding my head into the stack of plush pillows behind me. Soon, I was nearly grinding my clit against his mouth as he flicked his tongue from side to side rapidly, clutching my hips in his strong arms.
Seeming to want to prolong my pleasure, he and Ryan took turns giving me this most intimate of sexual pleasures, letting me cool down for a few seconds while they switched places. However, after each of them had given me a few rounds of sensual attention, making me writhe and moan, I realized that my pleasure was heading toward a peak, and I wanted to reach that peak with one of them completely filling me. And since Eric was moving to position himself between my legs again , he was the one whose shoulder I grabbed.
“Please, Eric. I want to feel you inside of me now.”
With a low growl, he moved to cover my body with his own, parting my legs while he did so. So eager to feel his hardness inside of me that I didn’t even want to wait for him to position the head of his shaft himself, I took it in my hand and guided it to my slick entrance, telling him that I was ready.
Within a second or two, groaning, he began slowly sliding his thick rod into my depths , gazing at my face, as if on alert for any sign that he was going too fast or causing me any pain. He wasn’t at all, though, and in fact, I moaned with pleasure while he filled me inch by rock-hard inch, until he’d buried his entire pole inside of me.
After a few moments spent caressing the side of my face and brushing a few kisses against my lips, which allowed me to fully get used to his hardness and size, he began slowly thrusting into me, again seeming to be on alert for any sign he was causing me any discomfort. However, he wasn’t at all, and I was pretty sure that he was seeing nothing but pure rapture on my face, because that’s what I was feeling each time he slid back into my pussy, filling me completely in a way that I’d never been filled before.
Beside us, Ryan was on his side, watching my face while slowly stroking his
pole with occasional grunts and quiet groans. Eric was making a few noises of his own, as was I, telling him that he felt so incredibly good. With this seeming to encourage him or give him a green light to intensify things, he began thrusting a bit faster, making me moan while gripping his hips.
A while later, he pulled my legs up on his strong shoulders and began thrusting a little faster still, and suddenly, I just knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. His long, deep, yet fast strokes just simply felt too good, especially considering how long I’d waited and had been teased before this “main event” of the night’s action. Because of this, probably not half a minute after he’d pulled my legs up on his shoulders, I began crying out while mind-shattering pleasure began crashing over me in waves so powerful that they made me buck my hips repeatedly, realizing that although I’d experienced many genuine orgasms in my life, they’d been weak ones. They hadn’t been anything like this.
Around the same time that I began crying out with my peak, Eric reached his own as well, thrusting into my slick pussy the hardest and fastest he had yet, grunting.
When he eventually rolled off me with his breath coming in ragged gasps, I turned my face to look at Ryan, panting. “Now, it’s your turn. Now, I want you to make me feel that good too.”
Within about three seconds, I found myself positioned on my hands and knees while Ryan slid into my depths from behind, making me cry out the word yes. His cock felt so incredibly good, as did my “naughty girl” positioning, although soon, when he began thrusting, things began to feel even better still.
He had a way of screwing in this position that struck me as just downright dirty, in the very best possible way. Feeling to me as if he wasn’t just thrusting in and out of me but also somehow moving his hips and his cock in a rough circle as well, I’d never dreamed that having sex in this position could feel so utterly amazing and so wonderfully filthy.
Every now and then, while he filled me with every last inch of his rod, Ryan gave one of my rear cheeks a little swat with a medium-hard hand, as if just wanting to remind me that I had a shifter mate who had no problems with meting out “punishment.” I loved it, thinking that I might not mind receiving this kind of “punishment” regularly at all.
Increasing my excitement, Eric soon joined the action, moving a hand beneath my pussy in order to lightly stroke my clit while Ryan continued doing what he was doing. Finally living out the “dirty talk” scenario that Ryan had whispered into my ear the first day we’d become physical, I moaned loudly, thinking that any woman who didn’t have two shifter lovers was sorely missing out on some pretty mid-blowing erotic bliss.
Even though it was my second one, I reached a climax with Ryan a bit quicker than I had with Eric, burying my face in the pillows, moaning, while Ryan growled out his own release behind me.
When we both collapsed on the bed, side by side, I found that Eric was already becoming hard again beside me, slowly stroking his thick pole while gazing at me with his breathing accelerating. Although I probably would have considered myself completely sexually satisfied otherwise and would have probably soon drifted off to sleep, I found the sight of his hand around his stiffening rod to be such an unbelievably sexy one that I almost immediately became a little worked up again myself.
By the time I did finally fall asleep late that night, feeling more profoundly satisfied than I’d ever dreamed was possible, I’d had no fewer than three orgasms, a record for me in one night. On top of this, I’d gotten the feeling that Eric and Ryan would have been very glad to give me a fourth had I not started to get so tired.
I’d heard rumors about shifter desire and stamina in the bedroom, and I’d come to learn that it was no joke. Whatever the chemical weapon had done to turn some men into shifters, it had apparently also turned them into something like sexual champions as well. Lucky for me, I thought, before drifting off to sleep.
CHAPTER 13
For the next two weeks, each new autumn day dawned sunny and bright, matching the mood in the house. Living with my two new shifter mates, making love to them both nearly every night, I was happy, and Eric and Ryan seemed happy too. Sometimes, I even wondered if I was the happiest I’d ever been in my entire life, despite currently living in a post-apocalyptic world filled with Creepers that continually threatened to break down the walls of my community.
Adding to my newfound happiness, one day, I received a handwritten letter from Norm.
Dear Ellie,
All is well here. In fact, it’s better than “well,” to tell you the truth. We’ve all gorged ourselves on grilled steak for dinner here tonight, if you can believe that, with fried potatoes, mashed squash, and sautéed zucchini for side dishes. We even had some delicious pumpkin spice cake for dessert, made with pumpkins from our own harvest. We’ve actually had steak for dinner three times now since you’ve been gone, if you can believe that. Remember the days when you and I used to get stuck having to split a single can of green beans for dinner after feeding everyone else and the kids? Well, I can safely say that things are much better now. The Silverbacks brought us a deep-freeze and filled it with beef from one of the cows. We’ve also made ice in the deep-freeze. After a year or so without it, let me say that it’s been a real treat. Some of the kids had even forgotten what it was.
Sadie had the idea to put on a carnival for all the kids today, complete with vegetable dye face-painting and games. For prizes, she offered chilled pudding cups from the deep freeze and apple juice with ice cubes. The kids thought they’d died and gone to heaven. Bless her sweet heart, Sadie cried at the end of the day, saying that she never dreamed she’d ever see people so happy again.
Marlon has developed a deep chest cough, but he seems to be fighting it off. He turned eighty yesterday. The Silverbacks brought some antibiotics in their cache of medical supplies, and Marlon is on a course of them now. Did you know that one of the Silverbacks’ wives, a woman named Claire, was an emergency room nurse/certified midwife before the Chaos? She’s been taking good care of those of us with aches and pains and various ailments. She’s going to deliver Amy’s baby in a couple of weeks too. (Amy is another Silverback wife- she and her husband, Marshall, already have two little boys and are hoping for a girl this time…and Lord only knows that this strange new world could use more girls.)
We have three new additions here to the community- a man named Tyler, his wife Jennie (who is an orb-thrower like you), and their two-year-old son, Jack. The family is originally from Indiana, and they made their way up here to Michigan some months ago with a larger group, searching for some place to live not infested with Creepers.
Sadly, the other members of Tyler and Jennie’s group died during the journey north. Tyler, Jennie, and Jack were themselves surrounded by a large group of Creepers just a mile from here the other day, when our Silverbacks came upon the scene and fought the Creepers off. Tyler and Jennie were schoolteachers before the Chaos (Tyler- high school English, and Jennie- second grade), and they have thoughts about establishing a school here at Towering Pines.
(By the way, have you heard that our community is now called Towering Pines? I picked the name recently, after showing the Silverbacks all those beautiful towering pines just south of the gymnasium. Couldn’t believe that picking a name for our community hadn’t occurred to me sooner, but I guess when a person is so focused on day-to-day survival, they don’t have much time to think about those kinds of things.)
We all hope that you’re doing very well in your new community. I think I speak for us all when I say that we all love and miss you very much. Please write soon.
Love,
Norm
Just three days later, when two of the Silverbacks “on loan” returned to Silverfield for more supplies, I received another letter from Norm.
Dear Ellie,
Our community here at Towering Pines has now grown to ninety members (including ten Silverbacks and four wives). (Have I mentioned that two of the Silverbacks share a wife? They say it’s necessa
ry in these times, and I suppose they’re right.)
One of the new additions to our group is a young woman named Carmen, who is twenty-two years old. Two of the single Silverbacks “fancy” her, I think, and something just tells me that before long, we might have another “two husbands and one wife” arrangement going on here. Well, it’s “kind of” biblical, isn’t it? After all, God allowed some of his prophets to have multiple wives, so why shouldn’t a woman be allowed to have multiple husbands in this day and age, after all that has happened? I’m not quite sure what my dear late wife, Alice, would think about all this; she was always so resistant to new ways of doing things. As for me, I think it’s all fine. I’m just glad that back in my day, I never had to “share” my beloved. Not sure I could have done it.
The youngest addition to our group was born just today, when Amy had her baby, a girl she and her husband, Marshall, named Rose. Mama and baby Rose are happy and healthy, praise the Lord, even though Rose arrived a few weeks early, according to Amy’s calculations. Can you believe this, baby Rose already knows how to suck her little thumb? Sadie and I have christened her “the most precious princess of Towering Pines.” God is so good.
Marlon is quickly improving on the antibiotics. He was at least well enough a half-hour ago to complain that the cup of tea I brought him wasn’t hot enough. The old crank! Well, I reheated his tea anyway. He may be an old crank, but he’s eight years older than me, and my parents always taught me to respect my elders.
Please write soon, Ellie. We all love you, miss you, and are wondering how you’re doing.
Love,
Norm
PS- I now have my own apartment here. It’s just four walls made of sturdy drywall and a particle board ceiling, but I love it. I love once again having a place to call my own. The Silverbacks say that in the spring, when they construct some homes on the property, they’ll build a small one-