Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“That’s so like you, Kiri. You go out of your way to help people.”

Kiri blushed and giggled. “It’s no problem since I’ve got an electric cart. It makes running errands ten times faster than walking everywhere.”

“Maybe. I need to walk though, or my butt would be even bigger than it is now,” replied Shiloah. “Have you got time for a coffee? The men are busy talking crops again.”

“I’d love to.”

As they walked off toward the nearest café, Shiloah wondered if she and her friends could show Wang how intelligent and sweet Kiri was without actually interfering in his and George’s lives.
Hmm, that’s tricky.

* * * *

Stan was excited about planting crops and watching them grow from bare brown soil, through tiny green shoots to sturdy plants and finally, waving fields of grain ready to harvest. But he was even more excited by being in a house with Shiloah where they could make her scream in ecstasy without the neighbors hearing. Where they could fuck her against a wall, pounding into her until the wall shook, without scaring everyone in the apartment block. Where they could take her on a table, or a sofa, or the floor. And Gods, he wanted a tub like the one Jim, Sam, and Paul had. What he could do with her in one of those. He got hard just picturing her there, her creamy body flushed pink from the heat and steam, her long hair trailing on the water as he fucked her leaning against the side of the tub or sitting on his lap with the water caressing her magnificent breasts, or—Gods! He’d come in his pants like a teenager if he didn’t stop thinking about it. But they needed to order a huge hot tub. It was definitely a top priority!

George and Wang, along with a couple of muscular young men, had helped them move the things they’d decided to take with them from their apartment into a large truck. The same young men had moved Shiloah and Orna’s things. Having lived in the community for so many years, they’d accumulated a lot more possessions than Stan and Goa. When Shiloah had suggested sorting through her things and giving some away, Stan and Goa had both been adamant she keep as much as she wanted.

“We’re moving into a large house. There’ll be plenty of room. If you want to give some things away later, that’s good, but there’s no need to downsize when we’re upsizing,” Goa had explained somewhat muddily.

Stan thought Orna had been relieved when they’d spoken. He suspected she’d kept mementoes of her late husbands, and he certainly didn’t want her to think such things would not be welcomed in her new home.

Goa had driven the big truck with their furniture, Shiloah sitting beside him. This truck would be returned to New Thimphu after it was unpacked. Stan had followed them, driving a runabout farm truck that they’d be keeping to use on the farm and around Green Ridge, and with him was one of the young men who’d drive the big van away after helping them unload.

The hot tub and some farming equipment they’d ordered would be arriving in a few weeks, but they had all they needed for now.

They stopped first at Chevaunne’s farm, and the family ran out to greet them, hugging Shiloah, and shaking hands with the men before taking them all inside. It was the first time any of them had ever been to their house from the outside road. Always before, they’d come from the community, underground, via the tunnels.

“It’s really interesting to see how the land above connects with the city below. Rather like putting together all the pieces of a three-dimensional jigsaw,” Stan said.

“That’s a really good image,” said Chevaunne. “I learned it all simultaneously because I was kidnapped to this house. But I see what you mean. It’s exactly like putting the pieces of a puzzle together. Which tunnel leads to whose house.”

“Do you feel safe here? Really safe?” Orna asked Chevaunne.

“Yes, I do. These people are not like the horrible people where you used to live. They’re kind and polite. Helpful. They understand we ‘keep to ourselves,’ as they call it, and they respect that. No one has ever been rude to me, and they know I live here with all three men, although they also believe I’m married to only Jim. It’s really good that you and Shiloah are here. We’ll be able to do some girl stuff together. George and Wang’s store is an awesome place to visit. And there’s a lovely little
café
on the main street of Green Ridge. They do a truly delicious stuffed baked potato. Whenever one of my friends visits, we always have lunch there.”

Jim and Paul rode with them to their house—which Stan still thought of as Ugyen’s house—and helped them unload the big van and the truck. For a few hours, Stan’s mind was fully occupied with lifting, loading, and shifting box after box, tables, chairs, bookshelves, and more boxes. Finally, they were done, and they all sat out on the stoop drinking coffee and eating the sandwiches Shiloah and Orna had made them.

Then the helpers climbed into the empty big truck so the driver could drop Paul and Jim back home before returning the truck to the community. Stan, Goa, and the women waved them good-bye as they pulled out onto the long driveway to return to the road. Then Stan turned and rested his gaze on Shiloah. She was so lovely standing there in jeans and a tee, a dirty mark across one cheekbone, her hair bundled into a messy ponytail. Her chocolate eyes sparkled with excitement, and her lush body made him yearn for bedtime. But first he needed to help Orna unpack some of her things so she felt more at home. This was her home, too, now. She was a valued member of their family.

* * * *

The men were always so loving and giving in bed, ensuring she came and came with wondrous orgasms. But this night, the first in their house, Shiloah wanted to be the one who did the giving. She knew they were tired from stress, worry, and the hard physical labor of moving. She was stunned by the amount they’d achieved. She’d expected to be picking her way through boxes, looking for missing items for weeks, but the vast bulk of the boxes were already unpacked, her books sitting neatly on her bookshelves, clothing folded in drawers or hanging in closets, all the food stuffs tidily arranged in the pantry.

And while she and her mama had worked hard on the fine details, Orna in the pantry and herself with the books and office gear, Shiloah was well aware that the heavy work had predominantly been done by all the men, and Goa and Stan had spent more hours packing and unpacking than anyone else.

Her aim tonight was to pleasure them with the hardest orgasms she could deliver. Although she knew she ought to lose a little weight, especially from her thighs and hips, for some strange reason the men loved to see her naked, so she began by walking from the adjoining bathroom into their bedroom nude.

She stood at the foot of the bed, placed her hands on her hips, thrust her breasts forward, then, keeping her gaze on their faces, turned her body toward the side wall and put her foot flat on the bed, keeping her legs apart so they had a clear view of her pussy and the dampness on her dark curls.

Goa’s jaw dropped, and she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. Stan hissed out a breath and whispered, “Gods!”

“You like that?” she teased. “How about this?” She put her foot down on the floor and turned her back to them, wiggled her ass, then bent right forward so her pussy was lifted to them.

“Come here, precious,” groaned Stan, holding his arms out to her.

“Oh, I don’t think so. You’ve both still got clothes on.”

Two pairs of feet hit the floor on these words, and clothes flew through the air like leaves in a storm. In a matter of seconds, they were both on the bed again, naked. “You were saying?” asked Goa.

She walked over to the bed, keeping her breasts thrust out, and ran a hand over Goa’s erection. It was long and very hard, the broad, flat head already a dark red. But she’d seen him bigger.

Shiloah moved over to cup Stan’s balls. They were hard and drawn up, and she could see a drop of pre-cum in the eye of his cock, but she knew he could hold on a little longer, so she rolled the balls between her fingers then flicked her tongue over the head before turning back to Goa and sucking his balls into her mouth.

“Lie on the bed close together,” she ordered after stepping back from the men.

If they were surprised by her new, bossy persona, they didn’t complain, just moved as she’d instructed them.

She opened the nightstand, unsurprised to find the lube there, ready and waiting. With the tube in her hand, she clambered onto the bed, straddling their four legs, making sure to drag her damp pussy across their skin so they could feel how aroused she was. The coarse hair on their legs tickled her hot, sensitized flesh, making her cream even more. Then she sat just above their knees and took a cock in each hand, gently sliding her hands up the shafts, rubbing a finger over each head, pressing the pads of her fingers into the long, throbbing veins. Finally, she bent over and sucked first one, then the other, deep into her mouth, tasting their flavors, rejoicing in their similarities and their differences.
Oh my, they taste good.

Reluctantly letting them go, she swiped her tongue up and down each long erection then swiveled around presenting her ass to the men. She leaned right forward, rubbing her breasts on their legs, enjoying once again the coarse hair tickling her tender flesh. Then she lifted her ass up in to the air, spreading her legs wide to let them see how hot and pink her cunt was with her need to be possessed and how tight her little rosette was. Yet it would open wide to let one of them in tonight.

Sitting up again, she gave them a wicked look over her shoulder, flipped her hair back, and held out the lube. “Which of you wants my ass tonight?” she asked.

“You choose. You seem to be in charge at the moment,” said Goa.

Stan nodded.

“Hmm. Goa in my pussy, and Stan in my ass, then,” she replied, handing Stan the lube and using both hands to hold her butt cheeks open.

She rested her body on their legs, playing with their arches and toes as a slippery finger penetrated her anus. As she gave them each a foot massage, more fingers slid into her ass, stretching and softening the tissues, making her ready for a big, hard cock. Soon, she was rubbing her aching nipples and hungry cunt on their skin, desperate for them to take her, to possess her.

“Enough. I want you both now,” she said suddenly. She turned around, pushed Goa flat, then held his weeping cock at her entrance. Her pussy stretched around his girth as it welcomed him inside, and she sank lower over his dick until his balls were pressed hard against her, and he was fully enclosed inside her.

Stan scrambled around behind her and rested his big hand flat against her lower spine. Obediently, she stretched her body forward, leaving her ass up. She was well prepared, and he penetrated the ring of muscles easily, then pushed farther inside. As always, her tissues stretched and expanded to accommodate the second cock. Always, she felt totally full with one man. Always, her body simply opened to accept the other one as well. It was an unbelievably good feeling to be so full, so stretched, so utterly possessed by two men at once. But now she wanted some friction. She wanted to come.

Shiloah clenched all her internal muscles as hard as she could. Both men moaned.
Good!
She wiggled her hips. Goa hissed, and Stan gasped. Then four hands grabbed her body and held her still.

“Enough, you wanton. This will be over before it begins. I’m hanging on the edge here,” said Goa.

“Precious, please. I want to last long enough to make this good for you, too.”

Shiloah was pinned tightly by their bodies, one hard chest pressed into her back, the other flattened against her front. Four arms wrapped tightly around her. Legs gripped her thighs. She was surrounded by, encompassed by, hot, male skin. It felt awesome. She let herself relax between them and sighed with relief as they started a push-pull stroke. One thrust inside her as the other withdrew. Then they reversed, so she was continually being filled, never totally empty.

Her body was hyperaware, screaming for release, as they kept up the smoking hot technique, constantly teasing her higher and higher. Desperately, she pressed her pelvis into Goa, rubbing her engorged clit against his skin. Then she pushed backward the tiny bit she could move, forcing Stan’s cock an extra fraction of inch deeper into her dark channel.

Once again, she clenched her inner muscles with all her strength, jabbing her aching, needy nipples against Goa’s hard chest.

Her fingernails dug deep into his shoulders as she held on, and the men picked up speed, slamming into her hard and fast. With relief, she felt the orgasm coiling in her belly burst through her, throwing her into a fierce spiral of clenching muscles, shaking limbs, and more muscle spasms as both the men exploded deep inside her, heightening her own response. Limply, she sagged between them.

“Every time is better than the previous one,” she gasped.