Authors: Reece Butler
She’d never known sex could be fun, enjoyment prolonged for the benefit of the participants. She leaned against him and sighed in contentment.
“Cold water? Don’t tell me you’ve hogged all the hot again. Jeeze, you’re a selfish bastard.”
Bryan’s tone belied his words. Ignoring Adam, he picked up the soap and ran it over her back. Both hands covered with bubbles, he slid them around to sensuously caress her from collarbone to pubis, paying particular attention to her chest. Definitely a breast man. The soap eased the roughness of his calluses. Not that she minded.
“Hey, get your own woman,” complained Adam, soaping his hands as well.
“Why, when I can share yours?”
As if it was a contest, the two men slipped their hands all over her skin, into crevices and over protrusions, first with soap and then to rinse. Adam finally turned off the water and pulled her tight against his front with one arm around her ribs. His cock, well recovered, nudged the middle of her back in promise.
Bryan grasped her hips and stepped close, his cock pressed against her belly. Sandwiched between two hard men, her swollen tissues throbbed.
“Let’s try the bed this time. Care to share both of us?”
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Candy shivered in spite of the warm flesh to her front and back.
They held her tight for a moment before Bryan broke free and wrapped her in a huge towel. Though fluffy and soft, it rasped against her sensitive flesh. Adam swooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her on her back and they carefully patted her dry, leaving her loosely spread-eagled. She enjoyed their easy camaraderie, wishing she’d had family that treated each other so well.
“How did you become partners?”
“Simple,” replied Adam, caressing her toes. Though more reserved, he seemed unable to be near her without touching in some way.
“We grew up together. Bryan left when his mom passed. Went off to college and made big money. When my bastard father finally died, he left me a messed up ranch and no money to fix it. Bryan returned for the funeral celebration. We got drunk together and realized he had money but no home, and I had a ranch that needed cash.”
“Yeah, I’m the brain and you’re the brute.”
“Neither of us wants to live anywhere else, so it works out well.
The only problem is we never meet decent women.”
“Or even better, indecent ones,” said Bryan. “We want a polyamory marriage. Two husbands and two wives who enjoy sharing each other, like to work hard and don't mind living in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah, with wives and a pack of our own kids, life’ll be perfect,”
said Adam.
“Like that TV show?”
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“There’s a show about it?” Adam snorted a laugh.
TV was one thing, but how would their neighbors react to such a shocking situation? How could their wives and children survive the daily insults, rejection and fights?
She’d tried hard to get over her mother’s constant zings of negativity and the vicious jibes from some of the girls at school.
She’d tried to be perfect for her husband, pretending for his friends and co-workers. He said everyone knew he only wanted her as a servant and that they laughed at her behind her back.
After Dan walked out they laughed in her face. Strangers in a big city wouldn’t care, but in a small community? The locals would accept the men since their families had been here for generations, but the women and children would be criticized. Condemned without trial and ostracized, like she’d been all her life.
No, she couldn’t live on their ranch but, if asked, she’d love to visit for a few weeks. No one would know about her if she never left the property, right?
After a few moments of companionable silence, she felt Adam’s heartbeat increase. His fingers ventured past her neck to the breast pressed against his ribs. Bryan’s hand strayed into the crevice between her cheeks, tantalizing instead of soothing. Candy’s heart sped up to match, her ribs tightening with the tension.
“I want to try with both of you, but I don’t know what to do. I'm afraid it will hurt. Everyone says this sort of thing is perverted.”
“Perverted is just two steps beyond wherever that person is comfortable,” said Adam, his deep voice vibrating under her. “We believe that anything shared with equal joy between people isn’t wrong. Different, unusual, but not wrong.”
“Don’t be afraid,” replied Bryan, kissing her shoulder. “We’ll ease you into it and if you’re not comfortable, we won’t do it. Our bodies are designed to feel pleasure for a reason. Why deny it?”
She thought for a moment, considering everything she'd been taught not to do, and the people who'd told her anything different was
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evil. Her parents were dead, her ex remarried. She'd grown disillusioned by both church and politicians long ago. Why listen to any of them?
“You're right,” she said. The acceptance opened up all sorts of possibilities. She looked at the naked men, proof of their desire for her rising before her eyes.
Adam licked his index finger and circled her areola, skittering her mind. He turned to Bryan. “She has no idea how unusual she is.” He shook his head and turned back. “A beautiful woman who’s both sensual and adventurous is a jewel to treasure.” His deep voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating against hers.
“We haven't been able to find a woman like you to share since college,” said Adam. “And now that we’re at the ranch all year, we can’t get away very often, and even then we can't go far. How we’re going to find a wife for each of us, who’ll share us and each other, do chores, raise the children…” He shook his head.
“That would be paradise on earth,” said Bryan.
The thought of husbands and wives sharing each other, living in a huge farmhouse with their children, cats and dogs tumbling in the sun, made Candy’s heart ache. The chance to experience a tiny hint of the love that would bind and rebound between them, brought tears to her eyes. If they wanted to share every part of themselves with her, she was game.
“I want you. Both.”
Adam’s organ hardened against her belly. Bryan’s drooping member swelled into her hip. The way penises reflected a man’s emotions fascinated her. Full of confidence or unsure, horny or replete, they couldn’t hide what they felt. Adam’s finger slid between her legs, emerging wet and glistening, and she realized she couldn’t hide her arousal either.
She licked the nipple by her nose and rubbed her belly against Adam’s hardening cock. He hummed in appreciation and cupped her bottom. Held in his snug embrace, she realized she could get used to
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this. The fact that both men were caring and strong, erotic and comforting, made her realize she could safely push her limits with them.
Bryan slid his finger between her legs and she clenched it hard.
“She’s wet and ready to go again,” he said and nibbled her ear. “I’ve got a tongue, ten fingers and a hard instrument of pleasure, darlin’.”
She looked at them, one big and dark, the other lean and blond, then shook her head as if in exasperation. “Promises, promises.”
She’d barely got the words out before Adam tossed her on the bed. He landed beside her, grabbed and rolled until his hard flesh pressed down on her. Candy’s body sang, flames igniting at his display of dominance.
“Do your worst, cowboys,” she demanded.
Adam’s mouth slid up in an evil grin, his eyes alight at her boast.
“You asked for it.” He lifted himself up. “Close your eyes. Don’t move unless I tell you.”
They seduced her with nips, scraping teeth and fingernails, licking, sucking and soothing everywhere. She couldn’t tell who did what or where they’d strike next. Four hands and two mouths explored her, a fantasy come true.
Torture.
They didn’t touch her where she wanted it most. They pressed where she wanted but just a titch less than she needed, fingers not quite there. She opened her mouth to scream. Large hands lifted her bottom off the bed and separated her cheeks. A tongue pressed against her bottom hole, another flicked against her mound. She wanted both filled, now! She flickered her eyelids, wanting to watch.
“Pink or brown?” growled a deep voice.
“Brown,” replied a slightly higher one.
“Then we’d better change places. Keep your eyes shut, Candy.”
They set her down and left the bed. Drawers opened and shut before they settled back into place, the bed shaking. They turned her over, lowering her belly onto stacked pillows. She relaxed, ass in the
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air, then jerked when something cool and slippery rubbed between her cheeks.
“We’ll use a series of butt plugs to prepare you. The lubricant will help slide it in. Once you're up to the right size we'll show you how we play. Then we'll both fill you, and show you a new definition of ecstasy.”
From the deep voice, the hands must belong to Adam. He scratched a fingernail against her hole, and then chuckled.
“Your tight rosette opens right up for me, eager for more.”
He scratched again then sank the tip of his finger into her. It felt weird, but nice. He pressed farther then pulled out. Before tonight, she'd never realized she had nerve endings there. Lots and lots of them.
It took a while, but the two of them slowly stretched her, sliding a butt plug in and out until she could take it all. They kissed her back, stroked her legs and tongued her pussy, keeping her just off the boil, wanting more and all the time murmuring how much they enjoyed sharing her.
“How will this work, anyway?”
“You’ll ride me like a horse,” said Adam. “Face me so I can watch you. I want to play with those giant nipples of yours.” His eyes almost glowed. “Then I’ll hold you tight while Bryan enters your sweet ass. You ready?”
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He had to ask when she’d been creaming for what seemed like hours?
“Please,” she said, goose bumps flashing over her skin.
Adam pulled her close and gazed into her eyes for a moment, a caress in itself. He kissed her forehead tenderly, lay on the bed on his back and patted his belly for her to sit.
“Bryan's thinner so he gets your cherry,” said Adam as she stretched, checking out how it felt to move with the plug inside. “But I'm going to take that sweet ass before you go.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “You'll enjoy us so much, you'll never go back to plain vanilla.”
Panting at the threatened promise, she settled on Adam's belly, his stick shift jutting in front of her curls. She grasped him, tracing his veins with a wet finger. Bryan knelt behind, knees on either side of Adam's thighs. He reached around to part her nether curls while Adam took over her breasts.
“Lift up a bit,” said Bryan and, when she complied, he separated her lips, rubbing his rough fingertips underneath her, forward and back. “You’re wetter than an August thunderstorm,” he whispered into her ear. “Hot and damp. You smell just as good, too.”
Her nostrils flared at their combined scents—her own arousal mixed with the men’s sensual musk. She heard the rattle of a condom package behind her as Bryan covered himself. She flicked the drop of pre-cum off Adam's cock and watched his eyes flare when she sucked her finger into her mouth. The power she had over them inflamed her further.
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Unable to wait, she lifted up and shifted over Adam’s cock. Bryan grasped it below her, guiding her down. The full feeling from the butt plug intensified as Adam’s thick head pressed against her core. She lowered herself, watching Adam’s eyes widen, his nostrils flare.
He reached over and pressed his knuckles against her clit so that it rubbed against his cock as she slid up and down. Bryan reached around to pinch her nipples hard, the slight pain increasing her pleasure.
Adam grabbed her hips and plunged her down. Fully impaled, she gasped at the fullness, a pressure she’d never known but already craved. She rose up, Adam gasping, then thumped down, inhaling as he plunged deep. Fully encasing him, she began a sensuous rhythm, sliding forward and back, rasping her clit against his pubic bone.
Every moment better than the last, sensations piling up until she could almost…
Adam grasped her shoulders and pulled her against his heaving chest, leaving her aching, throbbing for more. She struggled to move, to continue the wonderful friction, but he held her tight, arms embracing.
Her position, legs spread either side of Adam’s hips, presented her bottom to Bryan’s explorations.
“God, you’ve got a beautiful ass. Round white cheeks, nice and full, just begging to be spanked.”
Before she could reply, he smacked her with his open palm, harder than Adam had. She twitched and cried out, but Adam held her tight, murmuring something she didn’t hear. Bryan alternated between left and right, rubbing lightly between each stroke. After the initial sharp jolt she felt heat, which revved her up even more.
She lost count of time, or of what they did with her, teasing her with fingers and tongues.
“Push out the plug,” Bryan whispered.
When she did, the sensation of fullness continued for a second, then relief. She barely heard Bryan’s hissed, ‘she’s ready,’ before
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Adam pulled her snug. Bryan separated her cheeks and something very large pressed against her.
It felt like a knee.
“Push!”
She obeyed, relaxing as Bryan pressed against her rosette, stretched for so long, and forced himself just past her ring. She gasped at the throbbing sting. Adam stroked her back as she panted, exhilarated at her achievement.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “He’s big enough to stretch you, but not too far.”
She was so hot and wet that it didn’t really hurt, the sensation of rich fullness something she’d fantasized about for a long, long time.
She relaxed, allowing her tissues to expand. Every sensation expanded her idea of what sharing her body could mean. So turned on, the line between pain and pleasure wavered.