No Place Like Home (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

She obliged and watched as Jackson left the room and came back with a wet washcloth. Very carefully, he washed the rest of the cum off her face and her body while Markus went over the nightstand and pulled out some items. She could see lube and a round egg-shaped vibrator. Then he went to the next drawer and pulled out restraints and a blindfold, and then she couldn’t see any more as the put the blindfold over her eyes. They stretched her arms and legs out, attaching the restraints to her ankles and wrists before attaching them to the bed posts. She felt a hand between her legs pushing something at her entrance. She was so wet that the little egg slid in easily.

They watched her as she waited, unsure of what they had inserted inside her and what they were planning next. Finally, Markus could wait no longer and hit the remote control. The egg started vibrating softly. They stood over her, watching her writhe with pleasure as the little toy moved inside her.

They looked down and then at each other.

“How’d we get so lucky, Markus?” asked Jackson, marveling at their luck that such an amazing woman wanted them.

Markus nodded. “Time to seal the deal by taking her together for the first time.”

They got on the bed beside her, their hands playing lightly over her body. They skimmed her pussy, tugged on her nipples, but didn’t slow down and didn’t provide much contact. She moaned.

Then one of them, Markus, she knew it was Markus, kissed her. He kissed her slowly and deeply and reverently, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, mimicking the act to come. Then he moved, and Jackson took his place, his kiss harder and more demanding.

Then they both moved down her body, massaging her breasts, kissing them, sucking on her nipples, teasing her until she was writhing against the bonds that held her. “Damn it, I need you both inside me now. Please.”

It seemed that’s what they were waiting for. Quickly they undid her bonds, removed the blindfold and turned off, but didn’t remove the egg. Flipping her over, they set her on her knees, pushing her head down on the pillow, her face turned to the left so Markus could watch her expression as his brother took her ass for the first time.

First he lubed her up carefully, using one and then two fingers to stretch her. Then he pressed his lubed cock to her opening, slowly and carefully pushing in to her. “Breath, Cassie. Breath and push back and take my brother’s cock up your ass. You can’t imagine how hot it is for me to see his cock disappear up your ass knowing that in a few minutes he’s going to flip you over and I’m going to fuck your pussy.” His explicit words turned her on more than she could say. She just groaned at the thought of taking both of them.

And then she saw the wicked grin on Markus’s face as he lifted up the remote and turned on the egg in her pussy just as Jackson surged into her, balls deep. She screamed as an unexpected orgasm shot through her and then screamed again as Markus squirmed his hand under her body, rubbing her clit as his brother reamed her ass.

Suddenly Jackson stopped and took a breath. “I’m going to come soon, Brother. You’d better get inside her quick. Help me turn her.”

Together they gripped Cassie as Jackson rolled over, his cock still inside her. When they stopped moving, she moaned as, in this position, his cock moved up even deeper inside her.

Markus carefully removed the little egg and grinned at her. “I like this little guy. I think next time we go to dinner we’ll make you wear it and the vibrating butt plug. We’ll each take a remote and torture you all through dinner. But for now...”

He made eye contact with her as he lubed his cock. His brother’s legs were dangling off the end of the bed. Jackson then grabbed Cassie’s thighs and, pulling them back and apart, exposed her pussy fully to his brother. Markus couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and licked her. She groaned and tightened on Jackson’s cock.

“Eat pussy later, Mark. Fuck pussy now. I can’t last much longer.”

Markus positioned himself between their legs, his cock harder than it had ever felt. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in slowly. With a cock up her ass, her pussy was so damned tight he thought he might shoot his load before he made it all the way in.

“Oh god, oh god,” moaned Cassie. “You aren’t going to fit.”

“You keep saying that, but I fit in your ass, and I’m going to fit in your pussy. Just a little more now.” He kept pushing and pushing until he was buried to the hilt. She moaned and tried to move but they kept her still for a moment, enjoying the sensation and then Markus started pulling out. Jackson held her hips, and when Markus surged back in, he pulled out. Back and forth they alternated, pistoning inside her until she spiraled into what felt like one long, continuous orgasm. And when she came and clamped down on their cocks, they both surged inside her together once more and came, shouting “Ours” in her ears. She could feel their hot cum shooting up inside her, marking her.

“And you both are mine.”

She expected them to pull out, but they didn’t. Jackson reached around and massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling on them. Markus reached between their bodies to pinch and rub her clit. Soon they had her moaning again as an orgasm started rising again. She could feel them growing hard again inside, her and it turned her on even more than their touch if that was possible. Soon, Markus was pounding into her again, each stroke inside moving her up off Jackson’s cock who, keeping a firm grip on her hips, then pulled her back down on Jackson’s cock when he stroked back. In and out, in and out. This time they seemed to go on forever. Cassie’s head lolled back as she just let the feeling wash over her. It felt like one continuous orgasm rolling through her, like her bones melted, like the three of them were now physically joined and she didn’t know how she could be parted from them.

Finally they roared their completion, flooding her again with their cum. This time they both pulled gently out of her. Markus hugged her to him while Jackson went to the bathroom to clean up and run a nice hot bath. When it was ready, he called to his brother who picked up their woman and carried her into the bathroom. She was so tired out that she barely took in the luxurious surroundings before she felt herself being lowered into the gigantic tub, sitting between her men.

She smiled. For the first time in years, she felt content. She had a job she loved. She was with the men she loved. She was home.

Six Weeks Later

Cassie stood at the bottom of the stairs, yelling.

“Breakfast is almost ready. You have five minutes to get down here. And remember to wear an old pair of shorts and T-shirt. Gardening is grubby work.”

She walking into the kitchen, humming to herself. It was a very important day. She’d been more or less living with her men for the past six weeks, but she wanted her with them full-time and she wanted it, too. She’d given them one condition. She wanted to redo the front garden. They’d very quickly agreed, even when she warned them she expected free manual labor from them.

She smiled to herself. She didn’t think they really understood just how manual the labor was or how much she expected.

The kitchen door swung open, and Jackson, quickly followed by Markus, entered, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek before taking their seats.

Cassie chuckled. She wasn’t very domestic, and they were going to enjoy the home-cooked breakfast she’d promised them.

She quickly loaded up the plates. She’d made bacon and eggs and sausage and home fries and toast and even hot cakes. She put their plates in front of them, poured some coffee and orange juice and served that, too. Finally, she’d loaded up her own plate, not quite as full as the others, but pretty substantial.

Her men were munching away in silence, eating like they’d gone hungry for a week. Then she saw by Markus’s expression that something concerned him.

“Cass, honey,” he began tentatively. “You’ve made enough food for half a dozen truck drivers.” His voice trailed off.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day” she said brightly.

Now Jackson was suspicious, too. “This is a week’s worth of breakfasts. Just how much labor will we be doing?”

Cassie smiled brightly.

“I tried to show you both the plans, but you weren’t interested. You both just kept saying, ‘Whatever you want, honey,’ and what I want is a new flower garden out front.”

“So what’s the big deal? We’ll plant a few flowers. Maybe a rose bush or two...” Seeing the look on Cassie’s face, Markus wisely stopped speaking.

“I’m a professional landscape gardener. My home is an advertisement. The front yard can’t just have a few flowers. It has to be spectacular. But don’t worry, we don’t have to do it all at once. Today, we are just going to dig up the borders and get rid of that nasty sandy stuff and replace with rich growing soil. We’ll put in the main bushes and a few annuals to give it some color.

“Next year, we’ll get an early start and really make it spectacular. We can do the backyard at the same time.”

“What’s wrong with the back yard?”

“The trees are nice, but no flowers, no vegetable garden, and no clear area where,
in a few years
, we can add a swing set and maybe a sand box.”

The two men surged to their feet. Jackson swept her up and into his arms. Markus came around the table and hugged her from behind.

“You want to have babies with us?”

“Not right away. Maybe a couple of years down the road, I wouldn’t mind two or maybe three. We’ll see. We’ll have to get married first, of course. And even before that, we have to live together, but that’s not happening until I get my garden.”

The men beamed.

“Let’s get started on some baby-making practice!” declared Markus.

Cassie laughed and slipped out of their arms.

“We’ve already had plenty of practice, but the weather isn’t going to hold. There is rain coming, and we may not have another opportunity to do this for a few weeks.

“So, until after the border is dug and the rest of my garden chore list done, no more baby-making practice. Which means, the sooner you start, the sooner we can hop in the shower and…” Her voice trailed off as the men took off out of the kitchen toward the front door.

She smiled. Life really was good. There really was no place like home.

THE END

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Diane Leyne lives in Ontario. Two of her great passions are photography and reading. Diane devours all types of books from thrillers to erotica. After years of saying, “I think I could do that”, she did, and the result is
No Place Like Home.

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