Epilogue #2
“Okay,” she said, putting her right foot up first, then her left, but her left foot hit something other than mattress.
“Ow,” Knox said.
“Shit, sorry.” She craned her neck to see behind her. “Did I step on you?”
“Just my thigh,” he told her and guided her foot to the outside of his leg.
“Steady?” Jesse asked.
“I guess so,” she answered, not understanding the logistics of what was happening. If Jesse was going in her pussy and Knox in her ass, shouldn’t Jesse lie down so she could get on top of him?
“Okay, good. Now, hang onto my neck, and squat down.”
“Squat down?” she repeated, confused then Knox grabbed her hips from behind and she realized what he’d meant by differently. “Oh!”
“Easy, baby,” Jesse murmured, hands sure on her waist, Knox’s firm on her hips. “We’ve got you.”
“This feels really weird,” she confessed, inching down. “Like I’m going to fall.”
“We won’t let you.” Knox’s voice was steady, his breath warm against her back. “Bend your knees, love, or you’re going to sit on my chest.”
“Sorry,” she said and managed to unlock her knees enough to bend them. They lowered her slowly down—and good thing, because her trembling legs would’ve given right out—until the blunt, wet head of Knox’s dick brushed her now spread ass cheeks.
“Hang on a sec, Jesse,” Knox said, shifting one of his hands from her hip. “Let me get lined up.”
“I’ve got her,” Jesse said, smiling into Chloe’s eyes. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”
“I’m good.” She licked her lips, watching his eyes follow the motion. “Nervous.”
“Scared nervous or excited nervous?”
“Excited,” she said, and it was true. Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed. And her asshole, with Knox’s dick now nestled right up against it, pulsed in anticipation.
“Okay,” Knox said. “I’m set.”
“Ready?” Jesse asked.
She nodded.
“Deep breath,” Jesse reminded her, and with her arms wrapped tight around his neck, eased her down.
Knox slid into her ass, the lube and Jesse’s fingers having eased the way. He was thicker than she remembered, always thicker than she remembered, sucking the breath out of her lungs and seizing her muscles as she fought the instinct to wrench free even as her pussy wept and her clit pulsed.
“Easy, love,” Knox murmured in her ear, his hand sliding across her stomach to grip the opposite hip, his other hand no doubt still holding his dick in place. “Hold her there, Jess, let her adjust.”
“I’ve got her,” Jesse repeated, his eyes on hers, still smiling while she panted and puffed through the riot of sensation. “She’s doing great.”
“How…would you know?” she gasped, a little annoyed that he thought he could read her so well.
“Because I can see your pussy, baby,” he told her, his voice dropping an intimate octave. “And you’re not gonna need extra lube.”
“Use it anyway,” she said and wiggled on Knox’s dick.
“Fuck, she’s squeezing me,” Knox groaned.
“Told you she was doing great,” Jesse said with a laugh. “Gonna keep going, okay, baby?”
She didn’t have any breath to answer him so she just nodded, burying her face in his neck while she slid down, stopping twice more to breathe, just breathe, until her buttocks were nestled in Knox’s groin and his dick was all the way up her ass and she was having her first orgasm.
“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot,” Jesse groaned, watching, one hand wrapped around his dick as he watched her wriggle and writhe on top of Knox. “I can see her pussy fluttering, like it’s trying to suck on something.”
“Is that right, love?” Knox asked, his arms wrapped around her waist and his dick flexing in her ass while the spasms, the pleasure, went on and on. “You want something in that lonely pussy?”
She honestly didn’t know. She already felt like every inch of her was packed full of dick, and though her pussy wanted something, she wasn’t sure it was more inches.
“Yeah, she does,” Jesse rumbled and the click of plastic made her look up.
They’d all been tested, and she was comfortable relying on her IUD for birth control, so his dick was bare, the lube making it shiny and slick, obscene art, and suddenly all she wanted in the world was both of them inside her.
So she spread her legs, already draped over Knox’s thighs, as wide as they could go, propping her heels Knox’s legs to get her knees higher, so he could see everything, her pussy and Knox’s dick in her ass and Knox’s balls hanging between his spread legs.
“Oh, she really fucking does,” Jesse said, gripping his dick so hard his knuckles, shiny with lube, turned white. “Please tell me you’re ready for me, baby.”
“I’m ready,” Knox groaned beneath her.
“Other baby,” Jesse said and Chloe laughed.
“I’m ready.” Her voice was breathless and her heart was pounding in her ears and she had no idea if she could do this or not, but they were about to find out. “Please.”
“Knox, lie back,” Jesse instructed, and Knox did, sprawling out on his back on the bed and taking her with him so she was draped across his chest. He shifted in her ass, tugging and sliding against sensitive nerves, and the movement set off a fresh wave of spasms.
“Jesus, I will never get tired of seeing that,” Jesse said and climbed on the bed, dick in hand, to kneel between Knox’s legs.
Chloe grabbed for the hand Knox had on her belly, wanting the anchor. He spread his fingers, letting her twine hers with them. “Come feel it,” she invited Jesse, and hung on.
They all held their breath when he nudged her pussy and slipped the first few millimeters inside her. And it felt good, not too much at all, so she nodded, letting her knees fall apart in encouragement. But then he pushed a little more, and a little more, and oh, my holy God.
“Holy shit,” she choked, digging her nails into Knox’s hand. “Wait, stop. Stop.”
“I’m stopped,” Jesse promised, sweat dripping off his forehead, trembling with the effort to hold himself still. “I’m stopped. I won’t go any further, I swear. Fuck, you’re strangling my dick.”
“And mine,” Knox said, his voice strained, clinging to Chloe’s hand as hard as she was to his. “Chloe, you’re okay?”
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” she chanted, not sure if it was true or if she just wanted it to be true. God, she was so full! Stretched and spread and fucking speared with dick, so much dick. “How is there this much dick?”
Knox laughed, making her bounce on his chest. “There’s no more than usual.”
“No, there is,” she argued. “I’d swear, you both just got so much bigger.”
“There’s not as much room as usual,” Jesse told her. He was gripping her thighs so tight there were going to be bruises, but really, that was the least of her problems.
“No shit. God, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Take your time, breathe,” Knox urged.
“I am breathing,” she informed him tartly and Jesse laughed. And slid forward another inch. “Oh!”
“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry,” Jesse said, panic flaring in his eyes.
“No, it’s good,” she realized. She didn’t hurt, didn’t feel as overwhelmed as she had a few moments ago.
Either snarking at Knox had distracted her enough to relax, or she was getting used to being packed full of dick.
Experimenting, she wiggled her hips, and a bright flare of pleasure—pure pleasure, no pain or discomfort—shot through her.
“Oh fuck, don’t do that,” Jesse moaned, and Knox’s echoing groan sounded in her ear. “I’m dying here.”
“No dying,” she told him. “Go deeper.”
His eyes popped wide. “Yeah?”
“Slowly,” she cautioned. “But yeah.”
“Okay.” Biting his lip, he inched forward. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” It felt good—really good. “Keep going.”
He did, pausing every few seconds to check in, make sure she was still doing okay. And when he was all the way in, his balls nestled against the base of Knox’s dick in her ass, all three of them groaned.
“I’m going to die if someone doesn’t move soon,” Knox groaned.
“Me, too, but I can’t move,” Chloe complained. “I’m like, double impaled, here.”
“It’s on you, Jesse,” Knox said.
Jesse, his eyes closed and his fingers digging holes in Chloe’s thighs, didn’t answer. But his lips were moving.
“Jesse?” Chloe asked.
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m reciting the preamble to the Constitution.”
Knox cursed, and despite her desperate need to come—or maybe because of it—Chloe frowned. “Why?”
“I’m distracting myself so I don’t come too fast. Your pussy is really fucking tight.”
“Okay, but I’d really like to come,” Chloe said and tried a little hip wiggle. His hands tightened on her thighs. “I think Knox would too.”
“I really fucking would,” Knox confirmed hoarsely. “Jess, you’ve got to move.”
Jesse opened his eyes. “It’s okay?”
“It’s okay,” Chloe assured him. “Just go slow at first, okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed and pulled out.
It felt fucking amazing, all that thick dick sliding out of her slow and slick while the other thick dick stayed where it was, keeping her full and stretched and stimulated. Then he pushed back in, and she was full again and that felt even better.
“It’s good?” Jesse asked, panting.
She couldn’t talk so she just nodded, bobbing her head so hard she nearly gave herself whiplash, and he did it again, a little faster, a little harder.
“Again,” she choked, light starting to spark at the edge of her vision. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
“’Kay,” he said, and he kept going and didn’t stop.
The orgasm rolled over her like a freight train, slow and heavy and absolutely inexorable, and all she could do was lie there and feel it. Waves of pleasure so thick she felt battered, jolts so sharp they were like stabs, and it just kept rolling.
Under her Knox went taut, his hand clenching on hers, and the swelling and stiffening of his dick in her ass and the knowledge that he was coming set off another long, slow roll.
She felt Jesse speed up, the Constitution forgotten in the race for pleasure, then he was jerking and shouting, the splash of his release inside her wringing one last spasm out of her exhausted body.