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“Next size!” Alex raised both her hands to ward them off. “Not happening.”

Jeff and Devon caged her with their bodies, touching and stroking her.

“My cock is a lot bigger than that plug, Alex, and I’m not going to hurt you, honey,” Devon said firmly. “You have to be stretched to take me.”

He then set his shoulder into her midsection and straightened, carting her off toward the hot tub out on the deck. Alex struggled and slapped at his back, immediately ceasing her efforts when he tapped the base of the plug.

The three of them relaxed in the hot tub for the latter part of the morning, Alex floating on her back, then her front, her head supported by one or the other of the men. She felt on cloud nine, reassured by the privacy screening from the neighbours, her men’s gentle touches, and probably the fact that she didn’t have to sit on the end of that stupid pink plug. In truth she became less aware of it, aside from the full feeling. Every now and then either Devon or Jeff would slip a finger up inside her pussy and she felt kind of full, but it was a good kind of stuffed.

Jeff handed Alex off to Devon and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his hips, disappearing into the house. She noted his absence in a blur of relaxation and closed her eyes to doze a little. She opened them at the sound of bottles being cracked open and utensils clattering. Jeff had returned with some beers and a Coke for her, plus a little plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers.

“Jeez, where are the nachos and dip?” complained Devon from his position at her head.

Jeff stared him down. “It won’t kill you to eat healthier, Dev,” he said. “Alex deserves better.”

Alex shut her mouth before she could protest. She loved nachos and dip. But she appreciated how sweet Jeff was being in taking care of her. That feeling was short-lived when she spied another tube of lubricant and a bigger pink plug on the table. She lunged up and lost Devon’s support, her face slipping beneath the water. He hauled her up, sputtering.

“What the hell, Alex?”

“I see that stuff over there, Jeff,” she protested. “Way to spoil a moment.”

Jeff leered at her and then winked. “You can have the new one put in now or after we eat. Your choice.”

“Some choice,” Alex snapped then shrieked as she was yanked out of the tub and carried to the nearby padded bench and draped over Jeff’s knee.

“Okay, okay. I give,” she offered.

Jeff set her on her feet again but held her at her waist and stared up into her eyes. “You had a choice, darlin’. Now kneel on the bench and drop your chest down.”

Alex secretly thrilled to the domination in Jeff’s voice. Things got tasty when he talked like that. The same as when Devon did, though Devon was pushier and expected more. She took her position on the bench, aware of how exposed she was. Devon dripped across to her and sat at her head, lifting it by her hair and cushioning it on his lap. Although his erect penis, velvet over steel, was hardly a cushion. Alex could feel it pulsing against her cheek, and she spontaneously rubbed against it, causing Devon to flinch and catch his breath.

“You’ll become acquainted with my little man in the near future, honey,” he ground out, “but don’t get ahead of yourself or you’ll be in for a surprise.”

“Your little man?” She laughed. “What’s yours called, Jeff?”

Jeff responded by tapping the end of the butt plug then twisting it. Alex jumped, and he ordered her to remain still.

“You’ll learn soon enough what to call my cock, darlin’,”
he said in a dark voice.

Devon mentioned that she might want to remember the punishment list.

Jeff slowly removed the plug, moving it around in a tiny circle and twisting it as he did, listening to Alex whimper and moan.

“Fuck, I felt those vibrations in my lap. Baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” Devon groaned. Jeff caught Devon’s startled look. Neither of them ever let a woman know she was getting to him. They refused to give a woman that kind of power over them, keeping her wondering if she was satisfying them. It had served to keep women at an emotional distance for years. They were finding they didn’t want to keep Alex away, and bless her, she wasn’t even aware of the power she was beginning to wield.

Jeff watched as Alex’s anus slowly closed, so aroused that his cock could have pounded nails. He stopped thinking about Devon’s openness and cursed his own daydream, reaching for the lube. He inserted the nozzle into Alex’s rosebud and squeezed a large amount inside. He had warmed the tube with his hands, and she didn’t flinch. Jeff had moved up an extra size, acknowledging that he was probably being selfish, but he wanted to take this woman with Devon tonight if possible. He salved his conscience by promising himself that if it was too much, he wouldn’t force it into her.

After lubing the bigger plug, Jeff looked to Devon for distraction. He waited while Devon slipped from beneath Alex’s head to kneel beside her and turn her face to his, supporting her with one hand beneath her cheek. He kissed her deeply.

Jeff opened Alex’s anus with judicious use of a finger and quickly replaced it with the plug, smoothing his other hand over the small of her back and the swell of her buttocks, murmuring to her to relax. She stiffened a little then obligingly pushed back, and he slid the plug home. Alex tore her mouth from Devon and thrashed to turn to her side.

“Holy crap, Jeff,” she complained. “That feels like a log. Take it out.”

Devon leaned in to stop her words with another kiss. “Can’t do that, honey. You’ll soon get used to it, and I am just a shade bigger.”

Jeff hid a smile at Devon’s blatant lie, but for sure the next size up would be about right to compare. They had thought about getting an inflatable plug, and maybe they would for anal play. He choked on arousal thinking about how Alex would look and respond in the exam chair. But that would be really pushing her boundaries much too fast.

“C’mon back into the tub, honey, and we’ll feed you,” coaxed Devon, and Alex complied with his suggestion.

* * * *

The hot water served to relax her again and the new plug wasn’t quite as uncomfortable, though she sure knew it was up there. She floated on her back, her head raised on a plastic pillow while the men fed her bits of cheese and fruit, alternating with sips of Coke.

After lunch, Alex was removed from the hot tub and dried off from head to toe. Jeff and Devon paid attention to all her interesting parts with the soft cotton, lifting her to tiptoe in excitement and arousal. But they left her hanging and took her back to the bedroom. She escaped into the bathroom while they were arranging the bed and adjusting blinds, and was able to relieve herself in privacy and a modicum of comfort, though that plug was still making its presence known.

Alex returned to the bedroom to see both men standing next to one another in the middle of the room, shoulder to shoulder. They made an awesome sight with their hardened abdomens and muscled chests and arms. Both were handsome, Jeff in a dark, romantic way and Devon in a more surfer-guy manner. Their cocks were erect and there wasn’t much to choose between them either. Jeff’s curved back toward his belly and Devon’s was straighter, but both were long and thick and glistened at the top in the dim light.

Alex moved toward them, wondering at their silence and also at the black silk in Devon’s hand. She spotted a large pillow on the floor at their feet and wondered at it.

“Kneel in front of us, honey.” Devon’s tone brooked no argument.

Alex sank to her knees with the practice of a million prayers said over the years and looked up at them. Devon reached down and tied a blindfold around her eyes, effectively blinding her.

“We’re going to play another game before nap time, honey.” Jeff’s voice soothed her minor jump of anxiety. “You are going to touch our cocks and rub them against your cheeks and lips and guess whose they are.”

Alex nearly smiled, not a little intrigued and a bit triumphant. She knew their smell and how different each was. Jeff smelled a bit musky with a hint of that citrus shave gel he favoured, and Devon smelled spicy with a piney overtone. No problem, boys. She would win this game. But wait.

“What about the winner?” she asked cautiously.

Devon laughed at her quick intelligence. “We win, honey! If you’re right, we get a blow job. If you’re wrong, you get a spanking and then we get a blow job.”

Alex trembled in arousal. She didn’t know how to do blow jobs, though they would probably be happy to teach her. But she liked what happened with spankings, too, so maybe she would get it wrong on purpose.

She heard the men shuffle in front of her and felt the movement in the air, her other senses preternaturally alert given her blindness. She leaned forward and felt around, her hands closing around a cock. Alex examined it in detail with her fingertips then stroked along either side. It pulsed and jerked in her grasp, and she heard a faint moan above her. She reached higher up and tentatively felt at the base of the cock, feeling the suede-like testicular sac. She impulsively cupped each of the egg-like contents, and her hands were immediately removed.

Alex stared upward blindly. “I thought I was supposed to rub it against my cheeks and lips?”

A strangled laugh sounded, and her hands were grasped and placed back against the hard shaft.

* * * *

Tight with arousal, Devon watched her turn her cheek into his cock to press her soft skin against him and then move to rub it against her lips. He held back another groan and felt Jeff’s body struggling with barely contained mirth. He’d almost lost it when Alex had cupped his balls, and Jeff’s amusement was palpable then. The son of a bitch would soon find out what was what when Alex had a try at him. He gently extricated himself and stepped back. Just looking at the woman kneeling, blindfolded, in front of them pushed his darkest fantasies to the forefront, and he didn’t trust himself to speak.

“Time’s up, Alex,” Jeff advised. “Who?”

“You,” she answered.

“Wrong,” Devon nearly growled. He actually felt hurt that Alex hadn’t know it was him she was touching, and then he saw the tiny smile curve her lips. The little wench. She chose to be wrong deliberately so he’d spank her. Well, bring it on, honey.

Jeff had caught the little smirk, too, for he raised his eyebrows at Devon. Like the well-oiled team they were, he hauled Alex up, pulling her blindfold off as he did so, and laid her across Devon’s lap, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. Devon watched as Jeff stood in front of Alex, winding his fist through her beautiful hair, to thrust his cock at her mouth.

“Open wide, Alex,” Jeff ordered. “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth, and you are going to close those lips around it tightly. Understand?”

Alex got wide-eyed at his tone but nodded and actually licked her lips.

* * * *

Jeff held onto his cock so it didn’t jump right into her.

Jeff pushed into Alex’s mouth and felt her lips close tightly around him as instructed. He thrust experimentally, and her lips clung to him. He stifled a groan and avoided looking at Devon, who would be laughing. Payback. He gave a brusque nod in Devon’s direction.

Devon smoothed his hand over Alex’s ass cheeks and rubbed. “I’m going to give you five spanks, honey, and you are going to keep Jeff’s cock in that mouth of yours without opening it once, are we clear?”

Alex bobbed her head in agreement.

“If you let go, or bite Jeff, we’ll bring you up and not let you go over. And we’ll do that for hours,” he threatened.

Alex nodded again in agreement, this time humming her acquiescence.

“Holy shit, Devon, get on with it,” said Jeff, groaning aloud and trying to time a thrust with the downward sweep of Devon’s hand.

* * * *