Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Shiloah laughed. “It’s stretch fabric. The skirt lifts off over my head,” she explained.

“I can see we have a lot to learn about women’s clothing,” muttered Goa, lifting her up with her ass off the bed so Stan could pull her skirt up.

“At least these lessons will be fun,” said Stan, tugging slowly and steadily as the skirt rose up past her naked breasts.

Goa settled her back on the bed, then hitched a finger on each side of her panties and drew them down her legs. His gaze was so hot on her skin that Shiloah thought her flesh might ignite. Her pussy creamed in delight, and her belly clenched with need. Then Stan’s hands were on her breasts, gently cupping the globes and smoothing over the nipples—nipples which were suddenly hard and protruding, demanding more attention.

Stan laid her flat and bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it deep then pressed it to the roof of his mouth rolling the little nub with his tongue. Shiloah gasped and clutched his head to her breasts, wanting, needing more.

Then she gasped harder as Goa’s mouth was on her pussy, licking along her slit, running his tongue along her labia, and then sucking her clit into his mouth. He sucked it hard as his fingers slid into her cunt, teasing the walls.

The pressure on her breasts and pussy was so good, like two fires burning her at once. She opened her knees wider, welcoming Goa’s mouth on her cunt, his tongue now deep in her channel, licking the tissues, making her honey flow faster.

Stan licked the undersides of her breasts, tonguing circles and spirals around and around the globes, gradually working his way back to the nipples—nipples that ached for more of his mouth, longed for his touch on them again.

Goa knelt between her thighs, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and held her butt up in the air so he could press his cock at her entrance. He felt so wonderful sliding into her, stretching her tissues, filling her completely with his hot, hard length. As soon as he was fully seated inside her, Goa grasped her hips and said, “Now you, brother.”

Stan straddled her body, also kneeling, but leaning well forward. He rested his cock in the valley between her breasts, pushed her breasts together over his cock, and gently slid up and down.

“Oh yesss,” she murmured. “So good.”

It took Stan and Goa a few strokes to get a rhythm going, but soon they were stroking together, Goa deep into her cunt, Stan up and down between her breasts. Stan’s natural movements were faster, but he slowed them a little, and Goa’s speed was normally more measured, but he relaxed his intensity a little, and the double friction this caused aroused Shiloah instantly. Cream was dripping from her pussy, and sweat forming where the men’s muscular thighs gripped her sides. As she had the previous night, she felt totally possessed, cherished, worshipped, adored.

With one hand, she clutched Stan’s head, and the other she laid over Goa’s hand on her hip. Her own hips rose and fell with the pace they set, cranking the sexual heat inside her up and up. She tried circling her own hips and was rewarded by Goa’s moan and the feeling of his cock dragging along her internal walls. She would have liked to do it again, but she wanted to attempt something that would please Stan next time. So she tugged his head closer to her face and pressed her lips to his forehead.

He, too, moaned, and lifted his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as he thrust his cock up and down between her breasts. His tongue dived into her mouth, mimicking what the two cocks were doing to her body. The extreme carnality of it all made her belly clench, and the orgasm rising inside her start to ripple along her internal muscles.

Desperately, she clenched her cunt muscles tight, gripping Goa’s cock as hard as she could, and sucked on Stan’s tongue as they kissed. The ripples inside her became waves that crashed over her, sending her spasming into an orgasm. Her head dropped back onto the bed as her body tensed in release.

Goa slammed into her deep and hard as his hot cum exploded inside her, the heat of his passion encouraging her orgasm to ripple once more. Then Stan came, his seed spilling onto her breasts, as he let them go so he could hold his cock as it spurted hot and hard onto her skin. Watching him come was so erotic. The long, white, ropey stream pulsing from him onto her body made her cunt clench yet again as her orgasm let forth a few more aftershocks of delight.

They collapsed into a tangled, sweaty, messy heap of arms and legs for a few minutes, all breathing heavily. Then Stan pulled her up saying, “Come on, we really need a shower now.”

The shower was rather crowded with all three of them in it together, but the men made sure the water sprayed Shiloah first, Goa washing her body, carefully cleansing every little crevice and indentation of her, while Stan shampooed her hair, then rinsed it thoroughly.

They climbed out, Goa wrapping a big fluffy towel around her while Stan encased her hair in another towel. “I wonder if there’s a tub at Ugyen’s house or if we could install one. A nice big tub that we could all sit in,” Stan said.

“Chevaunne told me about the huge, deep whirlpool tub in her house. I don’t think you could bring such a thing in these days without all the Green Ridge folk noticing,” said Shiloah.

“I don’t know. We could legitimately be bringing in all our furniture and some farm equipment from wherever we used to live. I wonder what furniture is in the house, what we can buy from him, and what we need to get ourselves,” said Goa.

“Mama and I have all the things we need for our rose business. Although, if we decide to grow roses on the new farm, likely we’ll have to buy some things…”

Stan patted her gently. “Wait and see. We need to see what’s already there, and what we have between us, before we decide what we need to buy. And how to get it there without upsetting the Green Ridge people.”

“Ha. I’ll have to make up a spreadsheet for that,” she joked.

* * * *

They were sitting in The Grandparents’ Garden, Ugyen making intelligent and pertinent remarks about the shrubs when he changed the topic abruptly. “I’m glad you’re moving onto my farm. I should have left it years ago, but something kept me there even though I couldn’t care for the land properly. Now I know I was waiting for you to arrive, Goa and Stan. I have no child, no grandchild, not even a nephew or niece. All I have is now yours. I ask only enough credits to stay here until I die.”

“No, Grandfather, that would not be honorable of us, to take without giving,” said Goa, surprise, joy, and worry racing across his features.

“You called me Grandfather. Such a beautiful word. I shall become your grandfather. Then all will be as tradition dictates, as the seniors help provide for the next generation.”

Goa bowed his head. “We’re honored to have you as our grandfather. Our parents are dead, and we long to have an elder in our family. It shall be as you say.”

“And you shall come and visit the farm when we have it flourishing again. You’ll see the land bloom once again as it did in the past,” promised Shiloah.

A lively conversation developed about various fields and what to plant in them. Shiloah sat back and watched their faces. Her men’s faces were alive and alight with excitement and joy as they planned their future. Grandfather Ugyen’s face was glowing with peaceful serenity as he offered advice to his new family.

* * * *

The next few weeks flew by as the men planned how to treat each field and discussed with Jim, Sam, Paul, and Grandfather Ugyen the most appropriate crops and planting times. Shiloah and Orna talked about the different varieties of roses—which ones were best for soaps, and which for fragrances, and which for ointments—and decided what they’d plant first. They also spent time with Chevaunne, planning the various rooms of the house and where would be the best place for the office.

Each of the above-ground homes was connected to the underground community by means of tunnels. The tunnel from Chevaunne’s house was in the barn. In Ugyen’s, it was from the mudroom, which would make shipping the parcels of rose products much easier as they wouldn’t need to be taken outside at all. No stranger would be aware of the business.

The people of New Thimphu were very aware of the need to hide from outsiders, not just their polyandrous marriage system, but also their comparative wealth. Each above-ground house was left looking very ordinary. With all the brothers sharing a wife, land was not divided, and no younger son was left without means of earning a living. Such stability led to prosperity and in the past people had become jealous of this way of life. That was why the original settlers had built New Thimphu and kept most of it hidden underground. The stories of more recent arrivals, such as what had happened to Orna’s husbands and even the coming of Goa and Songstan, encouraged them to intentionally and deliberately continue maintaining their privacy.

Goa and Stan, along with Jim, were once again visiting Grandfather Ugyen to discuss the farm. Shiloah left them sitting in the courtyard garden and wandered inside to see if Chevaunne, who worked as a nurse in the seniors’ facility, or Anh, whose great grandmother was a resident there, were free to come have a coffee with her.

Honored Grandmother was asleep in a comfy armchair in her room. Anh must have been visiting with her when she dozed off because Anh was standing just outside the doorway talking softly to Tim. Shiloah quietly stepped back out of view. For some time, she’d noticed the way Anh’s gaze and conversation turned to Tim, Barry, and Russell. Russell was a doctor in the hospital adjoined to the seniors’ facility, and he’d been instrumental in the establishment of The Grandparents’ Garden.

Tim, she didn’t really know much about, but the youngest brother, Barry, had a head of flaming red hair and was a teacher in the elementary school. There were few redheads in the community, so Barry stood out. But now, looking at Tim, Shiloah couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was, and how his gaze was fixed on Anh, eating her up with an intense, passionate look.
Hmm, I know she likes them all. I wonder if there’s an abduction and marriage coming up soon in her future. Wow! Three men to fuck. Two is plenty for me! Although Chevaunne is married to three men, of course.

Thinking of Chevaunne reminded her that she’d intended to visit with her, so Shiloah turned back the way she’d come and looked around for her friend.

The Grandparents’ Garden seniors’ facility was built in a hollow square format with just the one passageway that went around in a circle, so the elderly who liked to walk but were too frail or too forgetful to be allowed to go outside could walk around and around the building, never being stopped by closed doors or getting lost and disoriented.

All the residents’ rooms were on the inner side of the hallways with big windows out onto the central garden. The rooms on the windowless outer side were the administration and treatment rooms, including one with a concealed door that led into the hospital, which was the exit. It had a huge mirror on it so that dementia patients would be misled as to its purpose and not try to leave.

Throughout New Thimphu, all concealed exits were opened using a yellow trigger. At Chevaunne’s farm, the door into the tunnel was accessed by pulling on a yellow bucket in the barn. In the Grandparents’ Garden, there was a yellow lever, installed up high enough to be out of reach of small children. At Ugyen’s house it was a yellow-painted knob in the mudroom, presumably originally designed to hang hats and coats on to dry.

Shiloah glanced into all the treatment rooms as she passed but didn’t see Chevaunne.
Oh well,
both my friends are busy. I’ll go sit in the garden with the menfolk some more and think about the varieties of roses I plan to plant on the farm.
So far, she and Orna had thought six rows of bushes, each row a different color, so the scents would blend as the plants grew, would be good.

“Hey, Shiloah!”

Shiloah turned with a smile. Kiri’s voice was unmistakable. She always seemed to be about to break into a giggle—assuming she wasn’t giggling already. Kiri was a tall, solid, physically strong woman, and definitely not the fluffy airhead casual observers assumed her to be due to the giggling. Kiri had been in love with George and Wang, who owned and operated the above-ground store in Green Ridge, and also acted as facilitators for the shipping of goods in and out of New Thimphu, for several years now. While George, the older brother, seemed to view her with appreciation, Wang was reserved and kept his distance. Both Shiloah and Chevaunne had wondered if it was because he’d never gotten close enough to her to understand the sharp and astute mind hidden behind the giggles. All the brothers had to agree on a bride before Father Yeshe would sanction an abduction and wedding, so a happy ending to her love seemed to be out of reach for Kiri.

“Hey, girlfriend. What’re you doing here down today?”

“Grandfather Lim’s new false teeth were ready so I thought I’d drop them in for him. Poor old man has been reduced to eating mashed food for a week since he broke his old set. I thought he’d like to have them in time for lunch so he could have a decent meal again.”