“Would you like a taste?” I coo, holding myself open to show my bulging clit. “Of this, or of this?”
With that, I roll my hips forward and up so that the tender drum of my asshole comes into view, and the two men literally growl in their chests, their blue eyes ravenous. I mewl and let out an anticipatory whimper. After all, being with Shane and Stanton satisfies an urge deep inside, and I’ll never be able to get enough.
7
Juniper
I spend another hour or so in the company of Shane and Stanton, and it’s a crazy sixty minutes. The twins have me in every position: forward, backwards, sideways, and even upside down. When they’re done, every single one of my holes is leaking male fluid, and I love it.
“Oh my god,” I breathe, totally spent and worn, lying nude on their couch. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“You did,” Stanton smirks, leaning forward to run a warm washcloth between my thighs. “And then you did the same thing with Shane too.”
I giggle because that’s the beauty of being with two men. They’re literally unstoppable. After one man finishes, the other is ready to take his brother’s place. Fortunately, my holes are always wet and stretched, and as a result, I’m able to satisfy them both over and over again.
But now, I have to get back to my room.
“Bed check is coming up,” I remind them. “And the guys who run this place are very strict when it comes to rules,” I giggle again.
“Nah, it’s all Hester,” Shane grins wickedly. “We’re the easy going ones.”
I shake my head. “Regardless, I better get back, since it’s almost 3 a.m.! Who knows what will happen if the taskmaster realizes I’m not in my room?”
Sighing I stand up and stretch, my body aching deliciously.
“Are you still okay with our arrangement?” It’s Stanton who poses the question, and I can hear the concern in his usually even tone.
In response, I put my hands on either of his planed cheeks and pull that handsome face toward mine. I plant a delicious kiss on his mouth and then do the same with his twin.
“Yes,” I say easily, because it’s true. I wouldn’t change my situation with the two men for anything. Then, Stanton and Shane walk me to the door before patting my butt fondly.
“Get home safe, sweetheart,” Stanton says in a mock growl. “No dilly-dallying.”
I smile at his mock concern. “Sir, yes sir,” I sass back.
He smacks my backside as I sneak out, looking to make sure the path is clear. Of course it is. It’s extremely dark, and the Wyoming night is cool and frosty, the promise of an early winter hanging in the air. I shiver slightly against the cold and begin picking my way quickly across the wide yard toward the girls’ dorm. The windows are black, and fortunately, everything is silent and still.
Quietly, I climb the back stairs that lead toward my bedroom. Oooh, if only the other girls knew what I was doing! It’s so wrong, and even now, I can feel sticky substances dripping from my holes. It’s to be expected because Shane and Stanton came multiple times, using me as their personal receptacle.
But now it’s time to get into bed as quietly and quickly as possible. I tiptoe my way down our semi-dark hallway toward my room. Once inside, I change out of my clothes and slip into comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt. I debate if I should just go to sleep or scroll through my phone for a bit. Part of my body aches for rest, but I’m also jazzed up and excited from my evening with the guys. Sighing deliciously, I decide to forget social media. There will be time enough for that later.
Unfortunately, just as I’ve shut my eyes, a knock sounds on the door. What the hell? It’s super late, so who could that be? But then the knock comes again, and reluctantly, I get out of bed and answer it.
“Hey Karina,” I say, yawning mightily. “Can I help you? It’s late and I was already asleep.”
The blonde girl is standing in my doorway with her arms crossed in front her chest and her face full of judgmental scorn. Her bleached hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, adding even more harshness to an already gaunt face. She’d be pretty if she weren’t so full of malice.
“You weren’t in here a few minutes ago,” she says sharply. Karina has the kind of voice that can be whiny when she needs a favor, but filled with contempt otherwise. “I know because I knocked.”
I look at my fellow student, wondering what on earth has made her so mean and nosy. She’s a few inches taller than me, but as much as she tries to loom over my frame, I know I could easily tackle her thin figure if it came down to a physical fight.