“I don’t know what to do,” Janelle confessed. “I want you both to have me, to fill me up and teach me but I’m not sure how…”
Andar gripped her hips, already guiding her. “Leave that to us. We can show you how.” His hands maneuvered her forward until she was on her knees, balancing herself with a hand on either side of his broad chest. His cock was still buried deep inside of her. She could feel the erotic pulsing of it every few seconds.
Janelle blushed when she realized how intimately she was exposed, her bottom in the air. She couldn’t have known how sexy it was to Maslar, who was standing directly behind her.
The bed dipped as Maslar got on. He positioned himself behind her, running a hand down her back, caressing her rounded bottom.
“You are so perfectly made, Janelle. You have a body that was made for giving and receiving pleasure.”
“Do I?” Janelle stammered, flushing at the compliment.
“You do. You are exquisite.”
Maslar’s hand traced her bottom and then he delved between her legs to her moist sex. Janelle froze, feeling his fingers caress her opening. She was soaking wet, her juices spilling down her thighs. He coated his index finger in her musk and then his hand traveled up her bottom again. She froze when he parted her, rubbing his finger gently against the unexplored pucker.
“Oh,” she breathed out, tensing.
“Relax against me, Janelle. I would never hurt you. If you want me to stop at any time, I can. I am going to insert my finger, just the tip, so you can get used to the sensation of having something there. Only when you feel ready will we continue.”
Janelle relaxed, breathing deeply. She leaned forward into Andar, her face hovering above his. He reached up and brought her mouth to his, kissing her passionately as Maslar stroked her rosebud, circling it gently, wetting her with her own juices before he slipped his finger inside.
She gasped against Andar’s lips. The feeling was so different, so strange.
“Is that all right, Janelle?”
“Yes,” she whispered, breaking the kiss.
She couldn’t quite describe the feeling of having Maslar touch her there. It was like every single sensation, including the feel of Andar’s cock still hard and aching inside of her sex was magnified. His finger throbbed there, creating an ache that was sharp and delicious. She found herself wanting more, needing more and he silently obliged. He gently moved his finger, pushing in a little more and she gasped. A strange hunger gnawed at her insides. She squirmed against his touch, opening herself up to take more of him. He filled her with his finger, thrusting in a gentle motion as she bore down against him. She strained against Andar’s cock inside of her as a fresh ache and a molten white hunger ate away at her.
“I want you to fill me now,” Janelle said huskily, leaning back into Maslar’s touch. “I want all of you. I can’t wait any longer.”
Maslar groaned and Andar growled hungrily. Janelle knew their hunger was as great for her as hers was for them.
Withdrawing his finger, Maslar palmed his cock. He ran his hand over and down his shaft, smearing his liquid arousal, lubricating the entire length of himself. Janelle turned her head to the side and watched it all, her hunger for him only growing as she watched him stroke his hard length.
When he was slick and straining in his own hand, Maslar moved behind her. Janelle felt the soft touch of his hand on her bottom and then his cockhead was pressing against her rosebud. He was so thick, so much thicker than his finger had been.
She cried out when he parted her, slipping in just a fraction. Maslar froze, waiting.
“It’s all right,” Janelle whispered. “Please don’t stop. It feels so painful but it’s a good pain. It burns but it’s like the fire is consuming me and I never want it to end.”
Andar’s hand went to her hips, supporting her, but he remained perfectly still otherwise. Maslar continued to slide into her, stretching her painfully and amazingly with his huge cock, filling her achingly full.
“Yes,” Janelle moaned, bearing down on both of their cocks. This was what she had always wanted and never known she needed. The affection of two lovers, their three bodies fitted together in perfection, each bringing the other divine pleasure.
Maslar slid in another inch and another. The burn was so raw, the friction building inside of her made Janelle dizzy. And then Andar moved inside of her. He started to thrust and Maslar, almost buried to the hilt inside of her, started to move as well, matching Andar’s pace.
The movements of their cocks at the same time drove Janelle wild. The sensations were so different, so incredibly heightened. The burn grew as their movements intensified, their thrusting harder, entering her and filling her even deeper than before.
Janelle was so lost. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away with the rough thrusts. Her skin grew sweaty, her body bearing down and riding the waves of pleasure, rocking with every movement.
“Harder,” she begged. “Don’t stop… Give me more…”
The pain and pressure and fiery pleasure bloomed inside of her but she couldn’t reach her pinnacle. She felt herself climbing, but it seemed endless, like she was never going to get to the top.
She writhed against Andar and Maslar and they supported her with strong arms as they rammed into her, pumping her full with every long, hot stroke. Maslar pumped her rapidly from the back and Andar pulled out of her sex almost all the way before filling her again.
“Come for us, darling,” Maslar urged. “Come apart, Janelle.”
Andar’s bands found her breasts and pinched her nipples painfully. The pressure of their cocks plunging in and out of her body, the thrill of Andar’s pained movements against her sensitive nipples sent her careening over the edge, and the release was overwhelming.
She cried out sharply, the orgasm taking full hold and not releasing her. She screamed her pleasure as Maslar and Andar fucked her hard, continuing their brutally delicious onslaught.
Just when she felt she was coming down from her climax, another wave took her. Wave after wave shook her, her cries seeming to echo through the room forever. She bucked against the strong bodies, their cocks taking her to heaven and back down before reaching the clouds again.
She came over and over. Her juices soaked her thighs. She bucked against Maslar and Andar, driving them wild until their own climaxes took hold. They filled her body as they orgasmed within seconds of each other. She felt the hot bursts of their seed in both of her passages. Their seed was like a balm to her heated, swollen flesh.
When Maslar pulled out and dropped to the bed beside her, his chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths, Janelle felt strangely empty. Andar pulled out as well. He lifted her easily from his cock and set her on her knees gently between the two of them. She glanced at both of them and wondered how on Earth their cocks could still be hard.
The smell of their sex, the musk of their bodies, their delicious, deep male aroma filling the air around them only served to start the deep-seated ache inside of her again. She wondered how she could still feel such desperate need when she’d orgasmed so many times.
Between her legs, a hot rush of her juices mixed with their seed trickled down her thigh. Janelle reached down and dipped her finger in it, bringing it to her mouth to taste. She closed her eyes, sighing as she swallowed the delicious mixture of their pleasure down her throat.
“Janelle…” Maslar groaned as Andar made a similar strangled noise in his throat.
“I want you both again,” Janelle panted. “I need you both. Show me more. I have this ache that only you can fill.”
Maslar’s face grew tender. “It’s our seed Janelle. It’s an aphrodisiac to humans. The more you get, the more you crave. Come, your body will be too sore right away. Let us go down to the river not far from here. There is a cave where we will not be seen by others. We can bathe in the hot springs.”
“The water will replenish your body,” Ander joined in softly. “And then, my dear, we will give you what you need.”