CHAPTER 13

Sitting on the couch groaning in contentment after stuffing ourselves with our favorite dinner, we tried to watch a movie but found ourselves talking instead. The movie droned on in the background as we chatted about what we wanted to do the following day.

"There's Lady Bird Johnson Grove we should visit. Also, there's Trillium Falls Trail... " Vince offered.

"What about Klamath? We drove through it and didn't get to stop and check it out. We can also check out Crescent City. We skipped through there pretty quick. I'd like to see the lighthouses up there." I offered, hoping to be able to walk around the town a little bit. "Maybe even go shopping, too. We're getting kind of low on a few things in the pantry so maybe a grocery run is in order as well."

With the next two days scheduled, we found ourselves staring at one another, with nothing to say. I could see they weren't ready for bed as it was only 2000, but I stood and headed for the bathroom, intending on taking my shower.

"I'm getting a shower, I'll let you two make moon eyes at each other while I'm busy." The bathroom door clicked shut behind me. I failed to bring in my pajamas but figured I could dress quickly when I got out.

Once I had scrubbed, buffed, shaved and made my entire body presentable to modern society, I rinsed off quickly and wrapped my towel around my body, shivering at the cold temperature outside the muggy and warm confines of the bathroom.

I froze in my tracks as soon as I exited the bathroom. Vince was staring at me like a hungry wolf. His eyes pinning me in place as I stood there, wrapped in my teeny, tiny towel. I glanced behind him to see Evan laid out on my pull-out bed, earplugs in place, eyes shut, breathing softly, and already asleep.

"Mama, it's just you and me tonight." He grinned wickedly, drawing his shirt over his head as he slowly stalked toward me. Stepping backwards, I began to work my way into the bedroom, absolutely sure about what Vince wanted from me. I sat down hard on the end of the bed after backing into it, eyes wide, still clutching the towel around my body.

"Uh..." I had no words, as he first worked his boots and socks off his feet before dropping his jeans, revealing the cute pair of bright pink cotton boxers underneath. My head tilted to the side; confusion filled my eyes. "Are those the one's Ella left for you?"

He glanced down to the single piece of clothing he sported as he closed the space between the two of us, his warm hands helping me to stand before him. "I thought you'd get a kick out of them. Though I don't think I'll be wearing them for very long. Do you?"

"No. They should come off pretty soon. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable." I teased, working a finger into the waistband. Looking over my shoulder at Evan asleep on the other bed, "Is this, okay? I mean, he's okay with this?"

Vince leaned down, his lips caressing the top of my shoulder before he began to nibble at the juncture of my neck, causing my knees to go weak. "Princess, this was both our idea. Now, are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to let me make love to you?" I groaned as he worried my earlobe between his teeth, causing a flush of heat to work itself over my entire body.

"Vince..." My breathy moan was silenced as his lips met mine in an intense kiss that made me forget everything around me. My hands slid up his chest, around his neck, dropping the forgotten towel to the floor leaving my body open to the cool night air. Feeling the goosebumps rise along my body, Vince pulled back enough to draw the bedding back, allowing us to slide under the covers.

"I love you, Stephanie. Let me show you how much I love you." Vince wrapping his arms around me as we laid side by side. He teased tender kisses on the tip of my nose, along my cheeks and the corners of my lips before plundering the depths of my mouth. Our tongues slid, twisted and moved in a languid sinuous dance, causing other parts of my body to begin to hum in anticipation. The gentle raking of fingernails on the back of my neck caused a body wide shiver, making my nipples pebble, my center to throb and my breath to catch. It was one of the most sensual things I had ever experienced.

Rolling me onto my back, Vince's knees straddled my hips, his tongue tracing the hollow of my throat, garnering a low moan from between my lips. Working his way down my chest, hot breathy kisses made their way down to the valley between my breasts. Nuzzling his face between the two mounds made my already melted insides, melt even more as I could hear faint murmurs in Italian.

"Principessa. Voglio mostrarti quanto ti amo. Voglio possederti. Voglio farti innamorare perdutamente di me. Voglio fare l'amore con te. Voglio che tu veda che non voglio vivere senza di te. Non posso vivere senza di te. Tu sei la ragione per cui vivo. Il motivo per cui respiro. Il motivo per cui il mio cuore batte. Batte solo per te." (Princess. I want to show you how much I love you. I want to possess you. I want to make you fall madly in love with me. I want to make love to you. I want you to see I don't want to live without you. I can't live without you. You are the reason I live. The reason I breathe. The reason my heart beats. It beats only for you.)

My arms wound around his neck holding him impossibly close as tears rolled down my cheeks. No one had ever spoken words like that to me in my entire life. They had been the scariest yet, the most romantic things anyone had ever said.

"Vince, queste sono le parole più romantiche mai pronunciate. Fanno male al mio corpo per te. Fanno desiderare al mio cuore di te. Voglio il tuo corpo. Voglio il tuo cuore. Voglio il tuo amore. Fammi tuo." (Vince, those are the most romantic words ever spoken. They make my body ache for you. They make my heart yearn for you. I want your body. I want your heart. I want your love. Make me yours.)

His warm, wet tongue found a budded peak, curling around, causing a jolt of electricity to skitter along my skin. Sucking the bud into his mouth caused both a small whimper to escape my lips and a small gush of moisture to gather between my legs. Switching to the neglected breast, Vince worked a hand down my body, stroking and kneading it's way south.

A large flat fingertip worked its way in between my lower lips, finding it wet and slippery as he teethed the second nipple gently, giving my body a jolt. His low and devious chuff revealed his pleasure at his discovery of my reaction to his ministrations. His fingertip began to delve deeper, parting the lips further. Searching, seeking. As soon as it found my clit, his touch turned almost feather light, circling the button ever so softly. I mewled in response, moving my hips trying to increase the pressure of his touch.

Vince withdrew his finger, bringing it to his lips. His tongue reaching out to taste the evidence that I was more than ready for him. A low growl rumbled deep from within his chest, causing shivers of delight from all parts of my body to move straight to my doodah. A fresh and particularly large gush of wetness seeped out of my southern lady parts, clearly ready for him NOW.

"I need you." My mewls of desperation, quiet and barely audible.

"I know, Princess. I know." He carefully divested himself of the bright pink boxers, dropping them off the side of the bed. He worked himself onto his stomach, face nestled between my thighs, eye level with my center. A slow grin spread across his face at the sight of the moisture awaiting him.

"Le tue gocce di rugiada mi dicono che sei pronto per me. Sei pronta per me, Principessa? Voglio fare l'amore con te. Voglio farti urlare il mio nome. Voglio farti venire disfatto sotto di me. Voglio essere io a mettere il cielo nei vostri occhi. Ma prima, ho bisogno di assaggiarti. Ho bisogno di farti venire disfatto sulla mia lingua. Per prepararti per il mio cazzo. Sei pronta mia Principessa?" (Your dewdrops tell me you are ready for me. Are you ready for me, Princess? I want to make love to you. I want to make you scream my name. I want to make you come undone under me. I want to be the one to put heaven in your eyes. But first, I need to taste you. I need to make you come undone on my tongue. To make you ready for my cock. Are you ready my Princess?)

"Yesss." The long-drawn-out hiss was all he needed.

The feeling of his tongue ever so slowly making its way up from my slit to my button, made me nearly cry. It was so intense. So sensual. It felt so damn good. It was as if my body had been waiting for this it's entire lifetime. Now that it was happening, I never wanted it to end. Little laps at my center made me squirm as another flush of wetness flooded his mouth.

A long muscular finger worked its way inside my quivering cavern, seemingly finding all the right spots as it slid in and out. Curling the digit, Vince found my G-spot quickly and began to tease and caress it as he lapped at my pearl, causing me to lose the hold on my sanity. My arms flailed about, grasping at anything within reach for purchase. Feeling the pressure mounting as he continued his ministrations with his tongue, I fought against allowing myself to let go. I was determined to feel this way for as long as humanly possible.

"Principessa, liberare. Lasciati andare. Ti amo." (Princess, let go. Let yourself go. I love you.) His fingertip brushed up against my G-spot hard as he placed his other hand over my pubic area and push down firmly. Stars exploded in front of my eyes, my hearing left me and I sucked in a massive gulp of air as I quickly fell over the edge. I know I screamed Vince's name and drenched his hand. His tongue and mouth refused to stop despite the fact that my juices were all over his face, his shoulders, chest and hair. The most incredible feeling overtook my body, blocking out all else, as my vision faded to black, and I passed out.

I awoke a few moments later to a smug looking Vince, stroking my body as I lay beside him. He dropped a sweet tender kiss to my lips, "Hi. Welcome back."

"What happened?" I asked, my hand coming to my forehead in confusion.

"You passed out on me. Guess it was a little too much for you." His self-satisfying smirk had me rolling my eyes.

"You're a little too much, you know that?" I teased, rolling over and pushing him to his back. Getting up onto my knees, I could see that despite the time that had passed from when I was unconscious, it had in fact not affected his clearly huge erection. My fingernails gently scratched their way from the nape of his neck down to his chest, around his nipples and further south. Down every ridge and furrow of his impressive six pack abs, causing his muscles to twitch in response. Until I ran my fingers through his dark pubic hair at the base of his massive dick, garnering a dark moan from him.

Unable to stop myself, I lurched forward capturing his lips with mine. The fact I could taste myself on him, turned me on even further. My legs found themselves straddling his lap, his massive member bumping against my clit as I rubbed myself along his huge shaft. Our lips and tongues moved against one another as I rose, positioned him at my entrance and sank down onto his impressive shaft, slowly impaling myself to the hilt. The feeling of being split in two came to mind as I screamed, "Santa Madre di Dio!" (Holy mother of God!)

Of its own volition, my head threw itself back, bending my body backwards, jutting my breasts into Vince's face. Not one to waste an opportunity, he began to lave them with his tongue, causing my internal muscles to fiercely clench his cock in response. Finding myself again after a few moments, I began to rise and fall on his turgid shaft, clamping my muscles as best I could. I refused to sit completely up as his tip was rubbing my G-spot and I was so damn close to losing my shit. I leaned back further, riding him as best I could when Vince shifted his arms, grasping me behind my lower back, helping to slam me down onto his dick as hard as he could manage.

I could feel Vince bumping against my cervix with every drop, his member being longer than what I was used to. Normally, it would make me stop immediately. It usually hurt and I wouldn't continue, but tonight? I couldn't nor wouldn't stop. I needed it. It hurt so bad yet felt so good. I needed to come. I needed him to come. And if hitting my cervix is what it took, then I'd let it happen. Every time.

Heat flushed through me in waves, as I could feel myself getting closer to my release. I could see Vince biting his bottom lip, concentrating on chasing my release. He was so damn sexy as I slammed down onto him. In what I can only describe as an approach of the mother of all orgasms, I could almost feel my cervix soften, as the tip of his shaft continued to batter it. In a flash, the nuclear bomb went off. I froze, as I had no choice but to let myself go. My entire consciousness exploded. I'm sure I spoke in tongues or that my head spun around like in the Exorcist. It was utterly mind-blowing.

Rhythmic contractions of my internal walls began to furiously, painfully milk Vince's cock for all it was worth. A scream caught in my throat, as I was unable to breathe. A torrent of fluid rushed out of my channel around his dick, as my entire body began to jerk and spasm. Vince continued to slam me down onto him, his dick forcing its way into my womb as he too, found his release, shooting rope after thick rope of his come, deep into my baby basket. Sowing his seed where he if he had his way, his future babies to grow. Where Ram's future babies to grow.

A sizzle worked its way down his spine from the very top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes. Deep down inside, Vince knew that it wouldn't take long for either he or Ram to impregnate Stephanie if she had her implant removed. He prayed that it would be a reality one day. And hopefully, it would be sooner rather than later.

Vince continued working himself in and out of me, despite our bodies being wracked with uncontrollable shivers. Refusing to allow himself to stop until he was sure I had wrenched every last drop of semen from his body. He wrapped his arms around my body as I slumped forward, completely spent and unable to move myself. He remained inside, despite softening slightly after he came. Some primal urge told him to remain as such, keeping us joined. We sat in each other's arms for what felt like hours, just holding one another, basking in the afterglow. We eventually laid onto our sides, still joined and fell into a deep sleep, where Evan found us the next morning.

~0~0~0~

I felt warm lips, working their way down my spine, even though I could still feel Vince deep inside me. I groaned in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of a second set, touching and teasing my own lips. A gentle rocking motion from Vince made me moan, as I still straddled him. Evan's baby soft lips moved farther south, close to my ass, causing me to clench Vince sharply, garnering a loud groan from him in return.

Evan's hands roamed and soothed my back and ass as he licked and kissed his way all over, finally ending up at my ass. I glanced over my shoulder as he grinned and slid a lubed finger gently over my virgin rosebud. "Ohhh!" I sighed out. Despite my firm reluctance with every other lover, I've ever had before, I was finally accepting of the fact that they were open and willing to be careful and gentle enough to be allowed anywhere near my no no spot.

Vince continued to rock me gently on his cock, the slow drag of his shaft drawing across the nerve endings in my channel worked me into a state where I was needy and keening for release. Evan continued his careful and gentle exploration of my rear, first by rubbing the rosebud and gently blowing cool air over it. Then by barely inserting the tip of his pinky, causing my first orgasm. As I came, he squirted more lube onto his finger and soon worked his entire pinky in. Surprisingly, I liked it more than I had ever thought, wanting more.

"More. Unh... more." My mewls made both men smile wickedly, knowing what they were working the three of us toward.

That lone pinky soon turned into Evan's middle finger and another mind-blowing orgasm. Vince was trying desperately not to come. Reciting from memory everything from his instruction manual for breaking down and reassembling his rifle from basic training to what he could remember of the employee handbook from Rangeman.

Knowing Vince was close, Evan carefully worked two fingers into my ass, stretching me gently. His ultimate goal for another day, was to train me to be able to take both of my men at the same time. That thought set me off again, bringing Vince with me. I could feel the heat of his come deep within me and I loved it. Despite coming in me, Vince was still rock hard. When I was lucid, I would have to ask him how he managed that. But right now, I could feel Evan's shaft bumping my back, solid as steel, while he nipped at the juncture of my neck.

Wrapping his arms around my back, Vince held me still as Evan began to press a third finger into my ass. The burning was unfamiliar and to be honest, a bit scary. I began to clench around his fingers, causing him to cry out.

"Angel! Baby! You need to relax. Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight. You're gonna cut my fingers off with your ass, fuck Baby. You feel so god damned good." Evan babbled as he worked his fingers into me, Vince lifted me slightly before beginning to vigorously pump himself up into me. My head thrashed side to side wildly, as I experienced heaven as Evan worked past my ring of muscles, three of his longest fingers wriggled deep in my ass. The three of us stilled for a moment to enjoy the feeling.

Vince could feel Ram's fingers through the thin muscle walls between Stephanie's vagina and ass. It was indescribable. The feeling of another man rubbing him through her. It was incredible. He never wanted to forget this moment for the rest of his life.

Evan wanted to sing to the heavens at the exquisite sensation of the warm tightness of her ass, and the fullness from feeling Vince in her pussy. It was overwhelming. He wished to never forget it. The only thing that would have topped that moment, would have been if he had been balls deep into her ass. Just that though nearly sent him over the edge. It took everything in his power to not come all over her back.

I was stuck. Stuck between two massive men. One in my doodah and one fingering my ass. Never in my life did I EVER think I would be double penetrated like that. It was beyond words. All I could do was soak it all in and pray to God, that I would never forget this moment.

Feeling the need to move, I began to squirm, hoping one of my men would take the hint and begin to fuck me. Vince, taking the que, began to slowly rock up into me, making Evan's arm rock in the same pattern, causing my eyes to roll back into my head and I began to quietly chant, "Fuck yes! Fuck Yes! Oh god! Fuck yes! Make me come! Fucking make me come!" Evan's other hand dug into my hips, his grasp harder with each thrust. I was sure his fingers would leave bruises, a badge of honor, I suppose. But one, I would be loath to watch fade away. It would be a lovely reminder of the hunger we have for one another.

Growing bolder, Evan shifted his rhythm, and his fingers began to fuck me in an opposing rhythm, sliding out as Vince slid in and vice versa. The sensations made me delirious with want and need, grasping and holding onto my men as they began to fuck me hard and desperate. Then before I could even begin to prepare for it, I came so hard, my body attempted to force them out as I spasmed in a horrifically intense manner. Both men fought against the feeling of being pushed out of my warm wet depths, fucking into me harder than they had ever before. Both men vicious in their intent and focus.

Nearly in unison, my men met their releases, Vince deep inside me, while Evan's painted my back and ass. My rhythmic contractions had been too much for them, causing them to fall over the edge. I was branded both internally and externally together for the first time by two different men. Let alone, at the same time. Was I a wonton woman? Perhaps. But holy fucking hell, I was happy and could care less!

Our plans to leave Bertie at 0800 were clearly abandoned in favor of a much-needed nap after our impromptu three-way session. Obviously, I didn't feel bad about it one iota, as I snuggled between my two favorite men. Clearly, I wanted to do that again, just *yawn* later... after my nap.