Page 61 of The Preachers' Promise
My pussy clenches and my nipples tighten beneath the towel.
Malachi drags his hand through his dark hair and regards me, his head tilted to one side as he’s thinking. “We need to stretch you, baby, if you’re going to take all of us.”
“Stretch me?” I echo. “With what?”
“I’ve got an idea.” He turns and rifles in the medicine cabinet. “Gotcha.” He holds up a bottle of lube. “Brand new.” Then he glances back toward the bathroom door. “I’ll meet you all in the bedroom.”
He disappears from the room. What’s he doing?
Cain scoops me back up, towel and all, and carries me into the bedroom. The other two distract me for a few minutes, throwing me onto the bed and unwrapping me from the towel like a gift, until Malachi returns with something hidden behind his back.
“What do you have there?” I ask.
“Ta-da.” He brandishes a huge cucumber and holds up a condom.
What. The.Fuck?
“Mal…” I say, a warning to my voice.
“If you’re going to take both of us in your pussy at once, you need us to stretch you. Look how thick this beauty is.”
He wraps his fingers around its girth, demonstrating. It’s narrower at both ends and widens to its thickest in the middle. I know I won’t be able to take the whole thing.
I’ve never been fucked by an inanimate object before. I’m not sure how I feel about it—a little nervous, I think. But I trust them not to hurt me, and Malachi is right when he says I need to be stretched.
“Hold down her hands,” he tells the other two.
Roman and Cain move to the top of the bed. They take a wrist each and pin them to the mattress, above my head.
Malachi remains at the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs, baby, let me see that pretty pink pussy.”
I do as he asks, opening myself to him. He rolls the condom down the length of the cucumber, doing so teasingly. He throws me a wink, and I almost laugh.
“Are you ready?”
I draw in a breath and nod.
He squirts some lube over the tip and places the top of the condom covered cucumber at my entrance.
It’s hard and chilled from the refrigerator. The condom helps smooth the way, and the huge amount of lube helps, too. It’s still thick, though—thicker than my wrist. He presses it inside me.
I wriggle my hips. “Oh, God.”
“Remember you have your safe word.”
For a moment, my mind goes completely blank. I do have a safe word, but what the hell is it? Then I get a flash of us eating pizza, sitting around in the water tower.Anchovies.That’s what my safe word is.
“I remember,” I tell him.
“Good girl.”
He pushes the cucumber inside me another inch. Cain and Roman still have hold of my hands, but they both lean forward to watch.
“Fuck,” Cain grits out. “Look at how your pussy is stretching around it.”
It’s hard and unforgiving, and the deeper Mal pushes it, the wider the girth becomes. The stretch and sting of pain is strangely mixed with pleasure. The guys are enjoying it, too. I love seeing the lust in their eyes, and their utter focus on what they’re doing to me.
The idea of having two cocks inside my pussy at once drives me crazy with desire. How will it feel to them, their dicks pressed up against each other, with my pussy hugging them tight? When they come, will they come together? Will they cover each other’s cocks in cum, too, and will that turn them on? What about if one of them tries to take my ass at the same time? Oh, God, all three of them in me at once is crazy. It’s forbidden and filthy and turns me on so much I think I might lose my mind. I’ve never known this kind of need before—not until I met them.
