Authors: Tielle St. Clare

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The words lulled her senses and this time when he put his finger to her rear opening, she relaxed, breathing deep then exhaling slowly to let him inside. He whispered encouragement, guiding her as he penetrated her ass with one long finger.

She met Glen’s worried stare. “You okay, baby?” he asked as his hands continued the soothing strokes up and down her back and hips.

She nodded but couldn’t quite find her voice.

“Forrest, just take it slow, man. We want her to love this, yeah?”

Forrest hummed his agreement, then eased his finger out before sliding it back in. She sighed and placed her head on Glen’s shoulder, sinking into the sensation of Forrest finger-fucking her ass. Just when she’d decided she liked it, he pulled back. The squish of more lube caught her attention and she tensed.

“Breathe, honey.”

Not lifting her head, she nodded and forced her muscles to relax. The process continued as Forrest stretched her with two fingers then finally three. The burn of those fingers warned her that taking his cock would be difficult—but she wanted it.

“You ready, baby?” Glen asked, pumping his cock as if to remind her it was still there. As if she could forget the solid shaft already buried inside her.

“Yes.” The word sang with desire. She didn’t know if she could take it but she wanted it, wanted both men inside her.

Forrest placed a kiss on her shoulder then she felt it, the round head of his cock against her ass. Despite the preparation, she tensed. But it only took a moment before she was able to relax and allow Forrest to push in.

The burn rippled through her, almost too painful, on the edge, just enough to keep her attention as he filled her.

Glen nudged her chin up, tilting her head back so he could kiss her. The slow, sensual glide of his tongue distracted her a little. He stroked her breasts, circling the tight peaks and adding a slight pinch to the nipple. She moaned and arched her back, instinctively surging down on Glen’s cock and opening her ass to Forrest.

“That’s it. You’re doing great, honey. Push out a bit.” She tried to follow Forrest’s instructions but her thoughts became hazy. Every part of her was focused on the delicious sensations—the cock in her pussy and the one slowly filling her ass.

Forrest eased deeper, gentle and patient, taking her ass an inch at a time before gliding back. Her fingers dug into Glen’s shoulders, using his strength to bolster her own.

Warmth covered her back as Forrest came to rest against her, his cock buried completely. She breathed slow and steady, letting her body adapt to the sensation of being stuffed full.

“All good, baby?” Glen asked, the concern in his voice barely penetrating the sexual fog surrounding her.

Her eyes wouldn’t focus but she nodded.

“Let’s move,” Forrest said, his voice tense and strained. “We’ll go easy, honey, but I’ve got to fuck you. This sweet ass is squeezing me so tight…”

Forrest did a slow retreat. A shiver ran across her skin at the sensation. He paused then pushed back in, filling her once again. His chest against her back, he helped lift her up, easing Glen’s cock almost from her pussy.

“That’s it, baby. Take us both.”

They settled into a slow, seductive rhythm, both males sinking deep into her, filling her completely. She relaxed into their control, letting them move her, fuck her. Rough, calloused hands cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with soft caresses and delicious pinches.

Sensation overwhelmed her and for a brief time, she didn’t care if she came or not. Having her lovers inside her was enough.

But the contented feelings couldn’t last for long. The hard cocks only made her need more. As if both men sensed her desire, the pace increased and the sensations went from sensual to raw. The gentleness faded and they ravished her, giving her the hard fucking she wanted.

“Come on, baby. Come for us,” Glen encouraged, slamming into her pussy.

As if she were his to command, she came, the climax embracing her whole body.

Forrest pushed in deep one more time, his groan filling the air as he came inside her. Her body tightened and seemed to trigger Glen’s orgasm. He roared and flooded her pussy with his come.

She sank forward, letting Glen take her weight as Forrest eased his cock out of her ass. Feeling strangely empty, she sighed when Forrest stayed close.

Neither man moved. They lingered, touching, stroking, whispering to her, telling her again how much they loved fucking her, being inside her.

She lost track of time but eventually Glen lifted her off his cock and helped her to her feet. Her world spun, out of balance by what had happened.

The urge to do evil things had changed. She still wanted to be wicked but the desire to hex the woodsmen had disappeared completely.

“We should head home.” Glen glanced at the darkening sky. “It’s getting late.”

“You could come to my house,” Malicia blurted. She blinked and looked up at the woodsmen. She had no idea if they would even
want
to come to her house. They probably did this every day—finding strange women in the forest and fucking them into insensibility. “Or not,” she said with a shrug.

“Is this the house with the famous garden?” Forrest asked.

She pushed her shoulders back and raised her chin. “Yes.” She was very proud of her garden.

“Well, then, how can we resist the invitation?”

“Can we get something to eat?” Glen asked. “I’m craving salad.”

She stuck her tongue out at Forrest then smiled at Glen. “As it happens, I have this incredible lettuce that you have to try.”

Epilogue

Two weeks later…

Malicia glared into the back garden. “She’s back. That bitch!” She pounded her tiny fists on the counter.

“What is it, baby?” Glen drawled, his voice like a caress to her clit. A delicious shiver ran through her core but she ignored it.

“That woman from next door. She’s in my garden, stealing my lettuce!”

“Honey…” The scrape of Forrest’s chair as he pushed back from the table sent a sharp warning through her. “We’ve talked about this. It’s only lettuce.” He stepped up behind her, his arms and strength surrounding her.

“But it’s the principle of the thing. She’s stealing from me and I’m a wicked witch.” Knowing it would do no good but needing the outlet, Malicia stomped her foot on the hardwood floor.

“Honey,” Forrest warned. “We’ve been through this. If you hex your neighbors—”

“Or threaten to hex them,” Glen added.

“You will be punished.”

“Well, then you’re just going to have to punish me.” She lifted her chin in defiance. She was a wicked witch and would always be and—

Forrest spun her around and shoved her forward until her hands rested on the kitchen table. Before she could catch her breath, he’d started—smart, stinging taps to her naked backside.

Each stroke burned. The heat poured through her skin and settled in her pussy.

“That’s it. Damn, her ass looks good pink,” Glen murmured.

“And she loves it. Her cunt’s soaking wet with just a few strokes.”

As if Glen needed to confirm for himself, he slid his hand between her thighs, teasing her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. She pressed up on her tiptoes, trying to avoid the tickling caress.

“You know trying to escape your punishment will just make it worse.”

“How could it be worse?” The question came out as a gasp as Glen spanked her already sore ass.

“We could fuck you and not let you come.”

“Nooo!”

Forrest chuckled. “Then be a good girl and let Glen finger your cunt.”

She spread her legs, holding herself still while Forrest gave her two more smacks and Glen flicked his finger across her clit. The tiny caress sent a jolt of need into her pussy.

“Please.” She rocked back, offering her ass for more—spanking, fucking, she didn’t care which.

“Are you going to be a good girl? No hexing the neighbors?”

“For today.”

She straightened enough to look at her lovers and saw the surprised looks on their faces.

“Well, I
am
a wicked witch. You can’t expect me to promise never to hex again.”

The two men looked at each other.

“She’s got a point.”

“But she’s not getting away without another punishment,” Forrest announced. “On your knees, honey.”

A strange sensation, almost like innocence, coursed through her body and she sank to her knees. She knew she wouldn’t always follow their commands but in this, she was more than eager to comply.

“I’ll take her mouth,” Glen said. He sat at the table and opened his pants, pulling out his already hard cock. Malicia licked her lips, more than ready to taste him.

She knelt between Glen’s spread thighs. He slid his hand along her hair, stroking the silky strands. Sweet affection swelled in her chest and she turned her head to kiss the inside of his wrist.

“So sweet,” he murmured.

“And so going to get fucked,” Forrest said.

She did her best to crush her smile, not wanting them to know how much she loved her “punishments”.

There were few preliminaries. Glen placed his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place as Forrest knelt behind her.

“We already know her pussy’s drenched,” he said.

“With our slut, I think she’s always wet,” Glen agreed.

She didn’t get a chance to protest. Forrest placed the head of his cock to her entrance and plunged forward, sinking into her in one solid stroke.

Malicia gasped as Forrest slammed his cock deep inside her. Glen took advantage of her open mouth and slipped his thick rod between her lips. Her ass burned from Forrest’s spanking and the steady penetration of both cocks made her groan.

Forrest didn’t stop. He drove into her, hard and deep.

She cried out, the cock in her mouth serving as a gag.

“So slick and tight.”

The hands on her shoulders slid up her neck to the back of her head. “Get to work, baby. Let me feel how much you want my dick in your mouth.”

The words and petting strokes to her hair pulled the desire through her body and she moaned, sucking hard as she retreated, stopping with the head resting against her lips. She flicked her tongue across the lower curve then lowered, taking him as deep as she could.

It took a few strokes for them to coordinate but soon they were fucking in rhythm.

Sensation overwhelmed her and she rocked, suspended between two delicious cocks. Rough fingers slid through her hair, holding her in place as Glen slowly fucked her mouth, protecting her from taking him too deep as Forrest pumped his cock into her pussy.

She groaned, loving, craving every sensation. They rocked her between them. The only consideration to her vulnerable state was Glen making sure she didn’t choke on his cock, but beyond that, they fucked her. Hard.

Forrest reached around and flicked his finger against her clit, rubbing in time to his cock pounding her cunt. Her body, tuned to these two men, sensitized from days of powerful, seductive loving, rose fast. She cried out as the bright orgasm shot into her core.

“Think she’s learned her lesson?” Forrest asked as he thrust deep.

“God, I hope not,” Glen moaned in response.

Her mouth was full so she couldn’t smile, but yeah…if this was her punishment, she was going to be wicked for a long, long time.

About Tielle St. Clare

Tielle (pronounced “teal”) St. Clare has had a life-long love of romance novels. She began reading romances in the 7th grade when she discovered Victoria Holt novels and began writing romances at the age of sixteen (during Trigonometry, if the truth be told). During her senior year in high school, the class dressed up as what they would be in twenty years—Tielle dressed as a romance writer. When not writing romances, Tielle has worked in public relations and video production for the past twenty years. She moved to Alaska when she was seven years old in 1972 when her father was transferred with the military. Tielle believes romances should be hot and sexy with a great story and fun characters.

Tielle welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her
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