Chapter 6

~Filling Up~

“Have you done this before?” Vish asked. “Anal?”

Callie was already gasping for breath. “Yeah, with my husband…and he’s got a monster cock.”

After the words passed her lips, she wondered if they were rude. In her mind, she knew she was implying that Vish would be easier to take—smaller cock—but he didn’t seem to hear it that way.

“Have you ever tried DP?” Evan asked, thumbing her tits with both hands. “It’s tight. It’s not easy.”

She didn’t like that he knew that. He was so young—how could he be more experienced than she was, at forty-six years of age? It didn’t seem fair.

She said, “We’ll manage.”

Callie could feel the heat coming off Vishram’s body when he said, “You’ve got a sweet ass. It’s fucking round. Great hips, too.”

“Thanks.” It was nice to be appreciated.

“Bend forward.” Vish was so blatant, so insistent that she couldn’t think to do anything but comply.

Evan groaned when Callie set her tits down on his chest. She felt so big on him. Her breasts felt huge, like they took up half his torso. Attack of the fifty-foot woman!

He bucked beneath her like he was trying to escape and couldn’t. Every thrust sent his cockhead rubbing against her g-spot. She had to grit her teeth to keep the orgasm at bay.

“You ready for this?” Vish asked.

“God, yes.” Her orgasm was insistent.

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

His smirk was audible. “It might hurt.”

Callie whipped her head around to meet his gaze. “Would you just fuck my ass already?”

His eyes laughed and his lips curled up at the sides. He looked like a villain, and the image turned her on like mad.

When cool lube met the crack of her ass, her back arched in response. Vish traced it down to her asshole and circled his finger around the rim. Callie groaned at the teasing sensation until Vish pressed his finger inside, past the ring of muscle she was clenching so tight.

“Relax,” Vish said. He stroked inside the tunnel of her ass. Even this felt tight. Maybe she couldn’t handle two dicks after all. “Feel that?”

Evan moaned beneath her, rolling his hips slowly but firmly. She knew what Vish meant: through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass, Vish could stroke Evan’s cock.

Evan could obviously feel Vishram’s finger, and it obviously felt good. He was kissing her neck now, licking and sucking. Her body moved with his, and she felt lost in a sea of pleasure. Everything was wet, everything rocking, waves taking over. And Vish hadn’t even shoved his cock in her yet.

“Do it.” She felt desperate, holding her orgasm hostage. “Do it!”

“Take it easy,” Vish said when she reached back for his cock. She found it with her hand and yanked it close to her body, right to her hole. “We’ve gotta go slow.”

“No.” She felt childish in her insistence, but he didn’t seem to realize how badly she needed to get fucked by both boys—right now.

Vish pulled his finger from her ass and sighed. He took the base if his dick in his grasp. When his sheathed head met her hole, she instantly craved something in her mouth. A cock would be great, but she settled for Evan’s tongue.

The boy seemed surprised, at first, by the intensity of her kiss, but he went with it.

She could feel Vish showering the junction of her asshole and his cockhead with lube. The slip-slidey-ness made her moan in Evan’s mouth, but Vish set a hand on her ass cheek and pushed forward so she couldn’t buck back. He was right, of course—must take it slow—but she felt itchy for it, antsy. She wanted everything at once.

When Vish pushed his mushroom tip into her asshole, Callie broke away from Evan’s kiss. It hurt like hell, it stretched her to her limits, and that was only just his cockhead.

Callie dropped her forehead onto Evan’s pillow and groaned. Maybe she should bite down on something. What would take away the throbbing ache? Nothing. Nothing. This is what she wanted. This is what she’d begged for. This is what she got.

“You doing okay?” Vish asked.

“Ohhh…”

“Want me to stop?”

Callie considered, but said, “No.”

As he inched his dick into her ass, she felt every little movement. Half the world seemed to be between her legs. As he entered her deeply, she felt the pressure of his cock against Evan’s, separated only by the thinnest of membranes, like silk.

Yes, that’s what it felt like: two dicks, and only silk between.

Evan groaned. Must feel tight for him, too—for all three of them.

Callie felt stretched to the max.

Vish kept inching, inching, slow, slow, slow. When she looked back, he was in her almost to the root. The boys’ balls must be touching, and that image in her mind made her clench every muscle in her lower body. Evan and Vish both groaned, and for a moment neither moved. They couldn’t if they tried, she imagined.

When Callie let her muscles slacken, Vish began to thrust. This movement was slow at first. There wasn’t much room in there, not with Evan’s cock taking up space in her pussy.

As Vish fucked her, even as slowly as that, she felt his cock rubbing against Evan’s. The boys’ proximity aroused her almost as much as the act.

Vish held her hips, rocking. Evan grabbed her thighs, rubbing his dickhead against her g-spot. The motion was so raw, so dirty, so tight and swollen and delicious that Callie knew she was going to come soon.

She rocked, looking for a rhythm the three of them could share, and finding it when Vish did. He thrust forward when she bucked back. Her tits brushed Evan’s chest, and she could see in his face that he wouldn’t last long. She was too focused to turn and look at Vish, but judging by the intensity of his thrusts, he would be coming soon as well. All she could think was how full she felt, full of cock, full of boys. They took up every bit of space she had to offer.

When she ground her hips down against Evan’s and rubbed her engorged clit against his pelvis, that was it. A high-low orgasm came on, with the shimmering intensity of clit-stroking and the deep, dark power of internal pressure.

She bore down on their cocks like she was trying to push them out.

They rammed themselves deep inside like they just wouldn’t go.

She hadn’t realized she was screaming, swearing, moaning, groaning, but she was. She heard herself like feedback, moments later, wondering where the words were coming from.

Not that it mattered.

The boys weren’t saying anything at all, not even, “Oh God.” They were grunting like animals, Evan wrapping boy arms around her back and hugging her tight to his chest, Vish ramming her like mad.

She couldn’t move, but that didn’t matter—she didn’t have the energy to do anything but lie on top of Evan and revel in Vishram’s wrath.

She was still moaning when he stopped, cried out, “Fuck, fuck…holy fuck,” and collapsed on her back.

Trapped between her son’s friends, Callie breathed a sigh of deep satisfaction. Their cocks in her pussy and her ass didn’t hurt anymore. She’d grown accustomed to the pressure already.

They stayed like that for a while, but eventually Vish pulled out to remove his condom. She felt a gaping hole in herself when he left, and another when she rolled off Evan. They didn’t say anything. It wasn’t really necessary in that moment. They knew. They all knew.

Rolling on to her side, Callie smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She watched the boys muddle around, removing condoms, heading to the washroom and coming right back, and she was truly amazed. How could men more than twenty years her junior know so well how to please her? It took years to learn how to bring joy to a woman’s body. How did they know so well? It must have been the extent of their experience that held the key.

Callie’s stomach clenched at the thought of these boys with other women. The idea became so unbearable she found herself nudging them away when they settled in on the bed.

They looked at her with eyes full of questions.

Evan asked, “What’s wrong?”

She’d known these young men fewer than twenty-four hours. How could she criticize the lives they’d chosen for themselves? But she was hurting, and those who hurt could distribute pain without a thought.

“I’m selfish,” she said. “When I close my eyes, I want to see us together, the three of us, or even just the two of you together. I don’t want to see you with that blonde girl or with…anyone…not with any other woman but me. I know we just met. I know I hold nothing over you. It’s selfish, like I said, but the thought…I can’t bear the thought.”

Vish sat at the foot of the bed. Evan perched at her side. They looked to one another, and then looked to her. The sincerity in Vish’s eyes warmed her as he explained, “Being polyamorous and being pansexual isn’t necessarily what you think. Just because Evan and I don’t limit ourselves by gender to potential partners doesn’t mean we want to fuck everything that moves.”

Evan let out a teasing laugh. “Speak for yourself, there, buddy.”

Vish reached out to swat him, but Evan was too far away. They both chuckled modestly, but Vish went on, “And being non-monogamous…I mean, same thing, really. Just because we’re not down with being a pair doesn’t mean there are no limitations. We can set rules for ourselves and each other. And if we can’t abide by those rules, then consent has gone out the window. It’s like any other relationship, except with Evan and I, we determine the parameters of our love instead of abiding by narrow social constructs. Know what I mean?”

Callie wasn’t exactly sure if she understood. University students were always so wordy, so theoretical and political. She wanted to know what it all meant for her.

“Dante says I should let my husband have the house, for the French…girl…and her baby. For the three of them to be a family. He thinks I should move out here to be closer to the university.”

“That’s a great idea,” Evan said. “You’d be closer to us, too. We could get together once in a while, if you want.”

She was so glad he’d said it so she didn’t have to. They’d shared so much love in just one day that she knew she wanted more…needed more…but after just one day she didn’t want to come off needy. She didn’t want to scare them away.

“But how can I…”

God, she didn’t know what she was trying to say.

“If I knew you were ‘getting together’ with other women on campus…”

Vish grabbed her ankle and squeezed it hard enough to distract Callie from her worry. “Remember what I said? It’s up to the individuals in a relationship to set parameters for themselves. If, at the outset, you’re more comfortable with the three of us limiting ourselves to each other, that’s totally valid. You can ask for that and we can do it—at least at the outset. In time you may find you want to hook up with other guys…or…girls…”

“I doubt that,” Callie said, but the thought made her chuckle. “And I don’t know why it’s different, but the thought of you two hooking up with other guys doesn’t bother me at all. I mean…not even a little bit. It’s…kind of hot.”

Evan smiled. “That’s good to hear, because I happen to be way more into guys than girls.”

“Yeah, me too,” Vish agreed.

“Thanks, boys. What does that say about me?” Callie playfully tapped Evan on the shoulder.

“Says that you’re special,” Evan replied.

The answer warmed Callie’s heart, but the sourness remained in her stomach. She looked at Vish. “But you were kissing that girl…the blonde. It made me…angry.”

“Who, Kate?” He brushed his fingers down the soles of Callie’s feet, and she nearly jumped off the mattress at the intense sensation. “She was my girlfriend in high school. She’s mainly into women now, but…you know…”

Again, Callie didn’t know, not really, but she had faith that she’d understand in time. If Evan and Vish were willing to narrow their field for her, she was sure she’d eventually be able to expand hers for them. That’s how relationships worked, she now realized—whether they existed between two people or three, or even four or five.

And that’s when it clicked that she had entered another group relationship—a fivesome consisting of herself, her husband, his mistress, their baby, and her son Dante. She hadn’t asked for it. It was thrust upon her, for sure, but she had a place in that family and she would do her position justice.

For the first time since Winston revealed the future to her, she felt like she had an element of control over it. She could control her actions, she could make positive choices. She could decide to be giving and supportive, all in the care of a child: a baby that might one day call her Auntie.

Rather than feeling pushed out of her old life, Callie felt drawn into a new one.

“I think I know what to do,” she told the boys.

A new beginning with younger men. Eternal summer.

Evan and Vish didn’t need to ask what she’d decided. They were wise beyond their years. They simply settled at her sides and kissed her neck, kissed her cheeks, her lips.

Two boys, one Callie. It felt so good to be loved.

The End