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  “Now,” I murmur, running my fists up and down those massive lengths. “Please, I’m begging you.”

  Torrent and Trainor close their eyes, moaning while enjoying the sensation. But they understand my urgency.

  “Baby, we’re going to plug you deep,” Trainor growls, pulling himself out of my reach. “Do you think you can get on your hands and knees?”

  He doesn’t have to ask twice. Within one second, I’m poised on the couch, my bottom high in the air with my face pressed into the cushions.

  “Here it is,” I moan delicately. My hands reach back to pull my buttocks apart, revealing my pink slit to them. “Take what’s yours.”

  The two men growl, their blue eyes alight with fire. They get in back of me, and I can’t quite see what’s going on, but then I feel a huge head nudging at my pussy. I moan with bliss and shut my eyes, preparing myself to be split in two. Sure enough, the head alone stretches me, and my fingers grip the couch cushion as I’m penetrated deeply.

  “Oh,” I moan blissfully, my nips pressed into the cushion. “Oh god, that feels good.”

  Low groans come from behind me, and a set of male hands grips my curvy hips, keeping me in place.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Torrent rasps from behind me. “Like a fucking glove.”

  I moan again with delight, loving the feeling of fullness.

  “Yes, use me,” I mewl again. “My body is yours.”

  But they aren’t done yet. There’s a spitting sound, and then I feel a large finger begin circling my back pleats. The touch electrifies me and I jerk up and let out a wail, my eyes opening.

  “Oooh!” is my cry. “Oh my god!”

  Trainor’s voice comes from behind me.

  “Didn’t you say you can’t come unless your ass is touched, baby? Either by a man’s finger, dick, mouth or toy? Well, I’m giving you the best one of the lot.”

  Sure enough, he gets my back pucker slick and ready, and then slips his finger inside. I let out an unladylike bellow, my breasts shaking as I experience two men inside. Trainor’s finger worms its way deep, going in and out a few times. He widens his fingers into a vee, getting me ready for the cock to come. But too soon, he pulls out, leaving me empty and hollow.

  “Please!” I cry. “I need more.”

  Both men chuckle.

  “We’ll give you more, baby girl. Just you wait.”

  With that, Trainor gets in front of Torrent and begins to mount me. His wide head pushes against my asshole, and I cry out with torment. Dear god, it feels so good, but it’s clear he’s huge. He’s not going to fit!

  “Oh please, please, please,” I beg, although I’m not sure what I’m asking for. “Mmmmm!”

  My face is buried in the cushions, and my body tenses. But then one man reaches around to niggle my nub and the jolt of electricity is all it takes. My sphincter pops and Trainor slips all the way in. Oh my god, I’m completely full of hard, needy man.

  “This is better than the two toys, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Torrent hums in back of me while pulling out. “Shit, you feel good. You’re so fucking wet.”

  Trainor merely groans as he eases himself into my asshole.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “Oh shit.”

  But the men want to do even better. As they slide in and out, Trainor grabs my hair like a leash, and pulls my head back gently. I arch my back and gasp, the position pushing both men even deeper into my body. But then Torrent reaches around and slips a dildo into my mouth so that all three of my holes are plugged.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted, sweetheart?” he rasps. “Filth to the max? Because this is only the beginning.”

  The words are what do it. Of course, I have two men in my body and a huge black toy in my mouth, but the promise of more ecstasy, more love, and more dirty filth are what pushes me over the edge. I let out a muffled scream and then come hard. My pussy spasms violently as my ass ring grips the cock inside tight. I cry out, again and again, as my body pulses, squeezing the men and draining them of their goodness.

  After all, Torrent and Trainor are coming too. They’re mighty gods, letting out conquering roars as they fill my nubile body with virility. Hot jets of seed spurt into my holes, and like a greedy girl, my body contracts and squeezes, milking their members for every last drop.

  “Shit!” Torrent roars.

  “Fuck!” Trainor bellows.

  I myself am no better. I let out shrieks and wails around the toy crammed in my mouth, even as stars dance before my eyes. My body goes hot, loose, and wet, welcoming the men as they pump gallons of seed into my sweetness.

  “Yes,” I moan delicately. “Yes, yes, this is what I need.”

  After all, it’s the truth. Dads and Daughters has been good to me, but I need more. I’ve been treated with kid gloves so far, but now the gloves are coming off. I need everything, and these two men are only too willing to give it to me.

  8

  Alizeh

  A few weeks later, I sit in the kitchen at the Lodge, happily eating a bowl of Chex topped with sliced pickles. My friend June comes sauntering in.

  “Hungry?” she asks, her eyebrows lifting at my odd snack. “It’s 3 p.m.”

  “I know,” I say, crunching blissfully into another spoonful of Chex. But this is the best snack, I swear. You should try it sometime.”

  She shoots me another curious look before opening the door to the freezer. Icy air blasts out, and she comes out with a rocket-shaped popsicle.

  “You know,” she says, settling on the stool by me at the kitchen island. “I’d think you’re pregnant, eating a snack like that. Are you?”

  I pause for a moment, shocked.

  “No. I can’t be. I’ve been to all my doctors visits, and you know how they take care of us. I’m religiously taking the pill, so I don’t think so.”

  “The pill fails sometimes,” says June, taking a lick of her popsicle. She’s a pretty girl. She’s curvy like me, but she has a goth air to her. Her hair is dyed jet black, and she’s got heavy eyeliner and rouged lips, along with a raggedy black crop top and a red plaid skirt. But it looks good. The entire look is that of a cyber-punk pixie fairy, and I’m sure her three men love it.

  I shake my head.

  “The pill is all chemicals. It can’t fail!”

  June shakes her head.

  “Everything has a failure rate,” she says darkly. “Have you been keeping a log of whom you’ve been with, and when?”

  I nod. Usually, we keep a list of every trucker we’ve satisfied and enter the results in our shared mainframe. It’s not totally necessary, as the Lodge’s administration also tracks whom we’ve been with. But it’s a second layer of safety, as sometimes there are last minute changes.

  The thing is that I haven’t been going on outcalls these past three weeks. After that sensuous night at the pool, Torrent and Trainor put in a request with administration so that I could get a temporary leave. Of course, when these requests go in, it’s usually for one purpose: because one of the truckers at the Lodge wants to get his fill of a young girl. Their request was readily granted, and I’ve been exclusive with Torrent and Trainor since.

  It’s been wonderful. I practically live in their suite, rarely returning to my room. We eat meals together, and share stories about our past. At first, I thought things might be awkward, but the two men made me feel at ease.

  “Excuse me?” I remarked the other day with a smile on my lips. “You like what on your bagels?”

  “Lox,” says Torrent. “And tons of it.”

  I scrunch my nose.

  “Eeew, but don’t you think the sliced fish smells bad?”

  Trainor shakes his head.

  “No, not at all. Besides, we have you now, Alizeh. We’ll take one bite of lox, and then we’ll take one lick of this,” he says, putting a big hand on my pussy. “You’ll sweeten the lox for us.”

  But that’s not exactly how it worked out. After breakfast, the two men took turns licking my pussy, and there w
as no lox involved whatsoever. Instead, I raised my knees, baring my sweet hole, and they pushed their tongues in, their big bodies within the vee of my legs. Of course, after getting their fill of my nectar, one ducked down and began to lick at my dark pucker. The thrill of having his mouth on me there made me come so hard that I lost consciousness for a moment. It was that good.

  But that’s how life with the two men are. They mix pleasure with elements of mirth, and I find myself laughing so hard that tears come out of my eyes. But it’s more than just fun and games. We also talk about the sad things too. My dad, for example. They’ve assured me that no one remembers the story of Michael Marron and his heinous betrayal of the club. They assured me that it was probably just my imagination, and I’d worked myself into a tizzy. I hope they’re right.

  But now, with June, what do I say? Unfortunately, my friend is very perceptive and she shoots me a sassy grin.

  “Oh my god, you’re seeing someone, aren’t you? Out with it,” she demands.

  I giggle.

  “I am,” I acknowledge. “I haven’t been on a call in weeks now.”

  She nods slowly.

  “How do you feel? I know you used to enjoy outcalls.”

  I think about it for a moment.

  “I did enjoy outcalls,” I say. “But they were always so bland. Not that the truckers were puny or selfish or anything. It’s just that things were so vanilla all the time. We did missionary and doggie, and that was it. I felt like my experiences could never compare to yours.”

  June lets out a peal of laughter while biting off the top part of her popsicle.

  “Girl, you can’t compare yourself like that. I’m with three men! Our shenanigans are going to be wild, and triply so.”

  I nod and look down for a moment.

  “I was jealous,” I admit in a soft voice.

  June laughs again.

  “Girlfriend, there’s no reason to be jealous. The Lodge is a den of sin, you know that. Downstairs, they have all those playrooms, and even the gym and the pool are more for sexy times than anything else.”

  I blush, and she sees.

  “Oh my god, you met them at the gym, didn’t you?”

  I shake my head, smiling my secret smile.

  “No, the pool.”

  She lets out a yip of glee.

  “They boned you in the water!”

  I laugh again.

  “No, not really. Well, they caught me there. I was sneaking down there for some after hours lounging around, and they were there too. One thing led to another …” I say.

  “… which led to boning!” June finishes for me.

  We laugh together.

  “It did,” I say, my cheeks flushing. “And Junie, it’s been so good. I feel like a woman, finally. I get taken morning, noon and night, and they’re sooo strong and handsome.”

  She nods.

  “So all this use of the “they” and “them” pronouns. There are two men?”

  I nod, blushing and June steps in again.

  “You know that’s totally normal at the Lodge. Half of us are long-term relationships with two men.”

  I swallow, my cheeks going hot.

  “I know, right? Do you think it takes that much to please one of us?”

  June looks contemplative for a moment.

  “I’ve given it some thought, seeing that I seem to love being with my three guys. I don’t think it’s that so many of us have to be with multiple men at once. I think it’s that Dads and Daughters provides a certain type of experience for us. Instead of going to college and dipping our toe into the water slowly, we start off with a bang. We literally are thrown into the deep end and begin servicing truckers, sometimes four or five nights a week from the very beginning.”

  I nod.

  “I loved doing that,” I admit throatily. “I loved being with a new man each night.”

  June nods too.

  “I actually never even had that experience because I started off my time at Dads and Daughters with Finn, Fred, and Forest immediately, and something inside me cracked open. Now, I know I wouldn’t be happy with anything less. I need to be crammed full, you know what I mean?”

  I nod, blushing.

  “Me too,” is my shy admission. “It feels so good when they’re stretching me simultaneously. They’ll talk to one another about what my body does when they touch me a certain way, and it turns me on. Of course, I can’t usually reply because there’s something deep in my throat, but I love when they talk about my body as if it belongs to them.”

  June shoots me a knowing glance.

  “Oh sweetheart, you’re fallen head over heels haven’t you? And by the way, you still haven’t told me who you’re with.”

  I sit up straight for a moment, my cereal and pickles forgotten.

  “Have I?” I mumble, totally shocked. “Have I fallen in love? No, it can’t be. I’ve only been with Torrent and Trainor a few weeks.”

  June’s lips twitch.

  “Torrent and Trainor, hmmm? Very interesting.”

  Then I gasp and shoot her a horrified look.

  “Oh my god, I’m sorry Junie. I know they were supposed to be your initiators, and …”

  “And what?” she laughs good-naturedly. “It’s no problem, Alizeh. I’m the one who ran when I saw them because they were so huge. Tell me, are you sore all the time now?” she asks with a wicked smile.

  I shift a bit on my seat, and then bite my lip and nod.

  “Yes. They’re enormous and they work me over so hard all the time. Twice a day, if not three or four times. I’m literally dripping with their seed sometimes.”

  She laughs.

  “Then they’re perfect for you!” she sings. “They were never perfect for me. Don’t even worry about the whole initiation thing. That’s in the past. Yes, they were supposed to initiate me, but I ran off. Even if they had initiated me, it wouldn’t matter Alizeh. You know that initiations are more about the physical than the emotional.”

  I swallow.

  “Yes, but it’s often a daughter’s first time,” I say in a quiet tone. “When she’s taken publicly, in front of an audience of truckers.”

  “That’s true,” says June. “But don’t worry about it. Nothing happened between me and them, so it doesn’t matter. But what about you?” she asks curiously. “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

  At the moment, I’m shaking out another bowl of cereal for myself.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I say. “Just hungry.”

  She smiles and eats the rest of her popsicle.

  “Well, I’m glad to hear, Alizeh. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

  The curvy girl gets up to go, but I stop her at the last minute by grabbing her hand. She turns to look at me inquisitively.

  “Um, Junie, I just want to say that I know we didn’t get off to the best start when your dad brought you to me for mentoring,” I say. “But I’ve really grown to appreciate you, and love you as a friend.”

  She nods and laughs.

  “Trust me, my dad was off his rocker. He thought I was lesbian for a while there! That’s obviously totally been wiped out,” she adds with a mischievous smile. “But it’s totally fine, Alizeh. Yes, we didn’t get along like a house on fire at first. You came off as prim and proper, and I came off as crazy and off my rocker, but it’s okay. We’ve found a middle ground, and I treasure you as a friend too.”

  She gives my hand a comforting squeeze, and then sashays out of the kitchen. I watch her hips as she goes. Honestly, I wonder if June is pregnant, and not me. With three men, it could happen even faster for her.

  But I’m happy about where my life is. I’m with two men, and Torrent and Trainor treat me so well. I shiver and shake in their arms, and then laugh and joke with them in the next breath. What if I am pregnant? I look down at my stomach thoughtfully. It wouldn’t be so bad. I’ve wanted to be a mom for a long time now, and I’ve been jealous of all the girls who have been having babies. I’d fee
l proud and blessed to have my men’s child in me now.

  But all in good time. I finish my cereal, put the dish in the sink, and then skip off to my room. I’ve got to pick up some clothes, and tidy up a bit. And then, I’m off to see my men again.

  9

  Alizeh

  When I get back to my room in the ladies’ side of the house, I cock my head and look around. I used to live here mere weeks ago, and yet it feels different. This is a little girl’s room. Here’s my narrow twin bed, with the virginal white coverlet. Here’s the half-finished embroidery that I used to do, and the dog-eared cover of The Thief and the Lady that I’d read under the covers sometimes. Here are my favorite Harlequin paperbacks, and my collection of sparkly pink lip glosses.

  But now, all of that seems far away. Now, I’m in a relationship with two men who leave me no need to dream about a handsome rogue whose breeches are eternally too small. I don’t need to dream about savage pirates, bold cowboys, or ice-cold billionaires. Instead, I’m with Torrent and Trainor and they’ve taught me what it’s like to be a real woman. Now, I feel spent after my sessions with them, my heart overflowing with love and appreciation for these generous, giving men.

  Love? Appreciation? My pulse races as my cheeks heat. Oh my god, June could be right. But is love what they want from me? I have no idea. It seems too early to broach the subject, but then again, sometimes Cupid’s bow strikes, and there’s no fighting it. I press a hand to my heart, and sure enough, it feels like it’s pounding right out of my chest. My breathing is uneven, and I drop limply into the hard wooden chair in front of my desk. Goodness. This is unexpected.

  Then, a ping startles me. My laptop’s been open this entire time, and I must have just received a message. I touch the mouse and immediately, the computer lights up.

  There are a few messages in my inbox, but the top one is from my father. Damn. My heart begins racing even faster, and my mouth tastes sour all of a sudden. My dad doesn’t contact me often, but when he does, it’s usually because he wants something. After he was run out of Dads and Daughters, he had to quit trucking because no one would hire him. As a result, he works at our local Waffle House, making breakfast for a living.