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  “Now we tell you a bedtime story,” said Robert.

  “Oh, yeah? I’m listening.”

  “It’s called little Jenni long, black hair, and the two big bad wolves,” added Chris, his hand skating across her belly and lingering just above her mons, his fingers gently teasing the tender skin there.

  “What happened to her?” Jenni’s hand had found his cock and she scraped her thumb lightly over the cap.

  “She went to their cabin in the woods,” said Robert. When he said “woods” he pressed his cock into her butt and Chris thrust his penis up into her hand.

  Robert put one hand on her hip and the other teased around the entry to her anus. His nails scraped the skin there, his fingers swirling round and round her hole until the cream seeped from her pussy with her need to feel more, to be penetrated.

  Chris’ long fingers were resting on her slit, the longest one tantalizingly close to her channel.

  Jenni’s brain was starting to fry with the need for more. She couldn’t decide whether to press back onto Robert’s fingers or forward into Chris’. “I want you. I need you. Now.”

  “So Jenni went inside the big bad wolves’ house,” said Robert, sliding his finger into her ass and swirling it around.

  “Yeah, way, way inside,” added Chris, two fingers sinking deep into her hungry channel.

  Jenni lifted her upper leg and planted her foot flat on the mattress to give the men room to touch her. One arm was twisted behind her stroking Robert’s hot flesh, the other was on Chris’ shoulder, holding tight as tension was coiling in her belly.

  “What happened next?” she asked her voice hitching with desire.

  “Hmm. Maybe they offered her a nice cup of tea,” suggested Robert, his fingers busy in her ass, stretching her tissues and stroking the walls of her channel.

  “Then one of the wolves kissed her.” Chris suited his actions to his words, dropping tiny feather-soft kisses across her nose, eyelids and jaw line.

  Jenni took her hand off his shoulder to pull his face closer. Her fingers dived into his shaggy brown hair holding him as she kissed him back with a desperate passion. Their tongues tangled, hers stroking along his cheeks, then he sucked on her tongue, as his fingers curved up deep inside her to scrape along her sweet spot.

  Robert licked along her neck, and sucked her ear lobe into his mouth, his fingers still tormenting her ass.

  Frantically, she thrust her pelvis back and forward trying to take them both deep inside her at once.

  Chris broke the kiss and gasped, “The wolves got condoms and fucked her brains out. The end.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” added Robert reaching a hand around her to pinch her nipple.

  A third finger pressed deep in her cunt and she came, holding tight to both men.

  They slowed their finger strokes, bringing her down from the high, before rolling out of the bed. Robert rushed into the kitchen to wash his hands while Chris opened the cupboard and rummaged around for condoms.

  “Let me,” she said, taking them from him.

  Chris’ cock was red and engorged, standing straight out from his body. It had the slightest curve at the top, and right now the head was wet with his pre-cum. She rolled the condom down his shaft and he climbed back into the bed.

  Robert’s cock was longer, his skin much fairer than Chris’. His shaft was standing well out from his body as if it was trying to get to her all by itself. Hastily she clothed it in latex and wiggled over to give him more space on the bed.

  Robert pushed Jenni onto her belly and squirted some lube into her ass. He rubbed it into the already softened and stretched tissues, then coated his condom with lube too.

  “You wasted your time washing your hands,” she mumbled into the pillows.

  “I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you, getting inside you. You’re so hot and welcoming. I can’t wait.”

  “I want you too, both of you. Right now.”

  “Less talking, more fucking,” said Chris, lying on his back and hauling Jenni up onto his body.

  Jenni couldn’t resist running her hands over the hard planes of his chest, and pressing her pointed, aching nipples against him.

  Both men groaned, so, naughtily, she rubbed her wet pussy over Chris’ thighs, sliding across from one of his legs to the other.

  “Dammit, I’m dying here. My cock will break off if you don’t climb aboard Chris soon, so I can get inside you, too.”

  Robert was still talking when Chris grabbed Jenni by the waist and lowered her onto his cock.

  She sighed with happiness as he stretched and filled her. Carefully she sank down on him until he was balls-deep inside her, then she wiggled a little bit, loving the feeling of being so deliciously full.

  Jenni leaned forward and kissed him. “Feels so good.”

  “Feels plenty good here, too,” Chris replied, pulling her to lie flat on his torso.

  “Hold that thought,” said Robert, pressing his cock to the ring of muscles surrounding Jenni’s dark hole.

  Easily, it popped through, and Robert pressed inside her. His cock slid deep. She’d thought she was full before, but she was even fuller now. Her channels stretched to accommodate the two big cocks, and she shivered in delight. She was so full. So very, very full. The feeling was beyond excellent, beyond awesome, beyond any other good feeling.

  “Mmm. There’s nothing as good as having you both inside me like this,” she murmured, loving the sensation of being sandwiched between two big, hard bodies, with balls pressing against her upper thighs from the front and the back simultaneously.

  “Nothing is as good as being inside you, together like this. You’re so hot and wet and welcoming. My cock is always very happy to be in your pussy. Or your ass. And feeling Robert right there inside you with me just makes it beyond good. Awesome with awesome sauce perhaps,” he joked.

  Jenni giggled, then moved her hips a little. “I thought you big bad wolves were going to fuck my brains out?”

  “We are, we are. Starting right now, and doing it again every single day for two weeks.” Robert raised his body up on his forearms and gradually withdrew his cock from her dark channel. When only the head remained inside her, he reversed his actions and began moving back in. As he pushed in, Chris began pulling out of her pussy, matching Robert’s slow speed, the synchronized actions of the penises heightening the sexual tension.

  Damn they’re good.

  The sliding cocks, one on either side of her thin, internal wall, were unbelievably sexy. She’d just had an orgasm, yet already little shivers were running through her body in anticipation of a much bigger orgasm that was starting to build deep inside her core.

  Jenni wiggled a little to encourage the men to move faster, but Chris just gripped her hips to hold her still as they maintained their slow, deliberate pace, one sliding out, as the other pressed in, then switching.

  She dug her nails into Robert’s ass, her arms stretched back to grip onto him, as she tried to force him to move faster.

  “Don’t rush us. Gonna eat you up slowly.” Chris held her hips even more tightly.

  However, they did speed up the pace of their strokes, until they were pistoning in and out of her, sweat sheening their shoulders, backs and foreheads, little grunts coming from them as they strained to hold onto their control.

  Jenni’s mind had stopped working. She was overwhelmed by blissful sensations from the cocks deep inside her, touching all her most erotic places, the four hands on her body, teasing her flesh. Deep in her belly, a coil of tension was winding ever tighter, her nerves responding to an overload of stimuli.

  She pressed her nipples into Chris’ chest, the diamond-hard points aching with desire. Her legs were tangled between theirs. She dug her toes into the mattress to ground her a little. Her hands fluttered over the bodies of the two men, petting and stroking, touching and teasing, trying to drive them as wild with need as she was.

  The ball of fire in her belly was going to explode.
She was so close, so very close, so—

  “YES!” she screamed, as the flames rushed through her, burning every nerve ending, bursting out of her breasts, her belly, her toes, her hands, the top of her head.

  Her cunt and ass clenched hard, gripping the cocks inside her. In that moment, she felt them both erupt, and hot streams of cum flow from them into their condoms. Still the waves of pleasure roared through her, on and on as the men thrust inside her in tandem, jetting more seed.

  Finally, their strokes grew gentler, the orgasm slowing, dying down. Jenni sagged onto Chris, her body a puddle of sweaty satiation, her mind still in a fog of fulfilled lust.

  “Thank you. Excellent orgasm, my wolves,” she whispered.

  “You’re pretty hot stuff yourself, little Jenni,” replied Robert, locking his legs around the three of them and rolling them onto their sides, the cocks still buried in Jenni.

  Chris bent down and pulled the starburst-patterned quilt over them. “We’ll clean up in a minute,” he suggested, wrapping his muscular arms around them both.

  “Right,” Jenni mumbled, yawned and was instantly asleep.

  ****

  Jenny woke to the smell of coffee bubbling and staggered into the tiny shower and toilet cubicle to get cleaned up, emerging into the bedroom area to dry herself.

  “How did you two manage to get dried in that shower room? You couldn’t possibly stretch both arms out at once to dry your backs.”

  “No, we toweled off and dressed out here. You were still asleep and I wanted to look at the maps to see where we might end up tonight,” Robert replied.

  “I thought I’d get started on breakfast. How do eggs and bacon and toast sound?” asked Chris.

  “Coffee first, then that sounds mighty good.” Jenni hung her towel over an open drawer and was rummaging in her suitcase for shorts and a tee shirt.

  “Where did you put my clothes from yesterday?” she asked, realizing she’d never tidied up in her haste to get to bed.

  “In the laundry hamper,” Chris mumbled through a mouthful of food.

  “What?”

  “Laundry hamper. Where do you normally put your dirty clothes?” Robert teased.

  Jenni started brushing her butt-length black hair. “Okay, smartass, where is the laundry hamper?”

  Chris opened a cupboard at the far end of the living room. Sure enough, inside was a laundry hamper, as well as a large trash can and smaller recycling can, all with firm-fitting lids.

  “Wow! Will’s dad thought of everything, didn’t he?”

  “Pretty much. Dude was real smart.” Chris took another bite of his meal.

  Jenni realized she was quite hungry and finished brushing her hair so she could drink the coffee Chris had put in front of her.

  After eating, she braided her hair into a neat plait while Chris washed the dishes and stacked them away into the cupboards that had little lips to stop things from moving around.

  Robert ran his finger over the map to show them how far they’d travelled the previous day and where they could be by nightfall.

  “We did a lot of miles yesterday. I reckon we can get to Resort City tonight if you want to keep on moving. There’s a trailer park there where we can set up camp for a few days, look around, go the beach.”

  “Sounds good,” said Jenni.

  “Hell yeah. I’m pretty sure I heard they’ve got a nudist beach there,” added Chris, leering.

  “How do you feel about a nudist beach, Jenni,” asked Robert, that worried frown once again creasing his forehead.

  “I wouldn’t want strangers taking photos of me naked. And sunburn might be a worry. But other than that, yeah, why not.”

  “We’ll make damn sure no one infringes on your privacy,” said Robert.

  “And we bought a big bottle of sunscreen, so we’re good to go there,” added Chris.

  “So how do you feel about another seven or eight hours of driving today?” asked Robert, the frown still faintly visible on his brow.

  “What’s the time now? It seems pretty early still.”

  “Seven thirty,” said Chris looking at his cell phone.

  “Even with stops we should be there before dark. Sounds good,” Jenni replied, jumping up to put her hairbrush away and dig out her cell phone to check for messages.

  ****

  By eight o’clock they were heading down the highway, Robert driving, Jenni navigating, and Chris entertaining them with a complicated story his grandmother had told him about her childhood.

  The day followed the same pattern as the previous one, with stops every few hours to stretch their legs and loosen their muscles. Jenni made them tuna salad sandwiches for lunch. They even played a game of leapfrog at one stage when they got tired of throwing the ball around.

  Mid-afternoon they stopped at a truck stop for fuel and Jenni emerged from the convenience store with three children’s jump ropes.

  “What the fuck?”

  “You’re not serious?”

  “What? Don’t you know how to skip? Did you know runners and boxers train using jump ropes? Skipping exercises a bunch of muscles and is an excellent aerobic activity.”

  “Well, I used to know how to do it. Bit like the hopscotch, I guess. Likely it’ll come back to me. Chris took a rope, choosing the blue one, and swung it a few times before trying to use it. After a few false starts, he was jumping happily, so Robert took the yellow rope and joined in.

  With the pink rope, Jenni jumped fast, then, slow, then one leg at a time. Once she had a rhythm going, she began doing crisscross jumps, her arms crossing her body without missing a beat.

  “I used to know how to do that!” Chris exclaimed and began trying. After a few miss-tries, he was crisscrossing along with Jenni.

  Meanwhile, Robert was jumping up and down the area beside the RV getting up speed as he went.

  After about ten minutes they were all laughing and puffing.

  “Good buy, Jenni. We’ll have a lot of fun with these,” said Robert.

  “Hell yeah,” added Chris, opening the cab door so they could all climb back inside the truck.

  ****

  Shortly after five, they were rolling down the main street of Resort City, checking the shops, admiring the beach, and watching for signs to the trailer park.

  “How does dinner at the Sea Shanty Inn Roadhouse sound?” suggested Robert.

  “Yes, fine, but we need to get plugged into power and stuff first at the trailer park, if we’re going to stay here for a few days. Then we can go walk around town and see the sights,” said Jenni.

  “Especially the sights at the nudist beach,” added Chris, then he ducked and laughed as Jenni slapped him.

  They were still laughing as they plugged the RV into the power outlet at their allocated site, then uncovered the bike and sidecar.

  “Hop in.” Robert held his arm out to help Jenni into the sidecar.

  “Thank you. But coming home I get to ride on the bike. Share and share alike here.”

  “Okay. The sidecar is a nice ride. We tested everything with Will before we rented it.”

  ****

  They sat around a table in the roadhouse waiting for their meals. The farther south they traveled the warmer the weather had become, so Jenni had changed from her simple tee shirt into a cream halter top that hugged her breasts. She was also wearing short denim shorts that displayed her rounded ass cheeks to advantage.

  What the hell, everyone will be looking at the guys not at me. Besides, any place with a nudist beach isn’t going to be too picky about a dress code.

  The men looked delicious. Chris was in a tight, white wife-beater that displayed all his muscles to perfection, and soft, well-washed denims that fit his ass and thighs like a second skin.

  Robert looked just as hunky in black jeans and a deep blue tee that complemented his fair skin, black hair and blue eyes.

  Fuck, but they look good. Yes, indeed. No one will see me at all while I’m with them.

  “So h
ow come you both know how to drive that big truck and a motor bike? Did you learn when you first thought of the idea for this holiday? Doesn’t it take a lot longer than that?” she asked.

  “We’ve both had truck licenses, bike licenses, and extension platform licenses for a couple of years now,” said Chris.

  Robert explained, “A couple of years ago the boss missed out on a big contract because there was a strike going on and none of the company drivers were prepared to risk being considered strike breakers, even though what the company needed had nothing to do with the strike.

  “So he sulked about it for a week or so, then announced that any office staff willing to learn to operate industrial vehicles could attend the courses on company time at company expense.”

  “So Robert and I talked about it, and decided learning to drive a truck might be fun. So we did the course. We enjoyed it so much we did the scissor-lift training, learned how to operate forklift trucks, then got our motorbike licenses.”

  “Yeah, and by then the boss decided enough was enough and we were back to being desk jockeys again,” laughed Robert.

  “But it was good fun for a couple of months there,” Chris said, his chocolate eyes sparkling with joy.

  “Besides, it’s come in mighty useful now,” added Jenni.

  Although the Sea Shanty Inn Roadhouse looked quite ordinary, the food was tasty, yet cheap, and the service was good. After their meal they wandered out of the building. In the doorway Jenni bumped into a buxom young woman dressed in tailored black, her hair in a semi-formal up do.

  Bet she’s hot all dressed up like that in this climate, thought Jenni, shaking her long black hair so it flowed around her face cooling her head.

  “Where do you want to go now?” asked Robert. “There’s still at least an hour of daylight left.”

  “Let’s ride along the coast a ways and check out the beaches,” suggested Jenni.

  “Let’s check out the nudist beach,” said Chris, accentuating the word “nudist”.