Page 14 of A Very Surrey SFS Christmas

“Fetch it,” Clayton commanded, and she hurried to obey.

Soon they all lounged naked on the bed, kept warm by the roaring fire, and their own lust. Clayton slicked one hand with the oil, but instead of preparing her, the teasing wretch roughly handled Joseph’s swollen cock, kissing him greedily until Joseph cried out and came all over Clayton’s hand.

“Excellent,” Clayton praised as he reached for his discarded smock and wiped away the seed with a corner. Then he stroked Joseph’s hair and cupped his cheek. “Now you’re going to suck my cock while I feast on Susanna’s cunt.”

“Would you…would you suck my nipples first?” asked Susanna awkwardly. “I know it’s odd. And might be a bit messy. But when I touch them lately, it feels so nice—”

“Susie,” said Joseph, smiling slightly. “After tears, spittle, seed, quim honey, even a little blood, we are hardly going to be scandalized by a few drops of breast milk.”

She stilled. Then giggled. “You know, you are quite right.”

Draping herself over a pile of pillows, Susanna raised her arms above her head and offered herself for plunder. When her men curled in either side and each kissed a nipple, she moaned in delight as the licks and tugs sent jolts of pleasure directly to her aching clitoris. Knowing exactly how much she craved their touch, Clayton and Joseph exchanged a wicked glance, before each trailing a finger down her belly and pushing it deep inside her wet quim. As they sucked her nipples, as those fingers twisted and dueled, Susanna could only beg for more, more, more…

A low wail tore from her throat as she climaxed, the power of it nearly making her swoon. Yet the orgasm didn’t ease the raging fire, it only intensified it. After showing her profound gratitude with lingering kisses for both men, she turned to Joseph and purred, “What say we both suck Clay’s cock?”

It took a little maneuvering on the bed, but when Clayton lay between them, they teased his cock with their tongues, long, slow laps of the impressive length, and delicate little flicks of the near-purple head that dripped with moisture.

“Fuck,” Clayton breathed as he guided their heads. “That’s it. Perfect. Now Joseph, suck me down your throat. Susanna, stroke my balls…oh fuck…”

Whimpering at the erotic sight of Clayton climaxing in her husband’s mouth, of Joseph greedily swallowing it all, Susanna squirmed on the bed. First orgasms were delightful, but the second always seemed to be stronger and harder, feeling twice as good when both men were inside her. Fortunately, she knew from experience it wouldn’t be long until they were ready again.

“I love you both,” she whispered, resting her head on Clayton’s chest. “So very much.”

His arm tightened around her, and Joseph linked his fingers with hers. They lay entwined, occasionally kissing, occasionally stroking, murmuring compliments and words of love. Yet soon the kisses became more urgent, the touching more sensual, and Susanna moaned in helpless longing to be taken.

“On your hands and knees, darling,” said Clayton. “Let’s prepare that lush little ass of yours.”

When he slicked two fingers in oil and circled her back entrance, she shuddered. But as those strong, sure, painter’s fingers penetrated the tight hole, a sob caught in her throat at the delicious burn that eased into sweet friction.

“How shall we sit?” asked Joseph. “I mean…Susie, it’s up to you if you want to try for another baby or not.”

Susanna smiled at him. “In the spring I should like to try again. But not just now.”

Clayton caressed her backside. “Agreed. Joseph, recline on those pillows so you’re almost sitting up. We’ll lower Susanna onto your cock so you can fuck her ass, and I’ll kneel between her legs. Much easier to withdraw that way and come on her belly.”

After they coated Joseph’s erect cock in oil, the two men gently guided her down onto it, Clayton holding her under her arms, and Joseph guiding her hips. She groaned when her well-trained back entrance stretched to allow the thick head inside, the burn, the sheer fullness making her head swim. When Joseph’s cock was lodged to the hilt, they both panted at the exquisite sensation of him throbbing inside her.

“Ready, darling?” said Clayton, his tenderness warming her to the soul.

“Mmmmm. Yes. Fuck me.”

He teased her with his cock, rubbing the head against her clitoris and slicking it with her honey, before slowly, so slowly, pushing it in. “What a sweet, hot cunt.”

“Oh God,” she gasped, her head falling back onto Joseph’s shoulder as she balanced on the cliff edge of pleasure and pain while her body adjusted to the double penetration. But her men knew how to assist, the wicked talk that made her so wet, the teasing tweaks of her nipples and clitoris, and soon she needed friction as much as they did.

Beneath her, Joseph rocked his hips. Above her, Clayton advanced and withdrew in an easy, lazy rhythm. And it was enough, oh sweet heaven it felt good, and she barely muffled her ecstatic scream as her senses dissolved in an agony of white-hot sensation. Seconds later both men followed her into bliss with primal roars, Joseph climaxing hard inside her backside, and Clayton spurting all over her belly.

After disentangling themselves and cleaning up with Clayton’s smock, they cuddled together on the bed, utterly exhausted.

“Three thirds make a whole,” said Joseph, his dark eyes shining.

Clayton nodded. “Can’t think of a better gift than bedding those I love. Now stay exactly as you are. I want to paint a scene of sated Christmas Eve lust.”

Susanna just smiled.

Merry Christmas Eve, indeed.