Page 88 of The Holy Grail

She’ll either love it ... or hate it

Because neither of them had slept very well the night before, they all decided to take a nap upstairs.

When Jules woke up a few hours later, she lay there, a little disoriented.

Part of it was because she didn’t take naps very often, but most of it was due to the fact that when she’d fallen asleep, she’d been in the middle of the bed, with Malcom on her left, Evan on her right.

However, she was now on the outside left, staring at Evan’s back as he laid in the middle, with Malcom occupying the far right side of the bed.

Before Jules could ask what had happened, Evan began speaking to Malcom in a low voice, as if to keep from waking her. “I really am sorry about last night, especially the part where I hit you. I was such an asshole.”

“I was an asshole, too,” Malcom countered in an equally low voice. “I think I hit you because you were a proxy for my dad, to be honest. I mean, you did piss me off with the ‘scared little boy’ comment, but the real anger behind my hitting you was fueled by what happened with my dad.”

“You throw a pretty good punch, by the way.”

“Really? I’ve never hit anyone before, so ... that’s kind of ironic.”

“Are you serious?” Evan asked, surprise in his voice.

“No. I’ve never actually been hit before, either.”

“Oh, Christ. Now I feel even worse, knowing I’m the first person to hit you.”

“You did say you wanted all my ‘firsts’,” Malcom lightly teased .

Evan released a self-deprecating groan, before murmuring, “Well, then I’m glad I was the first person you hit, because I deserved it. Like, really fucking deserved it—more than I’ve ever deserved it in my life, to be honest.”

“How many times have you … deserved it?”

“Well, let’s just say I’ve been in my fair share of fights, and I probably deserved it half the time.”

“So, you’ve been punched a few times?”

“More than a few.”

Suddenly, Malcom shifted, and Jules closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep, and a few moments later, when she cautiously opened one eye it was to see him now partially lying on top of Evan, who was now flat on his back, and bending down to kiss him.

“Does this hurt your lip?” Malcom asked.

Evan’s response was swift. “Not enough for me to make you stop.”

Remaining as still as possible, Jules took in the beauty of the two shirtless men lying chest to chest as they began kissing in earnest, thoroughly enjoying the sounds they made—soft moans deep in their throats, along with deeper groans in between.

It was the deeper groans that had her becoming almost uncomfortably turned on, to the point where she released a little sigh of pleasure of her own, just loud enough to catch the attention of both men.

Suddenly, there was a set of blue eyes and a set of brown eyes looking at her.

Evan was the first to speak. “How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to get turned on.”

“You’ve been watching us?” Malcom wanted to know.

“Of course. You two are fun to watch,” she said.

“Well, quit watching and come join us.”

Accepting the invitation, she scooted over until she was right next to them, giving each one a kiss.

Then, deciding to find out if they were totally naked, she lifted the bed covers to take a look.

To her delight, they were totally naked with matching erections, and with Malcom’s leg thrown over one of Evan’s, their cocks were pressed together.

The sight motivated her to toss the covers off completely and reach over to take them both in one hand, making each man groan.

After rubbing them for a minute, she bent down, and slowing her strokes a little, began sucking on first one head and then the other, using the tip of her tongue to gently tease underneath each glans and press into each slit at the top, tasting the drops of pre-come as they appeared .

At first, both Malcom and Evan watched as she lavished attention on them simultaneously, but soon they were kissing one another again, and as Jules angled herself so she could gaze up at them, she was able to see their kisses become more demanding and consuming, their tongues meeting with breathy groans.

Jules found it interesting to see Evan slide a hand up to Malcom’s throat and gently squeeze, and see how much he apparently did like it.

Jules spent time on each man’s balls, learning who liked it a little rough (Evan) and learning who liked their shaft nibbled on (Malcom), and when they began showing signs of approaching an orgasm, she slowed down.

This brought both men’s attention slowly back to her, and this time when they looked down at her, their expressions were heavy with arousal, and a sight to behold, especially with Evan’s hand still on Malcom’s throat.

Gently, she gave each little head a sweet kiss before saying, “I’m not sure what the protocol would be, but I think I’m in the mood to try fucking you both.”

“What?” Malcom blinked at her. “You mean like … at the same time?”

“Yes. That’s the ‘both’ part I mentioned.”

“Sorry,” he apologized, slightly embarrassed. “I just … wasn’t expecting that. You know, out of the blue.”

Evan was quiet for several moments, then asked. “You think you’re in the mood? You’re not sure ?”

She nodded. “I’ve never done it, so I don’t know what it’s going to be like, or if I’m even going to like it, therefore I can’t be sure.

But, I’d like to try it, and then after that, I’ll know what it’s like to be sure I’m in the mood the next time.

Or, if I ever want there to be a next time, in which case I’ll know I won’t be in the mood to do it. ”

Evan’s brows pulled inward. “I’m not completely following what you just said, but I’m in,” he told her. “What about you, Mal?”

Looking both nervous and excited, Malcom murmured, “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m on board, too.”

Evan turned back to Jules. “All right, let’s do it. First, though, I need you to go get my backpack from the trunk of my car and bring it in here.”

After retrieving the backpack from Evan’s car, the first thing Jules did was look inside (because she was curious like that), only to stare at the contents in amused surprise.

There were two large boxes of condoms, a box of latex gloves, several different types of lube, a half dozen butt plugs in various sizes (having never seen one in real life, she had to assume that’s what they were), and a small plastic bowl.

There was also a new bottle of George Clooney’s tequila, three shot glasses, and three bottles of flavored Advanced Care Pedialyte.

As she was approaching the bedroom, she heard the two men talking very quietly, and paused.

“Is there a chance we won’t be able to physically do this?” Malcom asked.

Jules frowned at that, because in books it seemed to be relatively easy to do—and while she knew it wouldn’t be that easy, she hadn’t really thought there might be a chance they couldn’t do it at all .

“There’s always a chance,” Evan replied. “But relaxing Jules is the key—as is a ton of lube. Making her come while some plugs are in play before the actual double penetration will help, so we should try and get her off at least twice.”

Jules nodded, definitely approving of that part of the plan.

“Okay,” said Malcom. “I assume you’re going to be the one in charge of the plugs?”

“Yes, and you’ll be in charge of getting her off … which I’d like you to do while she’s riding your face.”

“Not that I’m in any way opposed to it, but why that way, specifically?”

Evan lowered his voice, so Jules had no choice but to take a few steps closer to the bedroom doorway so she could hear the answer, which turned out to be quite detailed and planned out.

Malcom obviously thought so, too, because he mused, “It seems like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“I’ve had good experiences with this game plan, so to speak.

It does help to have the logistics squared away, so everything goes as smoothly as possible.

That’s the goal, anyway.” There was a pause and then Evan said, “It can be kind of overwhelming for the woman—for obvious reasons—but also for the men, too. Once we’re both in her, it won’t last very long, and by not very long, I mean like only a minute or two. Three, max.”

“Really? That’s it?”

“Really. Afterwards, you’re going to feel like you just ran a marathon, and I’m not even joking. We’ll probably have to take another nap, after our bath— ”

“Our bath?”

“That’s part of the aftercare.” Evan cleared his throat, then continued.

“Anyway, with both of us in there, she’ll be really, really tight, and you’ll also feel me, which adds to the stimulation.

It’ll feel like your rubbing your cock against mine, so be prepared for that, too.

Also, we’ll have to alternate strokes, so that when I’m in, you’re almost out, and when I’m almost out, you’re in, get it? ”

“Got it. So, uh, what’s your experience with women liking it or not?”

“Honestly? She’ll either love it … or hate it. There’s usually no in-between.”

“So, making sure she likes it the first time is kind of important.”

“Yes, but I’m pretty good at prep, so I’m not worried. You shouldn’t be, either. Just lay back, enjoy the ride, and try not to blow too soon.”

With their conversation about her seemingly at an end, Jules entered the bedroom.

“Only you would have a butt-sex backpack,” she teased Evan, as she set it on the bed.

In her absence, the ‘sex’ blanket had been laid down on top of the comforter, and all the blinds had been closed, softening the light in the room.

“It’s important to always be prepared,” Evan defended himself as he took the backpack and began removing the contents while Malcom watched with curiosity. “I was a Boy Scout, you know.”

“You were?” Jules and Malcom said together.

“I didn’t make Eagle Scout, but I came close.

” Then, holding up his right hand, with his pinkie bent down and thumb pressing on it holding it in place, and the remaining three fingers in an upright position, Evan began to recite, “On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty, to God and my country and to obey the Scout law, to help other people at all times, to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.”

At their shocked expressions, he explained, “That’s the Scout oath.”

Jules found the ‘morally straight’ part to be interesting, but decided not to get into that right now. Instead, she asked, “What’s the Scout law you have to obey?”

Without missing a beat, Evan said, “A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.”

Malcom shared a look with Jules. “Why does this make him even hotter?”

She ran her eyes up and down Evan’s body. “Maybe it’s because he recited all that while naked?”

“Oh, that’s it,” Malcom said in quick agreement. “That’s totally it.”

Once the backpack was empty, Jules mused, “Most of this makes sense, except maybe the tequila and Pedialyte.”

“I’m actually wondering about the latex gloves,” Malcom countered.

“The gloves are mainly for prostate massages,” Evan explained with a glance at Malcom, before turning back to Jules. “The tequila is to take the edge off before we start, and Pedialyte is part of the aftercare.”

“Aftercare?” Jules asked, wondering if she needed to be a little more worried about what she’d volunteered to do.

“Double penetration is pretty intense, and I’ve found that electrolytes help afterward.”

“That actually seems reasonable,” she allowed, then changed the subject to something more benign. “So when does my first orgasm get underway?”

“Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” Malcom wanted to know.

“Just the last minute or so. And in my defense, there’s no way you two had any expectation of privacy when you knew I’d be returning in a few minutes.”

For a second, as he remembered the night he and Jules met, and discussed the finer points of what legally constituted ‘eavesdropping’, he smiled.

It was a good memory, but before he could dwell on it any longer, he was brought back by Evan asking her, “Then you probably know the plan is to get you loosened up with a couple of orgasms?”

She rubbed her hands together. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Liking her enthusiasm, Evan told her, “Good. So, first things first … you need to lose the clothes, and then—”

“I know. Mal’s going to finger me while you get the first plug in, then while I ride Mal’s face, you’ll do some behind the scenes plug-play and switch the smaller one out for a bigger one.

After I come twice, I hop on Mal’s cock, and then you knock on my back door with your cock.

Two minutes later—maybe three if we’re lucky—when it’s over and we’re all wrecked in a good way, we chug some Pedialyte, take a bath, and maybe another nap.

” She blinked at him. “Did I miss anything?”

Evan totally wanted to laugh at her ridiculous summary (even though it was fairly accurate), but instead gave her a bland look. “You forgot about the shots of Clooney’s tequila.”