Page 90 of The Holy Grail

She actually thought about it, but was determined not to quit. “If you pull out, I’m going to punch you in the balls.”

He released a quick laugh, before telling her, “That’s what I was hoping to hear. Now … when I push in, you need to push back against me.”

As she followed his instructions, the initial bite of discomfort lessened and gave way to the feeling of being stretched and the sensation of being impossibly full.

“We’re almost there,” Evan said.

“Thank God,” Malcom whispered under his breath.

Ignoring him, because he only had to lie there (and how hard could that be?), Jules’ attention stayed on Evan. She assumed he was trying to be encouraging by telling her they were almost ‘there’, but it actually had the opposite effect. “Jesus, are you kidding? How much more of your cock is there?”

“Just an inch. Maybe two. ”

“Uh, is it one inch, or two?”

There was a pause. “Three.”

Three more inches? “Jesus, your cock is a lot bigger than the plug, isn’t it?” she muttered.

“Why, thank you,” he returned, as if he’d just received the best compliment ever, and it was making him blush.

Underneath her, Malcom’s body shook with silent laughter, because apparently he thought that was humorous.

“You’ll be dealing with his cock in the near future, so I hope you’re taking notes,” Jules told him, with a little sprinkling of salt.

“I am, and you’re doing great. So great.”

She could see the sincerity and pride in his eyes, and it gave Jules a surge of energy. As Evan began pushing forward again, she took a deep breath and pushed back against him, almost forcefully, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open a little as she felt him sink all the way in.

Holy shit.

Locking gazes with Malcom, Evan said, “I’m in,” with a huge sense of relief. For a moment, he was still, just enjoying the complete, utter perfection of the moment, of the three of them joined together.

“Jesus, I know,” Malcom rasped, taking a deep breath as his balls felt the weight of Evan’s. “Now start moving, because that two minutes you were talking about—maybe three—is starting to feel like it might only be one.”

Evan pulled back slowly, and then pushed back in, feeling the length of Malcom’s cock as he pulled back and they established a slow, slightly uncoordinated rhythm. “Does this hurt?” Evan asked Jules.

“No, but it’s …”

“It’s what?”

“It’s a lot.” She’d thought the previous pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, but this was beyond that.

This was controlled chaos, and as Jules tossed away all remaining vestiges of modesty, inhibition, and feelings of embarrassment (not that she’d ever had them in anything but short supply), she became singularly focused on the two men inside her, and the demanding drive to come.

It was all a little overwhelming, her entire body trembling with adrenaline, and her skin feeling like it was on fire, that when she began to feel the rise to orgasm for a third time, it was almost unrecognizable. “Oh, shit …”

“Are you going to come again?” Malcom asked, surprised, and yet ... wasn’t. Jules really was a marvel.

Breathing hard, she whispered, “I think so.”

Wanting her to hit the mark one more time, he did his best to help facilitate it by keeping his own orgasm at bay, but simply wasn’t able to do it for long.

As he came with a guttural, “Oh, fuck,” he gripped Jules’ hips and held her in place as he pulsed inside her for what seemed like forever. “Oh, my God.”

Now spent, but still inside her, he murmured to Jules, “Lift up a little,” and when she did, he slid a hand in between them and quickly found her clit.

“Just like that,” she told him, as he began to rub in a rhythmic circle, bringing her orgasm closer. “I’m really close.”

“So am I,” Evan replied, not sounding happy about it. “Get ready.”

A few seconds later, Jules felt him pulsing inside her ass, and he announced his own orgasm with a matching, “Oh, fuck,” followed by a long, drawn-out groan.

With Evan continuing to move in and out of her, and Malcom still working her clit, it didn’t take very long before Jules felt the telltale signs she was coming—the rising tide of tingles that spread to all parts of her body, then rushed back to her clit, and then the explosive peak, followed by a slow-motion descent, until she was finally still.

As she collapsed on him in a boneless heap, Evan came to rest on her, sandwiching her in between him and Malcom.

“Look at us,” Evan said with a smile.

“Look at us,” Jules and Malcom repeated, with smiles of their own.

They were all breathing heavily and sweating like they’d just competed in an Ironman competition, and even though she felt as though she’d been hit by a train, she couldn’t help but murmur, “We’ll definitely be doing that again.”

Evan and Malcom exchanged glances and chuckles. “I told you, she’d either love it or hate it,” Evan said.

A few moments later, with his cock having softened considerably, he reluctantly eased out of Jules very slowly (earning a small sigh of relief from her) and after a soft kiss to her temple, went to discard the condom in the bathroom, taking the small bowl holding the plugs with him for cleaning.

After taking care of that business, he got the bath water running, adding bubble bath and handfuls of Epsom salts.

Then, even though it was only mid-afternoon, he lit a couple of candles to create a relaxing ambiance in the room.

Satisfied with everything, he made his way back to the bedroom, where he found Jules and Malcom still laying together on the bed, talking quietly.

“You really liked it?” Malcom was asking.

“I did. I mean, at first, it was uncomfortable because I’ve never had a dick in my ass—or anything else, really—but the finish was mind-blowing.” She looked into his eyes. “Are you worried about your first time?”

“A little. I’m pretty sure I have the pain tolerance of a five year old.”

“I don’t think you need to be worried—and I say that knowing I have no one to compare Evan to, but it seemed like he knew what he was doing. Plus, you won’t be taking two dicks, so it would have to be an easier experience for you.”

Evan picked up the bottles of Pedialyte and inclined his head toward the bathroom, in an unspoken invitation for them to join him.

“Must be time for the after care,” Jules surmised, totally understanding now why it was a thing.

“Thank God,” Malcom said as he took her hand and helped her off the bed. “I need it.”

“Please. You need it?”

“I almost killed myself trying not to come, to make it better for you. Without any acknowledgement, I might add.”

“Well, let me rectify that and say your two—maybe three minutes—of valiant effort were much appreciated.”

Turning serious, he stopped to give her a long kiss, full of emotion and promise. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Once in the bath, they all squabbled briefly over who got the Chilled Cherry flavored Pedialyte, with Jules finally laying claim to it by using the I just got double penetrated card (which she decided she was going to use every chance she got), leaving the men to work out who got Berry Frost or Iced Grape.

The three of them then lay in the hot, bubble-filled water, leaning back against the side of the tub, shoulder-to-shoulder, relaxing and drinking their electrolytes, sometimes talking, sometimes not.

When the water started to cool, they got out, and the two men carefully dried Jules off, then wrapped her in a bathrobe and told her to go lay down, promising to join her for a nap in a few minutes.

When they did, they found her crashed on the bed, looking like she’d literally flopped down in the middle and passed out on her stomach, arms and legs in all directions, with her head turned and mouth partially open.

Amused at the wrecked picture she made, both men took several moments to simply watch her sleep.

“Long live the queen,” Evan said softly.

“Long live the queen,” Malcom agreed.