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I thought Connor was spent but young guys are full of surprises. Without pulling out of me, he gripped my waist with one arm and turned me over, scooping me around like I weighed nothing.
Then he pounded me. And when I say pounded, I mean he drilled me. He fucked me like a machine that had gone crazy. I tried to grab his ass and pull him into me even harder but I couldn’t reach. I settled for his back instead and dug my fingernails in.
Connor howled, lifted me up in the seated position. He was on his knees and I was straddling him again. But this time
he was doing the fucking. He was rocking back and forth, lifting me by my waist and pulling me down onto him. Each yank downward was ecstasy.
I don’t know how to explain it. He fucked me like he was angry but every pump, every slide into my pussy felt like it carried the weight of a thousand years’ worth of love saved up. He wanted me to feel every inch of him, every drop of him, every piece of his being.
Somehow I knew that he understood what it meant to care for me, to love his Dove, and do all that he could to see me satisfied.
I wished he could come again. To feel the heat of his seed burst inside of me again would be perfect but it was impossible. He’d already started to soften. Still, even with his cock shrinking a little, he did his best to please me again.
Finally, I stopped moving and sat down on him, squishing his flaccid cock against himself.
“It’s okay,” I said as I stroked his face. “You’re my fellow now. I love you, Connor. We’ll have many more nights like this one.”
“God I hope so,” he said in my neck as he pulled me in tight, wrapping his strong arms around me. “I’ve always been in love with you, Lauren. Since the day we came up the mountain. I was young then but you were perfect in my eyes and I knew I’d be with you one day.”
“My love, you are. You’re mine,” I said.
With that, we lay down and talked for a while. I learned so much about Connor that night and told him secrets only my other two husbands knew. He was one of us now. He was family.
As I got dressed and waited for Connor to start his day with me, which meant walking me over to the town meeting, I couldn’t help giggling as I remembered his reaction when I inserted the first anal bead. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was one of his favorite toys. We had a lot of fun that night. He learned so much and brought a lot of that knowledge home with him.
Bentley and Alé, although hesitant at first to have him included, seemed to understand my soon-to-be new husband’s roll in the family and they welcomed their new brother with open arms.
That was just over a year ago. Now they all got a long just fine as long as they all respected the rules and only penetrated me on THEIR day. In some ways I felt like a party favor. I tried not to let it bother me as this was what the women of the Dove wanted, to be doted over and treated like goddesses, and my fellows definitely worshiped me.
I left my bedroom and was immediately greeted by my sons. Anthony and Alex ran to me waving papers in their hands. Anthony’s long hair bounced as he hobbled through the kitchen and over to me. Alex came at me with a brisk walk.
“Mama, I drew you pushing me on the swings in the park!” Anthony yelled.
“And I drew my daddies and you and me and Amphony holding hands,” Alex said as he handed me his drawing.
They were adorable. I bent down to see the drawings and then scooped them both up in my arms and tickled them. The sound of their laughter was the best tune on earth. I wanted to bottle it up and sell it to the rest of the community. It would definitely make everyone a lot happier. Not that happiness was on the verge of extinction or anything. It was quite the opposite actually. In the Dove, everything was joyous.
Connor came out of his room looking handsome in a tight polo shirt that showed off his massive chest. His blonde hair had grown a little and his tangles hung down over his ears. I loved it. I’d been trying to get him to grow it out for years. I’d always told him he looked a little like Richard from the movie The Blue Lagoon. It was our thing. I called him Richard and he called me Emmeline.
They were brother and sister in that movie though right? Not really the romantic gesture I was going for but I’ll take what I can get.
Connor wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. He always had a clean scent, fresh and crisp, like an ocean breeze with a hint of pine. I never used the men’s shower so I wasn’t quite sure what kind of cologne or lotion or shampoo it was giving him that scent but whatever it was I liked it.
Bentley’s smell always reminded me of firewood or auto grease depending on what part of the day I was nestling my nose in his neck. It wasn’t a bad smell. It was manly and strong. Alé always smelled a little musky after his long days out at the security border. Then after a shower he smelled like coconut oil.
God I loved my men. The look of them…the smell of them…the touch of them.
“You ready to go?” Connor asked.
“We haven’t eaten breakfast,” I reminded him.
“The meeting starts in just a few. I was thinking we’d just grab a bite at Dominic’s.”
Dominic was one of the single guys in camp who hadn’t yet tied himself down. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but rumors were that he was gay. Any guy who’d spoken to him about it came back with the same story. He wasn’t gay, just hadn’t decided on who he’d like to invite on a suitor visit.
I had a feeling he was waiting for someone special and if my suspicions were right, the town would find out soon enough just who he had in mind.
As a single guy with no chores other than to join in on a security rotation, Dominic spent his days selling pancakes, eggs, and sausages from a vendor cart at the center of town and occasionally selling hamburgers in the evening. The burgers depended on his schedule. No security detail for him meant our answer to fast food. When he was called to the gates, we were stuck with home-cooked meals.
