Moans in the Night Page 5

  “You should see his face baby, you’re making him feel so good, and he’s lost in his own world now. It’s that tight ass of yours, ya know? I always lose my head when I’m in your ass.”

  Samuel was behind me, groaning, panting, and making me feel so good. His cock driving into me, Jacob under me, whispering to me, made my body clench in orgasm again and this time Samuel followed me. He growled my name as the hot cum left his cock, then he collapsed beside of us.

  Jacob, always the one to recover first it seemed, pulled me off of him, laid me beside Samuel, and told me he was going to have a shower. I snuggled up to Samuel and Jacob pulled the covers over us.

  “Thank you Isadora. Thank you so much.” He whispered to me as he walked away.

  “Yes, thank you Isadora. You are absolutely wonderful and you’ve never been more beautiful to me.”

  “Thank you Samuel. You’ve both opened up an entirely new world to me and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us. You’ve both given me a gift I mean to cherish.” With that I kissed him, laid my head down, and told him to wake me when it was my turn for the shower. I desperately needed a nap and no further thought was possible. Replete, exhausted, I fell asleep with a mind full of the things we had done but contented, quiet, and feeling safe for the first time in weeks.

  6

  Waking I knew a few hours had passed by how I felt. Almost rested but in need of a little more sleep if I could have it. What had woke me up this time? Looking down the bed I could see that each of my men were pulling a stocking off my legs.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Shhh, quiet princess, we’re not quite done for the night.” Jacob said as he moved up the bed, taking Samuel’s stocking with him as he came up to me. Drawing close to me he wrapped the stockings around me head, covering my eyes. Oh boy. More fun.

  “We’re going to be gentle, my love. We’ve both had a shower and a nap so we wanted to make sure you were comfortable. We’re going to take you to the bathroom and clean you. Then we’re going to put a nightgown on you and we’re all going to sleep for a while. Is that okay with you?” Jacob asked this as he pulled me off the bed leading me to the shower.

  Samuel stepped in behind us, I could hear. Jacob sat me on the toilet and left me. One of them turned the shower on and steam filled the room. Not knowing what to expect, but expecting some sort of play, I stood when one of them pulled me up.

  Whoever had started the shower had set it to the perfect temperature and I moaned in pleasure as the hot water sluiced over me. One of them was in there and I yelped as a wash-cloth covered hand touched my stomach.

  “Shhh, it’s okay Is, it’s just us.” The sound was so low I couldn’t tell which one had spoken but I think it was Jacob.

  Then I felt the other one come into the shower. My hair was being washed, my body scrubbed, and I was in heaven again. The loss of sight enhanced the sensations of being touched, made the scent of the soap more powerful and I was lost to sensation again.

  The soap was rinsed from my hair as my hands were both guided down to stiff cocks. I finally knew which was which. Samuel was washing my hair, Jacob washing my body then. The soap had transferred to their bodies and as they washed me twin sighs filled the air as the slickness caused my hands to glide easily over both cocks. Having the same idea the men leaned back against the wall as I sat on the edge of the tub. The water rained down on them, removing the soap, as I leaned forward to take Samuel into my mouth. I wasn’t being preferential; it was simply a matter of wanting to feel him again. I knew Jacob, and Samuel hadn’t cum in my mouth tonight yet. I wanted to taste his cum.

  But I worked both of my fellas, my hand never stilling on Jacob’s cock as I sucked Samuel. I knew what their plan had been but I didn’t need coddling, I needed cumming. I sucked Samuel, hard, on the verge of inducing pain, but I wanted him to cum quickly. I also wanted him to know I was there. To know it was me sucking him, that it was my choice to do it, and that I was going to do it as I chose.

  “Is, I’m gonna cum babe, stop.”

  But I didn’t, I just moved my head faster, pushing down further on his cock until I had all of it in my mouth and down my throat. I invited his cum into my throat with a moan, hoping the vibration would finish him and it did. I took each shot, swallowing it all as he gave it. He slumped against the wall, finally empty.

  “Well, my darling, that just leaves you and me. If you don’t mind I’d like one more fuck tonight.” With a grin I told Jacob of my plans. “I’m going to go kneel on the couch. I want you to fuck me from behind as Samuel watches. He’s been behind me all night. I’d like to see him from the front for a change.”

  “Your wish is our command, love of mine. Samuel, can you move yet? Good, get in bed then buddy.”

  Moving over to the couch I looked at Samuel in the bed. His face was filled with anticipation and excitement. I hope it was as entertaining for him as it had been for Jacob earlier.

  I then watched as Jacob moved into the room, and then went behind me. I’d only wanted to feel him inside of me again but instead he bent me over the back of the couch, my face still high enough to look at Samuel watching us. Jacob leaned over behind me and spread my ass wide. Startled I jumped as Jacob shoved his tongue as far down into my pussy as he could reach. His tongue licked my clit, a middle finger entering my ass. I guess he was determined to give Samuel a show!

  My husband, knowledgeable about my body, perfectly licked my clit, his thumb entering me between my labia as he finger-fucked my ass. Unable to control myself I closed my ass and bounced on my husband’s face and hands.

  “Jacob, that’s it baby, oh you do that so well darling! More, give me more!” My demands were met with a cock, a hard one, right up my pussy.

  Jacob held onto my ass, pulling me back onto his hard dick. I’m sure my skin would be bruised tomorrow but I didn’t care right now, I only wanted more.

  “Fuck, Is, I’m taking pictures of you at some point. You have to see what you look like with your face all screwed up while you get fucked. That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen! Fuck her Jacob, get that cock up in there buddy!” Apparently Samuel had decided to join us vocally, if not physically. “I’ll be jerking off again tomorrow, thinking about this shit. Damn Issy, are you cumming again babe? That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen!”

  Jacob was grunting behind me and I knew what those sounds meant, he was about to fill me full of his cum! Quickly standing up and turning around I positioned Jacob and I so that Samuel could see what was about to happen.

  Taking Jacob’s pussy flavoured cock into my mouth I began to suck him off. Looking deep into his eyes, I sucked his cock as I fondled his testicles, sliding a finger to the area behind them and pressing. Jacob’s eyes crossed and the first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and drove his cock down my throat with one final thrust as he finished. Letting my head go he slumped over on the couch.

  Standing up, rather wobbly I must admit, I walked over to the bed.

  “Scoot over Samuel, I think we’re all done now.” I said as I climbed in beside him. “I think it’s going to take me a week to recover from this. I don’t know about you two but I’m worn the fuck out.” I snuggled down into the wonderfully cool sheets and quickly fell into that half-sleep, where you hear but are don’t really know you do.

  “Thank you, Jacob.” Samuel whispered.

  “For what?” Jacob asked.

  “For allowing this tonight. For letting me come here with you two, for feeding me, for being my friend and offering me more than I should have ever asked for.”

  “Samuel, buddy, it wasn’t just me. Isadora allowed it too. She loves you, though she may not say it yet. She does and has for a long time. She loves me too and that has made it really hard for her, sometimes, being around both of us. She loves you just as much as she loves me but it is different. I’m not jealous, not at all, just amazed that a single person has that much capacity to love. And I
only want her to be happy. And I’m a bit of a perv. I’ve always wanted her to reach the heights she’s reached tonight. Her pleasure, her joy, her happiness, is mine. Sharing her with you is easy, when it’s you my friend. I know you won’t hurt her, that you’ll protect her with your very life. And we’ll do the same for you. We’re all a unit now and we are here for each other.”

  “If you two don’t stop slobbering all over each other we’re not going to get any sleep. And I want a replay of today so come to bed and get some rest. We’re all going to need it.” I rolled back over after they climbed back into bed. One man on each side of me. Warm, content, and happy with the world, despite the monsters outside, and knowing that my life had once again changed in ways that were completely unimaginable, I fell asleep with my two men just as happy as me. And that was the first night I slept without nightmares. My men had taken care of those for the night.

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  End of Part 1

  Part II

  Zyana

  7

  Zyana slid a ruby painted nail under the peeling paint on the windowsill, pulling it up and tearing off a long strip, remembering trips to the beaches of South Carolina with friends and family that ended with peeling skin. Holding the strip up she could see several different layers, white, brown, some gross looking burnt orange color, mint green.

  “Damn, they had some seriously bad taste in this place.”

  Flicking the strip out of the window Zyana looked out at the scene before her. The same style of mining camp houses, a school built into a hill, a few unidentifiable buildings that had obviously been something important at some point, judging from the architecture. According to the map she was in northwestern Virginia. She couldn’t remember what the last sign said, something with a z in it. Oh well, she wasn’t staying here long either.

  There weren’t many zombies around here but six months after the end of humanity Zyana was still looking for other human beings. She’d spent the first few months in a fallout shelter, venturing out to get supplies when she needed them. When her distant aunt left Zyana a house in her will Zyana had laughed upon discovering that it came with an old Cold-War style shelter but it had saved her life so she was thankful for her aunt’s paranoia in the end. She’d learned to avoid the zombies when she left the shelter, learned to defend herself from them, and learned to kill them.

  She’d grown weary of being alone, however, and left her home behind to search out others. Her first night in a strange home left her creating human monsters in her mind. Every strange creak was a rapist who’d followed her, every rustle outside was a murderer sniffing out her location. She was strong, she’d learned to fight, but her own brain tormented her. She headed away from her home on her motorcycle, confident and brave but late in the night she turned into a little girl wanting only her mommy and blankets to hide under. She finally grew accustomed to the strange noises each new house or building brought with it and now lived each day with the realization that the dystopian theory of anarchy where rape and murder were the norm could be a possibility but not a foregone conclusion. If she ever found any living people she’d find out.

  Blinking her jade green eyes against the afternoon sunlight Zyana turned her face over towards the school. It was built into a hill, three floors with lots of windows facing the river flowing just beyond the parking lot. Something caught her attention there, some movement but she wasn’t sure what she had seen. It could be people. Tying her waist length black hair into a braid then pinning it to her head, she put on her black leather jacket, helmet, and headed out of the house to find out if she’d actually seen anything. The jacket and helmet made her sweat but it was better to be protected from scratches and bites in this world than it was to be walking around with a skimpy tank top on. Not protecting your self was only asking to be bitten, even if it was June and hot outside.

  8

  “Damnit.” Zyana swore and kicked the door that would not open. She’d spotted the door as she walked over and thought it would be an easy way into the building. Apparently not. Looking for another way in Zyana saw a metal set of stairs going up to a door on the third floor. Moving her gaze to the left, to the window she’d seen movement in earlier her eyes widened. She saw a naked female form pressed against the window! It only lasted a second then the form was gone, replaced by a naked male form. Oh crap. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what was going on up there.

  Brushing her hands over her face she took stock of the weapons she had. A machete, a revolver with two bullets, and a rather sturdy aluminum baseball bat. Okay, in this situation the gun might be necessary. She walked quietly up the steps, best not to give the man notice she was coming.

  The door opened this time, thankfully without a squeak. Pulling the hammer on the revolver Zyana quietly stalked down the hall that led to the left. Not thinking, trying to calm her nerves, Zyana walked as quietly as she could, focusing on each open door as she came to it, then walking stealthily to the next. She wasn’t sure which door led to the window she’d seen but knew it was here towards the end of the building somewhere.

  She must be getting close, though, she could hear grunting and panting, the sound of flesh smacking flesh. Zyana winced, trying not to think about what was going on with this poor woman. Judging from the sounds coming from her it wasn’t too pleasant. They weren’t words, just sounds and to Zyana it sounded like pain.

  Stopping outside the door to the room they were in Zyana peeked inside. Oh, fuck, there are two of them in there with her!

  Zyana couldn’t see the woman’s face, the man had her bent over a table, but she could see that the man was tall and well-muscled. His left arm was holding the woman down at her shoulder; his right hand was at the woman’s waist, pulling her hips back into him. Watching them Zyana’s horror and disgust grew at what was happening to the woman.

  On the other side of the table another man, this one just as strong looking but with no hair on his head stood, cramming his privates into the woman’s face. He was rubbing her face as she sucked at him, his head tilted back, obviously enjoying what she was doing. Maybe the woman really was enjoying this; wouldn’t she bite the man in front of her if she was afraid? No, what woman would enjoy being taken advantage of in such a way? This might be a man’s fantasy but no sane woman would ever want this, it was just degrading. Maybe this is how the poor woman survived. Either way, the woman didn’t have to endure this anymore; Zyana was going to make sure of it.

  Pulling the gun up Zyana walked into the doorway, aiming at the bald man in front of the woman.

  “Get off her you disgusting fucks! What the hell is wrong with you?”

  All three stopped what they were doing and locked their gazes on Zyana, shock on their faces.

  “Who are you?” asked the blonde one, turning to face her while stepping in front of the woman.

  “Don’t worry about who the fuck I am, step away from the lady please.” Turning her gaze to the woman Zyana spoke softly as she said, “Come on sweets, we’re getting out of here, where are your clothes?”

  “Wait, it’s not what it looks like lady, let us explain.” This from the bald one, who’d put his hands up in front of him.

  Zyana squinted at him, disbelief evident on her face. Did he think she was blind or something?

  “Oh, I can see perfectly well what’s going on here. It’s the zombie apocalypse so you freaks think you can take whatever you want. This poor woman obviously had the misfortune to come across you and you took advantage of it. The things you must have done to her! I ought to shoot you both now. Come on woman, get moving, we need to get out of here now.”

  “Um, no, you have the wrong idea. Really. Please just let me explain.” This from the woman who had stood up and cowered behind the man, speaking to Zyana from behind him. For a moment Zyana was distracted. The woman’s chocolate brown eyes and face were just as beautiful as her body. How could those men do those acts to this beautiful creature? She was so soft, delicate, she deserved better than
this.

  “Nobody sane would do this to an animal much less you lady; you must have some serious Stockholm syndrome. Come on, we’ll go somewhere safe and you’ll never have to see these two again.” Moving over towards the woman and the blond man, Zyana picked up what looked like her clothes and handed them to her, still holding the gun on the bald man.

  “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.” The woman’s chin came up stubbornly, but panic still shown in her eyes. “This is my husband, Jacob, and this is my other husband, Samuel. I’m Isadora. Jacob and I were married before the zombies, we’ve all been friends for years, and this is not what you think. I swear, please don’t hurt either of them.” Somehow the woman managed to get stubborn and pleading to mix as she spoke to Zyana.

  Looking at the men Zyana figured out that Jacob was the bald one then, Samuel the blonde. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know their names.

  The hand holding her gun twitched, the gun dipping down but then pointed at the one called Samuel. Looking in his eyes, Zyana’s brain refused to work, especially when she saw the fear, anger, and desperation in his eyes. As her heart seemed to lodge in her throat, pounding and threatening to suffocate her she knew she had to make a decision. Her eyes flickering between the three people before her she wasn’t sure what to believe.

  People didn’t really do things like that. The woman had to be a victim of some kind. Thinking back over the last few months alone, however, Zyana wondered if she could be wrong. She’d created a boogeyman, in her mind, all those nights alone. But she knew what she’d seen, the woman was being used and she wasn’t going to allow the woman’s torment to continue, even if she thought she was a willing partner in this farce.