AMIDST THE CATS' CRADLE - 16
C H A P T E R S I X T E E N - - - - G W E N
When Gwen finally saw the scope of what Mitch had in mind, they had traveled one story below the mission room. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Jordan gripped her other hand firmly and Mitch's palm was warmly wrapped around hers. They moved closer to some solitude with each step. The three of them appeared to be moving a little bit more quickly, and when anticipation suddenly overcame the group, their breathing became more labored.
They can't mean, God help me…
She bit her lip as Mitch led them into a break room that was located in the far back of the floor and was largely empty due to the fact that the entire wing was primarily utilized for hosting returning teams or preparing departing ones. As a result, she couldn't help but smile when she entered the space, which was filled with couches, a pool table, and several flat surfaces.
It was just what she had anticipated.
After closing the door behind them, Mitch placed the pizza boxes on a nearby counter and promptly forgot about them. Jordan immediately wrapped his hands around her as he whirled her towards himself.
"What do you think, Gwen? Have you been missing us? " Jordan purred as Mitch moved up behind her, rubbing his rough fingers over her ass, cupping the skin.
"Because we missed you," the tattooed brother snarled, his words gentle in her ear but his tone not.
Gwen uttered an imprecise little mewl that was all yeah and please, and of course I did, but she was unable to form any further words. The moment Mitch turned her chin to face him, kissing her gruffly and with the kind of hunger she yearned for, she couldn't speak, partially because she was too busy being tongue-tied and partially because... well, her tongue was tied with Mitch's. She kissed back with all the fire she could muster, but Mitch quickly broke the kiss and turned her to Jordan, who continued it, softer, different, but just as exciting. Every inch of Jordan's body that she touched caused her to tremble as though her bones may start to shake from the pressure of her hands groping his toned arms and sliding down his chest. Jordan slipped his shirt off effortlessly while the lovely sounds of a zipper falling undone and boots being kicked off echoed behind her.
When she turned around, Mitch was letting his pants fall down, utterly nude and ready. "Fuck," she said, her throat cooperating with her at that precise moment.
He was amazing, all muscle and corded wire for a body, his arms and chest covered in complex tattoos she could get lost in for days. And he was big, and broad, and... hard. Jordan was just as eager to strip, and when they were both exposed to her view, her knees crumbled beneath her. Her children's dads. The guys she'd fantasized about every night, knowing they were so close but so far that it seemed impossible for her to ever have a happy moment with them... and yet here they were, desperately needing her.
"Take your things off," Jordan said, his voice as hard as she'd ever heard.
She immediately agreed, removing her shirt and unzipping her pants, wiggling out of them as if they'd done her wrong. Mitch's hand gently stroking up and down the length of his cock, his eyes wild, Gwen unhooked her bra as they both stared. She could clearly hear Jordan groaning as she stooped forward to slip her underwear off, causing her big breasts to drop forward a bit.
She rose up, flushing, knowing she should be self-conscious about the stretch marks, sag, and everything else that comes with having infants, but she didn't. And all she saw when she glanced at Jordan and Mitch was yearning. It's for her. For every single aspect of her, flaws and all, made even more wonderful to them because she had those scars, scars she'd had for the guys in front of her.
"You're even more beautiful than I remember you," Jordan murmured solemnly, causing Gwen's eyes to flood up.
"I missed you," she said, taking a step nearer, unable to stand the distance any longer.
"Come here, sugar," Mitch said, extending his strong arms.
As soon as she got there, she was engulfed in the tight embraces of Jordan and Mitch, who were both kissing her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Four hands were able to locate her corpse again, with one guy on each side. Her legs were readily parted by Jordan's fingers as they crept between them, and as he dipped a finger into the moist heat of her mouth, she let out a throaty mewl that lingered on her lips.
Jordan then pushed two fingers inside her, pressing over her clit with the other, tease her with intensity, and cause her to convulse. She screamed, her eyes flying wide as Mitch and Jordan toyed with her pussy while placing their hands on her hip and back and sucking and torturing her nipples.
The guys worked Gwen rapidly and effectively toward her climax, as if they were familiar with her body well despite not having touched it in a while. Gwen could feel her eyes rolling back and her lips opening in a groan. When Mitch bit down harder on her nipple, the heat in the pit of her stomach became so intense that she had to place both of her hands on their shoulders for support while trembling like a leaf.
Jordan gave another command, "Cum for us."
She happily heeded and listened to another. When she began to scream, Mitch put down his object of affection and joined his brother's finger in her dripping wet pussy. He then stopped fiddling with her clit. When they simultaneously drove into her, filling and stretching her almost as much as their cocks would in a minute, she heaved in a breath, choking the scream as her eyes widened. At that point, her world appeared to come to a complete halt.
With the similarity in mind, she came so forcefully that she had to question whether she had ever cum.
Jordan carefully rose up, retracted his fingers, and brought them up to Gwen's lips as she almost started to cry and keeled over. She gladly swallowed them into her mouth, enjoying the flavor of her own body and the look he gave her in return even more.
Gwen was still in the middle of her climax when Jordan slipped his hands under her and pulled her up against him, and Mitch was close behind her. At that point, Jordan had her in his arms and was dragging her up against him.
She found herself struggling to breathe as Jordan's thick, lengthy, and glistening pre-cum was pressing on her ass and Mitch's cock was pressing against her own. As her hands struggled to find a handhold, they linked around Jordan's neck as Mitch's chest pressed into hers, trapping her between the two men. Before Mitch kissed her, she felt hot breath on her neck, giving her the tiniest tickle. He moved his cock to her entrance with one hand, his cock slippery with her fluids.
"Do you want this?" He inquired, almost piercing her with the tip of his cock while his thumb traced the curve of her asshole.
Jordan lifted her up and kissed the opposite side of her neck while his cock rested on her tummy.
She pleaded feverishly, "I do," and Mitch's cock gropingly opened her wide in response.
Gwen screamed as he tore her open, piercing her many times with rapid, forceful thrusts that went deep, covering his cock in her moisture. But just as the discomfort turned into pleasure, he abruptly withdrew. When she tried to object, Jordan pushed her body up a bit so he could insert his thick shaft between her legs. He then slid into her, allowing her to descend more softly but yet forcefully on his length like his brother had done.
She groaned as Mitch pressed harder into her asshole now and then, shifting himself so that the big head was pressing against it every time Jordan moved her.
"Do you still want it?" Mitch inquired, the same growl in his voice, but now deeper, more in control, and in need of it more.
"Yes, please!" Gwen said, burying her face into Jordan's shoulder, wanting both of them in her right now.
She’d waited for it for far too long and one at a time felt like heaven, but two would be even better. So when Mitch murmured his agreement, Jordan already stretching her so deliciously thin around his cock, Gwen let out a breath and relaxed into it. She’d been so wet already when Mitch penetrated her that when he pushed in, inch by inch, it took her breath away, but her vision didn’t blur. Her nails dug into Jordan so hard she was sure she’d draw blood.
Gwen gasped as she felt Mitch’s hands on her waist now, very aware that she was completely trapped by both men, thick cocks in her pussy and ass, conquering her completely. She couldn’t find any words, only moans as Jordan and Mitch started moving her up and down gently, slowly at first, every movement sending her moaning and squealing.
The pace picked up bit by bit, their bodies slick with sweat against hers, beads of perspiration glistening on her body as well, as they fucked her like she’d longed to be fucked. Deep, hard, without any regrets or any excuses. Gwen didn’t try to hide the loud noises she was making, her nails raking down Jordan’s back, her whole body shuddering as she took both the men she already knew she loved.
They pumped into her, rough and with reckless abandon now, her body bouncing between them, their snarls like music to her ears. She kissed Jordan, tasting the dryness of his mouth now, his muscles tense and on edge. And then she pivoted her upper body slightly, twisting to kiss Mitch as well, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
It was the pain, and the pleasure, and the relief of having them both there where she wanted them, where she needed them. She clenched down, their impossibly hard cocks feeling like they were made for her, every movement utter bliss. Mitch gasped, his forehead against the back of her neck and his breath coming in ragged heaves. They were close, but so was she.
Mitch reached a hand around her, squeezing one of her tits, and Jordan kissed her again, shoving his tongue in her mouth in a way that was a lot more demanding than the careful, loving kisses he’d given her before.
“You were made for us,” Jordan said as he pulled back a little, looking into her eyes and making her dive into his. “Don’t you ever forget it.”
“I won’t,” she promised, feeling the familiar throb of her core and the promises of an orgasm.
Mitch’s fingers gripped her harshly as his thrusts became faster, less controlled, the men now plowing into her at the same time and pulling out in unison as well. Every stroke was pure sin and she adored it. And when Mitch bit her shoulder lightly, it was like he gave her permission to finally give in again, her mouth seeking out Jordan’s as she came again, milking Jordan’s cock hungrily.
Through the intensity of her peak, she could feel the Allens coming undone as well. She grinned as thick ropes of cum filled her pussy and ass, almost a year of separation marked with three orgasms coinciding, with her being kept safe and sound in the arms of two men who promised to never let her be alone again.
It was a small wonder they didn’t collapse on top of one another then and there. Mitch pulled out slowly, gingerly, his body shaking with shivers, and Jordan lifted her upward until he too slid out of her. But she wasn’t put down. Instead, Mitch took her from Jordan, carrying her to the nearest couch. All three of them sat down, Gwen in Mitch’s arms with her legs thrown on Jordan’s lap, his warm hands tracing her legs.
“I’m not sure if Shaun meant this by getting reacquainted,” she said after a long pause, when her senses had come back to her enough to form words again.
Both twins burst out laughing.
“What?” Gwen asked, furrowing her brow slightly as Mitch kissed her forehead.
“Don’t be silly. This is exactly what he meant. And we’re going to do it again and again until none of us can stand or speak or think anymore. Well, after we have some dinner, anyway.”
“Glad you have your priorities straight.” Gwen scoffed with a wide grin.
“Got to preserve energy, after all. We have to make sure that you never get the silly idea that being away from us is something reasonable,” Jordan said, giving her a stern look, though his lips were curled in a smile.
“Hey, that’s not how it went!” she protested slightly.
“Shh. Don’t test the cougars,” Mitch said with a wink. “Unless you want to feel the consequences.”
Gwen bit her lower lip, grinning mischievously. So what if she did?












