No Place Like Home (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

No Place Like Home (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Diane Leyne

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and collided with Markus. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He maneuvered her into the bathroom. “Drop trou and lean against the counter.” He pulled a butt plug out of one pocket and a small tube of lube out of the other. It didn’t look that large, but she still eyed it warily.
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea to do that now. Maybe tomorrow.”
    “Did I ask you opinion? This is our ass, and we want to plug it. Bend over and drop trou. If you don’t and I have to use one arm to hold you down and the other to shove in the butt plug, I’m not going to have a hand free to lube it up. So, your choice, baby. You are getting a plug up your ass. The only option you get is lubed or not.”
    She looked at her gorgeous, big, blond surfer and knew that he meant every word. Silently, she turned toward the counter, unfastened her pants, and pushed them down and leaned her hands on the counter.
    “Very good. And very nice. I love this ass. It is so full and round and lush.”
    “You mean fat?”
    Whack. He smacked her on her lush ass. “Hush, no insulting my property. I happen to think this ass is perfect as it is.” He spanked the other cheek. “Now, try to relax. This is a really small plug.” He grinned wickedly. You’ll barely feel it.”
    “Easy for you to say,” she muttered. “You’re not the one having a piece of plastic shoved up your ass.”
    Whack. “Quiet.” She felt him run his hands over her ass, massaging and squeezing. She felt the tension ease out. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She felt him squirt the cold lube inside her rosette and some more outside of it. He smoothed it around with his finger before pressing the digit inside her. She felt the tingling again of nerve endings being stimulated that weren’t stimulated before. But then he removed his finger and replaced it with the plug. Slowly he fucked the lubed-up plug into her ass, each time pressing in a little deeper and then retreating. As he got closer and closer to the base, she could feel it stretching her out more and more until there was a twinge of pain. She tried to retreat from the plug. He soothed her.
    “Shhhhhh. Almost there.” And with a quick push, it seated itself in her rear, the widest part of it inside her, with the narrowed neck of the plug lined up with her sphincter muscle and the wider base outside her body to prevent the plug from going all the way up inside her. With a light tap on her ass, Markus stood her up and pulled her pants up. Then he reached around in front of her and did them up.
    “So, how does that feel?”
    She considered the question as he washed the lube of his hands. She wiggled her hips and took a few steps. It felt weird. She felt stretched and full, but not uncomfortably so. But how could she mingle at the party knowing that this was inside her? How could she sit down and eat?
    Markus saw the look of panic on her face. He could tell she was overthinking things. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. “You’ll be fine.” And then he propelled her out the door and down the stairs, smiling as he watched how carefully she was walking.
    Cassie sighed. She felt so full inside, and the butt plug seemed small compared to the twin’s cocks. There was no way they were going to be able to get a cock up inside of her no matter how much they stretched her.
    She was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she almost jumped out of her skin when Jackson’s face grazed her ear and he whispered, “Stop worrying. Our cocks will fit just fine once we stretch you a bit more. In the meantime, I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with the plug up your ass. Just think how tight it will make you feel?”
    And then he was over with his brother, talking to Steve, and she got pulled into a group of neighbors asking her about coming back to town.
    “So, are you going to be buying a house of your own? Or are you going to stay here for a while?”
    “I’m taking my time. I think, eventually, I’d like a bigger

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