Chapter 67 - Nadia

I hummed a show tune to myself while walking down the crowded New York street to the Vandercant Theater. It was a special night. One that was every bit as special as opening night two months before.
Tonight was the last show of The Proposition.
I got to the theater extra early so I could savor it privately. Everything felt more special when it was quiet before a show. Before the ushers had arrived to scan tickets, and before the concessions employees popped the popcorn in the old carnival machine up front. No drinks were sold yet, and no musical instruments were playing. The stage was still dark, the curtain closed and still.
I took long, deep breaths. Enjoying the musty smell. I would miss this place, even though I had bigger and better things to look forward to. Maybe because there were bigger and better things coming.
Backstage, Ryan was checking some of the electrical wiring connected to the fuse boxes. Vandercant had insisted on giving Ryan his job back, and the gruff redhead was happy to accept.
“Whatcha up to?” I asked.
He smiled without looking over at me. “Just making sure nobody tries to kill you tonight.”
“Tatiana’s in a psych ward upstate,” I pointed out. “I’m as safe as can be.”
“Old habits die hard.”
“What habits?” Braden asked as he arrived, bag slung over one shoulder.
“Ryan’s being paranoid again.”
“I’m checking the stage equipment because that’s my job,” Ryan said dryly.
I arched an eyebrow. “So you don’t think there might be ghosts in the theater?”
He pursed his lips. I didn’t think he was going to take the bait, but then he gave in.
“Do you know how many buildings in New York have more than three reported paranormal sightings? More than half! That number goes up to two-thirds for ones built before 1940. Odds are this place has a few skeletons in its closet, and I don’t appreciate you guys ridiculing me for it.”
I shared a smile with Braden. It was too easy with Ryan.
“I think I saw something unusual underneath the stage,” I said casually. “Maybe not a ghost, but certainly a specter of some sort.”
Ryan stared blankly at me. “Well then we’d better go check. You want to come too, Braden?”
Braden’s boyish smile was more lustful than normal. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We went down the stairs to the sub-stage single-file. Ryan was looking like a snack in his tight workman’s pants that hugged his juicy ass, his bulging arms swinging back and forth.
This had become a pre-show ritual for us over the past two months. Sometimes it was just Ryan, other times it was Andy. Every now and then I took several of them at once. Ryan and Braden was one of my favorite combinations.
Ryan whirled around, too eager to keep up the playful banter about seeing a specter down here.

He grabbed my jaw in one hand and kissed me, biting my lip and pulling away roughly. He looked into my eyes with hunger, still clenching my chin tight.
My heart fluttered at his aggressiveness, the way he needed me. My breasts heaved as I looked up at him through my eyelashes.
“I think you know what I want.”
Braden was behind me instantly, rubbing a hand along my ass cheeks through my shorts, fabric pushing against my pussy and ass. I made out with Ryan while Braden pulled down my shorts, then probed inside my cunt with one finger, then two, lubing up his hand and twisting like a corkscrew.
“Ohh,” I moaned into Ryan’s mouth. I scrambled at his crotch, tearing down his pants and grabbing his throbbing cock, impossibly wide between my fingers. It was a familiar body part to me by now, but it made me tingle with anticipation every time I touched it. I broke the kiss, our lips only millimeters apart and connected by a tiny strand of saliva, and looked into his light blue eyes. “I want you inside of me.”
“Who says you get what you want?” he growled.
“I need you inside of me,” I whispered.
He reached for me but I was faster, pushing him backwards onto a long equipment crate. I shoved Ryan down flat against the crate and straddled him, sliding my drenched pussy along the outside of his rod while my hair hung down to his chest. I tore at his shirt, and he lifted his back so I could tug it over his head. I ran my fingers over the peaks and valleys of his muscles, pecs like warm cushions of power.
Braden’s fingers found me again from behind, sliding up into my pussy, but I turned and shook my finger at him.
“No, no. That’s not your hole.”
I continued grinding against Ryan’s cock as Braden’s fingers slid out of my pussy, then along the little fold of skin to my rear entrance. He rubbed my own juices around the outside of my asshole, lubricating it in a well-practiced manner. I leaned down to bite Ryan’s lip, pulling back before he could return the kiss, then jabbing forward again to lick his chest. And then Braden’s finger was sliding into my ass, deeper beyond my tight ring as I relaxed for him, accepting him inside my behind. A second finger joined it, moving in and out slowly while he twisted it around. I leaned back against his fingers, letting him know it was what I wanted, that I needed to be warmed up before taking his cock, which Braden had out and was stroking in his other hand.
I turned to Ryan and guided him inside of me with one hand. The head was the easy part compared to the rapidly widening shaft. I pushed down on his girth, and the pressure in the walls of my pussy relented, and he stretched me until I couldn’t be stretched anymore.
“There we go,” I said, grabbing his jaw with my hand and tilting his head to face me. “Just barely enough room.” I swirled my hips in a circle, enjoying how he felt, getting used to how full I was from him. Even now, after being with Ryan for months, I had to let my insides get used to how wide he was before we really got down to business.
“I can feel him inside of you,” Braden whispered, fingers corkscrewing my asshole like a bartender cleaning a glass.
Ryan arched his neck on the crate, trapped beneath me. “Me too, holy fuck…”
I loved being double-penetrated by my boys. Even when it was just Braden’s fingers inside me, there was an intensity to it that was impossible to match with normal sex. Just feeling them inside me at the same time was enough for an orgasm to threaten on the horizon.
I raised myself up Ryan’s shaft a tiny millimeter at a time. I felt the widest part of his monstrous cock slide downward, from the middle of my pussy to the bottom and then out as I kept only the head in. Then I was impaling myself on him again, the inside of my cunt spreading wide like the wake from an extra large boat.
I rocked back and forth on top of him, roughly pushing him back down whenever he tried to lean up to kiss me. I enjoyed having so much power over someone so goddamn strong, like I was an unconquerable Amazon.
I slowed down, and then arched my back to showcase my ass. And with a single look over my shoulder, I told Braden what I wanted.
Slowly, he removed his fingers from my ass and rubbed them around the tight outer ring. I trembled with anticipation as he moved up behind me, thighs brushing against me and Ryan as he guided his cock. He pressed his head against my tight hole, gently at first, and then suddenly his tip slid inside with ease.
“Mmm,” I moaned to let him know how good it was.
He pushed harder, dick sliding deeper inside. The pressure of both of them at the same time was wonderful, squeezing the wall of my pussy like a vice, incredibly intense. I reached back and put a hand on his chest.
“What’s wrong?” he purred into my ear.
“It’s almost too much for me,” I said. “It’s so much all at once…”
“Here, this will help.” Ryan sunk his hips and slid out of my pussy, his cock wet and dripping against his belly. He grinned. “Only a short reprieve.”
“Uh huh, that’s better,” I whispered, closing my eyes and focusing on Braden’s dick as it knocked on my back door. The pressure was still there, wonderful and hard, but it wasn’t as intense. Slowly I pushed back against him.
“You like that?”
“Shit, yeah I do,” Braden said, thrusting deeper.
Inch by inch, his cock moved farther into my ass. It was such a different feeling, another hole filled by a throbbing piece of manliness. I almost imagined I could feel his heartbeat inside of me, pulsing rapidly.
“Ugh,” he moaned when his hips reached my ass cheeks. “I’m so deep inside you.”
I flexed my asshole around the base of his cock, like lips giving a blowjob. “Not deep enough.” I ran fingernails against Ryan’s chest, to where he was stroking his cock underneath me. “Grab my ass and spread it for him. Spread it wide.”
Ryan obeyed instantly, strong hands gripping my cheeks and pulling them apart, and Braden pushed the final inch inside my forbidden hole. I shuddered involuntarily, and squeezed my asshole tight around Braden’s shaft.
It was good. Really good. And now I wanted more.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
Braden’s cock slid back slowly, leaving me feeling empty, and just when I couldn’t take it he thrust forward again. Soon he found a perfect rhythm, just fast enough without aching. I savored the dirty act, feeling the indirect stimulation against the wall of my pussy, being fucked and teased at the same time while Ryan spread my ass wide for Braden.
“You like that?” Braden sighed.
“Ohh yes.”
“You like being fucked in the ass?”
“I love it in my ass!”
While he steadily fucked me in the ass, I played with Ryan’s cock, squeezing along the ridge of his head. Gently, I pushed it back and up, sliding only the swollen head into my drenched pussy. I moved my hips in the tiniest motion, humping Ryan’s head while not disturbing Braden’s rhythms. I knew they could feel each other inside of me; Ryan’s eyes widened, and somehow he hardened even more beneath me, his grip on my ass cheeks tightening.
“Slow down,” I told Braden. “I think I’m ready.”
I waited until he stopped inside of me, then I squatted further on top of Ryan, pushing my pussy down onto him. He was so wide! If I wasn’t already warmed up I knew it might have hurt, but I was as slick as an oil spill and the pressure created a heightened level of pleasure, filling every plane and angle inside of my pussy. Braden squirmed behind me as the widest part of Ryan pushed deeper, indirectly rubbing against his dick inside my ass, and his squirming made me tingle all over.
“Deeper,” I moaned. “Deeper!”
Ryan clenched his teeth and grabbed my hips, and forced me the rest of the way down onto his throbbing cock. A cry of surprise and then ecstasy escaped my lips, as pure as any song note. The pinching feeling I sometimes felt was only a whisper beneath the deafening roar of pleasure of having my fantasy fulfilled.
“Don’t move,” I told Ryan, grabbing his jaw. “Stay in me just like that while Braden fucks us.”
My men both obeyed. Braden moved hesitantly at first, testing how I felt inside, the volume of Ryan’s monstrous dick constantly trying to push Braden’s cock out of my ass. But he quickly became used to the feeling and pumped a little bit faster, and a little bit harder, and a little bit deeper, his dick pressing against my pussy walls and Ryan’s cock and making us both moan together.
“Spread my ass more,” I demanded of Ryan.
He pulled me so wide, a vulnerable fuck-hole for Braden to destroy, and I thanked him with a long kiss, tongues dancing in his warm mouth the way Braden’s cock danced inside my rear.
“I want to fuck you,” he breathed into me.
“Oh?”
“Let me fuck you.” He ground his hips up into me.
“Is that what you want?” I cooed.
“I want it so bad.”
“Then take it.”
My words unleashed his aggression. He moved his hands to my hips, and he pulled back and pumped hard into me once, bouncing me with a yelp.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“Is that okay?”
“Harder,” I whispered. “Harder.”
Ryan bit down on his lip as he thrust up into me again, timing it with Braden’s backstroke. I moaned as the men fucked me back and forth, two pistons in the same masculine machine.
Braden no longer held back, fucking my ass as hard and deep as if it were my pussy. He grabbed my shoulders to get leverage for his pounding, leaning into me with each thrust. Ryan rolled underneath me like a wave, falling into rhythm with Braden, making their fuck-crate of a surface creak back and forth underneath the stage.
I’m being double-teamed, I thought, eyes clenched shut with pleasure. Two men fucking me at the same time. And I wished I had a third even, because my mouth was hanging open as I panted, so I took Ryan’s fingers and shoved them inside to give me something to suck.
There was a sound upstairs on the stage. Braden and Ryan both slowed, then froze.
“The speaker cords?” someone said, voice muted by the thick stage. I saw shadows move in the gaps between wood planks. “Where are they?”
“I don’t remember.”
Frozen in mid-fuck, the three of us listened as the cast member stomped around above us. Being in public, so close to being caught, made my pussy tingle with anticipation.
“We need to hide,” Braden said. He moved to pull out, but I grabbed his arm to keep him inside of me.
“Shh.” I put a finger to my lips. And then I began gyrating, fucking the rods in my pussy and ass at the same time, as fast as I dared without making any noise.
“We’re gunna get caught,” Ryan said. The panic in his eyes drove me wild.
“That’s what makes it fun.”
Slowly I fucked them while the stranger walked across the stage. I rocked faster, and faster, desperate to get as much of them as I could before we were exposed.
“Found them,” the voice called. “Down the back hall.”
“Good. Bring them to the catwalks.”
The footsteps disappeared as quickly as they’d arrived.
“Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” I hissed, now desperate for it.