A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 12

"I think I know where there's still some flightsuits hanging up," Hank said, "They're not like the things that ladies wear when we've gone to Lozenjellis, but it you don't care as long as I can find one that fits, It might be alright. I'll be back." He got up and walked off.

"You like looking at us?" Billy asked after a moment.

"Uh-huh," Monnie said, "Not at first. I was upset and my head hurt even more than it does now, and, ... well there were a lot of things wrong. But I do like the way that you look to me, now that I know you."

We think you're beautiful," he repeated, and for once in her life, Monnie knew that it was the truth and she didn't mind hearing it.

"I know you do," she smiled, "Thanks for saying it. Hey, where did that thing about Heaven come from?"

Billy looked shy and embarrassed suddenly. "We aren't stupid," he said, "at least not as dumb as the Colonel thinks we are or the way that he treats us. But we've only been here for most for the time that we've been here on this uh, world. I've never found anything besides manuals for things. There's nothing much here about how to do a lot of other things. Like, neither one of us really knows what to do with a girl, other than where something of ours fits -- or is supposed to."

"Well that's pretty much all that there is at the bottom of everything, "Monnie smiled, "But I know what you mean."

"I just know there's more," he said, still feeling foolish, but a little thankful now that he had someone to talk to about it, "I just don't know what it is."

"All the rest -- what you're talking about, is really the most important part to the girl," she said, "because if she's not feeling the right way about you, then it's not going to happen -- at least not the right way," she smiled, "the best way."

She fell silent for a moment as she ate the piece of cake that he'd brought her.

"This is so good, Billy," she laughed. "See? This is one of the parts of it all, that you did something for the girl -- something that she'd like, though it doesn't have to be a piece of cake. It could be a lot of things, almost anything. It depends on the girl, because all girls are a little different."

She thought about it and then looked at him. "You were both wanting to know about Heaven. That idea came from something in my coach, right?"

"Yes," he nodded, "we read it and wanted to go there. We thought it sounded like a nicer place to be than where we are."

"What you were reading referred to after one dies, Billy. It's sort of a promise that if you live your life doing good and treat people nicely, then you'll go there after you die." She looked off into the darkness of the long room, "I don't even know if I believe in that anymore after the things that I've seen.

But you ought to know what the Colonel meant as well. He said it as a crude thing and he wasn't talking about the same thing at all. He was talking about the way that it can feel if you're with somebody and you hopefully love them and they love you and you make love with each other." She grinned and reached to touch his penis once very lightly, "That's the part where something of yours fits something of mine, but there's so much more to it than that."

She looked up and saw that Billy was staring at her a little. Monnie smiled, "I don't know, Billy, but I like you guys a lot already. If I've got two males who think I'm this good looking, I think I'd have to be a real fool not to take advantage if I got the chance."

"The chance at what?" Hank asked as he returned with an armload of clothing.

"Billy and I were talking about Heaven," Monnie said, "and all the time, I've still been wondering what I could do to help with the effort. I'm not sure at the moment, and my head's still throbbing just a little, but if we manage to make it make it to Catlina Island alive, I think I'd want to be your girlfriend. Actually, I think that I already think of myself that way."

The clothing fell from Hank's hand. "Which, ... um, which one of us?"

"Come on, Hank," she smiled, "look at me. I think there's enough of me for both of you, and I like you both anyway. If the two of you can handle a little sharing, I promise to do my best to help us all get to the kind of Heaven that you'd both want with me."

While the brothers ate a little more, Monnie stood up very carefully and tried on the flightsuits staying near a wall and leaning when she felt that she had to. Out of the bunch that she'd been given, there were three that fit -- somewhat. The flightsuits had happened to have been made to fit a man, and Monnie had a couple more curves than that, all while being a bit larger than that long-dead male. She modelled one for them and then she took it off again, folding it up very carefully and laying it aside.

"I thought you wanted something to wear," Hank said.

"I do, but not for this," she smiled, "I like it here with you like this just fine. I wanted something to wear in case I needed something to wear. Right now, I'm happy just the way that I am. I hope my head feels better tomorrow. I feel like I've been drinking for days.

Where do we sleep tonight," she asked, "I've got two boyfriends and though I'm not at my best, I'm sure I've still got enough to make them both happy with me tonight, but I don't want to do this on the floor."

They stood up and stepped close to Monnie. She slid her arms around one waist each and she kissed each of them for a moment. When they hugged her, Monnie felt happier than she had for a long time. It made her want to smile at the way that they had a little trouble with their eagerness. Their mouths were subtle in their kisses, but she felt the way that their shafts were nudging against her a little rhythmically.

They led her to another room where there were several beds. As Billy stood ready to help her if she felt wobbly, Hank moved two of the beds together and Monnie asked, "Hey, so neither one of you has ever done it before?"

They shook their heads in the darkness, and Hank almost groaned when Billy admitted, "Not with a girl, no. We do it with each other once in a while, does that count? That doesn't count, right?"

"It counts," Monnie said, a little surprised at first. But then she thought about it and decided that she liked the thought that they cared about each other as they did. The way that she looked at it, it sure couldn't hurt anything between them all. "I think that's really nice. I'd like to see that sometime.

Everything counts," she said, "but I was thinking that if I'm going to be your first girl, then I think you ought to let me work this tonight. Could you bring that candle or maybe light another one? I can't see in the dark as well as you guys seem to be able to and I've got a lot to admire here." She smiled, "This won't hurt a bit. You boys just be nice to me and watch those teeth."

They helped her to lie down across the beds and Billy moved the pillows. They were on her a second after that, touching her, kissing her everywhere. The sounds that they made when both of them took a nipple each thrilled her to hear as they sucked so noisily. Her breasts had never felt so fine.

"One of you, somebody," she grinned in pleasure, "touch me in that place that you've both been panting over all night. Be gentle and slow. Slip a finger or two in if you want to. I'm so wet for my boys already."

She felt their first tentative caresses and she groaned rolling her hips back a little, "That's so good," moaned.

"Why is it wet?" Billy asked as he raised his head.

"To get ready for my two handsome men, silly," she smiled up at him, "You ought to decide who goes first. I want you both, but I can only take one at a time, can't I?"

"You go first, Hank," Billy said.

"Alright, but there's a rule that I'm just making up," Monnie sighed, "Actually, it's a hope. You said that you've done something together. Have you ever sucked on Hank, Billy?"

He nodded, "All the time. We do that a lot."

"Ohhh, that's good," Monnie groaned softly as they explored between her thighs with their fingers, "What I'd really like is to be licked every time first. If you both can agree to that, you'll find me a lot more willing almost any time. Give me a little room here, Billy. I'll get back to you in a minute."

She reached down and when she felt Hank's lips against her, she took his horns in her hands to guide him. After a few minutes, and conscious about Billy, she smiled at him and how he knelt beside her watching and stroking himself. "You come back here, Honey," she said, "Don't jam it in my mouth, but I want to suck on that right now. Can you do that for me?"

Her first orgasm overtook her shortly after that and the sight of her there like that in front of him caused Billy to come seconds later. Monnie had to remember to breathe through her nose, and she lost a lot of his seed, but nobody seemed to mind.

"Hurry now Billy," she smiled, "Be my darling and get Hank wet for me."

A little to her surprise and to her joy, Billy nodded and moved to where Hank now stood up. Billy proved to be an enthusiastic assistant, licking him thoroughly. Hank slid into Monnie and she pulled him onto her more. Where Billy seemed to want to be gentle, Hank was more inclined to try to bull-fuck her.

Which was just what Monnie wanted then, bucking back against him to match his thrusts. Hank began to growl and Monnie just let her feelings out and yelled her happiness.

"I -- I want to -- do this a lot harder," he huffed as leaned back up to look down at her.

"Do it!" she yelled as she bucked, "Fuck me, Hank! Oh, fuck me. Give me everything. If -- there's any-bod-y who can ta-ake being fucked by a demon, it's m- e," she chuckled a little breathlessly.

Billy stood there in awe as he watched them slam together. He'd never seen Hank like this before, and it came to him to feel thankful. All of those times when he'd let Hank mount him, Hank had been very gentle and patient with him.

"So-oo good," Monnie groaned very quietly, "I'm in love."

Hank heard it and smiled. He looked down at Monnie and what he saw in her eyes hit him a little hard. "You -- you're joking," he said to her as he stopped.

Monnie shook her head and wiped her eyes, "I can't help how I feel. It's just us fucking, it probably doesn't mean anything."

Billy threw himself down next to her and kissed her softly. She felt his tears on her face as they ran into her own. "No," he said, "I can tell. You can't hide it from me," he sniffled, "I've never felt like this before."

"Neither have I," Monnie said through her teeth as she raised her legs high around his brother. She reached out and took Billy's hard shaft in her hand and stroked him before she turned her head to look at Hank again.

"Come on you fantastic bull. Fuck me hard. I've got another fine bull to fuck just waiting his turn in the paddock, and the way that I feel now, I can handle both of you all night long. You two are the best cure for a headache that I've ever seen."

The simple fact was that while Monnie felt as though she was having the time of her life, she also felt the strangest sense of belonging rising in her, and based on a life of experiences -- her experiences specifically, well things just didn't run the way that her hope told her, so she was trying to push that aside and cover it with a bit of brusque lustiness. Her partners in this were not human, however, and they saw through it. They just didn't quite know what it was because they lacked experience. But they weren't stupid and they did care about her. They asked about it almost enough to kill her mood, but then she just admitted it -- to them and also maybe to herself.

"Look," she said, "I've learned that I've been wrong about some things. And I've found somebody who gives a shit about me beyond fucking me. It's written all over both of you. I'm a girl. We always have a little hope in us for a long time, until it gets beaten out of us by life or some shit like that or the dream just wears out and fades away forever. I'm no different.

But now I feel it again, and I've got a little hope that this might go on. It hurts a little to think that it probably won't. Nothing ever has for me." She snorted, "and of all the times for this to happen, I'm here on my back. I'm having a great time, but, ..."

"Monnie," Billy said quietly, "This is new to us too. We've never known anyone -- our whole lives since we've been here, and today ... please, we want a chance too. This is what it is, we know that, but we want you with us."

They all felt a little lost, but they all found themselves trying to show that they were being genuine, even Monnie. It took a while but once it seemed to be understood between them, they grew more passionate without the feeling of risk and it was far better after that.

For a long time they alternated, fucking her one after the other. Monnie was up to the task, though, laughing a little each time that they changed places. At first, they made their 'horny demon noises', as she called them, though she was far from silent herself, but as the night wore on, their frantic pounding into her changed into something that Monnie had never experienced before.

At first they were just rutting, but much later, they loved her more slowly again, and all that Monnie could do was moan after she finally gave up her tough pretense and just admitted that she WANTED to love them and hoped that what they'd found could continue. She was a mess, covered in semen, as were they, but they'd never been happier.

The single biggest surprise for Monnie came as she was getting ready to lower herself onto Hank. She'd just licked and sucked him into hardness -- and she had no idea how many times they'd managed to amaze her, the way that a little touch from her could rouse either of them. She kissed Hank for a moment and prepared to move up and lean back to get him inside of her when she felt Billy's tongue in a place where she was still virginal.

"Ohhh, Billy, that feels so nice," she sighed, "Don't stop for just a minute. Just, ... just, ... ohh."

He went on for a little while before he wet his finger and pressed it into her slowly, a little at a time. "Just let it in, Monnie," he whispered in her ear, "Would you let me fuck you here? I promise that I'll be slow and really gentle. I know how it feels, so I'll be really careful. Can I? Please?"

She looked back a little nervously, but he smiled in his charming and shy sort of way, "C'mon, Monnie, I just want to love you. I'd never hurt you. I didn't even eat you, though that's what you were yelling at me to do as I was licking you the way that you like."

His misunderstanding of what she'd said made her laugh a little and she nodded, "I'll try it, but please, ..."

"I will," he smiled, and she groaned deeply as another of his fingers pressed its way in.

"Can you wait for a bit?" Monnie asked Hank, but he only smiled softly under her and nodded, so she tried to concentrate on allowing this.

Eventually, Billy's fingers were replaced by his hardness as he worked it into her slowly, a little at a time, ever deeper. There was the sudden small cry from her as it passed her ring and then it went a little easier until at last, she felt his scrotum against her.

"I feel as though I've just accomplished something," she whispered as they held themselves motionless while she got used to him there.

Hank moved up a little and held his shaft so that it brushed against her opening. "I think we have a chance at something here," he said quietly. "If you can get a little lower, Monnie, you can have me inside you too. Billy's gonna have to go along with it though."

"Well what girl wouldn't want that?" she chuckled a little bravely. "Ok," Monnie grinned, "I may as well shoot for the moon, I guess. Can you do that Billy?"

She heard his sigh behind her, "Monnie, I'd already do anything for you. Ok, let's do it."

It was a slow thing, but they did finally get connected, the three of them.

"Oh God almighty," Monnie hissed a little, "this is so nice for me. But, ... what do we do now? I can't move much."

It turned out that it was Billy who drove this as he began it. The ability to feel each other's shafts rubbing against their own through the membranes inside of Monnie was amazing to each of them, but it was Monnie who got the most from it.

Billy was thrusting slowly at first, a little deeper and then back. He was afraid to hurt her and kept asking and Monnie kept thinking about it and answering that she was still fine. But she was a little lost here, and could only speak mostly in monosyllables. She was struggling with being completely passive in this. She really couldn't move much, pegged as she was on two beautiful cocks at the same time.

She shuddered and twitched as Billy picked it up a little and Monnie realized that she was their prisoner here, but a second later the first of her orgasms in this position came to her and all that she could do was to hold still and shake as she hung her head and groaned.

Billy sensed it and he took her hips in his hands and began to stroke harder, still asking her if she was alright.

"Yeah," she grunted, "I'm, ... in Heav-en, ... now. God, I-I'm th-e luck, .. luckiest, ...g -girl alive. Fuck me, Billy, Dear God, fuck me, I swear, ... I'm- m in lo-ove with t-t-two men."

She couldn't speak much after that, she just settled in to grunting and trying to push against one or the other of them the little bit that she could. She lifted her head and Hank watched her pant for him, a little drool running from her lip to fall onto his chin. Monnie tried to apologize, but he shook his head and smiled at her, taking her face in his hands as he kissed her.

"You're even more beautiful like this," he said, "My heart feels like it's breaking."

She tried to nod, her eyes a little glazed in her wantonness. Monnie Aldergrove felt a lot of things. Her abdomen rippled and Hank felt the muscles over her ribs stiffen as he stroked her breasts. Her thighs and arms twitched a little and trembled a lot.

She felt deliciously dirty in what they were doing together. She felt shameless and free. She felt lucky, and by God, she felt so in love. She just prayed that they felt a little like she did.

That was when Hank began to thrust upward. He and Billy went like this for a long time, long after Monnie had come again and again, still their prisoner and proud of them all.

As they came inside her, one not long after the other, Monnie shrieked and howled out her love for them, and somewhere in there, she invoked the names of the Holy Trinity and half a dozen saints before she roared out, "Mother of GOOOOD" and almost hung limp.

Hank noticed it as she began to collapse and he told Billy to help lower her onto him slowly. Billy held onto Monnie and withdrew as gently as he could and they helped her to lie down. He eased himself down very carefully next to her after that and they both caressed and stroked her body, whispering how they felt to her, and hoping that she was alright after all.

"Was I good?" she moaned quietly as she sobbed a little, feeling emotion and weariness, "I tried my best for you, I really did."

"I can't even say how great that was. We have our answer," Hank whispered to her as he kissed her shoulder and rubbed the side of his head against hers, "We know the difference now, and we know that we were wrong, but you really did take us to Heaven, Monnie."

"I think we sort of took each other," she groaned.

"Yeah," Billy sighed as he put his arm over her and laid his head on the other side of hers on his brother's chest, "Thanks, Monnie. Could you, ... would you please come with us tomorrow?"

"Please stay with us," Hank added.

She didn't move as she spoke against Hank's collarbone, "I am so, ... tired and really, really fucked. I'm happy too.