Aprils fools, p.23
April's Fools, page 23
Brant nods and squeezes lube all over Remi’s ass. She stops fucking Madix so that Brant can do what she told him to. I watch as Brant’s biceps flex slightly and then relax. It happens a couple more times, and I realize what he’s doing when Remi groans appreciatively.
“You like that Remi?” he asks huskily. “You like when I play with your ass while you ride another cock?”
I look at Brant, shocked. I would have pegged Madix for the dirty talker, not him, but fuck if it’s not getting Remi even more riled up.
“Mmmm, I’d love it even more if I were riding both your cocks,” she tells him, and with that, Brant pulls the plug out completely.
He lines himself up, and starts to press slowly inside of her. Remi moans, and Madix moves his hands from her hips to start playing with her tits.
“You all feel so good,” she tells us, her hand stroking down my length again.
All of us are lost to the sensations of Remi’s body as she works each of us differently, but Madix stays still, careful to give her time so she can become acclimated to Brant.
When Brant is all the way inside of her, she turns to look at him over her shoulder. “You can fuck me now, soldier. I’m ready for you.”
Brant pulls out and pushes back in, and all three of them groan in unison.
“Fuck, I can feel him fucking you,” Madix bites out, his fingers digging into her hips again.
She leans down more so that her breasts hang heavy over his face, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth. “Now I want to fuck all three of you.” On that note, Remi moves her head and opens her mouth around the head of my cock.
I grind my jaw at the feel of her hot, wet mouth around me. Madix and Brant start to guide her over their dicks, and after several movements, they get the hang of the perfect rhythm and start moving her together. Madix thrusts into her from below, Brant from above, and I fuck her mouth. She groans, and the vibrations from the sound shoots right to my balls.
Moans and mumbled encouragements fill the room, and it’s all accompanied by the sounds of skin slapping against skin as we all fill her up and fuck her hard. Remi takes it all.
“Look at her, taking all of our cocks,” Madix says in a low, raspy tone.
“Looks like she was right about being able to handle us,” I say, right before she moves her mouth to suck on my balls, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from me. “She’s real fucking good at this.”
Remi pulls away from my balls with a pop and looks up at me with a sly smile. “Me? Are you sure you Joes haven’t done this before?”
My laugh joins the other guys’ chuckles, but it tapers off to another moan as Remi sucks my cock back into her mouth and swallows me deeply into her throat. I never thought the three of us would ever want to do this with the same woman at the same time, but it feels so fucking good that all I can think about is how I never want it to end. The three of us start fucking her harder and faster, and I can tell the moment she orgasms again when she cries out around my cock.
Madix shouts out with his orgasm next. Remi deepthroats me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I come down her throat, and watch as Madix grinds his release into her. Brant keeps fucking Remi’s ass, but he doesn’t last much longer either before he declares that he’s about to come. Remi reaches down and plays with her clit to draw out her own orgasm, just as Brant grunts into her with one final thrust and then lets his forehead rest against her shoulder.
The four of are left panting, sweaty, and completely sated.
Fuck, that was hot. And now I’m exhausted.
Remi grunts. “You guys are heavy.” She slips out from between all of us, forcing Madix to shove Brant off and roll over.
When she’s disentangled, she smacks Madix playfully on the ass and kneels at the foot of the bed, looking over at all of us. “You soldiers did really well,” she says with a sexy little smirk. “Now move over so I can take a nap with you.”
We all chuckle, but shift around until there’s a Remi-sized spot on Madix’s king bed. It’s a tight fit for all of us, but surprisingly, we all fall asleep within minutes, which has everything to do with the blonde-haired vixen tucked comfortably between us.
20
Brant
The week-long quarantine goes by surprisingly fast. The three of us basically fuck Remi as much as we can, in every way she wants, and shit, she is a thirsty one. The three of us would fuck her brains out, only to be woken up an hour or so after to do it again. And again. And again. We’ve had a fuck-ton of fun learning her body and what makes her squeal and moan and scream.
We’ve also learned a lot about each other and how to be respectful when sharing her, while also having fun with some friendly competition. It sounds crazy, but we’ve already fallen into a rhythm with each other. The thought of Remington leaving us alone leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. She fits with us, better than I ever imagined anyone could. She calls Madix out on his shit, she helps keep me present and happy, and even Theo seems comfortable in his own skin again; he hasn’t been obsessively working out, either.
On day eight, the official end of our quarantine, I’m lured awake by the smell of bacon and something heavy and warm resting on my chest. I crack open an eye and see Remi standing at the foot of the bed wearing those cut off shorts that make her ass look phenomenal, and a tight t-shirt under Madix’s cooking apron.
“You’re only allowed to wear that if you’re naked,” Madix grumbles into his pillow.
Theo is stretched along the foot of the bed, and when he wakes up with Madix’s feet in his face, he slaps them away with a groan.
“We don’t have time for hanky panky this morning,” Remi smiles. “It’s time for you soldiers to get up. Come eat the breakfast I made and compliment me on how good of a cook I am,” she says before turning and walking out of the bedroom with Puddles at her heels.
When I take my eyes off her ass, my gaze moves to the fluffy rodent curled up on top of me. “Coon,” I complain. “Get off.”
Coon peeks her head out from the scarf she’s wrapped happily in and stretches, making her sharp nails dig into my skin. “Ouch! Fuck.”
Coon pays my pain no attention as she slowly jumps down from the bed and follows Remi into the kitchen. Madix is already up and pulling on clothes. I get up next, passing Theo his prosthetic before yanking on some pants.
When we’re all dressed, we head into the kitchen and find Remi already chowing down on some bacon as she sets a plate of sausage down for Puddles.
I frown. “That’s not good for her.”
Remi cocks a blonde brow. “Says who? That there is fresh meat. I made those sausages myself.”
Madix’s black brows furrow as he sits down next to her. “From what meat?”
She beams at him, but before she can open her mouth to answer, he cuts of her off. “I don’t wanna know, do I?”
Remi leans over to peck a kiss on his cheek. “You don’t want to know,” she agrees cheerily.
Madix shakes his head but laughs and slaps her ass when she straightens up to grab some coffee. Remi fills all of our mugs and then sits down. Theo and I slide into the other chairs, and the four of us settle into easy conversation as we eat. We also make sure to give her at least three compliments on making breakfast. We made the mistake of not doing that after she made us pheasant one night, and she made us watch as she got herself off, and we weren’t allowed to touch. We learned our lesson real fast after that.
When we’re done with breakfast, Madix cleans up, while Remi perches on the counter, swinging her tanned legs back and forth and making me want to step between them and either wrap them around my face or my hips and take her right there. “While you sleepy heads were drooling into Madix’s mattress, I got up to listen to the local news,” she tells us, braiding her long hair over her shoulder. “Not only is it the end of our quarantine today, but the mayor called for a mandatory town meeting.”
“When?” I ask, pulling on my boots.
Remi grabs Madix’s wrist to look at his watch. “In about twenty minutes.”
Cursing, we hurry to clean up as quickly as we can, even though Madix bitches and complains about us not doing it right the whole time. Who washes the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher? It makes no fucking sense.
We walk out of the door, and it feels a little weird not to be greeted by someone and be officially cleared from quarantine. I guess that’s another perk to having the sheriff’s daughter with us. We all pile into the truck to head toward the high school, but I’m worried. What if the mayor called a meeting to give us more bad news?
So far from what we’ve heard, there’ve been no cases of the Handshake Plague confirmed in town. Apparently, there was a scare while we were gone and some outsiders wanted to get into the town, but it sounds like it was handled and whoever it was took off. We’ve still not been able to get any radio stations aside from the local one, and the cell towers are still down, which makes news of what’s happening outside impossible.
So now, we’re all in this weird state of limbo. The guys and I have talked about what we’ll do after our quarantine has been lifted. We are clearly the types that need jobs and purpose, but we can’t all agree on what that should be. We’ve talked about coordinating a hunting team to make sure everyone in Endstone is fed, but we’ve yet to decide if we’re all into that plan.
The parking lot is packed when we get to the high school. We pull into a space beside Nurse June and Dharla. Luckily, she’s not naked this time, but she is holding a new can of soup in her hand and demanding that people pay up. June just leans against her car, smoking a cigarette, watching Dharla with an amused twinkle in her eye.
When Nurse June notices us getting out of the truck, she perks up. “Ah, there you boys are. I heard you were the heroes who finally managed to wrangle in Trouble and make her see sense,” her kind eyes move to Remi. “How you doin,’ sugar?”
Remi smiles and moves in to hug her. “I’m doing just fine, Junie May. How are you and Dharla? She keeping you on your toes?”
June laughs and drops her cigarette on the ground, crushing it beneath her shoe. “All ten of them, and my fingers, too,” she jokes, before leaning back and studying Remi’s face. “It’s nice seein’ you home. You look real good, Remington April. You remind me of your mama,” she says, and I notice that they both get a glossy sheen over their eyes.
Remi kisses her on the cheek and looks over her shoulder. “Dharla’s looking to get naked, Junie,” she tells her.
June sighs and pulls out another cigarette to light up. “I’m gonna need another smoke first. Besides, it usually takes her a good five minutes to take her knickers off.”
Remi laughs and reaches back to take my hand, threading her fingers through mine. Madix steps up and presses his hand against the small of her back, while Theo brings up the rear. A slow, wide smile spreads over June’s face as she takes us in. “Oh, lordie, you handlin’ all that?” June laughs delightedly.
“You know it, Junie,” Remi says, with a wink.
June shakes her head, the laughter still escaping with the smoke from her lips. “No, sugar. Not you. I meant them.” She gives us all a curious look. “You sure you three can manage her? She’s more than a handful.”
Theo smirks. “You’re right. She’s three handfuls. And we got it, don’t you worry,” he adds with a cocky wink.
June tips her head back and laughs in her croaky, smoker’s tone, and it accompanies us as we start threading through the cars and people stuffed full in the parking lot.
“You got it, huh?” Remi teases.
Theo smacks her ass playfully. “Yup.”
“Well, that went better than I thought it would,” I observe. None of us really knew just what this small town would think about our relationship with Remi. This is our first trip out as a group, and even though it goes against all of my instincts, I’m trying to get on board with what Remi suggested we do.
“See, I told you, just to act like we normally do, minus the fucking, orgasms and nakedness. There are bigger freaks in this town than us, and not as many people will care as you think.”
I chuckle and watch as Theo leans into Remi. “So you’re finally admitting that you are, in fact, a freak,” he taunts.
“I wave that flag loud and proud, soldier,” she tells him with a smirk. “And don’t think that you aren’t a freak too, or are you forgetting the other night with the vibrator, the raspberry jam, and the milk jug?” she asks.
Theo laughs and adopts a faraway, dreamy look. Kinky fucker.
“We should do that with honey next time. I think that extra sticky element will take things to a whole other level,” he comments.
Remi nods her head thoughtfully. “That would be interesting. Let’s stop by the grocery store after the meeting and stock up on necessities. Oh, and don’t let me forget clothespins. I’ve got plans for those and Madix,” she adds, beaming excitedly.
Madix sputters at the revelation and glares at her. “No,” he growls, but Remi just pats his cheek as we approach the entrance to the gym.
“Whatever you say, sugar,” she tells him sweetly.
“I’m serious, Remington.”
“Of course, honey pot,” she replies.
“Remi,” Madix warns, and I can’t help but crack up at the exchange. We all know he’s going to do what she wants, and he’s going to like it. We all like the things she does, but it’s fucking hilarious watching him try to fight it.
They continue with this playful bickering back and forth as we follow a group of people into the gym. I blink back my surprise at the state of the inside. It’s decorated with streamers everywhere, and there are hand-painted signs that say things like, “We did it!” and, “Congrats, Enders on your endgame!”
There’s a stage set up on one side of the gym, directly across from where the bleachers are. It’s packed, and just like last time, we head toward the white cinderblock wall on the side to stand and observe.
“What’s with the decorations?” Theo asks.
Madix is still arguing with Remi about the clothespins, looking more and more distressed by the second, so they don’t even hear us.
I shrug. “Maybe they had a basketball game or something and went all out in order to distract everyone from the virus. You know this place. They get hyped up about the weirdest things,” I reply, and he gives me a snort of agreement.
When we first moved into town, they were celebrating something they called the Two Tail Festival. When I asked what it was, I was told that someone read an article about a town that had a festival for a chicken that got its head cut off, but managed to live for a couple years after that. Mike the Headless Chicken Days, it was called. Well, apparently, the mayor at the time decided Endstone needed its own peculiar set of celebrations, so when his niece found a lizard with two tails, the mayor pounced on it. I guess the lizard was named Uhtred, but that was way too hard to say, so the Two Tails Festival was born instead.
“It’s called nipple play, Mady,” I hear Remi telling him, and Theo and I have to swallow back a laugh when Madix instinctually raises his arm to protect the body part in question.
“I’ll give you fucking nipple play,” he growls.
She just laughs and looks excited about that proposition. “I’m all for taking turns.”
Restless chatter fills the gym, and there’s sense of anticipation and energy that wasn’t here at the last meeting we attended. I notice small groupings of more somber looking townspeople sitting amidst the crowd, and notice that each of them is wearing a black t-shirt with a white X on it. It looks ominous as fuck, and I suddenly wonder if people in town have become sick.
Worried, I turn to the others to ask if they noticed the shirts too, but before I can, the townspeople suddenly burst into applause and cheers. I look up to find the mayor, the current sheriff, Zeke, and Sheriff April, all walking into the gym with big smiles on their faces.
My blond brows furrow, and I look over at Madix and Theo, but they seem just as confused as I do. Remi is just kneeling down beside Puddles, scratching my dog’s belly and looking bored. We all watch the leaders of the town step up onto the stage and raise their hands in celebration while the townspeople eat it up and cheer even louder.
What the fuck am I missing here? Did the CDC get the virus contained? Are we celebrating because things aren’t as bad as we thought? I fucking hope so. I look around the room again, trying to piece together what’s going on. The mayor steps up to the podium and taps on the microphone.
“Alright, everyone, I’m here to announce the conclusion of our fifty-sixth annual End Of Days Scenario!”
The place explodes into applause again, so loud that it’s like the fucking superbowl was just won inside our dinky gymnasium.
Madix winces from the noise level, but I’m too busy staring open-mouthed at the mayor as my brain races and then trips over itself.
Laughing, the mayor looks behind him to the others on the stage, who are also wearing smiles, and then holds up his hands to quiet everyone down. “I know you all are eager to get to the celebration cookout, so I’ll announce this year’s survivors and succumbers.”
People whoop and groan simultaneously, and Mayor Jeffries grins and points to the groups wearing the black shirts with X’s on them. “I’m sorry to say, you lot succumbed to the Handshake Plague. You had the lowest points of all, but the Bodean family got the worst of the worst.” The crowd chuckles at their expense, and the Bodeans, a robust family of nine wearing matching holey overalls under their shirts and bare feet, wave everyone off and flash their middle fingers—even the five-year-old little girl.
“The Bodean family ran out of food on account of not rationing, their garden wasn’t kept up, and instead of asking a neighbor all friendly-like, they tried to steal,” the mayor says with a disappointed shake of his head. The crowd boos, and the matriarch, Mrs. Bodean, hocks a loogey onto the gym floor.
