Episode One The Best Way to Start the Morning

E arth, 2075

Shanna

My eyes fly open as I wake with a start. This isn't the first time I've woken up in full-blown fear. It's becoming my new normal.

All of us need to report for our mandatory vaccinations today. The history books say it wasn't always this way. There used to be a time when people just went about their business without worrying about the next mutation of a deadly virus.

Those days are long past and, for the most part, the immunizations protect all but the sickest among us. But there's something different about this round of vaccinations. I'm not the only one worried about it. My three lovers are, too.

There's no way of fighting it. We have no choice in the matter. The vaccination centers opened at midnight and by midnight tonight, every man, woman, and child on the planet will have received their shot or be severely punished.

I've never resisted before. They're just shots, but this one makes my shit detector ring loudly in the back of my mind.

There's one way to occupy my thoughts with something else, and I don't think it will be a hard sell.

Breathing in deeply, I order myself to calm. Before I get busy with the three men I love more than life itself, I focus on what's good in my life.

My legal husband Alex is on the far side of this big bed. One look into his warm blue eyes when we first met twelve years ago was all it took to get my attention. He'd been a studious law student. I was a grad student in genetics. It was his focused intensity that drew me in. He loved how I made him laugh and pulled him out of his far-too-serious shell.

Our life together seemed perfect, which is why bringing Roman into our family surprised all three of us. Our attraction and affection hit all of us like a sledgehammer. Luckily, we admitted and accepted the force of our passion. We've never regretted acting on it even though it's illegal and Ro's a cop.

Bringing Chaska on as the fourth in our big, happy family was easier, since we'd broken all the taboos already. Built big with a personality to match, none of us could resist his boyish charms. When we invited him to join us, it didn't take him long to not only say yes, but dive all-in with our loving foursome.

We work together like a well-oiled machine, each of us bringing something special to the mix. Normally, we try to keep things light and breezy, especially because it feels as if the world is crumbling around us. Occasionally, though, when we cross the line into serious territory, we share smug admissions that none of us have ever been this happy.

Love is wonderful.

Love with three other people is divine.

Chass is behind me, his thick cock pulsing along the curve of my ass. Morning wood. Gotta love it. I don't feel any other part of his body stirring, so he must still be asleep. That won't deter me. A few well-placed caresses and we can get this party started.

The youngest of my three romantic partners, he seldom uses his given name, Chaska. Instead, we call him Chass. He's a beautiful Native American who used to embrace his heritage. I've seen pictures of him in his teens before he moved to the city. His long black hair cascaded to his waist and shone in the sun.

We all agree it's a wise move to keep it short. There are a lot of hateful people who target anyone who doesn't fit what they call the "ideal." With his hair cut in the latest style, he fits in well and avoids attention from the regime.

Roman is still sleeping, his handsome face turned toward me. He wears his sandy-brown hair in a brush cut, which, along with his police uniform, lets him walk among the throngs without giving away his participation in this illegal four-way relationship.

If I simply bend at the waist, grip that magnificent cock of his, and slide my mouth onto him, he'll be awake before the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.

Alex is behind him, but our family attorney will be awake and joining in on the action the moment one of us moans.

Killing two birds with one stone, I jackknife toward Ro's cock, my ass sliding along Chass' equipment in the same move. In less than fifteen seconds, we go from four sleeping people to a writhing mass of sex.

I'm sucking Ro as deep as I can while Chass leans close behind me. His arms surround me as he plucks my nipples with the ease of a man who knows my body like the back of his hand.

When I nudge Ro, trying to push him onto his back, he resists, which tells me Alex is already plastered to his back. By Roman's sharp gasp, I imagine Alex is nipping his ear. It's a move that never fails to grab Ro's attention.

Out of the four of us, Chass is the best sex-talker. While his dexterous fingers pluck and tug my nipples from behind, he lodges his mouth near my ear and narrates.

"Our Shanna woke up horny this morning, didn't she?" On that question, he pulls a bit harder, right on the delicious cusp of pain.

I have no response, my mouth being otherwise occupied. As always, it's hard to pay attention to all the activity going on when my body is throbbing with desire. Blood pulses through my veins and pools in my pelvis. My nipples, full and sensitized, are aching with need.

"Oh yeah. Our little Shanna wanted to wake us all up with a smile," Chass murmurs.

He manhandles me, bending my leg and moving my knee to rest on Ro's thigh, leaving me wide open for him. His hand abandons my nipple and slides between my legs so he can discover just how wet and ready I am for him.

"Does our little girl want it from behind? You're too busy for full-on doggy style, but don't worry about me. I'll manage."

When he rubs the head of his cock between my folds from behind, teasing, bumping my clit on every slick slide, I open myself even wider for him. All the while, I'm taking Ro's cock as far as I can, humming, swirling my tongue, and reveling in the expletives exploding from his mouth.

"You're so fucking good at that, Shan. It should be fucking illegal," Ro growls. I guess I should consider this high praise coming from a cop.

He repositions himself, easing his ass back, arching his spine so Alex can have better access. I hear the soft click of the lube bottle, and then Ro's breathy moan as Alex drives into him.

I love this part, when all of us are in the act. Where I have to pay attention, so Alex's thrusts from behind Ro don't push him too far down my throat. Where Chass' cock is so deep inside me it's hard to focus on anything but the fullness and friction in my pussy and the insistent thrumming in my clit.

"Touch yourself, Shan. Make yourself come," Chass commands, his lips only a breath away from my ear. "None of us are going to come until you do."

Even though for most of my life I've been a rule follower, I don't obey his directions right away. I'm not ready for this to be over yet. I'm unwilling to deal with the rest of the day. Not only don't I reach between my legs to pleasure myself, I slow my ministrations to Ro's delicious cock, backing off to swirl the ridge of his crown.

"Shanna!" he hisses. "Don't tease. I'm so close."

That was bitchy of me. With Alex in his ass, he's got to be in heaven right now—on the edge of release. I guess there's no stopping this.

I suck down on his cock so far I gag. It's my penance for interrupting his arousal. As I work him harder, pushing him toward ecstasy, my hand circles my little clit. It's plump and slick and excited.

The sounds in the room pull me farther into my happy place.

Alex, usually the quietest of the bunch, is grunting with every thrust. Chass' cock is making soft squelching noises as he hurries his rhythm, now pounding me from behind, and then he begins a string of filthy words ensured to bring us all to completion in a matter of moments.

"That's right Alex, fuck him. Fuck Ro's ass," Chass urges. "Shan. You are so tight. Impossibly… oh."

He shudders behind me. He's trying to hold on. They all are. Waiting for me. Once again, Shanna's bringing up the rear. I stifle a giggle at my ridiculous internal pun and pay attention to the exquisite bliss shooting through my body.

My pussy's full, I'm giving Ro so much pleasure, and I'm surrounded by the most loving males on the planet.

Maybe it's that thought, more than the friction and lubrication and grunts and moans, that pushes me over the edge into delicious pleasure. This is what I was working toward since my eyes flew open this morning. This moment when all thought eases away.

I'm just a body. A body flying through the wilds of space and time. Needing nothing. Seeking nothing. No thoughts. Just pleasure.

I'm brought back to the now by my own shrieks of bliss, then Chass' baritone "Fuck!" barked near my ear as he spurts into me in hot, rhythmic jets. Ro's soft grunt is next. Frankly, I don't know how he held on so long with both Alex and me working him. His quiet release is louder than usual. High praise, indeed.

Alex is still busy pounding Ro so ferociously he pushes our favorite cop into me, moving both me and Chass toward the edge of the bed.

"Fuck!" Alex shouts his release. "So fucking good!"

My muscles melt into the mattress as I take a deep breath in through my nose. It smells like sex in here.

"Better than chocolate," I announce, not caring that my guys have no idea of how my mind leaped to that statement.

"Delicious," Ro mumbles through numb lips.

"Better than caramel," Chass argues.

He's perfect in so many ways. Why does he insist caramel is better than chocolate? Oh well, that's a fight for another day.

"Better than everything," our resident attorney pronounces with conviction.