by Krista Wolf
Madison was staring at me, glassy-eyed and sniffling. Fighting back tears of sympathy that I usually despised, yet somehow, not from her.
“When my father died, my mother was a zombie. She went blank for a while, and I had to take over.”
“How old were you?”
“Fourteen,” I said.
“My God, Julian.”
“Yeah.”
I saw her dab at her temples with a tissue. Rub gently at the edges of her beautiful eyes. I didn’t want her to cry, though. That wasn’t the reason for this.
“Anyway, I became man of the house,” I said. “I took good care of my younger siblings, but when it came to everything else I couldn’t keep up. I saw the backyard we played in so often go to total shit. The pool we had so much fun swimming around in, depressingly empty, the liner all shredded. A foot of green, scummy water, lying at the bottom…”
I winced a little at the memory, but caught myself quickly. Leaning the chair back to the floor, I sat up straight again.
“Anyway, I got caught digging up rocks from a nearby wooded property,” I said, “while trying to fix our retaining wall. The guy followed me back to my house. He admired my work, but told me I had shit technique. Then he took the wall back apart, and showed me how to put it together correctly.”
“Let me guess,” said Madison. “He was a stonemason?”
“Sure was.”
She reached across the table and laid her hands over mine. It was a sweet gesture.
“And so I’m guessing he taught you?”
“He apprenticed me, first,” I said. “It wasn’t until after half a dozen jobs that he actually started paying me. I took my first paycheck and bought a new pool liner.” I couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll never forget my little sisters’ faces when they caught me filling it up. How happy and excited they were, to see that crystal clear water again.”
The memories flooded back, all at once. The pride. The happiness. The thrill at finally going forward, and not back.
But also… the anger. The resentment I had for my mother, who’d done nothing but grieve, in all this time.
“Soon they were diving in,” I went on. “Swimming around, splashing each other. I got the yard looking good again, like it did when my father was alive. My mother even came to sit outside sometimes…” I frowned. “While still drinking her face off, of course.”
Madison’s thumbs rubbed over mine. Her hands were warm. Soft.
“Did she always drink?”
“No. Not until my father was gone.”
Her voice went softer. “Losing someone like that is hard, Julian. You know it is.”
“Yeah I know,” I admitted. “But she had kids, and that’s different. You have to be strong for them,” I added angrily. “You’ve got to.”
She let me vent, and that was good also. A lot of this had been inside for a while. It needed to get out.
“My brother was only a year old when my father passed,” I said. “He doesn’t even remember a time when she wasn’t a sullen, sobbing wreck.”
I cleared my throat and pushed my beer away. All of a sudden I was through drinking.
“Anyway, the more we hung out in the yard, the more we preserved my father’s memory. It was almost like being with him again. Having the same fun we used to have when he was alive, talking about him, laughing as we recalled old stories and funny things he used to do, like throw us in the pool and pretend to fall in himself.”
Madison was smiling through her tears. She chuckled softly. “Your dad sounds awesome.”
“He was.”
“Is.” She squeezed my hand. “You’re preserving his memory, remember? That doesn’t ever go away.”
I choked — literally choked — on the softball that had formed in my throat. Her words touched my heart.
“Long story short, the stonemason — Jackson, his name was — he brought me over here. ‘Lots of work in Scotland’, he said, ‘putting stuff back together’. Everything’s ancient on this side of the ocean. Everything’s crumbling.”
“And so here you are…” she smiled.
“Here I am.”
Madison abruptly stood and took my hand in hers. I let her pull me from the chair. Press the softness of her feminine body tightly against mine.
“Come upstairs with me,” she murmured, running her hands up my chest. I stiffened instantly under her delicate touch, her eyes making all sorts of wicked, wanton promises. “And let me show you how grateful I am to you for finishing my wall.”
Thirty-Four
MADISON
I spent the better part of an hour, just rubbing him down. Massaging every muscle in his hard, gorgeous body, with a combination of my hands, fists, and elbows.
Julian lay prone across my bed, every inch of his skin glistening with reflected candlelight. I’d spent time on his shoulders… his arms… his lower back, which I figured had to be sore from all the lifting and setting.
But those parts were for him. For me, the payback came as I slid even lower, my hands smoothing over the well-oiled bubble of his amazingly firm ass.
He’s got muscles on top of muscles!
I let my fingers wander, beneath the lower curve of his glutes. Dragged the tips of my nails lightly over his sun-bronzed skin, right down between his slightly parted legs…
His balls were heavy and full in my hand. I cupped them gently, feeling them slip into the pool of warm oil I had in my palm…
“That feel good, baby?”
The two-hundred pound stonemason grunted unintelligibly into my pillow. I had him now. He was putty in my hands…
“Roll over,” I said seductively. “And let me work on your front.”
Julian lay there a moment longer, letting me play with his balls from behind. Then he slid an arm underneath and used it to push himself onto his back. His magnificently warm cock popped free, presumably in anticipation of all the fun it was about to have.
I climbed over his gorgeous body and delivered a hot, sensual, open-mouthed kiss. Julian kissed me back, his hands working their way around my body. He cupped my ass and tried pulling me downward, but I resisted with a chuckle.
God, I wanted to fuck him so badly.
Just do it already!
By now I was down to nothing but a G-string. It would’ve been so easy to just pull it to one side. To shift forward and sink achingly back, right onto his monster of a cock…
But this was about Julian, and what he’d done for me. About pampering him and spoiling him and making him feel incredible.
At least for a little while longer.
I slid further down his body, dragging my hands along his hot skin. Intentionally removing most of the oil, but rubbing it into his washboard stomach…
His manhood was inches from my face, the great head throbbing and pulsing. Twitching ever-so-slightly up and down, in perfect time with the rhythm of his beating heart.
“Mmmmm…” I moaned, as I closed my lips around it. I sucked him hard, bobbing up and down a few times in his lap before popping it free again. “Looks like I might have to massage this part with my mouth…”
I ran my hands over his thighs, feeling the strength coiled tightly in his giant quads. Then I wrapped both hands around his amazing cock.
God…
It was harder and thicker than the last times I’d felt it. Probably because he’d been lying face-down on a forty-five minute erection.
I wanted to relieve him of his burden. To let him blast right off in my throat, and feel the warmth of his come filling me from the inside…
But I also wanted to fuck the everliving shit out of him.
It was a dilemma for sure. One that my dripping pussy would just have to endure, at least until I’d brought him off and made him hard agai—
“You know you really should lock your door…”
I whirled, just as Julian bolted upright. Not far behind us, leaning against the doorway, Chase stood grinning.
“Sorry,” he ap
ologized. “Noah’s still pissed at me, so I took a ride. Didn’t know where else to go, so I ended up here.”
My heart — which had doubled its normal rhythm — began slowing again. Sort of.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “You scared the crap out of—”
“I know, I know,” he laughed. “It’s not exactly like there’s a protocol for this. What was I supposed to do, clear my throat?”
Julian was shaking his head in bewilderment. Somehow, I was still stroking him slowly in both hands.
“Look, if you want me to go, I’ll take off,” said Chase. I could see his eyes crawling slowly over my thong-covered ass. “But… you know…” He grabbed at his waist, and I heard the jangle of a belt buckle. “Any time… any place… all that jazz.”
I glanced back at my sexy stonemason, a smile playing its way across my face. He shrugged one big shoulder, but I thought I saw the hint of a sideways grin.
Yes…
“Well when you put it that way…” I told Chase, grinning over my shoulder. I wagged my ass seductively back and forth at him. “Help yourself.”
I went back down on Julian, slathering his cock with my hot, wet, tongue. A moment later, I felt the tug of my G-string being pulled over one asscheek.
“After all,” I sighed, as Chase’s hands settled over my hips. “A deal’s a deal.”
Thirty-Five
MADISON
Oh my God oh my God oh my God…
I gasped as Chase kept eating me, finger-fucking me throughout my orgasm. I climaxed hard on his stubbled chin. Rolled my hands into his thick dark hair, enmeshing my fingers there while squeezing my legs tightly against the sides of his face.
“OH MY GODDDDDD…!”
I had him locked away, clenched tightly in the valley between my thighs. My ass left the bed. My hands were fists now, shoving him against me even as I grinded upward against the flat of his tongue. Using him as an instrument, to wash his whole face with my spasming, climaxing pussy…
“Ohh… FUCK yes!”
This time my orgasm was short, quick, intense. The opposite of the long, slow one I’d just had with Julian. I pulled Chase up and kissed him deeply. His tongue slipped against mine, feeding me my own tangy wetness.
Oh fuck that’s soo… good…
I was left lying breathless in Julian’s lap. Being held in his two giant palms, which right now were the only things keeping me from total collapse.
“You wanna go again?” I wheezed, looking up at him upside down. My face was red, I knew. My breath, still coming in short, ragged gasps.
But Goddammit, I still wanted more.
They’d been fucking me off and on for two hours. Screwing me to within an inch of my life, and eliciting orgasm after orgasm.
We stopped for a snack break, sometime in the middle. That part made me giggle. Chase made popcorn and Julian got drinks, while I hopped into the shower and cleaned myself up.
And I needed cleaning up.
We’d talked, we’d snacked, we’d drank sodas at midnight. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, in just our underwear, we discussed everything in general; our whole lives, past, present and future.
It reminded me of a sleepover. A really sexy sleepover. And as the three of us recovered, we talked about anything and everything…
… except for Chase’s black eye.
We sure grilled him on it, Julian and I. But even without Noah around, he wouldn’t say much. Only that he’d done something stupid, and that he’d had it coming. Whatever that meant.
Julian had offered him ‘help’ if he needed it, while cracking his knuckles for effect. But Chase had shaken his head. He’d promised the whole situation was under control, and it wouldn’t be a factor again.
After that they decked me, shoving aside the tray of snacks and going to town on my body. I was stretched out and devoured. Forced to my hands and knees, and fed from both ends. Spitroasted slowly back and forth, as they took their every pleasure with my willing, writhing body.
Each time they switched places, it turned me on even more. To be so used like this. I was a sexual object — their wanton little plaything. The center of their desire, and focus of total attention.
But at the same time, I was also so much more than that, too.
I was constantly being kissed, and the kisses were soulful. They held meaning, just as the looks we gave each other whenever we locked eyes. The guys weren’t just fucking me, they were making love to me too. There was a burning intensity that came with every smoldering look. Every lingering bit of delicious eye contact, as they took me simultaneously, in ways that only two men can.
By now I was spent and ragged, but oh so totally horny for more. Julian reached out and pulled me on top of him. He planted me squarely over his iron spike of a cock, then pushed down on my shoulders until I was speared to the core.
“Ohhhhh…” I breathed, as he bottomed out. “I’ll never get tired of that.”
He let me ride him for a while, splaying my palms out over his perfect chest. He played with my breasts while grinding me deep, rolling my nipples between his fingers and driving me totally wild.
We shifted again and he spun me around, screwing me reverse cowgirl with both hands spreading my ass so he could have the best possible view. I was learning how visual he was. It seemed Julian got as turned on watching as he did participating, and that included my time with the other guys too.
Moments later Chase was kissing me, taking my breath away. Holding me steady as I was being fucked from behind, then eventually replacing his lips with his hard, throbbing cock.
I grabbed it and shoved it into my mouth. Swirled my tongue all over it, while being steadily pumped from beneath. It was the height of perversion. The hottest fucking thing in the world, serving both guys at once. Having two incredibly beautiful men inside my body, while simultaneously giving and receiving pleasure.
“I… I can’t last...”
Chase was pulling back. Trying to stop the inevitable. But my grip on his cock was strong. My lips, swollen from all the sucking, sealed tightly over his beautiful, glistening shaft.
“Madison, I—”
“Mmm-hmm…” I hummed, giving him the go ahead. Letting him know exactly what I wanted.
I felt him relax, and accept his fate. Chase’s hand sifted frantically into my hair. He began pumping my face, returning to the rhythm we’d already worked up, rather than trying to fight against it.
“Oh… oh holy shit…”
He erupted in three huge blasts, followed by a series of smaller, powerful ones. I couldn’t possibly take it all. I swallowed as much as I could, my cheeks bowing as some of his warm seed spilled from the sides, dripping down onto my neck and chest.
It felt hot. Sinful. Utterly dirty.
I totally fucking loved it.
Julian — having just watched this — tightened his grip on my hips. I felt his fingers dig in. His hands curl into claws as his whole body went rigid.
“Come in me…” I gasped, my hair spinning as I turned to look over my shoulder. “Come in me baby… oh God! Come in me….”
Two seconds later he did just that, blasting off inside me for the first time. I watched his face as he did it. Felt that warm wave of pride and satisfaction, as his eyes screwed shut and his back arched and his cock went off like a piston, thumping and throbbing, somewhere deep in my womb.
Holy SHIT Madison!
I took a mental snapshot, searing the moment into my brain. The time two powerful, muscle-bound men pumped their come into my body, simultaneously, from opposite ends.
“Ohhh… Oh fuck me…”
I collapsed sideways, into the softness of my bed. My eyes closed — just temporarily — and the next thing I knew a pillow was being placed under my cheek.
“Thanks…”
My voice suddenly seemed drowsy and very far away. Exhaustion had caught up with me all at once.
“I… I really…”
I stopped, unable to remember wh
at I was saying. I felt elation. Contentment. Love.
Love?
Delirium set in, as my eyes refused to obey any orders to open. Eventually I gave in, my soft, naked body surrendering completely as I fell fast asleep… while being spooned from in front and behind.
Thirty-Six
MADISON
I was on a roller-coaster, moving fast. Sweeping, turning, sailing high over some unknown boardwalk pier, then plunging low, as my stomach dropped out beneath me.
The ride should’ve been terrifying. No track could’ve withstood the abrupt turns and impossible angles that flung me left and right, up and down. Finally the car left the tracks and went sailing off into the sky, leaving me all alone.
And for some reason I wasn’t afraid.
Instead of dropping, I rose higher into the air. The car disappeared beneath me, and in that moment I was flying — sweeping along a winding river. Dipping under bridges and over embankments without a single care as to where I was, until I was soaring over a vast, moonlit pond.
I slowed without slowing. Hovered weightlessly in the air, until I felt myself dropping slowly downward into the mirror-like surface of the water.
The pond was warm. Soothing and comforting. As the waters enveloped and accepted me, I felt a sense of serenity unlike anything I’d ever experienced. In both body and mind, I was calm. Peaceful. Totally at ease.
Then a sound came, shattering the silence. The unnerving snap of a twig or branch, out near the treeline…
Gasp!
I woke crudely and abruptly, shoving my dream away. Confusion set in… until I remembered where I was. Who I’d been with. What I’d done.
There was an arm wrapped protectively around me. I wriggled free and saw it belonged to Chase. I sat at the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to remember where I’d put my clothes. Or rather, where they’d stripped them from my body, before ravishing me for that second round.
