OUTLAW'S BABY

by Amy Brent

  “I would love to, but I’m trying to be the only voice of reason. It feels wrong trying to be something that I’m not. It should be Drake out here and me in there with you feeling your body and touching you in the most profound way possible.” I reached for the door to let him in, but I realized that the lock was a combination only known to Drake. “You can still stop this before it goes too far. Find that little voice inside and you’ll know what to do.”

  “You’re right about one thing, Tyler. It does feel like the devil on my shoulder. Unfortunately, the angel has already been killed and buried 6 feet under. There are coins on his eyes and a RIP sign on a gravestone in his name.” I raked my nails down Drake’s chest paying particular attention to his nips. Each slight graze along the surface of his nipples and he jerked against me with his package pressed even tighter against my wet and demanding mound.

  I was stroking his cock through his briefs and then that wasn’t enough for me anymore. I dropped to my knees pulling down his pants and his underwear, until my prey was revealed in all its glory. When I first saw him in the office, I could tell that he was curious and I was just too afraid to say anything.

  “I’m the one that’s usually causing trouble and it’s not right that I have to be subjected to this show.” God bless him. Tyler was still trying to pull us back from the abyss. It was pretty obvious that he was jealous. I never took him for a guy that liked a little meat on the bones.

  My tongue stabbed into the hole and I manipulated his flesh with my fingers. I made sure to concentrate on the head touching that very sensitive spot and making him shudder with my skillful hand job.

  I pulled at his leg hairs, until I had that specimen begging me for my sweet mouth. I opened up and breathed hot air across his glands. I loved his reaction, but it was going to get a whole lot better than that.

  He suddenly grabbed my hair and drove the first half of his 8 inch love staff into my mouth. Just the feel of him touching my tongue had me shaking in disbelief. That orgasm was minor compared to the big one that was slowly coming up on me.

  “I don’t even know where to begin. The pill is amazing and I see all of these colors and you should have explained it better last night. I’m not even sure that anybody would have the right words and it’s like my body is charged with a very unique kind of adrenaline. This is all about sex and the only drawback is that I feel dry like the Sahara Desert. I have noticed that my allergies are gone. I can breathe clear for the first time in years.” Drake was fucking my face and staring down at the woman that had captured his lust from the moment that he laid eyes on me.

  Tyler was still watching and his hands were no longer in sight. By the movement of his body, I could only assume that he was using the five palm sisters. He was working himself into a lather and he didn’t even have the accompaniment of the drug to draw him further into sexual depravity.

  I’d never felt, so alive and I had to feel what it was like to have his cock deep in my mouth. I could feel him leaking and it was this thick sickly syrup that clung to my tongue like that of a paintbrush would to a wall. I buried him deep hearing an outcry of pleasure from both of the guys with one in the horrible position of having to see it and not experience it for himself.

  Drake balls were now full like that of a basketball being inflated with the use of some kind of electric pump. He was grunting and rivers of sweat had now accumulated down his chest to pool around his balls in a wet matted mess that smelled better than it looked. I inhaled those pheromones, as the pressure in his loins began to grow, until finally the dam burst.

  I swallowed as fast as I could, but the drug was now producing more than I could handle. I had to relinquish my claim letting the overflow stream down my chin and over my body like a clear and sticky paste. I rubbed it into my skin and then I heard the telltale click of the door behind me. After Drake had gotten his, he was now ready to share the bounty. I was still on my knees and looked to see the large encompassing bulge advancing closer. He was rubbing it in a circle and there was a telltale wet spot from where his excitement had gotten a little too overindulged.

  I knew that this was only the beginning and that what I had done to Drake was the catalyst to what was going to happen next. Any lingering doubt had vanished with the help of the drug. I knew that this was not the way that I would act normally, but I kind of enjoyed the freedom of letting the drug do what it was meant to do. It was time to bring Tyler into this and I happily motioned him with one finger to come closer to get the same kind of treatment that Drake got.

  Chapter five

  “I want to go on record to say that I don’t need a drug to fuel my desire for you, Celeste. I’m only doing this. as a purely scientific curiosity and nothing more.” I had no idea who he was trying to convince myself or him. It really didn’t matter and he had already swallowed the pill and we were just waiting for it to take effect.

  I was rubbing my hands up and down his legs. My fingers were doing most of the work, but not quite touching on what I really wanted to get my hands on. It wouldn’t take long for him to feel it and then I saw the glaze over his eyes. His head was moving back and forth and that was when I took control of the situation. I unzipped him and fished inside to find what I was looking for. It was a prize to behold and one that was slightly bigger than Drake, although it really didn’t matter to me one way or the other. It could’ve been 6 inches for 10 and I would have gladly consumed it, until he had nothing left to give me.

  “I thought that I would need time after such an explosive discharge, but as you can see I’m ready and raring to go again.” It must’ve been one of the many side effects that we were experiencing together. I was glad to see that Drake was up and not deflated after having me siphon every single drop from his balls. “This is so much better than Viagra. I’m sure that once this gets out there that we will find ourselves completely inundated with requests from every pharmaceutical company known to man.” I couldn’t understand how Drake could be thinking about business when his cock was thumping with its own heartbeat.

  “We can think about that later, Drake and don’t you see that we have a beautiful and compliant woman ready to do our bidding?” I wouldn’t exactly say it like that, but then I wasn’t completely in my right mind at the moment. I was completely off in my own little world and I had no desire to come back anytime soon. “Celeste is a beautiful woman and it’s a crying shame that neither one of us has done anything to show her that.” I’d always thought that Tyler thought of me as a little sister, but this was no way to act with a sibling.

  “I’m not sure what you want me to say. I think that I can let things go for the moment to enjoy the kind of sex that everybody will be clamoring for.” I gripped Drake tightly and heard him gasp with arousal, as his cock began to show me that one blow job was never going to be enough. He should have shown some signs of deflating, but it seemed like they had only grown bigger. I had them in my hand and I could feel the weight with the kind of pressure that his arousal was causing.

  He lifted me, until I was bent over at an angle with his hands on my hip and his cock rubbing up and down my slit. He purposely slapped it against my clit several times and of course that made my whole body tremble and my knees begin to shake from the effort. He applied enough pressure to that presence and it opened up the gates like that of a magician with a wand. I felt it rubbing up against my walls and it continued to slide along my wetness, until only his balls remained.

  “I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to keep this up. Just moving seems very difficult and the feeling of you wrapped around me is nothing short of euphoria. The sex that I had in the past was good, but it doesn’t even compare. I’m worried that this will become addictive and that we are only asking for problems trying to put it out on the open market.” This time is was Tyler thinking about something more than the moment. I couldn’t have that, so I slammed my mouth down on him and started to suck him on my own.

  Tyler was slapping his own face like the adde
d bonus of pain was needed. He was shaking his head with his eyes closed and my mouth now showing him a way to a pleasure filled trip that he would never want to come back from. I’d already experienced that myself, but it was slowly subsiding, which meant the drug that I was on was coming to the end of its cycle.

  I was stuck like a pig from both ends on the spike of both of their cocks. My skin was on fire and my flesh quivered with this need for the kind of release that no woman could ever do without. I pitied those ones that thought that they were getting everything they could from a relationship. One taste of this kind of sex would have them tossing their significant other to the side for the chance to feel like this. Nobody would be immune and that was a little scary and also exciting at the same time.

  “Your mouth is driving me crazy, but I really do need to fuck you. You have no idea how much it’s hurting me to see him taking you like that.” I heard a bit of anger in his voice and the bit of spittle coming from his mouth told me that that anger was only getting worse by the second. “I can’t take it anymore.” He pulled free of my mouth, leaving me empty and sticking my tongue out to try to draw him back in. I heard what sounded like somebody grimacing in pain and looked back to see that Drake had a bloody nose and was stumbling back with his cock bobbing up and down. He was lucky that his nose wasn’t broken. Tyler was acting like a jealous boyfriend, when there was more than enough of me to go around.

  I looked up to Tyler and the look on his face told me that I was in for it now. He lifted me with a strained look and made me wrap my legs around his waist with his cock finding my eager hole with one long and determined thrust of his hips. Our bodies were pressed up against each other with my hands around his neck and his mouth now encompassing the space at the side of my neck.

  He was bouncing my big boned frame up and down with no signs of slowing down. He turned and drove me up against the wall making me feel the impact and knocking the very breath out of my body. “Fuck me… Fuck me… Oh my god… I can’t believe that you are doing this to me.” I came undone like my whole body was now one limp rag doll. I hung there precariously, while he force fed me an injection of beef.

  I saw the look and knew from personal experience that it could only mean one thing. His face was this contortion of pleasure and then he was pulled free of me, as he began to shoot into the air and not inside me where he belonged. Drake carried me to a nearby metal counter. The cold was quite jarring against my skin and I shivered on contact, before he plugged me solid once more.

  The counter shook and the beakers began to dance along the surface, until they jumped practically on their own to the floor to their death. They shattered on contact. I don’t think that any one of us really cared. “I’m cumming again… I’ve never had a multiple orgasm, but I guess there’s always the first time for EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG.” He was working very hard and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to blow the top off of this cock. I could feel my inner muscles working along his length. I had orgasms before, but this one was by far better than all of them combined. I literally blacked out, but not before I felt that knob expand and the sweet cream release like that of something that you would find in a fireman’s hose.

  I took the brunt of that attack and I lie there with no control over my faculties. My ears were ringing and my vision blurred, but I knew that I could never have it this good again. “Yeah…this is what you wanted and I’m now going to give it to you every damn day for the rest of your life.” He gave me one final lunge forward and the last of his seed spilled within the lucky confines of my warm embrace.

  I was lying there in a sexual induced coma of sorts. I could make out that there was a fight ensuing. They were naked and felt no shame, as they rained blows on each other like that of some kind of secret fight club.

  I wanted to intervene and tell them to stop, but it was useless in the condition that I was in. The last of the drug died away and I was left shivering.

  “She’s mine and you can’t have her.” Drake drove his fist into Tyler’s stomach blowing the wind out of him and making him double over in pain. He lifted him by his hair and punched him three times in rapid succession. Watching this was fascinating, but also terrifying in ways that I could never imagine.

  “You’re going to have to kill me to have her.” The next punch landed in Tyler’s fist and he rose to his full height and squeezed with the kind of force that you would find in some kinda muscle-bound freak. He made Drake fall to his knees with a tear in his eyes from the obvious pain that he was being afflicted with. “You don’t deserve her and you’ve never deserved her. You are a coward. You’ve never lived a day in your life. I’m the one that goes out on a limb and tries new things just to say that I did it.” His right foot came out and squarely caught Drake in the ribs’.

  They were soon rolling around on the floor and then suddenly they stopped abruptly. They lie there moaning and it wasn’t from any kind of pleasure. They were writhing in agony and then they passed out, but thankfully they were still breathing.

  It took another couple of hours, but I finally got back on my feet with their seed dripping out of me and down over my body. Normally it would have dried to a paste, but my skin was still warm to the touch.

  I sat down in the Lotus position between them and I looked at their bodies and couldn’t quite get enough. The drug had worn off, but I was still feeling this desperate need to be with them. It was like the drug had unlocked something that was already there. It was the key to bringing about those experiences that I’d only thought about and never did anything about.

  I stayed with them, until they both opened their eyes at almost the exact same time. They bolted straight up and sat there looking slightly dazed and confused. “I do believe that we have some things to iron out. The way that this drug is right now is not fit for consumption by any one. We were stupid to do this and we risked our own health for something of a hidden desire that we didn’t even know we had for one another.” Drake was using his clinical side to see things for what they were.

  Tyler was still a little out of it and he was nodding his head like he agreed with everything that Drake was saying. “Drake’s right and we need to take things slowly. I don’t think that we really needed that drug.” I got up and grabbed them both by the hand.

  “I’m not saying that I don’t want to do that again, but I don’t think that it’s necessary every single time. In fact, I would like to try a new experiment where all of us go back to one of your place and see what we can do about burning up the sheets without the drug feeding that need. Whatever this drug is can’t be controlled. I do like the after effect and that newfound sense of sexual self is not a bad thing at all.” I had them in my hand and after they dressed, they put one hand each on my ass through my skirt.

  We left there with smiles on our faces and we stopped momentarily at the elevator to look back at the drug. We knew that this was not the first time that we would try that. It was inevitable that we would fall back into old habits, but for now it was time to take things to the next level. I didn’t know where we went from here, but I was willing to throw my body at them to find out.

  “I have to say that we may have jumped the gun by introducing human trials. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that Drake will attest that what we did to save your life is something that we don’t ever wanna take back. I just think that we were playing god and maybe it’s time that we start thinking clearly and doing something about these feelings in a more constructive way. I don’t think we were being forced to do anything that we didn’t already want to do.” Tyler was a clever young man.

  “I don’t know about the two of you, but I think the drug was the perfect way to reveal our feelings. We no longer have to hide or think that what we’re doing is wrong. We know that we feel this for one another and to deny ourselves that kind of pleasure is foolish. I can’t believe that we have wasted all this time being alone.” The door to the elevator closed and with it came an awakening that was going to have me clawing at th
eir bodies, until the wee hours of the morning.

  TROUBLE WITH DOUBLE

  Cerise Rhodes handed her stepbrother a five-dollar bill. She tried to ignore his little smirk as he put it in his wallet but at that moment it was awfully tempting to smack him a good one. Jaxon Davies gave her a helpless little shrug and put the bill in his wallet.

  The bet between them had been whether her boyfriend—or soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend—was going to show up to mount the cabinets and build the bar. Jaxon had said “no”. Cerise had said “yes”, but by now even she had realized that Devon Brown was a slacker. “He’ll probably come in as soon as we’ve got it fixed,” Jaxon said, taking up a wire-stripper. He was the electrician of the bunch. Cerise scowled. “Stop it,” she said.

  “You know he’s like that,” Jaxon said, teasing her this time. “He’s only into you because you’re black, you know that, don’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t presume,” she sniffed.

  They—Cerise, Jaxon, and Miles, Jaxon’s twin—had really been feeling the pressure lately. The three of them had bought the burnt-down husk that had once been Philadelphia’s Laser Tex at a steep discount, but the costs to shore up the main support beams, re-do the interior, furnish the place with the kind of booths and tables that would be worthy of the next “trendiest spot in town”, had all been higher than expected. They were doing a lot of the work themselves—Cerise was doing all of the design herself, using every connection she’d made as a graphic artist to find the materials and furniture. Jaxon was doing most of the plumbing and wiring. “It’s all poles in holes,” he said, which wasn’t exactly reassuring but so far the toilets he’d installed were still functional and the lights that had been put in hadn’t shorted and burned down the place—again. Yet. Miles was the brains of the bunch. He knew how to spot trends and cash in on them, and he knew how to wrangle small-business grants from the city government to help offset the costs and work the taxes so that they came out only slightly the worse for wear.