Those Kinds of Adult Stories Your Mother Warned You About

by Natalie Nogasm

  God, she was debased. She clenched around that enormous cock inside of her, knowing that she’d willingly made herself into a slut for these two men. Penetrated from both ends, she writhed on them, fucking herself on Austen as she slid Lance as deeply as she could into her mouth, sucking on him almost lovingly.

  That pounding from both ends was more than enough to send her hurtling over the edge, her body tightening around the two men invading her. Pleasure built until she couldn’t think of anything else, and it was a good thing that no one else was around. With the lightning sparks of climax shooting through her limbs and down into her fingers and toes, with the rush of heat, she couldn’t be quiet. She moaned and squirmed on both of them as she came, pulsing, intense, powerful waves of pleasure gripping her over and over again.

  Just when she felt like she might be coming back to earth again, she felt the hot gush of come into her mouth. Lance tasted like heaven, and she moaned around him as she sucked him for all of it.

  Seconds later, with the taste of that come still heavy in her mouth, salty and sweet and musky and just purely amazing, she felt Austen twitch inside of her and he started to fill her with his own hot fluids. She cried out and rocked on him, and his frenzied movements inside her only drew out her own release.

  Could she even handle it? Her body felt like it might just fly apart, and while she was still coming, both men pulled out of her, and, one lying on either side of her, they kissed her, one after the other, until she lost track of who even had their lips against hers, which man was which.

  While she was still spasming with the aftermath of her orgasm, her legs were knocked apart and she instinctively spread them wide. Both men slid their hands down, running fingers over her most intimate areas, stroking and flicking and rubbing until the pleasure that they gave her was actually almost painful.

  “Oh God, please,” Anne Marie begged, and even she wasn’t sure if she was begging for more or for them to stop. She wanted to catch her breath, but part of her thought that she would stop breathing entirely if she lost this feeling.

  It was like being caught up into a whirlpool, or a tornado. Some force of nature that swallowed her up and carried her away utterly in its grasp. What she was feeling was an orgasm beyond an orgasm, something that she’d never felt before and it seemed that only two men, these two men, could give to her.

  “Can you keep going?” Lance asked Austen, and Austen just grinned that same cocky grin that he had always had, the one he pulled out all the time.

  “I can if you can,” Austen replied, and it was then that Anne Marie knew that she was really in trouble. The best kind of trouble that a girl could possibly be in. It seemed that these two gorgeous studs weren’t even close to done with her.

  Anne Marie groaned as her trembling, pulsing body was put up onto all fours. On her hands and knees, she swayed, but she was recovering from her orgasm more every second.

  There was something so primal about this. So animalistic. She had never felt anything quite like it before, but she sure the hell hoped that she did again. Already, she’d been brought almost to her limits. Now, she was going to see about shattering those limits to find out what she could truly handle.

  “My turn,” Lance murmured, slipping around behind her, rubbing his hand over the smooth, round curve of her ass. He slapped her there, just spanking her playfully, and then sheathed himself inside of her in one quick, eager, desperate little movement.

  There was no way that these two men weren’t oversensitive after the playing that they’d already done. Anne Marie knew that she was. And yet, she couldn’t stop this. She didn’t want to. How much could her body take? How about them? She needed to find out, so when Lance pushed inside of her, she gasped, but she took it, and she loved it.

  She closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of being fucked, and she didn’t even notice when Austen lay down underneath her, slipping between her arms. She was completely unaware of it, at least until Lance put his strong hand on the back of her head and bent her down so that her lips touched the smooth, slick hardness of Austen’s cock.

  “Suck him,” Lance said, and Anne Marie moaned softly. This was by far the sexiest thing that she’d ever done. Heat rushed through her body as she parted her lips and obediently welcomed him between them.

  What she wasn’t expecting was for Austen’s lips to wrap around her clit in return. For him to start to suckle at her, to eat her out as she blew him. She was 69ing with a hot guy while another hot guy slammed deep inside her pussy.

  The sounds of sucking, of licking, of fucking filled the air, along with three different voices as they moaned and whimpered, two strong and masculine, one lighter and feminine, all mingling together flawlessly.

  In this new position, Anne Marie was slightly less helpless. She could move, she could fuck herself on those two cocks, and she did. It wasn’t long at all until her body, which was almost overwrought, was clenching around them as she came to an orgasm, one that seemed like it was truly never going to stop. Never. The force of it ripped through her body, almost tearing her essence from it as she convulsed and trembled and writhed under him.

  “Lance, Austen,” Anne Marie panted, though it came out all garbled by the thick cock in her mouth. No one would have any idea what she said, but that was fine. She figured that they would get the idea.

  It wasn’t much longer, while she was still shaking with the force of her orgasm, that she was filled up with hot, fresh come from both ends again.

  Lance pulled out first, and then Austen slid from between her lips. Utterly exhausted, worn out in the best way possible, Anne Marie fell to the grass. Her arms and legs burned with exertion and simply wouldn’t hold up her weight for even another second.

  “Welcome home, sugar,” Austen drawled, and Anne Marie watched, utterly exhausted, as both men dressed, grinning at each other like they’d won the lottery together.

  She had to give them one thing. They didn’t just take off and leave her on the field, naked and almost defenseless. They stayed nearby, talking and laughing and joking around, until she was able to get her clothes on and carefully, gingerly mount the horse.

  As she rode off, she couldn’t help but look back at them more than a few times. She had never seen such handsome men in her life, and she’d had them both.

  * * *

  It felt like every muscle, bone, sinew, tendon, everything in her whole damn body, it felt like all of it was aching as one. She’d put herself through quite a lot, and she felt like what she’d done was stamped on her face. Like everyone would know just by looking at her.

  The evening after, neither Lance nor Austen had shown up to her parents’ party. Which was probably a good thing. She wasn’t sure she could look at either of them without blushing. Though that didn’t stop her from feeling this sinking sense of disappointment right in the very pit of her stomach.

  Part of her had hoped that she would see them. Even though it was ridiculous, and she would have no idea what to say to them.

  That night, she was sure she dreamed about them. She tried to put it out of her head, but her mind kept going back to what they’d done in the grass, and she couldn’t help the pang of arousal that she felt when she thought about it. Which was about a hundred times a second, or at least it felt like it.

  Her body had recovered a little bit by the next morning, and she set herself to forgetting what had happened. It had been a momentary lapse, that was all. It didn’t mean anything. It was one of those secret little things that people had that they never talked about, and that no one, other than Anne Marie herself and the two men, would ever know.

  Day two of the festivities was on, and Anne Marie had planned to leave before this point. She’d done her familial duties, after all. Something kept her, though, and she knew very well what it was. Or rather, who.

  Not that they were likely to show up, after what had happened. Tonight a hay ride was planned, followed by a huge campfire. It was ridiculous, her parents were acting like
they were dealing with a bunch of tourists, but even Anne Marie had to admit that everyone seemed to be having fun.

  She wasn’t wrong, though. She’d assumed that neither Lance nor Austen would show up, and they didn’t, even though their families were both there. She tried to tell herself that she didn’t care, but who was she kidding? They were the whole reason that she had stayed.

  It was surreal to hang out with her parents, to chat with people she hadn’t seen in ten years, when all she was thinking about was how those two hot dicks had felt inside her.

  It was to the point where she sort of thought that she was hallucinating when she saw Austen.

  It was when they were sitting around the campfire, and everyone was laughing and chatting. It was a very close community, she had to admit. Something that she wasn’t used to in New York, where far more people lived but they lived so apart from each other. Not in a physical sense, but emotionally.

  Her heart clenched almost painfully in her chest when she saw Austen standing there. He was away from the main group, standing in the shadows, and when he caught her eye, he beckoned her over.

  For a moment, she contemplated not going. Pretending that she didn’t see him. It would be better, maybe for her to put this in her past. But one look at his handsome face and her heart fluttered. She needed to go. It was like she was moving before she even consciously decided to do anything.

  Quietly, without drawing anyone’s attention to her, Anne Marie rose to her feet. It was easy to do. It seemed like the whole damn community had turned up. Granted, that was only about fifty or so people, but it made for a very loud, boisterous environment around the fire.

  No one seemed to notice as Anne Marie left. Quietly, she followed Austen, who stayed just far enough ahead of her that she could still see him while making it impossible for her to talk. To ask what was going on.

  Not that it would have changed anything, really. She was too nervous to speak, she was pretty sure that the lump in her throat was the size of a baseball and she doubted that she could force her voice past it.

  Austen led her to the stables, and when they walked inside, Lance was there, waiting. Somehow, that didn’t surprise Anne Marie all that much. Actually, she realized that she would have been more surprised if he hadn’t been.

  They had started this together, more than ten years ago. It made sense that they would be here in this moment, all three of them, staring at each other like none of them could ever get enough.

  “What is this about?” Anne Marie asked, and Lance smirked at her in such a blatantly sexual way that she felt shivers of delight go through her body. She’d thought she was too worn out from the day before to do this again, but it turned out that she was wrong.

  She was ready to go. Still sore, definitely, but she could tell that she was getting slick and slippery between the legs. Her clit throbbed, desperate to be touched, desperate for more of the same treatment that she’d gotten the day before.

  “You said that you weren’t going to be here for long,” Austen commented, his tone casual enough, but there was this intensity to his eyes. “When are you gonna leave?”

  Anne Marie blinked. She hadn’t thought about it too much. Originally, she’d been planning to leave after the first night, but that had passed, and she had made no plans to go.

  “I don’t know,” she whispered, and then Austen was there, and Lance, too, trapping her curvy body between their two large, strong, huge, hot ones. Austen kissed her, and then Lance took her by the shoulders and turned her around so that he could do the same.

  Just like it had been from the beginning, it was overwhelming. Which didn’t mean that Anne Marie didn’t like it. She loved it, her whole body was on fire with want, with the desire for more.

  Their tongues plunged boldly into her mouth, like they were claiming her. Or maybe that’s just how it felt, though that was almost more terrifying. That meant she wanted them to claim her, and maybe for more than just some casual, if mind-blowing, sex.

  “You can leave,” Lance whispered fiercely when they finally broke from the kiss, “But we want you back. You hear me?”

  Anne Marie heard, and her heart felt like it stopped in her chest. They wanted her back. They wanted this to happen more than just the once. She had barely let herself know that that was even a possibility.

  Anne Marie wrapped her arms around Lance and kissed him, even harder than before, with even more passion, but something else, too. Something more emotional than lust, though the lust was there, too.

  “I need both of you,” she whispered, and it was so damn true that it made her whole body ache. She did need them. Both of them. She always had. As for Lance’s question, she ignored it. For the moment, anyway.

  “Who do you want first?” Austen, always the bolder one, asked. Anne Marie smirked and shook her head. They’d misunderstood her.

  “No,” she said, looking at both of them with a challenge in her dark eyes. “Together. Both of you. At the same time.”

  Lance got it first. He smirked back at her, and started to strip out of his clothes, revealing that hot, muscular body once more. When he was totally bare for her, he lay back on a bale of hay, his cock completely erect and leaking all over his flat stomach.

  “Right ,” he whispered, and she had never seen so much sexual challenge in anyone’s eyes before. Could she really take it? He asked her that question without words, and she smirked, answering in the same way.

  Anne Marie threw her leg over him, rubbing her pussy lips over his length. She remembered exactly how thick he was, and she knew that this was going to be intense, but that didn’t stop her from reaching down and gripping that hard cock in her hand. She squeezed it, and then suddenly drove herself down onto it, taking him deep within her body in one smooth, perfect motion.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, her back arched, her breasts thrust hard, nipples hard and wanting. She felt full, so full, already, and she didn’t even have everything that she wanted yet.

  Just as she was thinking that, she felt Austen come up behind her. She stopped her movements, staying very still, letting him line himself up. The bales of hay lifted Anne Marie and Lance up enough that they were at the perfect level, and soon enough, Annie Marie felt another cock pressing against her entrance.

  “Do it,” she whispered. She had no idea if she could take it, two hung, gorgeous cowboys at once, but she was sure the hell going to try.

  Austen, to his credit, went slow. Anne Marie gasped as she felt the thick, blunt head of his dick press against her hole. He breached her, and slowly, inch by inch, he worked himself into her.

  She was so wet and eager, and that was the only reason that it worked. His cock slid inside of her pussy, which was already stuffed with Lance’s. It filled her up like she had never been filled before, with a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. Or was it pain so intense that it couldn’t be anything but pleasure?

  Right away, Anne Marie was coming, her tight sheathe locking around both of the cocks that stuffed her full. It was like she couldn’t stop. One wave of pleasure would crest, and then she would be grabbed by the next and flung even higher into something that could only be called ecstasy.

  Those two enormous dicks inside her twitched against each other, and then they were both spurting inside of her, making her slick enough that they could actually both move a little bit more freely, even in her tight channel. Each and every movement had another burst of sensation rushing through her body, stealing her breath, making him squirm on both of them in something that was like an orgasm, but about ten thousand times more intense.

  Anne Marie half blacked out, trapped on those two enormous dicks. She rested her head on Lance’s chest and breathed, barely able to force air into her lungs, almost completely overwhelmed.

  “So? When are you leaving?” Austen was panting, but he had recovered enough that he could speak. Which was more than Anne Marie could say. “And when are you coming back?”

  There was hope in h
is voice, and in Lance’s eyes. Hope that maybe they could make this work. Maybe it would have to be unconventional, but this whole thing had been like that from the very start. Why stop now?

  “My whole life is in New York,” Anne Marie finally answered the question that Lance had asked her before they’d gotten into things again. “But I’ll be back. Every damn opportunity and you two better be waiting for me. Both of you.”

  From their smiles, she could tell that her terms were acceptable. More than acceptable. Pretty much perfect.

  Story 20

  Chapter One

  Karen walked into the office, heels clicking as she greeted the people that were there. They looked at her, and she smiled back, and soon, she walked over to her desk. The people eyed her, and Karen felt nothing more than satisfaction as she stared at everyone.

  Working at The Red Dog Furniture was quite nice. She was the secretary, mostly in charge of making sure that all of the orders were fulfilled, and that people got their items in on time. In general, this was the perfect job for her, and as a hot milf, she definitely didn’t complain when it came to job choices.