by Madison Faye
“Fuck, man.”
“Cora,” Nolan growled. “Max here is going to show you what a bad little girl you’ve been too. You think we’re a couple of old guys, huh? Old enough to be your dad? Well tonight, you’re going to get what you asked for.”
His hand came down with a smack on my blushing ass, and I moaned.
“Five!”
“Tonight, sweetheart,” Nolan purred right into my ear. “You get two daddies.”
His hand slid off of my ass, moving back to the small of my back.
“Spank her, Max,” he growled. “She wants to act like a brat, she’s going to get punished like one.”
There was a silence, and I could feel Nolan’s hands on my wrists and my back. I could also feel the blood rushing through my veins, and every single filthy, sordid fantasy I’d never dared to dive into rushing through my head at once.
And then suddenly, I heard Max groan, and it was like the dam was breaking. His hand came down with sharp slap against my ass, making me cry out. My whole body trembled, knowing both big, older men were taking turns spanking me, with my tiny little thong leaving little to the imagination.
“Six!”
Max’s hand came down again, and I moaned deeply, feeling wet heat absolutely soaking through my panties.
“Seven!”
I could feel Nolan’s thick, rock hard cock throbbing against me through his pants and as I squirmed against his lap, I could feel it pulse against me. My breath came hard and labored, and when Max’s hand came down on my ass again, I whimpered with raw need.
Holy shit, I wanted them. Both of them. Together, one at a time, whatever. I’d never felt anything so fucking real or so achingly hot before, and it felt like it was going to explode right through me.
“Eight!” I whimpered.
Nolan growled, his hand sliding down to grip my ass firmly in his hand before he brought it down on my stinging cheeks.
“Nine,” I moaned, and when Max groaned loudly and brought his hand down across my other cheek, I swear the wet heat dripping into my panties was about to start soaking through to Nolan’s knee.
“Ten!”
Both men’s hands stayed on my ass, firm fingers gripping warm skin as they both growled hungrily. One hand slid down the cleft of my ass, making me gasp as the fingers teased right over my asshole. The same fingers hooked under the thin, soaked gusset of my thong, and slowly, he started to tug them down. I whimpered, raising my hips and letting him pull them lower. I moaned, feeling the sticky panties clinging to my slick pussy lips before pulling away. He brought them down to my knees, leaving there before sliding back up the inside of one leg.
I could feel Nolan’s big cock throbbing against my belly, and when I felt Max pull close to me, and felt the huge bulge in his pants brush against my ass, I shivered in pleasure.
The hand slid higher up my thigh, and when he moved it right between my legs and cupped my pussy, I moaned loudly.
“So fucking wet,” Nolan growled, his fingers teasingly stroking up and down my bare lips. I could feel him drawing my slickness up and down my slit, brushing his fingers over my aching clit and making me jump against him.
“It seems this dirty little girl likes getting her naughty ass spanked by her daddies.”
Daddies.
The word was like a lightning bolt through me, making me gasp out loud and sending heat searing through me. It was so fucking wrong and so dirty, and all I wanted was for him to say it again.
Nolan’s hands moved to my ass, gripping it tight and spreading me wide. I felt my face burn, knowing both men could see all of me, and could see how insanely wet my glistening little pussy was.
“Touch her, Max,” Nolan growled lowly. “Feel how fucking wet this bad girl’s little pussy is.”
Max’s hand slid between my legs, and when his fingers brushed over my clit, I cried out. One of Nolan’s hands stayed on my ass, spreading me for his friend. But the other slid up to cup my jaw, pulling me up and turning me to look right into his eyes.
“You want to be a bad girl, Cora?” he breathed, his lips inches from mine. I moaned quietly, panting for air as his eyes locked with mine and as Max’s fingers started to slide inside of me.
“Well then you’re going to be our bad girl.”
His lips crushed to mine, and I hungrily opened my mouth for the kiss. My pulse spiked, and my whole world spun on its axis as one of the gorgeous, huge, older men kissed me hungrily and gripped my ass tight, while the other eased two fingers deep inside of my pussy.
I kissed him hungrily, moaning into his mouth as Max’s fingers stroked in and out of my slippery pussy. Both their hands grabbed me tight, and both of them moved right against me until I could feel both of their hard cocks pulsing against me through their pants.
I gasped as they suddenly pulled me from Nolan’s lap, pulling me onto the couch sitting between them. I whimpered, my pulse beating like a drum in my ear as I kissed Nolan and felt both men’s hands pull my legs apart, my panties still tangled at my knees.
“Bad little girl,” Nolan purred into my lips, his hand sliding up to stroke my eager pussy.
“You going to punish me?”
I swallowed, biting my lip as I looked him right in the eye.
“You going to punish me, daddy?”
Nolan groaned before his mouth crushed to mine again, his fingers curling in and out of me. Slowly, he pulled back, a hungry look in his eyes.
“Kiss him,” he growled, nodding past me to Max. I panted, my chest heaving as I slowly turned and locked eyes with the blond-haired, blue-eyed, gorgeous football star, who was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Kiss him,” Nolan rasped into my ear, his fingers stroking my pussy. “Bad girls need a daddy to keep them in line,” he whispered fiercely, his fingers driving me wild. Max moved closer, one hand gripping my thigh and the other one sliding up to cup my breast through my t-shirt.
“But it looks like this little bad girl is going to need two.”
11
Nolan
I knew this was pushing it, but I couldn’t stop. Fuck, this wasn’t “pushing it,” this was shattering the damn line and stomping all over it.
But I could. Not. Stop.
A million thoughts roared through my head, but I looked over at Max, and instantly, I knew this was okay. Instantly, I knew what this was, and I knew we were both feeling it. We’d been friends so long that there was no jealousy there. And I knew neither of us had the right to “claim” her over the other. Any other man sitting on the other side of her, his hands on her as she leaned in to kiss him, and yeah, there’d be a dead body on my floor. But not Max. Not my best friend.
One look between us and we both got it, instantly. We were both hooked on her. And fuck, you could even say it was my fault for bringing her home that night that got him tangled up in her. Fighting over her would tear us apart, no matter who she chose, and we both knew that.
And who was to say she could ever choose anyways? Who was to say we could make her choose?
So one look said it all. No choosing. We’d share. We were both into her? Then so be it, we’d both have her. Together. Fuck, the thought of it actually got me harder, and got my blood pumping even hotter. Again, any other man and I’d be losing my mind. But sharing the girl I’d gone crazy over with my best friend who’d fallen down the same rabbit hole with her? No, that was something else entirely. And the idea of her sandwiched between us — moaning and writhing and coming for both of us?
My cock lurched at the thought, and my hands slid over her as I started to kiss down her neck.
Cora moaned as Max kissed her, his hand sliding into her hair and pulling her tight to his mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. My hands slid down to the hem of her shirt, and I started to tug it up her body. She pulled away from my buddy just long enough for me to tug it off and toss it away, before she crashed right back into him.
No bra.
I groaned, my lips teasing ov
er one shoulder as my hands slid around to cup her full, soft tits. My fingers rolled over her nipples, hardening them to little stiff, pink points, and she only kissed Max even harder. She pulled away with a gasp, turning her head and locking eyes with me before her lips were mine again. My tongue slid over hers, swallowing her moans as Max unzipped her skirt and yanked it away.
She turned back to him, moving onto her knees and kissing him hungrily as he started to unbutton his shirt. I moved down her back, my lips and my tongue dancing over her soft young skin and making her gasp and arch her back. I moved lower, my hand cupping her tight little ass as I kissed the small of her back, before I moved down.
Fuck.
The sight of her bare, pink, glistening little cunt nestled between her creamy thighs with that little ass high in the air was enough to make my cock ache for release. I reached down and stroked myself through my jeans, groaning as I leaned in close, breathing in the sweetness of her scent. My hands moved to her ass, cupping her and spreading her wide, before I moved in.
Cora moaned, loudly, as my tongue slid over her candy-sweet little pussy. I swiped my tongue up her slit, teasing her clit, dragging between her lips, and then letting the tip of my tongue push deep inside of her. I groaned, pulling her tight to my mouth and pushing my tongue in and out of her, fucking her with my mouth as she squealed in pleasure and clawed at Max’s shirt. He shrugged it off, his hands moving to her breast as he kissed her hungrily.
“Take his cock out,” I growled into her pussy. I pulled away, yanking my own shirt off and feeling my dick aching for release.
“I want you to take his cock out, wrap those pretty lips around it, and fucking swallow him,” I commanded, the blood roaring through me as I heard her whimper and watched her nod her head eagerly.
Obediently.
Hungrily.
My mouth moved back to her sweet little cunt, and I groaned as I tasted her again. Nineteen years old, totally off-limits, totally inappropriate, totally my student.
…And I couldn’t give any less of a shit about the consequences. I could’ve spent the rest of my life with my mouth on her pussy, licking every honeyed drop until she begged for more.
I could hear her tugging at Max’s zipper, and when I heard her gasp, and his groan, I grinned to myself. Fuck, I’d grown up with this guy. Yeah, I’d seen him in the gym showers here and there, and I knew between us, Cora was going to get more inches than she’d ever dreamed. Max was packing — as big as me, and maybe even a little thicker, and when I heard her whimper in pleasure, my own cock throbbed.
My hands gripped her ass tight as I plunged my tongue deep between her folds. I could feel her tremble for me, moaning wildly as I flicked my tongue across her clit before sucking it between my lips. I groaned into her, teasing her little bud over and over as she went to pieces for me.
Her moans turned muffled, and when I looked up over her back, I growled.
Max was sitting back against the arm of the couch, his shirt off and his jeans wide open. He had his head thrown back, his abs rippling and his hands tangled in Cora’s long dark hair as she bobbed up and down. I groaned, watching her slick, wet, pouty lips wrapped tight around my buddy’s thick cock, her cheeks hollowing and her hands stroking him as she slurped on his dick.
She pulled away this sexy as hell little strand of spit hanging from her bottom lip to his swollen head, and when she turned to glance at me over her shoulder, I could see the raw lust in her face.
I leaned in, dragging my tongue up her pussy and making her cry out. I moved higher, my eyes locked on hers up her back as I swirled my tongue over her tight little asshole. Cora screamed in pleasure, her back arching and her eyes rolling back in her head as I tongued her little ring.
“Oh fuck, Professor…”
She moaned, dropping her mouth back onto Max and whimpering as she started to suck him harder, and deeper. My mouth slid back down to her pussy, and when I sucked her clit between my lips and started to mercilessly tease it with the tip of my tongue, she started to crumble.
“That’s it, princess,” Max groaned, his jaw clenched as his hands tangled in her hair. His cock thrust in and out of her wet, eager mouth, spit dripping down his balls.
“Suck that big cock like a good girl, Cora,” he groaned. “Suck that big cock while he makes that pretty little pussy come. You want that? You want your daddies to make you come like a good little girl?”
Cora screamed around his shaft, moaning wildly. Her legs started to tremble, and as more and more of her sweet honey flooded my tongue, and as her moans grew higher, I knew she was close. My lips fastened around her clit, my tongue swirled over and over, and when I curled two fingers deep inside and let a third tease over her ass, I knew she was gone.
Cora exploded as the orgasm slammed into her. She pulled away from Max as she let out a moan of pure, fucking, pleasure, her whole body shaking and trembling. My tongue never stopped, pushing her right through her climax and right into another one as Max held her close and let her drown her screams in his lips.
Finally, with a last slow lick of my tongue, I pulled away. Every single cell in my body craved more — every inch of my skin on fucking fire for her.
My jeans came off quickly, with Max doing the same. Cora kicked her tangled panties off and then sank into the couch between us, panting, her face red and her eyes wild with lust. She licked her lips, panting as her eyes darted between the two of us.
“You want more, baby girl?” I growled.
She nodded, swallowing.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?”
“Yes daddy,” she cooed. I growled, my mouth finding hers and kissing her deeply.
I could feel her hand fall to my lap, her small fingers curling around my thick cock. She whimpered, and when I glanced over, I saw that she was doing the same to Max.
“Ever done this?” I purred. “Two men together?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide. “You? Have you two ever…”
She frowned and looked away. “Sorry, that’s none of my—”
“Never,” Max said quietly, glancing at me and then back at her. He reached over and tilted her chin up to look her in the eye. “We never have.”
“But you want to, with me?”
“More than fucking anything,” I growled.
“You two are friends, I don’t…you know…”
“That’s not going to happen,” Max growled, groaning as her fingers teased up and down his cock.
“Nolan and me, we’re too close for shit like that. Hell, Cora, we both want you. And I mean really want you, not just the idea of fucking you.”
She blushed, biting her lip, but he held her gaze.
“You wanna stop this, just say the damn word. But if not?”
He growled, leaning in to kiss her hungrily.
“If not,” I growled, nuzzling her neck. “Then you better get ready for both of us, because we’re not going to stop until you’re ours.”
Cora turned and whimpered as she kissed me, moaning as Max’s hand slid down her sweet little body.
“Him first,” I groaned, kissing her hungrily. “I want to watch you slide down his thick cock, baby girl. I want to watch your face when he slides inside that tight little cunt and makes you scream in pleasure.”
She gasped, kissing me harder and deeper before she pulled back to look at Max. His eyes flicked to mine, and I nodded. I knew we were both feeling it — that draw that Cora had on both of us. I knew we were both falling for this girl. This wasn’t just wild, untamed lust, and it wasn’t just about fucking her. We were into this girl, hard, and like neither of us had been into a woman in forever.
I knew his story. Max had thrown himself into the game, ignoring the groupies and the women, even when the tabloids made him out to be this big lady-killer. He’d dated, sure, but the women were always after his fame, not him. And I know that sounds great from the outside, but I’d been there through some of his shitty times. The ma
n hadn’t felt like a lady-killer, he’d just felt used, and empty.
And me? Well, I’d checked out of that game a long time ago too, for the same problems. Women wanted me for the cash in my bank account, and because they’d seen Wall Street too many times and thought a hedge fund guy was going to be this big wild party animal. Yeah, I’d had my moments when I was younger, but that had never been my world. I’d worked too hard to get what I wanted, and when I realized a woman was really just going out with me because she thought she’d get her photo in Vogue or some shit, or get a nice “allowance” from me, I was gone.
But with Cora, there was none of that shit, with either of us. With her, there was this innocence, and this tempting, teasing draw that felt so fucking real I didn’t even know what to make of it.
All I knew was, with her, I felt like myself, and I was going to fight to hang onto that feeling.
Cora moved away from me, turning to slide into Max’s lap. Her arms slung around his neck, and I watched, my cock throbbing with desire as she raised up in his lap. His thick, swollen head nestled against her soft, pink lips, pearly-white precum leaking from his cock and trickling down his shaft as she slowly rolled her hips, teasing him.
“Fuck, Cora,” he groaned, his hands gripping her ass tightly. He leaned in, his lips wrapping around one of her perfect little nipples, making her gasp. She trembled, sinking down an inch onto his shaft and moaning.
“Just like that, princess,” he growled, his mouth dragging up her chest to nibble at her collar bone. “Open up for me. Slide down that big cock and let me feel that tight little cunt open up for me.”
Cora gasped, clinging to him as she slowly sank down, inch after inch of his cock easing inside of her until with a deep moan, she took the last two inches all the way inside. His heavy balls rested against her ass, and I groaned as I watched her roll her hips, grinding him so deep.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. Max groaned, his hands gripping her ass tight and slowly — slowly — easing her up. I felt my pulse jump, my cock lurching in my hand as I watched her pink lips cling to his cock, kissing and sucking up every single inch until just his head was inside. Cora rocked her hips down, crying out as she took every inch of him to the hilt inside her perfect little pussy.
