by Jack Allen
“Which one are you again?” she said.
“I’m Terry. That’s my brother, Donny,” he said.
On the bed, the brother with the dark hair waved. In his other hand, he was stroking his cock.
Sandy’s eyes narrowed and she pointed at Terry.
“Have I fucked you before?” she said.
“If you haven’t, we’re gonna fix that right now,” he said.
He hooked his thumbs over the waistband of her panties and yanked them down to the floor.
“Whoa. What the hell is this?” he said.
She looked down. He was pointing between her legs, where a couple of drops of cum were running down the inside of her thigh.
“Oh. That,” she said, and her face got warm.
“Yeah. That. Who did you go and fuck?” Terry said.
Sandy shrugged. “I don’t know who he was. He just came out of nowhere and fucked me and left,” she said.
On the bed, Donny sat up. His eyes were wide.
“Fucked? You got fucked?” he said.
Terry held up his hands and shook his head.
“No way. I don’t want any of that,” he said.
“Then get out of the way. I’ll take sloppy seconds. I like my bun already buttered. Now come on over here and climb onto this,” Donny said, and laid back on the bed, holding his cock straight up.
Sandy looked at Terry and shrugged. He just smiled and nodded.
“That’s my brother for ya. He’s the weird one,” he said.
Sandy crawled on the end of the bed toward Donny. He had one arm behind his head to hold it up, and a big grin on his face. She crawled all the way on her hands and knees, over his legs. The head of his cock brushed between her boobs and along her belly to her crotch. She sat up straight, straddling his lap, with his cock against her belly.
“So you’re the weird one,” she said.
She pulled his cock snug against her belly and stroked her hand up and down its length.
Donny nodded like a kid who was going to get a big piece of cake for his birthday.
“Call me whatever you want. As long as you fuck me, I don’t care,” he said.
Sandy leaned forward. She pushed his cock between her legs, where it rubbed along her wet slit.
“That’s funny. As long as you fuck me, I don’t care what I call you, either,” she said.
He started to laugh, then she lowered herself on his cock, and his laugh turned into a groan. Sandy closed her eyes. It didn’t matter that she just got fucked a few minutes ago, and that stranger’s cum was still dripping from her pussy. It mattered that it felt so good to have a cock inside her again.
“Oh God yes,” she said with a moan.
She tilted her head back and ran her fingers through her hair. She rocked herself up and down slowly on Donny’s cock. His hands came up and squeezed her tits so hard she winced. But it felt good, so good that she almost forgot that her husband was in a different room of the house, fucking another woman.
The sudden crack of a beer can opening made her jump. Terry was standing at the side of the bed. His cock pointed straight at her. He tilted the can to his mouth, and she watched the way his Adam’s apple went up and down when he drank.
He handed the can to her. She drank the rest of it and handed it back.
“Sorry you have to wait. Are you gonna be ok with sloppy thirds?” she said.
Terry shook his head and tossed the empty can on the table.
“I ain’t gonna wait,” he said, and belched.
“What do you mean?” Sandy said.
“You’ll see. Bend over.”
Sandy bent over Donny, with her hands on the mattress on either side of his head. His hands stayed on her tits. Terry climbed on the end of the bed, between her legs and Donny’s legs. She tried to look back over her shoulder, but her hair got in the way.
“What are you doing?” she said.
Suddenly she was trembling and nervous. He grabbed her ass to pull her cheeks apart. Something cold and slippery touched her hole, and she jumped.
“What is that?” she said, with a hysterical note in her voice.
“Relax. I’m just gonna fuck your ass,” Terry said.
“What?”
Terry’s cold, greasy finger pushed into her ass. She clenched her teeth. Her back stiffened and she tried to sit up, but he had his hand on her back, holding her down.
“Not so fast, girlie. We’re not done here yet. I’ll let you know when you can get up,” he said.
“No. Not my ass. Please,” Sandy said.
She was trembling all over. Instead of pulling his finger out of her ass, Terry stuck another one in. She groaned. Beneath her, Donny had a big, devilish grin.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder. She wanted to cry. Behind her, Terry slipped a third finger into her ass, and worked it in and out. She flinched. How did this happen to her? She wasn’t ready for this. When she thought of having two cocks inside her, it wasn’t like this.
“Ok, mama. You are ready for it now,” Terry said.
“Yeah, yeah. Do it,” Donny said.
Sandy lifted her head and looked back again. Through her mass of hair, she could see only a little bit of Terry, but what she saw was his big, grease-covered cock moving toward her ass.
“No ... No ...” she said in a low, mumbling voice.
Her head was shaking back and forth. Her eyes were locked on his cock. Earlier, when she was sucking on it and taking it in her pussy, she liked the size, and might have liked if it was bigger. Now, however, it looked enormous, like a baseball bat. There was no way she was going to get anything that big in her ass.
Terry was going to make her take it, anyway. She was tense. The head of his cock touched her ass. It was icy cold and she flinched. Donny laughed.
“Dude. I think she likes it. Give her some more,” he said.
“No ... Please, don’t,” Sandy said in a pathetic whimper.
“If she liked that, she’s gonna love this,” Terry said.
He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock forward. The head split her tiny hole open and she screamed. Donny held one of her arms and clamped his hand over her mouth.
“Oh yeah, dude. She seriously likes it like that,” he said.
“Hold her tight. I’m gonna give her some more,” Terry said.
Sandy’s eyes were wide. She tried to scream through Donny’s hand. Couldn’t they see she was in pain? He was too big for her ass. She’d never put anything back there bigger than her finger.
But again, Terry didn’t seem to care about any of that. He pushed forward again. She screamed. It felt like his cock was tearing her open. Why did he want to abuse her like this?
His cock pushed another couple of inches deeper into her hole. She collapsed on top of Donny, limp like a noodle. He let go of her arm and removed his hand from her mouth. She whimpered and sobbed into his shoulder.
“You got it now, dude. She’s all yours,” Donny said.
Terry moved his cock back and forth in her ass. The intense pain of being stretched was fading. As soon as her head stopped spinning, she noticed how she felt so full between her legs, so stuffed full of cocks.
“Donny, you remember when we did this with that high school chick back in 29 Palms? You remember how much she screamed?”
“Yeah. I remember her. She was a sweet little thing. It’s a good thing her parents never found out about us,” Donny said.
Sandy’s head rolled against his shoulder. She was sobbing and whimpering and moaning. She had Donny’s cock all the way in her pussy, and she had Terry’s cock pushing deeper and deeper into her ass. The pain was completely gone. All she felt now was the incredible sensation of two cocks in her two holes at the same time. But there was another thing she hadn’t anticipated. Separating her two channels was only a thin membrane, and she could feel the two hard cocks sliding against each other.
“Oh yes ... Fuck me,” Sandy said in a low, garbled mumble into Donny’s shoulder.<
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“What did you say?” Donny said.
“What did she say?” Terry said.
Donny lifted her head off his shoulder. Her eyes were glazed and wouldn’t focus.
“What did you say?” he said.
She looked into his eyes and tried to focus, but it wasn’t easy when the whole room was spinning. Did he have any idea how good it felt to have two cock fucking her at the same time?
“Fuck me. I said fuck me,” she said in a weak voice that was barely more than a whisper.
Donny chuckled.
“Works every time. They just can’t get enough of it,” he said.
Terry squeezed her hips and pushed his cock deeper into her back hole. She groaned into Donny’s ear. She dropped her head to his shoulder, moaning and twitching. Their cocks were pushing in and out of her.
She moaned louder. Her back arched up with each spasm of pleasure that rolled through her body, with each push of Terry’s cock into her ass. They were making her cum. This was going to be a really good cum, but part of her didn’t want that to happen because they were going to be done with her, and she wasn’t ready for this ride to end.
“Oh fuck yeah I’m gonna fucking cum,” Donny shouted in her ear.
Sandy jumped. Why did he have to be so loud and so crude when she was enjoying such a good orgasm?
“I’m fucking cumming, too,” Terry shouted.
He squeezed her ass and rammed his cock deep. She winced, but she was still cumming. She moaned and twisted on top of Donny. They started to cum at the same time, and their cocks throbbed and pulsed against each other inside her. The warmth of their cum spread through her body like a drug that had been injected into her arm.
Lights flashed in her eyes and her body jerked and twitched. When she came down from her roller coaster ride, she was weak and out of breath. Her body was sweaty. Beneath her, Donny was panting, and she rose and fell with his heavy breaths. His skin was as sweaty as hers, and her soft chest was stuck to his rough, hairy chest like they had been glued together.
Behind her, Terry’s cock was still in her ass. He was breathing hard, too. His hand was gently stroking her ass, like there was a tender, sensitive man inside him, hidden behind his crude, wild exterior.
But then, as if he had heard what she was thinking, he yanked his cock out of her ass and gave it a swift, hard smack. She yelped and popped upright over Donny.
“Dude. We’re out of beer. Come on. Let’s see if we can find some more beers in this house,” Terry said.
“You got it, dude,” Donny said.
He lifted Sandy off of his cock and tossed her to the side of the bed. She landed with a huff and a confused glare on her face. What the hell?
Donny and Terry got dressed and walked out of the room without another look at her, without even saying goodbye. What was she, just a piece of warm meat to stick their cocks into? How could they forget about her so fast?
The room was quiet without the obnoxious Marine brothers. She felt all alone. Did she miss them already, or did she just miss having their cocks inside her? A few minutes ago she wasn’t ready for them to put their cocks inside her, and now she wished they would never take them out.
Their cum was leaking from both of her holes. On top of the cum the stranger left inside her from earlier, she was going to have a mess. She swung her legs off the bed and tried to stand up. Her knees were weak and wobbly, and she was sore between her legs. It was probably going to be a week before she could walk straight again.
She laid back on the bed, smiling. It was worth it, though, for that delicious feeling of both of their cocks fucking her together, one from the back and one from the front.
The thought made her chuckle. She would gladly spend a whole day in bed if she could get fucked like that again. And what if she could find two guys with huge cocks to fuck her together, as big as Ian’s? When they got done with her, she would probably be laid up in bed for a week.
The bedroom door opened. She lifted her head. Was it the Marine brothers coming back with another case of beer to fuck her some more? Or was it her mysterious lover, who fucked her so well on the drink table?
It wasn’t any of them. It was her husband. He was dressed, and very handsome, as always, and he looked directly between her spread legs, where all the cum was leaking out.
Sandy tried to swallow, but her throat was tight. What was he going to think of her? Was he going to hate her because she had turned into a slut and a drunk? Was he going to walk out and go back to his new lover, Martha?
Greg picked up her panties and her blouse. He sat next to her on the bed. She sat up, looking into his eyes, wary of his anger and his hatred. Instead, he put his arm around her and pulled her to his shoulder.
“Come on, baby. It’s time to go home,” he said.
Sandy kissed his cheek and smiled. Oh, she was so going to fuck him, as soon as she could stand up straight.
* * * *
It was going to be a hell of a day. Of this Sandy was certain the moment she opened her eyes and saw the red numbers flashing on the alarm clock by her bed. It took a moment for her to realize that the sun was shining through the windows, and it certainly wasn’t twenty three minutes after three in the morning like the clock said.
She woke Greg up. He was going to be late. They were all going to be late. She went down the hall to wake up Amanda, and Greg jumped in the shower. Amanda was groggy and unhappy until she realized she was late for school, then she jumped out of bed.
Sandy went across the hall to Cameron’s room. He was going to be a bear to wake up, and he would be cranky and grumpy when he found out he had missed the bus.
She opened his bedroom door and stopped. Cameron was sleeping naked. When did he start sleeping naked?
She took a step toward his bed and let the door swing shut behind her. He was on his back. His long, blonde hair was tangled on his head like a mop. The blanket was twisted in his legs, and pulled off of his waist. His penis laid across his thigh. Her eyes got wide. It wasn’t erect, but somewhat hard, like he was having a good dream. It was enormous, about as long as her forearm and as thick as her wrist. Helen was right. Her son had a lot to make a woman happy.
She licked her lips. How would it feel in her hand? How big would it get if she could just hold it and stroke it, and suck on it in her mouth? Would it be as big as Ian’s cock?
She pulled her hand back when Cameron stretched. The blanket pulled all the way off of his body and his cock stood straight up. His eyes opened and he looked right at her.
“Mom?” he said.
She smiled. He looked at her, then at his hard penis, then back at her.
“Your alarm didn’t go off. I was going to get you up, but it looks like you’re already up,” she said.
She went to the door and stopped and looked back at him.
“When you’re ready I’ll drive you to school,” she said.
Greg rushed off to work. Sandy gave the kids a ride to school. She dropped Amanda off at Holmes Middle School, and she took Cameron to the High School. The whole time, he was sitting beside her with a long bulge in the leg of his jeans. The whole time, she wanted to reach over and grab it. When she stopped in front of the school to drop him off, he gave her a sly smile before he got out of the car and walked to the front doors.
She sighed. What she needed was a drink. It was going to be a hell of a day.
Greg got the last parking spot in the teacher’s lot, and grabbed his case. He was huffing when he ran up the short flight of stairs to the back door of the school. It was going to be a hell of a day.
The hallways were empty, and his footsteps echoed off the walls and the stone floor like gunshots. When he got to his class, the room was empty.
He stood in the doorway, panting, staring at all the empty desks. Where were all of his students? Did they send them somewhere because he was late?
He went in and put his case on his desk. That was when he saw the flier for the One Act Plays. He rolled h
is eyes and let out a sigh. Of course. He forgot about the Assembly in the auditorium scheduled for that morning. That was lucky.
The Assembly ended after nine thirty and the kids returned to their regular schedule. Greg taught his next class. Everything had returned to normal, until third hour, the last class before lunch, when Maggie Lewis walked into his classroom.
His pen fell out of his hand and rolled off the desk to the floor. He quickly looked away from her, but the vision was seared into his brain.
Maggie was wearing a very short gray skirt with knee-high socks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the buttons open halfway down the front. Under the shirt she was wearing the tiniest, tightest black bra that pushed her big boobs up. They moved in and out of view when she walked.
Greg focused his attention on the rest of his class and tried to pretend that he didn’t notice the clothing that Maggie wasn’t wearing. It was the reactions of the other guys in the class that was so amusing. In unison, all of their heads turned to look at her, and most of their mouths fell open.
The tardy bell rang just a moment before Maggie came in the door. She headed toward her desk like nothing was wrong.
“You’re late, Miss Lewis,” Greg said as she walked past his desk.
“Thanks, Mr. Henderson,” she said, and glanced at him with a sly smile.
He bent down to pick up his pen. When he sat up, he dropped it again. The other kids in the class were talking and goofing off, but it was like the only student he could see was Maggie. He rolled his eyes. She was looking at him and let her legs spread. He could just about see all the way up her skirt.
His penis started to swell. He slipped one hand under the desk and pushed it down, but it only got harder. He looked at the chalkboard behind him, and at the course guide on the corner of his desk.
His forehead was suddenly wet with perspiration. So much for all the diagrams he was going to put on the chalkboard. His erection was pushing out the front of his slacks. He cleared his throat and flipped through the pages of the textbook.
