“I love you, Jason Smith,” she said softly, taking a work-roughened hand into her small one, “and I want you to know it. I want you to know that I’ll never leave you again, either of you,” she said, turning to include me, “and I’m so sorry I left.”
But Jason wasn’t letting up so easily.
“Oh yeah?” he growled, yanking his hand away. “And what’s different?”
Katy colored, to her credit, but the girl stood firm, her expression determined.
“It’s me,” she said softly. “What’s changed is me. I know you think the time away was bullshit, but I had a breakthrough,” she said with a gentle smile. “I realized how much I loved and missed you, and how details can always be worked out later. What’s important is that we’re together, that we savor each other’s love and support one another.”
But Jason still wasn’t having it. He can be one mean motherfucker and wasn’t giving in that easily.
“Okay, so you had some Buddha moment and now see the light?” he asked scornfully. “What, you dropped some acid and rainbows and unicorns appeared?” he asked sarcastically. “Because maybe it’s not the same now, maybe we don’t want you.”
I shook my head, exasperated. This was so fucking juvenile, I had to step in. Jason and I had done nothing but pray for Katy’s return, I’d watched his suffering first-hand, how he’d thrown himself into work like a beast to take his mind off our girl. And there was no sense in going down this road to hurt Katy, to make her suffer too.
“Let’s not get nasty,” I intervened calmly. “What’s important is figuring this out.”
But the big man was a stubborn motherfucker, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, but I want to hear it from Miss Know-it-All,” he growled, staring at Katy, blue eyes penetrating. “So what’s your solution? What’s the answer to all this?”
And to her credit, Katy didn’t lose her temper, instead taking a deep breath.
“I don’t have an answer,” she said softly, looking him straight in the eye.
He let out a grunt then, turning away.
“Thought so,” he grunted dismissively. “I’ll be in my room.”
But this was where Katy stepped up to the plate again, and I was never so proud. She put her curvy body between him and the door, literally blocking the way, and tipped her chin up at him, pressing her small hands against his chest.
“No Jason,” she said softly. “Like I said, I love you and we’ll figure it out together. That starts now.”
And reaching up, she placed her lips on his, craning her neck to meet his form, his mouth unresponsive at first. But feeling that pink pout, those luscious breasts pressed against him made the man burst into action. Jason was on her like white on rice, his hands trailing possessively, caressing those huge tits, stroking her curves, even running through her thighs, touching her sweet spot like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” he rasped into her mouth. “I’ve missed you. Why am I so weak?”
And Katy just murmured against his lips, gasping as he stroked her kitty through her panties, making her mewl and gasp in his arms.
“You’re not weak,” she whispered hoarsely, “you just love me, that’s all.”
And fuck, but the fire leapt at her words, becoming a burning inferno. Because it was true. We loved her, and couldn’t resist the beautiful girl. And although I was better behaved than Jason, I missed Katy just as much. It was like time had slowed to a stop, come to a standstill without her. So to have the girl now, willing and wet in our trailer once more was like three green lights flashing, a great big Go.
And I was on her in an instant, her back pressed to my chest as I ran my hands over her ass, squeezing those sweet cheeks, the orbs fleshy and bouncy.
“Baby girl,” I rasped hoarsely into her ear. “Do something for us.”
The girl twisted sinuously in our arms, that curvy body rubbing against Jason in front and me in the back, my cock weeping as her ass caressed it, punching against the front of my pants to find its mate, where it belonged.
“What, Brent?” she murmured throatily, already starting to reach for our cocks. “Anything, I promise.”
And that’s all I needed to hear.
“Honey,” I rasped again. “We need you to beg. These last two weeks have been so fucking awful, get on your knees and beg us to fuck you.”
Her eyes flew open again, twisting around to meet mine. The sweet pools of caramel were so luscious, so wide that I could have melted boneless into them. But I can be a nasty mofo too.
“Get on your knees,” I growled throatily, eyes burning. “Do it.”
And the girl gasped then.
“I- I’m not sure,” she stuttered. “I mean, of course I’ll beg you, I want you so much, but … my knees?”
And both Jason and I nodded, nostrils flaring, big bodies heaving.
“Absolutely,” he grunted. “Do it.”
And slowly, oh so slowly, she dropped to her knees, her curvy form quivering, looking at us wide-eyed.
“Like this?” she whispered, barely audible.
“Exactly like that,” I nodded.
But Jason was a dirty fuck and cocked his head, looking at her.
“No, it’s better if she’s naked,” he ground out. “Take off your dress and start over.”
And Katy colored then, the flush spreading beautifully over her cleavage, but her hands obeyed. Slowly, oh so slowly, she began undoing the buttons on her floral dress, the fabric falling away, and oh god, but the female creaminess made my dick jut out like the prow of a ship.
“Fuck,” I rasped, gazing at those mountainous white breasts, “you didn’t wear a bra.”
And she nodded slightly, flushing even pinker.
“I thought of you guys so often that my nips got raw rubbing against the fabric,” she whispered. “So I stopped wearing one, it was easier.”
And after all the buttons were undone, the thin cotton fabric fell away leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.
“These too?” she whispered, breasts heaving up and down with excitement as she fingered the elastic, looking between me and Jason.
I grunted, nodding.
“All of it. Off,” I said harshly, brooking no argument. And oh fuck, but she’d gotten bigger in her two weeks away and there was so much hefty flesh, the expanse of white so delectable, so delicious, that my cock wept as I stroked it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jason had pulled himself out and was palming his fuckpole too, grunting slightly as his fist moved up and down, the tip leaking.
And finally, finally, our little girl was nude before us, pink kitty bare, kneeling on the floor.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded. “Show us your clit.”
The little girl inhaled quickly again but knew better than to question our orders. She inched her knees apart until that pink slit was clearly visible and reached one soft hand between her thighs, pulling apart her labia, those fleshy lips opening like a curtain, showing us her achy, stiff clit.
“Like this?” she whispered. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
And my pole leaked cum like a faucet now, there was literally a pool of the good stuff on the floor under my dick, seeing that huge, throbbing clit, almost as big as my thumb.
“That’s it,” I growled, eyes glued to her snatch. “Now beg.”
And Katy inhaled once slowly, eyes flickering, dropping for a second to take in our ten inch rods, ready to fuck, massive, dominating, before licking those pink lips wetly and pulling her labia apart even more, baring that hot channel.
“Please,” she breathed, her words like the sweetest song to my ears. “Please, Brent and Jason, come fuck me, please, I love you.”
And the siren’s call was all we had to hear. Because she was giving herself up, declaring that she was ours, and there was no better feeling in the world. I was a warrior, the victor standing on the mountain looking down, my troops having subdued the opponent. Except in thi
s case, there had been no opponent except for Katy’s doubts, her insecurities, and they had been defeated thoroughly, routed for another day. And so we descended, Jason and I, onto our sweet girl, loving her, kissing her, stroking all over, the female the spoils of our conquest.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I murmured into the brunette’s ear, stroking one soft breast before tweaking the nipple, making her squeal.
“Absolutely amazing,” Jason agreed, his big hands caressing that sweet cunt, running wetly through its folds. And to show he was sorry, to make his apologies, he treated Katy to a sensuous delight. Forking his fingers apart, he burrowed his thumb deep into her vaginal hole as his index finger probed her ass.
“That’s right,” he murmured as she squealed, eyes flying open with shock. “You’re gonna sit yourself down on the finger-fucker, come on, you’ll love it.”
And with a sigh Katy gave in, her sweet folds slipping down on his thumb as her ass popped open, his digits sliding into both holes.
“Oh!” she squeaked. “Oh oh oh!”
Jason started running his hand in and out of both channels then, licking at her nipples as he hand-fucked both her pussy and ass.
“That’s right,” he rasped against her breast. “That’s what my dirty baby does, she lets us fuck her however we want.”
Because by now, I’d slipped a hand down below as well, worming one of my fingers into her pussy hole, joining Jason’s thumb, pushing and pulling into that tight space, feeling her swollen flesh cream around us, so wet, so needy.
“Your kitty’s hungry,” I growled. “Two weeks without us and your kitty’s practically overflowing with cream, little whore.”
And Katy’s head dropped like a flower too heavy for its stalk, rocking back and forth as her ass and pussy were penetrated. But I had more to give and I wasn’t missing my chance.
“Sweet girl,” I murmured again, my other hand tracing that huge butt. “Open up.”
And I wormed a finger into her anus, joining Jason in that musty cavern with another probing digit, although this time, it was tough going. Katy was so tight, so impenetrable in back that I popped my finger in my mouth for a moment to lube it up, get it wet before trying again.
“Relax your ass,” I growled against her ear. “Let go, little butt slut.”
And slowly, she complied. Her pussy muscles loosened a bit, letting our fingers penetrate deeply and then my thumb niggled its way into her ass alongside Jason’s thick, blunt digit.
“That’s right,” he murmured. “You’re totally fucked now, you’re finger fucked by two men in your butt and cunt, you like that don’t you, you like it,” he chanted.
And the girl came hard then, creaming like a geyser as we worked ourselves in and out, stroking her interior.
“Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, so loud that I was sure all our neighbors could hear. “Oh god! Jason! Brent!”
Hearing our name on her lips, feeling her cunt and ass squeeze down hard on our hands, pouring wet cream like it was Niagara Falls, hurtled us over the edge as well. In a flash, we yanked our fingers from her holes and were ready with our dicks at her openings, me buried deep in her ass, and Jason in her vag, our cocks hammering home with desire.
“I. Fucking. Love. You,” I huffed as my hips pistoned, claiming her tiny anus.
And Jason was just as desperate, just as eager to mark her as ours.
“You. Belong. To. Us,” he grunted, drilling her pussy with no mercy. And our curvy, bountiful girl moaned, welcoming us into her depths, receiving us with pleasure, squeezing, clenching, making us groan with delight.
“Take me,” she whispered as her pussy and cunt pulsed around us, wild and wet, squeezing tight. “I’m so yours.”
And those words threw Jason and me over the edge. We were lost men, lost in the wonders of Katy, the girl so sinful, so dirty and nasty, and yet so sweet at once. I roared, releasing gusts of sperm up her backside, coating that anal hole with my precious white as Jason lost it in her pussy, his dick jerking again and again as he blasted semen high up into her vaginal canal.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, taking her lips between his. “Fuuuuck.”
The girl kissed back just as feverishly, her body pulsing with its own sweet rhythm, milking us of our man juice.
“Give it to me,” she chanted as we pumped and pumped. “Give it all to me.”
And shit, she was so sweet that my orgasm lasted forever, rolling straight into the next, penis pulsing and pumping as it blasted her again and again.
But ecstasy can’t go on forever, you’d die of a heart attack, so slowly, oh so slowly, we began the descent from heaven. I growled against the back of Katy’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent behind her ear, stroking one big hand up over her haunches and then down that curvy back.
“Fuck baby, you’re probably the only girl who can fit us both,” I complimented.
Katy stretched sinuously in response.
“Probably?” she asked archly, teasing. “Or you know for sure?”
“Honey,” I growled, nipping her ear as my dick dripped into her ass some more. “Doesn’t matter, no way no how, because you’re the only woman on our minds, the only one who can make us both go crazy.”
And Katy rewarded me then by clenching her anus, her ass cheeks clamping around my pole and milking me of one last burst, making me groan involuntarily.
“Oh good, Brent, I’m so glad to hear,” she mewled sweetly. “And you Jason?”
Our young gun had wised up this time.
“Baby,” he growled feverishly. “There’s no one for us but you, there never will be,” he rumbled, claiming her lips again.
Katy twisted against us then, her insides making us both moan with ecstasy, the sweet friction unbearable. Because it was true. There was only one woman for us, and she was right here, in our arms. I’m not saying that things were perfect, that we’d worked everything out, but what I am saying is that we were going to give it the old college try. Sure, a threesome wasn’t going to go over well in our little town, if people thought we were trailer trash before, then we were definitely cementing that image now. But what the fuck? We’d been apart and it had been fucking awful, an exercise in agony.
So yeah, Katy, Jason and I live in the present because life is too short. There’s no point going around in circles, chasing your tail when you’ve got everything you want right in front of you. And for us, that’s Katy Parks, curvy brunette, sensuous lover, our sweetheart with the generous body and even more generous smile. What’s going to happen, I don’t know because no one can predict the future. But for now, the trashy virgin was ours to keep … and to love.
EPILOGUE
Katy
So do you think I’m trashy?
Do you think I’m trash because I live in a trailer park?
Do you think I’m trash for adoring two men, two men who practically started out as my stepdad and stepbrother?
I don’t blame you if you do. Maybe I would too, if I were in someone else’s shoes.
But life teaches you lessons, and I’ve learned mine, word for word, cover to cover.
Because my particular lesson is that love can triumph … if you let it. I adore Jason and Brent, I appreciate everything they do for me, with me, to me. And it goes beyond just the physical. We’re bonded in a way that transcends words, each of us with our own lives but also completely intertwined, our bodies worshipping one another, our words caressing where hands can’t touch, our souls meeting with a bright, burning flame.
And I realize it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Because we’ve established a system that works for now, one that keeps us together, yet keeps us decently shielded from prying eyes. First, Jason couldn’t keep living with Brent in that small space. They were two alpha males, two dominants who would continuously clash if they shared living quarters. So Jason moved into a house in the woods, one that he’d been building for the last year, one with plenty of room and chock full of his gorgeous woodwork, everything crafted by hand.
And that’s where we meet for our loving, to savor one another, spend time in each other’s company. No one knows that we’re together because I moved back in with my mom while Brent lives in his trailer, just like before. So we could be three old friends, gathering at Jason’s place, celebrating together, bonded because of our tumultuous past, Brent rescuing us from troubled childhoods.
But behind closed doors with the curtains drawn, deep in the woods, it’s so much more than that. We’re a triad, the three of us sharing, loving, fucking, and it’s a mature relationship, one where we ride the ups and downs together, reveling in our triumphs, consoling each other’s failures, absolutely everything out on the table, our hearts bare, our bodies naked.
And maybe one day we’ll go public, who knows? Because as every day passes, I’m less and less afraid of being called “trashy.” Everything is relative, and the way I feel about myself, the way I conduct myself, isn’t trashy at all. I’m just in a non-traditional relationship, one with two men, two lovers, and that’s not trashy in and of itself.
So yeah, we’ll see. I love Jason and Brent, and the feeling is mutual, returned a hundred-fold even. For now, it’s more enough, and as for stepping into the spotlight in the future? Well … you never know.
THE END
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~A May December Stepdaddy Forbidden Romance~
(Erotic Romance)
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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