by Ava Moreau
She tightened her thighs, grinding against him, giving a tiny gasp as he nuzzled her throat. Through the fabric of her panties and his boxers, she felt his heat, his hardness, and she writhed, feeling the shaft of his cock press against her.
“Don’t you want to fuck me with that thing?” she whispered to him.
His response was a throaty, wordless growl. His mouth moved down her throat, kissing her collarbones, leaving a trail of fire down her skin. She thought she might come, here and now, just from rocking against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her.
Hands against her back, Jack lowered her slightly, so he could nuzzle and kiss her tits, her nipples hard, his tongue studying every wrinkle of her areola. She heard herself whimper. She wasn’t going to last long like this, certainly not with the sight of Trent right next to them, eagerly watching the proceedings.
He couldn’t be left out of this. Not with the way she was feeling. She reached over and pushed his hand away from his cock, taking it up in her own hand. It was hot against her skin, silken steel.
She would have liked to spend hours, days, exploring their bodies. She’d never been with men like this before, especially not two of them, and to bask in their naked rough beauty would have made for a lazy, horny afternoon. But the excitement coursing through her wouldn’t let her slow down, and, she sensed, there was no stopping them at this point anyway. She was going to get fucked, and soon, and hard, and that certainty made her quiver.
There was no question as to who would go first. She was in Jack’s lap, and his cock was practically inside her now anyway, it pressed so hard against her. He wasn’t going for any niceties here, no slow-and-slinky pushing down of her panties. He reached down and pulled, ripping the flimsy material off of her. She gasped at his violence and strength, the power of his need for her. A moment’s adjustment and his cock was out, and now they were flesh to flesh, skin to skin.
Now that she could see it, she felt a moment’s fear. It was real before, but now it was very real, the thickness of his ready member, the hunger in his eyes…and her hand was still around Trent’s cock as well. She wanted to compare the two, wanted them side by side, to see how they looked next to each other, how they tasted. But it scared her. Not enough to stop. Sometimes you have to be brave, to put yourself into someone else’s hands.
Jack’s hands found her ass, and lifted her up as though she weighed nothing. She let go of Trent just long enough to reach for Jack’s cock, to guide it into place. The cock’s fat head nudged her labia apart, discovering the wetness inside her.
And then he was in. Slowly, with a gentleness she would not have expected, he began to lower her onto him. He was big, but she was so wet and ready that being filled like this, slowly, carefully, was sending her out of her mind with pleasure. He felt bigger than the whole world, like these feelings could blot out the sun. She heard herself whimper and gasp as she traveled down the last few inches of his cock, and looked into his eyes, at the look of helpless wonder he felt in these first few moments.
Who was this gentle giant whose cock now filled her up? As excited as he was, as voracious as he was for her body, he put her back in control: He didn’t lay her down on the dock to pound her, nor flip her over to take her from behind (although she would have readily accepted either, and hoped that both would happen in the course of events). No, he let her control this, let her feel secure in her ability to fuck him, as she rose and sank onto his cock, almost unable to keep her eyes open, she was so deep into this pleasure.
But she did open her eyes, and saw Trent, whose look of frustrated desire made her even hotter. She gestured for him to come closer. He nodded, and got up, standing next to her, his heavy cock hanging near her face.
I can have them both, she thought, running her thumb up the underside of Trent’s cock. She saw Jack watching them intently, with a look somewhere between lust and jealousy. She stared Jack in the eye as she put her lips to Trent’s cock, as though daring him to say anything about it.
He didn’t say a word, but he did put his hands back on her hips, forcing her down harder onto his cock. Oh, that’s the way you’re going to play it?
Trent’s cock was salty against her tongue, and she licked its swollen head. His shudder made her happy, made her feel like she could do anything she wanted with him. Her fingers played over his tightening balls, as she sucked more of him into her mouth.
Jack responded by grinding harder against her. Was he jealous, was he angry, or was he simply more turned on than he had ever been, watching his friend get sucked off by the same woman who was fucking him? She didn’t know; all she knew was that he had filled her up entirely, and she was on fire because of it. She squeezed against him, her tightness letting him know that just because she was sucking Trent, didn’t mean she’d lost interest in Jack. You don’t have to compete. Unless that just turns you on more.
Then something happened, something she didn’t really understand at first, but that would come to change the meaning of everything that had happened between them.
As she eagerly sucked Trent, he was groaning, pressing into her, not violently, not taking her breath away, but obviously wishing he could have her all to himself. “I think I have to slow down,” he gasped, “or I’m going to come.”
She came off his cock long enough to say, “You ought to come. You look like you need it.”
Jealous old Jack saw his opportunity to claim her mouth for himself, though, and leaned forward and kissed her. Hard. Pressed his lips tightly against hers, and she whimpered in surprise, but was soon kissing him back, her tongue exploring his. You realize you’re kissing lips that just sucked your best friend’s cock, don’t you?
That thought amused her, to the point that she laughed and broke off the kiss.
Trent, clearly thinking the kiss was over, brought his cock back towards her mouth.
Jack, clearly thinking she wanted more of his lips, leaned towards her again for another kiss.
Jack’s lips brushed against Trent’s cock, and she felt a depth of lust that she had never, ever felt in her entire life. The surprise on Jack’s face, Trent’s startled gasp, and the sight of one man accidentally kissing another’s cock answered some need inside her she hadn’t been aware existed.
Before Jack could pull away, she put her hand to the back of his head. “Wait,” she whispered. “Kiss Trent’s cock for me.”
“What?” he said, looking nervously at his friend.
She squeezed her pussy tight against him. Had his cock gotten even thicker and harder in the last few seconds, or was she imagining that?
“Do it for me,” she said, almost unable to breathe with the excitement of it.
“But I’m not— I mean, we’re not—”
She shook her head at Jack’s objections. She pressed her own lips to the side of Trent’s cock, nudging it towards Jack’s mouth.
“I don’t know,” whispered Trent, and yet he did not pull away, just stared down at fascination at what was happening.
When Jack flashed her a look, a question in his eyes, she realized he was acceding to her request. She realized too what a step this was for him. A big guy like this, a lady’s man, who prided himself on his masculinity, was gingerly touching the tip of his best friend’s cock with his lips.
“Lick it,” she said. “Suck his cock.”
9
In all the times Jack had imagined ending his self-imposed celibacy, in all the fantasies he’d entertained, none of them had involved a woman who was hotter than hell and wetter than the lake itself, plunging her pussy down on his cock while asking him to suck off his best friend.
Yet here we are, he thought, about to blow his fucking load at the novelty and strangeness of what was happening.
Trent looked as damn skittish and nervous as Jack felt. I’ll do it, Jack thought, for her…but I sure hope Trent doesn’t get the wrong idea.
“Suck him off,” she repeated, in that throaty voice that drove him wild. God, if he could j
ust throw her down on the dock and fuck her! All alone, nothing but the big sky overhead and the trees and the lake and no best friend standing nearby with his uncomfortably large cock hanging right in his face…
And yet Jack was curious. He could admit that to himself. He’d always admired the care and attention Trent had given to his physique, the lithe, quick strength he had built up. And if he had sneaked looks at Trent’s cock in the locker room, well, that was natural, wasn’t it? Back in caveman days, it wasn’t like they were all wearing five layers of clothes, they probably saw each other’s cocks all day long.
He had never seen Trent hard, though. Certainly had never had Trent’s thick, veined member this close to his mouth.
It was softer than he thought it would be. The skin of it was like satin against his lips. With one last look at Trent (forgive me, buddy!), he wrapped his lips around the head of Trent’s cock.
There was an earthquake juddering through him. Something felt right about this, unexpectedly. Becca knew it too: Her body trembled against Jack, and she began to fuck him faster, shoving herself down onto his cock, watching as he began very tentatively to move down Trent’s shaft.
He had a momentary fear, what if I’m not doing this right? But Trent’s horny sigh suggested Jack was doing just fine. Look at me, getting it right the first time. Beginner’s luck.
Trent tasted good. Tasted…amazing. The salt, the earthiness, it drove Jack to take more of him into his mouth. He reached up and touched his friend’s balls, which were drawn up now in excitement, his sack tight and yet still soft. Jack gave them the slightest squeeze, and Trent trembled.
“Oh my god, that is so fucking hot,” murmured Becca, rocking against Jack. “Suck him, baby. I can’t believe you’re sucking his fat cock.”
He couldn’t say anything in return, since his mouth was full, but he murmured his assent, even as he delighted in Becca talking dirty. Yeah, he liked this girl a lot.
Any hesitation Trent had had about getting blown by Jack had clearly gone out the window. He thrust his hips forward, trying to get more of his cock into Jack’s mouth. Gonna fuck my face, are you? We’ll see about that. I might have to get my revenge, shove my cock into your mouth, while you—
Oh, god. The vision was so clear to him, Trent kneeling before him, greedily sucking down his cock as Becca looked on. It was the hottest fantasy he had ever had…during the hottest sex he had ever had.
This is fucking blowing my mind.
He sucked Trent even harder now, getting his hand around the base of Trent’s cock to guide him, sucking and swallowing, his own cock ready to burst at the excitement.
“Oh my god,” Becca said, “Jack, I’ve never seen anything like it, oh, suck him, oh keep going…”
“Dude,” whispered Trent.
Jack found that if he just kept swallowing, he could get even more of Trent’s cock into his mouth, could go down almost all the way to the base, nuzzling that thick thatch of dark hair with his nose, inhaling Trent’s rich scent.
“Dude!” whispered Trent more urgently. “Jack, I’m going to come!”
All the signs were there, Jack realized. Trent’s balls had tightened even more in their sack, ready to deliver their load, while his thrusts into Jack’s mouth had become faster, like his instinct to fuck was taking over, shoving himself even further into Jack.
But Jack wasn’t sure he was ready for his best friend to come in his mouth. The idea turned him on mightily, there was no doubt about that, and he could totally picture himself sucking down every drop of seed…but not yet. This was all so new to him. As he felt Trent’s cock swelling one last time, he pulled his mouth off and was about to suggest Becca take over for him—
Trent’s gasp signaled there was no time, and his climax made him cry out. The first shot of cum hit Jack in the face, startling and surprising him, and yet something about it driving him mad with pleasure, especially when he saw Becca taking things in hand, grabbing Trent’s cock and aiming it towards her mouth, letting him come between her lips, the pearlescent fluid dripping down her chin, down onto her gorgeous tits.
It was the sight of all of this that made Jack realize he couldn’t hold back anymore. Seeing his best friend’s cum running down onto Becca’s left nipple, its pink hardness now coated in Trent’s semen, feeling that same cum cooling on his own chin? Plus the knowledge that it was he, Jack, who had brought things to this point? He lost all control. He pushed Becca back onto the dock and began fucking her for all he was worth.
And oh, she liked it. The look she gave him was one of absolute yearning. He took control, feeling her legs wrapped around him as his cock plunged deep into her, watching her full, round tits as they were jostled by the force of it. Kissing her again and again, tasting Trent on her lips, all of them full of the knowledge of what they had done.
When her face flushed a deep scarlet, a shade matched by her throat and chest, he knew she was on the verge, and that just pushed him further. He wanted to give her the same pleasure he’d given Trent, the same he wanted for himself. Her hands had found his lower back, pushing him, urging him on, her eyes closed, head tossing from side to side, lost in pleasure. She whimpered. She bit her lower lip. And then she cried out in a voice of absolute ecstasy.
Her pussy clamped him hard, claiming his cock, refusing to let go of it, and he had no choice but to fill her up with his cum, as his own orgasm hit.
As for Becca herself, she felt like she was on the wild ocean, rather than a lake. An ocean made of fire, said the heat of her skin. Jack was taking her to a place she had never been, a level of pleasure she had never felt in her life. It started deep inside her, feeling her muscles clench around his thick cock, but blossomed out to take over her entire body, setting her aflame, and the flames seemed to engulf the whole world.
She understood he was coming too. She could feel it in the way he moved, in his loud cry, the way his body stiffened. But it wasn’t just him. It was Trent, too, the knowledge that they had brought Trent to climax, the knowledge that Jack had willingly obeyed her, sucking off his best friend, to the point that he had sprayed his cum onto the both of them. The hesitant eagerness with which Jack had tasted Trent’s cum was as much a cause of this incredible feeling, as the knowledge that Jack was filling her with his own cum now.
This orgasm might last forever. Or maybe it wasn’t just one, maybe it was two, three, a thousand, those mythical multiple orgasms she had read about but never experienced, maybe it took two men to give them to her, to cause her to ride this great wave of pleasure, her body seizing against Jack’s still-hard cock, unable to control herself, the rhythm of her pussy leading the way as she lay back, her hands clutching empty air, mouth gasping, nipples so hard and tight, skin sizzling where it touched Jack’s.
She felt like she might never come down from this. Feeling it rolling through her, a tidal pleasure. It might stay forever, she might always feel her pussy tightening against Jack’s cock, over and over and over, until the sun burned out above them and she was lost forever.
10
It was strange to be in her old room again, the room she’d dreamed all her teenage dreams in. She’d shoved all the boxes and crates off the bed, and was lying there now, lost in thought. She knew she’d need to get busy and start going through things soon…but not yet. Not just yet.
She was alone. They’d agreed on that, on the drive back.
Her mind flitted back to those moments just after her climax, when she’d felt marvelously emptied, as though every care in the world had slipped away, leaving her free. Lying on her back on the dock, her naked body in the sun, the feeling of Jack and Trent next to her.
The sort of moment you wanted to cherish forever…and the sort of moment life always guaranteed you couldn’t cherish, because something always got in the way.
In this case, it was the need to get back to the real world that had intervened. She’d gone from glorying in the feeling of bringing two men to their powerful orgasms…to wondering wh
ere her underwear and bra had gone. It turned out Trent was sitting on the bra, but the panties?
“I think I threw them off the dock,” Jack had said. They all looked into the water, but the flimsy fabric was nowhere to be seen. As she knelt by the side of the dock, her ass in the air, she felt suddenly exposed, like she wanted to cover up. Not cover herself from the guys; she actually felt really warmly toward them. But it was like she needed to go into hiding for a little while. Needed some time to think through what had happened.
They all seemed to agree on that. Things were quieter now, and they kept shooting shy, bashful glances at one another, as though they all wanted to talk about it…except that they really, really didn’t want to talk about it. Not now, anyway.
So, with only her bra and no bottoms on, she swam the whole way back to the opposite shore, and instead of thrillingly cold, now the water was just uncomfortable. She pulled on her clothes, which felt strange against her wet skin.
The drive back had been in near-silence.
“I think I’ll pack by myself for a while,” she’d said.
“Yeah, I got a couple of things to do,” said Jack, not looking at either of them.
“Me too,” Trent had agreed.
She’d stripped herself bare to lie on the bed. Her clothes were now damp from the ride back, so uncomfortable, and she’d dropped them onto the floor. Her parents’ old washer and dryer were still downstairs, and as soon as she worked up the energy, she’d go down there and get her clothes cleaned up. She hadn’t exactly packed for a long stay.
