by Ava Moreau
She was doomed.
16
The look on Becca’s face was priceless, as Jack exposed his chest. Trent wondered how he himself looked, watching the scene before him. He’d seen Jack’s body a thousand times, watched those muscles strain against heavy burdens, watched sweat drip down the ridges of his flanks, and yet this was different. Because Jack was unbuttoning his jeans, too, and pushing them down, until he was almost fully exposed. The line of hair down his belly, leading into his black boxer briefs. The bulge in those briefs. Trent felt himself tingling with excitement over it.
“Damn, you’ve got a nice cock,” he blurted. Suddenly he covered his mouth, like he’d said the worst thing ever. Shit, should I apologize? Did I ruin things? “Is that even okay to say?”
“Of course it’s okay,” said Becca, touching Trent’s cheek with her free hand. Her other hand was inside her shirt, playing with one of her succulent tits. Trent could only hope she unleashed those babies soon; he wanted to see them again, as much as he wanted to see Jack’s cock.
Oh god, it’s true, I want them both. I don’t know what that means.
Becca continued, “I think it’s natural to see a cock like that and think it’s hot. What about you, Jack? You don’t hate Trent for wanting to see your cock, do you?”
“Nah, I don’t hate him for that,” said Jack, laughing. “What I hate him for is trying to steal you from me.”
Trent knew him well enough to hear the nervousness under the laugh. Jack wasn’t about to admit that he was hesitant…maybe even a little scared, of what Becca had in mind. But Trent knew.
“Which,” said Becca, “isn’t going to happen, because I don’t belong to you, Jack, or you, Trent, or anyone else.”
But Jack wasn’t going to take that for an answer. Putting his hands behind his head, so his entire chest was on display, he lay back on the bed. “Come on,” he said, “be honest, that was the best fuck you ever had. I know you liked it, because I could feel your pussy squeezing me, over and over. How many times did you come?”
Yup, that did it. Now Trent was hard as a fucking rock. Jack’s arrogance, his brash self-assuredness, was part of his charm, as much as that thick coiled snake in his briefs.
Becca’s quirky smile promised trouble. “You’re pretty confident in your girl-fucking abilities,” she said. “But now I think it’s time you demonstrated some other skills.”
Was that a flicker of fear in Jack’s eyes? “Name ‘em,” he said.
Becca put her hand on Trent’s shoulder. “Trent, why don’t you pay him back for what he did for you earlier?”
“What, do you mean I should… I mean…” Trent’s voice trailed off.
He was nervous, but he wasn’t going to say no. Becca was watching him so closely, to see what he would do. It was the moment of truth, wasn’t it? If he couldn’t do this, he didn’t have a chance with her.
But that’s okay, because I want to do this.
I just don’t want to admit how much I want it.
It helped that Jack was hesitant too. He was watching Trent, their eyes locked together, as Trent moved down the bed to sit beside him. Have I been attracted to you all this time…but didn’t realize it, until Becca unlocked something inside me? His head filled with questions, and yet there was one certainty in this room right now: He wanted both Jack and Becca more than he had ever wanted anyone else.
A fine tremor shook his hand as he reached out, touching Jack’s abs. Jack quivered beneath him, his sharp intake of breath the only sound in the room. Now Trent had both hands on him, one reaching up to stroke one of Jack’s massive pecs, to gingerly touch the pale nipple that hardened under his touch. Trent leaned forward, and kissed his nipple. He wondered what it felt like to Jack, and why Jack trembled as Trent’s tongue explored his areola.
The flat of his hand was against Jack’s abs, and he could feel them tense with anticipation. He slid his hand down further, until it cupped Jack’s thick cock. Jack groaned and pressed his hips up, meeting Trent’s hand. But Trent wasn’t done exploring, and he reached further down, feeling Jack’s balls through the fabric. They were big and heavy, full of a load of cum just waiting to fill somebody. Trent found himself shuddering in pleasure at the thought. Would you let Jack fuck you? He didn’t know. Maybe that was too far. Besides, he could hardly think about the future right now; the present was too vivid all around him, the heat against his hand, the ridges and curves of Jack’s hidden manhood, his own hardness straining to get free of his jeans.
He couldn’t just rub Jack forever, though. Becca expected more. He got his fingers under Jack’s waistband, and slowly pulled down. He felt Becca move next to him, to get a better view; felt her arm pressed against his side. She was breathing heavily, her eyes full of excitement.
Jack’s cock sprang up out of its confines, and he lifted his hips to let Trent pull the underwear further away, getting it down off his muscular ass, stripping it down his thick thighs, until he could pull it away and toss it aside, much as Jack had done with Becca’s earlier. Now Jack was fully exposed, his cock standing proud and tall. He had that arrogant look on his face again, like he just loved having both Becca and Trent admiring his package. Trent wished he could take him down a notch, here in front of Becca. He’d thought a moment before about Jack fucking him, but maybe he had that backwards. Maybe he should flip Jack over and take his ass. Show him who was boss. Would that impress Becca, mounting Jack?
Trent chuckled silently. Gotta love that urge to make dominance displays, like we’re on a fucking nature show or something.
But Becca had asked him to do one thing very specifically. To return the favor from earlier, when Jack had sucked on him.
Trent reached out and put his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock. Close-up like this, it was more daunting than he remembered. It pulsed with life and masculine energy, the whole core of Jack’s being, right here in his hand.
At the little slit in his cock, there was a drop of fluid. Trent reached out and touched it with his index finger, drawing a tiny circle around the head of Jack’s cock with it. Then he lifted his hand and brought his finger to his mouth, tasting Jack’s precum. It was surprising, less salty than he expected, more sweet. His own cock throbbed in his pants in response.
Looking at Becca one more time for moral support, Trent began to lean down, putting his face next to Jack’s cock.
“Go ahead, buddy, put it in your mouth,” whispered Jack. “Suck me off.”
Trent buried his nose in Jack’s thatch, inhaling the rich, masculine scent of his sweat. That scent drove him forward. He parted his lips, and let his tongue touch the underside of Jack’s cock.
Contact.
It was like passing a boundary, a point of no return. It was one thing to admire your friend’s body, to pull down his underwear, even to play with his precum. But the moment you put your mouth on his cock, you crossed a border into a new world. Trent felt desires he had no name for, hungers that he would never be able to explain. All he knew was that he had to have Jack’s cock in his mouth.
He ran his tongue up that hard shaft, all the way to the top, where his tongue-tip played at Jack’s slit. Jack shivered and groaned. Then Trent returned to the little fold of skin on the underside of Jack’s cock, that connected the head to his shaft. What was that called? His frenulum? It was tight right now, and Trent rubbed it with his tongue. Then, carefully, he gave it a little nip with his teeth, not hard, but enough to make Jack gasp and writhe on the bed. Jack was reaching for his head now, trying to guide Trent to go down on him.
At first Trent wanted to fight this loss of control. But he had to admit that he wanted to suck Jack, as much as Jack wanted to be sucked. He wrapped his lips around Jack’s meaty cock head.
“Oh god, that’s so hot,” hissed Becca beside him. Now she had a hand inside her pants, and Trent could picture her thrusting a finger into her pussy, getting it wet from her juices. Preparing herself, really, for both of the guys to fuck her.
Trent
lowered himself further, slowly, hesitantly, still scared of Jack’s big cock. He swallowed, and worked his tongue all over the thick head.
“Mmmm, fuck that’s good,” murmured Jack.
Trent found his courage growing, and after he traveled back up Jack’s shaft, he was brave enough to go down further on the return trip, letting more of that cock into his mouth. He discovered there wasn’t as much sucking needed as the name implied; he was giving Jack an intense pleasure just by tightening his lips and moving downward, mouth-fucking his cock.
“There’s just one thing,” said Becca, staring raptly at the sight before her.
“Hmmm?” asked Trent, his mouth full of Jack.
“You guys are so fucking hot together…it’s just…I want to see you both sucking at the same time.”
Jack looked at her slyly. “You did say that’s what did it for you.”
“Mm-hm,” she said, her hand in her pants moving faster. “The two of you locked together right here in front of me, going at each other…yeah. That’s what I want to see.”
Trent came off Jack’s cock just long enough to get his shirt off. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation on his part, even though Jack seemed to go back to being a little nervous at the idea. No lingering, slow, romantic disrobing for Trent. He was out of his clothes in a moment, then sliding back onto the bed next to Jack…only this time, facing in the opposite direction. They were beside each other, lying on their sides, each of them with a fat cock inches from their mouths.
“And this time,” Becca told Jack, “no letting his cock go when he comes. You’re going to swallow every drop.”
It was all Trent could do not to just explode in Jack’s face, hearing that. How had he gone his whole life, never thinking about his best friend drinking down his cum?
Um, because you’re straight. It’s just…things get weird when Becca’s around. The world goes topsy-turvy, and suddenly you find yourself stretched out beside Jack…
When Jack’s lips touched him it was pure fire. His best friend began down at the base of his shaft, kissing that little area where his cock met his sack. Trent had never realized how sensitive he was there, and wasn’t prepared for the flood of sensation. Jack’s stubble should have hurt—hell, it did hurt, kind of—but that only intensified the feeling, and Trent moaned and bit his lower lip.
He felt he was no stranger to Jack’s own member at this point. The heavy prick was still wet from its earlier trip into Trent’s mouth, and its warmth pressed against his lips.
It was the most intensely sensual sight Becca had ever seen. They’re doing it for me, she thought…and yet, the whimpers and moans of pleasure meant they were doing it for themselves, as well.
She couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of her. Couldn’t believe the way the two big men were going at each other, sucking down each other’s cocks, both going at the same slow, seductive rhythm.
If I don’t get out of these jeans, I’m going to wear a hole in the crotch. Her knuckles already felt raw from rubbing against the denim as she toyed with herself. She let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Now she was able to move her hand freely, slipping her middle finger up inside her smooth, wet warmth, and once her finger was soaking, bringing it up to rub the silky skin of the little hood over her clit.
The way they looked up at her was as charming as it was sexy, almost like they were asking Am I doing it right? Do you like the way I’m sucking my best friend’s cock? And she wanted to say yes, yes you’re doing it right, the way Trent’s ass was flexing as his thrust himself further into Jack’s mouth, and the look of surprise on Jack’s face as he managed to take even more of Trent’s inches, swallowing it down.
As her hand traveled back down, she allowed her ring finger to join her middle finger, easing in and out of her pussy, her hips shuddering. She couldn’t remain standing, so she crawled back onto the bed to watch them more closely…and to better finger herself.
Jack’s cock was so thick, she wondered if it was hurting Trent’s poor mouth. But Trent didn’t seem to mind, eagerly taking it all, looking up at her, his eyes watering just a little, which made her laugh, except the laugh was so throaty.
Then Jack was saying something. Mumbling because his mouth was full of cock. “Mm hmm-mmm.”
Her fingers played over her labia. “I can’t hear what you’re saying, baby.”
He came up off Trent’s cock and in an urgent whisper said, “Fuck, I’m about to come.”
Trent’s eyes were really wide now, as his friend began thrusting harder, fucking Trent’s mouth for all he was worth, Trent grabbing his ass, his fingers making deep indentations in Jack’s glutes, trying to get some control of the runaway train his sucking had inspired.
“Oh god, Trent, your mouth feels so fucking good, I can’t hold back anymore,” Jack said.
“Don’t hold back,” said Becca. “Come in his mouth. Do it for me.”
Then Jack groaned so loudly it echoed off the walls. He shoved into Trent’s mouth hard, and Trent met him, sucking and swallowing. Jack’s balls tightened up, and she could see it as they began to spasm, that slight bit of his shaft that hadn’t made it all the way into Trent’s mouth pulsing. “I’m doing it,” he gasped, “I’m shooting my load into my best friend’s mouth!”
But there must have been too much cum. Trent was trying his best to keep up, but it was dripping out of his lips, and he had to come off of it. Jack shot him right in the face with another thick spurt of cum. Trent tried to get his mouth back on before another load hit him, and Becca was right there to join him, licking Jack’s cock off Trent’s face, her fingers thrusting hard inside her, on the very edge of her own orgasm…
…but she pulled back. Why use her hand, when there were cocks available? As much as her pussy wanted to clench around her fingers right this second, as much as she wanted to come right now, she wanted to do it with a cock inside her. Since she was face-to-face with Trent right now (and besides, she owed him one after this morning), she shoved Jack out of the way and climbed on top of Trent.
“Hey!” said Jack, laughing, his hand now around his shaft as he squeezed out the last of his cum; it ran down his cock and over his fist.
“You had your turn with him,” she said, “now it’s mine. You don’t mind that, do you Trent? I know you were enjoying Jack’s mouth.”
She straddled him, her ass in the air, and reached down for his cock. He surprised her by reaching up and kissing her. He buried his fingers in her hair.
His kiss was intense. All she could do was kiss him back, her tongue tangling with his, trying to express her need for him, for both of them, trying to communicate how much she needed to be fucked.
And more than fucked. I need these guys in my life.
But she couldn’t let herself think like that.
After the packing is done, it’s back to real life. No matter how good this kiss is, no matter how hot they are…Corinth is calling me back.
When Jack’s mouth found her pussy, every rational thought went straight out of her head, and she yelped in pleasurable surprise.
Here she’d been thinking she was about to sink down onto Trent’s cock, and instead Jack had taken over, coming behind them, burying his face in her pussy. He used his hands to nudge her legs further apart, and ran his tongue up and down her lower lips.
It was like fucking lightning had struck her. Her whole mound quivered beneath his rough treatment. And she knew--she knew!--it was down to jealousy again. Jack had seen her about to fuck his best friend, and he couldn’t help himself, he had to intervene.
Well, it beats fighting, she thought helplessly, at the mercy of his questing mouth. Trent, far from looking dissatisfied by this development, took the opportunity to unbutton her big plaid shirt and push it off of her. Then he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor. Suddenly his mouth was exploring her nipples, and his hands squeezed her tits—not too hard, but hard enough to know he meant business.<
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Jack meanwhile had found her little nub with his tongue…and she thought she might black out. Thank god the tip of his tongue was playing around the hood; she didn’t think she could take it if he made contact with the clit itself, she was so sensitive right now. She might climax herself right on to heaven.
But she wasn’t just going to be the passive recipient of this eating-out. She wiggled her ass, pressing herself harder against his face, listening to his heavy, primal breathing. He was rough with her, grabbing her ass, using his fingers to knead her cheeks, even while Trent was doing delicate little circles of her nipples with his tongue…
“If I don’t feel a cock in me soon, I am going to fucking explode,” she said in a harsh whisper. If only there were some way for her to be fucked and eaten out at the same time!
When the image occurred to her, she knew what she had to do. She pushed Trent back down onto the bed, planting a final kiss on his lips, then turned her back to him, giving him a great view of her full, round ass. She straddled his cock, and eased herself down. Jack had gotten her so wet, Trent was able to slide up into her easily.
She quivered and moaned as she sank down onto Trent’s cock. She wasn’t sure she had the strength to hold herself up, but Jack was right there, so she put her arms over his shoulders, as she fucked Trent. Once his cock was well inside her, she lay back against Trent’s chest.
Jack’s eyes widened, as he realized what she was up to. Once she was lying down on Trent’s chest, his cock deep inside her, she was able to part her legs so that Jack could get at her clit.
Trent’s hands came around and caressed her tits, as he watched his friend going down on Becca…and of course when Jack’s tongue ran over her pussy, it was running over Trent’s shaft, too. She could feel Trent beneath her, his slow, sinuous thrusts into her, and the warmth of Jack’s tongue exploring where she and Trent joined up.
She was running out of time. Her body just couldn’t take this much sensual stimulation. Her climax was like a storm gathering on the horizon, not here just yet, but she could see it coming. From this position she couldn’t force herself down onto Trent any harder, in fact she felt at the guys’ mercy entirely, as Trent had control of his thrusts, and Jack’s mouth had control of her pussy.
