by Ava Moreau
“Guys, I need a favor from you,” she said in a breathy whisper.
“Anything,” said Trent.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do with the two of you…but it requires me to get really, really wet. Like, slicker than I have ever been in my life.”
Jack’s thumb rolled across her little clit. “We’ll get you there,” he promised.
“But…not here. Not in the truck.”
Jack smiled. “Not a lot of room in here.”
“And I don’t have a bed in the house anymore,” she said. “You could take me back to your place.”
He nodded at that, and took her home.
22
Just tell them. Tell them you can’t go with them.
It was impossible. Jack knew he had to do it. He had to be honest, and tell them the truth before things went any further. But how could he? The way Becca had looked at him…the way she’d opened herself to him, he couldn’t resist her. She tore down all his defenses, left him helpless and hard and hungry. Even now, when he knew he had to have a talk with them both, he was silenced by her hand caressing his cock, even as he was toying with her pussy.
What does she want us to do, that needs her to get extra-wet? That, at least, was something to take his mind off the crisis before him.
When they got to his apartment, he thought about apologizing for its condition, the mess, the weights lying around the floor; he hadn’t really been home much the past couple of days.
But Becca didn’t even notice. No oh this place needs a woman’s touch or anything like that. No, she grabbed his hand and dragged him straight back to his bedroom, Trent following close behind.
Then she was pulling them both onto the bed with her. Her fingers tangled in Jack’s hair, pushing his head toward her waiting pussy.
“Damn, no preliminaries or anything,” he said.
“Please? I just… I feel so free right now, and I haven’t felt that very much in my life,” she said. “Getting rid of all that stuff, ridding myself of Myers Lake once and for all, I can’t tell you how it makes me feel. I feel untangled.”
Ridding herself of Myers Lake. Little did she know that meant ridding herself of Jack.
She wanted to lose herself in sex…and Jack thought that was the right idea. Turn off his brain and just sink into the arms and legs of his two lovers.
His head between her legs, he tasted her warm, ready lips, let his tongue tickle its way in, where she was even warmer, wetter, saltier, touching her ridges and her slick softness. He thrust his tongue in as far as he could get it, pressing against her, even as she lifted her hips to push forward at him. He explored her with his mouth, her sweetness setting him aflame. All thoughts passed out of his head, replaced by an absolute hunger for her.
Trent meanwhile had shed his own clothes, and got onto the bed next to them.
For a second it seemed strange to Jack. It was one thing to see his best friend naked…but seeing him naked on Jack’s own bed was strange and new. Trent was slowly stroking his cock, watching the show. One of his hands lazily trailed over Becca’s tits, fingers and thumb rolling her hard nipples.
Jack felt such a sudden mix of lust and loss and jealousy, that he buried his mouth further into her mound, licking her mercilessly. Becca tossed her head back and forth, lost in her own world, her breath coming in small quick gasps.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Trent, and reached for him. Jack watched them kiss, and even though it made his own cock throb, he suddenly wanted to push Trent off of her very badly. You’ll have plenty of time to do that when you two are alone together…let me have a turn right now, he thought.
Or you could just change your mind and go with them, came the competing thought.
Yeah, right. That was a fantasy. He wasn’t about to move to a new city where his best friend had to support him—
Are you seriously going to think about this right now? The woman of your dreams has her legs open in front of you, her pussy is wet and waiting, and your best friend’s cock is hard, and…
His thoughts were erased when she said, “I’m ready.” She rolled, her hands against Trent’s shoulders, forcing him down onto the bed. She kissed him hard and reached back. Jack watched as she grabbed Trent’s cock, and put it right up against her pussy…the pussy Jack had spent all this time getting as wet as he could.
Suddenly he thought he knew what her idea might be, as she lowered herself, getting lots of Trent’s fat cock inside her.
She turned her head to look at Jack. “Now you,” she said. “I want you both in my pussy.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He let his clothes fall to the floor, gave himself one or two quick strokes just to make sure he was at his hardest, and mounted the bed.
Her round, supple ass was before him, and he could see the way her pussy lips had been pushed apart by Trent’s cock.
He nudged his head into her pussy, then let it slip back out, glistening wet. He used his hand to spread her wetness further down his shaft. Then slowly, with an agonizing slowness, he pushed himself in.
Her moan was somewhere between pain and ecstasy. Trent had filled her up, and it felt like there was no more room, and yet as long as he was slow, and gentle, and steady, Jack found himself able to slide a further inch of his cock into her. The underside of his cock met the underside of Trent’s, the heat of cock-to-cock contact like fire. Beneath her, Trent gasped, and she kissed him again.
Jack pushed himself forward, inch by slow, slow inch.
Becca couldn’t move. She didn’t want to. She might never move again. Frozen in space and time, except frozen wasn’t the word for it at all; she felt melted. She gasped as Jack slid further into her.
She had never felt so filled up. She had to fight the urge to come immediately. She wasn’t ready for that yet, though; right now she just wanted to be mounted by Jack, to feel his cock next to Trent’s inside her.
Trent was enjoying it too. He knew better than to try any manly thrusting right now; of the three of them, he was the most pinned down. She’d settled against him, her tits pressed against him, his kisses the only thing he was allowed to do, as Jack did the real work.
She was so wet. She almost felt like Jack could just plunge straight into her…but she was glad he didn’t. He understood on some deep level how her body needed to be handled; he knew when to go slow, and when to speed up. When she needed things to get rough, and when, like now, she needed so much gentleness it was like he was hardly moving at all.
But he was moving. He would slide almost all the way out of her, allowing her to take a breath, before he slowly slid back in. And when he finally pushed all the way home, his balls brushed against her—and, she suspected, they brushed against Trent’s balls as well.
I could do this forever, she thought, just lying here with my two men inside me. It was such an honest way to fuck. You couldn’t hide from anything here. There was no room for secrets, or thoughts, or fantasies, or anything else. She was here, totally in the moment, feeling the stretch of her pussy as it eagerly accommodated her men.
And now that Jack was all the way in, she felt like she could move again. Not much. No wild thrashing as she was held between them. But just enough to give herself a feeling of control, squeezing her pussy around them, moving up, sliding the tiny distance back down, fucking them.
Somehow she was even wetter by this point. Her hips moved in tiny circles, making Trent open his eyes and stare up at her. “Oh fuck,” he said. “I’m going to come. Soon. Really soon.”
“Go ahead,” she whispered. “Come all over Jack’s cock. Get him even slicker, so you can both keep fucking me.”
“God, you’re so filthy,” Jack said, his breath tickling the back of her neck.
Just a few minutes ago, she had thought of this as a way to get Jack to open up to her, but all those thoughts had gone out the window. She didn’t care about anything now but the warmth that was building inside of her as they took her, as her body be
came their plaything. It felt so right, so free.
She moved faster against them, pushing down, fucking their cocks.
Trent gasped again. “I can’t…I can’t…oh!”
“I can feel him coming,” said Jack, and Becca could too. There was nowhere to hide from it. They could both feel Trent’s cock swelling, could feel it pulse as it delivered its thick load of cum inside her. It seemed to drive Jack crazy, feeling his best friend’s cock coming into the same pussy he was fucking, and now his own thrusts became faster, harder. She’d never been so grateful for the slickness of Trent’s seed before; without it, Jack’s renewed violence might have hurt, but now it just made her gasp and writhe between them.
“Oh god, fuck me, Jack, fuck me hard, with Trent still inside me.”
Just like there was no room in her pussy for anything but the two cocks, there was no room in her head for anything but the sheer pleasure of this, the wanton freedom of it, the most free she had ever felt even as she was trapped between them. Her career didn’t matter, the opinions of the world didn’t matter, her past in Myers Lake sure as hell didn’t matter. Nothing did, except the feeling of Jack’s cock sliding into her, his balls slapping against her, and the delicious agony on Trent’s face as his cock was still getting stimulated after he’d already come.
It was impossible to tell where her orgasm started. In some ways it seemed to start in her toes, a tingling urgency that crept up her body, slid up her inner thighs, tangled inside her pussy before reaching up and out, taking her entire body. Before she realized it, she was calling out, groaning in pleasure, forcing her pussy down, again and again, taking in Jack’s cock, her body finding a rhythm all its own, something she couldn’t control, a wildfire that raged over the landscape of her body, so bright and hot that it eclipsed the entire world, until there was nothing left but this glow.
She collapsed against Trent’s chest, the sweat between her tits making a slick trail that Trent wished he could slide his cock into, as he looked at her.
His own orgasm had left him spent in a way he couldn’t describe. It was something he’d never imagined, the tightness of Becca’s pussy and the hardness of Jack’s cock, all combining to send Trent over the edge. He looked up at his big friend, who had slowed his thrusts.
Something was on Jack’s mind. Trent thought he knew what it was. You can’t be friends with someone your whole life, and not be able to read their mind, if you try hard enough.
Don’t do it, man. Don’t you dare refuse to come with us.
He didn’t know what was worse, that Jack seemed to be deciding to stay in Myers Lake, or that he was trying to hide that thought behind the fucking. Hell, maybe he was just trying to clear his head.
Or maybe this fuck is his way of telling us goodbye.
No. That wasn’t fair. He loved Jack. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the same way he loved Becca…but then, what he shared with Becca was also very different than what he had with his best friend, too. It was possible for three people to love one another in different ways.
How can I tell you how much I need you with us, big guy? This was Jack, after all. You couldn’t just be direct. You couldn’t beg him.
Trent moved out from under Becca. She smiled and gasped as she felt his cock slide out from her pussy.
Jack was behind her, up on his knees, her hips in his hands, still slowly thrusting into her, feeling the remaining pulses of her orgasm tug at his cock. He watched Trent warily, as though he wasn’t sure what his friend was about to do.
When he kissed Jack, Trent felt his own cock begin to stiffen again.
Jack’s eyes were wide. He looked like he wanted to say something, but Trent stopped him with his lips, with his tongue. Jack tasted like Becca’s pussy, which made kissing him that much hotter. Trent ran his hands down Jack’s chest, feeling that thick muscle, feeling his flat abs, the tangle of hair above his cock. Trent reached further down, getting his hand around the very base of Jack’s cock, the rest of it still firmly inside Becca.
Jack looked at him in wonder, a question in his eyes: What are you up to?
I’m giving myself to you, thought Trent, in a way I have never given myself to another person. In a way I will never give myself away again to anyone else. Because I need you with us, man.
Maybe all of that could not be communicated in a glance, in a silent kiss, in the feeling of hand against cock. Jack looked more puzzled when Trent pulled him out of Becca, that fat cock glistening with her juices mingled with Trent’s own cum.
It really was a huge cock. It gave Trent a moment’s pause.
Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure you want to offer yourself to him this way?
He did. And now he realized Becca was watching too, amazed by what she was seeing, the sacrifice Trent was making to Jack, giving his body up to his best friend.
He climbed atop Becca in what might have been missionary position, except that instead of entering her, he offered up his ass to Jack.
“Dude…are you sure?” whispered Jack.
“Fuck me,” said Trent. “I need it. I want you to.”
Becca looked on in wonder, as though she sensed this was something very special between the two friends, something deeper and more meaningful than just the cock-sucking the two of them had partaken in. She couldn’t quite make out the message that Trent was trying to send to Jack, but the intent of it was clear enough.
Trent looked her deeply in the eyes. And when Jack’s wet cock-head pressed against his hole, the look he gave her was somewhere between fear and pleasure.
Jack slid into him as carefully as he had slid into Becca’s pussy. And if he weren’t already so cum-slick, it might have been much more difficult. As it was, Trent felt like he might explode on the spot. But not in a bad way. Not at all in a bad way. What surprised him was how good it felt, being invaded by Jack’s cock.
How have I gone my whole life without getting fucked? Trent wondered.
As Jack slowly worked his way in, Trent suddenly felt his own cock harden again. He realized Jack’s shaft was massaging his prostate, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. Sure enough, he was fully hard, his cock rubbing against Becca’s bush as she lay beneath him.
Of course Becca wasn’t going to be left out of this. She was too turned on by watching Trent getting fucked. What Trent couldn’t see, since he was facing her, was the intensity of Jack’s expression, a look of rapt amazement and focus, like the tightness of Trent’s ass had taken Jack to a whole other plane of pleasure. A plane she wanted in on. She moved beneath Trent, lining up his cock with her pussy, sliding him in again. It felt different with just one cock in her now. But amazing, because Trent wasn’t thrusting; he was being thrusted by Jack.
“God, Trent, your ass is so fucking tight,” Jack hissed.
“Push it all the way in,” said Trent. “Let me feel it. I want you to fuck me so damn bad, man. Ever since I saw you fucking Becca back at the lake, I think I realized I needed you inside me. Getting jealous over what you were doing to her with your dick. And now it’s inside me…and…oh, fuck, it feels so good…” He moaned and gasped as Jack thrust into him.
This confession absolutely thrilled Becca, who watched Jack fuck his friend with a renewed intensity, a hunger in his eyes she recognized all too well. He wanted to own Trent in this moment, to be in total control of his friend, to fuck him until he cried out in pleasure, to fill him up with cum the way they’d been filling up Becca herself.
And she loved it. Trent was so hard inside her right now, she could feel herself already on the verge of another orgasm, and this one wouldn’t just be bodily, it would be fucking cosmic. Trent sandwiched between them, at their mercy, his sweat-soaked body their toy, meant for their pleasure alone.
That was the beauty of this, she thought, that every moment with her men brought her someplace new, somewhere she’d never been before.
Meanwhile Trent was biting his lip. He whimpered at the feeling of his big friend pounding his ass. H
e was totally out of control, his fingers digging into the sheets to try to steady himself, to offer some resistance, to thrust himself back so even more of Jack’s cock could fill him up. He’d never known getting his ass fucked could feel so good. Never in a million years would it have occurred to him. And now he understood what Becca meant about feeling free. Jack and Becca were unlocking something inside him, something raw and hungry and passionate, a feeling so big and beautiful you could get lost in it forever.
“Oh shit, I’m about to blow,” said Jack behind him. His grip tightened on Trent’s hips. “I’m gonna fill your ass with cum.”
“Do it,” said both Trent and Becca simultaneously.
She lifted her head and kissed Trent deeply. Their lips parted just long enough for her to say, “Let him do it. Let him come in you.”
Trent nodded. Jack’s thrusts grew shorter, faster, as his friend began to lose control. “Oh fuck,” Jack panted, “oh fuck, oh fuck…oh fuck!”
It didn’t seem possible for Jack’s cock to get any thicker, and yet it seemed to swell inside Trent. Trent gasped as his own orgasm hit him at the same time, like it was being forced out of him by Jack’s cock.
Jack gave one final thrust, unleashing his seed into Trent, and Trent groaned as his own cock delivered a second load into Becca. She writhed beneath him, gasping and clutching at him, the sight driving her over the edge into her own orgasm.
Their moans and whimpers filled the air around them, each of them lost inside their own climax, leaving them totally and completely spent, and so in love they could not possibly move.
23
At some point they must have slept, although for the life of her, Becca couldn’t remember that happening. Clearly she must have slept, though, because otherwise her memories of waking several times in the night, reaching out for someone, and being cradled in manly arms would make no sense. Nor would those memories of reaching down for cocks, squeezing them as though for safety, feeling them respond even though her men were asleep.
