by Lola Newmar
Taylor let her head fall back, face up in the falling rain, as she pressed her lush tits against the window, the glass spreading her breasts into enormous, lace-covered globes. Jay and Brody pushed their faces against the window like two puppy dogs at a pet shop begging for a warm, cozy home, but Jay’s only concern was to get as close as possible to their Taylor, their Taylor, the angel-faced minx who had haunted his dreams since the moment he saw her.
Taylor continued to pull down her shirt, moving painfully slow in a tormenting game, giving the men an amused cock of a perfectly shaped eyebrow. She allowed the shirt to fall then worked on her skirt. When it fell to her feet, she was left standing in her lavender lace bra and coordinating panties.
“I’ve never hated purple lace so much before. Just gets in the way,” said Jay with his nose pressed against the glass as he hungered for the perfectly waxed pussy that peeked through the sheer lace like a decadent dessert seducing passersby to come into a bakery. And Jay could only imagine how succulent and moist that dessert tasted.
Taylor closed her eyes and kissed the window twice, leaving two pink lip shapes on the wet tinted glass.
Jay gripped his dick a little tighter and pumped his length slowly, just enough to relieve the ache but not too much to send him over the brink. He looked over and saw Brody’s hand was slowly pumping in his pants, as well, his stare never leaving Taylor. Brody breathed heavy and deep, still managing to say, “Well, my man, looks like we found ourselves a bride.”
Chapter 7
The warm, humid summer rain felt sinful as it ran down Taylor’s body, soaking her lace bra and thong. She’d never felt so sexy as she watched Jay and Brody undress to pump their long, wide cocks while they raked her body up and down with their eyes.
When she leaned over and gave the window two pink kisses, she could hear their growls of frustration through the glass and saw their hands speed up their up-and-down motions. The ache in her channel had been going on for so long, her pussy walls were now contracting around emptiness. She didn’t care if it had to be in a truck, she needed that emptiness filled right then.
She wrapped her fingers around the door handle, took a deep breath, then opened it. It was barely half opened when she felt two strong hands grip her waist and drag her in. In a flash, Jay had her laid across his and Brody’s laps, her head in Brody’s and her ass resting on Jay’s huge, stiff erection.
Before she could speak, Brody’s fingers tangled in the back of her hair as he pulled her mouth toward his, his tongue immediately pushing itself through her lips, sucking them in a ferocious hunger. Jay effortlessly lifted her body to his mouth, his strong hands squeezing her ass, and he began a trail of kisses and licks around her abdomen. A jolt of electric heat traveled from the areas he licked down to her soaking pussy. When she felt his tongue dip in her bellybutton, she flinched from the tickle.
Jay laughed softly, making a husky sound from the back of his throat. “You taste like a honey-drizzled peach.”
“Mmm.” Taylor moaned at Jay’s words, rolling her hips in a circular motion as his pointed tongue softly swept across her skin.
Brody’s kiss was now a little softer, and he was exploring every surface of her mouth. His tongue retreated, and he began to trace the edges of her lips as he barely brushed them with his. She could smell his sweet shampoo mixed with the clean, masculine sweat that glazed his tanned skin. It reminded her of the time she and her best friend, Avery, a proud gay even at fourteen, snuck into the varsity boys’ locker room after the team’s two-a-day, hoping to get their first glance at the perfection that is a male athlete’s naked body. They barely missed them by a few minutes, but Taylor could remember the rugged, clean smell that had still lingered in the warm steam of the shower room.
As Jay’s tongue lavished attention on her lower stomach, Taylor raked her nails through his scalp, his feather-soft, dark hair caressing the webs of sensitive skin between her fingers like damp silk. He slowly lowered her ass down to his enormous hard-on as he trailed his gaze up and down her form. “I could come just looking at you.” He wedged a single finger into the wet lace panties she still wore, and he slowly trailed the finger around the curve of her hip, descending down where it met the crease of her inner-thigh. Taylor squeezed her thighs together in shame when she felt his finger discover the erotic juice that was trickling down her thigh.
“Damn, baby, that’s not just the rain that soaked your panties, is it?” Jay pushed her knees farther apart. “C’mon, baby girl, let us see it.” He growled when she relaxed her trembling legs, allowing her mound to be on full display as he pulled the lace material down her hips. He threw the lace scrap to Brody who opened the glove compartment to place it inside.
“Wait, am I getting those back?”
“Not a chance,” Brody whispered in her ear before capturing her sensitive lobe between his teeth, making her groan in lust. She wouldn’t let Brody and Jay get away with stealing her panties, but now wasn’t the time to sass either of them.
Brody moaned her name and forcefully pulled down the underwire of her strapless bra until it rested in the middle of her stomach. Her full breasts bounced out at the release of the confinement. Taylor arched up so she was able to reach behind her, unhook the bra, and throw it over Jay’s head and onto the street pavement.
“Holy fuck,” Brody groaned as he leaned down to take one of her breasts in his mouth, his hand capturing the other in a firm squeeze. He hummed around her nipple, causing Taylor to buck her hips up in response. His eyes were closed as if he were savoring the taste of her.
The deep warmth of Jay’s palm rested on her folds, lightly moving in large circles. Her gut tightened as she wondered what his next move would be. And then he began a soft spanking against her aching slit, the slapping sound becoming louder as he increased the power little by little. “Even a perfect pussy like this needs to be taught a lesson every now and then. Gotta remind her who’s boss.”
The intensity of the pleasure shocked and aroused her. She’d never been spanked before, much less been spanked on her pussy, but wave after wave of warm tingles flooded her body with each slap, the chill spreading to the back of her neck and stealing her breath. His warm hand was so big it easily slapped against every exposed nerve of her cunt.
“Ohh, Jay and Brody,” Taylor mumbled, and the sound of both of their names intensified the passion running through her body. “Mmm, Jay and Brody,” she cried louder. Again she heard husky growls coming from both of the men at the same time, causing her cream to run down her slit and trickle down to lubricate her asshole.
Jay’s erotic pussy spankings suddenly stopped, and he began to gently and slowly wipe two fingers over her lips and folds, brushing over every exposed inch of her mound while Brody’s mouth continued sucking her nipples. Then he started a gentle tap over her throbbing clit with the pad of one of his fingertips, and Taylor’s heavy sighs grew louder as her hips began a rhythmic bucking motion in coordination with the tormenting taps. The tapping was so gentle that her pussy ached with the need for more intense friction. Just when she was going to put aside her pride and beg him for more, Jay oiled two large, wide fingers with her abundant desire before inserting them into her hot pussy.
“Oh, yes. Please.” Taylor tried to squeeze her thigh muscles, attempting to stop the violent shudder, but it seemed they had a mind of their own. She decided to push aside the embarrassment of her eager response, and she allowed herself to enjoy the wiggling glide of Jay’s fingers. Usually when guys in the past had tried to use their fingers on her, they were too eager and rough, and it brought more pain and annoyance than pleasure. But tonight, her pussy was so ready and so wet, Jay’s fingers pumped her saturated channel with little effort.
Suddenly, Jay used a fingertip of his other hand to give her another electrifying clit tap while the fingers inside her continued to work her in a corkscrew motion. Taylor struggled to keep her breathing under control. She grabbed Brody’s ears like a jockey holding a mare’s re
igns as he continued to lick currents of sexual shock into her body through her erect nipples and down to the muscles pulsating around Jay’s fingers.
Without warning, the twisting sensation in her womb tightened with psychotic force, and her vision blurred. Her orgasm seemed to come from every part of her. Brody held her breasts together and nibbled her nipples at the same time, causing a violent jerk in her body as she shrieked their names with her completion.
“Damn, you have to feel how dripping wet she is for us,” Jay said to Brody as he slowly withdrew his fingers once Taylor came back to Earth.
“Mmm, I intend to.” Brody lightly sucked and licked the spot where her shoulder met her neck, then glided the soft tip of his nose along her jaw line until he met her lips in a soft kiss.
“Not until I’m done.” Before Taylor could register Jay’s words, he grabbed the sides of her ribs to sit her up, pulled her toward him, and placed her on his lap with her legs straddling his thighs as he sat behind the wheel. Brody released a disappointed groan as she was yanked from his lap.
Jay’s eyes were glazed over with passion and lust as he brushed her disheveled, wet hair from her face. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head down to devour her mouth with his. It seemed like her weight on his cock intensified his passion when he impatiently unzipped his pants to allow his hard-on more room.
As she continued to kiss Jay, Brody leaned over and continued licking the sensitive nape of her neck. She moaned softly as his hands slowly grazed down her back then eagerly palmed her ass.
She felt Jay fumbling to pull his pants lower as she continued to kiss him passionately and lovingly. Jay lifted her by the hips, and she suddenly felt the wide, blunt head of Jay’s cock press against her entrance.
Brody interrupted them before Jay could push in. “Hold on.” Jay and Taylor broke their kiss to look at Brody. “I want you to suck my cock as Jay fucks that hot pussy.”
* * * *
Jay smiled up at Taylor when he saw her eyes grow heavy with lust at Brody’s request.
Jay opened the truck door and gently lifted Taylor off his lap as he scooted to get out, leaving his gorgeous princess naked in the driver’s seat. He felt the warm water trickle down his body as he stood in the evening rain. The opened door left the car light on, and Taylor looked even more beautiful as he was able to examine her body in the better light.
In a sudden, uncontrollable hunger, Jay grabbed Taylor’s lush hips and turned her so she was bending over with her plump ass toward him. “Ohh,” she whimpered when he gave her right ass cheek a loud spank. She seemed to be aroused from the contact as she wiggled her round ass against his erection in appreciation.
Brody began to quickly pull down his pants, and soon there were two enormous erections popped out on display. Jay watched as Taylor reached over to Brody, raking her nails through the hair at the base of his shaft, then wrapped her tiny hand around his pulsing dick. Brody sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. She then slowly licked him from his balls up to his glistening head. She moaned loudly when Jay grabbed his cock and began to tease her dripping slit. He ran the head back and forth over her pussy hole, spreading her cream everywhere.
When Taylor leaned down on her forearms, her ass lifting higher, she looked back and gave Jay a smile, then closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she waited for his next move. No longer able to hold back, Jay pushed his cock all the way inside her channel. Taylor screamed at the stretch.
“Holy fuck! Oh my God, baby.” Taylor felt so tight and hot, so smooth. “Are you okay, baby?”
“So…so…big,” Taylor panted, her tiny body trembling as it took him in.
Jay wanted to pound her cunt right away, but he kept his control as he slowly moved in and out, allowing Taylor to get used to his size. After a few seconds, she began to meet his thrusts with her own, and Jay could see that her pain had receded. She gave him the silent go-ahead when she swung her head back, her long, auburn hair spread out against her naked back. He couldn’t help himself, and he grabbed her hair with his right fist as he kept his left hand on her hip.
Three loud, moaning voices filled the air as Taylor then took Brody in her mouth. Brody’s head fell back against the seat as he moaned her name in ecstasy. “Oh, Taylor, keep going, sugar. Suck that cock, baby. Yeah, you like the way my dick tastes, don’t you?”
Brody’s raunchy words seemed to intensify the lust in Taylor as her sucking noises grew louder and wetter, her round ass bouncing hard against Jay’s body. Her tits swayed freely with their lovemaking, and he watched her delicate, manicured hand work its black magic on Brody’s pulsating cock as she pumped in sync with her mouth.
Jay ran his hand down her soft back, meeting her feminine curves as he relished the magnetic pull of her body. For some reason, this woman had him more hypnotized than any conquest he ever had before. He couldn’t decide if it was her flawless face, or her soft curves, or her hypnotic laugh, or the way her eyes softened at the sight of him. “Damn, look at you baby. You’re so gorgeous, princess.”
“You feel so good,” Taylor said in her southern belle drawl. She sounded so sexy and sincere. Brody gently directed her head back down on his lap, and Jay could once again hear the eager sucking sounds of Taylor’s mouth. Within seconds, Brody was clenching his fists in her hair, giving a loud groan and jerk as he filled her mouth with his cum. “Yummy,” Taylor said as she licked the last of his cum from his glistening shaft. Brody was limp with exhaustion, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath.
Jay’s thrusts pounded quicker, harder, and Taylor whipped her head back as she joined him in the search for their carnal finish. As he felt his balls tighten for release, Jay bent over Taylor’s soft form, his chest pressed down on her warm back. “Squeeze those delicious thighs for me, Taylor. Yeah, yeah, that’s it. Damn, you’re so tight.” Taylor squealed her second climax of the night as the velvet walls of her pussy began to frantically contract around his rock-hard cock.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful. Fuck!” Jay pounded his torso against her quivering form with each word as his completion clouded his sight. His body quaked as his seed filled Taylor’s body. He rested flat against her sweat-glistening flesh until his breath returned to normal.
He slowly pulled out of her and stood, the cool night drizzle refreshing his heated body. As he tucked himself back in his boxer-briefs, he watched Taylor gently put her hand on Brody’s flushed cheek before giving him a soft, romantic kiss. They made a beautiful couple. A sharp ache formed in Jay’s chest as he yearned to join them in their liberating state of love.
Taylor broke free of Brody’s lips and looked over her shoulder at Jay. Another man-eating smile, another stab in Jay’s chest. The love that was in her eyes when she had looked at Brody remained when she stared at Jay. It remained clear as day. Holy shit, she’s in love with me.
Jay had to quickly turn his head from Taylor’s angelic caramel eyes before he’d say something he’d regret. He swiftly turned away from the sight of her face and leaned against the car. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut to squash the dull pain stuck in his chest as he dropped his head back in the falling rain.
When he saw that devotion, that true love, in her eyes, it took everything in him not to fall to her lap and thank the dear Lord for her heart. He wanted to hold her and protect her and make sure she’d never go without that look again. But the image of Papa Clark and Mama dressed in black, holding each other as they sobbed in depression, haunted his thoughts.
You can’t do this. Just hit it and quit it. Don’t be a damn fool and give in like Brody’s dumb ass has.
* * * *
Jay’s eyes had softened and darkened to a pine color when he was staring at her face. He had parted his lips, and just when Taylor could have sworn he was about to say something, he had suddenly turned to look away from her. Taylor furrowed her brow. She just didn’t understand it.
“Jay?” she whispered, her gut clenching in instinctive anxiety. She feared
what excuse he would provide for his suddenly distant behavior.
“Get dressed.” She hardly heard him, but the anger in his voice was like a bomb going off. When she turned to Brody, his puzzled look provided her no explanation for why Jay was acting so strange.
Jay turned back to them and leaned down to make direct eye contact with her. “Are you fucking deaf? I said get dressed!”
She grabbed her lace bra and scooted out of the truck, joining him in the empty road while she struggled to put her bra back on. She felt the warm tears start to stream down her face as reality crept up on her. She bent down to grab her wet skirt from the road. After stepping into it, she looked up into Jay’s piercing jade eyes. She thought they looked misty, but he immediately turned his face away again before she could get a good look.
“Jay, if you think we might be moving too fast, m-maybe we can talk about it.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Taylor!” Taylor flinched again at his sudden yelling. “There’s nothing more going on here, don’t you understand? Or are you that fucking delusional?”
