by Lola Newmar
“Fuck, baby. Someone’s a bad girl,” Jay whispered against her ear as he leaned forward and the head of his cock discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. One of his hands tugged at her nipples as he took her in another heated, longing kiss as his throbbing dick sought entrance.
Taylor let out a loud, surprised gasp when Jay pounded his enormous length deep into her creaming cunt.
“Mmm, my God, Taylor. You’re already about to come, aren’t you, baby? I can feel your pussy milking my cock. It’s hungry for more, isn’t it, baby?”
Taylor was embarrassed at her body’s eager reaction, but she nodded anyway. “Yes, Jay. Make me come. Please, please.”
Jay groaned and leaned down to take a breast in his mouth as he pounded her hard against the house. Taylor immediately felt her body tighten in anticipation of her intense climax, and suddenly it felt like every part of her, pussy, tits, limbs, heart, was on fire.
“Yeah, Taylor. Let me hear you come, baby. Let me hear you cry out my name.” Jay pounded harder, and he moaned as he spilled his hot cum inside her. His cock pulsed violently, and the strong force had Taylor’s orgasm spilling over her like molten lava.
“So good, oh my God. Jay!” She felt her body jerk as the tortuous waves of desire washed over her. She could still feel his cock throbbing inside her as she slowly came back to earth.
Jay gently placed her back on the ground before kissing her again. His breaths were was still short, and his skin glistened with the exertion of their lovemaking.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered against her warm lips. “You’re the one I want, and it scared the living shit out of me. But I have one more surprise for you.” He pulled the spaghetti straps of her dress back up over her shoulders, redressing her gently.
Taylor let out a soft giggle. “Let me guess.”
“Actually, I’m out of gifts right now, but I think you’ll still like it.”
“Look, about these gifts—”
“Don’t insult me, Taylor,” he interrupted. “You’re a princess, I told you that. And as long as you’re with me and Brody, you’ll need to get used to living the lifestyle of one. We refuse to have it any other way.”
Just then, Brody came from the side of the house.
When Taylor saw him, she cried out, “Brody!” as if she hadn’t seen him in years. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he lifted her from the ground and set her in front of him.
“We promise you won’t regret this, Taylor. We’re going to make you the happiest woman on Earth, you’ll see.” The love in Brody’s eyes as he looked at her was dark and intense. He turned to Jay. “You know, Taylor is technically a beauty queen, not a princess.”
Taylor pouted. “Oh, Brody, can’t I just remain a princess? They’re so much younger than queens.” She turned and winked at Jay playfully, and the men laughed, shaking their heads.
“Even in their twenties, southern belles are so damn sensitive about their age.” Jay chuckled.
“Wait a minute, were you there the whole time, Brody?”.
Brody wiggled his eyebrows playfully and gave her ass a hard smack but didn’t answer her question.
“Yeah,” Jay stepped forward, “and about that surprise.”
Chapter 10
When he interrupted their playtime for Taylor’s next surprise, Jay noticed the disappointed look on her face, but she had complied. He parked the truck in his huge driveway, relieved his parents’ car was nowhere in sight. For Mom and Pops, Wednesdays were reserved for bingo followed by an evening picnic at the lake.
Jay got out of the car in eager anticipation, and Brody held Taylor’s hand as they followed Jay to the backyard. The sun was now reduced to an orangey hot pink strip on the graying horizon.
He hadn’t been in his parents’ secret garden in years, and never intended on going back, but as he moved closer to its walls, he was more than eager to break through his fear. For some reason, all he wanted was to see Taylor’s reaction to the mystical world his fathers had built. It was a baffling itch he had to scratch right then.
“Oh, my God. This is amazing.” Taylor gasped as they made their way deeper into the massive land of cobblestone paths, perfectly trimmed bushes of every size, and hundreds of beds of exotic flowers. The dim outdoor lamps were already putting spotlights on random parts of the estate.
“Oh, actually, we haven’t come to the best part yet,” Jay said, smiling when Taylor’s eyes widened in excitement.
He turned and spotted the four, twenty-foot stone walls that were covered in lush, green moss, and he felt a sudden sick feeling in his gut. He stopped in his path and turned to look over his shoulder. Brody was holding aside a curtain of vines as Taylor cautiously made her way toward Jay, and then she looked up and gave him that signature innocent, virginal smile, her deep, angelic dimples perfectly centered on her rosy cheeks. Jay turned back around and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds as he breathed deeply in then out, trying to push down the nervous ball building in his chest.
“Wow!” Taylor strained her neck to look up at the tall walls. “What is this place?”
Brody only gave her a smile, and Jay began to search the area for the key to the door. He then remembered his mother always hid it under the baby cupid statue in the middle of the birdbath that sat at his left. His stomach dropped with anxiety when he felt the familiar, cool steel of the antique key. He took a moment to study it, running his fingers along the fancy swirl pattern. It had been so long since he held it, and he was a little surprised it looked exactly as he remembered. His mother’s proud, ecstatic voice echoed in his head. And the key is just as perfectly divine as the garden.
“Jay? Did you find the key?” Brody’s voice brought Jay back.
Jay made his way over to the door and inserted the key into the rusty hole. The door creaked loudly as he slowly pushed it open, revealing a whole other world to the trio. Jay braced himself for another sick feeling in his stomach, but a surprising feeling of contentment poured over him as he watched Taylor run toward the garden swing, squealing in delight as she jumped up on the high seat.
Brody stepped closer to Jay’s side, and they both watched in silence as Taylor hung her head back, her eyes closed as she held onto the ropes on either side of her, swinging back and forth in a smooth motion. The summer Texas humidity left a dewy glaze on her pretty, delicate face, and her hair was beginning to form natural waves in the damp climate. The heat of the day had made the deep v-neck of Taylor’s dress limp with the moisture of the air, revealing more cleavage than it was probably intended to show.
Jay just noticed she must have kicked off her heels when he saw her feet with their cherry red toenails sway gracefully under the swing bench. The new anklet he bought her made her feet look even more delicate. She looked so peaceful and so happy, Jay’s heart jumped with a sudden jolt of emotion, but he managed to swallow it down to speak.
“You know, that’s the first thing Mama did, too, when Papa Craig and Papa Clark showed her the garden.”
Brody turned to give him a soothing, closed-lip smile, squeezing the back of Jay’s neck in a masculine show of affection, then walked over to Taylor.
* * * *
If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
She hovered several feet above the ground, enough to feel as though she were flying when she closed her eyes. She relished the warm twilight breeze that whispered across her face and body, not wanting to open her eyes in fear it would all disappear.
When she heard a twig snap beneath heavy footsteps, she instinctively opened her eyes to see her men walking toward her. She smiled when she realized they must have been watching her for a couple of minutes by now.
“What do you think?” Jay indicated the paradise around them.
“It’s perfection,” Taylor purred, letting her head fall back again as she swung through the air.
And it was perfection. When Jay opened the garden door, a completely different universe was expos
ed to her eyes. They were surrounded by a rainbow of wild flowers, small, round bushes, tall bushes that were trimmed to resemble bunny rabbits and birds with spread wings, dozens upon dozens of potted plants that looked like they all came from different parts of the world, and blankets of moss and vines that spread up the stone walls. In the back right corner was a Balinese canopy daybed made of cherry wood and surrounded by snow white linen curtains. It was the biggest daybed she had ever seen, at least twice as big as a king. She imagined falling asleep on its dozens of Mediterranean pillows in the summer rays, drifting off to the Lone Star song of the mockingbirds. Maybe I died in a car accident on the way here, and now I’m in heaven.
Taylor realized she was thinking aloud when she heard the men laugh. She dropped her gaze down in time to see both Jay and Brody peel off their designer shirts. Taylor swallowed hard as her eyes raked over every chiseled muscle of their torsos. Their shoulders looked even broader when they weren’t hidden under clothes, and her eyes traveled down over their well-formed six-packs to their enticing muscular thighs.
“Well,” Jay said as he began to work the square silver buckle on his leather belt, “if that pretty flush in your cheeks is any indication, you’re still very much alive.”
She watched in anticipation as the men undressed, revealing more off their golden, glistening skin. She looked down at the enormously thick, long erections that pointed up at her, taunting her with pulsing veins and drops of pre-cum. She had been haunted by images of their hard-ons since the day at the lake, and she licked her lips at the thought of finally taking them both into her body at once.
They walked toward her like moths to a flame, their eyes glued to the bright cotton material of the long summer dress that clung to her tits and hips. They looked like children in awe of a Christmas tree, and she smiled at their raw reaction to her, despite her being fully dressed.
She slowed down her swinging to a complete stop, and Jay dropped on one knee, then the other, his eyes boring into hers as he ran a rough hand under her dress to the top of her thigh, sending a shock of heat to her core. Brody then approached and fully lifted the hem of her dress so it rested on her thighs, then he caressed her left knee with his fingertips, slowly moving up her leg and sending a shiver of pleasure from his touch to her throbbing pussy. She gasped at the intense need for a more satisfying caress. Brody smiled, his eyes flickering in a lustful fire as he, too, dropped to his knees in front of her.
She watched both men lower their heads at the same time to give her a kiss on the tender spot just above her knees. The visual of two different men, a head of short, dark hair on her right and a head of dark-blond, messy waves on her left, caused her to release an unintentionally desperate whimper.
She grasped the swing ropes tightly when she saw their tongues dart out, tasting her dewy skin with their warm lips. The contact of her naked skin with their hot tongues caused Taylor to flinch at the unexpected jolt of intense sensation it created, and she could feel her opening already pulsating as it begged for the intimidating, beautiful, long cocks that stood at attention from their naked, tanned bodies.
Jay straightened, his emerald eyes now a dark forest green as he looked at Taylor to give her a sexy wink, then his eyes dropped to her body as he fisted the neckline of her dress in both hands and tore it straight down the middle.
“My dress!” she protested immediately. “That’s the second one you’ve ruined, Jay.”
He kneeled back down and grabbed her tits roughly with his large hands, the pleasure-pain making her gasp. “I’ll buy you the whole damn store, baby. Now shut up and take it like a good girl.” He took a pebbled nipple into his lips in a soft tug, causing her to lose control of her aching cunt, now grinding the swing bench in desperation.
The humid breeze felt like Heaven against her naked body as it mixed with the French kisses that were now making their way up her inner thighs. Taylor arched her body as she leaned back into the breeze, her hands still holding on to the swing ropes and her eyelids dropping as she relished the most amazing moment of her life. In this moment, everything is perfect, everything is beautiful, everything is a dream.
When she felt the delectable warmth radiate from their mouths as they inched closer to her creaming cunt, she opened her eyes to witness the moment she was dying for since she spotted her fine-ass men driving their cousins’ four-wheelers in front of her house. Brody placed a hand on Taylor’s lower back to support her balance as Jay spread her knees farther apart. The moist night breeze tickled her exposed folds, cooling the heat at her opening.
“Ooh.” Jay let out a deep, heavy breath at the sight of her freshly waxed mound then leaned down to drag the firm, stiff tip of his tongue up through her slit, and ending with a lightning-quick suck on her clit. “Mmm, I’m never going to get over how good you taste, Taylor.”
The last thing Taylor expected when Jay put his head between her thighs was for him to lick her in such a taboo place, shrieking louder when she suddenly felt Brody’s tongue lavishing her left nipple.
Brody stood and gently pulled her face toward his as he took her in the most passionate, needy kiss she had ever experienced. He held tightly to the back of her head, moaning loudly and eagerly against her mouth. He tasted so sweet, and she groaned at the arousing mint flavor of his mouth. Everything about them was perfect.
She heard Jay hiss loudly as he pushed two fingers inside her until his knuckles pressed against the opening of her channel. Again, her pussy welcomed him without effort as he glided through its natural, abundant lubricant, and Jay stopped to stare at her face, watching as she lost control in her arousal.
“Holy shit!” she screamed when she released Brody’s kiss with her sudden reaction. She attempted to reach down to press Jay’s fingers deeper into her, but she quickly grabbed the rope back when she realized letting go would cause her to fall back and on the ground.
Brody covered both of her hands with his as they wrapped around the ropes. He leaned in to give a gentle lick to the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, “These stay here. If you let go, you’ll just lose your balance.” The thought of not being able to use her hands only made Taylor writhe more violently with impatience, but she followed his sultry command. The thought of her hands being confined was incredibly frustrating, yet incredibly erotic.
Brody returned to give her mouth another primal tongue-fucking. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but he began to suck on her tongue in coordination with Jay’s fingers as he dipped in the juices of her pussy. Brody tugged her right nipple in a circular-motion, firm but still too gentle for Taylor to grasp the sparkling ball of sensations that hovered just above her reach.
She continued to cry out in pleasure as she rocked her hips to their rhythm, and Brody responded by pinching her nipple harder. “Ohh, yeah.” Taylor squealed at Brody’s touch, and Jay groaned as he dug his fingers deeper, moving them in a come-here motion and hitting a sweet spot Taylor never knew existed.
The intensity of the pleasure seemed too much for Taylor to handle, and she begun to wiggle her body to escape Jay’s fingers. “Wait. It’s too much…” But he just squeezed her right hip tightly with his other hand to keep his fingers inside. She had absolutely no strength in her to fight against his strong grip. He swung the swing in a short motion that allowed Taylor to buck her hips in a smooth, graceful rhythm with his hands. She panted and moaned, imagining ripples of electrical currents cascading her vulnerable body like gigantic waves.
The hottest idea came to her when she turned to watch Brody flick his flexed tongue over her nipple, and then watched as he relaxed it into a soft, wide muscle, swiping slowly over her full breast. “Brody?” Her voice came out in a husky whisper, and Brody looked up. “I want you to taste my pussy while Jay fingers me.”
A shocked look appeared on Brody’s face, and he looked down at a smiling Jay then back at Taylor. His eyes dropped to watch her heaving chest as she breathed heavily, then he looked up to shoot her a sultry, dev
ilish smile.
She watched as Brody knelt down beside her and moved his mouth in to taste her. But instead of licking her like she expected, he cocked his head to the side, and he gently held her swollen clit between his smooth teeth with the perfect amount of pressure, his hazy eyes looking up to meet hers as if he were measuring her reaction. Taylor grasped the ropes of the swing tighter and screamed out as she felt his teeth nibble in coordination with the strong pulses of her engorged clit, soft then hard, soft then hard.
And God help her, she about melted out of the seat of the swing when she then felt the deliciously warm tip of his tongue barely brush back and forth over the captured nub while he continued to lightly squeeze it in his teeth.
“Please, please take me.” The desperation in Taylor’s voice may have been obvious, but all she was concerned about was grabbing a hold of the gratification she was chasing. Her embarrassment would have to wait.
Both men smiled up at her words. Jay continued the steady, short rock of the swing, still holding her in place by the hip, his fingers now digging deeper in her skin as she saw his face flush with arousal from watching her.
