by Selena Kitt
He leaned in, his height and power bending me back, his physical dominance making me ache deep in my belly. I tasted his breath as I opened my mouth, ready to be kissed.
His lips brushed mine, but only in passing. He latched instead onto the side of my throat and sucked at my skin. He bent me right back until I hung like boiled pasta in his arms, and I hummed out a long note of desire.
My moan was quickly followed by a squeal of fright as Ben loosed me from his grip. Without me realizing it, Harley had moved in behind and he caught me before I hit the floor. He laid me gently down, and then his face appeared above mine, upside down, so close I could see the brave attempts at stubble that were creeping out on his chin. He lowered his mouth to mine with such tenderness it was almost like kissing a girl.
Ben, on the other hand, had swept straight down my body. I felt his hands on my knees and his breath twisting through my bush.
One thing I’ve noticed about older guys is how they kinda do foreplay to the foreplay. They’ve been fucking for ten, twenty years by the time I get them, and they’ve been educated. Tamed, even. They’ll take ten minutes before they even put their mouth on you. I like a sweet slow fuck as much as the next girl, but sometimes-
Oh, Christ…
Ben’s tongue slipped straight into my pussy, just as Harley’s ventured into my mouth. I hauled in an enormous breath of surprised pleasure, stealing the air from Harley’s lungs. I threw one hand around his neck, speared the other into Ben’s short hair, and just pulled, drew them as close to me as I could.
If Ben had heard of the clitoris, it seemed he hadn’t stopped to wonder where it might be, but it didn‘t really matter. I was getting the best of both worlds anyway. His rampant hunger was more way more exciting than studied accuracy, while Harley’s gentle suckling at my tongue made me feel warm all over.
I freed my mouth for a second. “Ohhh…where you boys been all my life?”
“Grade school,” Ben quipped before he sank his tongue straight back into me.
I pulled on Ben’s hair, drew him up and away from my pussy. He’d done just about all he could down there, anyway. Maybe I’ll draw him a map or something.
I pushed him back and he landed on his butt, his lovely cock daring me to touch it. I fell forward and curled my ass into the air, letting Harley know that if he wanted it, the front door was wide open.
I rolled my mouth around the shiny head of Ben’s cock, and he sucked in an enormous breath. He blew it out again, really slowly, as I slid his length deep inside me.
“Ohhh…Nicole…you always were my favourite aunt.”
I giggled as if their youth was contagious, and sighed as I felt Harley’s hands on my hips and his breath wash across my gaping pussy. Then I squealed as his tongue pressed straight up against my asshole and began squirming. I tried to spread myself wider as the young man worked some kind of magic on me.
I licked Ben’s shaft like it was covered in salt. I sucked the head like it was a piece of lime. All I needed now was a tequila in the middle, though it couldn’t be better than the licker I already had.
Harley’s tongue circled my ass once more, and then the wet heat of it began to slide up my spine. The hard ripples of his body felt like a massage as he swept over me, finishing with his cock digging at my thigh and his mouth resting at my ear.
Ben was arching with pleasure, his face hidden from us. With my lips still around his cock I looked at Harley, who was desperate with hope. I slipped off the fat end of Ben and hummed to him.
“Ben, I think Harley has something he needs to tell you.”
“Huh? Ohhh…fuuuuck…”
“Hmm…guess he can’t talk right now.”
“Oh, fuck! Oh, Nicole…that’s…that’s…”
“That’s not me.”
Ben’s eyes shot open and he stared down. He froze with shock when he saw Harley’s mouth around him. “Huh? No…what are you…oh, fuuuuuck…”
I wriggled out from under Harley’s weight and watched the action for a moment. I never realized that two guys together could be so hot.
When Harley spoke it was more of a plea, separated by heavy breaths and deep hums.
“God, Ben…I’ve wanted to do this…almost since…I first met you.”
Harley looked like he’d finally come home. Ben looked like he was trying hard to hate what was happening, but it wasn’t working. His wide-open eyes shot from Harley’s face to mine, maybe searching for condemnation that he’d never find.
Then Ben brought his arm up, his hand half-curled like he thought he should be punching. I tensed, but there was no need. He slowly reached down, placed his hand on Harley’s head and started grunting.
“Shit, man…that’s so…ohhh…”
Harley’s moans of desire were muffled by cock, but it was the juicy slurping sounds that were doing it for me. I plunged a couple fingers into my cunt and began driving myself home.
Ben was shaking his head and muttering. “I’ve never…man, I didn’t know…”
I felt my climax calling when I suddenly stopped. In a room made cozy by young stallions I was still riding the digital pony? It was about fucking time I had me some cock.
I rested my hand on Harley’s shoulder, tried to get his attention. No dice. I tried tapping him. Nada. I grabbed his hair and squeezed, pulling him until he finally let his prize slip from his mouth.
“May I?” I asked him sweetly as he puffed in pain.
“Holy crap,” Ben whispered. “That was…awesome, Harley…”
I hated to interrupt, but I needed a man inside me. I clambered over Ben, my hips straddling his. I was plenty warm, and about half-past ready, so I slotted the fat head of him into place and sank like a weighted sack.
The world froze for a moment. I thudded onto his hard hips and felt every part of me stiffen.
I held Ben still inside me while I melted around him. Then I leaned forward and started pumping my hips. I still wasn’t quite ready for him, and it kinda burned inside like paprika.
I glanced around to find Harley, surprised that he’d gone to sit on his bed. He was hunched over like he was trying to disappear.
“Oh, honey…we’re being rude again.” I held out my hand and he came and stood beside us.
Harley’s cock was smooth and hot, and it slipped easily into my mouth. Just like when he kissed me, he was gentle, almost fearful. Maybe he thought I was as fragile as the other girls he’d been with. I slid him all the way to the back of my throat, just to show him how we senior citizens do it.
I curled a hand around the root of Harley’s shaft and rested the other on Ben’s strong chest. I ground my hips against Ben’s and rode the stinging waves of pleasure that he brought me. His bones seemed to know where my clit was, which suited me fine.
I began to take long, slow pulls on Harley’s rod, then punctuating it with dirty talk.
“So Harley, what was it like to finally taste Ben’s cock?”
“Ohhh…”
“Hey Ben…how’d it feel to have a man suck you off?”
“Ahhh…”
“And Harley… stop using me as a mouthpiece.”
“Huh? But…you called me over…you started sucking—”
“That’s not what I mean.” God, it was hard to carry on a conversation with Ben driving deep inside me. “Okay. Here’s what we’ll do.”
I slipped regretfully off Ben’s cock and rolled over onto my back. I pulled out my voice of authority from back when I was running our kitchen. “Harley, front and centre.”
The young man knelt between my spread thighs, started nudging forward.
“Uh-uh. Growing boy like you needs to eat more. Head down and tail up, boy.”
Finally the lights seemed to go on in his head. “Oh. Right…”
Harley dropped his sweet mouth straight down onto my pussy, still slick with juice from the ramming Ben had given me. All those articles he’d read seemed to have done him some good, though. In seconds he had my clit squeezed
between his teeth.
Ben laid back and lightly stroked himself as he watched Harley work me. I pointed to him.
“You there, soldier. Fall in behind!”
“There’s no room, you’re almost against the wall.”
“Not me.” I nodded at Harley.
“Huh? Oh…but, I’ve never…I mean, Harley won’t…uh…”
I tapped Harley’s shoulder. “Come on, honey. You say nothing and you’ll always regret it.”
Resting his head on the cushion of my bush, Harley muttered something neither Ben nor I could hear.
“What’s that, Softly?”
A deep breath in, a long breath out. “Ben…I want you to fuck me.”
“Uh…I don’t know. That’s a whole lot different. I mean, before, I was just…laying there…”
“Please, man? I just wanna know what it’s like. Just once, once, I wanna make you feel good, and to feel that close to you. Man, I got no-one else.”
Slowly, Ben’s doubt seemed to evaporate. He crawled over until he was kneeling behind Harley’s upturned hips. He grabbed his cock, still slick with my juice and nudged it into the mouth of Harley’s ass, pressing forward slowly.
Harley let loose a sigh rich with age straight into my gaping gash. He quickly followed it with his tongue, and I felt a new buzz roll through me. I got to watch and participate at the same time.
I almost came as I watched Ben’s power in action. He gripped Harley’s hips so tightly I thought he might break bone, and he began to pump harder and harder. The power of his wide shoulders, the rippled wall of his abs, the tight diagonal lines that led from his hips to his groin—from where I was laying that was all I could see, but it was plenty good.
Harley had a mouthful of pussy and a face full of ecstasy. He grimaced with every powerful thrust of Ben’s hips, the pumping action knocking grunt after grunt straight out of his lungs and into my crotch. I felt a climax swelling inside me, and it grew as I pictured myself in Harley’s place, with a strong young man’s hips thudding wetly into mine.
Ben’s strength pushed Harley further up my belly, so I curled my fingers down to take the place of his tongue. As I rolled myself into what could best be described as a neat orgasm Ben groaned, and began to sob with pleasure. He pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, pumped himself as his fluid shot out all over Harley’s back, even down onto my belly. He leaned heavily on his friend’s hips, and then rolled down onto the floor.
“Fuck.”
I tried to look happy. I’d come, after all, but in the end I’d had to finish myself. Again. Two hot, young men and me still high and dry. Well, not dry, but still…
My disappointment must have radiated off me like heat. Harley looked up at me. “Ma’am?”
“Please, Harley. Call me Nicole.”
“Was that, uh…good for you?” Whichever way Harley decided to go, I could tell he’d make some man or woman—or both—really happy.
“It was…nice.”
Slowly he began to slide his body up between my spread thighs.
“Ma’am…Nicole…if I may say, you deserve a helluva lot better than just ‘nice’.”
His cock bumped against the wall of fingers at the mouth of my pussy.
“If I may…?”
I slid my fingers away and smiled at him. “You’re beautiful, Harley.”
“Fuck…I wanted to-”
I turned quickly to Ben, eager to calm him. “Oh, Benny. You’ll have plenty of other chances. If you want them.”
“Really? You…uh…you liked it?”
“Loved it.”
He actually blushed as he smiled. “Well, I don’t know if I wanna watch this. Think I’ll get a shower.”
He headed out and I swore I felt Harley relax on top of me.
“You know, Harley, you don’t have to do this. Ben’s gone, you don’t need to impress him.”
“I’m doin’ this for you, Nicole. And for me.”
He nudged forward, like he still thought he could somehow hurt me. He rocked slowly and persistently, gliding in and back, and it was nice…really nice. No roughness, no domination…just slow and sensual. Which was a little too much like being with a man my own age.
I rolled him over and took control. He held my hips as I ground into him. With no belly fat he was all hardness, inside me and against me, and his strength gave me a solid platform.
Then, from nowhere, I felt Ben’s breath on my neck.
“Thought you were having a shower.”
“I didn‘t want to miss the big moment.”
His big hands curled around and cupped my boobs, then swooped down to rub at my bush.
“There!” I yelled. “You found it!”
Seemingly too scared to move, Ben pressed his finger in against my clit and in seconds I was gone, washed away on a tide of pleasure. Waves of heat gushed from Harley’s cock deep inside me, and we each called out to the universe in the ancient wordless language of lust.
I fell onto Harley’s chest, sliding across the sheen of our mingled sweat. Ben’s hands stroked all over my back and ass, and I didn’t think I ever wanted to move.
I almost fell asleep there when Harley began to wriggle beneath me. “Ma’am…Nicole…I’ve lost my circulation.”
“Aww…I’ll buy you a new one. Just let me lay here.”
Ben swooped his hands under my arms and lifted me like I was a grocery bag. “You heard the man. Let’s go.”
I hung limply, tried to think heavy, but it was no good. Ben was too strong. He dumped me lightly on his bed and sat beside me. Harley looked across at us and nodded.
“Y’know, you two look pretty good together.”
Ben smiled and kissed my cheek. “I always knew Uncle Kurt was wrong for you. You deserve so much better, Aunt Nicole.”
I play-slapped his cheek. “I just had me a whole hunk of better. And if you can’t call me just Nicole by now…”
“Sorry. It’s just, y’know, ten years takes a while to undo.” He looked across to Harley. “Uh, but what about us, man?”
Harley frowned lightly. “I dunno. I meant it, you two look nice together. Happy. And it felt real good to have you inside me, but…I know that’s not you, that whole scene…hell, I don’t even know if it’s me.”
Ben was visibly relieved. “You’re right, I never woulda done it if it wasn’t you, buddy. Not really my thing, but I guess at least I know that for sure now.”
I went and knelt next to Harley, pushed his hair back from his forehead like I was checking for a fever. “You gonna be okay, honey?”
He nodded and gave me a warm smile. “I think maybe you answered some of my questions, and made me realize I got so many more to ask.”
“Y’know, honey, I’m 36 and I‘m still asking. That’s never gonna stop. Every day of your life is like a room with a hundred doors, and every door leads to another room just like it. You can open every door but you can only pass through one. And you can’t go back.”
He swallowed before he could speak. “I’ve just spent so much time thinking something was busted inside me. My folks, my friends, no-one got me. But you guys…you both just take me for who I am.”
I placed my hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You’re a sweet and beautiful young man, Harley, and pretty soon someone special is gonna realize that. But honey…you gotta realize it first.”
As he blinked away tears he looked younger than ever. I scooped him into a hug that was almost maternal. He swayed against me for a minute or two and then sat back, and I ruffled his hair.
“Oh, and don’t be afraid to get a bit nasty, sometimes. We girls may be small and soft, but we bounce.”
Ben wrapped his body around mine. “And in all the right places, too.”
I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. “Baby, you’re wonderful. Any time you’re in this part of town, come and…see me.”
“I’m thinking maybe I’ll move to this part of town.”
“I know someone who’
s struggling to pay her rent.”
He smiled and scooped me into a long and sensual kiss.
“Eww…gross! Get a room, you two!”
We separated with a chuckle, and I winked at Harley. “Hey…he started it!”
About Willsin Rowe
Willsin Rowe falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by both he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over. He has done even more things only once. He has half-done more things than he cares to admit. He visited Europe with the aching need to see Scotland, and succumbed to the clichés when he fell in love with Paris instead. He doesn’t yet know if he can ski, speak Italian or keep calm in a life-threatening situation, but he has his suspicions.
He plays bass in a swampy blues band. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. Since he became a parent the crises of employment have paled. He commutes to and from work on a motorbike. When he rides he is a lone wolf, a hunter. He is primeval, and for twenty minutes at a time, he is in control of his destiny.
He loves the complications of English and the naturistic charm that results. He fears that streamlining it allows function to usurp form. Nature is beautiful without adherence to symmetry or consistency. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is polite but inappropriate. He is passionate but fearful. He is honest but reticent. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
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