Their Secret: An MMF Secret Baby Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “I haven’t had you on my dick honey, and it’s time to take that ass cherry.”

  I gasped then, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

  “Jason, now?” I panted. “But … but … but I’m so fucked already.”

  And he just rumbled deep in his throat, laughing.

  “That’s right baby girl, and you’re gonna be even more fucked when I’m through,” he ground out. “Now hands and knees, upsy-daisy.”

  And slowly, I obeyed. My limbs were so weak and shivery that I could hardly manage, slowly dragging myself up, my head dropping from my shoulders like a flower too heavy for its stalk. I was so spent, so exhausted, small residual tingles still running through my frame.

  But Jason growled approvingly, gazing at my pussy, because I knew how it looked. Pink, swollen, creamy, and begging for his touch, my slit was open and all his. But instead of fingering it, he got behind me, doggy style, and spit into his hand, lubing up his dick.

  “That’s right baby girl, I’m getting myself wet for you,” he ground out. And then he began lifting my torso, helping me up so that I knelt on my knees facing away from him. “Come on baby girl,” he murmured against my skin, “Come on, sit down on Daddy’s dick.”

  My eyes flew open then, every sense on alert, my body jolted back to life with electricity. Me sit on his dick? He wasn’t gonna push it in slow, breach my pucker with a couple of expert strokes? I was gonna have to impale myself, push myself down on that massive cock? With my ass, no less?

  And he chuckled deeply into my ear, confirming it.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he rumbled. “Not your pussy, honey. I want to see you break your ass cherry on my pole, I want to see that sweet anus take me deep, shove itself onto my shaft.”

  I shook my head furiously, struggling for a moment. My ass? No, I couldn’t! No, it wasn’t possible, wasn’t physically possible.

  “I can’t Daddy,” I gasped, wrenching around to meet his gaze. “I can’t, I’m too tight and you’re so big!”

  But Jason wouldn’t let me go, my small body helpless against his. In fact, I could feel his huge head poking against my dark star already, and my abs immediately tightened, my butt clenching reflexively.

  “Baby girl, you’re gonna be fine,” he ground out into my ear. “Now relax,” he commanded.

  And helpless before him, I tried to do as told. I closed my eyes and let myself breathe for a moment, inhaling deep of the sex smells in the air, the scent of my fragrant cunt wafting. I inhaled again, focusing my mind while letting my body go limp, letting the heat of his big frame seep into me from behind.

  “That’s right,” he growled encouragingly in my ear. “Let go and your ass will take it naturally.”

  And with that, he angled me so that I was just above his cock, my dark star kissing his dick tip. I whined a little, shifting my butt against him, letting his cock brush against my tight pleats, feeling the shiny wetness, how he’d lubed himself up for me.

  “That’s right,” he groaned again into my ear. “Get yourself comfortable.”

  And with a small exhale, a small sigh, I pushed my butt down slightly, taking him about a half inch into my channel.

  “Oh!” I gasped. The invasion was huge, stretching me although I’d barely done anything.

  “That’s right,” he rasped again, holding completely still as my butt adjusted. “Keep going.”

  And taking another deep breath, I humped my ass down again, this time his pole sliding in two or three inches into my musty channel.

  “Oh god,” I squealed. “Oh god!” My tight ring clenched reflexively around him, gripping the massive shaft before relaxing, pulsing again and again as my small hole adjusted.

  Jason groaned deeply then, his chest vibrating against my back as his cock got fucked.

  “Oh fuck, baby,” was all he could manage, rasping deeply in his throat. “Fuck you feel good.”

  And with one last heave, one last push, I slid down him all the way, his balls pressed against my wetly creaming cunt, my ass flush with his pelvic bone. Oh my god, it felt so good, I was so stretched, so tight, so fucked, with a man’s cock deep in my anus, my rectal walls gripping him like they’d never let go.

  “Jason!” I mewled, my head lolling against his shoulder. “Oh god!”

  And the alpha male paused, breathing hard for a moment, his hands wrapped around my waist as we sat, letting our bodies savor one another, the closeness, the deep intimacy.

  “You like that baby girl?” he rasped into my ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  And I whined slightly on top of him, shifting my hips experimentally, making him groan once more.

  “Feels amazing,” I panted, this time rocking my hips up and down a bit. “I love having you in me, your cock is amazing Jase.”

  And with that, the big man took control. He didn’t rip into me right away, after all I was an anal virgin and this was my first time. But the need in him was so strong, so violent, that we couldn’t stay motionless forever. He needed to fuck his dick in me, and with small, rocking strokes, he pushed his hips up, and then down, up and then down.

  I rocked with him at first, rolling my hips, adjusting myself to the sensuous slide in my back channel.

  “Oh!” I panted. “Oh oh oh!”

  Jason growled, his breath beginning to come in pants, his hands gripping my narrow waist as my boobs bumped up and down.

  “That’s right baby girl, you feel so fucking good,” he ground into my ear, the heat from his body almost searing my back now. And I fell forward, bracing my hands on the mattress as the pound of his hips became more insistent, each slide, each push, pulling out further before drilling back in, his member so thick, so long, I thought it might poke out of my throat.

  “Mmm,” I murmured, forcing my backside to relax, letting him take me as he saw fit. “Mmmm.”

  And the big man’s movements grew frenzied then. He needed me, needed my soft, womanly body, needed my swollen folds, my hot, tight asshole and wasn’t holding back now. Each thrust was now accompanied by a roar, pushing deep into my back cavern, pushing me forward on the bed again and again until I gripped the headboard, holding tight with small hands, riding the wave of masculine energy.

  “Umph,” he grunted, “Umph, umph, umph!”

  And with a few more pounds, we both came. My ass flowered, jolts of energy spreading from my butt and cunt throughout my body, making me heave and pant, nips almost exploding at the sensations, body tense and taut as an earthquake shook me. And Jason was no better. I felt his dick jerk once, hard, inside my ass before great spurts of semen sailed up my anal channel, drenching me with his cum, squirting again and again into my GI tract.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned, still gripping the headboard tight, “Oh fuuuuck!”

  And the big man roared again, gripping my hips hard, leaving imprints on the soft flesh as his penis spasmed and spasmed inside me, continuing to spray, letting every sweet drop out, draining itself in my recesses. My butt felt so good, my asshole tight, and I clenched around his cock, milking it, eating everything he had to give.

  It was so good, so hot and nasty, that I thought I might come again, my body might release itself on another tidal wave, go flying into the atmosphere with the pure ecstasy of having this man in my behind. But suddenly, I heard the unmistakable sound of male laughter, a low deep chuckle, from over by the door. And Jason heard it as well, both our heads snapping around quickly, shocked, surprised. Because the room door was wide open and Brent stood there, arms folded over his broad chest, witnessing what had just happened, eyes glinting. I moaned, flushing hotly, but there was nothing I could do. I was literally embedded on Jason’s dick still, his cock deep in my anus, sperm squeezing out wetly.

  So I did the only thing that made sense, my only option.

  “Brent,” I whispered, my voice wavery. “Join us?”

  And the big man just laughed.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Brent

  I wasn’t
surprised to come home and find Katy and Jason fucking like rabbits. Okay, I was surprised to find them having anal sex, after all I’d just taken Katy’s pussy cherry yesterday. But hell, she’s a grown woman with a woman’s ripe, heavenly body, so it was only right that she share it with an alpha.

  Because as much as I hate to admit it, Jason is another alpha male. I did a lot for this boy, giving him a place to live, setting him up with a job, but all that doesn’t detract from the fact that he’s grown up and his own man now. Fuck, he builds shit, is good with his hands, and the big bed in his room isn’t the only thing he’s made. I know for a fact that he’s started on a house in the woods and wouldn’t be surprised if once graduation comes, he announces he’s moving out. It’s fine, that’s what I’d expect of a man of his grain, a man who enjoys independence and self-sufficiency.

  So yeah, I wasn’t too surprised to find them going at it. Jason and Katy are teenagers after all, overrun with hormones, and Katy’s got a ripe female body that every man hungers for, dreaming about those big tits and wet cunt while rubbing one out in the shower. And they’d been so hot for each other, they hadn’t even closed the door. That’s right, wide open for anyone to see. Crazy right? Wouldn’t you shut your bedroom door for a private session? Wouldn’t you lock it, just in case?

  But hell no, these kids were too wet and wild for one another, Katy’s boobies bouncing up and down as Jason stuck it up her backside from behind. And fuck, but it looked good I had to admit, my dick coming to life, hardening, stiffening in my jeans. I couldn’t see everything from where I stood, but I could see that pink snatch dripping wetly, the tell-tale spatters of cum all over the coverlet, and I’d heard her screams, her moans of desire, watched as the curvy female shattered all over the dick in her anus.

  And when Katy asked me to join them, she’d read me right. I wasn’t angry or upset that they’d discovered each other, but that didn’t mean I wanted in on the action … yet.

  So I grinned at them.

  “Naw, I’m good for now,” I drawled. “But once you’re done, why don’t you get dressed and come outside, and we’ll talk about it? I’ll be waiting right out here with an ice cold beer,” I chuckled before shutting the door softly and stepping into the living room. Fuck, it suddenly seemed hot in the trailer and I wrenched open some windows despite the fact that there was a cold snap outside.

  I could hear clothes rustling behind the closed door, some scrambling sounds, but not before Katy let out a couple more “oh’s!” and a couple more breathy “ah’s!” Hey, if I’d been in there with her, I would have done the same, tasted that sweet pussy once more, maybe pinched her clit one last time, sucked a nipple as a goodbye even though there were people waiting.

  Finally though, the two came out. My best girl was shamefaced for sure, looking down at the floor, cheeks red, stumbling a bit as she walked into the common area. But Jason? That freak was all about the conquest. He sauntered out like nothing was wrong, strides long, sure and confident.

  “What’s up?” he drawled lazily like a big lion, striding over to the fridge and peering inside. “Fuck, there’s nothing to eat.”

  I rolled my eyes. Trust a teen boy to complain about lack of food at a moment like this. I mean, I’d just caught him fucking his almost-stepsister, didn’t he have anything to worry about other than his stomach?

  But it was the perfect opening actually. I grabbed my jacket and stood up.

  “Why don’t we grab a bite at the diner?” I rumbled smoothly. “It’s never great to think on an empty stomach, can’t get anything done.”

  Katy looked shocked.

  “But didn’t you want to talk?” she asked uncertainly, biting her lip. “Aren’t you angry … or, I dunno, confused at least?”

  And I smiled lazily at her then.

  “Sure I wanna talk, but there’s no sense in chatting when your stomach acid is churning from lack of food,” I said smoothly. “And this guy here, he’s been going at it hard, he’s got to get some fuel in himself.”

  Jason shot me a dirty look.

  “Fuck you,” he spat. “Fuck you.”

  The epithet rolled off my back and I smiled beatifically.

  “Like I said, no food makes for an asshole,” I drawled again.

  Now Jason looked positively ready to jump me, but I was too fast, my feet were already out the door and into the truck.

  “Meet you in fifteen,” I called, revving the motor before rumbling off. “Moonlight Diner over by Third and Park.”

  And as I glanced in the rearview mirror, sure enough Jason was getting into the car. I knew the call of food was too strong for a guy who’d been having sex, he needed calories stat. And Katy too, was getting into gear. She still looked stricken and unsure of herself, but with trembly steps, she too hoisted herself into the truck cab, plopping uncertainly in her seat.

  And I just chuckled to myself. I’ve been an alpha male for decades and seen a lot of people, been in a lot of weird scenarios. Sure, this was a stranger one, but you know what? I was looking forward to our chat. Because Brent Larson isn’t someone who loses … he only wins.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Katy

  The Moonlight Diner is a greasy spoon over on the edge of town known for its generous portions and late-night crowd. So at five in the afternoon, the place was deserted, one bored waitress standing by the counter reading the paper, smacking her gum.

  She barely looked up when I walked in, but when she saw the two huge alpha males behind me, her demeanor switched from night to day, the middle-aged woman was all smiles, swaying hips and suggestive glances.

  “How many?” she purred, her hand stroking the plastic menus sensuously. Gross, those menus were greasy and dirty, and yet she was making like it was a sexy rub.

  “Three,” returned Brent smoothly, an eyebrow arched with humor. He was used to getting special treatment, women melting into tiny puddles in his vicinity, swooning with lust.

  And this chick was no different.

  “Oh of course,” she gushed, grabbing the menus and seating us by the window. “I’m Tammy, your server today. And you are?”

  I stared at Brent and Jason, amazed. Since when did waitresses ask the names of their customers? But Brent just rolled with it, ignoring her question. “I’m looking for some hot coffee while we wait, thanks so much. You two?” he quirked an eyebrow at us.

  And Jason was right on the ball.

  “Coke,” he said.

  Stunned in a small voice, I added, “Diet Coke for me, please.”

  But that was the wrong thing to say because both Jason and Brent frowned at me immediately.

  “Why are you drinking a Diet Coke?” Brent growled. “Honey, diet’s no good.”

  And Jason, despite his palpable animosity towards Brent, nodded, brows drawn.

  “Katy, that diet shit’s all fake sugar, and besides, you don’t need to lose weight, you’re perfect the way you are.”

  I colored, the waitress still looking at us expectantly, eyebrows raised. I just wanted her to go away as fast as possible so I mumbled, “Coke then, thanks,” and the woman snapped her pad shut.

  “I’ll be right back with your drinks!” she trilled with a wink and a nod. And was my mind playing tricks, or did her walk have an extra swing, an extra bounce knowing that these handsome men were in her diner?

  But I sighed, relieved to see the back of her striped uniform. At least we had some privacy now, at least we could talk without nosy ears overhearing.

  But the alphas weren’t done yet.

  “Honey, you’re gorgeous,” rumbled Brent, his deep blue gaze meaningful, filled with concern. “None of that diet shit, ever again. If anything, you need to gain weight, you’re too thin.”

  And Jason nodded, agreeing.

  “Hell yeah,” he rumbled. “Put on an extra twenty and baby, you’d be Miss America.”

  I colored.

  “I don’t think Miss America looks like me,” I said wryly. “I mean, look,” I sai
d, gesturing to my body. Most of me was hidden because we were seated, but my generous breasts stuck out, almost resting on the plastic table. “Any more weight would be sheer craziness, I wouldn’t be able to squeeze into this booth.”

  But both men shook their heads, disagreeing vehemently.

  “Honey, there’s not enough of you,” growled Jason.

  “Nowhere near enough,” chimed Brent, “I’d like to see you much bigger, there’d be more to kiss, more to touch, more everything,” he rumbled, making me gasp and look around. Oh god, where was the waitress? Could she hear us? But fortunately, the middle-aged woman was nowhere in sight, probably in back grabbing our drinks.

  And Brent shrugged, unconcerned.

  “Since we’re talking about Katy, we might as well get to it,” he rumbled. “Because there’s something both of us want and she’s sitting right here in the booth,” he said meaningfully, eyeing Jason.

  Jason looked right back at him, meeting his stare without uttering a word, jaw tight, eyes beginning to spark, and I flushed furiously. Oh my god, this was definitely taking on the feel of a two males sparring for a female, staring each other down before engaging in battle, locking horns and goring one another before going in for the kill. Holy shit, was this really happening?

  But something switched in Jason then, and he relaxed, sitting back, his big form casual.

  “That’s right,” he drawled, one arm slung across the back of the booth behind me in a possessive manner. “We’re here to talk about Katy, my favorite subject.”

  And I blushed once more because it was getting downright embarrassing. I couldn’t just let them talk about me like I was a piece of property.

  “Listen, before this gets too far, can I remind you two that I’m right here? There’s no need to chat like I can’t hear,” I scolded. “We’ve been through a lot in the last two days, and I was very much a part of it both times, so I’d appreciate it if you could address your comments to me and not each other.”