by Jess Bentley
“Are you okay?” I venture to ask.
He breathes for a long time, periodically shaking his head as though holding a conversation with himself.
“I’m fine,” he finally says.
But now that I have seen a chink in his armor, I’m really curious. I can’t just let it go.
“You don’t seem fine, Sully. What’s on your mind? You want to see Sophia? She’s out there heading for the ocean. First time! Why don’t we go down there and see what she’s up to. That’ll help you feel better.”
“Nope,” he says with an air of finality.
“What? Are you serious? Why not?”
“I’ll see her later, okay? We’re going to be here all weekend. I’ll get to hang out with her.”
“Just take a look, man. I mean…” I get up and walk back to the window to make sure they’re still both out there. “Oh, hey, Bunny has her in the shade of the old gazebo! Remember that? Grandpa used to always want to play dominoes. I wonder if Bunny knows how to play dominoes?”
“Okay, quit it!” he snarls, standing up. He’s so large, he practically pushes the air out of the room.
“Quit what? Dominoes? What is your problem, man?”
He begins to pace back and forth, making little figurines jump on the mantelpiece. Tiny shells that we collected bang together.
“It’s just… don’t try to throw us together, okay? Don’t try to engineer more alone time. Don’t try to manage my feelings. Can you do that for me, Trey?”
“Your feelings? What are you talking about, Sully?”
He paces back and forth a few more times, then turns to me with his hands out.
“It’s not going to work, okay? I know she seems different. But she’s not different. No woman could do what we need a woman to do. And it’s sort of cruel to ask, don’t you think? It’s cruel to ask it of her, and it’s cruel to ask it of us.”
He resumes pacing while I stand here, dumbfounded. I wish I had something perfect to say to him. He seems to be the farthest one away, but maybe, out of all of us, he’s the one closest to falling for her.
“She asked us to give her a chance.”
“I don’t want to give her a chance,” he growls.
“Well, I do,” I answer, surprising myself. But, actually, I really do. “I know it sounds crazy, and I know we have a lot to risk, there’s just… I want to. I think it’s worth the chance.”
He shakes his head stubbornly, closing his eyes.
“Come over here and look out the window, Sully,” I tell him in a soft voice. “Come on. Look.”
It takes forever, but he finally shuffles over to the window. I watch his profile as his eyes scan the water line, then find Bunny and Sophia in the gazebo. He takes a deep, shuddering breath that echoes in his chest.
“Don’t be afraid to be happy with what you want,” I suggest.
“Fuck you, Trey,” he groans.
But I can see him mellow. I see him soften. Maybe that’s the problem: being soft is very hard when you’re made out of rock.
Chapter 13
Royce
The fire crackles, blazing out to the side when the wind hits it like some kind of banner. Looks like we’ve gone through about a case of wine, and now a few staff dart around, clearing the plates from a truly delicious meal.
Though I wasn’t sure at first that I wanted to come out here, this has been a really nice day. We haven’t had a lot of time to unwind together recently. The weather has been perfect, and we’ve been exploring old pastimes like actual books and simple conversations.
I think I even saw Brock and Trey playing Frisbee on the beach today. I hope Spencer got a picture of that.
Bunny sits across the table from me, cradling Sophia in her lap. Bunny drinks her wine, smiling and chatting as she rocks unconsciously back and forth. The way that she handles Sophia, it is like she’s her own daughter. Completely natural, utterly charming. Sophia stares up into Bunny’s face, blinking slowly, gradually putting herself to sleep.
Sully and Trey start joking with each other, and Bunny glances down. A slow smile creeps across her face, and she gently raises her hand to cup Sophia’s cheek as she falls, finally, to sleep.
“Shhhhhhhhh,” Bunny hisses, grinning. “Quiet! The little princess is finally asleep.”
Sully and Trey fall obediently silent, then start pantomiming trying to beat each other up. Honestly, it’s like everybody reverted back to teenage years here.
Carefully Bunny stands, then tips forward to lean Sophia toward us.
“Say good night to your daddies, Sophia,” Bunny stage whispers.
“Good night! Good night!”
Cradling her gently, Bunny leaves the patio to put Sophia to bed. Everyone turns around and stares at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask.
“I think you know what,” Sully smirks.
Spencer gives me an expectant look. Brock and Trey both hold their hands out like they’re waiting for something.
“This isn’t up to me, Sully. You’re the one who told Spencer to offer her a nanny-only contract, aren’t you?”
Everybody turns toward Sully, glaring at him accusingly.
“I suppose so,” he admits uncomfortably. “But you’re still in charge, Royce, right? Isn’t that what you’re always telling us?”
I cross my arms over my chest. This feels good. This is like beating Sully at handball or something. Like that kind of good.
“So… should we vote?” I suggest.
Spencer drags out his cell phone then flinches and places it facedown when Sully kicks him under the table.
“What… I just thought maybe I should take notes or something.”
I think for a second, trying to figure out exactly what I want to say. But I know that Bunny won’t be gone for very long, so it’s gotta be quick.
“All right,” I finally announce, leaning toward the table. “The issue to vote on is: do you want to bring Bunny into our lives as our sole object of affection, the approved female vessel of all our spunk, the woman we plan on boning until she won’t let us bone her anymore, all in good faith, and for as long as possible? Please answer yes or no.”
“Boning?” Spencer raises an eyebrow.
“That’s not a yes or no,” Brock reminds him.
“I’m going to say yes,” Sully begins.
“Really?” Spencer asks.
Sully shrugs. “What. I just had to think about it. I thought about it. My answer is yes.”
“Well, my answer is yes,” Spencer nods.
“Yes,” Brock and Trey answer together.
“My answer is also yes. Spencer? Can you prepare the papers?”
“Well, aren’t you forgetting a step?” comes a voice from behind us. We all twist around to see Bunny, illuminated from behind by the light in the great room. The wind whips her short skirt around her thighs as she grins at us.
“Don’t you want to sign the papers first?” Spencer suggests.
“No… I want all of you first,” she announces. “That’s the deal, right? All of you?”
I swallow hard. “That’s the deal. That’s what we agreed to.”
She licks her lips, looking at each of us in turn. With the backlighting glare, she looks like a goddess.
“Explain to me how you want this to work,” she says in a breathy voice.
“You have to take each of us. All of us, today. One right after another.”
She narrows her eyes. “All of you? That’s a lot of cock, you know.”
Sully opens his mouth and she holds up a hand to silence him.
“I mean, that’s a lot of cock! Let’s do this!”
She strides to the middle of the patio, holding out a hand for Spencer. He holds her as she climbs the chair up into the middle of the table. With a gleaming smile, she undoes the tie of her dress from her waist, letting the wind catch it and rip it open. Underneath, she’s wearing glittering black bodysuit, some unusual lace with a brilliant floral pattern. Slow
ly she walks along the table, undulating, mesmerizing my brothers who stare up at her with unabashed awe.
“Now, who’s first,” she muses, toying with us in that sultry purr. “I’m tempted to go with the youngest first… But then…”
She pivots on her heel, flexing her pretty little ankle. Spencer takes a breath.
“You,” she smiles. “I haven’t even had a taste of you, Spencer. Will you go first?”
Spencer stands, watching her carefully. His hands drift up to unbutton his shirt but he never takes his eyes off her. When he unbuckles his pants, I hear Bunny suck in her breath. His cock bobs and sways in the wind, erect and demanding.
“Not what I was expecting!” she murmurs. “Spencer! I’m so excited to have that!”
She holds out a hand again and he helps her down, stroking her arm as she draws close to him. She tips her face up toward him and grasps his cock in her fingers to begin stroking him. His moans fill the air as we all watch, fascinated.
With another glance toward me to ensure we are all on the same page, Spencer leads her to the armchair. He turns it around so the back faces us.
“Can you lean just there for me?”
Bunny raises her eyebrows and slips her dress off her shoulders. She turns around and spreads her ankles, then leans on the back of the chair, displaying that beautiful ass toward us.
“Like this?”
We are all nodding. It’s perfect. The firelight dances across that amazing lace piece as Spencer approaches her. With one swift gesture, he unties the sides of the panties and they fall to the patio stone.
Bunny gasps as her nether regions are exposed to all of us. I can barely breathe, watching this. I see Brock and Trey shift in their seats, nudging their obvious hard-ons out of the way.
She hears our reactions and sways subtly, probably aware how the firelight glitters off that stripe of glistening juice from her snatch. I can’t take my eyes off it.
“You’re so wet already,” Spencer mutters, drawing closer.
“Yeah, talk to me, Spencer. Tell me. I love to hear the words.”
“We are all going to fuck you, Bunny. I hope you’re ready for us. I hope you can take it.”
“I’m so wet. I’m so ready!”
“Are you?” he asks her, before falling to his knees behind her. He opens her ass cheeks with his thumbs and plunges his face forward, moaning as he licks her from clit to asshole. She flexes up on her toes and squeals. Every time he does it, she pushes back a little further, until she’s riding his face, those sweet ass cheeks jiggling up and down.
“Jesus, Spencer… save some for the rest of us,” Brock mutters.
But he doesn’t wait; he keeps sucking on her pussy until she starts to tremble, and I realize we are watching her come. Her legs quake as she shudders, groaning into the chair cushion.
When she is spent, Spencer stands up behind her. He places a hand flat against the small of her back and fists his cock, then aims in at her dark hole, circling the entrance a few times.
“Ohhhhhhh my God,” she moans.
With his hand on her back, Spencer shoves just the tip inside of her, then stops. He arches his back and looks up at the stars, pausing. I can see her pussy clenching around his cock head and feel my own cock clenching.
I catch Trey and Brock and they are both looking at me expectantly, probably trying to get their turns next. I just ignore them. It is lady’s choice after all.
When he can’t stand it anymore, Spencer begins to slide the rest of his length in her sweet little pussy. Inch by inch, he buries himself in her. She opens her legs wider and claws at the cushion, moaning like an animal.
“Yes! More! Give it to me!”
On command, Spencer shoves his dick the rest of the way in. He even stands on his toes for good measure, to make sure he’s gotten every last inch. Then he draws out, slick as a glazed doughnut from the wetness inside her. It makes my mouth water.
Holding her waist from behind with both hands, he starts pistoning, shoving his big dick all the way in and dragging it all the way back out again. Over and over he goes, until finally he lurches, jamming himself all the way up to the hilt, holding there while his ass cheeks bang together. He falls on top of her, panting, then retracts. I can see his knees are wobbling and his ab muscles spasm as he looks at all of us with a giant grin on his face.
“Who’s next?”
“Brock is next,” Bunny says, smiling over her shoulder. She wiggles her ass at me, as it drips Spencer’s cock juice from the core. It’s totally hot, the way her hole has started to gape. I can’t wait to see her after she’s had all five of us.
Brock stands, grinning like a fool. He steps out of his linen track pants as he walks over to her, his cock in his fist. Before he plants it in her pussy, he slaps it against her asshole.
“Do you like that? For future reference?” he asks her.
“Just stick to the basics!” I yell out. “We’re trying to forge an agreement here!”
Rolling his eyes, he nods his understanding.
“I’ve never done it,” she shrugs. “For future reference. I hear it’s amazing.”
“Oh, you’re gonna love it,” he groans, fitting his dick into her. She’s already slippery, but still so tight, I can tell.
“Yeah, squeeze those pussy lips for me, Bunny,” he moans as he pumps her.
“She could do that?” Trey asks incredulously, of no one in particular.
Brock goes to town, banging against her ass while he’s fucking her pussy, and I know he’s thinking about it. It’s not my thing, but for a second I’m jealous because I know he’s going to be ass-fucking her as soon as possible.
After he comes, Trey is already out of his seat. They high-five like idiots before Trey takes position behind her. He flickers his fingers across her clit, making her arch her back.
“You feel okay, baby? Are you good?”
“I’ve been waiting for this, Trey,” she moans, pushing against his fingers. “Fuck me while you work my clit, baby.”
He reaches around to the front of her and pins her clit between two fingers while he enters her from behind. His hips work with the rolling motion, jamming against her G spot while he squeezes her clit over and over again. She begins to shudder and moan and comes almost immediately, squirting come out around Trey’s cock as he fucks her. He keeps going, harder and harder, slapping against her ass until he unloads all his junk into her, right through that pretty pussy.
“Jesus, oh my God!” he pants, spent. “Oh my God! That was amazing!”
Sully stands huge behind her, squinting at her.
“You sure you’re okay?”
She pushes her hair back from her sweaty forehead and twists around to look at him, her eyes growing wide when she sees his cock again.
“I can’t wait,” she growls. “Put that big bear cock inside me!”
“Fuck, yeah,” Sully barks. He takes one step and wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her off her feet. With her ass in the air, he spreads her thighs all the way, aiming his huge dick at that tiny hole. It looks like it won’t fit, it’s so purple and veiny, but then it does. Just a little bit at a time, it does.
“Uhhhnnnnnnhhhhhh!” she calls out.
He holds both of her legs apart with his hands, and starts fucking her like a goddamn gladiator. It doesn’t even look real, what he’s doing to her. It barely seems possible that this small, petite woman is taking that ridiculous donkey dong.
But she is, and she’s loving it.
He leaves her shuddering and sweaty, practically spent. But after a few deep breaths, she’s looking right at me.
“Your turn, Royce, baby. Don’t let me down.”
Her hole is dark purple, winking at me. I feel like I could see into her, since Sully stretched her out a little bit. But then, she flexes something inside her, puckering it like a kiss. She’s back to completely tight, totally ready for me.
“Holy shit,” Brock gasps. “Did you see that? Trey?
Did you see that?”
“I fucking saw it,” Trey whispers. “Now shut the fuck up.”
I saw it too. I saw the way she went from loose to tight all over again. Now that pink pussy is begging for me. It’s all slick, streaked with white come, probably battered and sore.
Ripe, like a peach.
And she is tight all over again. So smooth, so warm. I rub my thumb over that puckered anus, just to feel the fringe of the ridges against my thumb. She pushes back against me. I know she would let me. I know now that she really is giving herself to us. And I know she’s more than enough woman to take us all.
Any remaining doubt I had dissolves away as she sheathes my cock with her hot pussy. I could feel the ridges inside of her grasping at me, pulling me in further. It takes my breath away and I hate to leave her, but when I plunge back inside it is such a relief. I want her all around me, I want to suck all the juices out of her. My dick sloshes around with my brothers’ combined come, making a dirty mess of her pretty thighs, but I can’t stop. I just fuck this pretty hole, this beautiful woman, burying my hard cock inside her until she sucks the spunk right out of me with her pussy lips. She sucks me dry. I come again and again, blinded by fireworks, spasming until I shoot every last ounce into her.
Panting and sweaty, I fall on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, inhaling her scent and I hear it: a deep, throaty chuckle. A satisfied, body-deep pleasure.
“Okay, Bunny, you got it,” I moan helplessly against her. “The job, our cocks, everything we have. Name it. You could have all of it.”
Chapter 14
Bunny
Sophia looks adorable in her little blue dress as I walk down the street, pushing her in her stroller. Everybody stops and smiles at her, waving and cooing. Babies bring out the best in people, I think. She makes people drop their serious attitudes and stop attempting to be so stern. She brings out a smile in everybody, and a little bit of silliness too. Nobody is afraid to make silly faces to a baby.
