by Jenny Penn
It was at that very second that the hand cupping her now naked mound struck as well. Angie had been so absorbed with his delectable nibbling, she’d lost track of what else Mike was doing. He’d stripped her naked and now plundered the creamy depths of her cunt with the same savage intensity that he used to ravaged her breasts with.
His other hand came to capture her other nipple, even as he pinned the swollen bud of her clit beneath the fat, callused tip of his thumb. That quickly, the world spun away from her, narrowing down to the three beaconing points of pleasure vibrating through her body. Mike rolled her tits along with her clit in a rhythm that wound through Angie until she felt like a string rolled too tight and ready to snap.
Mike sent her sailing as he abandoned her clit to fuck his fingers hard and deep into her, making Angie cry out and arch with the rapture that pounded through her. She was barely aware of Mike raring to watch as she came undone before him, but Angie knew the exact instant he slid down the bed to bury his face between her legs and allowed his tongue to replace his fingers because that was the instant her climax bloomed into a whole new tier of pleasure.
He sucked and fucked and pumped, tickling the sensitive walls of her sheath with the heavy stroke of his tongue and making Angie come all the harder. Still, he didn’t stop. Without any mercy or any hint of stopping, he devoured her pussy until her head was thrashing across the pillow, her hair whipping in all directions as she twisted in the strong hold of the hands gripping her hips.
It wasn’t until she sank her nails into Mike’s own silken strands and balled her fingers into fists, pulling his hair damn near out as she tried to free herself, that he finally paused long enough for her to catch a breath. That was about all she caught before the smooth, heated, engorged head of Mike’s cock slid between the plump and swollen lips of her pussy to lodge against the clenched opening of her weeping cunt.
Then he was forging inward, stretching her with his thick, hard length and making Angie mew with the delight that shot out of her pelvis in a sparkling shower that drowned her in an excitement, which only escalated as Mike’s hips begun to flex. He went slow and steady at first, allowing her to savor the feel of the cock stretching her fantastically wide. The sensitive walls of her sheath spasmed with the pleasure.
Those ripples rolled outward, causing Angie’s tired muscles to contract once again as she felt twisted into a knot of tense anticipation. Mike was fucking her too slowly, but she didn’t have the ability to form the words to demand more. Instead, she let her body do the talking for her. Tightening her cunt down around his dick, Angie used muscles she’d never before worked so hard as she pumped his cock with a series of rapid pulses that had Mike snarling.
His gaze cut from where it been locked on the sight of his dick pillaging her pussy to meet Angie’s gaze, and for a moment, she could see the truth. Mike was mesmerized. He was in love with her. She could almost sense the words ready to fall from his lips, but what came instead was a growl.
That feral sound heralded a shift in Mike’s demeanor as he came down over Angie, capturing her wrists in her hand and pinning them to the bed as he began to pound into her, fast and hard and completely out of control. The wild rhythm sent one release slamming through her after another until she was caught completely within the euphoric bliss that lulled her right into the sweet abyss of oblivion.
* * * *
Angie passed out with a smile on her face as Mike thrust one last time with a roar that matched the might and strength of his own release. Then he collapsed on top of her, giving into the exhaustion pulling at his body and the peace enveloping his soul. Mike barely had enough sense to roll to his side before he smothered Angie.
It was hell sliding free of the tight clench of her cunt, and the urge to pound back into her hadn’t faded, even if his strength had. It was heaven, though, to curl up along Angie’s side and tuck her into his hold. With the sweet scent of her hair tickling his nose and the soft, lush feel of her breast filling out his palm, Mike finally gave in to the darkness shadowing out the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.
That light had barely faded when he was abruptly woken not even an hour later by the sound of Brett hollering out as he came pounding into the bedroom. It had taken his brother long enough, and he didn’t sound all that shocked as he came to a stop.
“I should have known it!” Brett spat as he glared at the bed. “Where the hell did you find her last night?”
“Here,” Mike muttered as Angie groaned and shifted in his arms, clearly trying to avoid both the light and the noise. “And keep your voice down. Angie needs her sleep.”
That drew a dark glare from Brett, but at least he shut up. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he stripped down before nodding at Mike.
“Move.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Mike shot back almost instantly as he snorted. Brett was nuts if he thought Mike was budging even an inch.
“Come on, man.” Brett whined. “You had her all night, and that bed isn’t big enough to sleep all three of us.”
“Then go buy a bigger one and leave us the hell alone,” Mike grouched, but Brett wasn’t going anywhere.
“Don’t make me raise my voice,” Brett threatened, even as he started to do just that.
The idiot pushed it a little too far, rousing Angie. Her features furled into the cutest scowl as she blinked against the light and grumbled at both of them.
“What the hell are you two arguing over? I’m trying to sleep.”
“Mike won’t move,” Brett complained, as if he were ratting Mike out to their mommy. “And there is not enough room for all three of us.”
Angie’s frown darkened for a moment, but she didn’t argue with Brett or tell him to get lost. Instead, she turned in Mike’s arms and pushed him over until he was lying on his back. Then she climbed up on top of him and settled down with a mumble.
“There. Now you have room.”
Brett did, but he wasn’t half as pleased with the situation as Mike. He flopped into the bed with a huff as Mike snuggled Angie into place. She felt good against him, all soft and plush and rounded in just the right ways. She was also warm and sweet smelling and then gone.
Angie let out a squeal as Brett reached out and all but dragged her off of Mike onto his chest. Mike shot up onto his elbow, suddenly quite awake as he glared over at his brother, but Brett wasn’t paying him any attention. He was too busy smiling and settling Angie into place. The damn woman didn’t object. That didn’t mean Mike wasn’t going to.
He reached out to grab Angie’s arm, ignoring her heavy, pointed sigh as he began to drag her back into his arms. Brett didn’t let go without a fight, though. He latched onto Angie’s other arm and tried to tug her back. She ended up trapped between them, and it took only a few seconds for Angie to snap at both of them.
“Enough!” Jerking her arms free, she cast a glare over both brothers as she scrambled out of the bed to tower over them. “I’m going to go take a shower. Since all three of us can’t fit, I’m going to take it alone!”
With that, she stormed off, her ass sashaying with a sexy sway that had Mike’s cock swelling with renewed interest. He could have put that erection to good use if it hadn’t been for Brett. Turning a dirty look on his brother, he found Brett eyeing Angie’s ass with a similar interest.
“Don’t even think about it,” Mike snarled as he stomped out of the bed. “You and I, we need to have a word.”
“I think you’ve already had more than one,” Brett snapped, matching Mike’s motions with his own agitated ones. “Why didn’t you call me last night?”
“Because I needed some time alone with Angie.” That was the truth. He could share her with his brother, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need time to be with just her. He wasn’t the only one.
“What about me?” Brett paused with his jeans in hand to ask that. “Don’t you think I would enjoy having some time with her myself?”
The answer to that question was too o
bvious to bother with, so Mike focused on fishing his own jeans off the floor, only to find that he’d broken the zipper. He’d ripped the damn thing almost clean out. That was how out of control he’d been. That was how badly he’d needed Angie.
“We need to settle this,” Brett insisted, drawing Mike’s attention back toward their argument. “Come on. I’ll get the pen and paper, and we’ll write up some rules.”
* * * *
Angie knew she was in trouble when she found both brothers seated at the kitchen table with a pad of paper in front of them. The shower had relaxed her. Taking the time to not only dress but to do her hair and face had helped revive her spirits, and she was ready to start her day. The sight of that paper pad, though, dented her enthusiasm.
“Oh God,” Angie groaned. “You two aren’t making up more rules, are you?”
“Don’t worry. They’re not for you,” Brett assured her with a grin as he beckoned her forward. “Though I do think it would be appropriate for you to kiss your future husbands when you walk into the room.”
Angie snorted at that, but Brett wasn’t joking. He tapped his lips pointedly as he tilted his chin into the air with an expectation that Angie considered denying, but he was too cute to refuse. Of course, it turned out to be a trap.
No sooner had her lips brushed against his than Brett’s arm snaked around her waist and he jerked her down into his lap. His mouth took command of hers as his tongue invaded, dueling with hers as they fought for control of the kiss. He cheated, winning only when he slid a hand up her skirt.
Or, maybe she won because Angie wasn’t wearing any panties.
The second Brett discovered that fact, he growled, his grip tightening around her as the callused tips of his fingers left a searing trail down the curve of her naked mound. She was soft and wet, her pussy welcoming his touch even as she parted her thighs, giving him more room to torment her.
Brett took instant advantage, dipping his fingers between her swollen folds to tease the sensitive bud of her clit. He toyed with it, making Angie gasp as she twisted free of his kiss. Brett let her go, his mouth dipping down to catch the pebbled peaks of her breasts. Her nipples had hardened into tight nubs that pressed through her shirt with pointed demand.
As Brett’s mouth settled over her swollen globe, his teeth snapped down around her sensitive tit, holding it captive for the tongue-lashing he treated her to. Angie went wild as the motions matched the hard press and grind of his thumb over her clit. Her whole body began to spasm with a release that bloomed even higher, as suddenly Mike was there.
His hands felt rough, his grip almost punishing as he knelt beside Brett’s chair and latched down onto her thighs. With a jerk, Mike pulled Angie free of his brother’s tormenting touch and into the open-mouth kiss he placed over her cunt. In an instant, the callused tips of Brett’s fingers were replaced by the velvety torture of Mike’s tongue as he fucked with quick strokes that tickled the walls of her sheath and made Angie come all the harder.
Still, that wasn’t enough. Not for Mike. Not for Angie. When he pulled back, she eagerly followed. She pushed him back onto the floor as she slid completely off Brett’s lap. Mike shoved his sweats down and freed his magnificent erection eager to be mounted. As much as Angie’s cunt quivered with the thrill of the thought of being filled by his thick cock once again, this time she wanted a taste first.
She caught him off guard, making Mike moan and jerk as she captured the bulbous head of his dick with her mouth. With slow precision, she sucked him past the tight clench of her lips and into the warm constriction of her mouth. Nursing him with every inch she slid down, Angie took Mike to the back of her throat and then down it.
Then she set about tormenting him with a slow pace that lasted no more than a minute before he growled and snarled a hand in her hair. Clenching his fingers into a fist, Mike forced Angie into a fast-paced rhythm that matched the hard pounding pace of the cock that screwed its way past the spasming walls of her sheath as Brett came out of his chair. He settled behind her, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her ass as he held her still for his wild fucking.
Angie didn’t object. Far from it. She fought free of Mike’s hold to lift clear of his dick and cry out as her whole body clenched with a sharp, steep climax. She felt the ripples of pleasure race down her spine and spill out of her cunt as wave after wave of heated cream eased Brett’s path and filled the air with the scent of her release. A release that only left her wanting more, but she didn’t have the breath left to demand it.
Instead, she panted with each pounding thrust of Brett’s hips as the pleasure twisted through her once again. It exploded a second later when Brett pulled free and slammed the full length of his sticky dick straight up her ass. Like a fireball, the rapture whooshed through her with such intensity and speed that she nearly blacked out for a moment. Then Brett was riding her rough and hard, making Angie drool all over Mike’s chest.
Mike grunted, his hands coming to settle over her waist. Then with a hard jerk, he ripped her free of Brett’s hold and claimed her cunt as he all but dropped her down the thick length of his dick. Behind her, Brett snarled and jerked forward, and that quickly, Angie found herself sandwiched between both brothers as Brett gripped her ass and spread her cheeks wide.
Angie knew what came next but still didn’t have a chance to brace herself for Brett’s invasion before he was stretching her back channel wide as he pounded back into her ass. She was impaled on two meaty dicks, each one grinding into her tight sheaths and setting off endless waves of delight. They tore through her with a frenzied rush.
This was heaven.
This was Angie’s heaven. She gave herself over to the two brothers who not only claimed her body but her heart and soul as well.
* * * *
Brett closed his eyes and savored the sweet rush of ecstasy that flooded out of his balls and into the clenching depths of Angie’s ass. There was just no denying it. This was heaven. He never wanted to leave. The only problem was he didn’t have the strength to leave there.
Instead, he collapsed into a heaving, sweaty, quivery heap on the kitchen floor. Brett’s only solace was that he wasn’t the only one left too weak to do anything but gasp for breath. Mike and Angie were both there with him as well. Though it was with a little embarrassment that Angie recovered before either one of them.
Rallying, she managed to hoist herself up onto her arms and snicker down at Brett as she teased him. “So is that the appropriate way to greet my two husbands whenever I walk into a room? Because I’ve got to warn you, we might scandalize some people.”
Brett laughed at that, though he highly doubted they would scandalize very many people. Pittsview had to have the largest most perverted population of any town he’d ever visited. He was glad to fit in.
“We could make it a rule if you want,” Brett teased Angie back. “All you have to do is hand me that pad of paper up there, and I’ll add it to the list.”
Angie snorted at that as she shoved herself all the way to her feet, lording once again over Mike and Brett. “I think I need another shower.”
“You need—”
“No!” Angie cut him off as she stepped over Brett. “I don’t need any help.”
“Yeah, well, don’t use all the hot water,” Mike shouted after her as he lumbered to his feet. “Other people need to bathe, too, you know?”
“I know!” Angie hollered back a second before the bathroom door slammed shut.
“And I’m next.” Mike shot that at Brett, who rolled his eyes and scrambled to his feet.
“Whatever, man.” Brett shrugged and jerked his jeans up. “I’m hungry, and not for a cold dinner.”
They’d cleared the table when they’d settled down for their negotiations, but the food and plates remained stacked up on the kitchen counters, a reminder of how they’d screwed up last night. Angie didn’t seem interested in holding any grudges, though. Technically, she’d screwed up their plans, too.
Sti
ll, Brett figured it would be best not to point that out. Instead, he set about cleaning the kitchen and then making up his famous waffles. By the time he poured the first of the batter into the iron, Mike and Angie had swapped places. Once again she was wearing little to nothing, which was a very distracting quality. Brett almost burned the first waffle.
Angie noticed, or, at least, that was why he assumed she was smiling. On the other hand, it might have been the list. Pulling the pad of paper closer, she began to read it out loud, as if Brett didn’t already know what was written on there.
“Each man gets two nights a week…to do what?” Angie glanced up, raising a curious brow.
“You,” Brett answered succinctly as he flipped the second waffle out.
He glanced up in time to catch Angie’s snicker and the sight of Mike shuffling past the doorway wearing nothing but a towel and a few drops of water. He disappeared a second later, and the bedroom door slammed shut.
“I should have figured,” Angie muttered as she glanced back down at the list. “All disputes will be settled with a competition?”
“You don’t want us fighting, do you?”
“Of course not.” Angie scowled, as if the very thought was insulting, but she didn’t stay focused on that point for long. “And what is this? Bedtimes? Dating ages? Who helps with what homework? What are you planning, to start an orphanage?”
“No.” Brett flipped out another waffle, not daring to glance in her direction as he explained the logic of the situation. “But a good plan makes for a good parent.”
“Or maybe an obsessive one,” Angie mumbled as her frown darkened. “And how come the boys are allowed to date earlier than the girls? And you have a whole different list of firsts for them. Do you have any idea how sexist that is?”
“Yes.” Brett braced himself and met Angie’s gaze, knowing nothing he had to say would appease her. “But that’s just the way it is.”
“Oh? Okay.” Angie ripped the page of rules off the pad and crumbled it up, tossing it directly into the garbage can.
