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Copyright© 2011 Berengaria Brown
ISBN: 978-1-926950-27-3
Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston
Editor: Kimberly Bowman
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
Because everyone deserves a happily ever after.
Feels So Good
Berengaria Brown
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
Yasmin stretched out on her towel, looking at the truly scrumptious VJ and Pearce. Yummier than rich, dark, Belgian chocolate, she thought, then sighed. Not that she’d had any chocolate—rich, dark, or Belgian—for several weeks now, due to lack of money.
Being a free spirit was all right in some ways, but not having any money was a pain in the ass.
Oooh ass. Look at those two taut asses. Who needs chocolate anyway? Licking VJ’s chest would be just as good. Likely licking his cock would be even better!
And I know they swing both ways. They’ve made that clear. A couple of hot nights in their bed would take my mind off not having any money most satisfactorily. And a couple of real live cocks would give me way better orgasms than my fingers.
Yasmin leaned up on one elbow to study Pearce, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, holding a hot dog stick in the flames, and talking to Jeff, the guy with the guitar.
Pearce had very dark, blue-black hair, with obsidian eyes, olive-toned skin, and a lot of muscles. Not an ounce of fat on him anywhere that she could see. And she could see a lot. He was shirtless on this hot evening, and wearing shorts. Short shorts, not manpris. Short shorts that should come with an X rating and not be seen by anyone under the age of twenty-one. Thank God she was over twenty-one and could look all she liked. And, oh my, she surely liked.
VJ was just as drool-worthy a vision. A few inches shorter than Pearce, but considerably taller than her own five feet six, he had medium brown hair, brown eyes, and very broad shoulders tapering into narrow hips, just above a truly delightful ass. An ass she’d like to spend a lot of time touching. And licking. And sucking. And possibly biting.
Damn, woman, get your mind out of the gutter.
Just then Pearce came over to her, holding the hot dog stick out. “Want a hot dog? I cooked it myself just for you.”
“Why, thank you. I put some potatoes wrapped in foil in the coals of the fire, but they’ll not be ready for a while yet.”
“I can see them cooking. They’ll be excellent with some butter or sour cream. So, what brings you to a trailer park in Resort City?”
“The company I’d been working with for five years got taken over, and most of the staff was declared redundant, including me. I had no reason to stay there, and I’ve always wanted to travel, so I packed everything I own into my car and headed south. I figured when I ran out of money, I’d get a job. Which will need to be quite soon, unfortunately. But that’s why I’m staying in a trailer for a few days instead of a motel. The next place I stop, likely I’ll be sleeping rough on the beach.”
“Well, hell. I’m sorry about your job, honey.”
“Don’t be. I hated it and I hated the company. They were so stupid and inefficient it’s no wonder they were taken over. But the paycheck. Yeah, I miss the paycheck. What about you, Pearce. How long are you and VJ staying here?”
“I’m on my long service leave. So I’m off work for another two months yet.”
“Wow! Long service leave. I’ve never worked at anyplace long enough for that. Good for you, taking it now, instead of waiting until you’re old.”
“Oh, that was deliberate. My dad worked thirty-five years for the same company. Always planned to travel. He and Mom had folders of maps, photographs, and itineraries of places they would go ‘one day’. Then Mom got cancer and Dad ended up quitting work to look after her. Never traveled, never took his leave. They both passed in the same month last year. So I thought, ‘Fuck that. The moment I’m eligible for leave I’ll take it.’ So, I did.”
“Good move. And VJ was able to come with you?” Shit, I hope that doesn’t sound like I’m prying, but I’d really like to know.
“Oh yeah, he has his own company and works from home. As long as we stay places where we’ve got wifi, he’s happy. He puts in a couple of hours on his current projects each day, but the rest of the time we’re free to do as we please.”
“That would be so good. I wish I could do something like that.”
Jeff got out his guitar and they all started singing old songs, then the potatoes were eaten, and still Yasmin, Pearce and VJ, who’d joined them when the singing started, sat and chatted until everyone else said good night and returned to their trailers.
Pearce ran his hand gently down her arm, sending sexy shivers through her whole body. VJ leaned against her and lightly kissed her on the mouth. When he swiped his tongue along her lips, she willingly opened and let him in, enjoying his smoky, potatoey taste, with a spicy undertone.
Then he moved away and Pearce swooped in for a kiss. His tongue thrust possessively inside her mouth, thrusting deep and hard, a clear, vivid image of what he was silently asking her.
Unconsciously she nodded, and pressed against his naked, rock-hard chest. His cock was also rock-hard and digging into her belly. Hot!
Her panties dampened as cream flooded from her. She’d been thinking about both these men ever since she’d first seen them, and, boy howdy, she was ready to go to bed with them. With condoms of course. She was horny, but not stupid.
VJ’s hand rested on her lower back, just above her butt, his fingers pointing downward. “It’s getting late. How about we move this conversation into our RV?”
Yasmin gulped and nodded. “Yes.”
Pearce hauled her to her feet and grabbed up the towel she’d been sitting on. “You know what we want? Both of us?”
She nodded again.
The two men leaned against her, Peace against her chest, VJ against her back. Two huge cocks pressed into her body. That feels so good.
“Both of us together,” VJ clarified.
“Yes. I understand. I’ve never— I don’t know how— but I want that. I want to experience it with you. Both of you,” Yasmin explained somewhat incoherently due to her libido screaming for more touching from these delicious male specimens.
“Oh, we’ll show you how, honey. Never doubt it,” said Pearce.
“Rest assured it will be good. Very, very good,” added VJ.
Yasmin swallowed again, her mouth suddenly, inexplicably, full of saliva. She drew in a big breath and nodded. “Please, yes.”
“Let’s go,” said VJ, his arm resting over Yasmin and onto Pearce’s shoulder. The three turned as a single unit, and headed across the grass to the men’s RV.
Yasmin had a brief impression of an RV quite a bit larger than the one she was staying in, then they went into the bedroom, closing the sliding door behind them. Basically the only item in the room was a ginormous bed covered with an orange quilt.
What the hell am I doing?
Sex. I’m about to have sex with the yummiest looking men I’ve ever seen.
But I don’t know them.
Who cares? It’s just sex. They have cocks, I have a pussy. That’s all that matters.
Yasmin smiled at them then flung he
r tee shirt over her head. She wished she was wearing sexier lingerie, but at least the bra and panties she had on matched and were not fugly. They were, however, nondescript beige. If she’d guessed she’d end up in bed with two delicious men she’d have worn her lacy, black set. Well, too bad.
She rested her hands on her hips and waited, watching the men. VJ’s tongue flicked out and wet his lips. He widened his stance, thrusting his pelvis forward in his snug-fitting jeans. Mimicking her movements, he grasped his black tee shirt, and pulled it over his head. “Your move,” he said challengingly.
Instead of removing her shorts, as she guessed he expected her to do, she stepped forward and reached for his belt. She unbuckled it, and unsnapped the top of his jeans. He made no attempt to either stop her or assist her, so she slid the zipper down, down, down, and pulled his pants open.
Commando! His cock bounced free, long and thick and already hard.
“Nice,” she said, stroking it gently, then more firmly. She held him in her hand and lowered her head to swipe it across the mushroom cap of his cock. “Yum”.
“Now me.” Pearce’s voice was hoarse and breathy.
She gave one last lick to VJ’s erection then moved across to Pearce. She couldn’t resist running her hands over that hard-muscled chest she’d been staring at all night. His skin was faintly sweaty, and very firm. She skated a fingernail across his flat little nipples and watched his heart beat faster, his chest rising and falling with his arousal.
She trailed her hands teasingly down his chest lower and lower until they rested just above his cock, then slid her fingers under the waistband of those tight little shorts. Finally, she tugged the pants down and smiled with delight. Two for two! Pearce was commando also.
The shorts puddled around his ankles and he kicked them and his flip-flops off as she kneeled in front of him and cupped his sac. His cock was red and engorged, standing straight up out of its nest of brown curls like a good soldier.
“Mmm,” she hummed licking along his length then lightly across the cock head.
As she stood back up, Pearce said, “There’s only one person here still wearing clothes.”
“Why, who can that be,” she teased, wiggling her hips. She raised her hands to her back as if to undo her bra, but did a bump and grind instead, before stretching her arms out and turning around. With her back to them, she slid her shorts off as slowly as possible, revealing her butt an inch at a time. A butt covered with beige cotton.
She danced in place a little, gradually turning around, and only when she was facing them again did she undo her bra. Their cocks had grown bigger while her back was turned, so she knew the men appreciated the little show she was performing for them. However her own panties were so wet with her need for both of them she couldn’t prolong the game much longer. With one foot in front of the other, she slid her panties down, slowly over her hips, then let them fall down her legs, kicking them and her sandals off.
“Woman, you’re hot,” said VJ, pulling her into his arms.
“Hotter than hot,” affirmed Pearce, wrapping his arms around both of them from behind.
“Same goes,” she responded.
Yasmin wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but somehow she was lifted and placed on the bed, still entangled with both men.
“How do you feel about sucking a little cock?” VJ asked.
“Only a little cock? I was hoping to suck a lot of cock,” she replied, locating a penis with each hand and stroking up and down, once again trailing her nails along the veins.
“I think you’ll find this one more than adequate. I’ll sure as hell enjoy it, honey,” said Pearce thrusting up into her hand.
Yasmin pushed him onto his back then climbed on top of him with her legs on the outside of his to brace herself as she played with his cock.
She began by licking right along the shaft, from root to tip, following the vein, and using one hand to hold him steady, and the other to cup his balls. After licking across the head she ran her tongue under the ridge between head and cap, noting his shiver, pleased to have so easily discovered something he liked.
Next, she sucked Pearce deep into her mouth, reveling in the hint of his flavor from a drop of pre-cum at his tip. As she bent again to stroke his shaft, VJ’s hands moved over her back, swirling patterns up her spine, teasing along her sides, and flowing around to cup her breasts. “Mmm, feels good,” she said.
“Feels very good indeed,” said Pearce, thrusting his cock up into her mouth once again.
“These feel better than good,” said VJ pulling at her nipples, elongating them, and rolling them between his fingers.
Pearce’s hands were on her knees now, stroking her skin there, and sliding up toward her thighs, as VJ worked her breasts. Yasmin concentrated on pulling Pearce deep into her mouth, sucking at his cock, nibbling along his shaft. But it was so hard to focus on him when four hands were tormenting her skin, raising the erotic level inside her to extreme heights of passion.
Yasmin, hollowed her cheeks and sucked Pearce, then let him slide out a little before relaxing the back of her throat to take him deep once more. Next, she ran her tongue under the ridge again, pressing the point of it as she circumnavigated his cock.
Then it was back to licking and nibbling along his shaft, changing up the action to keep him aroused and expectant, always waiting for the next place she’d play with.
His cock was huge now, more than filling her mouth, stretching it to take his girth. Pre-cum was dripping from the head, his flavor a tart, salty one, with just a hint of spice.
Yasmin tried not to respond too much to the four hands on her body, devoting herself to Pearce, but the hands were so talented, so arousing, her pussy was creaming, her belly clenching with need.
Desperately she sucked him deep again, her two hands now rolling his balls, teasing his skin. His balls were hard and tight. She knew he was close. She was close to climaxing herself, the men driving her higher and higher with their sexy touches.
As she hollowed her cheeks to exert extra suction, Yasmin slid one finger into his ass and twirled it, searching for his prostate. She found the hard little ball and pinged it.
Pearce let out a shout, and a stream of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly, she swallowed then sucked again, running her tongue up and down his shaft to encourage him as his cock released his seed. After a few more bursts she licked across the head, then let him slide out of her mouth.
Her body was flipped over, her legs pushed back to her shoulders, and a hard cock drove deep into her pussy. Yasmin immediately climaxed, shaking and pulsing. VJ held still inside her, letting her pussy ripple around his iron-hard penis. When she sighed and relaxed, he started driving into her, thrusting deep, twisting his hips to drag his cock along her sensitive wall.
Underneath her, Pearce was holding her thighs wide apart, his lips on her neck and shoulders, licking and sucking, his body moving with the force of VJ’s thrusts.
Her first orgasm was still pulsing through her as a second one began to build. Yasmin gasped in pleasure, her hands holding tight to VJ’s arms as he powered in and out of her pussy, thrusting, driving, giving her intense pleasure.
Pearce sucked her earlobe into his mouth, biting lightly on the edge of it, his fingers roaming up and down the tender skin of her inner thighs.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Yasmin moaned, the coil of fire in her belly, building and building.
Pearce pinched her nipple and bit down on her neck. VJ tilted her body higher and thrust so deep inside her his cock pressed against the neck of her womb. Her second orgasm crashed through her, shaking her limbs, rocking her to her soul. VJ grunted and his cock spurted its cum, a burst of heat deep inside her.
He thrust again, once, twice, three times, then relaxed, lowering her legs. The two men maneuvered the three of them onto their sides, still locked together.
“Wow! Just wow! That was brilliant,” gasped Yasmin.
“Oh yeah,” said VJ.
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sp; “Well done, honey,” added Pearce.
“It was you. You’re both very good,” she said snuggling down between them, suddenly exhausted.
Chapter Two
A hand cracked down on Yasmin’s naked ass, waking her instantly. “What the fuck?” She swiped her tumbled black curls off her face and opened bleary eyes. Oh yeah, that’s right. She’d just had a truly brilliant night of sex with Pearce and VJ.
“Come on, lazy. Time for a walk before breakfast.” VJ pulled her into a semi-upright position.
“It’s barely dawn. How about you go for a walk, and wake me when you get back,” she suggested.
Two strong arms hauled her from the bed and threw her clothes to her. Automatically she caught them and began dressing. “I haven’t had a shower yet,” she complained.
“First we walk, then we shower, then breakfast,” said VJ.
“Bossy britches,” she sighed, scrambling into her shorts, and running her fingers through her tangled curls.
Outside the air was crisp and clean with a salty tang. Resort City had been built on reclaimed swampland so the salt was always close to the surface, but Yasmin liked the harsh, clear scent of the hardy plants that appreciated salty soil. The sky was a bright blue, the sun shone, and, despite Yasmin’s comment, dawn had happened several hours earlier.
Yasmin took a deep breath, loving the early morning air. Besides, who could argue when they were walking between the delectable VJ and Pearce—even though he was wearing a shirt this morning.
Maybe half a mile from the trailer park was a small beach. It was a nice little beach that shelved steeply into the water, so it was not over-run with families and kids. Between the walking track and the sand was a row of dunes. As they neared the first dune, Yasmin took off running. She sprinted up the side of the dune on an angle so as not to get her feet bogged. Still moving fast she reached the top of the dune and ran along it, jumping from it to the next dune, and from the second dune to the third and so on, all along the beach. She had to keep moving fast or she’d lose momentum. But once the runner had a rhythm, it was a real adrenalin rush, pounding across the sand and flying through the air.
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