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, sur
e 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 said, 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.”
And both men looked surprised.
“Of course honey,” ground out Brent. “We respect you, that’s no problem.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” agreed Jason.
And I took a deep breath, smiling at them, but not too friendly. I was in charge here and wanted to make sure they knew who was the lady boss.
“Okay, well since we have that settled, why don’t we talk about sharing then,” I began. It sounded like we were in a kindergarten class learning the basics, but heck, you’ve got to start at step one, right? In uncharted territory, you can’t exactly go straight to Park Place without passing Go first. So I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts, but that damned waitress came back, purring and cooing like a cat.
“Hi again fellas,” she simpered, cocking out one hip saucily. “Ready to order?”
And it was like I wasn’t even there, the woman didn’t acknowledge me at all. Seriously, today was fucking frustrating. I just wanted to get to the meat of the conversation but everything was getting in the way, one hurdle after another, and my ears began to steam. But fortunately the men could sense my irritation and deferred to me.
“The lady goes first,” rumbled Jason, eyebrow quirked.
And I turned to the older lady with a bright look on my face.
“Grilled cheese with a side of fries please,” I said, overly friendly, even a little plasticky.
Both men nodded.
“Grilled cheese has a lot of calories,” grunted Brent approvingly. “Make mine a grilled cheese too, but throw in an all-beef patty and some extra bacon.”
And Jason was just as hungry.
“Yeah, I’ll take a grilled as well,” he added. “With meat and cheese but no bread, animal-style.”
And I just shook my head. Really, we were all getting grilled cheese sandwiches, like one happy family?
Jason smirked at me, throwing in a kicker.
“Plus extra fries for everyone,” he announced to the waitress, “Yeah, we’ll need some fries.”
And I sighed as the waitress nodded and sauntered away, hips swinging.
“Really?” I asked dryly. “Extra fries? You know they serve them by the bucket here.”
But Jason nodded emphatically.
“That’s right, and I want to see you eat every one,” he replied, “every single one, finger lickin’ good so that your sweet body puts on some serious poundage.”
I rolled my eyes. Back to the weight thing again? It was so hard to have a conversation with these guys, we kept getting derailed by talk of my curves. But I
wasn’t going to give up, so I ignored his comment and fixed them both with a stare.
“Like I said,” I began, “we’re here to discuss sharing. I want to work out something with both of you guys, find a way to compromise.”
The word “compromise” made both their brows draw, like it was the nastiest word ever. But to their credit, neither man said anything. Instead Brent said neutrally, “And what did you have in mind?”
That gave me momentary pause because truthfully, I didn’t have a solution. Everything had happened so fast, so quickly, my pussy and ass cherries lost within twenty-four hours of each other, that there had been no time to digest the situation yet. So I fumbled, trying to cover, making something up on the fly that sounded okay.
“Um, how about Monday, Wednesday, Fridays I’m with Brent, and Tuesdays and Thursdays I’m with Jason?” I blurted, looking between both men. That wasn’t too bad, was it? Sounded reasonable to me.
But neither man looked happy.
“What the fuck, I only get two days when he gets three? What the fuck?” growled Jason, glaring at Brent again.
And Brent was just as dissatisfied.
“Three days a week isn’t enough honey,” he stated. “I need you more than that. What am I supposed to do otherwise? Go to strip clubs? Hire someone? I need you more, no way is that enough.”
I colored, nonplussed. Shit, I hadn’t thought the two men would be so demanding, that they’d need me the way they were making out. I hemmed and hawed a bit, my mind racing furiously.
“Well,” I said slowly, biting my lip. “At least we agree we want to share, right? That’s the important thing, that we’re in this together.”
And both men were silent for a moment.
“I guess so,” grunted Jason. “I mean, what choice do I have?”
Brent shot Jason a hard look, but pretty much felt the same way, he just tried to phrase it nicer.
“What he’s saying, honey, is that we both want you. We’re two domineering, arrogant males who are used to getting our way, but we’re in a bind here because the woman we both love can’t choose between us, she’s not gonna pick one over the other. Isn’t that right Katy? We can’t get you to choose one of us, make a selection?”
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