by Hawke, Jessa
Eric comes in, and the whole scene is downright homey. He makes a meal, serves it, and the two men feed it to each other with their fingers, Eric pausing to suck strawberry juice off of Steve’s fingers. Steve watches his mouth, and I now the look of it and the feel of it, every nerve ending in the distal fingertips tingling with the sucking motion, Eric’s full lips closed around it as if it’s some larger organ, suggestively. When he leans back, there is strawberry juice on his lips and Steve leans forward to kiss it off. Eric reaches up and pulls Steve closer, his hands making slight raking motions on his back, raising goose bumps on the naked skin. Their heads tilt opposite from each other, until all there is is a mess of sandy and dark hair, and two men grasping each other, touching each other’s bodies and faces, until Eric straddles Steve.
It suddenly occurs to me that I am in the room, on the same duvet covers that Steve was on, watching my ex-boyfriend and his lover make out.
“Hey!” I shout, inexplicably, “What about me?”
And there’s this moment where I’m terrified I’ve just made a fool of myself, that they’re about to laugh at me, but then Steve takes Eric by the hand and they join me on the mattress. Steve strokes my hair gently while Eric takes his time unbuttoning the buttons on my shirt. Steve tilts my head back and I experience what it must be like to kiss him for the first time, and I like the feel of it, his lips warm on my lips, my nipples tightening in response as Eric strokes around them lightly with his fingertips.
“A girl can get used to this,” I hear myself saying as they push me back on this wealth of pillows, take off my pants and spread my legs.
I’m reminded of this weird little hentai thing I saw when I was a teenager, about how this girl gets taken to hell and two little devils, no more than the size of dolls, settle at the mouth of her pussy and begin to eat her out until she squirts. Now, Eric and Steve may be the size of full-grown men, but it doesn’t stop them from settling in between my legs as if that is their own residence. Right before he disappears there, Eric looks at my face, directly into my eyes, kisses me and says that he loves me. That they both do, and that they will do whatever it takes to make me happy, even work as a team if I like.
I like. So I nod.
The first feel of his lips on me is electrifying. He sweeps up and down the length of me from mons to anus until I am slick with his tongue. Steve lavishes my breasts with kisses and sucking until I am no longer sure which sensation to focus on, it’s all so good. And then Eric hits a spot where it feels like all my nerves have bundled together and I tell him that if he dares to move from that spot, I’ll kill him. And so Steve leans back, pinching my nipple in between his fingers, to encourage Eric, and then comes back to me and whispers dirty things in my ear, about how he knows how good it feels, he knows that I am just building up, ready to burst, and when it’s all mixed in with Eric’s thrashing in one focused spot, I feel a slick naughtiness spread through me like an uncontained wildfire. I feel lush and womanly all over, and I close my thighs around Eric’s head, not caring if I suffocate him with my pussy or not.
The feeling is building and I whimper, bucking my hips to meet his mouth in a frenzy of delight. My anus tingles as if it’s empty, and Eric builds me up to the brink only to stop. He lets me cool down and then applies his mouth again, and this time, when I reach what is so close to the peak, its sharper, more painful, and I like it. I am moaning, and the things I am saying are staining the air.
“Do me, do me, I want you to fill up all my holes until I have nothing to fill anymore, do it do it.”
Eric picks his head up, mouth wet with me and his own saliva, and grins wickedly. He knows what he is doing, damn the man, he’s reduced me to this giant whimpering, pleading little slut, and the thing is is that I don’t care. Not one bit. I want one, two cocks inside of me, and I want them as soon as possible, and it is only as the two men lift me up that I realize I have been saying all of these things out loud.
We’re back on that couch, the one where I caught Steve and Eric groping each other for all they were worth, and there’s something about it all that reminds me of the casting call for a porno, except that I love Eric and Steve is hot as hell, so it could never be so depersonalized. As Eric strips off his pants and his big, hairy cock swings free, I realize that they are taking their time with me, settling me down on the length of him so gently and easily that I feel unbelievably cared for.
Even though I’m now displayed to the room with my asscheeks spread open. Eric starts jackhammering into me, and I like it, I like the slap of his balls against me, how wet it all is, the fact that my big, soft breasts are squashed against his chest, the hair on it roughing them, leaving me with angry marks that I somehow can’t wait to display to the world.
And then the best part is when I feel Steve’s tongue on my behind, roaming the opening of my ass for all its worth. Oh God, this is better than I could have ever expected. My muscles are tightening and releasing, and Eric has slowed his thrusts enough to allow Steve to do this thing. The double ministrations are taunting me, and I am on fire everywhere, feeling wanton and dirty. I mean, a man has his mouth on my ASS, for God’s sake. The fact that they are doing it slowly, easily, and drinking in my cries as if they are some kind of elixir are driving me crazy, driving me to take long, shuddering breaths as sheaths of flesh slide in and out of me.
Steve’s mouth has made my behind drip, and now he’s probing me a little with his tongue. I gasp at the sensation, and instinctively know I want more. Somehow, I manage to reach behind me and grab his hand. I place the finger inside my own mouth, wetting it as best I can, considering I am still being bounced up and down on Eric’s dick, and then slide it, slowly into my ass.
It is incredible. It is as if finally, finally, for the first time in my life, I am full. Steven plunges his finger in and out of my ass in tandem to Eric doing it to my pussy, and I lock mouths with Eric. It is all how it was meant to be, me atop Eric, and Steve ministering to my dirty starfish somewhere in the periphery.
I am sliding on the edge of consciousness and my orgasm builds, faster and faster, but there is still something missing. I tell this to Eric in between short gasps, and he frowns, and then tilts my head back, exposing the tender part of my neck, and starts to suck. I feel the pressure all the way down to my groin, and then I feel, finally, my pussy begin to convulse around him, and it’s there, that squirting wetness I’ve heard about only in pornos or in romance novels, a wetness that submerges everything, and all you can hear are my screams of “Yes, yes, YES!” before the entire room fills with my release and we drown.
* * *
When I finally wake up, my gasps are not the gasps of my wet dream. Make no mistake—as sexy as the dream was, its significance to me is perfectly clear. I fell in love with Eric, I even accepted Steve, I waited for my ex to come to me, and as a result, we all drowned.
Like death death drowned drowned.
That morning, spent in a hazy mistrust of my own mental faculties after that nearly sleepless night, is pretty terrible. How can I leave Eric behind when he just told me that he may have feelings for me again? Also, how can I continue to look at myself in the mirror with self-respect if I wait around for my ex-boyfriend to decide to swing back to my side again?
I left the hospital job because this was all too painful for me to handle. Don’t I have a right to protect myself and to move on, damn it?
My gaze falls to the brochure on the ground, one of those sweet children’s faces looking up at me with eyes so big and so brown that I can barely take it.
A week later, I give my notice at the urgent care center and start packing for Africa.
THE END
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Naughty Nightshift
Kelly hurried around her apartment preparing herself for work. She was working an evening shift tonight, which really sucked, because she would have rather stayed at home, watching TV eating ice cream. It was, however, going to be a fun enough shift since she would be working with D
onnie Clark and Steve Calloway, two super-hot guys who were exciting and whom she’d had a crush on right from the time that she started working as a waitress at The Four Seasons, a restaurant that served spicy South American cuisine. Donnie and Steve were best friends and would always be found together, whether they were working or not, and they were much younger than her, probably in their late teens or early twenties. Kelly was thirty and still single even though most of her girlfriends, most of who were around her age, were already hitched and some even had kids. She just couldn’t seem to find a man who would appreciate her for who she was. She did not have the sort of body that most men looked for in a woman; she definitely did not have the slim body of a model. Instead, she was a voluptuous woman with wide hips and huge breasts. She did, however, have smaller waist, which gave her an accentuated hour-glass look. Her physique seemed to intimidate most men and would send then high-tailing it with their tails between their legs.
“You working tonight?” her house mate Cindy said to her, poking her head into her room to find her slipping into a pair of pants and pulling them up her fleshy thighs.
“Yep, sure am. I really hate working nights, but the good thing is that I'll be with those two dudes who dropped me off the other day. Remember? The guys you were salivating over.” Kelly smiled at her friend, checking herself out in the mirror to see if her makeup was done right.
“You should bring them over here sometime; I really liked the one with dark hair, what was his name…, Donnie?” Cindy said, walking into the bedroom and going over to Kelly to help her straighten up her long blonde hair. “When do you think you can bring them over? Or maybe just fix me up for a date with Donnie? I'll be forever grateful to you!”
“I don’t know, Cindy. As you are aware, I'm also looking for a good time with them, and so I really can't promise you anything at the moment. But tell you what, I could try and convince them to come over and drop me off tonight after work, and then maybe you could take over from there,” Kelly smiled at her house mate through the mirror.
“No, does it have to be tonight. Carol said that she might pass by so that we can grab some drinks, or have you forgotten that it is a Saturday?” Cindy said, looking a little disappointed.
“Well, if I end up bringing the guys by later and you are here, then it is all good. If we don’t end up connecting tonight, still all good. There is always another time,” Kelly said, getting up and stretching her blouse over her plump body as she looked at her equally big-bodied house mate. “At least you get cock every now and then. I am starved for it and would give anything for a good fuck right now.” Kelly laughed as she continued getting ready.
“You know what, Kelly, I think the problem with you is that you are way too picky, and if you are that way, it becomes very hard to get yourself a man,” Cindy began her usual rant.
“Blah, blah, blah. I'll see you later, girlfriend,” Kelly said, grabbing her handbag and checking inside to see if she had her vibrator with her.
When there was not so much work at the restaurant, at times Kelly would sneak into the bathroom, lock herself in the toilet and masturbate as she thought about Donnie and Steve. She imagined that it was one of them who had his cock buried deep inside her, plowing her over and over. She had a crush on the both of them, even though their looks were quite a world apart. Donnie was dark haired, of medium build and very talkative and outgoing, which was probably the main reason why Cindy had a crush on him. Steve had thick shaggy brown hair with matching eyes, and he was well toned since he hit the gym a couple of times a week. One day, she had spied on Steve as he showered at the restaurant after one of their evening shifts, and Kelly had been impressed by the sort of goods that he carried along with him. In all reality, he had the biggest cock that she had ever laid her eyes on, and she had often wondered how it would look when it was fully erect and ready to drill pleasure into some pussy.
“Wow, and here comes Miss Bootylicious,” Donald said as she walked into the restaurant thirty minutes later, making her way to the changing rooms in the back to change into her uniform.
“Donnie, I keep telling you not to call me that! My name is Kelly,” she joked as she hugged him warmly. His masculine scent went straight to her head and made her dizzy with desire.
“I keep telling you that the day you give me the key to your pussy and let me fuck the daylights out of you, maybe then I might call you Kelly,” he whispered into her ear, squeezing her butt and pulling away before the supervisor realized what was happening and came over.
“Donnie, I don’t think your cock will be enough for this here mama,” Kelly said, indicating the curves of her body with both of her hands before proceeding to the staff room with Donnie closely in tow. Donnie needed to change since he had also just arrived.
“What makes you think that I can't make you scream my name over and over, begging me for more?” he said, spanking her ass hard once they were out of the main restaurant and in the corridor.
“How many inches have you got in your pants, Donnie?” she joked, used to the flirting, since it was something that happened every day, although she was actually considering making everything that they talked about come true.
“Enough inches to drive you crazy with desire, Kelly, and I can bet right now you are already soaking wet,” he said, squeezing his hand in between her thighs and rubbing it over her cunt through the pants and thong she was wearing.
“Maybe I am. Why don’t you come with me to the ladies room so that we can find out?” Kelly dared him, wiggling away from his hand and stopping by the door to the ladies room.
“Are you daring me?” he asked, looking at his watch. “Or is it because you know that there is no time for me to give that pussy of yours the good beating with my cock that it needs?”
“Of course I'm daring you, and a quickie doesn’t take more than five minutes,” she said, taking her hand down to his crotch and squeezing his cock.
Kelly felt her blood coming to a boil when she realized that his cock was already hardening. She had been joking when she had mentioned the quickie thing, but feeling the way that his hardness was becoming bigger in his pants, she now realized that she wanted that quickie. Maybe it was the thing that would make her get through the shift after touching Donnie’s cock. Without hesitation, he pushed her into the ladies room, following in after her and shutting the door behind them. He led her to a toilet booth, kicking the door shut and locking it as soon as they were inside. Kelly felt as if she was in some sort of dream as Donnie pulled her into his arms, kissing her urgently and deeply. She turned liquid in all the right places, her body reacting to his in the most sensitive way. Donnie pushed his hand under her blouse and squeezed her breasts over her bra, making her nipples harden with arousal. Kelly in the meantime was interested in only one thing - the monster cock that she had just touched. She wanted to see it, to touch its bare skin.
She fumbled with his belt, working the buckle open before pulling his pants open and letting the pants drop to his feet. Kelly then pulled her lips away from Donald's and crouched down in front of him, hooking her fingers into his boxers and tugging them down. She marveled at the size of his erection and wondered what this young and spry cock would do to her much older and sophisticated pussy. She lowered her head to Donald's crotch and breathed in deeply, the male scent going straight to her head like some fine wine. She then wound her fingers around the base of the cock and moved her mouth closer to the manhood, sticking out her tongue and flicking it over the tip of the cock to get a taste of the precum that had already built up. The salty taste of the male juice excited her as she imagined that there would be more of the juice shooting into her hole within no time. She began sucking on the tip of the cock, urging more precum to seep out of the slit as she jerked the base of the manhood,
“Oh fuck, Kelly, that feels good,” Donnie groaned when she began taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth, playing her tongue over the sensitive skin as her head began bobbing up and down on the shaft.
The thickness of the cock stretched Kelly's mouth painfully, but she was determined to give Donnie a good blowjob in preparation for her vagina. She finally felt the huge slim circumcised head slipping into her throat, the thickness of the pecker making her gag as she struggled to deep throat it. Donald finally pulled her head off his dick and pulled her standing, fusing his lips over hers and kissing her deeply to get a taste of his own precum in her mouth.
“Kelly, are you in here?” the supervisor shouted into the washrooms making Kelly pull away from Donald quickly and freeze, fear overcoming her. “You need to hurry up, we are short of staff and there are many customers.”
“I'll be right out. Suzie, please give me a minute,” she said quickly, praying that nobody had seen them entering the ladies room, and wondering how careless they had been.
“I can't believe that we were so careless,” she whispered to Donnie when she heard the door closing.
“You still owe me one after work,” he said, pulling his pants and boxers up to cover his still hard erection.
“Can we talk about this some other day?” she said to him, opening the door an inch and peeping out to see if there was anyone else in the washroom.
*****
Steve was on his way to the men’s room when he spotted Donnie coming out of the ladies room in a hurry looking all sneaky with a huge hard on bulging in his pants. He stopped in his tracks, wondering what Donnie was up to, since it was very unlike him to behave like this. Donnie hurried into the men’s room, and moments later Kelly walked out of the ladies room looking all flushed. Wait a minute, he thought to himself. Is this what I think this is? Could it be that Don had beaten him to boning the sexy Kelly that Steve had been longing to fuck ever since she joined the restaurant? Heck, if Donnie had fucked her in the ladies room, he was going to make sure that he boned her too. He was determined to make it all happen that night. He hurried off into the bathroom after Donald, eager to get the story directly from him.
