by JA Huss
“Should we stop?” he asks her.
I fully expect her to say yes. Because everything she’s doing right now—everything she’s allowing us to do—this isn’t her. Maybe the her she used to be, but definitely not the her I’ve seen over the past two weeks, that’s for sure.
“Is she drunk?” I ask him.
“Yvette,” AJ says, shaking her head a little by her hair. “Give us an answer.”
“Keep going,” she says. Then dives back down on his cock.
I thrust my dick inside her in that same moment and she squeals. I can only imagine how her vocal cords are vibrating against AJ’s thick shaft.
“Fuck her hard,” AJ says. “Give her what she wants.”
I pull back. Far back. Until her wet, pink pussy flaps are hugging the tip of my cock. And then I thrust forward so hard, AJ’s cock slips out of her mouth and her head bangs against his stomach.
AJ grins and laughs. “Yeah,” he says. “Do it again.”
So I do. Again, and again, and again. And somehow he gets his cock back in her throat. And she’s making noises that drive us both wild. And she’s trying hard too. Trying hard to do what he’s asking.
I reach forward, grab her long, blonde hair, pull her back. AJ’s eyes dart up to mine, surprised, but not in a bad way. Because he shakes his head and smiles. Like… You do you, bro.
My hand wraps around her neck, my palm flat against her throat, and I lean in to whisper in her ear.
I don’t even know what I say. I’m watching AJ jerk himself off, his hand pumping up and down his dick with furious abandon.
I know he’s close and so am I. I know this is the last time we’ll ever do this together and I want it to be good. I want to keep him happy. So I say… “Join me?”
His loud chuckle startles Yvette because her whole body jerks a little.
But I’m holding her tight now. Her back is pressed up hard against my chest. AJ reaches down behind her knees and he picks her up. Her jeans are in the way, so he can’t spread her legs wide. But we know how to get around that.
I grab the back of her calves and hike her knees up to her chest on either side of her ample tits, and her pussy magically becomes accessible for AJ.
He wastes no time. Just slips his cock up to mine. His fingers stretching her open so he can fit. There’s a moment when she struggles, like he’s puling too hard on her sensitive skin, but my mouth is right up next to her ear and I say, “Shhhh. Just relax and let it happen, Yvette.”
It doesn’t help much. There’s no denying that two cocks inside one pussy is not something that just happens without effort. So there’s a lot of, “Shit, oh, shit!” and “Oh my God,” as he forces his way inside, sliding along my shaft until I have to pull out just a little so we can both fit.
But we do fit. We knew this. Done it plenty of times before.
Done this exact scenario enough times to understand our limits.
We slow down after that. He wraps his hands under her thighs as I hold her calves, and find our rhythm.
In and out, back and forth. One at a time we do this. We fuck her like pros.
I’m gonna miss him. Really fucking miss him.
His face contorts a little. Eyes closing and I know he’s about ready to explode.
Just thinking that gets me there too and a moment later we’re filling her with hot, shooting come.
I get lost here. Close my eyes and just enjoy this last day with my friend. Enjoy this girl I had absolutely no intention of fucking when we walked in.
And I decide it’s a gift.
One I give him. One he gives me.
And hell, why not. One we both give Yvette Nightingale too.
We’re considerate like that.
Chapter Four - YVETTE
I don’t know how I got here.
Well, that’s a lie.
I started drinking just past noon so I’ve got a decent buzz going right now. And it’s been months since I lost myself in sexual pleasure with a stranger.
Owning a bar has perks like that. There are always men coming and going. Maybe they didn’t find what they were looking for out there on the slopes. So they hang out here on Saturday night to get a second chance at getting laid.
And there I am. Like a little golden goddess. Ready and willing to hand over the bartending duties to someone else and take them upstairs to my apartment and give what they need.
What I need too.
Why not? I never see them again. Not once has one ever come back and tried to have a relationship with me.
Which is just fine. Just the way I like it.
And it takes my mind off things. All the bad things better left forgotten.
I wasn’t planning on doing this today, but hey, getting two of them at once like this? Hell, it’s like a little bonus.
Having both of them inside me feels incredible. And I’m just about there—just about to let loose and come all over their dicks—when I feel them come first.
“What the hell?” I whisper.
But it’s too late. They are moaning and groaning. Grinding into me. Into each other as their hot, sticky semen leaks out of my pussy and coats my ass.
Logan lets go of my calves and they drop forward onto AJ’s shoulders. But he pushes them aside and then my boots clank on the floor.
We are officially done.
What the fuck? I didn’t get to come?
AJ is sitting on the table looking down at his huge cock as it rests alongside his lower stomach. Laughing.
Did they leave me hanging on purpose?
I look over at Logan, who is already reaching for a napkin on the nearby table. He wipes off his dick like this is just another thing that needs to be taken care of, then tucks himself away, fastens his pants and buckles his belt and says, to AJ, not me, “I’ll be right back. I gotta go get something from the truck.”
With that said, he grabs his coat, heads for the door, and disappears through it as the bells jingle his exit.
I just turn away, wondering what the hell is happening. I’m not that buzzed. Jesus. What did I just do?
I pull up my pants, leaving them open so I can start buttoning my shirt. Which is a huge task since it’s one of those fancy costume-y shirts with a million tiny buttons that go all the way from my cleavage to my waist.
“Come here,” AJ says.
I look over my shoulder at him. He’s wiping his dick off too. Like I played no part in this little tryst at all. It was just about them.
I turn away, go back to my shirt buttons.
“Hey,” he says, hand on my shoulder so he can turn me around. “Let me help you.” His fingers swat mine away and he starts buttoning me up. “That was fun.”
“Uh… yeah,” I say.
How are men so clueless? I mean did they really think stuffing their cocks down my throat and double-teaming me was enough?
Maybe they just don’t care?
I slap AJ’s hand away from my shirt.
“What?” He laughs.
“You missed one,” I say. “You’re fucking up my buttons. I don’t need your help.”
“Someone’s unhappy.”
“Yeah, well. That happens when expectations aren’t met.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Just… I’m closing. Can you please go so I can lock up?”
He opens his mouth to say something, but in that same moment the bells jingle above the door and Logan appears.
“We have a problem,” he says.
AJ turns around and looks at him. “What kind of problem?”
Logan nods his head to the door. “We can’t get out of here.”
“What? No,” I say, shaking my head. Please don’t tell me…
I walk over to the door, pull it open, walk through the little vestibule, and pull the outer door open too.
A mound of snow falls in and outside, under the dim parking-lot lights, I see what I feared.
Snow is falling in thick sheets. If you’
ve never seen that, it’s hard to imagine. But it’s literally so thick, coming down so fast, I can barely see the lamp post at the edge of my property where it meets the highway. Almost a foot of snow blankets the entire parking lot and there’s a two-foot drift blowing up against the back of their truck.
“Well, shit.” AJ laughs.
“It’s not funny,” I say. “You two need to leave. I’m closing up. So whatever that takes, shoveling… whatever… just do it.”
Logan pushes me back away from the door, and closes it up. “Sorry to ruin your night, but we’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter. That’s what I get for giving into my urges. This is totally what I get. I should’ve just stuck to the plan. Just made them leave before they sat down. At least they’d be stuck on the highway and not in here with me, fucking up my night.
Logan taps AJ on the shoulder and points to the bar. “We need to talk,” he says, disappearing through the door.
I look at AJ, wondering what this is all about. But he just shoots me with his finger and says, “Your lucky day, Yvette,” and then follows his friend inside.
Back inside I find them having a heated whisper-fight in the far corner. But I don’t care about their problems. I go behind the bar, grab my phone, and pray for service.
“Come on, come on, come on,” I mutter, holding my phone up as I walk around the bar and go over to the door. “Please.”
I have a local snowplow guy who would not be happy to come out on a night like this and clear my parking lot, but he’ll do it for the right price. If I can just get a signal…
“Hey.”
I turn around, startled that Logan has walked up right behind me and I didn’t notice.
I need to get my shit together. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol this afternoon was not a good idea. This is a serious situation. If I had known these two inconsiderate jerks would be stuck with me all night, I’d have never—
“Who you trying to call?”
And for some reason it comes out like a threat. Like I’m doing something wrong.
Every one of my inhibited instincts fire off like crazy. Red flags, danger warnings, and flashing lights come to mind.
“The snowplow guy,” I say. “Maybe I can—”
But he snatches my phone right out of my hand and looks at the screen. “No signal,” he says, huffing out some air. As if in relief. “OK. So… we gotta deal.”
“We have a…? We don’t have a deal.”
“No. I mean we have to deal. With this situation. Looks like we’re spending the night.”
I look around. This cannot be happening. It’s like the worst morning-after-a-one-night-stand that could ever happen, only upped a million times.
I sigh. Realize there’s nothing I can do. They’re not going to leave. Even if I could manage to get them out the door and lock up, they’re stuck in my parking lot.
“Well,” I say, resigned to this fate, “I guess you can sleep on the pool table.”
Logan actually guffaws. Loudly. “We know you live upstairs, Yvette. We’ll be sleeping up there with you. You’re not leaving our sight.”
I look at them. First Logan, because he’s right in front of me. Then AJ, who is standing on the other side of the room with his eyebrows raised, like he’s waiting for me to explode.
“How do you know—”
“It doesn’t matter,” Logan says. “We just do. So…” He rubs his hands together. Like he’s eager for something, and not like he’s trying to get warm. “Lead the way. I’m kinda hungry. I’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Hold on,” AJ says, walking towards me. “I think I know what you mean.”
“What?” I say, confused.
He comes right up next to me, takes the unbuttoned edges of my shirt—because, I realize now, I never finished buttoning it up—and swings me side to side a little. Like he’s being playful.
I slap his hands away. “Oh, no, buddy,” I say. “Sorry. Show’s over. Shit just got real and I’m not—”
“She didn’t get off,” AJ says, looking at Logan.
“What?” he says, with some confusion.
“She’s pissed because we came without her.”
“No. Look,” I say, pushing AJ away with two firm hands on his chest. He takes a step back, but just a little one. “I’m fine, OK? I’m good. You guys can sleep down here and—”
“No,” AJ says, grabbing the edges of my partially buttoned shirt again. “We gotta make things right.”
“Really,” I say, trying to be firm. “You do not.”
But now Logan has come up behind me. “Oh,” he says, his tone somewhat softer than it was just a few seconds ago. “Shit. Well.”
“Seriously,” I start. But Logan is already reaching around my waist to slip his hands in my still-unbuttoned jeans.
“Relax,” he says, leaning his face into my neck. “It’s the least we can do.”
I close my eyes when his fingers slip between the lips of my still slick pussy.
AJ leans in and kisses me on the mouth. And even though every fiber of my being is telling me to put a stop to this—make them stop right now before it goes any further…
I can’t.
I just can’t.
I was so worked up a few minutes ago, so ready for the explosion that never happened, that my body reacts the exact opposite way my mind is telling it to.
I stop talking. I stop protesting. I kiss AJ back. I lean in to Logan’s chest to give his fingers better access.
“See,” Logan whispers into my ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
I don’t reply, but my answer is yes.
Which is so fucked up.
So fucked up.
AJ’s fingers are busy unbuttoning my shirt. But he gets frustrated halfway through and just—
“No!”
—rips it open.
He laughs into our kiss. “Sorry, but I don’t like those buttons.” And then he grabs the top edge of my bra and yanks it down, freeing my breasts so he can play with them. “You won’t be needing it after today, anyway.”
OK. Weird. But…
Well… maybe…
Fine.
I’m in. This wasn’t at all what I wanted before they came into the bar. And for sure, it’s bizarre. Everything about this encounter is fucked up and strange.
But I’m here. And they’re here. And we’re…
Yeah.
We are doing this.
Again.
So I say, “OK.”
And they… holy shit. Everything the last time wasn’t, this time is.
Logan begins strumming my clit while AJ kisses me softly. So different than the way we just kissed before. So tender, and caring. So attentive. His tongue swirls against mine so slowly, his lips moving just the right way as his hand continues to play with my breast. Only it’s not rough and hard.
It’s a caress, I realize.
He brushes the pad of his thumb over my nipple, making it become bunched up and hard until it’s peaked to maximum height, and chills run through my entire body.
Logan eases my tight jeans over my hips. Slowly, like AJ’s kiss. Being careful not to pinch or burn my skin this time. He gets them down to about mid-thigh and stops, his fingers returning to the wetness between my legs.
One finger pushes up inside me. Almost lazily. No urgency now. No desperation or lust.
It’s like… it’s like we know each other. Which is stupid. But that’s how it feels. Like a lover who is familiar with all the sweet spots on my body and knows just what to do to make me feel good.
Not make himself feel good.
Me.
Am I hallucinating? What is happening? Did I fall into some half-buzzed dream state where strange men who fucked me hard just a few minutes ago, with only their own desires in mind, are now attentive and thoughtful?
But as soon as that thought materializes in my head, AJ’s finger is pushing inside me too.
Two fi
ngers. Two men.
Like last time with their cocks… only better.
Because it is better. There’s no way for me to pretend this is anything but good.
“Oh, my God,” I say.
Which was exactly what I said last time. But it means something totally different now.
“Like that?” Logan asks.
“Yes,” I say, when he and AJ begin to fuck me with their fingers. One pulling out while the other pushes in. A perfect rhythm.
They’ve done this before. No doubt. And the silly teenager inside me, who almost never makes an appearance these days, feels slightly jealous that I’m not their first.
What the hell is wrong with me?
No time to think more about that, because AJ lowers himself to one knee, spreading the lips of my pussy apart, and begins to lick me while still they fuck me with their fingers.
I look down, because I can’t not watch, and place my hands on AJ’s head, threading my fingers into his hair.
He looks up at me, tongue still swirling, and grins. His eyes bright and sparkling with mischief.
And I come.
All over their fingers.
AJ pulls his finger out, reaches up and smears my own heat and desire all over my lips.
I lick it hungrily as my body spasms and goes limp.
But the last thing I remember before the climax fully hits me is AJ sticking his finger in Logan’s mouth so he can taste me too.
Chapter Five - AJ
I want to fuck her again immediately. And when I look up into Logan’s eyes, I see he does too.
He smiles at me, sucking on my finger like it’s my cock.
He’s never sucked my cock before but I have a feeling about tonight. I have a feeling the three of us are about to do a whole lot of things we’ve never done.
This snowstorm might be the best thing that ever happened to Logan and me.
Hell, Yvette too, from the looks of it.
She goes completely limp and I take mental notes for later. She’s dirty, for sure. She’ll let us use her any way we want. But when we’re done we give her all the things she never gets. All the attention. All the orgasms. All the sweet, sweet sex she craves and wants so desperately.
Deal, I decide. And then I grin just as Logan stops supporting her body and she slumps to the floor in front of me, a pile of satisfied ecstasy.
