Mortified by her body’s betrayal, she felt her pussy weep for it.
She gathered herself, digging deep for every last thread of honor and loyalty, and put her hand on his to stop him. She wouldn’t shriek or make a fuss, but she wouldn’t passively let him have his way.
He turned his hand to grasp hers. His was warm and strong—his fencing hand, she remembered. She knew, down to her toes, that if she tried to tug hers back she would fail. His grip was firm, implacable.
He drove for several minutes just holding her like that. Then he tightened his hold on her, squeezing her hand in silent communication.
After that long embrace, he let go of her hand and put his fingers back on her thigh—her bare skin, above the meager protection of her stockings.
She let him do it. Arching back against the seat, working to silence the rough panting breaths that wanted to tear from her throat, she let him touch her. And when he pressed into the flesh of her thigh, she opened more for him, just as he was instructing. She spread her legs enough for him to get a touch of the silk that covered her pussy.
He slid his finger down and she knew what he was doing—confirming that she was wet.
And letting her know that he knew it.
He was satisfied with that. He left his finger right there for several minutes. When he’d adequately proved his point—she understood that—he took his hand away. He gently closed her thigh and slid her dress back down into place. Then he put both hands on the wheel and calmly joined the discussion about string theory that had Matt and Jack so occupied in the back seat.
Caroline wanted to bury her face in her hands in shame, but she knew Jack, who sat behind Daniel, wouldn’t be oblivious to that. So she worked at stilling her breath and waiting out the storm of sexual excitement that currently rocked her.
She almost had it beat out when Daniel pulled the SUV up outside Jack and Matt’s house. But as he turned fully in the seat to say good night to them and accept, once again, their thanks for dinner, he rested his arm on the back of Caroline’s seat. As he did that, he twisted his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck and stroked her skin there.
It was like a kiss, and, in the light that came on as the back doors opened, he watched her in a manner that had her knowing he was thinking of it the same way. That, if he could, what he’d want would be to have his lips on hers, taking her mouth.
He held her that way until Matt opened her door. “Good night, Caroline,” he said. My sweet.
She was sure he didn’t speak those words out loud. But she heard them.
Chapter Seven
“That was way cool,” Jack said as he stopped her just inside the door to the house and started kissing her. Matt was behind her, and between the two of them, they got her out of her coat. “The best meal I’ve ever had,” he continued, shedding his own coat and then his tie even as he kept possession of her mouth.
Matt had his cold hands on the back of her thighs now, sliding up her garters toward her ass. His lips skimmed the back of her neck, her hair lifted out of the way for him by Jack’s hands. He found that sensitized spot that Daniel had just been stroking, and she moaned.
“But nothing,” Jack went on as he stripped out of his jacket and started unfastening the cuffs of his shirt. “Nothing can compare to what’s about to happen here, Caro. I’ve been thinking about it all night. I’ve been getting hard all night, just waiting to get you right here.”
They’d backed her into Jack’s room by now. Matt turned her to get his own taste of her. “Baby,” he said, between times he thrust his tongue down her throat. “I want this so much. Jack’s going to fuck you, and I’m going to take you in the ass.
“You want it, too, don’t you? Caro?”
“Jesus,” Jack swore. “She does want it. Look at her. She dressed for it. Didn’t you, baby?”
He’d gotten her out of her dress, and both men stepped back to get a good look.
She had indeed dressed for it. She spent almost as much at the lingerie boutique as she had on her dress. She wore a black lace demi-bra that left her nipples bare. A matching garter belt secured her black silk stockings. And another wisp of black silk just barely covered her pussy and slid up her ass in a thin band.
Her nipples were hard and the silk thong was already wet. She was grateful that this double-fuck event was a ready explanation for it. She was so turned on that just the hot gazes of her two men were nearly enough to have her peaking.
They made matters worse, both of them stripping bare as they took her in. Their actions revealed their hard cocks, huge and jutting out hungrily. Matt held himself, stroking as he looked at her. She shuddered, imaging that cock filling her ass while Jack pussy-fucked her.
“Let’s get rid of those little panties and then leave the rest.”
“Good plan.” Jack moved in front of her and knelt. He put his hands on her thighs and slid his tongue in between, stroking that black silk.
Behind her, Matt wrapped the back of the thong around his finger and tugged it, giving her a stimulating little wedgie, drawing her attention. “Open for him, babe,” he instructed. “Spread your legs a little.”
He let go the tension on her thong as she moved, so Jack’s tongue could find her clit. Matt moved his hands to cover her tits. He slid down into the cups of her bra to hold her, then brought his thumbs around to roll her nipples.
She moaned, and her body arched, pressing back into Matt’s bare chest and pushing her pussy forward into Jack’s mouth.
“Christ, she’s hot,” Jack said. He leaned back a little and slid the silk aside so he could put two fingers in her cunt. He looked up at her as he pushed in. “She’s already wet. We could make her come right now. Shall we?”
Yes, she thought. I need it now. Daniel had left her so stimulated that she was ready to explode.
Matt pinched down on her nipples. “No,” he said. “Let’s save it for when we’re both fucking her.”
Caroline groaned, pushing her clit toward Jack’s mouth in protest.
“Let’s do it, then.”
Yes. Fuck, yes.
Jack slid her thong down, and Matt steadied her as she lifted each heel to work out of it. Then he stood and faced her, nudging her toward the bed. “Here, babe. Lie down. I’m gonna fuck you.”
She followed his instructions readily. She lay on her back and spread her legs, knowing they’d both like the look of it. Her tits jutted out above her bra, the nipples turgid from Matt’s use of them. Her black garter framed her pussy, inviting their gaze. And the silk stockings clasped her legs, ending in those mile-high stilettos she wore.
Jack’s nostrils flared as though he could scent her arousal. “Get the lube,” he told Matt. “Use a condom if you want, or else wash up after. I don’t think one round is going to be enough, and next time, you’ll have pussy.”
Because Jack would have her ass next, apparently.
Basic hygiene of the double-fuck. Caroline appreciated the thought, but she needed cock.
Jack heard her unspoken message and gave her his full attention. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it. “Finger yourself,” he said, as he kept his hand moving on his cock. “Use one hand. Play with your nipples with the other.”
Matt was back then, with a tube of lube in one hand. No condom—he was going bare.
He looked at the two of them—Jack and Caroline—stimulating themselves and swore. “Shit,” he said. “Fuck her, Jack.”
Caroline couldn’t agree more. Her body writhed, her pelvis shamelessly lifting in invitation.
Jack clambered onto the bed, his knees spreading her legs. Watching her, putting a hand to her free tit and tugging her nipple hard, he put the head of his cock at her opening. She stilled, waiting for him to plunge.
With a wild groan, he did it, shoving in hard and deep and then fucking her. They both grunted, perilously close to a fast, hard come.
Incomprehensibly, to her, Jack leashed himself back. He slowed his movements, and the e
ffort it took was obvious in the grimace on his face.
Caroline whimpered and tried to work herself against that big cock.
“Not yet, baby,” he soothed. “We’re waiting for Matt.”
* * * *
Matt almost told Jack to go ahead and let her have her release. She obviously needed it bad, and he was enjoying watching the fuck. He was struck again by the wonder of it, the hot turn-on it was to watch Jack fuck Caro.
But ever since Wednesday, when Jack had told him about ass-fucking her, had said he thought she’d be able to handle them double-teaming her, he’d thought of only one thing. This. Taking her in the ass while Jack filled her cunt.
So when Jack got a grip on himself and rolled with her, he opened up the lube. Jack brought her around so she sat on him, her knees up at his side, his cock shoved up her cunt. He spread his legs wide, opening her for the ass-fuck and making room for Matt.
Jack pushed her up a bit, instructing her to prop her hands up on the wooden headboard. That left her ass open for Matt but got her tits free for Jack’s hands. “Go ahead, man,” he said. “Do it.”
He wouldn’t have to say it twice.
Matt climbed onto the bed, snugging right up behind Caroline. He took her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed. He lifted and rolled her a little, opening up her nether hole a bit, getting a look at the way Jack’s cock filled her, stretching her pussy, all of it framed by the hot silk of her garter. He grunted out his pleasure.
She moaned as he squeezed harder. He interpreted it to mean she was asking for more.
He took the lube, put it right in her ass, and shot some in. She shuddered and moaned some more at that. It wasn’t as polite as he might have been, but it gave him a sharp thrill. She didn’t protest. She seemed to like that little bit of dominance he or Jack occasionally showed. He wasn’t going to hold back from taking advantage of her sweet submissive tendency, since it gave him a fucking hot kick.
In fucking heaven, Matt pressed his thumb and first two fingers together and started to circle her hole. He lubed them up and shoved in, just a little. He didn’t go for any depth, but just worked her sphincter, stretching it open for his cock.
Caro let out a raspy little moan. She flexed like she was trying to get away from him, but she didn’t have a chance, impaled there like she was on Jack’s cock.
Jack soothed her, rubbing her tits with his hands and urging her to relax. “You can take it, baby. Remember how good it felt. Let Matt do it.”
Matt tried to gentle his action, but it was too much to ask. “Caro,” he told her. “I need in. I need to fuck your ass.”
She cried out as he pushed his fingers further, reaming her with the whole circumference of the circle he’d formed. But he was pretty sure it was a good cry. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “You can take it.”
She’d better, because he’d reached his limit.
He lifted up and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.
“Oh,” she whimpered. “No, Matt. It’s too much.”
Jack rolled his hips a little, stimulating her cunt. “You can do it, baby. Let it happen. I’ve got her clit, Matt. Go ahead.”
Matt could only just keep himself from flailing away at her. As slowly as he could, he slid all the way in.
Caro whimpered out a skittery little breath. Jack kept encouraging her, reassuring, while Matt was feeling his eyes roll back in his head with the pleasure of it.
She was so tight, stretched around two hard cocks. “Baby,” he said and hoped it didn’t sound too much like begging. “Baby, are you okay?”
She gave him the smallest, encouraging moan. He hoped.
“She’s good, Matt,” Jack said. He brought her down for a kiss. “Just fuck her a little, nice and slow. Let her get used to it.”
He followed Jack’s advice, hoping Caro was on board. “Fuck, baby, that’s good. Ah, Caro.”
He grasped her hips to steady her against his thrusts, and after a couple minutes of it, Caro started to moan again. He didn’t have to wonder anymore what the sound she was making meant—she was loving it. Soon she used words to tell him so.
Jack groaned out his own pleasure and, from below, started to pump into her pussy. It was an incredible sensation, feeling his friend’s cock fill and stretch her, even as he did the same.
None of them lasted long. Matt started his come first, unable to refrain from letting loose, able to do nothing but pound into her. His grip squeezed down on her as he filled her to the hilt, shooting his cum into her. “Ahh,” he growled, rolling his head, nearly howling. His ears rang, and he wasn’t sure his head hadn’t exploded.
Jack and Caro were just as hot, each of them coming even as he started to spurt. Jack arched up off the bed, ramming his cock into her pussy, yelling out like a madman of fuck.
Sweet, fucked Caro was overcome with it. Her convulsions started with Matt’s first burst into her. She ground down on him like she wanted it, like she’d forgotten every little bit of her nervous hesitation. Like she needed him deeper.
She didn’t start to come down, didn’t even plateau, before Jack’s wild last fucks had her riding up and down, actively fucking both cocks.
She collapsed, still shivering and twitching, and Matt came down on top of her, making a sweet Caro sandwich.
* * * *
Jack knew they dozed that way, Caro all boneless on top of him, Matt draped over her. He knew that Matt had gotten up after a while and gone to the bathroom.
Oh, yeah. He’d promised round two. Matt had cleaned up for it.
The thought of it had him stirring—one particular part of him, at least. He nudged the woman lying on top of him.
“Caro, baby. We’re not done. I told you I’d want your ass.”
She moaned and swatted away his hand where he was patting her encouragingly.
He had to chuckle.
What a fucking bit of heaven he’d found himself. “Sweetheart.” He was all the way hard now and flexed into her a bit.
He smiled and stroked her. He was still stunned by it, that incredible double-fuck. Yeah, so he’d known it could be done. He spent as much time on YouPorn as the next guy.
Until Caro, the appeal of it had entirely escaped him. In general, when he fucked a woman, he wanted her undivided attention. Plus, he happened to love pussy. He really didn’t see the advantage of ass-fucking when a woman had a perfectly good cunt.
Well, he’d learned the error of that assumption on Wednesday. He should have known better. Testing assumptions was like, Science 101.
So, okay, fucking a woman’s ass was its own sort of bliss.
But double-fucking a woman—when the woman was Caro, and the other dude was Matt, and they both loved her, and she loved them. Well, fuck. That was over the top, out-and-out heaven.
And thinking about it, just innocently counting his blessings, had him all revved up for another go-around.
Just once more, one more double-fuck with him taking the backseat, and he’d let the woman have her hard-earned rest.
They’d take her side-lying, he thought. All she’d have to do was lie there.
He slid his stiffy out of her and turned her to face Matt.
“Here, baby,” he said. “Look, Matt wants it, too.”
So that might have been yet another assumption, but he knew he could count on his buddy to have his back.
“We both love you.” That was another tack that might work better.
Well, maybe Matt had the best approach. He’d started kissing her and stroking his hands over her body. He lifted her top thigh and pulled it over her hip.
Jack could see Matt’s hard cock then, peeping from between her thighs as he stroked it over her pussy. See, Matt did want it.
Caro slid out a little interested moan, and Jack had to give it to Matt. Demand sex, but follow through with a little foreplay.
Lesson learned.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. He ran his hand around her front and sta
rted chafing at her breasts. “That’s good. You want it, too, don’t you, baby?”
“Jack,” she said and turned her head enough to look at him.
He took advantage and gave her a hard kiss. “What, baby?”
She sent him a tough look, but he could see the twinkle in her eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
He grinned, holding her gaze while he spoke to Matt. He kept his hand on her tit, squeezing the nipple good now. “You about ready to fuck her, man?”
Matt met his eyes over Caro’s head—there was laughter there, too, and heat. “Shit, yeah.”
“Do it then.”
Jack kept watching her, saw the pleasure she felt when Matt filled her.
“Keep looking at me, Caro. I want to see you when I do this.”
He took the lube and gave her a shot of it. Then, without pause, he pushed his cock up her ass. He went slowly, but he didn’t stop until he was all the way in.
They were both pushed into her, filling her to the hilt.
Jack knew she struggled to keep her head turned, keep her gaze on his. Her breath was rapid, rough. Her eyes were hot, excited.
He watched her and flexed once into her. “You like it, don’t you?”
She shivered a little, her body not quite under her control. “I love it, Jack. Matt.”
“What do you want us to do now?”
“Fuck me.”
“Both of us?”
“Yes.”
“You want a double-fucking.”
“Yes.”
“You need it.”
“Yes.”
Finally, Jack let her go. He sank down behind her and pushed his other hand underneath her so he had both her tits. Matt took her mouth, kissing her hungrily.
She was already moaning when Jack drew back and then slammed hard into her. He held deep inside her, waiting, and then Matt did the same.
They took turns for a while, alternately shoving good, hard fucks into her.
But soon it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t in him to wait while Matt had his go at her.
And she didn’t seem to care. He was milking her tits, squeezing her nipples. And Matt had a hand on her thigh, pulling her leg hard up over his hip and opening her up for Jack’s thrusts.
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