by Lola Newmar
Taylor let her head fall back as she struggled to keep her breath. As Jay sucked her nipples, Brody traced his finger along the strip of lace wedged between her ass cheeks. He started at the top and slowly traced his fingertip down until it reached her hot mound. The aching convulsions occurring in her creaming channel became painful with need. She started to grind her pussy against Jay’s rock-hard abs, trying her best to relinquish the torture that drenched her folds.
She couldn’t resist reaching down in the water to wrap her hand around the impressive hard-on that fought to rip through Jay’s boxer briefs. He hissed air through his teeth at her touch, making Taylor’s nipples tingle at the sound of his obvious pleasure.
Jay gripped Taylor’s waist, softly digging his fingertips in her back while she slowly stroked up and down his rock-hard length. Her grip glided over his soft skin in the water, and the engorged head of his cock throbbed in her hand. She couldn’t remember wanting to taste a man so damn badly, and she licked her lips at the mere thought of his long dick filling her throat.
Taylor gripped her thighs tight around Jay’s waist, and she began maneuvering Jay’s erection so it rubbed and tapped her clit. She moaned loudly, feeling the large, mushroomed head throb against the sensitive hood. Brody continued to lick the back of her ear, flicking her earlobe with his tongue as he made the hottest husky moans.
The low groans of both men had Taylor wiggling with need. Jay’s erection laid flat against her swollen nub, and Brody’s hard-on was lying against the lace between her ass cheeks. Their cocks were both incredibly long and wide. Who was bigger seemed to only depend on their individual states of arousal.
She rocked her hips back and forth, allowing both cocks to grind against different parts of her barely covered pussy. The head of Jay’s dick teased her pearl through the lace of her panties. Her pussy lips were swollen with desire and were spilling out the sides of her thong, giving Brody access to caress them with his cock from behind.
As Brody kissed the back of her neck, he would thrust against the material between her ass cheeks and up until he would almost touch Jay. They were both beginning to slow down a little, and Taylor sensed they were now struggling to keep control of their excitement.
Both men had one hand on each of her hips. They slowly inched their fingers to the hot area between her shuddering thighs. The combined heat of their skin covered her, and Taylor released a long sigh from the satisfaction of finally having them both touch her pussy as the same time. Each man used two fingers to trace small circles on either side of her clit, and Taylor panted heavily as she rode against their touches.
“Come for us, Taylor,” Jay demanded in a husky tone. “We want to see how beautiful you can sound when we really push you over.”
“Wait,” she panted. “Softer. Please. It’s... Oh! It’s too much.”
Then she felt the sharp clasp of Jay’s lips and teeth around a nipple, and just as she was about to scream their names, they were interrupted by the loud splashing of a bunch of college-aged kids down on the other side of the lake.
Taylor pushed herself away from the men, ignoring their frustrated, disappointed curses as she quickly swam under the pier to hide from view. The students didn’t seem to have noticed them, so Taylor took the opportunity to swim to the grass and run into the magnolia grove to get dressed. Brody and Jay were not far behind her.
“Like we really need yet another reason to be annoyed by obnoxious frat guys,” Brody complained as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Taylor focused on ignoring the painful ache lingering in her pussy, an unpleasant result from not reaching satisfaction after such a long period of buildup. She walked with the men back down the worn path until they were far from the rambunctious pile of testosterone.
“We’ll grab you something to eat on the way to your aunt’s,” Brody said once they reached the road.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that, really.”
“We insist.” Jay’s voice was low, but the domination was loud and clear. He must have realized how harsh he sounded because he quickly looked down at Taylor and gave her one of those rare half-smiles then possessively wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked to the truck. Taylor smiled back and walked a little closer to him.
On the way back into town, Brody had called for a pickup order of the chocolate dessert she had ordered a few days ago at Hester’s, explaining she needed another chance to finish it since they had been rudely interrupted. The order was waiting for them when they pulled up into Hester’s parking lot, the familiar young waiter waiting outside the entrance with a smile on his face.
In just a few short moments, they arrived at Aunt Veronica’s walkway. Taylor turned to Brody and Jay, feeling a little awkward while images of their three bodies tangled together in the lake kept popping into her head. “Well, I better go in and shower.”
“What’s that?” Brody was pointing at something in Veronica’s back yard.
Taylor turned her head to see what he was indicating. “Oh, that’s the tool shed.”
Suddenly, two large bodies were herding her over to the small, windowless shed, each holding an arm in their grips as her small feet shuffled to catch up with their large steps. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Oh, come on, Taylor,” Jay pushed her into the dark storage space, “you didn’t really think we would leave you hanging like that, did you? You think I didn’t notice you shifting while we were walking over here, trying to get rid of that pain throbbing in your little pink clit?”
“This is crazy. If you want me to invite you in, just say so.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jay suddenly picked her up by the waist and laid her flat on her back on the nearest working table. The doors made a soft thud sound as they sealed shut. The shed was completely dark, and Taylor had no idea which man was where.
“Jay? Brody?” There was just complete silence. She couldn’t stop the fear of the unknown from washing panic over her sinking heart.
Taylor tried to get off the table, but two large hands held her firmly down, causing a loud gasp of surprise to escape her lips. The strong hands suddenly started to massage her tits vigorously. She then heard a loud ripping sound as the hands pulled down the neckline of her dress, tearing it half-way down the middle of her torso to gain direct access to her stiff nipples. Someone pinched the exposed buds in excitement, softly then roughly, even softer then even rougher.
“Ooh! Mmm, ow, ooh!” The mystery man groaned at the pleasure and pain he inflicted on her. He pinched down very hard, but the pain only intensified the jolt of electricity sparking its way down to her womb.
Another pair of hands tore away the last scraps of her dress that remained and tore her panties completely off. The action produced another loud ripping of cloth to fill the small, dark shed. The sound unleashed the wanton woman buried inside the southern belle all over again.
“Oh yes! Smell how much I need you.” Taylor’s hips bucked over and over, desperately searching for a part of their bodies to wet with her cream.
Then she felt one of the men lift both of her hips off the table, gripping her ass as he held her lower half high in the stuffy air. She felt the tip of someone’s nose rub against her engorged clit, and then she heard an anonymous, drawn out “mmm” and he sniffed her.
“I want your mouths all over me,” Taylor whispered to the figures in the darkness.
She heard two low chuckles from the darkness. They didn’t use their voices to answer her. Instead, their teeth began to lightly nip the skin of her ass cheeks and the sides of her breasts.
“Oh, yes, take me any way you want me,” she pleaded desperately. She had no idea which man was at what end, but she was already eager to surrender her will to them both. They remained completely silent in response.
Suddenly, she felt a wet, hot mouth against her dripping, convulsing cunt. Taylor’s body jerked violently in response to the magical, heavenly tongue that swept its way from between her ass cheeks, up
to tongue-fuck her opening, and then she finally screamed out as the firm head strummed against her pulsating pearl.
The heavy man leaning over her chest began jiggling Taylor’s tits in his hands as he let her stiff nipples dance over the surface of his face. He moaned primitively as she arched her body closer to him, silently begging him to take her tits for his pleasure. Once she felt his teeth gently clasp down on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other, she immediately felt the sparkling sensation of an orgasm coming on.
Taylor’s shrieks grew louder. “Oh, yeah! Yeah, suck me, both of you.”
The mouth feasting on her folds blew cool air on her heated mound between the vibrating growls he made against her pussy. He sounded like a wild wolf that was having his first meal in days. He slurped and moaned and licked like she was the best thing he ever tasted.
Taylor screamed their names as one hand reached to grip the head between her quaking thighs and the other reached over to the head of curls moving over her swollen nipples.
They both sucked hard as her womb tightened and her peak resuscitated her once-aching heart. Just when she thought her climax would start to recede, the hungry man between her thighs inserted two large fingers in her channel and a moaning mouth bit down on a sore nipple, causing her climax to last several waves longer than she ever thought possible. She ground her pussy against the mouth between her legs until her orgasm passed several moments later.
Taylor continued to lay limp on the table as she struggled to recover from the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
“You sounded so beautiful, baby.” She loved how Brody called her ‘baby’ like it was the most natural thing in the world. They shared a soft kiss in the dark, and then he released her.
“My-My legs feel like jelly,” she managed to say between pants of breath.
“Hold on. Don’t move.” Jay’s husky whisper gave her pussy a final shiver. She felt him move up her body, and his tongue wedged between her lips. She softly sucked it until he backed up, as well. She grew more confused when she tasted her desire on both their tongues. Had they tag-teamed devouring her cunt and tits without her even noticing?
Light flooded in the shed for just a brief moment as the men opened the shed door. Jay peeled the large shirt from his body and handed it to her with a soft smile. She pulled it over her torn dress, loving the way she seemed to swim in the giant shirt.
Brody poked his head out the door, scanning left and right. “Okay, looks like the coast is clear.”
Before Taylor realized what was happening, Jay lifted her in his arms without a hint of strain. Taylor knew she was a petite girl, but she couldn’t help but to be insecure about how heavy she must have been to him. She decided not to protest when Jay began gliding through Aunt Veronica’s yard as if he was carrying a feather-light doll.
When they came to the front porch, Jay gently placed her on her feet. Brody was immediately in front of her when her legs gave out. He caught her right before she was going to fall to her knees.
“Whoa there, sugar.” Brody kept his hands on either side of her waist as she struggled to maintain balance. She looked up at him, and he was staring at her with tender, loving eyes. She smiled at him and didn’t hold back the urge to kiss him. She weaved her fingers through his damp hair as he came in deeper.
Suddenly she was jerked back hard then whipped around to face Jay. He immediately crushed his lips into hers, sending a delicious yearning straight to her clit which caused it to swell right back up. Just as she wrapped her arms around his thick body, he broke their kiss. “Goodnight, Taylor.” He then moved to the side, and Brody stepped up to her.
“Goodnight, baby.” Brody gave her another brief yet passionate kiss.
She couldn’t speak and was barely able to manage to wave goodbye to the men as they walked back to their truck.
Chapter 5
Leaving her damp shoes on the porch, Taylor slowly opened her aunt’s front door, poked her head inside, and scanned the area for any trace of Aunt Veronica. Confident she was alone, she quickly tiptoed to the bathroom, doing her best to avoid dripping water on the carpet. Her dress and hair were still pretty wet. Well, not just her dress and hair…
Although she was anxious to get some food in her stomach, she was in desperate need of a shower before she could even think of returning to a functioning human being. She started the warm shower and made sure all her bath products were accessible.
She pulled Jay’s T-shirt off and looked in the mirror. She giggled at the sight of scattered blades of grass clinging to the curves of her body.
She went over to the hamper to place the shirt inside, but then she hesitated. She looked down at the bundle and pressed the fabric against her nose. Even beneath the heavy smells of sun, grass, and lake water, she could still detect the clean, musky scents of Jay and Brody. She reached down and placed a finger between her pussy lips. Just as she expected, she was dripping wet again for them already. Trying to focus on the mission at hand, she tossed the dress in the hamper and stepped into the tub, doing her best to shake away her lustful thoughts.
The warm shower immediately relaxed her, flowing down her skin, as comforting as a mother’s touch. She scrubbed her body with Dove soap as she washed away the day’s harsh elements. When she glided the slippery bar of soap over her breasts, her nipples immediately became erect with need, and the memory of Jay’s and Brody’s hot tongues lapping the tight buds had her pinching her throbbing clit before she even realized her hand had made its way between her legs.
“Oh, stop! You don’t need to come every damn few minutes,” Taylor scolded herself aloud. Before her pussy could win another argument with her logic, she turned off the hot water and forced herself to stand under the cold shower. Once her horny desire began to subside, she stepped out and dried off.
She applied her melon-cucumber lotion, combed her hair, then walked to her aunt’s bedroom wrapped in her towel. She knew Veronica had a large collection of over-sized men shirts under her bed. Taylor scanned through a few before settling on a feather-soft, gray tee with a vintage Cowboys logo on the front. She loved the feeling of the fabric as it brushed against her freshly-shaven thighs.
Taylor walked to the next room where she was staying. She grabbed her laptop off her nightstand and sat on her bed, placing it on her lap as she settled into her usual surfing position.
She hadn’t checked her email all week, so there were about twenty unread messages. She scanned through the senders, and she paused on an unfamiliar address. The sender was [email protected], and the message subject was simply “Amber Fox.” When she opened it, the only thing in the body of the message was a long link for her to click on. She recognized the Web site’s name in the beginning of the link.
Taylor hesitated, not quite sure if she should click on the infamous domain. “Oh, hell, every southern girl has her right to a little gossip on occasion.” She clicked on the blue, underlined type before the guilt returned.
The Web site was called Allegedly.com, and it was the Frankenstein of Dallas blogger and socialite, Emilio Estefan. Emilio was a twenty-one-year-old, self-made Dallas celebrity. As the son of immigrant parents from Mexico City, Emilio was raised with the value of hard work. The result was a Web site that now generated thousands of dollars per ad sale. Last Taylor had heard, that resulted in Emilio receiving about $750,000 per month. Not too bad for a first-generation American citizen.
A youthful, bubbly voice sounded from the laptop speakers. “Hola y howdy. My name is Emilio Estefan. Welcome to Allegedly, your go-to spot for all things trashy, nasty, Dallas, and fabulous. Aye ya yi!”
The Web link had led her to a thread that listed any articles mentioning Amber Fox. Taylor began with an article dating back two days ago.
“Has Amber Fox Had Too Many Cocks?!? Only Emilio has the uncensored pics!”
As Taylor scrolled down, her hand covered her mouth as she gasped in utter horror.
There on the World Wide Web was a
collection of paparazzi pictures featuring an obviously inebriated Amber Fox getting out of her BMW, wearing a short pink dress and no panties. The paparazzi definitely got their money shot that night. But the most shocking of all was the next picture. It was a close-up of Amber’s vagina, covered in oozing open sores!
Taylor shook her head in shock as she brought herself to read the article underneath the pictures.
“Cochina of the Week” goes to Amber Fox. Looks like Miss Fux-a-lot has been served too much spotted dick pudding. The Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose contestant was photographed late Saturday night outside of Plush Lounge as she was getting out of her tacky custom pink Beamer. Photogs say Amber parked her car on the curb, spent ten minutes “drinking cola” then crawled out of her car in a drunken stupor.
Lucky for us, the “Head-Mistress” (as the Cowboys and Mavericks are rumored to affectionately refer to her) has the grace of a redneck truck driver. Little Miss Sophistication gave us a full-on view of her pus-oozing va-jay-jay. (Excuse me, mijitos, I need to barf…Ok, I’m back.) The word on the street is Amber caught herpes from Daybed druggie drummer, Bobby Smalls, who she’s been fucking dating since beauty-queen/heart disease ambassador Taylor Ewing introduced them backstage at a Daybed concert a couple of months ago…Allegedly!