Giving Jonathan’s proffered hand a halfhearted slap, Gage grinned. “Yeah, she was pretty good. What I can remember of it.”
“And you said Heather is even better than her?” Jonathan guided him back to the business at hand.
“Yeah, man, she really is. She’s hard and she’s soft. She’s generous, but takes what she wants. I’ve never been with a woman like her. It was,” he paused, his mind momentarily drifting back to the dining room and Heather’s tits wrapped around his throbbing cock. He shifted positions, trying to hide the fact that he’s gotten hard again. All it took was a moment’s thought about her and he had a raging hard on. He was never going to survive this. “It was indescribable. I’ve never seen hands do what hers did or a mouth that could… yeah.”
“Wow, yeah, this I’ve got to see.” Jonathan took another healthy swig of his beer.
“She said you’d say that.”
“What?!” This revelation startled the teasing tone right out of Jonathan’s voice.
Gage sighed. “She said you’d want to know what it was like to be with a sturdy girl. She knows you generally only like girls who need a sandwich. Well, more like the entire Subway franchise, but anyway,” he chuckled. “And we sort of agreed that you should learn to appreciate what other types of women can offer. So she said I should bring you up to the house some time and she’d teach us both a thing or two.” Gage collapsed back against the couch again, overcome with the magnitude of what he’d just confessed to his best friend.
“Hoooly shit, dude!” Jonathan put down his beer, a testament to how excited and surprised he was. Jon-o wouldn’t part with a beer for anything. Gage had witnessed him making out with a girl while on the dance floor at a club, one hand on the chick, the other on his beer. He must be serious. “Please tell me you said yes?”
“Would you knock it off, man? This is Heather we’re talking about,” Gage was surprised to hear his voice sound so strangled.
“All the more reason why we should do it. I mean, you’ve already said she offered. And if she wants to teach me a thing or two, I’d gladly be her student,” Jonathan replied with enthusiasm. Seeing his friend’s distress, his voice softened, “I don’t want to get in between whatever the hell it is that’s going on between you two, of course. I’m just saying, it’s a hell of an offer and I don’t think we should turn it down. We’ve not had a good three-way since college. I think we’re long overdue.”
Gage nodded slowly. This was true. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen his best friend in flagrante delicto. So why was he holding back? Whatever the hell it was that had passed between himself and Heather, he knew that Jonathan wouldn’t change it. And it would be nice to finally shut him up about both his step-mom’s hotness and skinny bitches all in one fell swoop. Picking up his phone, he sent a short text to Heather.
“Fuck, why the hell not?” he sighed.
Chapter Eight
Heather looked up from her reading to watch the boys walk in through the sun porch. Boys. Well, they’d be men after she was finished with them tonight. Rising, she went to greet them with open arms.
“Jonathan, it’s so good to see you again,” she cooed as she pressed his lean form against her. He mumbled a greeting and hugged her back, hard. Towering over her by the age of thirteen, he had always liked the feel of her chest pressed against his middle.
“Gage, sweetie,” she enveloped him in a hug, noticing that he was already growing with excitement. Oh, tonight was going to be fun indeed!
“Hey, Heather,” he tried to keep his voice aloof, but his strong arms around her waist said it all. Sure, he was here for a night of fun with his best friend, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel much more for her. She inhaled deeply, relieved.
Crossing to the kegerator and grabbing a pint glass, she asked, “do you boys want a beer?” After they both responded affirmatively, she began expertly filling three glasses. “I’m glad you two came to hang out with me. Usually, I don’t mind the quiet, but this big house feels like a tomb tonight.” She shivered.
Gage appeared behind her, retrieving two glasses filled to the brim with beer and only a scant amount of foam. He handed one to Jonathan and sipped the other gratefully. It’s going to take a bit of alcohol to calm my nerves, he thought.
“Don’t worry, Heather. Gage and I won’t let the boogey man get you,” Jonathan assured with a grin. “Well, unless you want to add our fourth to our party.” He leaned back against the couch, laughing heartily.
Gage groaned, embarrassed at how forward his best friend could be some times. In general, his lack of tact came in handy. But this time, Gage couldn’t help wishing he could tape his best friend’s mouth shut. Maybe Heather had duct tape in her plans for the night. Gage smiled at the mental image of his friend mute and immobile.
Heather sashayed across the hand-woven oriental rug and patted Jonathan’s cheek. “Well, isn’t someone the cheeky monkey tonight?” She’d called him a cheeky monkey since the very first time they’d met, over a decade ago. The familiar phrase and Heather’s easy attitude calmed the tension that had been building in the room.
Settling herself into a wing-backed chair and tucking her feet to the side, Heather asked, “I heard you had a thing for stick figure girlies, Jon-o. What’s up with that? Do you like grinding on sacks of bones?”
“Touché,” Jonathan grinned. “I hear that I have yet to learn the finer things in life; such as the art of making love with a curvaceous hottie like yourself, Heather. Want to help teach me?”
“Perhaps,” Heather responded noncommittally over her beer. If Jon-o was going to be brash, she could play it coy for a little bit. He’d learn soon enough how the game was played.
Chapter Nine
“I think we should move this party upstairs, boys. What do you say?” Heather quirked an eyebrow toward the grand marble staircase that swept through the entry hall.
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Jonathan jumped to his feet. Gage followed suit, trying to surreptitiously adjust his shorts.
“Give it up, Gage. I like knowing you’re hard. It turns me on in a major way. I’m already wet just seeing your excitement. Let’s go, sweetie.” Heather patted the growing bulge in his shorts, then took his hand and led him toward the stairs. She swatted Jonathan’s ass as he mounted the stairs two at a time ahead of her.
The trio burst into Heather’s bedroom. Jonathan immediately settled himself into one of the two oversized arm chairs in the sitting area, preparing himself for the show. Heather led Gage to the king-sized canopy bed and, with a gentle shove, made him sit down.
“Oh no, Jon-o. You don’t get to sit and watch. You have to earn your pleasure, same as Gage. Get over here,” Heather instructed. She wagged a reproachful finger in his direction.
Usually one to argue whenever bossed around, Jonathan surprised them all by coming to stand beside her near the bed without a word. Perhaps it was the cool air in the darkened room or maybe it was the strict edge in Heather’s voice. Whatever it was, Jonathan was done arguing.
“That’s better,” she purred, her hands smoothing the fabric of his shirt over his lean chest. “I like it when my boys listen. Don’t I, Gage?” She looked to Gage expectantly, moistening her lips.
“Yes ma’am. You like it when your boys listen,” Gage repeated obediently. Heather rewarded him with a deep kiss. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her on top of him. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths as their hands spread across one another’s bodies. With just a few tugs, he was naked, clothes flung about the room haphazardly. He grabbed her ass and pulled him to her. Her legs parted as she straddled him.
Pulling his hair gently, she broke the kiss and looked down at him. “Maybe your friend should get a little of the treatment you got yesterday. What do you think?” she asked solicitously.
Reaching for her breasts, he replied, “yeah, I think he should learn what it’s like to be with a curvy girl. Teach him a good lesson, Heather
.”
Not needing further instructions, Jonathan tore off his shirt as Heather pulled down his workout shorts. His cock wasn’t as thick as Gage’s, but she was thrilled to see that it was still quite long. Stroking him quickly, she found that he was also impressively hard. Yes, this was going to be fun.
She twirled her tongue around his head as if it were an ice cream cone, eliciting a groan from Jonathan. He buried his fingers in her hair. She froze. Nipping slightly at the tip of his cock with her teeth, she looked up at him with reproach in her deep blue eyes.
“No. You don’t get to decide when and how. I do,” her voice was soft and calm, but forceful. “Keep your hands at your sides or you will be punished.” She swirled her tongue around his head where her teeth had just been.
Jonathan immediately dropped his hands at his sides. Gage propped himself up and smirked, enjoying seeing his friend kept in line so easily. Heather smiled up at Jonathan and stroked his cock back to life. She did like the young ones. They recovered so much more quickly.
“That’s better,” she whispered, her hot breath on his head. Butterflying her tongue along its underside, she took his entire cock down her throat without hesitation. Her soft lips tightened around his swollen base. Jonathan’s eyes bulged. He looked to Gage, incredulous. Gage shot back a look that said, “I told you so.” Jonathan clenched his hands into fists at his sides and ground his teeth. Gage wasn’t joking; she was the best.
Massaging his balls with her hand and tugging gently at them, Heather began bobbing up and down, stroking Jonathan’s cock with her tongue as she swallowed him over and over again. Once she had him good and slippery, Heather released his cock from her mouth. A moan escaped him unbidden, not wanting her to stop.
“Lay down on the bed,” she commanded, standing. She pointed at the bed and gently pushed Jonathan in the right direction.
Jonathan did as she instructed and she straddled his legs. Using her hands, she guided his cock between her breasts and began to stroke him between the soft orbs. He grabbed the damask satin duvet with both hands, groaning. His hips lifted, wanting more. She released his cock from between her tits and gave him a hard look.
“No, be still. I choose when you cum, not you. Lay back and enjoy it. You’ve never been tit fucked by a girl with real tits before, have you?” she asked, already knowing his answer. She could always tell. Fake tits were no good for tit fucking.
“No, ma’am. I haven’t,” he gasped, following Gage’s example of the proper way to answer her questions. At this point, he would have done just about anything to get her to continue her ministrations and bring him to climax.
“I didn’t think so. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” she cooed, rubbing one very erect nipple against his oh so sensitive head.
“No, ma’am. I haven’t,” his words were no more than a whisper. His hands twisted the duvet, his desperation for release showing. His cock throbbed as more precum beaded at the head.
“Good boy. Gage, get behind me. I want you to take me while I tit fuck your friend.” She rolled her hips, dipping her breasts against Jonathan’s thighs, in readiness for Gage to take her.
Gage, did as he was told, positioning himself behind Heather’s wide ass, which was displayed invitingly from under her short skirt. God, he loved that she never wore underwear. He slid the skirt up around her waist with his fingertips and waited.
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed as he kissed along her exposed back.
She took Jonathan’s pulsating cock between her soft breasts again and moved up and down, stroking him. Gage rubbed his thick cock against her slick pussy, teasing her slightly. She pressed back towards him, rolling her hips to make herself even more open to him.
“Gage,” her tone was a warning. She needed him. She wanted him. Now.
Grasping her generous hips, he drove home. Her pussy was so tight, he could only plunge his cock halfway into her on the first thrust, but he quickly pulled back and pressed into her again, this time reaching his base. He looked down and saw her soft, pink pussy lips stretched around his cock and thought he was going to lose it right then. Taking a deep breath, he began to pull out, preparing for another long thrust.
She gasped, then shrieked as her muscles tightened around him so hard he couldn’t move. He felt her pussy work his cock as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. She gasped and panted, her pussy slowly releasing him.
“More,” she begged. He pulled out of her slowly, then slammed his thick cock back into her tight pussy.
Jonathan groaned as he reached his release, shooting cum all over Heather’s tits and his chest. She bent to suck his cock empty and then to lick him clean. Girls his age only spit, if they let him cum in their mouths at all. Heather was something truly special.
The new angle stretched her even more around Gage’s throbbing member. He thrust into her again and again, her whole body shaking as he reached her farthest depths. She began to quake again and Jonathan reached to massage her breasts and rolled her hypersensitive nipples between his fingertips.
She screamed, her body convulsing in the men’s hands as she reached her climax once more. His cock clamped tight inside her pussy, Gage let out a growl as he emptied himself inside her. His release triggered yet another for Heather and she worked his cock with her tight pussy, draining him dry.
When they’d both come down from the blinding pleasure of their climaxes, Gage fell to the side and pulled Heather with him. He cradled her in his arm, her head resting on his still heaving chest. She clung to him, still shaking.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” Jonathan gushed. “Heather, you are unbelievable. Your tits… incredible.”
“You’re not done yet.” It was more of a command than a question. The boys knew Heather was still in charge.
Gently extracting herself from Gage’s arms, she dropped light kisses on his cheeks and lips. Then, she sat up and looked at Jonathan. Twisting to reach him, she began gently kissing and nipping his ears, his neck, across his collarbone. She could feel his breathing pick up. Bolstered by his obvious pleasure, she straddled him again, this time rubbing her slick pussy lips over his cock. He was already starting to get hard again. She grinned devilishly up at him. God, she loved young cock.
Kissing and nipping, then licking, she paid tribute to his ears, neck, and chest. She swirled her tongue around his small nipples, then held them between her teeth as she pulled back slightly. He groaned and raised his hips to press his full erection against her warm pussy.
Instantly, she released his nipple and ground her hips hard against him.
“What did I tell you about trying to make things happen before it’s time?” she asked, an edge to her voice.
Chastened, he responded, “you said not to. You said I have to be patient and wait for you to be in control.” He gasped, the pain of the pressure on his growing cock intermingled with pleasure.
Her head dipped to lick his still erect nipple. Her lips barely brushed it as she whispered, “that’s right. Do as I say and you will be rewarded. If you don’t listen, you’ll be punished.”
“Yes ma’am. I’ll listen.”
Again she ground her hips into him, the pain making way to pleasure which made his cock throb until he thought he might lose it right there. He twisted the fabric of the duvet cover in his hands, wanting desperately to grab her by the hips and take her with all his strength.
“That’s better,” Heather murmured. She dipped her hips and took his entire long, pulsating meat in one thrust. “Gage, come here. I want you in my mouth.”
Gage did as he was told, coming to Heather’s side and holding his burgeoning hard on in his hand.
“Good boy.” She rewarded him by slipping her velvety soft lips over his head and swallowing him completely.
Slowly, she began to bob up and down on Jonathan’s cock while expertly sucking Gage. The men exchanged looks of incredulity, then both shrugged, deciding that enjoying her ministrations was more important than quest
ioning how she had such skill.
She increased the pace, matching her mouth with the speed of her powerful legs which drove Jonathan’s long cock deep into her over and over again. She moaned, her throat vibrating Gage’s cock in a way he’d never felt before. She slammed down on Jonathan’s rod as her body began to convulse, her pussy squeezing him so hard he thought he might burst.
Unable to hold out any longer, Gage shot his hot seed down her throat. She gulped it hungrily, not losing a drop. Licking him clean, she released him. He fell back against the pillows, sated. She bounced a few more times on Jonathan before her body was racked with another orgasm, this one even harder than the last.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed to no one in particular.
Giving up trying to follow her rules, Jonathan grabbed her ample hips and held her down hard, forcing his cock deep into her as she came over and over again. Her tight pussy squeezed his cock until he also came, filling her with his hot jizz.
She collapsed on top of him, her breath coming hard and fast. She sighed, satisfied at least for the moment. Sliding him gently out of her, she fell to the side. Gage curled behind her and pulled her against his chest. She relaxed easily into his arms.
Chapter Ten
Her head popped out of the clear blue water with a splash. She stood in the shallow end and looked around the patio. Spotting him, her face broke into a huge grin.
“Hey there, stud!”
“What’s up, pretty lady?”
It had become their routine that he would come out to chat while she did her morning swim. The growing light of daybreak cast soft shadows on her face. There was no mistaking the glow that seeing him brought to her cheeks, regardless of the lighting.
It was two weeks after their little ménage a trois with Jonathan. While they’d not invited him to the bedroom again, Heather and Gage had spent almost every night together since.
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