by Kerri Carr
What I want right now is to feel her mouth on my pussy. It’s been so long.
Mark my words, this is going to end badly.
Decision made, I did not try to stop her when she pushed my legs apart.
“Shit Daisy, your pussy looks so good to suck.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered as her head lowered between my legs and she pressed her mouth to my wet, warm center. My hand instinctively went to her hair to cup the back of her head.
She was sucking now at my labia, pulling the flesh into her mouth. What started as gentle sucking and licking became frantic. Not before long, she pushed my legs up into my chest as she stabbed her tongue into my pussy hole. Her hands stretched my pussy lips apart, she concentrated her tongue into my center. She lapped at my pussy like a hungry kitty drinking milk.
Despite myself, my hips gyrated in her face as I pushed her head firmer to my pussy. She took my clit into her mouth after pulling back the clitoral hood and started sucking. The tugging sensation of her mouth sent tingles pooling into one place, deep inside my womb.
“Oh God Phoebe, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh God yes, that’s so fucking good.”
It did feel amazing. She must have been sucking on pussy for a very long time because she had the art down pat. She knew when to swirl her tongue, when to lick and when to suck. Not long after, I wrapped my legs about her neck, trapping her so she continued sucking my pussy when the climax tore through my body. I clutched the bed sheets tightly in my fists and gushed my juices into her face which she lapped up thirstily.
My recovery from my climax was silent. Even when I was relaxed once more, Phoebe was taking one last taste of my pussy before she released my legs from her neck and moved away. I was nervous now that the pleasure was gone even though my body still hummed. What was I to say now? Would she want me to go back down on her because I didn’t think I was prepared to do anything of the sort. Finger her maybe. But never to put my mouth down there.
Oh shit, I should have listened to the part of my conscience which had opposed this.
“I made you cum,” she said from beside me. “That’s all that matters.”
She snaked her hand into mine and smiled. I smiled back at her but inside I was freaking out at what this was. She was still just my best friend. I didn’t want a relationship with her. That wasn’t what she was expecting, was it? Oh shit, I just kept digging the hole deeper and deeper.
*****
“Crap,” I muttered beneath my breath and tried to make a U-turn but not before Tyler saw me. I hovered at the entrance of the kitchen not sure what I was supposed to do. I wanted to flee back into my bedroom where I usually found security when besieged with feelings for one of the brothers. The bedroom wasn’t a safe haven anymore though.
Phoebe was there and I was trying to avoid her. After the way she had gone down on my yesterday and again waking up in the middle of the night to her doing the same thing, I didn’t think I could face her. I couldn’t handle her and her misplaced feelings right now. Not when I was here trying to work out my misplaced feelings about these brothers. As much as I had enjoyed Phoebe going down on me, I felt a little guilty and hoped she wasn’t misled that I had any intentions of getting romantically involved with her. Girls didn’t float my boat. It didn’t count that she made me climax. Who wouldn’t agree to getting head whether it was being given by a man or a woman? I couldn’t ever go down on her though and that was enough for me to know that anything more than friendship between us would be disaster.
“Good, you’re up early,” Ty said upon seeing me. “I want to talk to you.”
I groaned and entered the kitchen. He was looking way too good this morning. He was shirtless, sweat glistening from his chest and his iPod still strapped to his bicep. He had just gotten back from his morning run. Oh how my hands itched to run across his chest, slick with sweat. A bead of water ran down the center of his chest, down to the waistband of his basketball shorts and I had to press my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
“You okay?” he asked, snapping me back to consciousness.
“Umm, yes. Why?”
He looked at me bizarre. “We just buried both our parents yesterday.”
“Oh yes. I can’t believe they’re gone you know,” I responded and moved to the coffeemaker to pour myself some coffee. Maybe with the coffee my brain wouldn’t be so confused.
“It was good for you to come.”
I took the cup of coffee to the island in the kitchen and sat on a high chair, facing him. With the granite counter top between us, I should be able to survive.
“There was no way I was going to miss the funeral Ty,” I stated.
“Hmm, good to know although I wasn’t sure of that.”
“I loved both of them too, you know.”
“Did you, Daisy?” he asked angrily. “Because you sure as hell didn’t show it.”
“They knew I loved them,” I mumbled, staring into my coffee cup. “I spoke to my mom often on the phone and we did video-chat.”
He scowled at me and leaned over the counter until he was sucking all my oxygen away. “You think that was enough? You could have hopped on a plane anytime and dropped by to see us but you didn’t. Why Daisy?”
I could scarcely listen to his words as I was too busy watching the way his mouth moved. And nine years of denying myself caught up with me. Closing the distance between us, I pressed my lips hard against his, my body almost going weak from his mouth under mine. He was surprised. I noticed by the way his mouth opened slightly and I took advantage of this to slip my tongue inside. If I was going to get one kiss, then I was going to get it really good.
I deepened the kiss, my eyes fluttering to a close and realized he was now responding. His mouth moved over mine and he took control, his hand coming up to the back of my head and pressing me closer to him.
“Shit!” I jerked back when my breasts hit over the coffee cup and spilled the hot liquid onto the counter. It was the awakening that I needed.
Nervously, I went around the counter to grab a dishtowel the same time Ty did and our hands brushed against each other’s. I looked up at him, my heart beating hard enough to fracture my ribcage. He regarded me with equal curiosity.
“Are you attracted to me?” he asked in disbelief.
I stepped back, my eyes wild with fright. “No. No. I’m not,” I denied. “I- I-”
I swallowed hard when he stepped towards me. “I don’t believe you,” he returned. “What I do believe is that kiss. Come with me.”
He grabbed hold of my wrist and started pulling me out of the kitchen alongside him. I was alarmed, not sure what he had in mind for me.
“Ty, I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
He didn’t say a word but kept his hold on me as we marched up the stairs.
*****
“What’s going on?” Wyatt asked when we entered his bedroom. “You two aren’t fighting again, are you? I’m tired of being the buffer and frankly I’m not in the best of mood this morning.”
I wanted to know what was going on too. When Ty brought me up the stairs, I had no inclination he would be bringing me to his brother’s room. Wyatt looked as though he had just taken a shower and only had on a pair of boxers. I made a strangled sound the back of my throat. Good Lord, they were going to give me a cardiac arrest.
“I think your morning’s just about to get better,” Ty announced and he had a grin on his face. It was the first time in a long while Ty had done anything but scowl at me and while I should be comforted at this relaxed side of him, I wasn’t. I was alarmed. His scowl I could handle because I knew it meant he was pissed at me. But whatever this was, I dreaded it.
“Daisy here just kissed me in the kitchen,” he said.
“It was an accident,” I protested.
“Wanna bet?” he asked and pulled me to him, taking my lips with his. I wished I could push him away but couldn’t. I clung to his shoulders as h
e hauled me up against him and cupped my ass, squeezing the globes. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I remembered that Wyatt was also in the room but instead of being alarmed, it aroused me that he was watching me kissing his brother.
“Now that’s no accident,” Ty stated, ending the kiss.
“What the hell!” Wyatt cried. “Daisy! Aren’t you gay?”
“Yes! Of course I am.”
“I think she is lying,” Ty remarked. “How about we both test that theory?”
“What?” I uttered in confusion.
“Are you sure?” Wyatt asked. “I mean I know we’ve talked about this a lot but…”
“Trust me on this,” Ty responded in confidence.
“What are you guys talking about?” I asked in frustration. What was I missing?
Both men crowded me, sending my blood pressure soaring. “Guys, whatever you’re doing this isn’t funny.”
“You’re right, nothing funny about this at all,” Wyatt announced.
I couldn’t keep eyes on both brothers as they pressed up to my chest and back. Sandwiched between them as I usually was in my fantasy. But how did this come about? Were they making fun of me?
“Ty! Wyatt! What are you doing?”
“You tell us,” Ty answered before they both reached for the hem of my dress. They pulled the material up and over my head, leaving me clad only in my underwear. Purple bra and matching bikini briefs.
“I swear if you guys are trying to make fun of me—”
My thoughts were interrupted by Ty claiming my lips in a scorching kiss. The kiss stole any words that would have left my mouth and Wyatt’s hands massaging my neck and trailing down to grab hold of my ass. He kneaded the globes firmly, pressing my pelvis into that of his brother’s and the feel of Ty’s hard cock under the loose basketball shorts nearly had my eyes rolling over from that contact alone.
“Fucking unbelievable,” Ty murmured against my lips. “What is the chance…?”
“This is going too far,” I croaked when my bra is unhooked and removed from my arms.
“If we aren’t both cock deep in you, then it’s not too far.”
My gasp of surprise turned into a moan as Ty took a nipple between his lips, his tongue swirling around the peak. I clutched his shoulders, moaning at the tongue licking my distended nipple. Behind me, Wyatt was crouched and pulling my legs apart. I complied and allowed him to pull my underwear down my ass. He stopped just below the cheeks, pulling the briefs tight then rustled my ass.
“You have a great ass, Daisy,” Wyatt remarked and nipped the flesh with his mouth. He trailed kisses over my butt while his brother sucked at my breasts.
Wyatt parted my cheeks and pressed his finger over my pucker. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, Daisy?”
I whimpered at his finger tracing and pressing a little into my pucker. I had explored somewhat back in college when I thought being with other guys would have helped me to get the brothers off my mind.
“Hold those cheeks apart for me, Daisy,” he instructed and I reached behind me to replace his hands with mine.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. This had to be a dream but as long as it felt so good, I would enjoy every bit of it and try to understand it later.
Wyatt pressed his face between my butt cheeks and started licking my pucker. I jerked against the electrifying jolt that ran through my body. He licked the edges, rimming my asshole while Ty sucked at my nipples and reached between my legs with one hand. He slipped fingers through the folds of my wet pussy. Not just wet from my imagination this time but from what they were both doing to me. I wanted to ask them why and how but I couldn’t articulate words.
“Bed,” Ty growled. “Let’s get this into the bed.”
He grasped me around the waist and brought me to the bed where he dropped me. Right away I was joined by them both. My legs were pulled apart and they both vied for my lips to kiss me. I kissed one then the other before they bent their heads and started sucking on a nipple. As if that wasn’t enough to drive me insane, both their hands slipped into my pussy. One focused on my clit, rubbing slowly and steadily, the other concentrating at my pussy hole, teasing the entrance before he started fingering me with two fingers.
“Oh, oh!” I moaned, my hips undulating and begging them for more. “Oh yes. Oh God, I must be dreaming. This is so good. Harder. Please. Harder.”
*****
“Damn!” I squealed as Ty nipped my sensitive clit lightly with his teeth. My legs were spread so wide I felt like a gymnast. My hips were turned upwards so he could alternate between sucking my pussy and occasionally rimming my ass.
He was drawing on the swollen lips of my pussy when Wyatt straddled my chest, maintaining most of his weight. Naked, as both he and Ty had undressed, his cock was thrust in my face. Thick, veiny with a purple head seeking entry, I flicked out my tongue to lick the tip. Above me, he groaned, kneading my breasts.
At the urgency of Ty’s fingers, pushing in and out of my pussy hard, I enveloped Wyatt’s cock with my lips. He sucked in a deep breath as I lifted my head slightly to take more and more of him. He was heavy in my mouth, all the thick inches of him. Pushing my head back down into the pillow, he crouched over me and started fucking my face, his cock thrusting into my mouth.
“Yes! You like that cock in your mouth, Daisy?”
I groaned around his cock, a dreamlike expression on my face when Ty’s fingers were replaced by his dick. The breadth of him made my eyes widen as he pushed his length deep inside my pussy, which gulped his cock greedily. My tight walls cling to him as he withdrew and started thrusting harder and harder while Wyatt did the same to my mouth.
I gurgled around Wyatt’s dick, my fingers digging into his taut ass as he thrust so hard down my throat, I gagged.
“Come on Daisy girl, get that cock down your throat.”
I concentrated on controlling my gag reflex as he continued ramming my mouth. It was hard to do when his brother was kneeling between my legs, his cock working in and out of my pussy with a quick and deep thrusts. The sounds of his rod slapping into my pussy, their moans and me babbling around the cock in my mouth filled the bedroom.
Ty withdrew from my body. “Where’s your lube at?” he asked his brother.
“Bedside table, on the right.”
Wyatt took the opportunity to change our position, turning, so his cock was still within reach of my mouth but his head was now downward to my pussy. I enclosed a hand around his cock, pumping the base while licking and sucking. Running my hand over the heavy sacs of his balls, I found his taint and stroked, massaging and pressing. His growl reverberated in my pussy where he was sucking on my clit.
I glanced at Ty who was standing by the bed, watching us, his eyes heated as he applied lube to his hand and rubbed it over his cock. My eyes jerked away from him as my body stiffened under the impact of the climax that was ripping through me from Wyatt’s sucking on my clit. At the same time, he shot his load into my mouth and I continued pumping his base, getting all the juice out and down my throat.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed and rolled off me when I released his cock from my mouth. “I didn’t plan to cum just yet.”
Ty chuckled. “You tapped out early man. I was willing to offer you the pussy you know while I take Daisy’s ass.”
I swallowed hard at Ty’s words. I was a bit disappointed too. I did want to feel both of them filling me with their cocks at the same time and pumping into me.
“There’s always a next time,” Wyatt remarked. “I can at least help work her into another climax.”
The way they were talking made me realized this wasn’t new to them. They must have done this before, tagged the same girl. I felt the familiar jealousy rise within my chest but it was chased away when Ty lifted my legs in the air. He guided his cock to my puckered ass, working the tip slowly in and out of the resisting opening. Holding my legs wide apart, he slipped his cock deeper into my ass, pushing as far as he could.
I hissed a deep breath. It was a long time since I’d been fucked in the ass. A long time since I had sex in general and my ass felt tight.
“Do you want me to stop Daisy?” he asked on a groan.
“Noooo,” I protested. “I’ve wanted this so long. Just fuck me. Don’t stop.”
Wyatt leaned over me and started licking and sucking on my bottom lip soothingly. He slipped a hand between my legs and started strumming my pussy again, my clit feeling highly sensitive from the climax before.
“This what you’ve been wanting, Daisy?” Ty gasped, his hips working overtime, pumping furiously into my ass. His thrusts now had him buried to the hilt in my backside. I gripped Wyatt’s hair hard, kissing him and sucking his tongue into my mouth. They were both stoking the embers of another climax deep inside my body. Ty’s breathing was labored and harsh, his shoulders glistening with sweat at the effort of him fucking my ass.
He groaned and stuck my toes into his mouth, sucking on it as he finished deep inside my ass. Wyatt’s hand was rubbing my clit hard, smacking my pussy with his palm.
“Oh shit!” I screamed as I squirted hard. Hot damn! Where the hell did that come from? I’d never been a squirter.
Ty pulled out of my ass and collapsed onto the bed beside me, breathing hard. Awkward silence filled the room and I scrambled up in the middle of the two brothers. Holy shit, what the hell just happened! More importantly, how did I get out of here like nothing had happened?
“We’re going to be late for work,” Wyatt commented on a groan. “Damn, I think we all need to sit down and talk.”
“Yes, we do,” Ty agreed and took my face in his hands. “When we get back from work, Daisy, we are going to finally talk about this. About everything. Is that understood?”
I nodded and he kissed me swiftly on the lips. As soon as his lips were removed, Wyatt followed suit and kissed me. I was overwhelmed. It was way too much and I knew I wouldn’t be here when they got back from work.
*****
“What the hell!”