by Sierra Dafoe
When he pushed them down, Cassie confirmed what she’d suspected that afternoon—Kyle liked going commando. His ass, taut and round, flashed her as he pushed his jeans down, and she caught a glimpse of his balls.
Jesus.
He turned around, grinning bashfully, and saliva flooded Cassie’s mouth as she stared at the thick, blunt shaft of his erection, standing proudly out before him.
Oh my God, I had that inside me? She felt curiously light-headed, her cunt aching but the rest of her feeling almost made of air. Finally she realized she was nearly hyperventilating, and made herself breathe more deeply.
“Now touch it,” she said, feeling a small cat smile curve her lips. “I want to watch.”
Kyle’s gaze flicked uncertainly to Alan, who chuckled. “Better do as the little lady says, partner.”
“You, too,” Cassie shot at him, and his chuckle stopped abruptly. “Show it to me, Alan.”
Holding her gaze, he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Without sitting, he kicked off his boots, then shoved his jeans down over his hips. His cock sprang upward immediately, hard and slightly curved, so long it brushed his belly button. Beneath it, his balls hung, taut and full. Reaching up, Cassie stroked them and felt them pulse under her fingertips.
Kyle had his hand wrapped around his shaft, tugging it. His gaze was glued to her crotch and Cassie mischievously spread her thighs, running her hands down over her hips and over her mons, parting the furred outer lips of her cunt. He stared at that small pink slit, breathing heavily through his nostrils, his fist moving faster over his cock.
She was so horny herself it’d take almost nothing to make her come. She writhed on the bed, forcing her fingers away from her throbbing clit. Not yet, she told herself fiercely. Not yet. But oh, it was hard to wait!
Judging by the way he stared at her tits, Alan was totally entranced with her breasts. He couldn’t take his eyes off them as his fist slid up and down that incredible erection. The head was almost plum-shaped, round and bulbous, and he slid the fingers of his free hand over it, spreading the juices that spilled from its slit over it till it gleamed. Playfully, Cassie slid her hands up her ribcage and cupped her full breasts, watching Alan’s lips part as she did. His tongue darted out quickly, licking his dry lips.
“Do you want these, Alan? Do you want to taste them?”
With a groan, he sank to his knees, one hand braced on the mattress as he leaned over the bed and seized one nubbly pink nipple in his mouth.
Cassie mewled like a cat, small cries of pleasure spilling from her throat as he sucked hungrily at first one breast, then the other. Turning her head, she watched his fist raking up and down his shaft, the tip of it brushing against the bed with each stroke. Kyle had moved closer, standing now at the foot of the bed, his gaze flicking back and forth between Alan sucking her breasts and the gleaming wetness she could feel trickling down between her folds.
Suddenly, she couldn’t wait any longer. Her blood roared in her ears, her cunt pounded with her incipient orgasm. Panting, she looked at Kyle. “Come here. Up on the bed. Kneel beside me. You too, Alan.”
Forcing his hand to release his cock, Kyle knelt on her right side as Alan clambered onto the bed on her left. Reaching up, she led their hands to their shafts. “Now watch me. Both of you. I want you to come on me.”
At her words, Alan groaned, his fist tightening around his cock. Kyle’s face was flushed, his cock so hard it looked almost purple. He touched it lightly, and Cassie knew he was so close to coming he didn’t dare rub it harder. She stared, fascinated by the two erections jutting over her torso, and slid one hand to her cunt. Another idea occurred to her. “Rub them together. Rub the tips together.”
She watched, feeling her eyes go huge as they leaned closer together, bracing themselves with one hand on each other’s shoulder. Their heads were bent, practically touching, as they looked down at their cocks and her body beneath. With their hands clamped around their shafts, they rubbed their cockheads together, and Cassie moaned as she saw a clear, shiny drop of precome dribble from Kyle’s slit.
Their cockheads danced against each other, circling, gliding slickly on the juices spilling from them. Their slits gaped as their cocks hardened even further, and she could see their balls, full and taut, drawing up against their groins. The heat inside her was like a brushfire, searing along her skin. Her nipples ached, and she seized one fiercely, tugging it as she stroked her clit. Kyle panted harshly, watching her twist and pinch her nipple till it burned, and small bolts of pleasure shot straight through her belly to her womb.
“Oh God,” Alan rasped, equally enraptured by the sight of her. “Oh God, Cass, I want to come on your tits. Let me come on your tits.”
Unable to speak, she nodded, and Alan tossed his head, shaking back his long, shaggy black hair. Reaching down, he cupped one soft round breast in one hand, squeezing it as with the other he tilted his straining shaft down until the tip brushed her nipple.
Jesus, she’d never felt anything like it. Never imagined anything like it. The two of them looming over her, fists raking over their cocks, her body blazing beneath them, so aroused she felt practically incandescent. She slid both hands to her cunt, working one finger inside her as she whispered hoarsely to Kyle, “You, too. Do that, too.”
She moaned as they positioned themselves, spreading their knees wider till their balls practically brushed the bed, and slid their cocks over her breasts, their long, hot shafts rubbing back and forth across her nipples. Groaning, they started stroking themselves in earnest, their fists tightening, yanking themselves more roughly than Cassie would ever have dared. She pushed one finger deep inside herself, pistoning it back and forth as she rubbed her clit in tight little circles, watching those two huge, gorgeous cocks thrust against her breasts. Their balls dangled, swelling even more, and Cassie stared at the sweet, shiny curves of their cockheads, the slits gaping with each stroke of their fists.
Alan groaned, his harsh cries rumbling deep in his chest, and Cassie looked up at him, clinging tight to the ecstasy curling through her body, frantically trying to hold it back as Alan arched, his cock jerking against her breast. Creamy fluid spurted from its tip, coating her breasts and spattering over Kyle’s cock. Kyle gasped sharply, his fist clenching tight, his abs rippling as he panted and cried out, the cords standing out in his neck. His come splashed across her, hot and thick, and Cassie’s orgasm lanced through her, sharp as a thunderbolt. She writhed on the bed, her breasts pushed up against their cocks. She could feel those thick, gorgeous shafts throbbing and pulsing, shooting their seed on her while she moaned in ecstasy.
She lay in a daze, not quite asleep. She could remember hearing low, rumbling murmurs and feeling the mattress shift beneath her, but now what roused her was a pleasant ache in her breasts as someone caressed them. She opened her eyes to see Alan stretched beside her, his strong, agile fingers gliding slickly on the come coating her skin as he kneaded her breasts.
He smiled, seeing her eyes open, and nodded at what he was doing. “That feel good?”
“Mmmm,” she replied, tilting her ribcage to press her breasts harder against his hands. He drew his fingers together, tugging her nipples, then rolling them until they stood proudly, the dark areolas contracted into small, furrowed nubs.
“That’s so amazing,” Alan murmured. “God, I love your tits.”
“Breasts,” she chuckled. “Not tits, breasts.”
“If you were a cow we’d call them udders. Either way, they’re incredible.”
“Alan Caine,” Cassie said, raising her head on the pillow, “are you trying to tell me you’ve never even felt a girl’s breasts before?”
“Not unless my mother’s count—and I don’t remember that.” Then he looked at her, his dark eyes full of a warmth that made her heart want to fly straight from her chest like a bird. “I never wanted anyone else, Cass. Neither did Kyle. That’s why we…” He broke off abruptly, looking away. “If you’re going to blame any
one for that, blame me.”
Cassie shook her head. Then she reached out, cupping his hard chin and turning it toward her, and shook her head again. “No. I don’t blame you. I… If you want to know the truth, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.” His eyes widened at that, and she smiled. “That’s part of why it scared me so bad. That’s why I… Oh, hell.”
She stared at the ring glittering on her finger. Rolling her eyes, she yanked at it. Lubricated by Alan’s and Kyle’s mingled juices, it slid off easily. “Have you got a box or something?”
“Sure.” Rising, Alan rattled around in the drawer of a dresser, and Cassie lay back, simply enjoying the sight of his body. He was leaner than Kyle, his muscles harder, his pecs standing out sharply above his ribcage. He moved with a cat-like grace, something he’d had even as a boy. Kyle had played football, but Alan, lighter, quicker, had been a whiz at baseball, basketball, anything requiring speed and grace.
Finally he turned up an old matchbox and handed it to her. Jerking his head at it as she put the ring into it, he asked, “Should I feel bad about that?”
“About Richard? No.” She sighed. “At least I hope not. Richard’s…” She paused, trying to think how to put it. “Richard’s a very goal-oriented kind of guy. He gets what he wants in life. I just happened to meet him when marriage was the next thing on his agenda, I think. He’ll still get married.” She set the box on the bedstand. “I’ll send it back to him tomorrow.”
“And what about you?”
She glanced at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“I mean we can’t both marry you.” Alan chuckled ruefully. “Even in Preacher’s Bend the preachers don’t bend that far. And, well…how do you feel about that?”
She looked at him steadily. “You know how I feel, Alan.”
Something in his expression changed, and a deep, poignant vulnerability suffused his features. “I’ll marry you. In a heartbeat. Or Kyle. All you have to do is say the word.”
Cassie’s heart swelled painfully inside her chest, both aching and so filled with joy she was sure something would burst. If it had been Kyle before her, she would have thrown her arms around his neck—but this was Alan. Alan, who’d barely said a word to her when she arrived. Alan, who’d called her breasts tits, for God’s sake. Alan, who made her knees tremble and her breath go short in a way no other man on earth could.
So instead she said nothing. She merely smiled. Alan’s eyes grew smoky, a small, answering smile curving his lips—and immediately Cassie felt an echo of what she’d felt earlier, watching him leap from the mustang and come toward her. The sensation was both frightening and arousing, like being trapped under the gaze of some sensuous, dangerous animal.
She swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat and looked around quickly. “Where is Kyle, anyway?”
“Getting you something to eat. Hopefully he’ll have better luck than I did,” Alan murmured as he slid back onto the bed, rolling over to take her in his arms and lower his mouth over hers.
His tongue, warm and demanding, pressed between her teeth, spreading her lips wide to delve between them. Cassie gasped, amazed to find her womb contracting hungrily already, and Alan pulled back to look down at her, his eyes dark and intent. He was going to take her, they seemed to say—right now. And she would, by God, enjoy it.
I reckon you’re right, too, she thought faintly as he kissed her again, exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that left her panting. Her nipples were hard, aching nubs pressed against his chest, and he toyed with one lazily, tugging it, rolling it between his fingers—then he twisted it sharply, just hard enough to sting, and grinned as she moaned and arched against him.
She could feel his cock, already erect, jabbing against her thigh, and remembered how her eyes had widened at the sight of its prodigious length. God, what would it feel like inside her?
She was about to find out, she knew. Anticipation spiraled through her, drawing tighter as Alan’s fingers tugged at her nipples, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth.
She hung in his arms, gasping, as he finally released her lips. Holding her gaze, he growled, “There’ll be times when you get to order me around. I kinda liked that, actually. But make no mistake, there’ll be times I just take you. Any way I like. Are we clear on that?”
“Uh-huh,” she panted, barely able to speak.
“Just so’s we understand each other.” He grinned and, rolling her over, slapped her rump sharply. She squealed as a bolt of sensation shot through her. “Now get on your knees on the end of the bed, facing the door.”
Cassie scrambled onto all fours, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress, and felt Alan move to kneel behind her. Out in the hallway, she could hear the soft tread of Kyle’s bare feet.
“He’s coming,” she whispered frantically. Alan chuckled in response.
“I know.”
Then she felt his hard, curving cockhead press against her slit, and gasped aloud. Her cheeks flamed—why should the idea of Kyle walking in on them like this embarrass her? She didn’t know, but it did. And worse, the embarrassment only made her more keenly aware of her throbbing clit, her aching nipples…
“Higher,” Alan ordered, and slapped her ass again. With a small yelp of mingled pain and arousal, she thrust her ass toward him, angling it so that her cunt was fully exposed—or so she thought. She was wrong. Alan’s hands slid down around her hips, lifting her bodily from the bed as he shoved her thighs wide apart, so wide she was almost splayed out before him, her cunt gaping.
“That’s better,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Now pull your shoulders back, Cass, and push those gorgeous tits out.”
Her cheeks burning, Cassie complied, lifting her breasts just as the door opened and Kyle entered. He stopped short, his eyes widening, the tray he was carrying tilting perilously in his grip.
Then Alan thrust into her, fast and hard, piercing her so deep she cried out in shock. The tray nearly tumbled from Kyle’s hands, but he managed to catch it and fumble it onto a bureau before dropping it altogether.
“Oh, Jesus, Alan,” he whispered, his voice sounding like he had a throat full of gravel. “Oh Jesus, if you could see her…”
He trailed off, and Cassie only registered the fact that he was still naked when she saw his cock jerk stiffly to attention. He reached down beneath it, squeezing his balls in one hand. “God, Al. Fuck her. Fuck her hard.”
Cassie moaned, feeling her cunt clench. She heard Alan chuckle again. “You think she wants it?”
Kyle nodded, his silver-blue eyes intent on her face. “Oh yeah. Definitely.” He held her gaze as Alan drew back, paused a moment, and slammed into her so hard she heard his abs smack sharply against her ass. She cried aloud, pinioned on that huge cock, penetrating her so deep it almost hurt.
“Do it again,” Kyle whispered, his other hand clenching his jutting rod. “Do it so hard her tits swing.”
Oh my God, Cassie thought faintly. Oh my God…
“I thought you were going to feed her,” Alan answered. He teased her with his shaft, pulling out and stuffing her cunt in short little strokes. She whimpered below him, thrusting her ass back hungrily, and was rewarded with another of those sharp, exciting smacks.
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Christ, Al, did you just spank her?”
Cassie didn’t even have to close her eyes to picture Alan’s wolfish grin. “Yep. She liked it, too. Didn’t you, Cassie?”
Panting, flushed with arousal, Cassie lifted her head—the truth was written clear on her face. Kyle swallowed, staring at her, and Alan spanked her again. She whined hungrily.
“Seriously, Ky, I think you better feed her.”
Bemused, Kyle moved to the foot of the bed, his rock-hard shaft jutting only inches from her mouth. She felt Alan lean over her, seizing her hair in his hand. Yanking it backward, he tugged her head higher, and she gasped as Kyle’s fat, bulging cockhead slipped into her mouth.
She’d never worn
a gag in her life, but Cassie suspected it would feel just like this. Kyle’s cock filled her mouth, so thick it stretched her jaw wide. It tasted incredible, warm and meaty and salty all at once. She swallowed once, convulsively, and felt him jerk at the sudden pressure.
“Now,” Alan asked, bending low over her back, “do you want me to fuck you, Cassie?”
She nodded, her mouth stuffed with Kyle’s cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard?’
She moaned at that, the sound coming from deep in her throat, and heard Kyle’s harsh, desperate groan. His fingers clenched on her shoulders as he fought for control. “Do it, Al. Oh, Christ. Do it hard.”
For a moment longer, Alan left them both hanging, quivering on the edge of orgasm. Then he reared back behind her and hammered home so hard he drove her forward, her mouth slipping down around Kyle’s shaft. Kyle groaned again, and she whimpered, sucking him wantonly as Alan pounded into her. Finally, she felt Kyle’s hips shift, pressing forward gently, and she whined again, urging him on. Almost disbelievingly, he raised his hands to her head, his fingers stroking through her soft brown hair.
Alan grabbed her hips tight, his shaft invading her again and again. Her head spun, full of white fire, and sheer, shimmering lust seared along her veins. There was only one more thing she wanted, one more…
Kyle’s hands clenched in her hair as his face knotted with need, and he rammed his hips forward, shoving his cock deep into her mouth.
In tandem, they thrust into her, hammering into her hot, aching flesh. Her lips were stretched tight around Kyle’s engorged thickness, her cunt speared over and over by Alan’s hard length. She hung between them, quivering, sensing their gathering orgasms in their building frenzy. Christ, nobody had ever fucked her like this, so hard she could feel her breasts swinging freely, brushing Kyle’s hard, hairy thighs with every rough stroke. His fingers tightened further, tugging—no, yanking her forward as he savaged her mouth, making her jaw ache with his thrusts.