by Selena Kitt
Jonah stretched my pussy and ass wide. “Look at these holes.” He leaned over and sucked my pussy juices. Keeping me begging, he twisted his thumb in my asshole and wiggled his tongue over my clit.
“Please, please.” I bucked in his hold.
“Fuck it! I want that pussy.” Trent said, plunging three fingers in knuckles deep.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jonah slapped my tit and rolled me to my side.
I scrambled up to wait for the men to choose their positions.
Trent was on bottom, laying on the bed with his legs bent over the side. He held his cock up straight for me to jump on.
“This is going to be fun.” I straddled over him and lowered down with a gasp. Jonah gave us a few good pumps to keep Trent good and horny before he stopped us to line himself up with my back door.
My stepbrother pushed me down hard against his friend and groaned at the sight before him. “Damn you look tight. I’m going to stretch this shitter wider than you’ve ever been stretched.”
“What are you waiting for?” I offered my ass up to him, careful not to let the cock in my pussy slip out.
His thick dick entering my pussy was more intense than I could’ve imagined. He poked it just inside the rim and I tensed up.
“Relax her dude!”
Trent took over, slipping his hand in between our chests and twisting my nipples. He nibbled on my ear and I got lost in him.
Jonah at the other end, eased his cock in further. Once he was fully engaged, he held his position, before announcing his success. “Ready?”
At the same time, the two cocks converging in my body flexed and thrusted. Together, they rocked sliding past each other, ramming in my wet cunt and ass.
“Fuck, fuck!” I screamed.
My outburst encouraged them to plunge harder. Trent bucked under me, keeping up his pace driving in and out of my pussy. Jonah stood firm behind my ass, plunging his fat rod in and stretching my crack wide with his force.
My double penetration threesome orgasm came fast. It rushed on me, I bounced uncontrollably on Trent’s cock. “FUUCCKK! Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!”
Trent held me at the waist, “Fuck her, fuck her,” he screamed, encouraging Jonah to force his assault on my ass harder.
“I’m thrashing her. Hold her still.” Jonah slammed against my ass.
“Fuck!” I expelled with the last wave of climax and relaxed in the men’s grip.
“This ain’t over.” Jonah pulled his cock from me and dragged me off Trent to the ground. Holding me in place by my shoulder he stood over me, stroking his cock.
Trent scrambled around to join us, his cock erect, his balls full of cum, ready to explode. Which he did first.
Trent shoved his cock in my mouth. Tasting my pussy juices on him, I greedily sucked his shaft fast, bobbing a few times.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, squirting his load in my mouth.
I swallowed his seed, but it kept coming, so I opened my mouth and his offering drizzled out. With his cum dripping off my chin, I turned to my stepbrother and held my mouth open for his rope of cum.
Jonah was pumping hard and fast. “Fuck, fuck!” His first rope shot across, my face. Then he held it and aimed the next shot into my mouth.
I took in his cock, for the last drops and sucked down as he shivered in my kiss.
“Damn, sis!”
The two men, I thought would’ve been worn out, were still stroking their dicks. “Are you two ready for more?”
“Only a lesbian would stop after one fuck.” Jonah said.
“Fuck, Jonah! Are you gay, Megan?”
“Do you need an answer?” I bent over with my elbows on the bed. “Who’s first?” I asked shaking my ass.
The End
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The Colonel & My Private Step by Amber Sands
“No officer, I don’t have anyone who can come get me.”
Except that wasn’t quite the truth and I’d normally never lie to a police dude, but I hadn’t seen my brother in years. Last time he came home I didn’t even know him, would have walked right past him on the street. It hardly seemed right to call him now just because I’d gotten in a mess and needed rescuing. He was likely not even in the country.
“My brother lives on the military base out at Nelles,” I said.
“Why didn’t you say so little lady? I’ll get a squad car to drive you out there now.”
“But wait,” I called at the already closed door to the office I’d been put in while they figured out what to do with me. I should have told the cop we weren’t actually family because he wasn’t my real brother.
His father had married my mother when I was thirteen, so that had made us some kind of siblings, right? But he was four years older than me and before he joined the military, barely gave me a glance except to tease me about my budding boobies, making my face purple red with humiliation.
Before I could explain all that to the officer, I slumped my head down on the table to let the effects of the illicit new substances I’d tried at the festival wear off. Electric Daisy was the first music festival I’d ever been to and the close crowds were overwhelming for a farm girl from Kansas who wasn’t allowed out without her parents along like Quaker chaperones.
When Dadge and Candi said they were busing and hitching down to Vegas, I had to get on board no matter the amount of shit I was going to be in when I got back. Dadge sat next to me in the back of the bus and I secretly eyed his rigid sexy torso, the flexing tendons beneath the tight tee.
Once everyone was asleep, snoring (and worse) in the dark, he edged his hand under my loose blouse and squeezed my breast, tugging hard on the pointy peak until I gasped with the agony of excitement. No one had ever touched me like that.
“There’s more where that came from, this weekend,” he said, as he pulled hold of my hand and stuck it inside his pants. I was enthralled to be touching a hot pole of man meat for the first time ever although I think I did it all wrong, tugging on it as hard as Dadge had tweaked my nipple. He put his hands over mine and guided them the length of his shaft getting faster and faster, then with his eyes rolling back in his head, he growled at me.
“Suck it, Angel.” And daggering his fingers into my hair to use it as a leash to shove my head down on his dick, I gagged in surprise when the pound of flesh slammed into the back of my throat. Fortunately it didn’t last long because Dadge soon clenched his butt cheeks off his seat and groaned through pursed lips as he let out a stream of come in my mouth.
“You ain’t home yet, Dorothy,” he said, as usual teasing me about my name, which was actually Dorie, and because I was from Kansas. I assumed he meant there was more to sex than that and I would get my chance to shiver and shudder as he had—something I was desperate to experience and almost the entire motivation for coming along on this forbidden excursion. There was a whole world to discover away from the tight restrictive world my parents forced me to live under like we were Amish or something.
We saw a band I’d never heard of. Dadge was between me and Candi, with his arms draped around our necks, pulling us in close so our three heads were touching. They were stuffing chocolate brownies from a b
asket into their mouths and kept feeding me more and more, which was great because I love chocolate. They laughed at me and I started laughing too, until I didn’t know how to stop.
Then Dadge turned his head and covered my mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around in loops. I leaned my full breasts into his hard chest, the contact sent rippling licks of excitement right down my legs. He disengaged from me, with his arm still slung over my shoulder, tugged my breast into his grasp and toyed with the bullet nipple while turning his head to Candi. He plundered her mouth with his and received a vigorous response from her. I watched, trying to control my heavy breathing as he pulled her tit into his other hand and mounded each of our round globes in synch.
Soon after that I lost them. First the laughter started and I couldn’t stop, they found it funny too but then they vanished into the crowd and I was alone, surrounded in a crush of fifty thousand strangers—more people than I’d ever seen in my life.
The army base was on the outskirts of the massive city of Las Vegas, far from the bright lights of the Strip or the loud thump of the Electric Daisy Festival. When the gate Sargent looked up my brother, he discovered he was off base until Monday at least.
“Come on Dude, she’s lost her friends, lost her wallet and all her ID. Her parents back in Kansas aren’t home. What am I gonna do with her?” The cop driving me was bored I could tell, baby-sitting lost waifs all weekend, as unimpressed by me as every other guy.
“No deal. Everyone has to be signed on base by an enlisted man. Looks like she’s gonna have to sleep in a cell downtown with you tonight,” the army guy laughed coarsely, bald as a baby.
“Whoa fellas. I’ve never even been inside a police station until today. I can’t spend the night in a cell with the crims.” Maybe there’d be some massive biker in with me. Then I’d still achieve my goal for this weekend, of finally getting rid of my inexperience. I was the only eighteen year old I knew who’d never been touched. Our place surrounded by woods and cornfields—everyone snuck off for some fun. Everyone but me, and I got teased but bad at school, talking about stuff with words I had no idea the meaning of but that sounded real good.
When I asked Lara Boyle, ”Does it hurt?” she squealed with laughter and shouted across the courtyard to Tab Hilly who I had a massive crush on, although he had no idea I had moved out of the amoebic era. “Hey Tab, Dorie wants to know whether it hurts.”
“Oh yeah?” Tab’s eyes blazed across my small tits. “Why don’t you show her then?”
Oh fuck, then the entire world knew I was a virgin plus Tab Hilly thought I was a lesbo. Maybe everyone assumed the same which made it even less of a good idea for me to be in police cells all night. I had set my heart on getting over the curse of my inexperience this weekend. If I’d been a pert little blonde like Lara Boyle, I just bet the army guy on the gate would have found a place for me. Girls like that always get what they want.
“Private second class Williamson is not due back on base until Monday,” the sentry said. “I’m sorry there’s nothing I can —”
He suddenly bolted upright as though he’d been struck by lightning and saluted his hand to his brow.
“At ease, Sargent.” The sentry control instantly relaxed his rigid stance and returned to normal functioning.
I stretched my neck like a possessed extra in a devil movie to see who had that much power to freak the soldier out. I met the pinpoint stare of a white haired old dude craning his neck the opposite direction to check me out in the back of the squad car.
“What have we here? A terrorist transferred from the Bay?”
“Sir, no sir. She’s the sister of E-2 Williamson who needs a place to stay sir after losing her valuables on site at the Hippy Festival. E-2 Williamson however is not on base at this present time sir, so I can’t sign her in.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll take her back downtown until we can find a family member to get her home,” the Cop said.
The three men exchanged looks like I was a piece of excess baggage and I suddenly felt fear of being alone and unprotected in the world. The old guy who was obviously a general or something the way the other guy was jumping to attention was wearing a shirt that was buttoned up but tight across his broad barrel chest. His waist was a narrow band of iron, lean as a slice of back bacon. Although the stubble on his head was white iron and his skin was sandpaper rough, he still looked young, almost kind of hot. He clearly had a ton of power and I yearned for him to take care of me. Just once I wanted to be important to someone.
“I can sign the little girl in,” the big guy said, looking down into the car with glistening eyes.
“But Colonel, sir, we don’t have access to E-2 Williamson’s quarters.”
“Then I’ll take her home to my guest room until the man gets back. The least we can do for our soldiers is to look after their little sisters.”
The cop and the gate Sargent exchanged glances and my skin went all shivery at the Colonel’s suggestion because his voice was so hard, even the men quaked a little when he spoke. I did admit to feeling kind of a thrill at being rescued by such a senior commander. Little me getting taken in by the big guy, just wait ‘til I told my bro. I might even get him a promotion or a medal.
I followed him inside a detached house on the base, way bigger than the attached box houses we’d passed driving through the empty streets. The colonel had stopped his car outside a store, right out front in a space that said “No Parking” while he went inside for supplies. I hoped no more officers would show up and I’d get into trouble for the illegal parking and eventually he returned with two brown bags holding bottles of wine and whiskey.
The colonel showed me upstairs in his house to a smallish room that looked as though it was rarely used and pointed out the master across the hall.
“I’ll be in there, if you need anything during the night,” he said. Again his eyes scoured across my body and I felt a flitter of excitement between my legs. But that was crazy because although the guy was kind of handsome and had a toughness that was thrilling because of his closely cropped steel hair, the gray stubble on his razor wire chin and the solid torso in the white tee shirt, he had to be at least in his forties. I followed him back downstairs and took the glass of wine he handed me.
“Your brother has not had a stellar career in the military to date,” he said. “E-2 is the lowest rank—he hasn’t advanced in four years of service.”
“Actually he’s not my real brother. Our parents married when I was thirteen so he’s my step and he enlisted a year later, before I really got to know him.”
“He’s got an issue with submitting to authority,” the Colonel snapped as though it was my responsibility.
“I remember my dad saying the same thing.”
“And what about you?”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh—do you have a problem with authority? Or taking orders?”
“I, um—” My body was quivering all over, partly with fear at being all alone with a strange powerful man who could do whatever he wanted with me, but mostly because I wanted him to.
My heartbeat flittered wild as my breath was fast enough to be obvious and the Colonel smiled the tiniest bit when he noticed how my chest was pumping up and down. The half cup balcony bra I’d worn to make my tits look voluptuous for Dadge was doing its job and they were spilling forth with every jagged inhalation.
“Honestly—I ran out without telling my parents I was coming to Vegas for the festival, they’d have nixed both. So I guess you could say I’m a rebel too.”
“Rebels are the most interesting to work with,” the Colonel said, his eyes dropping from my heaving tits down to my short denim skirt and exposed thighs which crinkled with the tingles running through my channel. I sure hadn’t felt this way on the bus with Dadge.
The attention from the Colonel—whose name I still didn’t know—I guess I’d have to call him Colonel always—was stimulating enough to make my pussy clench. He’d know exactly how
to teach a girl to stroke a cock properly and for sure he’d bring me to the climax I urgently wanted.
“Teaching them how to submit, taming their wild nature to my command.”
“It might be fun to submit,” I said and followed up with a trail of my tongue around my lips.
In response, the colonel ran a finger down the side of my neck then tipped his hand on the way down to trail the backs of all four across my engorged nipple. I couldn’t stifle a gasp as his firm touch was making my pussy damp with longing.
“And if I told you to open your legs?” he said. His agile fingers had pulled the first few buttons undone and he was gazing at the naked tops of my breasts. He reached into the over-flowing cup and tugged the full mound out. My tits were a good D measure but they were erect and hard and the Colonel’s eyes glittered as his eyes blazed across my exposed peak. He circled his palm over the tip and then filled it with my flesh, mounding and squeezing hard until I gasped with the pain.