by Gia Blue
It’s good and bad, and right and wrong.
Matt doesn’t quit, doesn’t ease his slam as I come around his cock. He keeps fil ing me with his urgent, savage thrusts until another orgasm tears through me, takes me by surprise, and I twist beneath him, fighting the pleasure, but embracing it at the same time.
I reach up and bite his shoulder to stifle my scream, but it doesn’t seem as though he feels the grip of my teeth on his skin. His gaze is fixed on me and he chants my name, repeating it with every thrust home as if it were a mantra.
My pussy is on fire. I can’t decide if the constant pounding of his cock into me feels good or hurts, and the assault makes a lewd wet sound in the quiet.
He doesn’t appear to be tiring. Even while he’s doing al the work, moving his body and luring pleasure from my soaking pussy, I’m exhausted, drained. I know he hasn’t dated lately and I figure he’s been gearing up for a good fuck for a while.
That thought is shoved aside as I come once again, spasm around him, but he keeps up his pace, breath coming in harsh pants, muscles of his neck tense. My cunt feels raw, tired and aching yet not quite ready to be done for the night.
I shift beneath him, try to get closer and push him away at the same time. I want, but I don’t. I need, but I hurt.
But he steals the decision from me, slamming into me once, twice…and then he jerks, sealed to me, cock flexing inside my cunt as he spurts his creamy cum into my channel. Jet after jet fil s me while he pants above me, groans and moans mingling with the sound of his breathing.
Final y, his cock softens inside me, the stretch of my cunt easing as he grows flaccid and col apses on top of me, making it hard to breathe.
After a few moments, he shifts to the side, a trail of cum fol owing the line of his cock. I relish the feel of his seed leaking from my wel -used cunt. God, I just want to slip my fingers along my slit, gather a bit of it and taste our flavors mixed together.
He brushes his lips across mine in a tender kiss. “Sugar cup,” he whispers against my mouth.
I purr and bury my face against his throat, sated for now, but the sound of my pet name is stirring a new hunger deep within me.
Hmm…maybe in a few minutes I can get him going again.
SHAUN
I’ve passed al of my finals with the highest scores in the tri-state area. Boo-yeah. And, hey, I’ve even had several scholarship offers and one from an Ivy League col ege.
Of course I’ve stil got porn star dreams and need to weigh my choices careful y. At eighteen, I’m at the perfect age to dive into the porn industry. Bouncy and fresh, I can get into some of those “barely legal” vids, maybe catch the eye of a big studio like Vivid.
What I wouldn’t give to work with a director like Michael Ninn. Hel , if I play my cards right and end up with Jenna-level fame, I might come out with my own line of sex toys and a pay-for-porn website.
But I need to get the bal rol ing. Or bal s rol ing, whatever. The point is, a porn star’s career is short. Once I hit twenty-five, I’l be considered a vet and wel out of the “barely legal” age. Men don’t typical y dig the older chicks. They want a hot young thing with a tight cunt and perky breasts.
The only exception would be if I wanted to do MILF porn, but then I’l need to age a few years. So it’s late teens or hitting thirties. That in between stage wil be perfect for col ege.
So for now, school can wait. The path to porn-stardom can’t.
I’ve been saving money since I started working part-time at the Tucker Point bakery, smiling and sel ing yummy sweets, looking cute for the older guys who stop by for coffee and a Danish. Or more likely, coffee and a look down my top. Whatever.
Being frugal while I’ve been working, I’ve saved enough cash to support me while I’m in California and hunt for work in the industry. I’ve contacted an agent, sent in vids and photos, and he likes what he sees. Then again, so do the men in Tucker Point. But this agent is ready to book me if only I’l give California a chance.
And honestly, I’m ready to head west.
But something has kept me in Tucker Point.
Shaun Vega.
Before I leave this hel hole of a redneck town, I want to fuck him. No, not just him, but him and my stepbrother at the same time. Both of them fil ing me, fucking me, taking me however they want.
I figure it’l scratch my itch and give me practice at the same time. It’l be the greatest conquest of my youth and cross of the last name on my list of men I want to fuck in Tucker Point.
Ugh. Lately, when no one is around, Matt has been treating me like his girlfriend. Okay, I can dig the cuddles and sex, neither of us want rumors running through town about our sex life and we sure as hel don’t want it reaching my stepfather.
I love the sex, but we’re not dating, we’re fucking. Besides, he’s my stepbrother and it’s not as if we’re going to have a white picket fence and al that. I’m destined for Cali, not back woods Tucker Point.
And for some reason, my aloofness bothers him. Sure, I’m wild in bed and he seems to like that, but if I don’t return his affection like a
“normal” girlfriend, I get male drama to the tune of
“Am I not manly enough for you?”.
Double ugh.
“I love sex and not necessarily from the same person,” I tel him. “There’s a reason they cal me a slut, Matt.” I rol my eyes then and walk away. Men.
Later, I could tel my response had pissed him off, but hey, I can’t change who I am. Or pretend to be some good girl who only spreads her legs for one man (or woman) at a time.
For a ful week after my comment, he doesn’t slip into my room at night and pester me for sex. Yeah, he’s mad at me, but I’m too busy with graduation and preparing for my future. The future no one knows about. When I final y duck out of Tucker Point, it’l be a secret. I’l pack a bag and disappear in the night. So long, suckers!
By the end of the week, it’s apparent Matt can’t stay mad. He sneaks into my bed and fucks me in every position imaginable. My stepdad is out of town, giving us freedom to indulge. My stepbrother yel s and screams like hel as he shoves that cock down my throat, into my pussy and then rams it into my needy ass. No holes barred, he samples them al …and with a hint of anger. What he doesn’t get is that I like rough sex.
I like having my hair pul ed and cunt fil ed. I like that he just positions me as he wants and takes me.
Immediately after graduation, I set my devious, sex-fil ed plan into motion.
Fuck Matt? Check.
Fuck Shaun? Soon.
Fuck them both? Very, very soon. Rawr.
Days after graduation, I tempt Shaun into the house with bread pudding. The whole rinky-dink town knows I bake the best for miles and the bakery always sel s out whenever I get the baking itch.
Even though Shaun is a health freak and Mr. Workout, he’s got a mean sweet tooth. After lunch, I drop by the body shop, let him know I’ve got some in the house if he wants a bite. But he’s got to pick it up by two, since I have a few errands to run. Okay, that time limit is a lie, but I want him in my house. Bad.
Honestly, I didn’t think luring him away from work would be that easy. Hel , it seemed easier than Hansel being tempted into the gingerbread house.
Just before two, Shaun shows up, eyes bright and excitement radiating from him. Geez, I can’t believe someone can get this frisky over baked goods.
When he knocks, I pad to the door and let him in. I’m wearing a tight little tank top with no bra and itty bitty shorts that show a hint of my ass below the bottom hem. Just the thing to seduce my hottie.
“Thanks so much. I’ve been dying for this.
You haven’t made this for the bakery in a while.” Shaun pul s up a chair to the kitchen table and wipes his brow with his forearm. The shop is a few blocks from the house and it’s in the nineties outside.
“Yeah, I’ve been busy with exams. Do you want to eat here or take it home with you?” Please let him want to eat here. Se
riously.
“Hel , I’l eat it here. I don’t want to share it with my family.”
I wink and smile. “Ah. Do you want a glass of milk?”
“Yes, please.” That’s Shaun, always so polite.
I slide two slices of bread pudding from the pan and microwave it for a few seconds, just enough to heat it a tad and chase the chil away. I give Shaun his treat and a fork, and I watch him shovel the dessert into his mouth while I pour him a glass of milk.
When his plate is empty, he sits back, licking his lips. “Mmm. Heavenly. This stuff is real y good,” he praises. “I could eat a tray of this by myself.”
I laugh. “It wil make you fat.”
“I’l burn it off in the gym.”
I smirk, imagining him shirtless, working his weights. “So true. I take it you liked it?”
“More like love.”
“Want to try it with some homemade caramel sauce?”
His eyes widen, mouth hangs open. “You have that?”
“Sure.” I grab a jar from the cabinet and spoon some onto his plate before adding another slice of bread pudding.
He shovels another bite into his mouth, moaning around the sweetness. “Yummy.” I smile. “Say, Shaun, ever had a caramel sauce blowjob?”
The fork stops in midair. “What did you just say?”
“Have you. Ever had. A caramel sauce.
Blowjob?” I say the words slowly, as if I were speaking to a three-year-old.
Shaun swal ows hard and his gaze rakes me from head to toe and back again before he answers. “No.”
I lick my lips and press my legs together, pussy already aching at the thought of wrapping my mouth around his dick. “Want to try?”
“Jesus.”
I lean forward, place my palms flat on the table and press my arms into my breasts, forming a nice bit of cleavage for my prey. “Not Jesus.
Lisa.”
He coughs and almost spews bread pudding al over the kitchen table. And unlike Matt, he’s not shy about responding to my proposition. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
Shaun swal ows, Adam’s apple traveling the length of his throat. “What about Matt?”
“What about him?”
“He won’t like it.”
I snort. “He’s never voiced his disapproval about me fucking guys.” I lower my gaze, look at him from beneath my lashes and lick my lower lip ever so slowly. “Or girls.”
He looks away for a moment, and an expression I can’t read ghosts across his face.
“Didn’t you, like, sleep with him?” I quirk a brow. “He told you that?”
“No, I just guessed. He’s looked al happy and secretive lately. Figured it had to be a chick, but he hasn’t been dating. So,” he shrugs, “it had to be you.”
“You’re correct.”
Shaun swears, stares at the table top.
“So you do want a caramel-coated BJ or not?” Yeah, I’m getting impatient. I want to suck his cock, not have some fucking Hal mark moment.
He’s quiet for a moment before he raises his head, gaze on mine. “I’ve always had a soft spot for you. You’re gorgeous.”
Fabulous. I thought getting him out of his pants was going to take a lot longer than this. I wave a hand toward his jeans. “Lose those babies. Let me see your cock.”
Shaun nudges his chair back and lowers the zipper. I eye him critical y as he pul s his dick free. He’s not as long as Matt, but looks to be thicker. He’s not even ful y erect yet and I can tel he’l fil me so good. I nod with approval and then glance around the room. I locked the kitchen door after Shaun showed up and the front door got the same treatment before he came over. I figure we’l be safe for now.
I spoon some of the caramel sauce into a smal bowl. “I’m going to heat this a bit so it tastes a little better.”
He strokes his cock, focus al on me. “Okay.” I microwave the sauce for a few seconds.
Not so hot that it’l scald him, but warmed just enough so it’s nice and gooey.
When I pul the bowl free and turn, Shaun’s standing there barefoot and his jeans are a blue lump of fabric next to the chair. His hands rest on my hips while he brushes his lips over the shel of my ear, nuzzles my neck. A shiver of desire dances down my spine at the contact.
“Can I get a kiss?”
I bite back my smile. So polite. “Yes, you may, Mr. Vega.” I giggle.
He wraps me in his arms, bringing our fronts together, and his now hard cock presses into my lower bel y. His lips are warm, the flavors of mint from his gum and cinnamon from the bread pudding, explode on my tongue. We ease into intimacy with our kiss. Light pecks, smal nibbles and tiny suckles.
With a groan, he slides his tongue between my lips, forcing his way in, taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. His hand is on the back of my head, anchoring me while he ravages my mouth. We fight for dominance, but he wins, stealing my breath until spots dance behind my eyelids.
“Oh.” I gasp.
“Babe, you’re so beautiful.”
My heart melts at “babe”, but I’m hoping at some point he’l cal me bitch. I gesture with my chin toward the chair. “Sit.” Shaun presses one last kiss against my lips before he retreats. I fol ow, bowl of caramel in one hand, his fingers twined with the other. He releases me, turns and sits, his little (okay, not so little) soldier standing at attention.
He’s big, his shaft rock hard, and unlike Matt, he’s shaved around his prick. His pubes are gone, even his bal s are bald. Maybe it’s because of the time spent in the gym and it’s easier to maintain. Not that I care al that much. It just means I’l be able to taste his clean skin instead of random bits of hair. Wel , that and the fact that hair and caramel don’t typical y play wel with others.
I kneel and place the bowl to my left before I focus on his cock. I clasp his shaft and lower my head, give it a tiny kiss of greeting. His dick twitches in reply and I see his bal s are drawn up tight. I dip my fingers into the bowl, gather a nice dol op and then smear the gooey confection across the head.
“Oh.” He gasps and shifts in his seat.
“Too hot?” I smirk, knowing the heat isn’t a problem and that our play is getting to him already.
He takes a deep breath, blows it out slowly.
“No, baby, it feels good.”
I col ect more of the warm sugary goo and coat his shaft and bal s, not holding back and making sure every inch of his dick is covered. I’ve always loved caramel apples and I imagine caramel cock wil be even better.
When I’m done, I raise my fingers to his mouth, brush his lower lip with a single digit and he laps at the sweetness, sucking it in and laving my skin. He sucks them deep, twirling his tongue around the delicious offering, moaning. He licks me clean, and that’s when the fun begins.
I pul my fingers free of his mouth and drop my gaze to his sweet treat. I shift back until my ass rests on my heels, face level with his candy-coated cock, and open my mouth wide, lap at the tip, gather some of the sticky sweetness and hunt up the salty pre-cum leaking from his prick.
Round and round I lick, searching out the flavor of his skin, his inherit scent, while savoring the mix of flavors. He moans as I slip my mouth around the head, tongue playing and circling the ridge, flicking over the slit, sucking him in and licking him clean.
I change direction, drop and lick along the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft, savoring every inch. He slips his hand to the back of my head, fingers knotting in my hair while I work his dick.
Up and down I travel, lick and suck and flick, taste it al , inhale the musk that surrounds his groin, and I want to rol in his scent.
I turn my attention to swal owing him, fitting as much of that fat dick into my mouth as I can.
With each fal over his shaft, he rocks his hips, works to shove himself deeper into me, hits the back of my throat. I moan and hum, give him the extra sensation as I work him over.
I let him pop free of my wet mouth and
go back to licking and savoring his hard shaft, lick his bal s, suck the sack and nibble the loose skin.
Shaun tightens his grip, growls low in his throat. “Oh yeah, baby, lick it. Lick that cock.” I rise to envelop the blunt head, and he hisses in ecstasy. I take my time, head first, then I deep-throat him, take him as far as I can, swal ow around his flesh for the added sensation. He’s so thick, pulsing against my tongue, swel ing larger with each passing moment. I rise and then sink down again, taking him back to my throat, almost choking, but loving it. Shaun shivers and then guides my movements, forces me to move up and down at his pace as he fucks my face.
“Jesus, baby. You feel so good. I love watching you suck my cock like this. Fuck, baby.
Harder. Suck me harder. I can take it. Yeah. Just like that. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Take that cock.”
Shaun feels for my chest, cupping my breast, but the fabric quickly annoys him. He slips his hand beneath the neckline of my top and kneads my breast. He pinches and plucks the nub and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me and heads straight for my pussy. My cunt clenches and aches with unfulfil ed desire. I’m so wet, so turned on from sucking his cock, getting my face fucked by my stepbrother’s best friend. I know my juices are drenching my tiny panties, the fabric soaking up some, but not al , of my arousal.
He pul s his hand from my breast and fumbles farther down my body toward my pussy.
But from his position, he can’t quite reach my needy cunt. Growling, he pul s my mouth from his cock and forces me to stand. Secret smile in place, I move as he desires, rising and leaning against the kitchen table while he yanks my tiny shorts down and free of my legs.
His fingers stroke me between my thighs, sliding over the silk of my thong panties, delving beneath the tiny string and running over my soaking slit.
He moans low. “Open for me.”
I spread my thighs a little, hands braced on the smooth top of the table.
He grunts, petting deeper. “Shit.” His voice is a low growl as he rips my panties off, the ripping fabric sounding loud in the quiet room.