by Gia Blue
“Hey!” I rise, but he places a hand in the middle of my back to keep me stil .
“Fuck it. I want to see your pussy. I’ve heard you got the tightest, prettiest pussy in town.” I giggle and look over my shoulder at him.
“You’ve heard?”
His face reddens, a gentle blush traveling over his cheeks. “Guys talk too, you know?”
“Oh yeah? What are they talking about me?” Shaun removes his hand and whips my tank top off, tossing it over his shoulder, then whirling me to face him. A smal whimper escapes him when he gets his first glimpse of my breasts. “Guys say you’re the prettiest girl around and the hottest fuck ever.” Shaun kneads my breasts, plucking my nipples, cupping and weighing my globes. He bends to capture my hardened nub between his lips, suckles my aroused flesh, the tug seems to be connected to my clit, and I rol my hips, needy and wanting. He releases the nipple, blows cool air across the nub. “You’ve got the most gorgeous rack, the prettiest little nipples.”
He drops to his knees, kissing a trail down my stomach and toward my pussy. He laps at the top of my slit, pressing a tender kiss to my lower lips. “Best tasting pussy. Fuck.” He nudges my legs farther apart, licks the seam of my pussy once again. “Jesus. They weren’t lying.” Nearly panting, he delves deeper, spreading my sex folds, opening me to him and he licks me from hole to clit, lingering over the bundle of nerves. He flicks the nub like a butterfly’s wings, quick and fast before he runs his tongue back to my heat, lapping at my juices.
Shaun growls and I can barely make out his words as he moans, rough against my flesh, a chuffing purr, and I shudder as the vibrations travel through me. “Fucking pretty pussy. Sweet cunt.”
I moan and drop my head back, savoring each of his motions, his tongue dancing on my clit, tickling and playing my hot button. His sucks, flutters and teases before sucking once again.
My whole body is on fire, wanting and needing, but I don’t look forward to the end. This place, the edge, the precipice, is such a lovely torment. It’s building and gathering between my legs, shudders traveling along my spine, dancing from head to toe, and I’m thankful I can lean against the table.
“Don’t stop…” I pant. “Don’t…”
The fucker doesn’t listen. He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder and dives farther back along my cleft, fucking me deeper with his tongue, moaning against my tender flesh, and I grind against him, search out my orgasm. It’s fucking heavenly. He’s growling and rubbing against me, darting in and out, tasting everything he can get to. That includes my asshole, apparently.
Fuck, I love my ass eaten out.
“Yeah, lick it, do it.”
He flutters across my hole, spearing me, laving the forbidden entrance, lapping at those seldom stimulated nerves.
I palm my breasts, pinch the nipples, enjoying the ecstasy, the naughty pleasure he’s giving me. “Yes…” I hiss as he touches every part of my. “Lick me. More.”
He growls and presses closer, gives me what I’m begging for, and I feel my orgasm slam toward the edge, pussy clenching, ass relaxing around his invasion, clit just throbbing with want.
By now, I’m babbling, chanting his name, begging and al around whining out my needs.
“Right there…” I rock my hips. “More. Deeper.” I grind down against him. “Close…” I can’t breathe and now speaking is beyond me.
Every muscle in my body tightens, screams and I buck against his face, pussy clenching and I scream out my release, juices gushing from my cunt and lava pouring through my veins as I come apart, break into a mil ion tiny pieces.
I’m ravenous now, a tongue not doing the job.
I need a cock shoved somewhere.
“Shaun.” I gasp. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.” He retreats from my pussy, chin shining from my cream, eyebrow arched. “Baby.” I snag his col ar and pul him to standing, capture his lips in a hard kiss and taste my cum, lap at the mild, salty fluid. As we kiss, he positions his cock at the opening of my pussy, easing his crown in, stretching my entrance.
I mewl, a shiver of pain joining in the pleasure, and he pauses, pul ing free of our kiss to watch my reaction.
“Can you real y take me?”
A smirk crosses his features and I know he’s teasing. “Yes, I can.” I’m mad with desire, with want.
Shaun eases in another inch and pauses.
Smirk in place once again. “Uh-oh, I’m going to stretch this pretty pussy, baby girl.”
“Mmm…Just fuck me, Shaun. I like big cocks stretching my cunt.”
“Real y? Like this?” He shoves in another inch.
Fuck this. I’m impatient and shove my pussy al the way down until I can’t sink any farther. That might have been a mistake, since my channel is now tel ing me I was real y ready.
Regardless of being horny as hel , I feel as if I’m about ready to burst.
“Fuck!” I can’t hold back my scream.
He pets my back in soft strokes, sweat beading on his forehead with the effort to hold stil . “Babe, it’l pass. I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise.” He soothes me, his eyes blazing with fire and retreats a bit before thrusting back into my heat. “Doesn’t this feel good?” He inches in and out. “I love your pussy, baby. So tight and wet.” He picks up his pace, bal s slapping against my ass cheeks. Again and again, he shoves forward, then retreats. “Fuck yeah.” He’s breathing heavy, but then pauses, embedded deep inside me. ‘There. Do you feel me, baby? Fucking you. My cock in your pussy.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Does it feel good?”
My only reply is a soft mewl, a whimper.
After the initial bit of pain, I only feel pleasure now, a ful ness I could easily get addicted to.
He picks up his strokes, the short slams in and out of my pussy. “Oh, fuck, yesyesyes…” Shaun just grunts and quickens, slamming in so deep he hits my cervix, and I quiver around him. So fucking hot, so good. Mind-numbing kind of good.
“Jesus, babe. You’re so tight. So fucking good. I could fuck you like this al night.” Al night? I snort. He’l ruin me.
Shaun slips his arms under my thighs and pushes me back to lie on the kitchen table, legs spread wide. He fucks me like a jackhammer, flesh slapping against flesh. He thrusts so hard the feet of the table screech against the linoleum floor.
“Shaun!” I breathe out.
“Doesn’t this feel good, babe?” Shaun hammers me with short, vicious strokes. “I love fucking you like this.”
God. I love it too. “Faster, faster…” I’m almost there. Those tel tale, electric tingles are dancing along my spine, pussy clenching rhythmical y around his cock, pulse, pulse, pulse… I don’t have to whine and plead again.
“Fuck yeah.” I keen. “Harder!”
Shaun growls through gritted teeth, breathing hard as he pounds me. “Like this?”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” He pistons in and out of me, grip shifting until he has one hand on my hip and another on my shoulder, almost pul ing me against him as he shoves forward. Yanking and pul ing, he fucks me, the screech of the table warring with the sound of our bodies meeting, moans and groans.
Harder, faster, deeper, more and then I’m coming around him, screaming and cursing while he continues to punish my poor cunt. Again and again and again, slam, slam, slam. I convulse around him, milk his shaft at every inward stroke and he continues to pound me until he jerks once, twice and then three times into my throbbing pussy.
He col apses over me when our shudders final y ease and Shaun hugs me, kisses the side of my jaw and nuzzles my neck. Such a sweetheart. With a cock that doesn’t quit.
He eases free of me and his gaze lingers on the juncture of my thighs. His cum is running out of my pussy in thin rivulets of cream and I think I see a hint of pride over his load inside me.
Shaun shakes his head and pul s on his clothes while I hop off the table and slip my shorts and tank top back on, grab my torn panties as a memento of
sorts.
I step up to him and give him a chaste peck on the lips. “I’d better clean up and take a shower. Would you lock the door on your way out?”
I turn from him, but look back when he speaks. “Sure. Babe…”
I’m waiting for some sentimental bul shit.
That’s not what I get.
“When do you think you’l be making bread pudding again?”
DOUBLE TEAMED
When I see Matt the next day, he somehow knows I’ve fucked Shaun. I don’t know how, but he’s sort of staring at me strangely at breakfast and seems to put two and two together. He wasn’t at the body shop yesterday when I’d dropped by to lure Shaun to the house, so I don’t know what’s up. When my stepdad leaves for work, he ambushes me with questions.
“Why did you do it?” He’s practical y yel ing, but I feign ignorance.
“Do what?”
“You fucked Shaun.”
“Yes, I did.” I raise a single eyebrow.
“Why?”
I shrug. “I like him, and he’s pretty.”
“So I’m not good enough for you?” Sighing, I try to soothe his ego. “You’re pretty too, but I like a variety of sausages on my breakfast plate. Why are you getting al upset?”
“Because you fucked my best friend!”
“Is he off limits? Are you jealous?” Matt’s face reddens.
“Are you jealous because you want to keep Shaun al to yourself? Hmm? ” I throw that dig, because I know my stepbrother is straighter than a ruler and just want to tease him. By now he should know what type of sexual deviant I am. He and I are fuck buddies, not lovers, and I’ve never promised him anything but a good time. Wel , plenty of good times.
Matt throws up his hands, making an exasperated sound and whirls away from me, stomps toward the backdoor and slams it on his way out, making the dishes shake. Ugh. As I clean the kitchen, I think back on the situation I’ve created and my stomach fil s with dread. Matt wouldn’t… I’ve had guys get into fights over me and I’ve never real y cared. That’s al on them and their overblown egos. But this time…Damnit.
Tossing the rest of the dishes in the sink, I leave everything for later and fol ow Matt to the shop, only minutes behind him. When I show up, the guys are nowhere in sight and I ask another employee where they’d wandered off to. It seems they needed to speak in “private”. Lovely.
I hadn’t spotted them in the parking lot when I walked up, so I mosey around toward the back where the employees usual y take smoke breaks. Turning the corner, I find my hunch was right. Matt and Shaun look as if they’re ready to claw at each other’s throats, the anger easily visible in their postures and expressions.
“Cut it out both of you,” I bark, cutting the tension, the staring contest they’re having.
“Stay out of it, Lisa,” Matt doesn’t take his attention from his best friend. “It’s my business.”
“What business? It’s my pussy and I’m not your property, Matt. You don’t have the right to get al pissy because other guys take what I offer.”
“But he should know better. He’s my best friend.”
Shaun doesn’t say anything and then final y steps back with a growl, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m sorry, man. I should’ve known better. I’m sorry I touched your sister.”
“Stepsister,” I correct. I cross my arms across my chest and glower at the two testosterone-laden morons. “Do you know why I fucked both of you?”
Their expressions change, shift from anger to wariness in a flash. Obviously, they hadn’t thought about why I’d gone after them both.
Unless they just figure I’m a total slut. Then again, I am.
“I’m leaving Tucker Point, and I before I do, I wanted to make a few more fond memories starring the two of you.” Initial y, I don’t want to blurt out my plan, but there doesn’t look to be a way to keep Matt and Shaun from going after each other. Men.
“You’re leaving…” Matt begins.
“Tucker Point?” Shaun finishes.
“I’ve been offered a scholarship at an Ivy League school and I’m going to take it.” Silently I add “eventual y” to the end of that sentence.
Technical y, it’s not an out and out lie. I did get a scholarship offer and I’l head to school…at some point. And I’m sure as hel not going to tel them I’l be earning a living on my hands and knees for a while in Hol ywood.
“You’re kidding.” Matt’s disbelief is written plainly across his face. “You haven’t said a word about it to Dad.”
“I just received the acceptance letter.” Shaun runs a hand through his hair, the dark tresses sticking out at odd directions.
“That’s a bummer. I mean, I’m happy for you. But it sucks to see you go.”
“I know. So would you two stop fighting like idiots? You’re best friends. I don’t want to come between you.” I snicker, and add naughtily, “Wel , I do want to come between you two, but in an entirely different way.”
Shaun picks up on my innuendo right away.
“Jesus.”
“I’ve told you, baby. It’s Lisa, not Jesus.” I wink and wait for Matt to catch on.
He’s a bit slower…or maybe he doesn’t expect this from me, even after al this time.
“Geez, Lisa. You’re out of your mind.” I shrug. “Maybe, but I want to have a good time before I leave. How about we cal it my graduation present… You two haven’t given me anything yet.”
“I gave you that expensive engraved pen,” Matt reminds me.
“Pen.” I rol my eyes. “I can’t have any fun with a pen. It’s too smal for me.”
Shaun chuckles and Matt shoots me his
“young lady you shouldn’t be talking like that” glare.
I lick my lower lip nice and slow. Entice them. Tease them. “Just think about it...how fun it would be…it’s the perfect graduation present.” I wink and turn on my heel.
I can feel Matt and Shaun’s stares burning into my as I round the corner and head toward home.
* * *
Later I tel my stepdad about the
scholarship and that I intend on leaving Tucker Point. The old man seams taken aback by the news, as if he’d expected me to live in the house forever. I’m eighteen and ready to leave the proverbial nest. Plus, it’s not as if I’m his “real” kid.
“The house is going to be empty without you, Lisa. I mean, I’m thril ed you got a scholarship and I know your mother would have been proud. Bless her soul. What about money?
Do you need help to pay for your dorm room?
Food?”
My stepdad isn’t loaded. Sure, the body shop does wel for this backwater town, but it makes just enough to pay his employees and for us to get by. The last thing I’m going to do is bother him for money. He’s been kind enough to feed and shelter me since my mother’s death.
I shake my head. “No, the dorm room is included with my scholarship along with a meal plan. I’l just need spending money and I’l get a job for that. Plus, I’ve got some savings from waitressing here in town. I’l be fine, Daddy, I promise.”
My stepfather is quiet for a moment, and suddenly, he looks a lot older than he actual y is.
“I’m going to miss your cooking, sweetheart. It’s like having your mom in the kitchen every day.”
“I can teach Matt some of your favorites.” Matt forks another bit of beef stew into his mouth and flashes a wan smile. He hasn’t said a word while we’ve been sitting at the dinner table.
My stepdad sighs. “You know he’s helpless.
He can’t boil water to save his life.” Matt grumbles. “That’s not true. I can boil water.”
“Yeah, and you managed to burn it.” My stepdad shakes his head. “Hopeless.” I grin at their banter and push away from the table, gather their dishes and begin the normal cleanup.
A few hours after dinner, Matt knocks and comes into my room while I’m packing my favorite books. I plan on shipping my things once I get settled, since I don�
��t feel like hauling my stuff halfway across the country.
His face fal s when he sees my room, al of my personal belongings taken down and packed up.
“You’re real y leaving.” His voice is soft, sad.
He closes the door behind him, gaze taking in my space.
“You’l miss me?” I tease.
“Of course I wil .”
“I’l miss you too, Matt.” He’l always hold a spot in my heart. Always.
He moves and slumps onto my bed. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he speaks. “Shaun and I talked.” I turn to look at him, watch him swal ow hard. “We’ve agreed to give you your…” He licks his lips, wipes his hands on his jeans. “…graduation present. Shaun just wants to know when and where.”
My pussy grows heavy with the thought of having them together. “Awesome. I’l let you know.
I haven’t decided on the location, but I want it to be special.”
“Dad’s not home during the day,” Matt suggests.
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want a quickie, and it’s too risky to do it at home. I’l get back to you guys.”
Matt nods and looks around. “Do you need any help?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” I turn my attention back to the task at hand, stack a few books on my desk.
He slips behind me and presses a soft kiss to the nape of my neck, slides a hand beneath the hem of my skirt. “You sure you don’t need any help?” His voice is a low, seductive whisper in my ear.
I hiss. “Stop it, Dad’s stil awake.”
“Just a quickie, baby.” His hand makes it to the edge of my panties, fingers toying with the lace trim.
I throw him a warning glare over my shoulder. The reason I’ve never been caught is because I’ve always been super careful. “Behave yourself, brother dear.”
Matt flinches and retreats, casting me a disappointed pout.
“After midnight,” I offer. “Like usual.” He pecks me on my lips. “As usual.”