by JA Huss
I lean over, cupping one as AJ works on getting her leggings off. My mouth covers her nipple and I suck on it, then pull back and nip it gently with my teeth.
She moans, lifting her butt up so AJ can slip her pants over her hips and drag them down her legs. He throws them over his shoulder and ducks his head under the covers, easing his way in between her legs.
I pull the covers back because I want to watch.
But Yvette says, “I’m cold.”
So I throw the covers over all three of us and the sweet scent of her wet pussy almost drives me mad.
AJ parts her legs and I place one hand on her inner thigh, spreading her open wider for him as he licks the length of her opening. She’s not shaved and even though I prefer shaved women and manscape myself, I like it on her. Fits her rustic personality but also gives me an idea for later.
AJ is eating her out so hard now, she grabs his head with one hand. Fisting his hair as she wriggles and writhes. Her other hand finds my cock and I lie back a little, giving her access. I reach over and slip my fingers between her legs. AJ licks them, sucking on them.
I respond by pushing them inside her to get them slick and feed him her juices.
I moan too. Because his mouth wrapped around my finger makes me want it on my cock.
What are we doing?
But it’s like AJ is reading my mind because he leans over Yvette’s open leg and does it. His hand joins hers and they pump me together and then… there it is.
His lips seal over the top of my head, his tongue flattens out along my shaft, and he goes down.
I don’t want to kill him, I decide.
Suddenly Yvette’s mouth is on mine. Her soft lips kissing me, her soft hand rubbing my scratchy jaw.
I open my mouth for her just as my cock slips down into AJ’s throat. Our tongues twist together. Mingle and slide in and out as AJ blows me and I finger her pussy. Her fingers join mine and she plays with herself. We play with her pussy together as we kiss.
It’s intimate and sexy and when she withdraws her fingers I miss them. I miss our connection. But then they’re in my mouth. Taking the place of our kiss and our tongues.
AJ is licking my balls as I suck on her fingers and imagine it’s AJ’s cock. I want to fuck her right now. I might want to fuck her together.
Shit. I like this. I like them. And I don’t want to kill her either.
AJ pulls back and my hand immediately goes to his head to make him continue. “Don’t stop,” I say.
“Then quit thinking so hard.” He laughs, throwing the covers off us. “You’re starting to piss me off.”
Yvette doesn’t complain that she’s cold. No one is cold. We are so hot for each other right now, we could heat this whole apartment.
“How should we fuck her?” I ask him.
“Any way we want,” AJ responds. But then he winks at me and adds, “But I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” I ask, licking Yvette’s fingers. She’s turned over on her side so our eyes meet as I do this. She pumps them in and out of my mouth.
AJ sits up, turns his body around, scoots his ass up to mine until our balls are touching and our rock-hard cocks are sticking straight up in the air. And then he says, “Together.”
I don’t know if Yvette is just a kinky bitch who’s done this before or she just has a very sexy imagination, but she understands before I do. Because she swings her legs over AJ’s stomach, positions her pussy right over the top of both our cocks, fists them at the same time with her hand, and then presses them up to her wet opening.
I know we’ll fit. We fucked her like this yesterday down on the dance floor. And I still remember how that felt. But nothing prepares me for this. Nothing prepares me for the experience of having one girl sink her full weight down onto the top of our two cocks and force us both inside her.
She’s facing me, not AJ. His hands go to her hips to help. But mine go to her large, heavy breasts. I squeeze them and make her moan and then… we’re both there. Inside her. And AJ’s hips begin to rock. His balls moving against mine.
He lifts her up with those large hands of his. Bouncing her. Bouncing her tits too. She flattens her hands down onto my stomach, pressing and gripping a little with her fingernails, grimacing as we fill her completely up.
AJ bounces her harder now. With more urgency. And then she takes over and begins fucking us for real. Leaning down onto my chest as her ass slides and grinds. Her hips moving up and down in short, quick movements.
A hard fuck, I decide. She wants a hard fuck.
AJ sits up, pulling his cock out of her. She moans at his withdrawal. But it only lasts a moment because he repositions, sitting up on his knees, and pushes her all the way down onto my chest.
Our lips find each other again. Kiss. Just as AJ covers her back with his body and slips his cock back in.
It’s like nothing else I can describe. This feeling of his dick sliding along mine. Nothing else.
And then he pounds her. Pounds me too. So hard Yvette and I slip up to the top of the bed and our heads hit the headboard with each forward thrust.
He slaps her ass and a loud crack echoes through the room. Yvette squeals in pain or maybe pleasure. Or probably both. And he does it again.
I want to close my eyes and just… experience it. Just enjoy it.
But AJ has other plans. Because he yanks her up off my chest by her hair. Wraps it tightly around his fist like it’s a rope. This makes her sit up straight and arch her back and she says, “Choke me.”
I blink my eyes at her. Almost ask her to repeat that.
But I heard her. So I do it.
I wrap both my hands around her throat and squeeze. Not too hard, but not too light either.
Her eyes flutter and close and she flops forward as she blacks out.
I release the pressure and a few seconds later she opens them again, smiling. “Do it again,” she says, sitting up.
All the while AJ is fucking us like a maniac. Thrusting forward with wild abandon.
I hesitate, caught up in the experience.
Yvette slaps me. Hard. Right across my face, and says, “Do it again!”
So I do. I squeeze until she passes out and flops forward.
She takes a few more seconds to come back this time, but she demands, “Again,” the minute she’s fully conscious.
I shake my head no and she raises her hand to slap me, but AJ catches her by the wrist and says, “Be good, Yvette,” in his low, throaty, killing voice. “Be a good girl and come.” And then he pushes her forward onto my chest and pounds her hard.
Unrelentingly hard.
I wrap my arms around her shoulders when she resists and tries to sit up. Force her to stay put as we fuck.
She struggles and says, “Do it again! Do it again!”
But AJ has other things in mind. Because he withdraws, backs up, pulling Yvette by her hair as he swings her small body around. My cock slips out and by the time I sit up to see what he’s doing, he’s got her laid out flat on the bed, face up. Her head dangling over the side of the mattress.
He points to me and says, “Fuck her pussy while I ram my cock down her throat.”
I look at Yvette and find her laughing.
“Do it,” AJ says.
I open her legs, lift her knees up to her breasts, and slip my dick inside her just as AJ enters her throat.
She gags, still laughing, her hands wrapped around his shaft.
I grip her hips and fuck her hard, just like AJ was doing moments before. And then his cock disappears inside her throat and her hands reach back until they find his thighs. She tries to make him back off, but he doesn’t.
She wants it hard? She wants it dirty?
OK. That’s what we give her.
AJ leans forward, holding her head tight until her whole face is pressed up against his stomach. I watch, and then he looks up at me and smiles.
Leans forward and kisses me on the mouth. Whispers… “You’re welcome,�
� as his tongue plays with mine.
Yvette gags and AJ leans back, breaking our kiss. Pulling his cock out of Yvette’s mouth. It’s dripping with her saliva and I can’t stop looking at it.
So hard, so long, so thick.
And then he grabs my head, brings my face towards him, shoves it down my throat, and says… “Come. Right now.”
And we do. Yvette’s pussy clamps around my dick as her body goes limp
AJ’s cock shudders inside my mouth as he groans and fists my hair.
My cock stiffens and my balls go tight.
And we come.
Chapter Nineteen - AJ
Logan pushes me away, my come spilling out of his mouth. I wonder what he’s gonna do about that? Will he hit me?
I don’t really care.
I’m fucking smiling so big.
“You dick,” he says, wiping his mouth. “What the fuck?”
I grab Yvette by the shoulders and sit her up. Her body is soft and compliant and doesn’t resist. I pick her up and throw her down on the bed, making her squeal.
I slap the top of her thigh and say, “Move over.” And she does. So I get in beside her. “Just come here,” I tell Logan, who is still kneeling near the end of the bed, wiping his face.
He takes a deep breath and turns around, flopping back into the mess of covers and pillows.
“That was fun,” I say, still grinning.
I chance a look over at Logan. Find him smiling. “I’m gonna get you back for that.”
“Fuck you,” I say. “You loved it.” And then I twist one of Yvette’s nipples, making her squeal again. “And you,” I say.
“What?” she hums, eyes closed.
“Don’t do that again.”
“Do what?”
“You know what,” I say. “‘Choke me,’” I mimic her in a fake feminine voice.
“What can I say? I like it.”
But that’s not what it was. Choke me. It felt like…
“Stop thinking so hard,” she says, mimicking my masculine voice.
“I won’t be so nice next time,” I warn her.
“That was you being nice?”
“Yeah,” I say. And it comes out hard and harsh. “It was.”
“OK, kids,” Logan says. “Don’t make me pull this car over.”
We’re silent for a few minutes. Kinda awkward, long minutes. So I reach over and pull her close. “I don’t like it,” I say. “Don’t do it again.”
She rests her head on my chest and sighs.
“Did it stop snowing?” Logan asks.
Yvette doesn’t move so I look over at the window to check, but it’s impossible to tell because they’re iced over. The wind is howling. No change from yesterday. So I say, “I don’t think so.”
“The highway is probably still closed,” Yvette says, not bothering to open her eyes. “But it’s Monday. So no matter what the plows will be out, even if it’s just for the locals who live past the stop gates. They’ll open the whole thing by tonight if the snow lets up. Tomorrow morning at the latest.”
So. One more day. That’s all we get.
I have a sudden urge to get off this mountain. Damon hasn’t heard from us in almost twenty-four hours. He’s gonna get suspicious. Gonna be wondering if we got the job done.
“Can anyone get past those gates?” I ask.
“No,” Yvette mumbles, almost sleepily. “No. They keep a sheriff on each side, both ways, because people are stupid and you always get some newbie trucker on speed who thinks he’s God’s gift to eighteen-wheelers. So when they close shit down they take it pretty serious. It’s a very dangerous pass even in the summer. And the last thing our little county needs is a rescue and recovery mission for the dumbasses who don’t listen and go over the side.”
I kinda wish Damon would go over the side.
“Well, I’m gonna need a shower,” Logan says. “Someone spewed come all over my face.”
I laugh. Can’t help it. “Swallow next time, dude.”
“Fuck you. There’s not gonna be a next time.”
Oh, but there is, Logan. There is. He just doesn’t realize that yet.
Maybe I should help him out?
“You wanna know how I met Logan?” I’m looking at her when I say it so I see her eyes open.
“How?” she asks.
“Oh, God,” Logan moans. “Don’t tell that story.”
“I really want to hear it now.” Yvette giggles.
“It was in a bowling alley.” I laugh.
“Shut up,” Logan says. But he’s laughing too.
“We were like… what? Fifteen? Fourteen?”
“Fourteen,” Logan says.
“And he had decided he wanted to get drunk.”
“No,” Logan protests. “I was trying to get Jamie Fellows drunk so she’d have sex with me.”
“Oh, that’s horrible!” Yvette says.
“I was fourteen,” Logan protests. “And it didn’t work anyway. She was faking it.”
“What do you mean?” Yvette asks.
“We thought we were all stealth. Had McDonald’s cups with wine in them that we kept refilling. And she was pouring her drinks into some planter in the arcade so Logan was the only one drinking.”
“I kept thinking, damn, this chick can fucking handle her shit! I gotta keep up.”
All of us laugh.
“He was wasted by the time nine o’clock rolled around. And a group of us were all going to see a movie that night.”
“Austin fuckin’ Powers.” Logan laughs.
“Oh, shit. That’s right. I laughed so hard in that movie. But Logan didn’t. Did ya, Logan?”
“I was so sick,” Logan says. “We were drinking Mad Dog 20/20. Jesus Christ. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up. And Jamie Fellows looked at me, put her hand out and asked me if I was OK—”
“And he puked in her fucking hand!” I guffaw up at the ceiling.
“Gross.” Yvette giggles.
“Needless to say, I never did get in her pants.”
“We called him Mad Dog for like six years.” I laugh.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Logan says. Like he’d forgotten that part. “That’s what I was called when we met Damon. I think that’s why he wanted to be friends, now that I think about it. He thought I got the nick because I was some crazy brawler.”
“Well, you were that too. He didn’t wear suits back then. We were the same, remember?”
He doesn’t say anything. Just nods his head.
“I always liked you,” I say, my voice low now. Kinda serious.
“I always liked you too,” Logan says.
“No… I mean liked you.”
“Oh,” Logan says. “Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“So…” Yvette props herself up on an elbow to look at me. “Have you done this before? You know. The stuff you do with me?”
I nod my head. “Lots of times.”
“But not in a long time,” Logan adds.
“Truth.”
“Why not?” Yvette asks.
“We kinda drifted apart,” Logan says.
“But you’ve been friends forever, it seems.”
“Pretty long time,” I add.
“Do you love each other?” she asks.
“Sure,” I say.
“You love me?” Logan laughs.
“I’ve loved you since that very first time we met,” I say. “I just didn’t realize it until last night.”
He huffs out some air.
“We gotta find a way out of this,” I say.
“AJ—”
“No, listen,” I interrupt him. “Just… there has to be a way, ya know.”
“Well, when you figure it out, let me know. Because I’ve got no ideas. There’s no way Damon will just forget about us. So even if we take off, he’ll hunt us down.”
“We could kill him,” I say.
Logan just laughs.
“Yeah, not gonna work,” I say. “Even though eve
ryone hates his guts they’d still want revenge for that.”
“Just drop it for now,” Logan says.
“For now? Dude, we’ve got one day to figure this shit out.”
He sits up and swings his legs over the bed. Then stands up and faces me, his cock still kinda hard, swinging between his legs. I stare at it unapologetically, then let my eyes track up his body to meet his gaze. “Come take a shower with me.”
And then he turns and walks into the bathroom.
Yvette and I stay put. Listen as he starts the water.
“Well?” she finally says.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “We’ll come up with something.”
“That wasn’t what I was asking.” She laughs. “You gonna join him?”
I nod. “Yeah. Probably. You?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’ll go start breakfast. Meet me down there when you’re done.”
She gets up, finds her clothes, and then quickly gets dressed and disappears.
“AJ,” Logan calls from the bathroom. “What the fuck are you doing?”
So I get up and join him.
“Where’s Yvette?” he asks, when I step into the shower.
“Making breakfast.”
He nods, staring at me. “You like her,” he says. Not a question.
I nod, then step forward and reach for his cock. “I do,” I say, jerking him off.
He closes his eyes and pushes me away, but not hard. Not hard enough to make me let go.
“But I like you too, Logan. We’re in this together.”
I place a hand on his chest and push. Forcing him to back into the wall. He just sighs.
“It’s not me who’s bothering you,” I say, still gripping his cock. Still pumping it in my palm. “So what’s up?”
He bows his head a little but looks up at me through his wet, dark hair.
I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back and reaches for my cock.
We’ve never done this before. Not without a girl between us. But it feels right. Feels natural. Feels… good.
Our breathing becomes heavy as we press our chests together, water collecting on our skin.
“Damon,” he whispers.
“No,” I whisper back, tugging on his cock a little harder. “You. You’re up.”
He smiles and nods. “Yeah, so are you.” He squeezes harder. Fisting my shaft with one hand and reaching for the bottle of soap with the other. He squeezes some onto my dick and begins to wash me with both hands.