“No, he didn’t finish.”
He touches both of my knees gently while looking at my eyes. The heat from his hands radiates across my skin, warming my entire body. He lowers his face to my mound and begins lapping at my clitoris. It isn’t long before I’m moaning and humping up to meet each stroke of his tongue. Mack teases my ass with a fingertip, and I clench instinctually.
“You have to relax,” he instructs as his finger continues to taunt my asshole.
To distract me, he sucks my clitoris painfully hard and I scream. My hands grab wads of his long, wet hair, ready to yank him off me if he does it again. I’m startled to realize that his finger is in my ass, wiggling and cautiously pulling at it. Stranger yet, my clit is twitching wildly because of it.
I concentrate on relaxing while enjoying his lips and tongue. He isn’t working my clit enough to bring me to orgasm, but I don’t think that’s his intention at this point in time. Soon, he has two digits inside my tight hole, both pulling to stretch it wide enough to compensate his cock’s girth.
I took a quick gander at his prick while he was getting undressed. Patch didn’t lie when he said Mack’s cock is smaller than his. It’s longer but thinner. He isn’t any larger than what’s evacuated my body, therefore I’m not as afraid to have him inside my ass as I would be if he were larger.
He sucks my swelling clit until it’s thick and hard, ready to erupt my body into a vicious orgasm. Much to my dismay, he stops and flips me onto my belly, lifting my ass up by my hips until I’m on my knees and shoving a pillow beneath me.
He slides up behind me, kneeling behind me. He presses the head of his slippery cock against my well-lubricated asshole. More cold liquid drips onto my flesh as he slowly begins to fill me, stopping each time I tense and patiently waiting for me to relax before continuing.
It isn’t long before he’s completely buried deep inside my asshole with his pelvis pressing against my ass cheeks. I feel so full, so dirty, so slutty! This is taboo; very raunchy and nasty. I love the mental aspect of it as much as the sensation of being full.
Each time he pulls back, I feel relief. When he pushes back in, that changes the sensation to one that’s foreign to me, but I like it very much. My thoughts keep drifting away from reality. My focus is on the pleasure I feel each time his prick glides along my inner walls. It’s as if he rubs nerves I didn’t know existed, each one shooting tiny tickles directly into my clit. What a thrill this is!
Mack asks me to lie face down with a pillow under my hips, my legs slightly spread. His thighs are straddling my butt cheeks with his feet draped over the back of my knees, pinning them down. His ass lifts and lowers, drilling into me with an easy rhythmic motion that has me moaning with each deep penetration.
He pulls the elastic band from my ponytail, setting my hair free. His fingers weave into it, grasping it firmly. The heat of his breath on my cheek and the weight of his chest on my back create a scenario of being under his control. I like it. I like feeling as if he can do whatever he wants to me and I am defenseless to do anything about it. I like it because I know I can yell for him to get off of me and he will. I feel safe in my vulnerability, even though I don’t know Mack all that well.
His reputation around town isn’t a good one. He’s been described as a scruffy, feisty guy with strange perversions and a bad attitude. None of which describes the man making love to my ass. Mack is freshly showered, drizzled with a sweet, manly cologne and he’s more tender than any lover has ever been with me. His touch is strong but velvety; loving, I’d be willing to say.
Mack’s hand slips beneath my tummy and down toward my clit. The instant his fingertips glide over my button, I whimper and grind my hips down onto them. His fingers swirl and stroke my swollen nub, urging me closer and closer to the edge. I don’t want to cum. If I do, this will end, and I dread that. I’ve only ever been able to cum once during play because my clit becomes too painfully sensitive to touch.
My hips lift, desperate to evade his fingers but my efforts are thwarted. His prick fucks faster, really working my asshole and forcing my pussy down onto his fingers. I can’t hold my climax back any longer.
Every muscle starting at my belly button exploding outward begins to tighten until I am rigid and unmoving. My lungs fill and hold. It feels like a balloon is filling with heat inside of me, bloating my entire vagina from within my depths. It’s going to burst! I’ve never had this sensation hold for so long. Orgasms are usually so quick to end, but not this time.
I’m panting short breaths, each one laced with increasingly loud moans until a powerful scream blasts from my core. I’m coming harder and more gloriously than I ever have in my entire life! I seem to be stuck at the height of climax for a long time. Suddenly, something enters my sloppy wet pussy and begins waving. Fingers ... they must be Patch’s fingers. I don’t care who they are! Just don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!
With a violent shudder, my orgasm peaks. Only my body exists, nothing else, no one else. Each part of my pussy is twitching, pushing, and gripping with spasms.
Hot! Hot and wet! So wet! Sloshing wet! I am writhing beneath this strong man whose weight is pinning me to the bed. I couldn’t get him off me if I tried, not that I want that to happen. I feel light now as if I’m floating up to the heavens and taking him with me.
His fingers are still twiddling my aching clit, but it doesn’t at all hurt. I want him to make me cum again, just like the last time. I need it! I need him to keep going! The fingers are still filling me, stretching my tight pussy and I love the ache they bring.
“Oh, yes! Fuck my ass! Oh, please, make me cum again. Please!” I’m pleading like a desperate whore.
I’ve never felt anything as completely overwhelming as this. I need to cum again to prove to my mind that it was indeed real and magnificent. The whole experience feels like a glorious dream, a dream that continues to this very moment.
I’m going to cum again! Never has my clit cum again so soon post-orgasm. The fingers fuck me slowly while Mack drills his prick into my ass with a quick, steady pace. Something cold presses against my clit. It’s vibrating! I don’t own a vibrator and have never experienced one. Holy shit!
I’m immediately jerking, thrusting my hips, and wail, sounding like a wild animal in the throes of a mighty battle. I jerk before coming to a statue-like stillness. I’m thrown into a whole-body engulfing, mind-dazing euphoria. I don’t know what happens during the next few seconds. My muscles jerk, pulling me back from the distant existence I’ve drifted off to. I’m exhausted. Every inch of my skin is tingling.
Mack pulls out of my ass as the fingers leave my pussy. He rolls off me, kisses my cheek gently, and gets off the bed. I hear his bare feet slap the floor as he leaves me to the quietness of my mind. All I can hear are my satisfactory whimpers and the pounding of my overworked heart.
Chapter 3
I hear a scuffling of shoes on the floor and it startles me. I thought I was alone. Mack left the room so who is here with me? It must be Patch getting ready to finish fucking me like he said he would do after Mack had his way with me.
“Patch, have you been here the whole time?” I ask with a fatigued voice.
“No, and I hope you’re not disappointed, but I’m not Patch.”
I quickly flip over and sit up, pulling the sheet with me to cover myself. Bash is leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pants pockets and a quirky grin on his face.
“How long have you been standing there? Were those your fingers in me?”
He nods. “Yes, those were mine. I came home and Patch told me you were in here with Mack trying anal for the first time. I had to come see if he was bullshitting me. When I saw that it was you, I wanted you to have the best first anal sex experience possible. So, I helped out. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Um, no, I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” I pause, shaking my head rapidly. He looks at me strangely. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m supposed
to say right now.”
“Goldie, I like you. I’ve always liked you.”
He walks over and sits beside me on the bed. I’m extremely uncomfortable because I’m nude beneath this sheet and suddenly emotionally vulnerable, regretting my decision to fuck his brothers. Does he think I’m a whore now and wants nothing to do with me? I pull the sheet tighter over my chest, dreading that thought. If he were disgusted with me, he wouldn’t be sitting on the bed with me after having fingered me into one of the best climaxes of my life. It makes no sense; him saying he likes me after having just watched me get my ass pounded by Mack.
He takes my hand in his. “I respect you, always have. You’re a nice girl with a solid head on your shoulders. You know what you want in life and you aren’t afraid to go after it, no matter what anyone tells you. To be completely honest, you intimidate the hell out of me.”
“I am? You really think I ... do I?”
He snickers. “Yes, you do. You’ve always been better than me and I like that. To see you here enjoying yourself like this is wonderful. Patch said you had your heart set on experiencing what it’s like to be a bad girl by doing some taboo things. I think that’s great. Everyone should let their hair down now and then to break up the monotony. Life can be boring, but it doesn’t have to be.”
“Maybe you did like me in high school, but after what just happened, you aren’t going to see me in the same light.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll see you in a better light. It makes me want to know you more.”
“Oh, I see. You only want to fuck me now.”
“Yes, I do, but there’s more to it. I’d like to take you out to dinner, get to know you better.”
I smile and ask, “Where did Mack go? He just left without a word.”
“He’s probably in the shower.”
“I’d like to ask him if he came in my ass or not.”
“No, he didn’t finish,” Bash states matter-of-fact.
“What is it with you Bear brothers? Do any of you like to cum or do you all prefer to avoid it?”
“We like coming just fine, thank you. We prefer to make sure the woman is completely satisfied before we take our pleasure.”
“So, they’re going to come back in here and do me again?”
“Is that such a bad thing?” he asks with a salacious smirk.
“No, but with you here, it feels wrong for some reason. I mean, if you want to explore a relationship with me, I shouldn’t be having sex with your brothers.”
“It’s okay, we like to share each other’s toys.” His teasing snicker has me laughing but doubting his statement.
I look at him and ask, “Do you want to have sex with me today? I mean, if I’m being bad and experiencing new things, you’re new.”
He leans his face very close to me, his lips nearly touching mine. “Would you like to be with me?”
I can feel my body quivering. I whisper with a shaky voice, “I’ve always wanted to be with you.”
A shock of wonderment rips across his expression a second before his warm, puffy lips press to mine. I’ve hoped for this since I was a little girl and the teacher introduced him as a new student to my class. I was only eight years old, but I had the biggest crush on him. Now, in this moment, I am his to do with as he pleases.
The heat from his palm on my cheek seems to radiate down to my breasts and further. My thighs instinctually squeeze together when my pussy twitches, alerting me that she wants him.
Our lips part, enabling him to pull off his shirt. As it falls to the floor, I’m shocked to see the large tattoo he has. It engulfs his left pectoral muscle up to his collar, over his shoulder and down his arm ending near his wrist. The detail is incredible, telling a story that I hope to learn in the future.
Fuck! He is thin but his chest is strong, abs are washboard ready and his arms bulge with muscles. It’s obvious that he grew up slinging lumber in the woods with Patch and helping Mack build custom log homes.
“Wait, I want you in my mouth. I’ve dreamed of this moment for a long time, and I want to pleasure you first.”
His face perks up in a sexy grin before he rises to his feet. With his eyes focused on mine, his jeans drop to his ankles followed by his underwear. A very large, stiff cock springs forth, ready for me to suck. He snickers when I gasp, shocked at its size.
“I get that reaction a lot.”
I pry my eyes from his enormous prick long enough to glance up at his face. Since I was old enough to know what oral sex was, I’ve dreamed of what Bash would look like from this angle. The view is so much more thrilling than I had imagined it to be. He’s even more desirable than I had thought possible.
“I heard the stories, but I didn’t believe them. I mean, people sling a lot of shit when they’ve had a few drinks, most of which isn’t to be taken at face value. I don’t know if I can get much of it in my mouth.”
“Changing your mind?”
I shake my head while studying his thick cock with my eyes, daring to clutch his prick in the tender grip of my palm. My hand looks small in comparison.
“You are so fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea of how many times I’ve jerked off at the thought of this exact situation? I don’t think I can count that high.”
“Really?” I ask, more shocked from the confession of his jerking off than the amount of times he claims he had.
“You really have no idea, do you?” Bash whispers with a crack in his voice.
His strong hand gently caresses my cheek while I look up at him. His expression has softened, erasing the roughness of his exterior to expose the emotion within him. He never struck me as a soft-hearted man, but I’ve only seen what he’s allowed people to see. Right now, alone together, he’s letting me see a side of him that not many likely do.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
“You are the woman every man in this town has dreamed of making love to. When you walk into a crowded room, people take notice. Women are jealous of you and men dream of having you look at them the way you are looking at me right now. How am I so lucky to be here with you?”
My face slowly drops as I shake my head. “I’m not me today, not really. Casual sex is not something I’ve ever done, and yet I was with both of your brothers. That makes me no better than a common slut, taking what I want and not caring who hurts from my actions. Doesn’t it bother you that I was with them?”
“No, it doesn’t. I share everything with my brothers and vice versa. We’re close, very close. Since our parents died, it’s only been the three of us. We rely on one another for everything in life. Patch’s first girlfriend was the one who taught Mack and me how to please a woman. I’m grateful to her for those lessons. It’s not uncommon for us to share women. Maybe one day that’ll come to an end, but I hope not. I think it keeps us close.”
For a moment, I imagine myself living here, dating Bash, and having sex with his two brothers any time the mood hits. My pussy twinges at the thought. It’s the variety that has my womanhood damp. Each brother’s cock is a different size, as are their bodies; each magnificent, strong and drool-worthy in its own way.
“Do you want me?” I ask with my eyes fixed on his.
We stare into one another’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. He slowly leans down, lifting my chin with his finger. Ever so tenderly, his warm lips touch mine. My body instantly reacts. My nipples stiffen, and my thighs press tightly together. I want him, all of him, including his heart.
“Let me taste you,” I whisper.
Bash stands tall, offering his thick prick for my pleasure. My hand is small against the thickness of his shaft. I kiss the tip, tasting a drop of his sticky arousal and I lick my lips before wrapping them around the head, teasing his pee-hole with my tongue and tasting his sex. A soft moan escapes him as I lean forward, taking as much of him as my stretched lips will allow. Fuck, his cock is huge!
I grip the base of his thick shaft firmly and suckle on as much of his length as I can manage to fit in my
mouth. The spongy head of his shaft presses against the back of my throat and I want more, but my gaping mouth will only compensate so much.
I moan with delight when his heavy hand caresses my head. His thick fingers comb through my hair, pulling it off my face into a loose ponytail which he holds in his grasp. I’m grateful because now I can lick and suck him without my hair wrapping around his cock, thus making me gag. It’s hard enough taking his size, I don’t need any further intrusion making this more of a challenge.
Bash moans loudly and then pulls my mouth away from his engorged prick. He leans down, wrapping his strong arm around my back. He lifts me, pulling me with him as he crawls onto the bed above me. His mouth hovers over mine but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, his eyes meet mine.
“Goldie, I’m going to make love to you. I want your heart to belong to me. Your body is yours to share as you will, but never your heart, that’s mine. Promise me.”
A sensational warmth washes over me, leaving me feeling safer and more protected than I have ever felt. His eyes are kind, alluring and familiar in a way that doesn’t seem possible. It’s as if we’ve already shared a life together. Perhaps his yearbook photo is why but I feel like I’ve known him as my other half for years upon years. Is it possible to feel this close to someone I’ve seldom spoken with before today?
Our lips entwine as he lowers himself between my legs. His erection presses against my inner thigh. I’ve wanted him inside of me for so damn long. I shift my hips, but he moves with me, not yet allowing himself the pleasure of entering me. His forearms rest above my shoulders, his fingers weaved into my hair. I could kiss this man all day, for the rest of my life and be very grateful to do so.
He lifts his face and his hips. The tip presses against the slick opening of my sex. I tilt my hips just enough to push the tip between my labia. Our lips part, readying for the moan soon to escape us both. He doesn’t push in right away; he savors the moment while his eyes peer deeply into my soul.
Slowly, so slowly, he lowers his hips, burying himself completely. My eyes flutter, unable to remain linked to his. A long moan seeps from my core. At this very second, both my heart and body are being taken by this man.
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