by S. E. Law
Maybe it’s because we’ve already broken so many barriers. After all, they caught me pleasuring myself using a laundry machine, and I watched, titillated, as Andrew took Aaron from the back. But now, the two men have propositioned me, and I already know the answer: yes.
After all, they’re gorgeous with huge poles, and muscles that gleam and shine like mahogany. But it’s more than that. These men are sensitive and kind. They’ve known disappointment in their careers, and yet emerged with a sense of pride and dignity.
I agree with them too: sometimes the best path forward is not the one where you shout slogans and cause a ruckus, even if you have every right to do that. Sometimes the best path may be to appreciate what you have, and to practice gratitude on a daily basis. Handling adversity with grace has never been one of my strong points, as I tend to barrel into situations without thinking twice. But maybe with Aaron and Andrew, I’ll learn to be more gracious. It’s something I’ve been thinking about, and the opportunity to grow and learn from these men strikes me as a good thing.
But right now, it’s a different kind of learning they have in mind. Two sets of blue eyes gleam at me, and as I watch, the towels begin to rise in their laps. My mouth goes dry. Oh my god, I’ve seen them in action once already, but they didn’t touch me then. Am I ready for a new type of hedonism?
My breath comes fast, and my cheeks flush. But my eyes are bright and eager as I look at the two men.
“Yes, Aaron. Yes, Andrew. Take me. I want it.”
The two men let out low laughs.
“Good, sweetheart, because we weren’t going to let you say no. Now come here, Naomi. Come and let us enjoy you.”
Come here? What should I do? Tentatively, I get up.
“Should I take off my clothes first?”
Andrew and Aaron shake their heads.
“No, it’s all good. We’ll do that for you.”
I look between the two men, and slowly make my way to Aaron, who’s sitting on the couch facing mine. Andrew gets up and positions himself next to Aaron so that I’m facing both of them. Then, Aaron brings me down in his arms so that I’m cradled in his lap and steals my mouth in a deep, soul-searching kiss. It’s thrilling and heady, and my head feels like it’s going to float off even as I sink within waves of bliss.
“Oh ummm,” I moan.
Meanwhile, Andrew strokes my breasts through my t-shirt, tweaking the hard tips and making me gasp a bit. Then, there’s a ripping sound and I break free of Aaron’s mouth.
“Oh my god, you tore my top!”
Andrew looks ruefully at the cotton rags in his hands.
“I did,” he acknowledges. “But it’s okay, sweetheart. We’re in the process of doing laundry, so we’ll have plenty of clean clothes in no time.”
Then, he reaches for my soft cotton shorts in order to slip them off over my feet. But instead, there’s another loud ripping sound, and I see that the terrycloth is now also in rags in his hands.
“Sorry,” Andrew says again, not at all sorry. “I couldn’t resist sweetheart. You’re so juicy and ripe, and I need to get in here,” he says, running a big hand down my slit. It’s already swollen and gleaming, and he positions himself so that his head is between my legs before pushing my knees wide to look at my beautiful snatch.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasps hoarsely. “So fucking pink and tasty.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I lift my knees further, and reach down to part my lips for him, showing him my dripping ruby walls.
“I am,” I breathe. “Now take what’s yours, Daddy.”
Immediately, Andrew dives into my muff, sucking on my hard nub while tingles run through my kitty. I let out a scream, but it’s swallowed by Aaron, who catches my mouth in his for another deep kiss.
“Enjoy it, Naomi,” he rasps against my lips. “Get real wet, pretty girl.”
That’s an understatement because beneath Andrew’s ministrations, I’m already gushing like a waterfall. Hot streams of juice coat his tongue, and he laps at me hungrily, enjoying my savory sweet taste.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’ve been eating well, honey.”
But the stimulation is too much. One man is tasting my snatch while the other one tweaks and twists my nipples. Within seconds, I’m losing it as my kitty shudders and clamps. Violent spasms run through my body as I enjoy a full-body climax in their arms.
“Ooooh!” is my delighted wail. “Unnnnh!”
The men urge me forwards, Andrew lapping at my sweetness as Aaron bends to suckle a big breast in his mouth.
“Yes baby,” they rasp. “Give it all up to us.”
But then, as my body shudders, Andrew rears up and positions his hardness between my legs. As my vision blacks out with pleasure, he eases himself into me. The stretch is intense, and I can hardly see for all the pleasure shooting through my veins.
“Unnh!” I cry again. “You’re so big!”
My walls feel like they’re being taken to the point of no return, but Andrew keeps coaxing me forwards.
“You got it,” he rasps. “You’re accommodating me so well. Just a little more. That’s it, that’s it.”
It helps that I’m literally enjoying a climax as he penetrates me for the first time. Finally, my little hole is stuffed full with his big meat, and I pant, looking downwards. Oh my god, it looks so dirty. He’s literally balls deep in my sweetness, and my kitty pulses again, coating his testicles with sweet nectar.
“Shit, you have a lot of juice,” groans Andrew as he begins to move. His thick, shiny shaft appears and disappears from between my puffy folds, and Aaron lets out a huge chuckle.
“That’s a good thing,” Aaron says in a low voice. “Considering what’s about to happen next.”
What’s going to happen next? I’m not sure, but I’m too over the moon with pleasure to care. There’s a huge shaft pounding deep in me, and I’m just about to come again, when suddenly, Andrew pulls out and sits down on the couch. What? Why did he stop?
I look up in a daze, my eyes questioning, but he merely lets out a low chuckle.
“It’s all good, sweet thing. We’re just moving to Phase Two. Come on, lover boy,” he says, looking at Aaron with glinting eyes. “Seat yourself on my shaft. It’s all wet for you already.”
It’s true. His pole is completely lubed with my juices, some of it already dripping off his balls and onto the couch. Oh my gosh, did I do that? It seems like it because there’s the distinct smell of female nectar, and it could only have come from me.
Meanwhile, Aaron shifts me off his lap, and yanks his towel off to reveal a huge, throbbing member. He reaches down to my kitty and slicks his fingers through my folds, shocking me. But then he reaches behind himself, and gently massages his hole, using my fluids as lube.
“We need it in both places,” he rasps. “Andrew’s enormous, and it’s best to have you on both his pole and my hole.”
His pole and my hole? Was that supposed to rhyme? I’m about to ask but then the air leaves my lungs as Aaron climbs onto the couch to straddle Andrew while facing outward. His feet are planted on either side of Andrew’s thighs, and his knees part to show his tiny pucker blinking and winking below. That massive shaft is upright and pulsing with need, but right now, the penetration is what counts.
With a sigh, Aaron reaches in back of himself to seize Andrew’s member before pointing it at his darkness. Then slowly, he sinks down onto that huge shaft, grunting with strain as it burrows into him from below.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Did you get bigger?”
Andrew’s hands circle his waist, stabilizing him.
“Maybe,” he growls right back. “Being in Naomi was very stimulating.”
I watch, breathless, as Aaron continues sinking down on that pole, his head thrown back with pleasure. His tiny hole takes more and more of that enormous pulsing member until finally, Andrew is balls deep in his friend. They both let out sighs of ecstasy, enjoying the feeling.
“You
’re always such a tight fit,” Andrew murmurs in Aaron’s ear. Aaron chuckles hoarsely.
“And you’re always such a big prick,” he says, the double entendre making my ears flame. With that, the two men begin to shift and move together. Aaron slides himself up Andrew’s pole, only to sink back down again with a delighted moan. Meanwhile, Andrew’s gripping his friend’s waist, helping him move up and down while grunting with strain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he manages between gritted teeth. “This feels so good.”
But that makes Aaron stop. He sinks down all the way, and his eyes open to look directly at me. I’m surprised because I’ve already come, and I’m not sure what role there is for me to play. But Aaron merely beckons to me, indicating that I should get into his lap.
“Really?” I squeak, eyes wide. “But –”
“But nothing,” Aaron cuts me off. “Now it’s your turn to sit on it, Naomi. We’re making this a triple-decker sandwich.”
A triple-decker? Holy cow, these men are so dirty! My legs are as weak as noodles, but heat flushes my veins, and I want it. I clamber onto the couch as well, and lower myself into Aaron’s lap while facing outwards.
“Down,” Aaron breathes behind me. “Take me in that tight little hole.”
I know he means in my kitty, but I want it different this time. It’s one of the things I’ve learned to enjoy during my two years with Dads and Daughters. Back-hole pleasure is one of my favorite ways to seek relief, and I point his huge member towards my pink wrinkle.
“Oh shit,” Aaron rasps in back of me. “Are you sure?”
But I don’t answer because I’m already beginning to slide down his huge member. My back walls stretch almost painfully around his meat because I’ve never been with a man this enormous. But it feels amazing and I let out a series of throaty grunts while pushing myself down on that huge shaft.
Finally, he’s seated all the way in my bottom chamber, and I open my eyes, breathing deep. Fortunately, the lube from my kitty is dripping down to coat our joined bodies.
“Here we go,” I say in a coy voice. “It’s an all-ass triple decker. Is this what you wanted, Daddies?”
The two men can’t believe my filthy words, but they love it.
“Fuck,” grunts Andrew. “How did we get so lucky?”
“Yeah,” says Aaron hoarsely. “And let me reiterate — she’s tight.”
“Not as tight as you,” retorts Andrew, even as he begins moving in Aaron. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
With that, the back-banging begins. It’s utter filthy because Andrew pounds into Aaron, and the force of the motion makes Aaron pound into me. We’re all taking it in our asses, and yet it feels absolutely amazing.
I moan, my head tilting back and eyes closing as my breasts bobble with the deep thrusts. Aaron feels so good in me, and I lift my legs a bit to touch myself even as my backdoor continues to get pummeled.
But the filth of the situation is overwhelming for all of us, and we don’t last long.
“It’s coming,” Andrew warns in a low growl. “Oh shit, it’s –”
He’s cut off by Aaron’s roar. Hot jets of spunk fill my behind and I let out a yelp of surprise. It’s gushy and warm, and his spurts are so strong that he must be shooting deep into my GI tract.
Meanwhile, Aaron is on the receiving end as well. Hot jets of Andrew’s spunk fill his back cavern, and if his wrinkle is behaving like mine, then it’s pulsing and spasming with pleasure, pulling the virile seed deep inside.
“Unnnh!” Aaron grunts. “Oh fuck baby!”
I have no idea if he’s talking about me or Andrew, but it doesn’t matter. Hot tingles run from my kitty to the tips of my fingers and toes, as my sweetness pulses and convulses with need.
“Yes!” I squeal. “Ooooh, yes!”
Gallons of fluid are pumped into two holes. Our back rings contract again and again, squeezing those firehoses dry. Hot kisses are exchanged, and breathy murmurs of praise uttered as we sate ourselves on each other’s bodies.
When I finally slip off Aaron’s thickness, I’m stretched and raw but in a good way. Immediately, he reaches over to stroke my red pucker, testing the ravaged wrinkle with a concerned look.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a low voice. “You’re going to be limping tomorrow.”
I giggle slightly because he hasn’t gotten off Andrew yet.
“Yes, but you’ll be limping too,” I say saucily. “I guess we’ll both need tongue baths down there to feel better.”
The two men grin at me, and suddenly, that feeling of well-being floods over my frame again. Yes, I just met Aaron and Andrew a few hours ago, and yet I feel totally at home with them. A man’s seed is dripping from my asshole down my thigh, but it’s okay. They love it; I love it; and that’s all that matters.
78
Naomi
Six months later.
I wait in the foyer for Andrew and Aaron’s impending arrival. My hand strokes my belly nervously, even though I know I shouldn’t be nervous. Andrew and Aaron are good men. They’ll do right by me and my baby no matter what.
Because after that initial encounter in their suite, we engaged in three months of debauchery. I didn’t see other men as Aaron and Andrew plowed me again and again each night in their suite. Of course, they plowed each other too, but that only aroused me more. I love seeing them with each other, two hard male bodies straining and grunting before releasing with pleasure.
But no good thing lasts forever because soon enough, Aaron and Andrew were called on a job. It was bound to happen. They work full-time, and while truckers definitely take breaks between long jobs, it was going to happen sooner or later. Besides, they’d already been on vacation for three months. It was time to get back on the road.
Even more so because Aaron and Andrew were called to deliver a load of face masks to a tiny fishing village in Alaska. With corona virus rampant, everyone is afraid of getting sick. The risk isn’t great in our little city, but evidently, the village in Alaska was at increased risk because they’re a tour destination for Chinese visitors. The visitors like to see how ancient Native Americans live, and there’s a thriving industry showing Chinese tourists the intricacies of indigenous life.
I felt terrible about the whole thing, even if it was selfish of me.
“But what if you get corona virus?” I asked desperately, clinging to Aaron’s arm. “A lot of the people who’ve gotten sick recently are medical workers. Doctors and nurses are exposed while they’re trying to help patients, and these stats are underreported.”
“I know,” Aaron says somberly while patting my arm. “But it’s the right thing to do. We want to help people, sweetheart. Besides, we’re not going to see patients. We’re merely dropping off a truckload of face masks with the local community center for distribution to village residents. I doubt we’re going to see anyone other than the transport manager.”
“I know, but still,” I said urgently, turning to Andrew this time. “It’s a long drive, and I can’t believe you’re going to be gone so long! I mean, this is out of that show Ice Road Truckers!”
It was Andrew’s turn to try and reassure me.
“Yes, Naomi, it’s just like Ice Road Truckers because that’s what we’re doing. We’re hauling goods to a remote fishing village that’s going to require us to drive over long, dangerous, and icy roads. But it’s okay. Aaron and I have done this before, and it’s going to be fine. We’re always very safe, and you don’t need to fret.”
But I can’t quell the anxiety in my breast.
“I’m just concerned,” I say in a rushed voice. “I know you’ve driven this route before, but why now? Why again?”
“Sweetheart, this is just what long-haul truckers do,” says Aaron soothingly. “This is our lifestyle, and there’s a special meaning to this load because the masks are going to people in need. We would do this even if we weren’t getting paid. Naomi, please try to understand.”
At those words, shame struck my heart. I
felt terrible, but I nodded even as tears filled my eyes.
“Okay,” I said in a small voice. “Call me on your CB radio when you can, okay? Let’s stay in touch.”
That was almost six months ago. Unfortunately, the corona virus is an epidemic, so we didn’t have much time to say goodbye. One morning, Aaron and Andrew were luxuriating in my arms, and then the next day, they were gone.
My body ached for them. My vision seemed blurry, my heart literally hurt, and of course, my holes felt empty without the two men lodging their huge meat inside at all hours. But even more, I was confused and teary. I was worried about Aaron and Andrew’s health and safety, but I was also confused about our relationship status. They left so quickly that we had no time to iron out the details, and I wasn’t sure what to do next.
After all, were my lovers seeing other daughters on the road? They had long drives through the continental United States with plenty of Lodges along the way. There’s also a Lodge in Alaska somewhere, if not two or three. Were they taking this time to sample other delectable young women?
Also, what was I supposed to do in the meantime? Was I supposed to continue my service, and start seeing other men again? Immediately, my heart shut down. There was no way I could accommodate other men with the memory of Aaron and Andrew fresh in my mind. Plus, I didn’t want to. It seemed sacrilegious and downright nauseating, to be honest.
That’s why I’m at such a crossroads now. We didn’t have a “Define The Relationship” talk before they left, and yet for the last six months, I’ve been acting like the three of us are in a committed relationship. Am I being stupid? Maybe I’ve jumped the gun, and pushed things too hard and too fast. Or even worse, maybe this isn’t what Aaron and Andrew want at all.