CHAPTER TEN
Brent
Katy’s changed, that nightmare of an encounter with Jock McMahon made the girl snap to her senses, realize how lucky we were to have each other. Because at first, Jason and I weren’t sure what was going on. We’d overheard her on the phone making plans to see a movie with some dude, and were incredulous.
“What the fuck?” I ground out. “Who is this asshole?”
Jason just shook his head with disbelief.
“I never knew a forty-eight hour waiting period meant dating other people,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
We continued to look at each other, stunned, until Katy stepped into the living room, immediately alert to the tension in the air.
“What, what is it?” she asked, her gaze on Jason, then me. “What’s wrong?”
But Jase and I move fast and immediately wiped our expressions clean.
“Nothing,” I tossed at casually. “Why?”
And the boy was just as smooth.
“Heading out, see ya,” he grunted, grabbing his gym bag.
Katy was silent for a second, still suspecting something, but sighed and let it go, picking up her purse.
“I’m gonna go see a movie with June,” she said. “I’ll be back, mmm, probably at ten. See you then?” she asked with a sweet smile.
And I forced myself to nod neutrally, the fakeness making my chest hurt, but it was important to act normal.
“Sure thing,” I drawled. “Don’t get up to no good.”
And Katy smiled sweetly at me again before tripping down the trailer steps.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she called once she was outside. “Besides, it’s just June!” she added with a smile before walking to the park entrance where presumably “June” would pick her up.
And once she was out of sight, Jason and I gawked at each other again.
“What the fuck,” was all he could manage.
“What the fuck is right,” I ground out between gritted teeth. “Our girl is going on a date with another dude? To see Insidious 2?” I asked. “Who is this fuckwad? And what kind of name is Jock, anyways?”
Jason snorted.
“Dude is a motherfucker of the worst sort. Ten feet tall, pumped up on steroids, he’s dealing that shit to other guys too. It’s bad, I see him working out in the gym and he’s got veins popping out of his forehead, he’s on so much juice.”
I shook my head. Central High is a fancy high school where kids have access to everything, and it wasn’t surprising that kids with too much money were using drugs. But shit, dealing that stuff? What the fuck was Katy thinking?
Jason just shook his head again.
“I don’t think she knows,” he rumbled. “Katy’s pretty innocent and doesn’t get around in those circles, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought he was a meathead and nothing else.”
Warning bells were going off in my brain now. There was no way a monster like Jock wanted just a couple kisses from Katy. In fact, having once been a horny eighteen year-old myself, I knew exactly what the movies were for: making out with a sweet, succulent girl, petting her pussy, maybe slipping a couple fingers inside.
So I grabbed my jacket and keys, face set in a mask.
“Where are you going?” rumbled Jason.
I fixed him with a hard look.
“You think I’m gonna let that fucker feel our girl up? Fuck no,” I ground out, expression grim.
And Jason grabbed his jacket as well, just as incensed, but he was more practical.
“What, are we gonna see the movie as well? Make it a ‘double date’ with Katy and her dude?”
Hearing the word “date” made my guts scream, my brain pound with agony knowing that my girl was in a romantic situation with another man. But I shook my head, expression tight.
“Naw, I’m just gonna sit in the parking lot, make sure everything’s kosher,” I said as calmly as I could, like I was actually thinking straight.
Of course, it was a total lie because sitting in the parking lot wasn’t going to do any good. I mean, fuck, this Jock asshole could be mauling her inside and we wouldn’t even know, waiting in the truck cab like losers. But both of us were so intent on keeping tabs on our best girl that we jumped into the car, squealing onto the road, barreling towards the theater.
Fortunately, the drive did us good, gave us some time to cool off. Maybe it was the cold night air blasting as we sailed down the street or the soothing rumble of the engine, but I got a good dose of oxygen and was able to clear my head. As we squealed into the theater parking lot, my brain was screwed on straight once more, my pulse going at a normal pace.
And Jason had calmed too because he turned to me and growled, “Listen, we can’t just sit out here for three hours like a bunch of losers. But we can’t both go in either, it’d be way too obvious.”
I grunted. That was true.
“I’ll go in,” Jason proposed, pulling his hood over his head. “I’ll keep an eye on them while they’re in the theater, and you sit out here and wait. That way Katy’s always in our line of vision, she’s always safe.”
And I watched amazed as Jason got out of the car, stooping his shoulders, crouching so that his big frame shrunk in on itself. Holy shit, but this guy was a master of disguise. From the back I would have thought that he was a sixty year-old senior, hobbling through the parking lot, a lonely guy out for a movie by himself.
So I tried to relax, leaning back in the cab, forcing my muscles to unclench, to release. Gazing out the window, I could see that the parking lot was pretty much empty, just a few cars here and there, the vast concrete space lit up by fluorescent lights. And the irony of the situation struck me. I was an alpha male who’d taken females for thirty years now, irresistible to the ladies then and now. Even the waitress at the diner today had been all over me, sighing and gasping, scribbling her number on the receipt. I’d glanced at it, crumpling it in my fist without a second thought. No way the middle-aged server could hold a candle to my beautiful teen, it was like comparing a blob to a rose in bloom, there was no contest, period.
But that was the crazy part about this. I had women coming out of my ears, women begging for my information, begging to spend time with me, to feel my body up against theirs, petting their sweet holes. And yet, here I was, waiting in a truck cab, alone on a Tuesday night, as Katy watched a movie with another man. No, it was worse than that. I sat like a loser in the car as my comrade-in-arms, Jason, literally stalked her on her date with another man, both of us wound up and anxious like nervous boyfriends biting our nails.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was a king of men, a champion, and yet here I was like a desperate dog, relegated to the backseat as Katy went out and enjoyed herself.
I shook my head again, weary, pinching the bridge of my nose. But what the fuck. What I was doing was right, I could feel it in my gut. I’d seen the slight shadow of doubt in the brunette’s eyes when we talked in the diner, discussed what could be, what might be, what the three of us wanted. And I didn’t blame Katy for having doubts because she was young, her life was only just unfolding, and she didn’t have any experience under her belt. How can you know what you want without sampling the world first, without dipping your toes into a couple different pools?
After all, I’d had an opportunity to live my life already. I was a forty-five year-old dude who’d been with dozens of women, heck, probably over a hundred in the last thirty years, and fuck, but Katy was the best of them, sweet, sassy, so beautiful, and sharp as a tack too.
But she didn’t know that, nor did she know that the world can be harsher than it seems. Katy was just a naïve eighteen year-old, and as far as I knew, had never even had a steady boyfriend. Definitely she’d never been physical before Jason and I rolled along, so for her to have doubts, questions about our threesome was natural. Besides, it would only be a matter of time before she saw how ruthless real life is, how often the goods are damaged, how things don’t turn out the way you expect.
So I sat back, taking another deep sigh, watchful and alert. The world is a rough place, and Katy was about to get a nasty dose of reality. And sure enough, not five minutes later the little girl came tearing out, eyes wide and rolling with fear.
“Oh god!” she cried, scrabbling in her purse, trying to find her phone.
My cell went off immediately with an urgent 9-1-1. Shit, she was looking bad, tears running down her cheeks, shoulders heaving, and I jumped out of the car, long legs pumping as I rushed to soothe her, kiss away her fears.
But that fucking ape Jock barreled out of the theater then, clutching his groin as he ran, face murderous with rage.
“You fuck!” he screamed at Katy, grabbing her hair, making her shriek with pain, yanking his fists up and down, shaking her head like a rag doll. “You fuck, you punched me in the nuts!”
The caveman in me took over then. With a roar, I was on the fucker immediately, wrestling him to the ground, his pumped up bulk no match for my massive build. Because I work out the natural way, through discipline and a good diet, and no drugs can compete with that. So Jock was a mere mite, nothing more than a tiny ant, soft and weak despite that pumped-up bodybuilder get-up.
“Get the fuck off her,” I raged, delivering a kick to the stomach. As I expected, his stomach was soft and fluffy like a marshmallow. The toe of my boot sank in a couple inches into his belly fat before rebounding. “Get the fuck away from her,” I commanded.
And by now, Jason had come tearing out of the theater as well, his arms around Katy, soothing her, stroking her hair as she choked back sobs.
“Are you okay?” he whispered into her ear. “Because I’m gonna fuck this motherfucker up.”
When she nodded silently, her body still shivering and shaking, Jason launched himself like the Tasmanian devil onto Jock, kicking and punching at the big man’s cowering form.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he raged, landing blow after blow onto the football player’s body. Jason could also tell that this guy was the Pillsbury Doughboy with the way his gut absorbed the blows like soft cotton, but that didn’t stop the hail of rage.
“What the fuck?” Jason roared again, delivering another vicious one to Jock’s soft underbelly.
I had to step in then because Jock was curled up in a ball on the floor like a complete weakling, not even trying to fight, and there’s no reason to pummel an opponent who’s already given up, who looks like a terrified hedgehog with its head down, trying to protect itself from the worst of the punishment.
So I wrestled Jason back, forcing the big man against his will, letting him catch his breath, to let reason take over.
“Come on, this dude’s a loser,” I spat, glancing down at Jock’s cowering frame. Oh my god, was the dude actually crying? A slight whimper emanated from the boy and I shook my head, disgusted again. “Come on, let’s go.”
And Katy stepped forward at the same time.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she breathed, eyes wide, even a little terrified at seeing how vicious we could be, how alpha, how merciless. “Let’s just go, leave him alone, he’s not going to hurt me anymore.”
And with that, we clambered back into the truck, silent as we drove. I wasn’t sure what was next. Was Katy going to bitch us out for trailing her? Were we going to rail at her for going on a date with another man? But the brunette had other ideas because the fight had gone out of her, the dose of reality had been like a ton of bricks crashing down with a thunderous roar.
And once we got back, Katy turned to us after the front door shut, her fine form curvy and tempting in that tight sweater and short skirt. She smiled tremulously, lips tempting and soft. Fuck, this woman could wear rags and I’d be into it, I’d tear that shit off without a second thought. Or better yet, she could walk around naked all day, that was right up my alley.
Because something was different. Before, the brunette had been filled with doubt, unsure about how things would work between the three of us, toeing the start line but not quite ready to run. But now that internal resistance was gone, completely kaput. She smiled at us, eyes wide, warm, molten pools of chocolate.
“Jason, Brent,” she breathed, “I want to be with you.”
I wanted to yell, to lash out, to make her pay for going on a date with another man but my breath caught because the teen started shimmying out of her clothes, and my body went from anger to lust in half a second. Oh god, she was so beautiful. Slowly, the brunette pulled the sweater over her head, revealing those soft, huge tits, barely covered by a bra, and reached in back to undo the snap, slowly stroking the silk straps off her shoulders. When her jugs were free, she beckoned to us.
“Come and taste me?” she whispered, holding a breast in each hand, lifting and offering the tips. “Come and taste?”
And Jason and I were like slaves before our mistress, on our knees in a second, me tonguing one breast while he took the other. The girl threw her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed, moaning slightly and I should have been angry, should have been furious with her, but my rage instead transformed into a burning sensation in my groin, a hardness, a need to take.
“Fuck little girl, you’re so amazing,” I growled, worshipping at her boob. Her soft, white jug was so huge that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth and instead settled on sucking her tip, rolling the sweet cherry around in my mouth before nipping lightly, biting that sweetness.
And Jason was a goner as well. He kissed along the crest of her breast before biting hard on the soft underbelly, leaving teeth marks, a crescent of indentations.
“Ouch!” she squealed, eyes flying open, looking with shocked eyes at us, not sure whether to be angry or aroused or both.
Jason just grunted.
“That’s for going out with another man,” he snarled. “That’s what you get.”
And I nodded vehemently. Yeah, I wasn’t the only one who was mad that our best girl had spent time in the company of a loser. She deserved it and I wanted to wreak some punishment as well, pummel her with my dick, force her to take it.
But I wasn’t gonna do it on her breast.
“Take your skirt off,” I growled. “Everything but the heels.”
And Jason and I pulled away as Katy stared at us with big eyes, those huge tits heaving, little red marks showing on the creamy flesh from our loving. But the tables had been turned and resistance was futile because there were two alphas in the room, two dominating, domineering male animals. So slowly, the teen reached in back and unsnapped her skirt, wriggling it over her hips until it dropped to the floor, wearing nothing now except the tiniest lace panties and high heels.
I was angry as fuck still despite the arousal coursing through my body, making my cock literally shake, and I wanted Katy to do something nasty, force her to be a slut after what we’d been through. So I didn’t move from my position, instead gazing at those creamy curves, a wet spot already seeping darkly through her panties.
“Take it off,” I ground out, and both Jason and I stared like crazed madmen as the girl tugged at the elastic of the pink cloth. And slowly, she pulled it from her hips, down her thick thighs and over her knees, stepping out of the cotton. Fuck, the aroma of her pussy filled the small trailer, so tantalizing, so musky and heavy that my cock jerked a bit then, letting loose a spurt of man cream.
But I wanted Katy to pay.
“Turn around,” I commanded. “Put your ass in the air so we can see, and insert those panties into your sweet puss.”
The girl gasped then, eyes wide, hesitant.
“Brent,” she panted, aroused but unsure. “Do you mean …?”
Both Jason and I nodded, our eyes scorching her curves. By now, we had our dicks out and were stroking them, the tips wet with pre-cum, poles slickly shiny with desire, dying to ravage that sweet body. But I was relentless, a mean motherfucker.
“You heard me,” I rumbled harshly. “Push those panties into your sweet hole, I want to see your snatch eat them.”
And the little girl’s legs trembled a bit then, her breasts bobbling at the dirty words. Fuck, Katy had never done anything so nasty in her life and yet the thought turned her on, acting so dirty with two men she adored. So wobbling still, she turned, bending over, one hand grabbing the kitchen counter.
“Like this?” she whispered, her head down, spreading her thighs into a vee.
And neither Jason nor I could answer because we were transfixed, our hands working like machines up and down our shafts. Fuck, our little girl was so beautiful, nude and willing. Her enormous ass was lifted in the air and as she parted her legs, that sweet pink slit came into view, creaming and glistening with moisture. A tiny bit of white edged out from her hole as we stared, slipping down her pussy lips before staining her thigh, a small rivulet dripping wetly.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Oh fuck, fuck.”
Jason was no better, his fist a blur on that hard shaft.
“Fuck yourself with the panties,” he growled. “I want to see it.”
And taking a deep breath, Katy obeyed. She crumpled up her panties into one small hand and lifted them to her pussy, tentatively edging a small corner of lace into her sweetness.
“Oh god,” she moaned, eyes flowing shut, head lifted in ecstasy. “Oh god.”
But that was just the beginning.
“Keep going,” I ground out. “I want to see all of it disappear into your snatch.”
And obediently, she inserted the soft material into her hot, slick channel, bit by bit. It was fucking disgusting in the best of ways. Her pink lips parted, more and more of the lace disappearing inside until there was nothing left, nothing but engorged, swollen flesh closing around the last remnants of material.
I was tempted to yank it out then, undo her hard work in half a second, watch that bit of cloth reappear like magic, soaked through with juice, but there was no time because my body had swung into high gear and I needed her on my dick. So in one big stride, I swept up the girl’s bouncy form, hauling her into my room, Jason a half-step behind us, a male animal in heat.
“Oh!” Katy gasped, big brown eyes meeting mine. Oh fuck, her boobs were so huge pressed against my chest that I almost lost it, literally felt my dick jerk and let out a small spurt of pre-cum, I needed her so badly. But first things first, and that was getting that pouty mouth onto my cock.
I lay down on the big bed and pulled her curvy form over me so that we were in a sixty nine. Fuck, her twat was so hot and aromatic, it steamed all over my face as I spread her knees over my head, puffy labia just inches from my mouth. And Katy moaned too because her mouth was positioned right over my cock, ready to suck and fuck me to heaven.
But Jason wasn’t gonna miss out, no way. He got on his knees next to her chin, dick pointed right at her lips and Katy mewled deep in her throat. Because the brunette didn’t have one cock to taste … she had two to rotate between, two huge, hot, poles of man meat to savor, to love, with that hungry little mouth.
And the girl didn’t waste a second. She ran her tongue up my length, tracing a mighty vein on the side before popping off the top and lapping against Jason’s length, savoring the man meat that surrounded her.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, eyes closed, cunt quivering above me, the humidity blasting my face.
But we wanted more than that. Jason grasped her chin in his hand and looked deep into her eyes.
“Baby, we want you to taste our cum and then tell us about it,” he growled. “What makes us different? What’s the same? Drink us both,” he commanded.
And Katy’s eyes flew open again. Holy shit, this was so dirty, first with the panties in her puss, and now sipping two men’s cum and writing an essay about it, contrasting and comparing. Fuck this was so fucked up.
But Jason and I were completely serious, we wanted to own her, to share her jointly between us, and drinking our cum was the first step, natural and right in our sordid trio. So obediently, she bent her head to my cock and sipped gently at the tip. I spurted right then, a small bit of jizz bursting into her mouth, shocking her.
“Mmm,” the brunette moaned, lapping her lips and swallowing delicately. “Now you,” she said, and turned her face towards Jason’s cock, fisting it a bit before pressing her lips to his glans, running her tongue into the slit at the top. And sure enough, but Jason spurted right then as well, giving her a sample of his sweet cream. Katy moaned, her pussy shivering just inches from my face, the aroma so heady and thick that my cock was ready to explode.
“How was it?” I rumbled, craning my head from around her big ass. “What are the results of the taste test?”
Katy giggled slightly, her boobs jiggling against my lower abs. Fuck, they were so huge that they were mashed up tight against me, huge warm orbs that I was gonna fuck the next time … or the next fifty times.
She raised her head, brown eyes wide and wondrous, licking her lips slowly as if savoring the mouth feel of a fine wine.
“Jason, I’d say you’re more, mmm, tangy,” she murmured with a sweet smile. “Have you been eating citrus? Because your jism is sweet,” she added wickedly.
And then craning her head around to meet my eyes, she continued.
“Brent, your cum is more fragrant and creamy,” she concluded, “with a heavier, more viscous feel, but you know what?” she said coyly. “I need another sample to be sure.”
And with that, she ducked her head once more and sucked my pole into her mouth, cheeks hollowing with vacuum pressure, consuming me like a python devouring its prey.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, eyes snapping shut as my entire body tensed, balls rising high and tight. “Oh fuck.” Waves of blood rushed to my groin, it felt so fucking good, that small mouth wet and sloppy on my cock, making me pulse with ecstasy, so close to release.
And Jason growled, knocking his dick against her cheek as she sucked.
“Keep going,” he rumbled, “but I’m up next.”
And with all this depravity going on, I almost gave it up. A fucking taste test? The girl sampling our cum, giving us the results? And I hadn’t even licked her twat yet. So I yanked her ass down to me and planted one on that swollen, throbbing clit, sucking it into my mouth, taking the hard nub between my lips and shaking like a dog with a toy.
“Mmmph!” Katy shrieked, her voice muffled by cock. “Mmmph!”
I grunted, half in ecstasy, half in agony, again as the pressure increased on my fuckpole.
“Keep going,” I rasped, “because I’m gonna finger fuck this pussy now.”
And true to my word, I slowly, tantalizingly, pulled the panties from her hot snatch, both Jason and I watching with avid eyes as the pink cotton made its exit from her swollen lips, dragging slowly against her internal walls. Oh god, the fabric was so wet, completely drenched through with cream and I thought about stuffing it into my mouth, giving myself something to feast on.
But nah, there were more urgent issues at hand. Katy was swollen and throbbing, her hole empty, so I ran my tongue up that sweet slit, all the way from clit as far up her ass I could reach, before pushing my tongue into her interior, filling her, tasting that creamy, aromatic internal channel, still so small, so tight, practically still a virgin. And with one big finger, I pushed in between those folds, the girl tensing and squealing, stiffening with delight.
“Mmmph!” she cried out, back arching, reflexively jolting at the sensuous invasion. By now, she’d switched to Jason’s dick, so she had a mouthful of his man meat once again, the big man with his head thrown back, eyes closed as she worked him good.
I chuckled deep in my throat.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I panted from below her, running my finger in and out, stroking up those sweet walls. “How about this?” I husked, pushing in another finger, the two digits working like a steady motor between her legs. “Lift your ass up higher, honey, higher so Daddy can finger fuck your pussy.”
And despite the fact that tremors were shaking her frame already, making her moan lustily around Jason’s dick, Katy obeyed, lifting her butt into the air so I could penetrate deeper. I pushed and stroked into those sweet folds, curling my fingers a bit, dragging them around, and fuck, but she was so tight, so tiny, squeezing my digits so hard I thought they might break off.
But I’m a dirty mofo, so I pushed a third finger in to join the first two, stretching her until it was almost unbearable, the hot pink clamped around my big digits, the swollen flesh clinging to me wetly.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I groaned, feeling her mouth envelop my dick once more. “Fuck yeah.”
And with a long squeal, a muffled, drawn-out moan, the girl lost it. Her cunt clamped down once, hard, on my fingers before shaking and spasming with ecstasy, the sweetness almost pushing my hand out of her secret space, pussy juicing with wetness, cream oozing everywhere, smearing her labia before dripping down her thighs.
“Mmmph!” she cried out, big boobies heaving. Jason’s dick was stuffed in her mouth, and her orgasm must have pushed him over the edge too because suddenly the big man roared mightily, chest and abs tense, hips jerking furiously.
“Fuuuuuck!” he shouted, gripping her hair tight, keeping her mouth locked onto his rod as geysers of sperm spurted between her lips, so fucking dirty, so nasty.
But our girl is a slutty whore, and she swallowed madly, gulping as much man milk as possible, drinking the man jizz. Mid-spurt, she pulled her head away, Jason’s dick popping out between her lips, before pushing her face down on my cock then, the slick of the other man’s cum still wet on her lips.
And oh fuck, but it was so nasty, our girl mouthing two cocks that I let go then, releasing in a huge rush. “Fuck!” I shouted, pounding her puss with my fingers furiously. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Because I came then too, my hips jerking furiously on the bed, hot rod giving it up as I released blast after blast of cum into Katy’s mouth, the girl sucking and swallowing like a seasoned pro, my sperm was ambrosia from heaven, literally the stuff of life.
And I groaned as my body gave it up to this sweet girl, still stroking her insides, her sweet snatch clenched around my fingers. Oh fuck, oh fuck, this was so fucking dirty and my body erupted into her mouth again as her puss spasmed and clenched repeatedly around my fingers, spraying my face with her juice, the spatters landing wetly on my chin and mouth as I furiously finger fucked that sweet snatch.
And after the hurricane passed, we looked at one another, eyes wide, bodies still heaving. I pulled my fingers from her pink pussy with a succulent squelch and all of us jerked at the loud sucking noise.
“Wa-was that my pussy?” Katy whispered, turning red, cheeks flaming at the thought.
Jason and I chuckled deep in our chests. Because our girl was still so innocent, even after having just sucked both our cocks, her pussy perched two inches above my face, those folds still within licking distance.
So I did the honors. I craned my head up and ran my tongue over those swollen labia, causing her to moan and gasp once more, another shiver of ecstasy coursing through her cunt.
“That’s right,” I growled my mouth pressed to her clit. “That was your sweet little kitty, it loves us so much that it wants more. That sucking sound you heard was your pussy begging for dick this time.”
Because it was true. Sure, the brunette had brought us to ecstasy with her mouth, our sperm coating her lips now, dropping wetly on my thighs, his thighs, a pool of the combined stuff on the coverlet. But it was still early in the night and there was so much more to be done, there was so much Katy to love, worship, and treasure that my balls grew tight once more, my cock stiffening in anticipation … and adoration.