Zeva
“Goddamn piece of SHIT,” I scream, kicking my truck.
My two dogs bark from inside my house, their worried tones echoing out across the night.
“It’s fine, nobody’s here boys,” I sigh.
I stare at my truck. This is the third time this month it won’t start. Realistically, I should just get a new vehicle…but this car, this shitty little farmhouse, everything here is all I have left of my parents.
I don’t want to let that go.
I walk back inside and pet Seras and Walter to calm them down. They’re sweet little mutts and are always on guard. They follow me over to the couch and patiently wait for me to get comfortable before taking their seats next to me. I sigh and call up the Honeypot.
“Hey, Tammi? Yeah, Zeva. My car is shitting out on me again, I can’t make it in tonight.”
“That’s a damn shame you know. Two of your ‘big three’ are already here waiting for you, and Alex is scheduled with you tonight,” Tammi teases.
“Well if they’re so eager to see me dance they know where to find me,” I smile, then hang up the phone and lie back. My two dogs jump down and lay in their own beds to give me room on the couch.
I let my mind drift around, thinking more and more about Wade, Jason, and Alex. I’ve been playing that night through my head more and more, how firm yet rough they were with me. How they managed to make me feel used yet cared for all at the same time.
Before I even realize it one hand is sliding down my panties. I bite my lip and slip my other hand under my shirt, rubbing my breast and taking my nipple between two fingers and rolling it gently. I run two fingers up and down my pussy, already drenched just thinking about their three huge cocks. I moan to myself lightly, rocking my hips against my hand just trying to recreate the feel of them thrusting into me as I do the same with my fingers, thrusting them deep into my pussy.
Frustrated at the restriction, I yank my pants down and spread my legs wide, just imagining them all here with me, licking and fucking me. I press hard against my G-spot and let a louder moan escape my lips, and then slide out of myself and rub my clit hard.
“Oh God, yes,” I moan out load, working on my pussy as fast as I can, my body and soul boiling. I finger myself harder and deeper, rocking my hips back and forth on the couch as I get closer and closer to climax. Finally, I rub my clit furiously and begin to orgasm. My mind explodes as electricity jolts through my whole body. I moan and scream out over and over, my juices spraying and squirting as I rub my clit harder and harder, soaking the couch in front of me.
As my waves of pleasure subside I relax into the couch, gently stroking myself to a calm. My mind is sated somewhat, but my body is telling me I need more; I need their cocks again, very soon. I let myself dream about the night again, falling into a gentle sleep on the couch.
I wake up to my dogs barking up a storm and the distinct sound of multiple bikes pulling up to my yard. I jump up with a start, quickly realizing my pants are still around my ankles. I yank them up and grab my baby Glock, confused in my sleepy stupor. I peek outside carefully to see three men dismounting their bikes, the three motors sputtering to a silence. I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to clear my head as best as I can as I watch them approach.
I see them step into the light of my porch lamp and realize it's Jason, Alex, and Wade. I breathe a heavy sigh of relief, not even sure what I was expecting. I rush to open the door, my mood much giddier now that I recognize them.
“Jesus, you boys scared the hell out of me,” I yell at them in mock anger.
“What? What do you mean? Who else were you expecting,” Jason says.
“I dunno. How else do you react when you’re sleeping and you hear some assholes on some stupid loud bikes pull up to your front yard?” I tease, setting my gun down and giving them each a tight hug as they walk in.
“Seras! Walter! Quiet down already,” I admonish the two dogs. “Pet them so they’ll shut up okay?”
“They’re harmless puppies,” Wade laughs, petting them both sweetly.
“You had us missing you,” Alex says, smirking. “Tammi gave us your message and said you invited us over for a private show?”
“Not quite but what do you expect from those old ears,” I laugh. “Anyways, you boys want something to drink? No beer, but I have some nice wine or whisky.”
“I’ll take you up on that one!” Jason pipes up with no hesitation.
I’m really happy to just have them around. Just the four of us together feels really comfortable; it feels right. We sit around my living room together, sipping our drinks and chatting idly. I can tell there’s something on their mind they don’t want to tell me, but I trust them to fill me in eventually.
Once my glass of wine is empty I peek at the three of them and smile.
“There’s no way you boys came here just to chat though, right?” I smile. “Lemme head upstairs to slip into something worth looking at.”