Just Two Much, page 4
And all I could do was suck, tasting my own musky scent as he rubbed his giant crown against my backdoor, pulling my ass cheeks apart to spread ‘em better, for more traction, better access. I mewled silently even as I tensed.
“Relax,” he growled, moving his hips forward a bit. The strain was excruciating. I felt my little ass push back as his dick moved forward, him rubbing my hole even as he breached it, massaging my cheeks, moving his finger down to stroke the flesh between my vag and anus. “Relax,” he commanded again, pressing forward, insistently increasing the pressure.
And with a pop, he was in. His head moved forward into my rectum a few inches, the penetration unbearable but oh so sweet at the same time. I threw my head back and cried out, unable to muffle my delight mixed with pain.
Down below, Caden was still drinking from the warm, wet pussy fount.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “Her kitty juice just got sweeter with your dick in her ass.”
And that spurred Caleb to push deeper into my back hole. “Unnf!” he roared.
“No!” I squealed simultaneously, panicky at the prospect of taking more than a few inches.
“You will,” he growled as his brother continued lapping, and that spear of fire kept moving deeper until lo and behold, he was balls deep in my GI tract, his cock reaching all the way up to my throat, punishing my body, spearing me on that hot rod.
With a dry rasp, he began moving, fucking me from behind, forcing that dry heat to accommodate his donkey dong.
“Unnf!” I cried with each push. “Unnf! Unnf! Unnf!”
Meanwhile, Cade was lapping at my pussy, playing with my clit even as my backdoor was destroyed. But such ministrations were soon to end.
Cade stood, one hand still buried in my folds, facing me so that his dick was lined up at my hole.
“Just one sec brother,” he grunted and Caleb paused momentarily, obliging him. With a swift movement, Cade thrust his dong into my wet vag and I screamed again, completely, totally filled with dick, stuffed to the max, double-teamed.
“Uh huh, you like it don’t you,” Cade growled as my body trembled and adjusted, trying to accommodate two men at once. And with a practiced movement, they began a syncopated rhythm in that dark alleyway, one pushing in as the other pulled out, reaming me front and back, forcing me to take it, my breasts bouncing and jiggling as they fucked me from both ends.
The double penetration, god I loved it. I’d never been drilled like this and all I knew was that I wanted it. I wanted to take it like a porn star, with seed in my kitty, up my ass, and in my mouth. I wanted it every which way so long as that seed belonged to my stepbrothers.
7
Karina
I was in my dorm room and Danny, whom I’d avoided since my trip to California, was all up in it.
“I swear Karina, you’re overreacting,” he said nastily. “That thing with Kendra, it was nothing. I just needed to get an A in the class and besides, you’re so boring,” he added.
“Oh really?” I asked dismissively. “How?” Little did he know that I’d been with my stepbrothers back in San Francisco, doubled up big time. “What’s boring to you?”
“You know,” he whined. “It’s just so vanilla whenever we do it. Live a little you know? Experiment.”
“Like incorporating spiders and worms into sex?” I asked flatly. “Inserting your dirty lab tools into my cunt?”
“Yeah, why not?” he replied. “I mean insects can be sexy, can I help it if that shit turns me on? I’m an entomologist.”
Even a week ago, I would have seriously considered his requests, given some thought to rebooting our sex life. But ever since coming back … no way. No fucking way was I touching a loser like Danny now that I’d experienced the twins.
“Danny,” I sighed. “I don’t know how to tell you this but here goes. I’m just not into you anymore. I’m sorry.”
“Man, you’re one fucked up bitch,” he spat in response. “I mean this is college. Everyone steps out on everyone else and at least I was on a mission. I got an A for my efforts. When did you ever think strategically when it came to sex?”
Well come to think of it, never. Sex wasn’t a “mission” the way he described it because I was usually losing my mind while doing the dirty, letting myself feel, my kitty run, nothing cerebral about it.
Just then Brenda bounced in, my roommate.
“There you guys are,” she breezed happily. “Ready to head to class?”
It was the perfect opportunity to get away.
“Yeah Bren, let’s head out,” I said with one last glance at the pathetic boy sitting on our bean bag. “See ya.” And with that, it was over and I was a new woman, albeit one who loved ménage … with two men and me in the middle.
8
Caleb
I have to admit, Caden and I have done the unthinkable. We’re in line at the NYU Registrar’s office, ready to be re-admitted as transfers. It’s crazy, I know. We’re billionaires. We’re twenty-five year old wunderkind who dropped out of school to pursue our fortunes. And yet we’re back.
It has to do with our step. After that night in San Francisco, we’d had a serious discussion. Sure, we could keep on going at Manning Pharma, but things were fine with the company. Jake was in control at the helm, he didn’t need us.
So we’d decided to take the unconventional path and finish school. Can you imagine? We’ve given guest lectures to MBA students and yet here we were, completing our undergrad degrees. What the hell was wrong with us?
The answer was obvious: we wanted to see our little step again. She was just too far away and there was no way a weekend here or there was enough for us. My brother and I are fueled by testosterone and even the weekends in Vegas were getting to be mundane. We needed to drill, drill, and then drill some more, hopefully with our nasty little girl between us.
But first things first.
“Mr. Manning?” quizzed the old lady behind the counter.
“Yep that’s me,” I said confidently.
“We need an address for you,” she said.
“Oh right, here you go,” I passed her our lease.
Her eyebrows shot up. “So you live at Columbus Circle? In the Time Warner Center?” she asked disbelievingly.
“That’s right,” I said. “Penthouse floor, and with Whole Foods in the basement it’s convenient for a student. I can’t afford to eat out all the time, you know?” I said, winking at her.
With a shake of her head, she sat back down. Living at the Time Warner Center was a luxury but Caden and I weren’t about to move back into the dorms. We were over and done with that. But that didn’t mean we weren’t going to participate in student life fully.
After the registrar’s office, we took a cab to our old fraternity, Delta Upsilon Pi. Oh yeah, DUP. The nastiest, most perverted guys in the world, and just like old times, there was the thump of loud music coming from the shared house. It was really a decrepit townhouse that had been converted into a giant party loft. It was decayed and rotted, which made it perfect for wild shindigs.
We walked in and sure enough, there were guys with their feet kicked up, drinking beer with their baseball hats on backwards.
“Brothers!” crowed one. “The National Chapter told us you were coming. Who knew? The Manning twins are here at DUP.”
“Yeah, we’re back,” grunted Cade. “Wanted to do the unconventional thing and get our degrees. Set a good example for the kiddies back home.”
“Whatevs,” shrugged a tall guy, taking a swig of beer. “I’m Danny, this is Cole,” he said, nodding to a sandy-haired dude. “You coming to the party tonight? Lots of drunk girls,” he said with a nasty grin.
“Yeah,” I said noncommittally. “Absolutely. What time does it start again?”
“Ten, my brothers,” said Danny, letting a spider crawl up his arm. Did that thing have a hairy belly with a red hourglass on it? Shit, that was a tarantula.
He saw my stare and laughed nastily. “Yeah, we fuck around a lot here. Don’t be late,” he added as we left. “Lots of sluts will be here tonight.”
9
Karina
Vera and Brenda squealed and giggled as they got ready for the frat party.
“I know you’re fighting with Danny, but there’s no reason not to go,” said Bren. “DUP throws the best parties, it’s not worth missing one over some tiff. Besides, it’s the party of the year,” she breathed. “Who wants to miss out?”
“And Danny’s hot,” added Vera. “Girl, what he said has some truth to it. College is the time to experiment, to figure out what you’re about. So what if he stepped out with Kendra? Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”
I didn’t bother to reply. First, Danny absolutely didn’t love me. My time away made me realize that he’d been a jerk the entire time we dated. He was narcissistic, obsessed with his identity, and focused on getting his way. I was merely a living, breathing object that he could hang out with when bored. Nothing more.
Second, my mind-blowing experience with the twins eclipsed everything. My friends knew I’d paid for a back-room show in Vegas but they had no idea what exactly had happened because I’d stayed mum the rest of the trip. Plus, the girls had just been too drunk to really notice. Not a few had had spinning headaches the next day, vomiting putrid green waste into the toilet.
So I figured my secret was safe, and agreed to tag along.
“Okay, I guess,” I said slowly. “But I’m coming back in an hour no matter what. I need to get some studying in.”
“Seriously? Are you really going to study on a Saturday night? Really Kar, you’re too much. First Vegas, and now this,” said Vera.
I laughed quietly to myself but started putting on make-up and doing my hair.
Just an hour, I thought, and then I’m coming back. I slipped into an emerald green dress, the crushed velvet hugging my curves with a scoop neck that showed off my décolletage. Okay, it was a little racier than I usually did but it was Saturday night, right?
We walked briskly through the chilly night air to the DUP house. Yep, New York was in full force tonight and there were tons of folks out hollering and cracking jokes. Three girls in short skirts definitely got a lot of attention.
“Woo hoo!” cat-called a passerby.
“Can’t a dude look?” asked another when I shot him a dirty glance.
God, if we could only get there sooner rather than later. I was seriously tempted to call a cab, Brenda and Vera loved the attention. They kept blowing kisses and winking at random guys, which annoyed me.
Finally we were at the far reaches of Alphabet City where the frat house stood. Pounding music and lights proclaimed we were at the right spot, the letters Delta Upsilon Pi hung on a flag in the window. A bunch of girls squealed in the front yard, giggling as guys chanted a frat song and pounded beer from a keg.
This didn’t look fun to me at all because these folks were way too drunk already, but I sighed. Better just to put up with it for a little while and then go home. Besides, I always have more fun at these things than I expect and it was time for me to get over the twins. I wasn’t going to see them for a long time. I was here and they were in California.
So I trailed Brenda and Vera inside. The stench was overwhelming. It smelled like BO and cheap alcohol mixed together, and the hardwood floor was sticky with some unnamed substance.
“Gross,” I mumbled, trying to follow my friends among the writhing bodies.
“Come on!” said Brenda. “Cole said he’s having a private party upstairs in his room. There’s top shelf liquor and some doobies.” I sighed but followed them up the rickety stairs to a top-floor room. The door was locked but light shone from the crack under the door and we could hear a bunch of voices inside.
When Brenda pounded, the voices hushed for a moment before starting back up again, as if nothing had happened. She pounded harder, even more determined.
“Cole! Cole! It’s me, Brenda Bey from Anthro 1. I brought my friends.”
Silence suddenly and the door cracked open a bit to show a sandy-haired blonde guy, drunk off his ass. I could swear that his pupils were dilated. A cloud of pot smoke swirled behind him, the miasma seeping out into the hall.
He looked Vera and I up and down and said with a drunken slur, “Sure, come on in. We’ve been expecting you.”
This was weird but I didn’t say anything. I trailed my friends inside and there was a roomful of guys, with a couple girls scattered about in skimpy clothing. Heavy drinking was going on, and quite a few folks had joints in their hands.
“Help yourself,” said one dude to me with carroty-hair, passing me a doobie. Okay, I could do this. I don’t usually indulge but it was Saturday night and the pot smelled like quality, and not the mashed up shit that circulates around campus on a regular basis.
I took a drag and the effect was near instantaneous. I felt loose, a little uninhibited, and suddenly the world was so much more comfortable. My fears seemed to float off into the sky. I settled back on a divan and relaxed, leaning my head against the back, looking up at the ceiling. Damn, that stucco was really pretty and I took a few more drags, letting the sweet, scented air fill my lungs.
I guess I must have been more stoned than I realized because suddenly Caden and Caleb filled my vision.
“Hey little sister,” said Cade. “What a coincidence.”
“Hey yourself,” I giggled, brushing my hair out of my face. “What are you doing here?”
One of the twins sat on my right, the other on my left.
“We could ask you the same thing,” they said in unison. Was it my imagination or were their images blurring a bit, the edges moving in slow motion, flickering almost.
“I’m good,” I said slowly. “Real good.”
One of the twins chuckled. “We didn’t ask how you were.” He frowned. “Seriously sis, we wouldn’t have taken you for a pothead. I mean, you’re studious and stuff right? Serious about getting a degree.”
At this point, I was so tired that I didn’t answer, letting my head slip lower and lower until it was buried in Caden’s lap. Mmm, I could stay like this forever. I nuzzled my face against the package there, rubbing my cheek against a hardening snake while letting my hair trail across his thighs.
I heard my brothers talking above me, their voices hushed, but ignored it altogether. I was so tired and it was comfortable here, my brothers stroking my limbs, my back, taking care of me.
I think I fell asleep. I opened my eyes for a bit and could see some crazy debauchery going on. Brenda and Vera were nude, gyrating in the center of the room with a circle of guys around them, cheering them on. Shit, Vera was really beautiful, her skin gleaming in the light, her blonde hair flying as she spun. Wasn’t she getting married soon? I couldn’t focus and blinked, falling off into dream state again.
I opened my eyes a bit later and saw an even more depraved scene. Brenda and Vera … oh my god were those my friends? They were plugged every which way, that’s all I could say. Brenda was nude on her hands and knees, sucking a cock while another stuffed her from the back, pounding her as she made panting, “Humph, humph” sounds around the dick in her mouth. I could see semen trailing down her thigh, there was so much that it coated the backs of her legs, the white creamy and fresh. There was no way one guy had done that, multiple guys must have come in her again and again, making her their own little spray slut.
Vera, on the other hand, had put on a bridal veil. She was getting married, I hadn’t been wrong. But what she was doing with the veil was another story. Instead of pulling it demurely over her face, she whipped it off her head and was running it between her legs, that filmy material dragging over her wet cunt. Then she’d turn to various guys, legs parted, letting them sniff her kitty, lick it, tying the filmy material around their faces so they could inhale the heavy pussy scent.
Like a whore, it seemed like Vera couldn’t get enough. One guy positioned himself on his back below her and like a hungry slut, she straddled him, parting her legs so that his cock slipped in. But that wasn’t all. She held herself open, pulling her labia apart so that her insides were visible to all, her clit throbbing, a tiny bit of come peeping out around the cock.
“More, more!” she panted, throwing her head back and guys circled her, their dicks in hand, rubbing them against her cheek, leaving trails of pre-cum on her shoulders, neck, breasts and face.
Vera and Brenda were a dual act though. They pulled themselves off the guys, smiling slyly with trails of male fluid coating their bodies and sat down on a couch together, Vera on top of Brenda, spreading their legs for the men to see. Oh god, it was like a double pussy sandwich, Vera’s snatch stacked on top of Brenda’s, Vera’s insides light pink as she pulled her lips open, whereas Brenda’s was a ruby red.
“First up,” called Vera sweetly.
A dude walked up to them, naked, his pole heavy and stiff, groaning already as he rubbed himself. Mesmerized, he dropped to his knees in front of the girls, taking a lap of the bottom pussy before trailing his lips to the top one, chewing those lips, nipping and biting Vera’s pulsing clit.
“Oh fuck,” Vera sighed, her hips grinding, both the girls getting their pussies eaten by the same guy. He spit, letting the drool drop wetly on those twats, lubing them up, the saliva slipping from Vera’s to Brenda’s slick folds.
With a groan, he pushed a finger into Brenda’s darker snatch, fingering her. She squealed, reaching to hold herself open, letting us see that gleaming, pulsating slit, her clit a little bud at the top. She moaned but then turned her face aside and took Vera’s nipple in her mouth, sucking the pink areola, trailing her mouth around the engorged puffiness, letting her pussy get fingered as she tongued another woman.
The frat boy wanted kitty on both hands though. He plunged his left index finger into Vera’s twat and she squealed, the penetration shallow but titillating as he rotated his finger in her snatch, filling that little hole. With a groan, the man began finger-fucking both women at once, pulling his digits in and out, the wet twats twisting and shivering, the women a mass of limbs, titties and sighs as they were simultaneously fucked.
