“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out as creamy, viscous sperm shot into her rectum, coating her GI tract with the stuff of life. “Fuck this shit, oh fuck,” I grunted. My vision literally went black for a moment before fading to white, body tense, tight, pulsing with the power of release.
And Katy was just as lost, both her holes sprayed with man jism simultaneously. She ground her clit once, twice against Brent’s pubic bone and then a shower of sparks erupted as her pussy and ass clamped down on the dicks inside, wet holes grabbing us tight, spasming so hard that it was like an earthquake in her little body, a ten point tremor powerful enough to light up the city.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, face pressed into Brent’s big chest. “Ohhhh!”
And shit, but nothing had ever looked so good. The brunette’s big white ass was high up in the air, my dick in her butt, Brent invading her pussy as white cream spilled out around our cocks, there was just too much of it, our mixed cum copious, dripping, aromatic and heavy in the air.
And once it was over, we paused. Oh no, Brent and I didn’t pull out, fuck no, the feel of Katy’s sweet holes sucking our dicks was too good to give up. Instead, I’m a sly motherfucker and decided to have a conversation with my shaft buried in her ass, I figured it might be easier to get straight answers out of the little girl this way.
“Honey,” I growled, angling my hips in a little deeper, grazing my cockhead against the inside of her anal chamber. “Why’d you go out with Jock tonight? Me and Brent aren’t enough?”
Katy shrieked a little, eyes flying open, the penetration so good, so tight, that it was hard to focus. But her ass clenched once more before going still, the girl taking a deep breath before replying.
“Jason,” she said in a trembly voice, looking at me over one slim shoulder. “It’s not what you think,” she began. “I mean, I love you and Brent, there’s no one but you guys for me.”
Fuck, both our cocks twitched at the word “love,” both of us spurted a little involuntarily and the girl threw her head back, eyes closed, and moaned a little, the perfect receptacle for our cum.
But that wasn’t an answer.
“Of course you do,” I ground out confidently, stroking one big hand down those smooth, gleaming haunches before stopping at her ass and giving the bountiful flesh a squeeze. “I know you love us, so why did you go out with him?” I asked, my voice neutral.
Katy moaned again, grinding a little against Brent, her pussy and ass still stuffed full but the big man pinched her nipple before forcing her chin up, looking into her eyes.
“Answer Jason,” he ground out. “What’s up with that fucking Jock dude?”
And despite the ripples of sensation running through her body, the embers of arousal beginning to burn again, Katy answered.
“I wasn’t sure,” she said in a small voice. “I mean, I’m eighteen and I’ve never been with anyone else before. You guys are my first, and even though I’ve been behaving like a whore around you,” she paused and blushed for a moment, “You’re my first and I just didn’t know.”
I was fucking confused at this point.
“What do you mean, you didn’t know? You wanted to taste his dick, feel a third dick in your body before you were sure about us?”
I should have felt bad about the nasty words and the way I was treating her, but tonight’s events had been too hurtful, seeing her with another man.
“No!” the brunette gasped, turning to look at me with shocked eyes. “Of course not! I’d never have sex with someone else,” she paused. “It’s just that … I’ve never dated before, I wanted to see what it felt like before we started our, um, triad.”
I paused for a moment.
“So let me get this straight,” I began slowly. “You wanted to go out with another man, get a free popcorn and soda because that would tell you that our threesome was doable,” I said sarcastically.
But Katy was no shy pansy. She snorted then, eyes flaring.
“Of course not, stop being mean. Sure, you’re an expert at burying your dick in my body, but has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to be treated like a princess, maybe I want to go out to dinner sometime, be courted, have a romantic meal like any other woman? I’m not some Cinderella, you know.”
And I stopped in my tracks, a little miffed. Wasn’t it clear that we adored her, with the way our eyes tracked her every move, the way we’d literally followed her to the theater, stalking her, jealous alphas staking our territory?
But Brent stepped in then. The older man was suave, soothing.