Double Dare(222)

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.