“Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, so loud that I was sure all our neighbors could hear. “Oh god! Jason! Brent!”
Hearing our name on her lips, feeling her cunt and ass squeeze down hard on our hands, pouring wet cream like it was Niagara Falls, hurtled us over the edge as well. In a flash, we yanked our fingers from her holes and were ready with our dicks at her openings, me buried deep in her ass, and Jason in her vag, our cocks hammering home with desire.
“I. Fucking. Love. You,” I huffed as my hips pistoned, claiming her tiny anus.
And Jason was just as desperate, just as eager to mark her as ours.
“You. Belong. To. Us,” he grunted, drilling her pussy with no mercy. And our curvy, bountiful girl moaned, welcoming us into her depths, receiving us with pleasure, squeezing, clenching, making us groan with delight.
“Take me,” she whispered as her pussy and cunt pulsed around us, wild and wet, squeezing tight. “I’m so yours.”
And those words threw Jason and me over the edge. We were lost men, lost in the wonders of Katy, the girl so sinful, so dirty and nasty, and yet so sweet at once. I roared, releasing gusts of sperm up her backside, coating that anal hole with my precious white as Jason lost it in her pussy, his dick jerking again and again as he blasted semen high up into her vaginal canal.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, taking her lips between his. “Fuuuuck.”
The girl kissed back just as feverishly, her body pulsing with its own sweet rhythm, milking us of our man juice.
“Give it to me,” she chanted as we pumped and pumped. “Give it all to me.”
And shit, she was so sweet that my orgasm lasted forever, rolling straight into the next, penis pulsing and pumping as it blasted her again and again.
But ecstasy can’t go on forever, you’d die of a heart attack, so slowly, oh so slowly, we began the descent from heaven. I growled against the back of Katy’s neck, breathing in the sweet scent behind her ear, stroking one big hand up over her haunches and then down that curvy back.
“Fuck baby, you’re probably the only girl who can fit us both,” I complimented.
Katy stretched sinuously in response.
“Probably?” she asked archly, teasing. “Or you know for sure?”
“Honey,” I growled, nipping her ear as my dick dripped into her ass some more. “Doesn’t matter, no way no how, because you’re the only woman on our minds, the only one who can make us both go crazy.”
And Katy rewarded me then by clenching her anus, her ass cheeks clamping around my pole and milking me of one last burst, making me groan involuntarily.
“Oh good, Brent, I’m so glad to hear,” she mewled sweetly. “And you Jason?”
Our young gun had wised up this time.
“Baby,” he growled feverishly. “There’s no one for us but you, there never will be,” he rumbled, claiming her lips again.
Katy twisted against us then, her insides making us both moan with ecstasy, the sweet friction unbearable. Because it was true. There was only one woman for us, and she was right here, in our arms. I’m not saying that things were perfect, that we’d worked everything out, but what I am saying is that we were going to give it the old college try. Sure, a threesome wasn’t going to go over well in our little town, if people thought we were trailer trash before, then we were definitely cementing that image now. But what the fuck? We’d been apart and it had been fucking awful, an exercise in agony.
So yeah, Katy, Jason and I live in the present because life is too short. There’s no point going around in circles, chasing your tail when you’ve got everything you want right in front of you. And for us, that’s Katy Parks, curvy brunette, sensuous lover, our sweetheart with the generous body and even more generous smile. What’s going to happen, I don’t know because no one can predict the future. But for now, the trashy virgin was ours to keep … and to love.
EPILOGUE
Katy
So do you think I’m trashy?
Do you think I’m trash because I live in a trailer park?
Do you think I’m trash for adoring two men, two men who practically started out as my stepdad and stepbrother?
I don’t blame you if you do. Maybe I would too, if I were in someone else’s shoes.
But life teaches you lessons, and I’ve learned mine, word for word, cover to cover.
Because my particular lesson is that love can triumph … if you let it. I adore Jason and Brent, I appreciate everything they do for me, with me, to me. And it goes beyond just the physical. We’re bonded in a way that transcends words, each of us with our own lives but also completely intertwined, our bodies worshipping one another, our words caressing where hands can’t touch, our souls meeting with a bright, burning flame.