But during fifth period, I'd looked it up on my phone. There were so many sites on "multiple love," "polyamory," and even teen magazines dispensing advice to girls who liked more than one boy. I chuckled at that one. Sure, I was still in high school so I guess I fit their demographic, but this was more than a passing phase, more than just a fling. I was in love with two men, couldn't wait to have them both, and the question was how exactly we were going to work this out.
Because I desperately wanted it to work out. I wanted to have both men with me, separately or together I wasn't sure, but there had to be some combination that would make sense for all three of us. I wasn't sure what it was yet, the articles on-line seemed to harp on a lot of therapy, a lot of "open-hearted talking," and at this moment, we hadn't had a serious discussion. In fact, Brent didn't even know about Jason yet, putting us at square one, if not square zero.
So I stepped into our trailer after school thinking that maybe we'd chat a little, maybe Jason and I had some more talking to do after our impassioned discussion this morning. I was totally prepared to sit down with him and brainstorm a little. But he's an alpha male with something to prove, namely that Brent isn't the only man in my life. So we started exploring almost immediately, our bodies hot and hungry for one another, not a second to lose.
But Jason, as much as I love him, pulled back. Again, it's this male ego thing and I almost cried when he asked, "What did you do with Brent yesterday?"
I flopped around like a fish gasping for air because what good would it do if he knew? How would that help?
"Nothing," I murmured, head down before looking straight at him again. Because being a shy pansy wasn't going to get anything done, I needed to be direct. "What I did with Brent yesterday has no bearing on what we're about to do," I said seriously.
But again, male egos run strong especially with alphas, and Jason wouldn't let it go.
"I have to know," he growled, shaking his head. "I have to know."
So instead, I detoured.
"Well," I murmured, "I shaved myself yesterday, you know … like down there," I said, demonstrating a little, parting my thighs and running an imaginary razor through my pink folds.
And that was enough. I didn't have to say anything about how Brent shaved me, how he pulled my labia back with big, gentle fingers, and traced the razor carefully over my sensitive skin before dropping a kiss on my clit, lapping lightly at his work.
Instead, Jason was fixated on my pink pussy, how it creamed wetly, how I opened it for him, letting him look inside, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god, I'd been able to lead away from that dangerous train of thought and we could get back to our love play.
And oh god, but it was amazing. He shaved my back pucker, running his finger around the tight pleats before penetrating me, making me shiver, scream, the feel of those blunt digits in my ass so dirty and delicious. And incredibly, I came from the ass play. I couldn't help it, I'd never done it before and the shock, the taboo aspect was so strong, so overwhelming, that I creamed hard, my butt and pussy spasming as electricity ran through my body, making me moan and cry out his name.
The big man was pleased, there was no doubt about that. He leaned forward to kiss my back, press his lips against the sinuous S of my waist.
"That, honey, was a damn good butt fuck," he growled.
And I turned to look at him over my shoulder. The dirty words should have made me angry, should have made my skin crawl with disgust but instead they just turned me on, made my temp begin to rise once again.
"But Jason," I murmured coyly, still panting. "What about you? You haven't put it in yet," I said, nodding towards his pole. His staff was so big, so aroused, that veins pulsed wetly along the top and bottom, the tip dripping like a leaky faucet, a steady stream of cum oozing off to form a pool on the floor.
And he grinned at me then.
"I know, baby girl," he said smoothly. "And here's where we're gonna use the reinforced bed."
My breath caught. Jason is good with his hands, he has a real talent for working with raw materials, and he built this bed himself. I remember when he hauled it into the trailer in parts, there'd been so much sturdy oak that I'd laughed, sure it wasn't going to fit. But once he set it up, I ate my words because it was marvelous. A giant California King, it was big enough to romp freely in, with a huge, ornate headboard he'd carved with a geometric design, hard-edged trapezoids and triangles.
I'd teased him about it.
"So what are you gonna do with this?" I asked. "You got a girl you want to bring home for some sassy play?"
Back then, there had been no indication that he was interested, so it was just friendly banter, although my heart twinged at the thought of Jason with another woman.
But his eyes clouded over, the blue suddenly mysterious and shuttered.
"Naw," he said, not looking at me. "Just wanted a bigger bed to sleep in."
And I looked over him appreciatively because yeah, my housemate had filled out a lot in the last year and was truly a man now, tall, huge, filling up all the space in the small trailer. My heart beat faster, body growing soft at the thought of Jason naked between the sheets, his muscled chest bare, long legs hidden only by thin cotton. But this was back then and my cheeks colored at the illicit daydreams.
"Oh okay," I murmured. "Yeah, bigger is better."
And now that refrain danced in my head as I looked at the alpha. Because oh god, his dick was huge. Ten inches at least, pulsing with power, and oh god, he was going to put it so hard in me that I'd be clenching my teeth, gripping the headboard in agony and ecstasy. Oh my god, oh my god … yes.
So I climbed up onto the soft mattress, wiggling my ass at him, throwing my curls over my back while looking coyly over my shoulder.
"Let's use the bed then," I purred. "Let's try this baby out."
And Jason growled low in his throat, on me in an instant, his big body covering mine from behind, like a blanket, my back pressed to his chest as he nibbled my neck.
"That's right, baby girl," he whispered against my skin. "I'll be making you scream and shout so loud, feel so good, that we're gonna break this fucking thing."
And I shivered deep then, my insides running wet once more, desperately delicious, wanting him, tilting my head back to savor his touch, his mouth locking with mine.
"Mmm," I murmured. "I can't wait, big boy," and with that it was on. I perched on my hands and knees as Jason ravished my body. He was all over me, stroking me everywhere, kissing me everywhere, loving me with every fiber of his being.
"Oh god," I cried out, panting breathily as the big man bit into my soft haunches, leaving a half-moon circle of teeth marks. "Oh god."
But that was only the beginning because Jason crouched behind me then and slipped his tongue against my snatch, running that wetness all the way from clit to asshole, dipping his tongue in at the top, savoring my rusty star once more.
"Oh god!" I screamed, eyes squeezed shut with ecstasy, throwing my head back, elbows locked to keep myself upright. "Oh god!"
And Jason chuckled low in his throat.
"Looks like my little girl likes her cunt play," he rasped throatily. "Good thing because I love sucking pussy. Part your legs more, baby girl," he commanded. "Give it to Daddy."
And I obeyed, head dropping to the coverlet, forehead pressed against the mattress as the most delicious sensations overcame me. Because Jason had flipped onto his back with his head between my legs and was holding my steamy folds open, running his fingers through the wetness, inspecting my swollen channel of pink.
"God you're beautiful," he muttered before lifting his head and placing an open-mouthed kiss against my twat. "And you taste good too."
And I lost it then, burrowing my face against the mattress as he licked and licked and licked, kissing my clit before tracing circles around it with his tongue, sampling my folds, sucking the cream out of my hole.
"Ohhh!" I moaned, desperate, body shaking, nips hard and achy, grinding my pussy into his face. "Oh fuck!"
The big man didn't let up at all, pressing his tongue up my passageway, burrowing into the pink, drinking the ambrosia that flowed from my insides, gulping it like he couldn't get enough.
And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt the faint brush of his finger against my asshole. My body clenched violently, I'd just been breached there. Was he going in again?
But Jason chuckled, his deep rumbles muffled by my cunt, he was so far inside.
"That's right, baby girl, I'm gonna push myself in here so I gotta keep you stretched out, who knows, maybe you've shrunk in the last five minutes," he growled, stuffing his finger in, feeling up my musty channel. "Fuck, you're so tight."