Asso’s Story
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Taylor’s tongue was in my mouth. Yes! THAT Taylor!!! I had lusted after him since the second I first saw him, I was tongue tied around him then, but now, our tongues were tied… I like this so much more! Noah, his (sweet, cute as hell) boyfriend was kissing my neck, and they both had their hands down my pants. I was totally lost in the erotic fantasy of it all.
I got stuck in my own head for a little bit, I do that sometimes. I worried about what Ricky would think, I mean we weren’t exclusive by any means, we kind of had an arrangement… but I always talked to him about stuff before I did anything with anyone (even Trevor). I decided that if I was honest with him about it when I got home, he’d probably forgive me and be good with it. Then there’s Trevor, he’d be pissed at me, but not for cheating on him or anything like that. He’d be pissed for a whole different reason; he knows Taylor, and he’d be jealous as hell. If he knew sex with Taylor was on the table, I guarantee he would’ve found a way to be here in the middle of it all. My brain kitties were working overtime scratching to get out of my head as I thought through every reason I didn’t belong there on the couch between these two hot guys. Well… fuck my brain kitties. I was about to get fucked by Taylor. I shook all the crazy thoughts out of my head and focused on what was happening. Two sets of hot, soft lips, working overtime on my body!
Noah and Taylor worked like a team as they both rotated from my lips to my neck and back again in prefect synchronicity. A couple of times, they made out right in front of my lips, then brought me into a hot three way lip lock. Their lips were so soft, and their movements so sensual. I felt Noah tug on my shirt and pull it over my head, Taylor watched as he removed his own... dayum! His body was as perfect as I had imagined. His hair was down and he was in a spot where he was perfectly backlit. He looked angelic, almost aethereal, like a gift that the gods and goddesses set right onto my tiny lap. I was lost in his beauty when the shirtless Noah popped into my line of sight… holy shit! The fantasy of Taylor had taken over my brain and I almost over looked how amazing Noah was. His body was more subtle than his lover’s, but still toned, muscular, and amazing in its own right. Taylor pulled off my pants so I was sitting on the couch naked, then he stepped up on the couch and put a foot on either side of my tiny body. His incredible, amazing… um stupefying… um… there’s not perfect word to describe his perfect cock… but oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, it was right there! He wiped his sweet, salty, precum on my lips. Noah leaned in to kiss the man-elixir from my chops, the next thing I knew we were sharing Taylor’s perfect specimen.
We all switched positions so that Taylor was sitting down on the couch with me and Noah kneeling on either side of him. Our lips moved up and down the sides of his massive manhood stimulating every nerve and ridge. Taylor put a hand on the back of each of our heads and lovingly guided us as he let out this sexy, guttural moan that sent shivers through my body. I opened my eyes to see Noah staring at me, his eyes locked to mine as his smile formed around Taylors turgid tool, we made out with Taylor’s cock between our lips. I got lost in my head for just a second as I thought about how lucky I was that this didn’t happen when I first met Taylor. I was so intimidated by his ‘Taylorness’ that I would never would have been able to enjoy the moment. But now, here I was, over a year later, with more experience under my belt, and Noah there for support. That thought gave me the confidence to make my way up to his purple cockhead and take it into my mouth. Noah was in sync with my movement and moved down to work on the meaty balls that were comfortably resting underneath. I went down on Taylor, taking him as deep down my throat as possible. Well, I thought it was as deep as possible until Taylor pushed my head down and his hips up until my nose was nestled in his silky bush.
I heard Noah let out a breathy, “fuck yes, deepthroat his cock” then he whispered to his lover, “you like that pretty boy’s throat on your big cock, dontcha’ babe?”
“Hell yes” Taylor groaned back as his hand held my head steady, and his hips pushed his perfection down my throat. I choked and sputtered, then went back for more like a fat, gluttonous pig at an all you can eat buffet. Noah and I shifted again so that I was kneeling Between Taylor’s powerful thighs with Noah behind me. He parted my cheeks and started licking my hole. Taylor down my throat and Noah eating my ass, it was a Christmas miracle! For the first time in forever, my brain kitties were at rest and my body was absorbing the unbelievable pleasure of the moment. ‘It cannot get better than this’ I thought to myself just as Taylor commanded “stand up,” we both complied. “now bend over the couch,” again we complied. Taylor stood back admiring the two perfect butts at his disposal. He smacked each of our asses with one of his meaty mitts then knelt behind us. He started with Noah, eating his hole like a Christmas goose, then moved his attention to my hole and gave me the same treatment. He shifted between us, his tongue lashing out to give us both anal pleasure, his hand never leaving our cheeks. My head was resting on my cheek, on the couch cushion, and I found myself looking into Noah’s beautiful eyes. He kissed me, I kissed back, it evolved into a lust filled frenzy while Taylor continued feasting at the decadent ass-buffet before him. So many sensations, so much pleasure, so much lust!! It was amazing just being in the moment, savoring it, not over thinking things, not worried about Trevor, or Ricky, or Alejo, or that twat waffle Carla.
“Can I fuck him?” Taylor asked. His question was aimed at Noah.
Noah pulled away from our tongue and tonsil tango, his eyes still locked to mine, “would you like that?” he asked me. “Would you like Taylor’s big cock inside you?” Holy shit, quiet little Noah was an instigator. At first, I feared he would be upset about what was happening with me and Taylor, but I realized then that he was as much a part of it all as the two of us (for some reason, that didn’t click earlier, I thought maybe he didn’t like me with his man. My instincts were way off on that one… he was into it, making it happen).
“Yes, please” I said with a crackling voice that made both the guys snicker. Noah backed off the couch and onto his knees on the floor. My face was still in the cushion, but I could hear him slurping on Taylor’s cock, getting it ready for its journey. Then I felt a tongue in my hole again, this time it was Noah… he was prepping the two of us to fuck. His mouth moved between Taylor’s magnificent tool and my wet hole. When we were both ready, Noah guided the piece of grade A prime beef to my hole.
“Are you ready?” Taylor asked, I nodded. “Are you sure?” I nodded again.
“Say it out loud” Noah said.
“I’m ready” I choked out, then I almost screamed, “I am so fucking ready. Fuck me, Taylor!” The two guys busted out loud with laughter at my response, it made me laugh too… it wasn’t exactly a subtle response, I guess. When the laughter died down, his hard cock journeyed forward. My hole opened to welcome him as I winced, god he was big, and everything I had dreamed he would be. He kept pushing until I told him to stop… just kidding, I never told him to stop, he went balls deep, and I flipping loved it. Noah fondled both of our balls as Taylor slowly fucked my tight, tiny bubble butt.
“How does he feel?” Noah asked, I assumed he was talking to me, but he was talking to Taylor… he got a two for one answer.
“Tight” Taylor growled.
“Amazing, so big” I said at the exact same time. Noah snickered watching the two of us get lost in the sheer pleasure of it all.
Taylor picked up the pace and moved in and out faster and harder as my eyes disappeared into the back of my head and I purred in erotic satisfaction. “Bend over the couch next to Ash” Taylor commanded, Noah complied and we instantly started kissing again. Taylor pulled out of me, leaving my gaping hole empty and yearning for more of my dream hunk as Noah moaned into our kiss. Taylor had moved from my ass to Noah’s. I was a little jealous of Noah for a second, his ass was full and he was moaning in satisfaction while I just waited, ass up, hole gaping, brain kitties getting ready to stir again. Just as I was about to leave our moment of lustful bliss and enter my own head of doubt and worry… Taylor’s engorged manhood reentered me. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I was back in the moment and so full of… of… Taylor! Alejo, Ricky, Trevor… all great fucks, all great experiences, but Taylor was otherworldly, transforming, my fantasy come true. He pounded me for a few minutes, then moved back to Noah, then pounded me for a few minutes, then moved back to Noah. He went back and forth. Whenever he pulled out, my hole ached for him, then when he came back, it was pure satisfaction… the anticipation intensified the experience.
As Taylor fucked us, Noah and I made out and stroked our own cocks. Noah was the first to announce he was cumming. So, with all this going on, can you believe my reaction was “Don’t shoot on the couch?” Ha-ha, I didn’t want to be a bad guest and leave stains on Max and Brody’s couch. Noah pulled out of our kiss, jumped up, and shot his load on my back.
“Fuck that’s hot” Taylor growled (god his voice was so deep and sultry), then he pumped even harder and shot his load in me. Taylor’s DNA was in me! That put me over the edge.
“I’m so close” I announced. Taylor lifted me off the couch and turned me to face him, then he and Noah dropped to their knees and finished me off. My tiny cock spurted all over their faces… it was the most cum I ever shot. We ended our session with a three way kiss, then a quick shower to rinse the amazing sex off us (I thought about leaving it there as a souvenir, I wanted anything to remember the moment). When we dried off, I asked the guys if we could take a selfie of the three of us. I focused on our faces, but our bare chests made it into the pic. The guys had another beer, we talked like old friends, exchanged phone numbers, then I walked them to the door. I leaned against the door after I shut it behind them and listened to Sally the Mustang rumble down the drive as my fantasy came to an end.
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I was still thinking ‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I just had incredible sex with Taylor and Noah,’ when my phone dinged with a text from Trevor. It was still early in Arizona.
“How was the Party?” Trev texted.
“It was lots of fun, I saw Taylor” I texted back. It might have been weird for me to single out Taylor considering how many people I had seen, but he was on my mind. Go figure.
“Is he still hot?” Trev texted back with a laugh emoji.
“Hotter! You should see him naked” I texted back with a devil emoji. That got his attention.
“WHAT??!!!” he texted back, my phone rang almost simultaneously, and I picked up.
“You’re kidding, right?” Trevor asked before I could speak.
I hesitated for just a second, “no. I just had sex with Taylor and his boyfriend, Noah.”
“WHAT??!!!” He yelled. It wasn’t an angry yell, it was a yell of disbelief, there was even a giggle in it, then he added, “If there aint pics it didn’t happen.” I responded by sending him the after shower selfie. “holy fuck, Ash!” he yelled again with another giggle. “That is so fucking hot, tell me everything!” So, I motormouthed the whole story. I was right, the only thing he was upset about was that he missed out.
“Please don’t say anything to anyone, especially Ricky. I need to tell him myself when I get home” I begged. Trevor agreed, of course he did. He was always on my side even though it didn’t always seem that way. So, after spilling my guts, I hung up with Trev and went to bed.
The next morning, I got up, got dressed and went upstairs to Brody’s office in the loft. I beat Brody there and went right to work. He came in about a half hour later with Zoey following behind him. With a mug of coffee in his hand he said, “Good mornin’, y’all” I said it back, then he asked, “Didja’ have fun with Taylor and Noah?”
My blood ran cold, I bet I turned pale on the outside. How did he know? “Um, um, I had fun with all the guys.” I had to know, so I asked, “Why did you ask about Taylor and Noah?”
“I heard that gotdamn, loud ass, redneck Mustang grumbled up the driveway to drop y’all off. Then I fell asleep, and the damn thing woke me up like an hour later” he answered. “Those two are awesome, did Taylor talk yer ears off about Sally? He loves that damn car.”
He had no clue! He just thought I had some friends over to talk. I was in the clear. I chuckled, “yeah, he told me all about her. Noah is really nice too.” After that we talked casually about the party, I thanked him a gazillion times for bringing me home; I never would’ve come on my own. Damn, I would’ve missed out… I thought about how taking a risk turned into an amazing night. Maybe I needed to take more risks.
Brody and I got a lot done over the next couple of days before I went back to Phoenix. I had dinner with the Westin-Hall’s one night, so I got to say goodbye to Izzy and the other kids. When I got on the plane, my heart was full and empty at the same time.
Oh, and my ass was still sore.
River’s Story
“I don’t understand half of what this says. And why did we need it again?” I asked Che and Zach as we sat in the conference room.
“It’s a perc test” Zach said as if that meant something. “It tells you that you can install a septic tank, which means you guys can build on the property.”
“So, dat’s the last thing we needed, right?” Che asked.
“Yup. That was the last contingency in your offer. So, this is your last out guys. You either back out now, or buy the land.” Thank god for Zach explaining all this to us. We had no clue. I looked at Che, he looked at me, then we signed the counteroffer. “We close right after the first of the year” Zach confirmed as he sent the accepted counteroffer over to the listing agent. “You’ll need to come to closing ready to wire the funds. Then, like we discussed, you’ll own the land outright and can start with improvement and building. The county confirmed that your plans meet the zoning codes and restrictions.”
“Shit, dis is happenin’” Che said looking at me with a nervous smile. I just nodded. Between the purchase of the land, putting in the septic system, driveway, etc., the year-end taxes on our property in Iowa, and having to get a second car (more on that later), our savings would be looking grim. But we had steady income from our jobs coming in, and could put the rental income from Shadow Wolf in our savings (unless he pulled more shit again).
We finished our meeting with Zach with a handshake, then headed over to the prefab home sales showroom to finalize our order, it would take anywhere from 8-12 weeks for them to build and deliver, We had been dealing with the guy for a few weeks, he even came out to the lot to help us plan things out. We had decided on a log cabin for the main house, it was about a thousand square feet, give or take, plenty of room for the two of us. We’d also picked out a few tiny homes to put on the other side of the pond as rentals… each one slightly different. We were going for kind of a lake cottage feel. Brody had picked out some cool color schemes for us, there’s no doubt that our little Airbnb village would stand out and get attention online. We were going to buy the main house now, then buy the tiny homes one by one as we had the money.
We’d have to take out a small loan until we replenished our savings, but if we stuck to Che’s budget, we’d own it all in five years, then we’d have a steady income from the rental houses, AND the property in Iowa. Che had it all figured out so that in five years, we’d have the land, our home, and six rentals all up, running, and paid for! We had plans to build a gravel drive that led to the main house and then to each cottage. We wanted a private pier by our house, then another over by the cottages. We had picked out kayaks and even a paddleboat. It would take time to do all we wanted to, but we had a vision. A great vision for our future.
We had come so far. A couple years ago we were squatting in a storage unit… The Village saved us, and now we were independent, and to a place where we could pay it forward. Che had already brought a couple of guys off the street and into The Village, and we decided that once we had at least two tiny homes built, we’d always keep one open for a villager in need.
So, we were taking on a lot of stress and financial responsibility. On top of all that, we needed a second vehicle. Che had his Camry, but I’d need a car too. Living out in the country meant I couldn’t just walk across the street to work anymore. After the prefab showroom we headed over to the dealership to see Taylor. We had our hearts set on a pickup truck, he had just taken one in on trade and could get us a decent deal. When we got there, he had the truck shined up and sitting in front of the showroom door waiting for us.
He greeted us with hugs and then got right down to business. “I pulled the CARFAX report for you guys, and had the mechanics here look it over, feel free to take it to Daddy for a second opinion” He said holding up the key FOB. “It’s three years old with less than 10,000 miles on it” he said as we walked up to the little “area 51” blue Maverick truck. I loved it. Che was walking around it, checking things out with a smile on his face, but then something else caught his eye.
“Damn, that bitch is sa-weet!” Che said as he walked towards a soft top Bronco, the same year and color as the Maverick. It was extremely cool, but…
“Che, we need a pickup” I said.
Taylor saw an opportunity, “but you don’t need a Camry” he said with the sly tone and smile of a finely-tuned salesman smelling a second sale. “The deal on this baby just fell through because of the guys financing, I could get you a great deal on both and probably get you a lot for your trade-in.” Was he helping or selling? I wasn’t quite sure, but the look on Che’s face told me he was sold. He was usually the voice of reason when it came to money, He never wasted money on himself or frivolous stuff, but he had the car bug, and I had to speak up.
“We can’t do two car payments, Che” I said.
“You probably won’t have to. We can apply your trade in and down to one of the vehicles and put the balance on the other…” Taylor said going on and on about creative financing.
“Can I at least drive it?” Che asked me with this pathetic, lovesick look on his beautiful face.
“NO! Because then you’ll want it and I’ll have to be the bad guy” I yelled. Che begged; Taylor just smiled; he knew he had Che, now he had to close me.
“Drive them both, take them over to Daddy, then let’s sit down and figure it all out” Taylor said. “You guys got money now.”
“Yeah, a little bit, and I wanna keep it” I said knowing I was fighting a losing battle.
“These are perfect for you.” Taylor said, I knew he wouldn’t screw us, but there was no doubt he was selling us. Well, I gave in. We drove both cars over to Daddy who gave them both the thumbs up (I drove the Maverick there and the Bronco back… loved them both!). When we got back to the dealership… well, Taylor crunched numbers, and we signed on the bottom line. The next thing I knew, we were driving back to Harrington House in His and His vehicles. It was impulsive, but we deserved a little impulse after all the shit we’d been through, plus we needed two reliable vehicles (I was doing my best to justify it all in my head).
We were on an amazing path, but it felt so surreal. It wasn’t all that long ago that we were sleeping in a storage unit and couldn’t even afford to put gas in the car. Now we were buying houses (plural), and new cars (plural again). Yup, we had come a long way… I liked this life a hell of a lot better.
To be continued…
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