I was the first one out of bed, like always, fixing a big breakfast for our special day. I made Junior kiss me before he sat down, and then I yelled at him for not being dressed yet—at least he was wearing his boxers. He pointed out that I was still in my sleep shirt, then I pointed out that my first class wasn’t until nine, and that he couldn’t risk being late for work again.
“Get off my case, Sissy. You’re not my mom.”
I thanked God for that, poured his coffee, and then looked the other way when he stirred in all that sugar. I didn’t like that he called me “Sissy,” but he didn’t like that I called him “Junior,” so we were even. Besides, Danny, our boyfriend, had picked up those nicknames too, which meant we were both stuck with them. Sometimes Danny called me “Princess,” though, which I liked better.
Junior scrolled through his phone while he waited. Danny made us compromise that Junior could use devices at the table, but not when we were eating meals. At eighteen, he was the youngest in the household by a good four and a half years. He told me that I was foolish for wasting my money on a college education. “Danny didn’t need one and I’ll make out just fine, too.”
Junior was more intelligent than he let on, and I was sure that he was right, that he would make out just fine. I told him that he was stupid anyway. “I have three job offers pending my final exam scores, and you’re driving a fork truck at a home center. It’s a good thing you’re a good fuck, ‘cause otherwise Danny and I would kick you out in a heartbeat.”
Danny walked in and caught Junior whipping me the bird and me sticking my tongue out at Junior. “Good morning, kiddos,” he said and kissed Junior. He made me look him in the eye before I got my kiss. “It’s a good thing you’re both good fucks because I’ve about had enough of your bickering.”
“Breakfast is ready,” I said in lieu of an apology. “I hope you left some hot water for my shower.” That was a hollow gripe. Hot water was never an issue—Danny was the most in-demand plumber in town. Besides, I knew that he and Junior had showered together because Junior’s hair was still wet. I watched my men as they ate, thinking about how lucky I was to have them both.
~~~ ~~~
I was already living there when Danny moved in. It used to be student housing that I shared with three other girls. The landlord was planning to convert the house into separate apartments but died suddenly before he could. His heirs let me stay after the other girls left until they could decide what to do with the property.
Danny was in the middle of a divorce, I never asked why, and he needed a temporary place to live. Living with a man in his early forties was weird at first, and I think it was weird for him to be living with a young woman. Then one night I came home after my lab, and he had dinner ready for us, our first meal together.
Kitchening men are hot, and that was the first time I thought of him like that.
“It’s silly eating separately all the time, and it’s hard fixing a decent meal for one,” he said. I prepared our first joint breakfast a few days later, and after that, he kept our pantry stocked, which helped my poor college budget a lot.
We got used to each other pretty quickly, or, at least, I got used to him. He often asked how my classes were going and there was one time that he told me that he was proud of me after I aced a particularly grueling exam. That comment confused me because of how much it meant to me; I never needed anyone to be proud of me before. I almost hugged him. I didn’t, but I almost did.
He wasn’t shy about expressing his opinions about my dates, which annoyed me. Although, one night when I came home from a particularly bad date, he listened while I vented about how horrible men were. All men. Men were horrible. My tirade got louder the more wine I drank until he waved at me to come sit next to him on the couch. “You’re right,” he said. “It’s us, not you.”
“I didn’t mean you, personally,” I said, half-drunk and mortified. “I’m sorry.”
He put his arm around me and tipped my head onto his shoulder. “I know,” he said and flipped the TV to some old sitcom. My frustration and anger melted away and I contentedly dozed. I woke up a little when he carried me to my room. He kissed my forehead and whispered, “Good night, Princess,” and that was that.
I didn’t know how to think of him after that. Part of me wanted to climb into Danny’s bed to reward him for being one of the good ones. Part of me wanted to climb into his bed because he was so dashing, and he smelled good. The loudest part of me shouted that he was the same age as my mother.
Unable to bring myself to seduce him, despite knowing for certain that no man would or could ever turn down a woman half his age, I got even by spending much more time studying and much less time wearing a bra in the house. Getting even. Right. I was pathetic.
One Saturday after Danny washed up after a job, he asked if I wanted to go out for something to eat. I don’t know what kind of panic I had on my face, but he quickly added that it was his treat.
Yes-yes-yes! “I guess,” I answered. Pathetic. “What should I wear?”
“What you have on is fine. You always look good.”
Why do men say that? What I had on was not fine. What I had on was not good enough for a walk to the mailbox.
“Thank you.” Still pathetic. It took me a while to look casual, and if he became impatient, well, maybe that was why he was getting a divorce.
The place he chose was nice and wasn’t a chain restaurant. It had been a while since I ate out without a coupon. Then things got a little awkward and a little funny when we ordered a wine carafe.
“Does your daughter have her ID with her, sir?”
I hated to get proofed, which was bad enough, but I was no man’s daughter, and I was about to tell the waiter where he could go to look for my ID.
“Shh, baby girl.” Danny shushed me, brushing his thumb around my lips, sending shivers to my hips. “Let Daddy handle this.” He kissed me, deliberately and gently.
It was a long kiss, uncomfortably long for our waiter’s benefit. “Yessir,” he said, looking away. “Someone will bring your carafe presently.”
“Did you see him?” I squealed. “You broke him! This is the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”
We both pretended that I hadn’t said “date,” but I pretended it was one. I couldn’t understand my attraction to an older man, but I couldn’t deny it. I was determined then to be underneath him that night.
We laughed on the way home about the things we overheard. Most thought of Danny as a miscreant who was taking advantage of a too-young woman, while someone preposterously mentioned how much we looked like one another. The latter was nonsense, and yet it warmed me to think that I took after him.
We got back home too early for me to say, “I’m going to bed, wanna come with?” and I didn’t know how to kill time with a man twice my age. It turned out that I didn’t need to.
After I kicked my shoes off, he surprised me by clasping my hands and holding my arms down my sides. I looked up at his face and my heart raced. He kissed me and I kissed him back. Danny wouldn’t free my arms, so I embraced him with my eyes. I wondered how I looked to him as I looked up to him…at him…to him. Fuck prepositions.
The will or strength to keep my eyes open simmered off and I lifted myself to taste him with my lips and my tongue, and I inhaled his breath, sweet from the wine we had shared.
“Stop me if I go too far,” he said.
What kind of guy says that? My first thought was that he was about to give me a safe word. It would have figured, right? All I really knew about him was the fantasy I had pieced together in my head. He unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the little zipper down, and slipped his hand under my panties—unsexy bikinis with pastel stripes and a tiny bow. I should have trashed them long ago.
He hummed a little hmmm which made me think he liked what was there, or wasn’t there. I didn’t know, but I liked what he was doing there, and I hummed a little hmmm. Gentle and sure, he explored my pussy, and I felt safe in his hand.
“My place or yours?” he asked, and I giggled at his joke, the kind of joke that older guys make.
I was thinking right here and felt his cock pushing up under the belt that I was frantically unbuckling. He stopped me from dropping to my knees and said, “My bed. It’s bigger.”
I love being undressed while lying on a bed, I don’t know why. He kissed my belly before lifting my top over my head, then kissed my chest between my breasts. I waited patiently for him to remove his shirt, then wriggled to help him relieve me of my bra.
Danny sucked on my tit and fingered me, and I held him, his substantial muscles rolling beneath his flesh. He wasn’t fat, not at all, but there was more to him, more than the younger men I had had, and I was comforted by that. I was super aroused by that.
“I don’t want to go slow,” I told him. He climbed off me and his bed and took his pants down while I stripped out of mine. He pulled the bed sheets back for us and I lay in a way that there was no doubt where I wanted him to be. I had never spread my pussy open with my fingers for a man, not like that—not begging like that.
I said before that he wasn’t fat, and he wasn’t, but God, his cock was—fat and manly, meaty and steely. I said before I didn’t want to go slow, and he didn’t, and he didn’t need to, I was so ready for him. I gasped anyway. Fuck!
He kissed me while he fucked me, kissed my mouth and my face and my neck, and he might or might not have stopped kissing me. I was too lost getting fucked to tell. My first orgasm came fast and hard, which made him fuck me faster and harder. He lit my second fuse before the fireworks from the first one had faded.
I’m usually very cautious about saying “I love you” when I cum that hard—usually. I couldn’t hold back the words, but at least I was quiet when I said them.
His turn to cum was coming, and I wrapped my legs around him. I felt his spasms and spurts, so very happy that I had done that for him, and I made him stay inside me until his bone had dissolved into flesh.
I tried to resuscitate his slick, humbled cock until he told me to stop. “I’m not twenty anymore,” he said. I apologized and he told me to stop that, too. Then he stuck his fingers inside me, and I moaned. I thought he was going to finger me, and I was more than okay with the extra attention.
He withdrew the covers and kissed his way down my body. His fingers were still squishing in and out of my pussy until he kissed the inside of my thigh when, and I couldn’t believe it, he stuck his fingers in his mouth—his fingers, his cum, his mouth. Fuck. I laid my head back on the pillow, giddily wrapping my head around that, when he slipped his tongue up there and sucked.
I could fucking feel his jizz being vacuumed out of me. I didn’t know what to say, I felt like I had to say something, so I said “fuck” a lot. A lot. And then I came again. A lot. A lot. When I was done, he covered us back up again. We kissed, and he no longer tasted like wine.
Danny invited me to stay, and I was tempted, but it didn’t seem right. We screwed around often after that—I couldn’t not want him or want to make him happy. God knows he made me happy. In my fucked-up head, I didn’t belong in his bed and his being in mine was even more of a taboo. I honestly didn’t think it was our age difference, exactly. I never asked him what he thought.
~~~
When Junior moved in, I wanted to hide what Danny and I had. I punished myself over it by sequestering myself and wearing a bra. I had to sneak fully clothed into Danny’s room at night instead of jiggling to him naked and shouting, “Ready or not!” and jumping on his bed.
It wasn’t like we’d be rid of Junior any time soon. He was the dead landlord’s grandson and didn’t have to pay rent. He had a bad habit of walking around in his boxers. It’s not like he didn’t have a good body, if I was still his age I would have been interested, but at eighteen, he should have been mature enough to respect the other people in a co-ed house. Since Danny didn’t say anything, it fell to me to politely ask him to cover up.
“Get over it, Sissy,” is what he said.
“Fuck you, Junior,” is what I said back.
I tattled on him to Danny, who sympathized with me but agreed with Junior. “You’ve never lived in a house with boys,” he reminded me. “I’ll talk with him if he gets out of line, but that isn’t it.”
I saw Danny talking with Junior soon after that, but they didn’t see me, and Junior started wearing pants more often. That didn’t mean that Junior and I got along. He was a pig to me and a pig in the house. At least Danny backed me up on that and told him I wasn’t his maid.
“Told you, Junior,” is what I said.
“Fuck you, Sissy,” is what he said back.
Junior was ruining everything. I would have been hard-pressed then to admit that I was jealous of the time Danny spent with him, talking sports and hardware and things like that, but I was. Danny still looked after me and asked about my classes and stuff, but I didn’t like having to share my Danny with Junior.
Spending time at the library instead of home gave me some much-needed time away from the men in the house. One of my old roommates teased me about Junior, asking me if I ever got a close-up look at what was in his boxers. I’m glad nobody teased me about Danny or even suspected—I’m a poor liar.
“It’s only until graduation,” my friends told me. “Then you’ll never have to see either of them again.”
They were right. I had no future with Danny, and I felt silly about having that in the back of my head. And as for Junior—besides being a slob, he wasn’t all that bad. In fact, there was a time that he looked after me, too.
I was walking home one afternoon when these two catcallers were bothering me. I had told Danny and Junior about them before, about how much of a nuisance they were. Danny said they’d better not treat me like that when he was around. Junior just said, “What, they can’t find any pretty girls to harass?”
This time, the two jackasses didn’t stop with catcalling. They blocked the sidewalk and called me names. I’ve dealt with men like that before and knew that I could again, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t scared.
Then, out of the blue, I heard Junior shout, “Hey!” from his company van and parked it in the street. “Everything okay?” he asked as he got out.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.
“Yeah, she’s good. Run along, boy.”
“Leave her alone.”
“What if we don’t?”
I had never been in a physical fight before. I got ready, feeling better that the odds were better.
I wasn’t ready for what Junior did next. He pulled his company polo shirt over his head and handed it to me. “Hold this,” he said, never taking his eyes off them. “The boss will get pissed if I get blood on another shirt.”
Junior was a fit guy. He had more muscles than most, but I was surprised that he was ready to take on two other guys all by himself. I was doubly surprised that he’d do it for me. He was quiet after that, standing with his feet apart and his fists by his sides. He twisted his head and cracked his neck.
“C’mon,” one of them said to the other. “The skank ain’t worth the trouble.” One of them looked back over his shoulder and saw Junior still glaring at them.
“Junior, I…”
“God damn,” he said, shuddering. “Did I piss my pants? I damn near pissed myself.”
“W-w-what?”
He snatched the shirt from my hands and put it back on. “I must be stupid. Are you okay?”
I said that I was, and I laughed at his bluff. I had no idea that he was scared. “Are you? Why…”
He slammed his shoulder against me and almost knocked me on my ass. “Nobody picks on you but me,” he said. “Get in. I’ll take you home.”
~~~
After that, everything at home except my attitude was the same. I didn’t get on Junior’s case for wearing his boxers. I even bit my tongue the time I caught him and a girl watching TV while they were both wearing his boxers (which I recognized, unfortunately) and she was smoking a cigar.
I was a little envious that Junior was dating, but that wasn’t on him. It wasn’t like I wasn’t being asked out—I was just content with keeping my dating in-house. Danny didn’t have any girlfriends, at least any that he brought home, but I wasn’t about to sit him down and lecture him that a single stud like him should be out there fucking women his own age.
But that was before I knew the rest of the story.
I snuck to Danny’s room one night and quietly opened his door. Junior was in Danny’s bed, and they were kissing. I ducked aside, sure that I hadn’t seen what I thought I saw, and then looked again. Junior was on his back, and Danny was half on top of him. They were kissing almost aggressively and obviously masturbating each other under the sheets.
Danny groaned, and when he did, Junior cast the covers aside and took a good part of my Danny’s cock in his mouth. Danny grabbed Junior’s hair the same way he grabbed mine and said, “Take it all, boy,” the same way he would tell me.
Then they kissed again, sharing his cum the same way he would share it with me.
I left the door ajar and went back to bed. I didn’t sleep.
I was horrible to Junior after that. I kept fucking Danny because he was my Danny, and I wasn’t going to let Junior take him away from me any more than he already had. Sometimes I’d try to be more mature than that. Sometimes.
During one particularly good fight, Danny came home and shouted us down. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were fucking Junior?”
There it was, out in the open.
Then I said something irrelevant and stupid. “He’s only eighteen!”
“You’re only twenty-two.” Danny was calm and stern when he said that. “Your behaviors and every word made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship with me.”
I expected a snide comment from Junior, but he didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t want one,” I said and walked away.
I heard Junior ask, “You’re fucking Sissy?” right before I slammed my bedroom door.
~~~
I was cross with them for a day, then ignored them the day after that. Then I behaved like nothing had changed except I stopped sleeping with Danny. I still snuggled with him, because I liked to, especially when Junior was around because he was my Danny first. Fuck maturity.
On one innocent nineteen-fifties, black-and-white, sitting-in-the-sitting room evening, I cuddled with Danny while he and Junior were talking about baseball and other stuff that didn’t matter. Then I got snotty. “Gotten any lately, Junior? I haven’t seen Cigar Girl around.”
“Nope.”
He seemed uncomfortable, probably because I never cared to ask before. “Is there a Cigar Boy?”
“Where are you going with this?”
Danny got up and left us to ourselves, saying he had better things to do than to listen to our shit.
I scolded Junior. “See what you did?”
“Look, I didn’t know he was sleeping with you too.” He left me then, being pissy about it, and I pouted alone on the sofa. I was surprised when he came back with a beer for me. “Here,” he said and sat where Danny had been, next to me.
“You’re too young to drink.” I didn’t care, but I said it anyway.
“Fuck you.”
“These are Danny’s expensive beers.”
“Fuck him.” It hadn’t occurred to me that Junior might be mad at him too. We shared the beers and the moment staring at the muted TV. “Do you love him?” he asked.
I claimed that I didn’t, then admitted I did. “I shouldn’t. Do you?”
“I guess. I shouldn’t, either. Something’s wrong about it.”
“But something’s right, right?” I couldn’t believe we were bonding. I couldn’t believe we had the same feelings. I couldn’t believe that Junior had feelings. “Danny’s loving.”
“Supportive. Comfortable.”
“Comforting.” I got nosy and asked him about him being bi. “Do you like girls or guys more?”
“Girls, definitely girls.” Then he asked me about girls.
“No, never.”
“You should.”
“What kind of men do you like?” I was curious. “Like Danny?”
“No, never an old guy. I dunno. It’s not like I have a type. You? You like older dudes?”
Until Danny, I didn’t think I had dated a guy any more than a couple of years older than me. I described the kinds of guys I liked, trying unsuccessfully not to describe Junior. I hadn’t realized that I had a type or that he fit it, except that he was younger.
“I almost hit on you,” Junior said. “I used to think you were hot.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” I didn’t admit to him how attractive he was to me. “’Used to?’”
“Yeah, until I got to know you.”
That stung, but I deserved it. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it, though. “So, if we were to hook up, it’d be purely physical.” Yeah, that made him look.
“Really physical.”
We both knew that we were going to fuck right there on the sofa. Being the more mature one, I made the first move and pulled my jeans off. He pulled his down, and I pulled him on top of me before he could get them his past his ankles.
Then he pushed. Ready-not-ready. Ready. Sometimes the best foreplay is scant foreplay. Sometimes the best fucking is when we’re fucking for ourselves. I only opened my eyes long enough to see that his were closed, long enough to tell the only thing on his mind was my pussy.
That was okay because the only thing on my mind was his cock. What Junior lacked in technique he more than made up with a fast-moving solid dick. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed a good time with a boy my age, and Junior hammered—and hammered—that point home.
I tried to hold back. I didn’t want to give Junior the satisfaction that he made me cum first. At least I didn’t call out his name when I lost. As much as I loved the intimacy of being with Danny, I hadn’t had a toe-grabbing orgasm like that in a long time. Junior laughed at me when I did.
“Where do you want it?” he grunted.
For some reason, I trusted Junior to fuck me bareback. In for a penny… “Do it inside me.” God, I felt guilty about how good those hot jets felt in my pussy. I shouldn’t have fucked Junior any more than I should have been fucking Danny. I pushed Junior off me and onto the floor, and lay panting.
I wished that I had the guts to go fuck Danny right then with Junior’s cum still in my cunt. I felt guilty about that too, but excited by the thought.
Junior stood and his cum-wet cock bobbed by my face. He stepped out of his pants and stared into space. “That was good.” I couldn’t tell if he was saying that to me or himself. “See ya.” Then he strode toward Danny’s room and let himself in.
I missed the first part of their conversation, but got there in time to hear Junior say, “Yeah, I fucked your little girl.”
“Did you just tattle on me?” I cried at the door.
“Nah. I was bragging.”
Junior sounded sincere, and Danny nodded. “And, well, I fucked your little boy,” I stuttered. That didn’t sound right. “Little man,” I tried and that wasn’t right either. “Fuck you. Fuck both of you. Junior and I fucked and it’s all your fault.”
“That’s not how I expected the two of you to work things out, but, okay.”
“We’re not done working things out, are we, Sissy?”
“No, we are not!” I said defiantly—and clueless. I followed Junior’s lead, though, and we stripped Danny of his bedclothes. His face was cooly disinterested, but his swelling cock told the real story. Junior slurped it into his mouth, spit it out, then tilted his head to invite me to join him.
Danny’s mast raised as Junior and I locked our lips over Danny’s shaft and shared our mouths and tongues, drooling as much as his cock was. Oh, how we feuded down there, competing to see who could make Danny curse and moan the most.
He grabbed the hair on our heads and said, “Take it all, kids.”
“Let me finish him, Sissy,” Junior said and pushed my shoulder.
“Bite me, Junior,” I said and shoved him back.
He rolled his eyes at me. I’ll say that again: Junior rolled his eyes at me. “Sit. On. Danny’s. Face!”
Oh.
I scurried up and cunt-smothered him before he could see who was coming, or had cum. I heard a muffled “fuck” when his tongue found Junior’s creamy surprise in the bottom of my box. “Damn, Princess!” he cried after I let him take a breath.
Danny spread my pussy wide open with his thumbs and tongue-fucked me and finger-fucked me while I flicked my clit. I couldn’t tell where his mouth ended and my cunt began when I quivered and splashed the last of Junior’s seed out onto Danny’s face. He didn’t waste a drop.
I climbed off and kissed him only once before he groaned. I knew his O-face and had almost forgotten about Junior. I kicked the kid aside and straddled Danny to make sure I was the one that made him cum, and that he did it in my pussy.
Junior protested but it was too late. Danny flooded my cunt right away and I wouldn’t let Junior have him again until Danny was done. My plan was to have them take turns cleaning Danny’s mess, but plans change. Junior was hard again. I nestled on my back in my familiar spot in the middle of Danny’s big bed.
“Junior?”
He dropped on top of me, drove hard inside me, and drove me crazy with his powerful thrusts. I had another orgasm while Junior and I fucked and Danny sucked on my tits. I felt Danny kiss my belly, and forgot about him. Once I was aware that he was missing, I opened my eyes to Danny sitting beside me, kissing Junior.
I hadn’t been ready for that the last time, the first time, that I saw them kiss. My jealousy was still there, our rivalry always would be, but I was a part of that kiss, a kiss for the household. Two men kissing had become salacious and sensual, and their kisses were amorous and passionate. Another mattress-pounding orgasm ripped through my body when I saw myself in their faces.
Danny broke their kiss and laughed at me, which pissed me off, but I couldn’t care about that because Junior doubled his attention to my pussy. Danny embraced Junior from behind and told him how manly he was while nibbling his ears and neck, then said, “That’s my boy,” when Junior grunted and re-filled my cunt.
Danny took the first lick, from my ass to my clit, then cleaned Junior’s cock before giving him his turn at me. Like the gentlemen that Danny had been and taught Junior to be, they shared me. They nibbled my lips and clit and fingered and tongued me to my last climax of the night. It didn’t matter who got in the last lick.
I was exhausted and lay motionless under their faces until they accepted that they wouldn’t get another rise out of me. My thumping heart relaxed and my breaths slowed while they kissed some more with their heads resting on my thighs.
~~~ ~~~
I shooed Danny and Junior off to their jobs and told them I had plenty of time before my class to clean up after breakfast by myself. Besides, I needed Danny gone so I could hang the banners and balloons for our special day, and Junior would just get in the way anyway.
A month earlier, a couple of months after our first three-way, I got a formal letter stating that the house had been sold and that I’d have to vacate soon. I was more or less prepared since I’d be graduating anyway, but I was still sad about it. Danny read the letter and dismissed it. “Don’t worry about it,” he said and told me to concentrate on my upcoming exams.
Junior got a call from his parents telling him about the sale. I was a brat and took it out on Junior because it was his family kicking us out. “Don’t worry about it,” Danny said, and told Junior it sure as hell wasn’t on him.
Looking back, I should have guessed but instead, Junior and I pouted over pizza. When Danny decided that we had brooded enough, he handed us thick envelopes. They were lease agreements for our house. My rent was going to be one dollar a month.
“I bought our house,” Danny said with a smile and a shrug.
I squealed and hugged him and jumped up and down. “Do you know what this means, Junior?”
“Yeah. It means that I have to pay rent now.”
That explained the work that Danny had been putting into the house, including a shower that could accommodate three comfortably. Needless to say, much sex was had that night.
Danny had told us we didn’t need to be at the attorney’s office when he signed the papers that afternoon, but I don’t think he was surprised when we showed up anyway. “We’re not his kids,” Junior and I shouted when the receptionist told Danny that his son and daughter were here. Danny just laughed and told her to let us through.
It was Danny’s day, and we celebrated at home that night with Danny’s favorite goodies. He said he liked the tie, slippers, and robe (which was rarely closed) that we bought for him. We started off with a joint blowjob because we knew how much he enjoyed pulling our hair.
Personally, I liked the double titty-fuck best. Their two meaty cocks slid side-by-side between my boobs and erupted almost at the same time. They licked my chest clean together and we all kissed and shared the communal cum.
I knew that this wouldn’t last forever. Someday Junior and I would strike out to live our own lives and leave Danny with an empty nest. But at that moment, we were all tied together in one full household, and that was what mattered.
