They’re leaving anyway. Daphne tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, her gaze tracing Josh’s young, innocent face. The faintest shadow of stubble scrubbed his chin. Cute. Innocent.
“Hey, uh…” Josh leaned forward, elbows on his thighs and fingers holding his beer between them. He glanced down, shuffled his cowboy boots. Arched a shoulder and looked up at her again. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Steve let go of her hand, his fingers molding to the inside of her bare leg. He followed the line of her inner thigh, creeping closer to the heat of her damp pussy.
She spread her palms behind her on the pebbled cooler and leaned back, her relaxed legs spreading as she watched Josh’s gaze move south. “What if I offered to help you?”
“Help me?” His dark eyes shot back to hers.
Daphne felt Steve’s hand creep under the drape of her skirt and slide his fingers along her slit over her underwear like a question. She nodded at Josh and covered Steve’s hand with her own, pressing his finger onto her clit. Gasping, she struggled to hold the gaze of the wide eyed, innocent boy in the white plastic chair next to her as she bucked against Steve’s hand.
“You’ll never get this chance again, man,” Steve said over her shoulder, his confident finger swiping between her clit and sweltering pussy. “Don’t say no.”
Whimpering, Daphne looked back at Steve. He met her eyes as she ground her clit into the pads of his fingers.
“That’s right, beautiful. Feels good, doesn’t it?” With his free hand, Steve lifted off his sombrero and tossed it, letting it fall to the pavement. He smiled, his straight teeth reflecting the cantaloupe color of the parking lot light above. “You’re a sweet, sweet woman, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
It was an admission that had always seemed to make people vulnerable, but in this moment she realized the truth. In the world’s harsh face, to be kind, vulnerable, and different was a measure of personal strength.
“You are so beautiful,” Steve murmured in her ear. His fingers left her thighs as he hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her the last few inches toward him.
“She… she’s more into you than me.” Josh’s quiet, nervous voice held the promise of innocence, exploration, and a whole new world, entered from a door of tenuous trust and the hope of something far outside their understanding.
Every molecule in her body screamed for it.
Daphne’s hip hit the flimsy plastic arm of Steve’s chair when his other hand clutched her, lifting up.
“No!” Giggling, she curled her fingers around his hands and extricated his grip, letting his fingers fall to her thigh again as she eased back down on the lid of the cooler. She raised her eyebrows. “That’s not very nice, Steven. Don’t you think Josh should have me first? For a list of firsts.”
His smiling mouth dropped open and he sighed with a chuckle. Looking past her at his co-worker, he shoved the middle panel of her panties aside and penetrated her aching pussy.
She gasped, her hand clasped around his wrist.
“What do you think, bro? She wants you first. Really wants you.” He leaned down to kiss the slope of her neck, his breath a rush of wind in her ear. “Sweet girl. So, so wet. Soft. She feels so good.”
Goosebumps flamed over her skin and Daphne licked her open lips, suddenly dry mouthed as she followed his gaze back to Josh.
The inexperienced boy lifted his beer to his lips with a shaking hand. Opened his mouth and tipped it back, but his eyes never left her.
Slowly closing her legs, she tugged Steve’s hand from her pussy. Trailed his wet fingers over her bare thigh. She planted her combat boots flat on the ground and pushed up, walking over to Josh. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”
“No.” But his voice was a little off.
She smiled.
He took another sip of beer, eying her. A little over an inch of liquid remained in the bottle, sloshing and foaming as he pulled it back from his lips.
Daphne reached toward him and captured the bottle from his hand. Condensation dripped over her fingers as she lifted the lip to her mouth and drained the remainder down her throat. Swallowing, she turned and clunked the empty bottle on top of the cooler.
She smiled at Steve as he caught her eye. He grinned back, stroking his lap.
Turning, Daphne looked down at Josh. His bowed upper lip. “Have you ever had a kiss?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you know about kissing?” She hiked her chin, meeting his eyes.
He swallowed, his gaze flickering to her mouth. “It’s nice. Using tongue.”
“That’s right.” Leaning down, she caressed the side of his smooth face. “And you can’t properly love someone without kissing them first.”
His lips parted, his breath shallow.
She exhaled, knowing he felt it over his lips. “Do you want me to kiss you, Josh?”
“Yes.”
The whisper was hardly audible, but the sound of every letter hit each part of her mind with a clarity she’d never experienced.
She brushed her mouth over his, dragging her lower lip before pulling back. Daphne sighed, closing her eyes. He’s perfect.
With all his innocence and trust in her, she wouldn’t fail him.
Slipping her other palm over his cheek, she pressed her mouth to his. A closed kiss, before she opened his uncertain lips with her own. She pushed her tongue inside, finding his raised and hesitant, then stroked it with the gentleness she knew he’d need. Felt his wet muscle plunge forward in reciprocation.
Heat ravaged her empty pussy, leaving her body limp and begging when he wound his arms around her hips and pulled her toward him. Palms on his shoulders, she steadied herself and straddled his hips. He stationed her on his lap, his thick erection insistent against her sodden panties. Lust barreled through her, seizing her spine and forcing her to break their kiss and gasp for air.
A rough groan from behind them penetrated the humid air. Steve. “That’s it, man. You got this.”
Josh’s lips met her neck, kissing her throat as she rode his covered, virgin cock. He licked down the side of her throat to her collarbone. One forearm hooked around the small of her back, his free hand drifted up her flat abs and over her breast. Squeezed.
Please. A whimper escaped her throat and she looked down at him, every inch of her body on edge as if awaiting his touch to thrive.
His fingers curled over the edge of her top, scratching her sensitive skin as he pulled both her tank and her bra down, exposing her. Gathering the fabric together, he squeezed her bare breast then leaned forward. Licked the tip of her nipple and sucked it between his teeth.
She wanted to rip his clothes off. Ride him like she owned him in front of his friend. Take all of him inside her, and show him the wild fuck his first time deserved. Her muscles tensed, struggling to hold back.
“You don’t seem too inexperienced to me.” Her words came in a hitching breath.
Brown eyes peering up at her, Josh’s suction broke. His warm exhalation splashed over her wet nipple, fueling the fire between her legs. The teenager licked his lips, his palm closing over her abandoned breast.
Daphne felt her eyes roll back as his lips closed over her areola. Leaned back in his grasp as he lapped at her tightened nipple.
The explosive sound of a flurry of fireworks brought her back from the brink of bliss. Pushing his shoulders to the back of his chair, she exhaled in a huff. Extricated herself from his lap and gathered her knees on the parking lot asphalt between his legs. She looked up at him, fingered his big belt buckle and yanked it loose, then started on the zipper.
“You’ve done that before, haven’t you, Josh?” she asked.
“Once.” His breath was shaky as he watched her.
“Well.” Catching her breath, she slid the zipper down and ran her thumb along the waistband of his boxers. “You did it well. Do you mind if I reciprocate?”
He said nothing, drawing shallow breaths as he lifted his hips and allowed her to pull his clothes off. His thick cock bobbed from the release. He glanced to his side.
Daphne followed his gaze. Steve had his jeans open, his hard cock standing in his stroking left hand.
“Don’t stop now, sweet girl,” he said, giving her a nod. “Give him what he needs.”
She smiled, feeling as if they were co-conspirators in making this night memorable. For all of them. She looked up at Josh and wrapped her hand around his dick. “Ever had a girl give you a hand job?”
“Once.”
“Oh. Bet it felt good.” He was already rock hard in her fingers as she spoke over his dick. “Did she lick your cock?”
He let out a shaky breath. “No.”
Daphne ran her hand up and down his length. “No? Did she put her mouth on you at all? Suck your cock? Your balls?”
“N-no.”
“That’s a shame.”
Her mouth watered as she pumped his big rod, his warmth making every inch of her body sizzle. She was going to be the first girl to ever taste him, to drain his swollen balls. While his friend watched and masturbated beside him.
He’d remember this night forever.
Never had she felt this in control. Even though she was acting like some kind of slut, she’d never felt more respected. Appreciated and beloved.
“Do you think I’m a nice girl, Josh?” She stuck out her tongue, tickling the smooth head of his dick with the very tip of it. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
“Y-yes.”
Planting her hands on his thighs, she bent down and dragged her tongue over the niche between his balls, feeling them separate in her movement. Flattening her tongue, she met the root of his cock, following the strong muscled shaft to the crested head yet again.
His pelvis rose under the ministrations of her mouth. He looked down at her at the same time she looked up at him, his eyes heavy.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Yes.”
The word was annunciated perfectly, his mouth parted just a millimeter as he watched her.
“Grab her head. Show her what you want. Fuck her mouth. She wants you to.” Steve’s voice penetrated their sexual bubble.
She teased the underside of Josh’s head, watching for a response.
“No,” the boy answered, eyes on Daphne.
Buoyed by the respect in his gaze, she grasped his thickness, aimed his cock straight up, and opened her mouth. Tongue first, she engulfed his cock. Past the ridged head and further, inch by inch. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back. Closed her lips around him, met his eyes again, and lapped at the bottom of his cock.
“Fuck.”
The whispered word, combined with the twitch of his cock and the heaviness of his eyelids, set her off. She pushed down on him as far as she could, gagging as she pulled back. Her saliva sliming his cock, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other caressing his testicles. Swallowing, she licked the underside of his head, collecting the dollop of pre-cum she’d worked so hard for.
“You like that?” She barely recognized her breathy voice.
“Yeah. Thank you.”
Steve laughed beside them. “Thank you?”
A flush rose in Josh’s cheeks and Daphne tried not to giggle. Poor guy.
“You’re welcome. Now come for me.” Plunging her head down on his cock, she gripped his shaft with her lips. Pulled back, moving her fist up and down his spit greased dick.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Suck that cock.” Steve’s voice was strained beside them. “Show him what a man he is.”
Her lips tingling, she moved faster, bobbing on Josh’s dick like it would give her her last breath. As if making him orgasm was the pinnacle of her life. Of his. The reason they existed.
“I’m gonna come,” Josh whispered.
His fingers combed through her messy hair, his expression of love, lust, and adoration making her work even harder. Josh groaned. Head tilted back, his hips raised, pushing his cock deeper as warm streams of thick, salty come erupted in her mouth.
Daphne pulled back, giving herself more room to collect his sperm as she continued to pump his thumping cock. She swallowed each spray until he stopped shooting. Pulling off of him, she gave his slit one last lick before lapping at that glistening shaft, making sure she didn’t miss any.
She swallowed, leaning back to look him up and down. His tang ruled her taste buds. “How was that?”
“Amazing.”
“Beautiful,” Steve added beside them.
Daphne turned, happiness bubbling in her heart as she met the dark eyes of her accomplice in deflowering Josh. “How rude of me. My other hand should have been around your cock. You must be aching.”
“I must be.” A grin spread over his face as his fingers followed the line of his hard dick in a gentle caress. “Though that was very sweet of you, to swallow his spunk for his first time. To see nothing but him. That’s the way first times should be.”
“You know,” she said as she crawled over to him, “I was proposed to tonight.”
Eyebrows rising, he glanced at her fingers as she placed her hands on his thighs and raised herself between his legs. “You said no?”
“Not yet.”
Daphne reached for his beer. He handed it to her without question, and she tipped the bottle back, letting the cold liquid wash the remainder of Josh’s sperm down her throat.
She gave it back to him. “I was going to think about it.”
“I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend.”
“I don’t.” Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she took a quick lick of his pre-cum. It didn’t taste any differently than Josh’s. “Mmm. That tastes good. Does it feel good, Steven?”
He chuckled and threaded his fingers through her hair. “I think you know it does. Did you use this mouth on the guy that wants to marry you tonight?”
“No.” Daphne licked his bulging scrotum, then sucked a testicle into her mouth.
His fingers tightened at her scalp, pulling her hair. “Oh fuck. That’s nice, sweetheart. No one’s ever sucked my balls before.”
Another first. The admission spurred her on.
“You ever suck on the other guy’s balls?” Steve murmured.
Her nose dragged against the underside of his cock as she moved on to the other nut. Sucking, licking, she looked into his eyes and shook her head, tugging his scrotum with the movement.
“Why tonight?” Steve pulled her hair, urging her off his testicles.
She broke loose with a pop and followed his lead, licking her way up his throbbing organ, over the head and off its slope. “Because I’m not who I used to be. And after tonight, none of us will be.”
As she pulled his cock from his stomach and skated her mouth down his shaft, she knew it was true. Pierce and all his friends reminded her of everything she wasn’t. Not anymore, and not ever. Being here with Josh and Steve, basking in their adoration and their orgasm, was a celebration of that fact.
Daphne wasn’t dark. Wasn’t worthless or sad. She was exactly as Steve said earlier. Sweet, and maybe even beautiful. And that was nothing to be ashamed of.
“Sweetheart, do you want me to do the work for you?” Steve’s dick seemed to get even harder with the question. “You must be tired.”
She felt her mouth ripple over the muscled panels of his rigid shaft as she dragged off him. Licking her lips, she cocked her head to the side and swallowed. Raised an eyebrow. “You talk like you’re more experienced than you let on.”
“Two girls before now. That’s not a lie.” He reached under her arms and lifted her as he stood. When she found her balance, he smoothed back her hair. Gently kissed her lips. “They were sweet too. Beautiful. They taught me everything I know.”
Steve’s fingers entwined with hers. He grinned and tugged her arm, leading her over to the little folding table behind their chairs.
“Should I be worried?”
They stopped, the table brushing just below her ass. She felt exposed, but in the same way that a piece of art was exposed. With tenderness and adoration.
His fingers skimmed her hard nipples, over the dance of her top in the fan, and curled under the hem. He pulled it up, the summer air washing over her flat stomach, her chest. The thin fabric blinded her for a moment as he pulled it over her head. It unleashed her face, snapped over her head, then tangled in her hair.
“Josh, get that fan, would you?” Steve’s gaze raked over her face, her breasts, as he pulled her top free from her long hair. “So fucking beautiful, sweet girl. Are you sure you want to do what you said earlier?”
Daphne swallowed, her fingers drifting to the bottom of his shirt. She edged under the cotton fabric, feeling his taut abs. The nudge of his cock on her pinky as her hand dipped lower, through the line of short hair trailing down from his navel.
The image in her head of the two men touching her made her wetter than she’d ever been.
“I’m positive,” she whispered, curling her hand around his shaft.
The wind slowed to a stop, the hum from the fan silenced.
“Trust me?” Steve’s hands dug at the button on her skirt, unlatching it and opening the plaid fabric before tugging it from her body. His hands cupped her breasts, teased her piqued nipple.
“Yes.”
“Bad girls would never say that.” His lips brushed hers, his hands drifting to her hips and gripping. Pulled her off her feet, propped her ass on the table, and nudged his body between her legs. “Bad girls want to act bad. But good girls, sweet girls, they put their heart into kink, don’t they, Daphne?”
Her heart raced, breath shallow. Every cell in her aching body felt focused on him.
Steve crouched. His hands slid over her bare back as his lips grazed her nipple, slipping the tip of his tongue over it before closing his mouth around it.
She moaned, running her hand over his short hair. His smooth neck. When she reached the cloth hanging over his shoulders, she balled the fabric in her fists and yanked, then walked her hands down to grab more until the hem fell into her palms.
He ducked, pulling his head through the T-shirt. When freed, he chuckled. Extracted himself from the sleeves and tossed it to the side. Looking over her, he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her again. His hard body pressed against her breasts, urging her to lean back onto the hard table. He followed her down, his cock bobbing between her legs, tickling her swollen labia as his tongue pushed in her mouth and caressed her own.
Then he pulled away. Stood and looked her over. Clutching her hips, he pushed her up the table until her shoulders hit the side, her head dangling as she felt the weight of her long hair dancing mid-air below her. She looked out the tent’s open door to see fireworks explode in golden streams in the night sky.
“Beautiful.” Steve’s fingers lingered at the inside of her knee. “Josh, when a sweet girl like this makes you come, you’re expected to return the favor. Come here.”
Daphne craned her neck to see Steve directing the other guy between her legs.
“She’s still got underwear on, though.”
“Yeah. That’s a problem easily fixed, man. Pull them off.”
The other boy shifted position.
“Look between her legs. See how wet she is?”
Whimpering, she met Josh’s eyes. “Please.”
He took a shallow breath, looking over her body before reaching forward. Hooking his fingers under the flimsy elastic, he slid the fabric down her hips. Pushed her legs together and up so he could pull the little panties off her combat boots.
“Smell them.”
Did Steve really just say that? But Josh held the panties to his nose. Breathed in as he looked between her thighs.
“Part her legs and kneel.” Steve walked around the table, blocking the doorway and meeting her eyes as the other boy did as he said. He leaned forward to trail his fingers over her stomach and breasts as his cock brushed the side of her face. “Touch her. Lick her. Don’t think. Just make her come.”
The air hit her moist pussy as the other boy draped her legs over his shoulders. His finger parted her pussy lips, slipping down her little slit as Steve’s dick traced over the side of her cheek and bumped against her mouth.
She opened her mouth to catch his cockhead but he wrested back his hips, holding the rest of his dick from her. His fingers circled her nipple.
“Daphne, you sweet, beautiful girl, did you mean what you said? That you want us to be together? Do you want to take his virginity?”
Tilting her head, she looked around his bulging scrotum to see his face. Lunged forward to take his cock in her mouth even as his friend’s finger penetrated her sopping pussy.
Steve trailed his fingers up her throat, resting them behind her ears, twining in her hair. “Lick me if you want him to fuck you.”
Sucking hard on his shaft, she let her tongue lap at the underside of his dick.
He looked up, focusing on his friend between her legs. “Get her off. When I tell you, you can fuck her. Only then.”
There was something about the way he wanted to take care of her that made her not question his direction. Instead, she reached back, slipping her hands around his hips, and pulled him closer.
Steve’s hips flexed, shoving his cock halfway into her mouth. “Curl your finger a little and roll your tongue over the little nub at the top of her pussy.”
Josh’s tongue traced around her labia, light wet licks until he pressed against her clit.
“Mfph!” Her hips jumped back and she reflexively tightened her grip on Steve, pulling his cock deeper.
“Oh fuck, sweet girl. That’s it, isn’t it?” Grinning, he looked back at his friend and leaned forward, grabbing her trembling breasts.
The virgin’s tongue flicked her faster. Hooking another finger inside her, he slid the duo against her G-spot like he knew exactly what he was doing. Thick wetness drooled from her pussy, sliding over her asshole and splashing against her inner thighs with every rap of his knuckles.
He trapped her dancing hips against the table, her ass cheeks spreading against the cheap surface.
Steve’s dick drove further into her throat, humping her dangling face as his mouth closed around her hard nipple.
Hot. So hot, soft, wet…
The experienced guy retracted from her throat, sliming his cock over her gasping face.
“Faster,” he told the virgin.
Josh complied, shoving his fingers harder and harder inside her sopping pussy. Her back arched, heat exploding from her cunt, shooting through her nerves in every direction until her body felt like it was on fire. She could hardly breathe, holding fast to Steve’s hips, his cock jammed against the skin of her cheek as a moan ripped through her core.
“That’s it, man. Now slow down a little,” Steve said.
Her body was weak, her hands hardly holding on to his narrow hips. His thick, wet cock brushed her cheek, his balls caressing her jaw. Turning her head, she licked his fat organ then slid a hand around his hip to grasp it. Stroking up and down, she tongued his heavy ball sack.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You love cock, don’t you?”
The comment made her hornier than she could ever remember being. His lips turned up as she caught his eye.
“Dude, get over there on the bed.”
Josh’s finger left her pussy. She whimpered in protest, then Steve pulled his cock away. He sat her up, turned her around to face him, then eased her back against the table.
“Shhh.” His hand went to his cock, aiming low.
She felt his warm domed head slip up and down her pussy and whimpered again, stretching her hands behind his neck. “Please.”
His brown eyes flicked wide open to look into hers. His cock strayed from her clit, dragging across her swollen lips until it met her hungry, sopping hole.
“I want you to know I’m not coming here.” His finger slid her cum down the crack of her ass as he flexed, slamming his cock inside her and narrowing everything world down to pure sensation. “Josh is. He’s going to push his big virgin cock deep inside this sopping wet cunt and wreck your little pussy. That still sound good to you?”
“Yes.” Her hands slid down the slope of his back, catching into his skin as he delivered another thrust.
His finger tricked further south, penetrating her asshole.
She gasped.
He gave her another long thrust as he fingered her ass. “I’m cumming here, and you’re going to love it, sweetheart. This is just a warm up, soaking my cock and balls in your juice. Opening up your pretty little asshole. You ready for me, Daphne? You ready to be double teamed, reamed out by two big cocks at once?”
“Yes!”
“That’s the spirit.” With one last plunge, he lifted her off the table, spiked on his cock, and walked her over to Josh. “Lift up, sweetheart. Off my dick.”
Frowning, she did as she was told.
He set her feet on the cool ground, hands brushing her hips. “Lower yourself onto his cock.”
She looked down at the thick virgin cock. Up at his face.
The kid swept his hand over his shaft, eyes on hers. “Whatever you want, Daphne.”
A grin spread over her face. Dancing over the whining air mattress, her feet slipped on the sheets and sent her sprawling over his hard body. Laughing, she raised up on her hands and knees at the same time he pushed her shoulders back.
“You okay?” A crooked smile curled his lips.
“More than okay, Joshy.” Reaching between them, her hand found his hot shaft.
“Oh, fuck.”
Straddling him, Daphne swiped the head against her wet pussy. “You like this? You like the way my pussy feels?”
A deep, throaty laugh bellowed behind them.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want, Joshy.” She teased the tip into her entrance, sliding down just to enfold the head, and pulled him back out. “Tell me, baby.”
He groaned. His hands clapped over her ass and he leaned forward, his lips inches from her. “You are going to get my dick inside you and I’m going to fuck your pussy till you scream.”
“Oh yeah?” She sighed, positioning her cunt lips over him and sliding down his pole.
“Fuck yeah.” He bottomed out inside her, only to lift his hips, pressing deeper. His pelvic bones prodded her inner thighs. “And just when you scream, Steve is going to penetrate your ass.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Not quite,” Steve muttered.
The mattress depressed behind her as Josh lifted her on his cock. When he pushed her hips back down, she felt a hand at her neck. It slid down her spine, slowing as the fingers dipped into the crack of her ass, rimming her unfilled hole.
She gasped. Steve pushed her toward Josh. Her hands shot out to either side of his head to hold her up.
“Just relax.” He pushed her head down further, until she was inches from Josh’s face. Then he slipped an arm over the line of her hips and pulled up.
Something slipped between the crack of her ass, driving down until it found her rectum. Steve’s cock.
“Relax, sweetheart.” The tip engaged her rim, stretched it wider.
Daphne whimpered.
“It’s okay, beautiful.” Josh looked earnestly into her eyes, even as his dick slid back inside her. “We have you now. Let go. Like I did.”
“Nowhere near the same.” Steve’s voice was lower, almost a growl. “Pull out, man. Give me some room.”
His thick cock backed out, leaving only the tip inside. Pressure filled her asshole, burning deeper and deeper, until she felt Steve’s warm abdomen against her cheeks.
“Jesus you’re tight,” he muttered. “You ever been fucked in the ass before, baby?”
She shook her head.
“Oh, fuck.” The word strained from his throat, gasoline to rage the fire inside her.
He inched out, then back in to bottom out. Josh slid the head of his cock further, then pulled out to the lip. Sweat trickled down her neck and her hair trembled in front of her as she met Josh’s dilated eyes, the muscles in her arms and legs burning.
“Josh, I need you to be a man now and get deeper.”
The kid’s thin lips opened, his chest bowing with inhale. His fingers tightened on her hips, pausing a moment to search her face.
“Now.”
That dick surged inside her, straining what room she had with Steve’s dick maxing out her ass. Guttural groans boomed from in front and behind her as her own gasp was lost within them. Bowing her head, it was all she could do just to hold herself up as every muscle in her body tightened. The orgasm ripped through her with blinding force, pumping harder with each of their thrusts.
“Yes! Fuck, yeah, that’s it, sweetheart! Fuck!” Steve’s voice seemed far away, but his every touch was like a lick of fire.
She could hardly breathe. Could only see in bursts. Josh’s sweaty body, the pinch of his eyebrows. Explosions outside, light dancing over the tent wall.
Josh’s grunts rose in succession, louder and louder until he shoved deep, groaning and digging his fingers into her hips. Steve’s balls slapped against her, his dick plunging harder and harder even as his friend’s cock spasmed and spewed in her pussy.
“Sweet fucking girl. Jesus fuck!”
Her head yanked back with the pull of her hair. Scalp prickling in pain, she turned to see Steve’s chiseled torso.
“You like being fucked in the ass, princess?”
“Yes!” The word rode her broken gasp.
“You want my cum, baby?”
Daphne whimpered, her mouth dry. “Please, please!”
“Tell me.”
Warm wetness suctioned around her nipple, forcing her to groan as the world spun into swirls of light and shadow. The only thing tangible was the melting of her body around the two men and the low moan eking from her throat.
“I need it.” She moved back, her ass swallowing up his cock as he tried to pull back. “I need your cum in my ass.”
“Oh fuck, that’s right. That’s it.” Letting her hair go, he clasped her ass. Spread it and spanked it.
It stung, and she felt it quake around his cock. Josh’s mouth closed around her nipple, his hand massaging her free breast.
“When I leave tonight, I need my mouth, pussy, and ass to be full of fucking sperm to let me know how thoroughly I’ve been fucked.” The words jolted from her lips between gasps as his dick battered her ass.
Steve’s deep groan sliced through the humid air, his cock kicking deep in her bowels. She moaned, arching her back. Her eyes slammed shut as she clutched both cocks within her until they stilled.
Steve’s grip on her softened, their breaths sprinkling the quiet air.
She felt a tickle between her breasts. Rolling sweat.
“Jesus,” Steve whispered.
Daphne opened her eyes to see Josh staring up at her. Reaching up, he caressed the line of her jaw.
A breathy giggle escaped her and she shook her head. “I’d kiss you right now, Joshy, but I don’t think I could keep my balance.”
Chuckling, the kid withdrew his hand from her mouth, splaying his arms to the side to prop himself up. His softened dick slipped out of her as lips brushed hers, then he looked into her eyes. “You’re an amazing woman.”
“You are.” Steve’s palm slapped down beside them and kisses trailed across her shoulders.
Daphne shook her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him. Raising his eyebrows, he dipped forward to press his lips against her shoulder again. He lingered, then dragged his wet tongue over her skin before straightening. He traced her face with the back of his finger. Leaning forward, he tilted her chin up and pressed his lips against hers. Soft, lingering.
“So beautiful,” he whispered into her mouth.
Smiling, she breathed in the hops on his breath and let his words spill over her. Sweat rolled down every curve of her heated body. Cum seeped from her used pussy. His body brushed against hers and the aftertaste of his friend’s sperm wilted on her tongue.
“It’s been a fun night.” Turning away, she crawled up Josh’s body, letting Steve’s cock slide from her sore rectum as her tits swung in Josh’s face. Cum dripped from her ass to her saturated pussy as she stood.
Naked save for her heavy boots, she waited for the hurt, confusion, guilt or love. Some kind of answer. But she felt nothing except the sperm between her legs and the warm joy of fresh orgasm, and knowing she’d never fit in anywhere as well as she did between the two strangers on the bed behind her.
“Where are you going?” Josh asked.
Bending over, she swiped her panties from the ground. Slid her fingers over the center, then scooped some of the ooze between her legs. The mix of their sperm. Her ass and pussy screamed for more, but she brought her fingers to her mouth for the taste of freedom and bliss. A night she knew they would all remember.
“Jesus fuck, sweetheart.”
Three high notes screamed through the air, the signal for her text. She stepped toward her lit phone on the top of the cooler. Bent over to see who it was.
Pierce.
“You don’t have to go.” Josh’s soft voice made her heart warm.
Daphne turned around. Steve’s jeans slung at his hips, unbuttoned and yawning open to cover the last part of the line of dark hair from his navel. He smiled back at her. Nodded. Josh lay on the air mattress, still naked and watching her as he caressed his sodden, limp cock and balls. Confusion flickered over his features.
She walked toward him, stopping only to put her hand to Steve’s chest and share a smile.
Steve clasped his palm over hers. “I meant what I said, you know. You’re beautiful. Sweet. There’s no reason to settle for anyone that doesn’t appreciate that.”
Nodding, Daphne lifted on her tiptoes. Kissed his rough cheek before lowering flat to her feet. “You too.”
He chuckled, but let her pull away as she focused on the bed behind him.
“Josh….” She stopped before she got too close, then dropped her panties on the bed next to him. “You can have these. And when you look at them or smell them, remember tonight. I will.”
“Me too,” Steve said behind her.
The inexperienced boy’s eyebrows knit.
Crouching, she prodded the bottom of his chin to face her.
“Thank you,” she said with a grin.
Josh smiled back.
Daphne stood and turned, scooped up her clothes, and sauntered out of the tent. Felt humidity settle over her skin as she watched embers split from a racing firework in the sky and explode into white star-fire, raining over the road. The sparks petered out, only the ash remaining to sprinkle where no one would ever see.
She was that firework, the explosion. But now she knew the ash was in the past.
