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It takes her a few tries to unbutton and unzip my jeans, she’s so nervous. When my monster cock springs out, though, she doesn’t hesitate. Just grabs it in her little fist and lowers her head to suck the tip into her mouth.

My head tosses back. “Goddamn!” She may be a little amateur, but she’s eager. Her lips slide down my shaft, her tongue swirling, and I almost nut in her mouth like a teenager myself. “Slow, baby. Lick it up and down first.”

She does, dragging the tip of her tongue all over my dick. As she’s tasting me, she works herself off the couch, kneeling between my legs on the floor. I like this angle better, because I can watch her cheeks hollow as she sucks my pipe.

“Okay, now suck it in real deep, Vic. Take it all the way in.” It isn’t fair to ask a novice to swallow cock like this, but I want to feel myself buried in that throat. She goes for it, sucking me in, but stopping about an inch before the base. Her nostrils are flared and her eyes wide, pleading. I stroke her hair, threading my fingers in before knotting it in my fist. Her surprised yelp reverberates up my shaft. Fuck me.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Just relax, okay?”

Then my hips start moving and my thick dick is sliding further down her throat, gaining that last inch. She gags and coughs a little around my cock, but I don’t let her go. Holding it there, feeling all the muscles of her tongue and mouth and throat milking my shaft is fucking heaven on earth.

I ease out enough for her to catch a breath, then ram my cock back in. She moans and I proceed to fuck that pretty mouth, pulling out just long enough for her to inhale before thrusting my cock in so deep her nose is pressed into my pubes. Vickie’s large, brown eyes are watering, tears spilling over, but her hands grab my thighs and her fingernails, painted in soft pink like her nightie, rake down before gripping my hips.

She’s trying to pull me further into her mouth.

Goddamn
.

Her grunts and splutters and wet sucking sounds fill the room, so she doesn’t hear the front door open. Shep steps in, sees us, and freezes.

I lock eyes with him but keep pumping into Vickie’s mouth. His gray eyes are dancing with lust and anger and betrayal. He sets down the grocery bag with dinner, but her cake is still balanced on his other hand. Watching him watching me is something new. It feels just like I thought it would. It feels dangerous. Arousing.

My heart skips a beat, and I feel a need to up the ante. To put all my cards on the table. Shep’s hand grabs his own erection, rubbing at it in his jeans, and that’s all it takes.

I don’t warn Vickie, I just shoot my load down her throat. Her cries are muffled but she catches on quick, sucking, trying to swallow all my come. My eyes never leave Shep.

He’s frowning, but he’s also still squeezing his cock.

Vickie finally seems to sense that something’s different. My cock, still hard, falls from her mouth. There’s a trail of spit and come from the tip to her swollen lips, and Shep’s staring at it. I can feel her anxiety spiking.

“That was good, baby girl,” I release her hair and pat her head. “But practice makes perfect.”

She looks back and forth between us, unsure. Shep’s forehead is wrinkling, and he’s not sure, either. Well, I am. Shep’s usually the boss in this trailer. That’s because he gives a shit and I don’t.

But Vickie was practically dropped in our laps. Something’s brewing in here already. Something that feels right. So if Shep isn’t willing to step forward just yet, I’m going to do it.

Besides, like I said, I’ve got the experience.

“Vickie, take those titties out of your nighty.”

She doesn’t even hesitate, and my cock, just spent, stays rock hard. She slides the thin straps off her shoulders and tugs the pink silk down, spilling out those big, beautiful boobies. The skin there is cream, her nipples big, tight strawberries. They’re a woman’s tits, hanging heavy and full.

Shep grips his cock a little firmer.

“You look beautiful, Honey. Now crawl on your hands and knees to Shep.” Obedient, she does. As she crawls, her nightie hangs loose around her middle and I can see the sopping wet crotch of her white panties. Inwardly I groan.

Vickie gets to Shep, kneeling in front of him. His jaw is clenched hard, the vein on his temple sticking out. With his shaggy black hair and thick beard, he looks crazed. But I know him. I know what he wants, maybe better than he does.

“Good job, baby. Now take his cock out.”

She puts her hand on top of his. A moment passes between them, something unspoken, and I wait. Wait for him to chicken shit out. Wait for her to say no.

But then he moves her hand and she’s unzipping him.

This is happening.

 

Vickie

 

This night is surreal. One moment I was being whored out by my mother. Now I’m on my knees, about to put a cock in my mouth for the second time tonight. It’s also the second time in my whole life.

Shep is looking at me and his eyes are dark and fierce. My tummy flutters because while Buck is bossy, he does it in this light hearted, joking way. I can tell Buck likes to do things dirty, maybe a little rough.

I might be a virgin, but I know about sex.

Shep’s looking at me with heated promise. He wants to do all sorts of things to me, and I want to let him.

It scares me how easy this is. How much I want it. I knew I thought Shep and Buck were dreamy, but this… this is, like I said, surreal. It’s one thing to have a massive crush on your neighbors. It’s another thing to be crawling on their floor, practically panting for their cocks.

Because it’s both of them, and it’s happening right now.

Shep’s cock springs from his pants and it’s intimidating. Thick and long and marbled with veins. I start to reach for it, my mouth already watering, when Buck stops me, his hand in my hair. I like it when he pulls on it like this. The tingles go down to my toes.

“Baby, you’re forgetting your birthday cake. We can’t have that.”

I look at him, confused. Does he want me to eat the cake
now
, while Shep’s cock is inches from my mouth? But Buck takes the cake from Shep and opens the box. He draws his finger through the icing, marring the
Happiest Birthday, Free Bird
, on it. I hadn’t seen the writing before, but it hits me hard.

Free Bird. That’s me. Shep had them make a message special, just for me. I’m not just eighteen. I’m free from my mama’s trailer, free from Lloyd’s leering. Everything feels overwhelming right now, fuzzy and crazed, and Shep took the time to make sure I remembered what was important about today.

My eyes water and the tears spill out a bit. Both men look concerned and Buck kneels next to me. “Are you okay, baby girl? Are we pushing you too hard?” He cups my cheek and brushes away the tears. Shep joins him, sweeping my other cheek dry, and I can scarcely breathe. The moment is too big for me.

What’s it like to discover you’ve never truly known kindness until you’re eighteen? I’ll tell you, because I know. It’s wondrous. It’s terrible. It’s like I’ve just now discovered there’s a huge, empty bucket inside of me that I didn’t even know was there. It’s taking up so much space, smooshing out all the other important things. But just as I feel the emptiness and it threatens to expand more, love starts pouring in. Gushing. Filling that void faster than I can comprehend that it’s even there.

“No, it’s not that,” I whisper.

Shep kisses my forehead and starts to tuck away his cock. Quickly, I stop him, my hand over his. “Don’t. I want to. I just got surprised by the message is all.”

We look at each other and I see that he gets it. Standing in front of me again, he puts his dick in my face and I lick my lips. Then Buck surprises us both by smearing icing along the side of his cock.

Shep jumps back, yelling “What the hell, man?”

But Buck is non-plussed, shrugging. “What?”

“What’re you touching my dick for?”

“I’m just getting it ready for her.”

Shep’s face is red hot, but I see that his cock is harder now, straining toward the ceiling. A drop of precome dribbles to mix with the icing. He might think he’s mad at Buck, but I can tell he’s turned on by it.

I am, too. “Come here, Shep,” I moan, eager to get my mouth on him. He does, eyes wide and glaring at the both of us. As soon as my hand wraps around him, though, those eyes shut and he hisses through his teeth. The icing is sticking on my hand and I guide the white-and-pink frosted tip into my open mouth.

The sugary sweetness of the icing smoothes over my tongue. I flick and lick it away, exposing the velvet-soft skin underneath. The thick glans tastes salty with his precome and a tremor flows through me, I’m so excited.

Shep
. He doesn’t know it, but his name is known in the park. Hell, he’s known in the whole damned town. His name is spoken in hushed rumors. Why? Because he’s dangerous. His parents disappeared when his was young. My mama told me the law picked him up, and he spent a few weeks in county juvie while they tried to find his folks.

They said there was blood in their trailer.

They said nothing was missing-- no clothes gone, coffee still cold in the pot, dishes in the sink.

They said young Gil Shepherd killed his parents.

Mama had wanted me to stay away from him. But he’d always been there, in the shadows of his porch, cigarette hanging from his lips. Dark beard and darker eyes. I’d wanted him and now I’m on my knees in front of, him, sucking him off.

Buck, too. People talk about him, but usually it’s just to wonder why he hangs with Shep. Buck’s nice. A golden boy. Works on cars and women. My mama has said several times she wouldn’t mind letting him take a look under her hood, but I never let her know how fine I thought he was.

It should bother me that Buck wants me to do these things while I stay with them. It ain’t much different from what my mama does. Maybe worse, since I’m not getting any money up front. The thing is, I know if I were to tell them ‘no,’ I’d still be able to stay here. I don’t know how I know it, but I do. They want to help me, and they want me, but Buck and Shep won’t make those things connected unless I’m okay with it.

There’s a thrill at being put in this position. I’ve wanted them for so long. Somehow the wrongness of the situation makes it very, very right.

I’m so horny now it’s making me crazy. Voracious, I swallow more of him, letting him slip to the back of my throat like I did for Buck. “Fuck, Vickie, that feels good.” His voice is low and raspy and it thrills me.

Suddenly, Buck’s fingers are beside my mouth, more cake and frosting on them. “Open up, baby.” I pull back and he slips his fingers into my mouth, too, wedging them in with Shep’s throbbing cock. My mouth is stretched as wide as it’ll go.

This time Shep stays silent.

“Good, baby girl. Suck Shep hard.” There’s a flare in my pussy so hot, so needy, I’m close to coming.

“Dude--” Shep lets out a strangled protest, but I feel the twitch in his cock, and he’s as close to climaxing as I am.

“Hush now, both of you. Baby girl here needs our protection. She needs us to take care of her. Isn’t that right, Vickie?”

My mouth is still stretched and full, so I hum my approval. Yes, I need that. I need them to protect me. I need them to take care of me. Soon, I’ll need them to relieve the ache in my pussy.

“So we’re her men now, and she’s ours. We do her together.”

Shep growls, “You’re fucking twisted, Buck. Now get your fingers out of her mouth so I can nut all over that sweet face.”

As soon as Buck’s fingers are gone, Shep grabs my hair and begins to fuck my face like Buck did. I wonder if he knows how similar he is to Buck. How they like the same things.

“Cup his balls, baby.” I do, my hand cradling Shep’s sack. The shout from Shep is exhilarating. Shep grunts and pulls out, his come squirting all over my face. It hits in warm, wet plops, sticking on my cheeks and lips.

Buck cups my cheek and turns me to look at him. He’s got a towel that he uses to clean me off. Then he’s kissing me, tongue sweeping in and possessing. His teeth bite my lip until I gasp, then he pulls back.

“Take your panties off.”

My heart pounds. I wanted to go down on them. This was my first time so close to a cock, and I got to touch and suck the two I wanted most in the world. But the day is swooping in on me, blowing away the fugue of lust and leaving me a moment of clarity. Did I want to lose my virginity tonight? Right now? Which of them would take it?

Shep kneels beside me, too. “Hey.” His voice is still gravelly with lust. “You don’t have to fuck me-- us-- tonight. But let us give you something back, okay? That’s how this works. We take care of you in every way.”

I decide to trust them. No, it isn’t really a decision. It just
is
. I know they won’t harm me. They won’t do anything I don’t want to. They’re
mine
. The word sends chills through me and my nipples tighten.

“Okay,” I breathe, and his eyes shut. His cock is still out and it twitches, even though he just nutted all over my face. Buck groans in triumph.

Buck combs his fingers through my hair.“Take your panties off and lie back, baby girl.”

My white cotton panties slide down my fuller hips. They are soaked through, and I feel the hot creep of my shame. I shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by these two men. It feels wrong. Gluttonous. Like I don’t deserve their lust and admiration.

Buck seems to know what I’m thinking, because his eyes pin me down. “Oh, Vickie, sweet little Vickie. You’re so gorgeous. Later, I’m going to teach you to shave.”

My breath hitches. “Down there?”

“Yeah, baby. Down there. Now lie back and let us take care of you.”

I do. There’s a rug on the floor of the living room. It’s one of those old rope-coil ones, and the fibers dig into my shoulder blades and ass.

Shep’s strong hands part my thighs. It’s hard for me to let them fall open, so his thumbs rub circles on my inner thighs until I relax a bit. Now he can see all of me. See how swollen and wet my pussy is. Buck is grabbing my breasts. They’re so large they overflow even his big hands, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Then, just as if I’m the cake, both men begin to feast. Shep’s tongue sweeps between my legs from back to front, sending a jolt of joy through me. I arch, crying out, and Buck sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Oh, God. I didn’t know it could be like this. Mama always made sex seem like something you had to bear down and push through. She gave me tips, even though I never asked, about how to get a man off fast. “Faster is better. Then you’re paid and you can kick’m out.”

But I don’t want them to go fast. I’m so needy, my pleasure a tight ball in my tummy, that I think I don’t have a choice. My body has never felt so good, though, and I want it slow, slow, slow.

I want this to be forever.

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