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  “Now you’ve gone and done it. That’s why we were going to wait.” He knelt at my feet, reaching up to caress my face. “Sweetheart, we knew you were going to take this hard, which is why we wanted to bring you here this weekend for a special time.”

  “You’re all leaving me,” I said mournfully. “You’re going to go off and meet other girls and forget all about me.”

  Rob joined Payton. “That, baby girl, is impossible. No one could replace you, darling. I mean that without reservation.”

  “And we’ll be back for holidays, promise,” Payton said, trying to soften the blow. Tears appeared in my eyes and I didn’t try to hide them. I mean, okay, it’s hard to admit but I loved my brothers for more than just their ready and able cocks. They were special. But I also wasn’t going to let them give up on something great in their futures by being a crybaby girl. I wiped at my eyes and grinned, saying, “Well, okay. If this is our last weekend together…we’d better make it memorable.”

  “That’s our girl,” Rob said proudly, reaching over to kiss me deeply. The night sky twinkled with stars and the fire created shadows against the midnight forest. We were all alone with no one to judge our actions or our appetites. Suddenly my hunger for cock tripled and I ripped my shirt from my body. As my tits bounced into view, Payton grinned and helped me from Trey’s lap. I wiggled out of my jeans and bending over the picnic table, presented my ass for his approval. He gave my tight ass a good slap and I gasped at the sweet sting. Rob quickly put a beach towel beneath my forearms so the rough wood wouldn’t abrade my tender flesh and then Payton wasted no time in pushing his hard cock inside me. I arched my back and groaned as he slowly seated himself to the hilt inside my wet pussy. I ached to be filled with all three. I wanted to feel them in every possible way so that if tonight were our last fuck together, it would be epically nasty and delicious and definitely memorable.

  “I want to feel all of you,” I gasped, daring Payton to fuck me harder. “I want you in my ass, my mouth and my pussy!”

  “Hot damn, baby girl,” Payton exclaimed, only too eager to oblige my carnal request. He withdrew with one final thrust and then scooped me up to carry to Trey who was already cock in hand, ready with an approving smile. He scooted low in his chair and Payton put me down so I could climb onto Trey’s cock in a reverse cowboy position, only instead of slipping his cock in my pussy, he used my dripping pussy juices to lube my brown rosebud and then pushed his cock into my ass. It was always such a shock to take his meat into my ass but I loved it. Honestly, I hadn’t been a huge fan of anal until Trey. Now, I wanted it all the time. My sphincter relaxed and I groaned with pleasure at the full sensation of being dominated completely by that enormous cock. For a second I can do nothing but adjust to the size of his shaft but soon enough I was ready for more action. I grinned at Payton and wrapped my arms around his neck, my breasts pushing against his chest wall as I was sandwiched between my two big, strong brothers. Payton pushed his cock inside me and I cried out with sheer pleasure as the two cocks rubbed inside me, filling me to the point of no return until I was nothing but a receptacle for their cum. God, I loved their cocks! I would miss them so much!

  Rob quickly stuffed my mouth with his cock and then by the dancing firelight we fucked like animals, the sounds of our fucking echoing in the still night like a heathen offering to pagan gods. I didn’t hold back my muffled cries as I sucked Rob’s cock, laving the tip and shaft just how he liked it, while Trey and Payton worked together, supporting my body while they buffeted my pink parts with the hard lengths hanging between their legs. I was completely stuffed with cock and I shuddered with pleasure as I swam in sensation. In and out, in and out, the cycle continued repeatedly until I lost all sense of time and space, so delirious with pleasure that I greedily sucked at Rob’s cock when he blew his load deep down my throat. His semen slid down my throat in a great, ropey gob that I gulped with pleasure, loving how he groaned and his ab muscles quivered from the exertion of fucking my face to completion. I gave a final teasing lick of my tongue across the sensitive tip and giggled when he jerked with a grin as he withdrew to stumble to his chair, entirely spent. Payton squeezed my tits as he pounded away, punishing my pussy with his cock until his balls tightened and I knew he was nearing his blowing point. I loved watching Payton cum; he always had the sweetest expression as his face scrunched in ecstasy, and his mouth dropped open as his hips thrust like a maniac. “Come on, baby,” I crooned to him, clenching my muscles around Payton, knowing it wouldn’t take much to send him skyrocketing into space, soaking my pussy with his cum in the process and I wasn’t wrong. Seconds later, his cum face appeared and he poured his load into me with a loud shout that I felt to my toes. Now it was just Trey and I. Trey’s hand on my back signaled he was ready for a new position and I obediently — and excitedly — rushed to do as he wished.

  “Back to the table,” he said gruffly and he bent me over. I closed my eyes as I felt Trey’s cock return to my ass. He played with the gaping hole, still ready for his cock, and he juiced me up some more before slowly pushing himself back into my most private hole. “Tell me how much you like it in your ass, Brianna,” he demanded in a silky tone that made me shudder. He emphasized my name with a brutal thrust in my ass. I squeezed my eyes shut, quivering at the invasion. “Tell me, little sister,” he said.

  “I love it, Trey,” I answered with a cry of total abandon. “Fuck me raw, big brother!”

  “You won’t be able to walk, sweet girl,” he warned but I heard the delighted smile in his voice. The sick boy. I wanted to laugh but I was too overcome with pleasure as he rode my ass without mercy. I was no match for this man and his giant cock. It was all I could do to grip the sides of the table and accept each punishing thrust. Fuck! It hurt so good! He was nearly lifting me with each thrust as I strained on my tip-toes to fully accept every inch of his thick meat and then he grabbed a handful of my blond hair and pulled sharply. It was just the shock I needed to go over the edge. I shuddered and cried out as he fucked me so hard I knew I would bruise but I was out of my mind with the pleasure. “Ohh God,” I cried, almost frightened of the semi truck of an orgasm barreling down my nerve endings. Everything in my body clenched and suddenly, I was tumbling into an abyss of pleasure, shuddering and quivering and crying out in my abandon. I was so lost in my own pleasure I didn’t even realize when Trey had also cum until I realized that Trey’s spent cock was withdrawing from my ass as it dribbled from his load. I sagged against the table and gasped, barely able to stand any longer. I panted, my breath coming in short, exaggerated exhales as the pleasure continued to roll through me, buffeting me with each receding wave and it was several long moments before I was coherent enough to speak.

  I startled when I felt a cold washcloth gently cleaning my ass and pussy. I closed my eyes as my brothers tenderly attended to me, washing away their seed with sweet attention to my swollen pink parts. Then, Rob hoisted me in his arms and carried me to bed. I sighed with contentment and snuggled into his chest.

  That night I slept like a baby, cocooned against the bitter cold of the Pacific Coast range with my big, solid brothers on either side. Rob and Payton kept me warm and secure. My only regret was that the bed wasn’t big enough for Trey as well. He slept apart in his own bed. But my ass continued to throb with small pulses of sensation, reminding me of my big brother and what he’d done to me. I felt deliciously and properly fucked in ways only my brothers would possibly ever understand. I pushed away the momentary sadness that popped up when I considered the possibility that this was the end because I knew, deep in my heart, no matter what happened in life…my brothers would always remain mine and vice versa.

  Some people would say it’s wrong.

  I say, fuck them.

  They didn’t know us and frankly, I didn’t give a shit.

  I smiled and snuggled deeper. Camping was awesome. Perhaps this would become our new tradition. With that comforting thought, I drifted into sweet — and dirty — dreams.
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  A Good Ol’ Country BoyBy Alexx Andria

  Copyright 2012 by Alexx Andria

  All I can say without a doubt was, at six foot three inches and corded with enough muscle to make a nun forget her vows of celibacy, Chase Cafferty was the best thing about this Podunk town that I’d managed to find since my dad moved us here to Nowhere, United States a month ago after a job change my senior-freaking-year.

  And I wanted him. I figured if anything could relieve my boredom it was this brawny specimen. Before long, I was innocently popping into places where I knew he’d be, casually striking up conversation here and there. But finally, my impatience had gotten the better of me so when I’d tracked him down to the feed and seed that sultry summer day, I’d had an ulterior motive in mind.

  “Hey Chase,” I said, after covertly watching him load a shit ton of hay into the back of his truck and getting wet at the thought of licking the sweat from each rounded swell of muscle across his chest and arms. I sent him an appreciative glance before sliding up onto the tailgate of his older Ford F150 truck. “Looking good.”

  “Thanks,” he murmured with a shy grin that killed me. “Not bad yourself. Whatcha doin’?”

  You, hopefully. “Nothing. Bored out of my mind, as usual. What do people do for fun around here anyway?”

  He squinted against the late afternoon sun as it descended into the western sky and shrugged, saying, “Tip cows?” with a teasing smile that curled my toes. Man, how was it that this guy was still single? I’d only been here a month and already I wanted to fuck him. I laughed at his joke — at least I hoped it was a joke — and wondered how shocked he’d be if I told him that I wanted to see what was hiding beneath those worn Levis. Was he a boxer or a brief kind of guy? Or did he go commando? No, that could cause chaffing for a man who worked hard like Chase did everyday. He wasn’t like a lot of the soft-handed, mani-pedi-getting weiny men that I’d known in L.A. who went clubbing and whatnot. No, Chase was a red-blooded American man who clearly needed a little tender lovin’ care and I was just the girl to give it to him.

  “So you’re going to Halford High,” he said, making conversation.

  “Yeah,” I said. “You graduated two years ago, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  Scintillating conversation thus far. Would it be considered rude if I told him to cut the chatter and just drop his drawers so I could see what I was working with?

  My nipples tingled at the thought of seeing what was tucked behind that button-fly and I stifled a groan of pure lust. God, I was fucking horny. I was practically itching to rub my thighs together in the hopes of creating some much-needed friction.

  It’d been way too long since I’d had a cock between my legs. You see, I was used to getting fucked fairly regularly. Back home in civilization, I had a respectable list of fuck buddies who were always ready and willing to give me a good bang when the need arose but didn’t feel the need to cuddle afterward. I guess I’m kinda like a guy in that I didn’t like a lot of chit-chat after the deed was done. I’m like, thanks babe, now get the hell out before my dad comes home and sees your naked ass in my bed.

  But with Chase…I might let him stick around a bit, you know?

  His family owned a ranch out of town with lots of horses and cows and whatever else you’d expect to find in a Midwestern ranch and it was Chase’s job to haul the feed.

  “So any plans for a Friday night?” I asked coyly, noting with a flush of pleasure how his blue eyes dipped to my exposed cleavage and then bounced away as if caught doing something he shouldn’t. Oh, that was cute. I could turn him inside out and backwards with the things I wanted to do to him. I’d even stick my tongue up his ass if he wanted. Hell, I’d let him stick whatever he wanted up my ass.

  Chase grinned and jerked his head with a shrug. “Not really. You?”

  Ohhh, that smile did weird things to my insides. I mean, he was hotter than anyone I’d ever met in Los Angeles and that place was filled with good-looking guys. Of course, a lot of them were douchebags but whatever, it was L.A.

  There was something about Chase that just did it for me. To be honest, one look at Chase and I knew I had to have him.

  And I was tired of waiting.

  “My parents are going over to Emmettville to play Bunco tonight; you want to come over and watch a movie or something?” he asked, casting me a hopeful look that made me want to strip him bare right there in the feed-and-seed parking lot. “I mean, I know that’s not as exciting as whatever they do in L.A. but I make a mean batch of popcorn.”

  I laughed. “Well, how can I resist an offer like that? Sure, I’d love to. Should I bring anything?” Condoms? Lube? Rope?

  “Naw, I got everything,” he said. “You got something you can write the address down with?”

  I pulled a pen from my purse and handed it to him with my palm outstretched. When he looked at me as if to ask if I was sure I wanted him to scribble on my hand, I said, “I can’t lose my hand, right? Wait, what am I saying, this is farm country.” I smiled to show that I was teasing and he grasped my hand with a chuckle and jotted the address down. The feel of the pen scratching across my sensitive palm made me shiver. “See you tonight, country boy,” I said, popping from the tailgate and shouldering my purse. “I’m looking forward to this mean batch of popcorn. Hope it doesn’t disappoint.”

  He chuckled and waved before climbing into his truck and rumbling out of the parking lot.

  He had no idea what I had in store for him.

  And it had nothing to do with popcorn.

  When I arrived at his parent’s ranch, I smiled at the quaint farmhouse with the wrap-around porch and porch swing. It looked like a set for a movie scene that called for “stereotypical Americana.” My friends back home would’ve taken a picture on the swing to post on their social media accounts as if it were an attraction at an amusement park. The screen door screeched like a whore who’d been stiffed her money, and I made a mental note that sneaking up on anyone in this house would be downright impossible. “A little grease would do wonders for you, my friend,” I murmured before knocking.

  Chase appeared, looking freshly showered, wearing a faded t-shirt that molded to every ridge of his six-pack abs and I wondered how long I’d have to wait before jumping his bones.

  “You look…good,” he said, stumbling all over himself in his appreciation of my look that night. And well he should. My tits were practically spilling from the tight, tied-off shirt that showed off my flat belly and sparkling belly button jewel and my Daisy Dukes were so short my pussy lips were practically showing. I grinned up at him, loving how much taller he was than me and sauntered past him. He closed the door and hurried after me as I appeared to admire his home. In truth, I was just looking for his bedroom. I only had three hours before my parents were going to get home from their date night and I wanted to be well and truly fucked by that point.

  I turned to face him abruptly. “Chase…do you think I’m pretty?” I asked, gazing up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

  He swallowed and shoved his hands deep inside his pockets. “Y-yes.”

  A slow smile spread across my lips as I sensed my victory. Soon I would have that luscious country boy on top of me, thrusting away as if his life depended on it. “What do you like about me?” I asked innocently as I started to untie my shirt. His eyes bugged as I tossed the shirt, revealing my bra-less breasts to his full stare. “Is it my tits?” I asked, pinching the nipples so they hardened into proud, pebbled tips. Then I wiggled out of my Daisy Dukes, revealing thong panties that barely covered my bare pussy lips. “Or is it my pussy?”

  “Holy Jesus,” he breathed, the words tumbling out in a shocked whisper as he stared, his gaze fastening on my generous C cups as if he wanted to stuff them into his mouth. “What are you…Oh my god…my parents…”

  “They’ll be gone all night remember? But mine will be home in three hours so let’s get this party started, okay?” With that I hopped into his arms and he only had enough
time to catch me without thinking. His rough, calloused hands rested beneath my ass and I felt a subtle squeeze against the flesh. I grinned and rubbed myself against him, pressing my tits into his face. “Where do you want to do it, country boy?”

  He groaned and buried his face against the soft, billowing flesh of my tits as if he couldn’t help himself. “God, you’re so hot,” he said in an agonized groan. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Am I sure? Chase honey, do you feel that hot, wet pussy against your belly? Yeah, I’d say I’m sure. Let’s go, boy! I want to see how that work ethic of yours comes into play when you fuck.”

  “Man, you talk like a trucker,” he said, grinning as he carried me to his bedroom. “Do all girls from L.A. talk like you?”

  “Only the interesting ones,” I quipped. “Do you like it?”

  “Yeah,” he said with an embarrassed flush. “I kinda do. You’re different from the girls around here.”

  “I noticed,” I said dryly, quickly losing interest in that conversation. It was hard to fit in when you didn’t have anything in common with anyone. I bounced from his arms to the floor and jerked the button on his jeans. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to see what kind of package you’re carrying around. Is it big and fat or long and skinny? Or is it cute and chubby? Let’s see…” I said with eager anticipation as I freed his shaft.

  “Ohhh my word, Chase…that’s quite a cock you have there,” I breathed, openly delighted at the nine-inch anaconda he’d been hiding in those jeans. “How is it that the girls around here haven’t snatched you up like a blue ribbon apple pie?” I asked, openly perplexed.

  Chase grinned, palming his monster-sized cock and giving it a slow caress, instantly mesmerizing me with the motion as my mouth watered to taste it against my tongue. “Who said they haven’t tried? I guess I was waiting for the right girl.”