“Ooooh,” she moans desperately, her breasts swinging below her torso. “Ooooh, shit!”
I try to move slowly, but this curvy figure is too tempting. Meanwhile, Juniper presses her plump ass against me, pulling me deeper into her womanhood, groaning at the fullness. Then like a slut, she reaches both hands around to pull her ass cheeks apart, giving me a full view of the tight pink drum of her asshole. It’s too much. I pull out from her wetness and then press my tip against that secret space.
“Is this okay, sweetheart?” I rasp. “Please say it is.”
But it’s too late because with an audible pop, her sphincter opens and I’m deep in her butt. My shaft fills her buttocks, and she lifts her head to scream again.
“Feel good?” I ask throatily. “Oh fuck, you’re tight back here.”
At that, our session devolves into a furious blur of animalistic frenzy. I pound her ass, over and over again as Juniper moans, clutching her tits as her butt’s filled. Then with a cry, I let go, spurting salty male cream into her
“Fuuuuuck!” is my howl. “Oh shit!”
We might be waking up the neighbors, but neither the slutty girl nor I care because she lets out a scream too as her ass pulses around me. The clench is so strong back there that my shaft is almost forced out, and then her bottom dissolves into a heavy wave of pulsations, those big tits swinging as she comes.
After it’s over, we stand there panting, my head dizzy with pleasure. Holy fuck, did that really just happen? Did we just double team a sweet thing that we met at a bar not ten minutes ago? But Shane and I underestimated the naughty woman because as I pull out with a pop, she smiles again. Her holes are gleaming, achy, and red, but Juniper doesn’t stand up. Instead, she bends over even more before pulling those cheeks apart, showing us how both of her private spaces are leaking jizz.
“You like it boys?” she coos, looking at us from between her knees. “I know I did.”
Her words set us off, and right there in the dirty back alley, the three of us go at it again. This is incredible, and the absolute perfect ending to our night on the town.
3
Juniper
I groan as I stretch out across Bess’s bed. She’s not here because my friend is already out to grab us coffee. Good woman.
I yawn lazily. I’m slightly hung-over from the night before, but that’s to be expected. What’s unexpected is how sore I am. My breasts ache, my pussy is tender, and even my ass stings a bit. Plus, when I look down, there are love bites covering my inner thighs. Mmmm, Stanton and Shane. I had such a wonderful time with those mystery twin cowboys, and they definitely had their way with me.
And me with them, I think with a bemused smirk.
Suddenly, my friend reappears in the doorway.
“I have coffee and cinnamon rolls,” Bess announces with a flourish as she comes back into the room, carrying a tray full of morning pastries.
“And aspirin, thank goodness,” I say as I reach eagerly for the meds.
“Why did we let those girls buy us shots again?” Bess asks, popping a pill to fight off her own pounding headache.
“I don’t know. They just got really sad to hear that I was moving I think,” I answer as I chug a bottle of water.
“Yeah, but did we even know them?”
I shake my head and giggle. “Nope, they’re just cool girls looking to be even cooler,” I say with a light laugh. “I think they’re at the local community college. Maybe we’ll run into them again sometime.”
But then Bess fidgets with the edge of the comforter and shoots me a long look. “You know, those cowboys never came back in after your little excursion to the back alley,” she says coyly. “That smoke must have been really satisfying.”
I roll my eyes at my friend. “Or I scared them off,” I tease.
“You are so bad!” Bess squeals, jumping up. “Two hot guys at once!” she stares at me with large eyes. “You’re my hero, Juniper Rossi. OMG, please confirm that you did more than just share a ciggie. Come on, I know you don’t even smoke!”
I laugh and then wince at my headache. “Well, I’m certainly paying the price for my wild decisions today.” Then I lean in and whisper, even though Bess and I are alone with the door closed. “I am really sore though,” I lament with a giggle. “Totally had a number done on me.”
Bess’s mouth drops open with appreciation.
“Holy shit! Serves you right,” she whispers back in a scandalized voice. Then, my friend hands me a steaming cup of coffee like it’s a prize and I inhale the deep, heady aroma. Last night seems so far away … well, except for my aching rear end.