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  “Baby girl,” I rumbled soothingly, stroking her breasts once more. “You were a baby when we met. Or more accurately,” I corrected, “you were underage and there’s no way an old dude like me should even have been looking at you.”

  “But that’s the thing,” she countered, eyes flaring a bit. “Guys like you always look, and you’ll even touch, but when it comes to going legit and out into the open, dudes aren’t interested. They want someone skinny and tiny to show off, they don’t want to bring the big girl around.”

  A funny sound came out of my throat then, raspy and dangerous. But I tried to keep calm.

  “Fuck you’re gorgeous Angie. I would absolutely date you even if you were ten sizes bigger. In fact, you’d look better that way. Have you been eating enough?” I asked sharply. “Have you been getting three square meals a day, a minimum of three thousand calories?”

  Jed growled from his side, eyes hot.

  “Or even four or five meals,” he grunted appreciatively. “The more poundage honey, the better.”

  But the brunette has been beaten down by a lifetime of body image issues, and she shook her head stubbornly.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said stubbornly. “Guys don’t want me because I’m big and you’re the same, Brian,” she accused. “You could have dumped Hannah and started dating me, but you didn’t.”

  It made no sense whatsoever, but neither Jed nor I could break down Angie’s walls right now. She was beautiful, hands down, the most gorgeous girl either of us have ever had, and we’ve had a lot over the years. But the female wasn’t thinking straight at the moment, she’d built her defenses high, and one conversation now couldn’t tear down that negative thinking. But Jed and I would help her get over it slowly, by loving her again and again, because there’s no one like our sweet angel. There’s no one with the same lush curves, that heavenly fullness that makes our mouth water, and the utter sweetness of personality. It was only a matter of time before she believed in herself, before she truly thought of herself as a gift to men, something to be treasured and cherished.

  So for the moment, we were only teasing her, playing with her, prepping her for the big event.

  “Honey,” drawled Jed. “You’re a virgin but it’s because the guys you’ve been hanging out with are fucking idiots,” he stated baldly, not holding back. “Those dudes have clams for brains.”

  The brunette giggled a little then, tension lessoning, breath hitching slightly.

  “Clams?” she asked softly, shooting him a glance. “Really?”

  Jed nodded, a gleam in his eye.

  “Clams,” he confirmed. “Either that or they’ve got erectile dysfunction with tiny, micro-size penises.”

  That made the brunette laugh out loud then, a sweet, tinkling sound making my heart rush. Because I love seeing Angie laugh, I love seeing the beautiful girl happy, and Jed has a way of bringing that out.

  “They’re just boys,” she said dismissively. “It’s not even worth talking about.”

  “Exactly,” I swooped in with a grin. “Exactly, not even worth a second of thought from your pretty little brain.”

  And Angie turned to me then with renewed confidence.

  “Well, since we’re talking about my virginity …” she hinted with a sweet smile, voice trailing off.

  My dick hardened and I saw Jed jerk a bit, blue gaze sharpening, homing in on that curvy form.

  “Yeah?”

  “Well,” she said, biting her lip, looking between us. “How come we haven’t done it? How come? I’ve been offering myself to you all the time,” she said shyly, biting her lip again. It was ludicrous because the brunette was sitting in my lap, my big hand on her breast with Jed’s hand lightly resting on her puss, and yet we she was still shy.

  But my law partner and I shared a knowing look. It was true, Angie’s tasted our come multiple times and we’ve played with her, niggling that sweet hole, caressing her breasts, even lapping lightly at her cunt. But dick in pussy? Naw, we haven’t gone that far yet. We’ve put cock in each other’s asses, done the man on man right in front of her, but Angie remains untouched. And she asked again, this time more firmly, determined to get an answer.

  “Why?” she said, meeting our eyes. “Why have you guys been doing each other but not me? When do I get my chance?” she asked softly. “I want to be a full member of this trio.”

  Jed and I were silent for another moment, exchanging another look.

  “It’s not that we don’t want you,” I began smoothly.

  “It’s that we want to save it for the right time,” growled Jed, finishing my sentence. “There’s a right time and a wrong time, and we haven’t quite gotten there yet.”

  Angie looked at us, eyes confused, shaking her head.

  “But what could be more right?” she asked slowly. “I mean, we’ve already done almost everything,” she said, gesturing to our slickly gleaming forms, the pussy juice and cum spilled all over the furniture, sticky and wet. “What is there to wait for? You know I want it,” she said, voice breaking a little. “I want it so bad. Both of you,” she clarified, eyes sweeping between us, begging and pleading. “Please.”

  I kissed her deeply then, taking that soft pout with my lips.

  “Trust me baby girl, there’s a right time,” I growled, my breath hot on her cheek. “There’s absolutely a right time, but it’s just not now. Do you want a kiss to make it feel better? Would a kiss from Daddy make it better?”

  She mewled helplessly against me.

  “It would, it would, but Daddy,” she protested again softly, pulling away for a moment to meet my eyes. “I want more than a kiss. I want that and that,” she said, pointing at our dicks. “Inside me here,” she finished, spreading her legs and showing us that sweet slit. “Please Daddies,” she panted, pulling her cunt lips open, that pink parentheses spreading to reveal gleaming insides, wet and puffy already. “Please,” she pleaded again, shifting her hips so that we could see right up her hole. “Put it in me.”

  And Jed was on it in a sec, a ravenous animal.

  “We will,” he grunted into that soft flesh, voice muffled as he buried his face in that sweet crevice, tasting every inch of her vaginal channel. “We absolutely will. But like Brian said, there’s a right time for everything and that time hasn’t come yet.”

  Angie mewled again, eyes fluttering closed as my law partner sucked hard at her clit, quivering in my arms, breasts heaving.

  “Unnnh!” she moaned out loud, legs spread as her cunt was worshipped. “Unnnh, but when?” she moaned again, panting. “When?”

  I stepped in this time.

  “You’ll give it to us when the time is right,” I soothed. “When the time is right, you’ll know. But for now, baby, just enjoy.” Because I’d lifted her up and put her on the couch, both her legs spread as Jed licked at that sweet flesh. “Lift a little honey, raise your knees and pull ‘em back.”

  The brunette’s brown eyes grew wide, but she did as commanded. Slowly, Angie rolled backwards for better balance while lifting her legs, holding them up, spreading her pins in a delectable vee, giving Jed and I better access as we knelt before her.

  “Like this Daddies?” she whispered hoarsely. “Like this?”

  And oh god, she was so fucking beautiful. That white, fleshy body was spread before us, pussy open and glistening, the pinkness available only to us.

  “Like this?” she moaned again, reaching down and pulling that slit open once more with small hands, baring her all. “Like this?”

  And Jed and I were like two fucking animals. Because we went at that cunt like it was the tastiest treat ever, slurping, licking, devouring her nether lips and nipping at her clit like a dog treat. I clamped onto her hard nub, seizing it in my teeth before shaking it playfully while Jed lapped her wet insides, pulling open her pussy lips further to sample the good stuff.

  But there was more than that. We were after the holy grail, what only virgins have to give, and our quest wasn’t done
. Because shifting positions, I pulled Angie’s vaginal lips apart now, holding her open as Jed prepped himself.

  “That’s right, baby girl,” he muttered, eyes feasting on the pulsing pink wetness. “Let us taste baby girl, let us taste.”

  Angie twisted on the couch in front of us, moaning and whimpering, unable to speak.

  “Let us taste,” my law partner rasped again, and then he was on it. The big man formed his tongue into a spear and slowly, inserted it up her pussy hole. There was so much honey that the big man paused for a moment to let it run down his throat before resuming, sampling the inside of her vaginal cavity.

  “Ohhh,” Angie moaned, big boobs heaving as she panted, pussy gushing non-stop. “Oooh.”

  And suddenly Jed stopped, eyes going wide, meeting mine as he tongue-fucked our little girl.

  “Fuck,” he rasped, going back in once more before pulling back, meeting my eyes hotly. “Fuck, it’s there, it’s absolutely there.”

  I knew what he was talking about. Because we’d seen it on the multiple times Angie had shown her pussy to us, all the times that she pulled herself open for display, begging us to take, to taste, to touch. But we hadn’t gone deep yet, we’ve merely been playing with the virgin, each sex session ramping up a bit, getting a little hotter. And this time, we were sampling her hymen. That’s right, that tiny piece of tissue was inside, unbroken and innocent, proving her virginity. And it belonged to us. Today we were tasting it, we were gonna lick that sacred part of our little girl until she shattered, our tongues buried in her snatch the whole time.

  “Ohh,” Angie moaned, eyes opening as Jed flicked his tongue against that delicate tissue. “Oh I can feel it! You licked my hymen, oh god!” she moaned again, almost delirious. “Unnnh!”

  But I didn’t want to be left out, so in a flash, I was kneeling next to Jed as we crowded around that beautiful twat, worshipping our personal goddess.

  “Spread your legs wider,” I growled, caressing the inside of Angie’s thighs. “More baby, there’s two of us.”

  And the girl tilted her head back again, eyes closed as she practically did the splits to accommodate both our broad frames between her thighs. But it was totally worth it because Jed and I were gonna do a one-two until the little girl passed out, giving her the ride of her life.

  Slowly, I dipped my head until I was breathing on her folds, letting the hot, wet heat hit my face.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, inhaling her essence, the unmistakable cunt aroma that was Angie’s alone. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  And with that, I too buried my mouth into her snatch. My tongue quested up her slippery slick channel until it hit that soft tissue, the rubbery barrier that unmistakably signaled her virginity.

  “Unnnnh!” she cried aloud again, back almost arching off the couch as I tongue-fucked that little snatch. “Unnnh!”

  And Jed and I were fucking animals then. I’d fuck her pussy with my mouth as he tweaked her clit with his fingers, and then we’d rotate, him getting another lick of her hymen as I rimmed her butt, tracing that sweet anal hole.

  “Unnnh! Unnh!” Angie cried again and again, hands on her breasts as we played with both her orifices, pussy gushing like a waterfall now. Brian and I drank that juice until we choked, welcoming the sweet gush into our mouths. And Angie twisted, her channel pulsing slickly on our tongues, legs spread wider and wider as she gave it all to her men.

  “Ohhh Daddies!” she squealed, butt naked in my office, servicing her two bosses. “Ohhhh!”

  And with that, the little girl let go. With my tongue buried deep in that snatch, she jerked once, hard, back almost coming off the couch. But then the girl collapsed, heaving backwards, boobies bouncing as her pussy dissolved in a series of hard tremors.

  “Unnh, unnnh,” the brunette moaned, eyes closed, twisting sinuously as her pussy was ravaged. “Unnnh.”

  And the unbelievable sight of all that white flesh shaking, the pink almost slamming onto my face, made the crest in my groin rage like a tidal wave. My balls went high and tight, everything focused on this little girl and I swiped my tongue one last time over her hymen before rising up over that trembling, quaking female body.

  “FUCK!” I roared, gripping my shaft as white semen erupted from my dick, splattering her nubile body with thick, viscous streams of cum. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  Jed joined in the symphony too. Except mofo is a dirty one, he wasn’t just gonna give her a cum shower. That asshole knelt between Angie’s thighs gripping his cock with one hand, and pointed himself straight at her honey hole before ejaculating. That’s right, jet after jet of his hot fuck coated Angie’s sweet pussy, painting her labia and clit in a thick coat of man goo, dripping and delicious.

  “FUCK!” came his roar as well, blue eyes blazing, never leaving the sinuous female form before us. “Fuck!”

  And whaddya know, but Angie’s pussy ate it up. The pink folds quaked deliciously and oh god, but Jed’s hot white looked like it was disappearing into her sweet cavern. That’s right, semen was going up that pussy and I needed to stop it because Angie’s not on anything, or not as far as I know. So I did it in the fastest, most efficient way possible. Dropping to my knees, I put myself in the line of fire and began slurping Jed’s come from her hole. That’s right, I drank my lover’s seed, and it tasted even better because it was mixed with the unmistakable tang of our best girl’s cunt, and oh shit, but the cocktail was incredible. Hungrily, I lapped and gulped, supposedly to prevent the semen from getting in, but really just so that I could sample their juices commingled together.

  “Unnh,” I moaned gutturally, the heavenly delight melting on my tongue. “Fuck this is good.”

  Jed merely chuckled, pushing me out of the way.

  “Leave some for me, asshole,” he said. “Don’t be such a fucking prick.”

  And we were both like dogs then, lapping at Angie’s wet cunt, trailing our tongues over her sweet flesh as she quivered and trembled, the last aftershocks of orgasm making her pussy jump.

  “Oooh,” the girl moaned, half-delirious, head lolling back and forth on the sofa cushion. “Oooh.”

  And sharing a knowing gaze, Jed and I kissed each other hard before sinking back on our knees to worship our little female. Because this was beyond my wildest dreams. I was having brutal, pounding sex with my male law partner, the type that makes your anus sore afterwards, limping around the office. And yet we were also had a nubile, teen female as part of our trio, and Angie’s sweet presence gave a completely different dimension to the love-making. With the brunette, we were generous, offering her our all, taking her through her paces without making her uncomfortable. Because Jed and I are animals yeah, but there’s a time and place for everything, and Angie hasn’t been introduced to the deepest, darkest sides of us yet.

  But it’s just a matter of time. Our little girl has the body of a succubus, that tasty twat and heaving breasts perfect to satisfy two dominant alpha males, perfect to host two men, two hard, hot and hungry cocks. So we’ll take her there when the time is right … and Angie will love it, giving us her all.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Jed

  Am I a master of corruption? Yeah, probably. Because I fuck women and men both, what can I say? People who didn’t even know they liked dick before like it after they’ve had a taste of mine. Guilty, you ask? Naw, I never feel guilty. I consider it bringing out the best in my partners, helping them explore a part of them they didn’t even know existed.

  But something’s different about the current situation. One, because Brian’s my law partner and best buddy from school. It’s not like he’s some random stranger I picked up at a bar, hot as fuck, a bareback cowboy. This is my business partner for crying out loud, our lives are intertwined financially, and if he goes down, then shit, I’m headed down the pipes as well. So yeah, this ain’t no male gigolo, some one night fuck for money. He’s the real thing.

  And it’s doubly odd because I’ve avoided commitments my entire life. I’ve dated, I
’ve gone out, I’ve hooked up, I’ve even “seen” women for a couple months at a time, but I’m not a relationship dude. It just never seemed necessary, there’s too much hot pussy and hard dick out there to sample. Why would you have only one dessert when you can have the entire feast? Why would you tie yourself down to one dick or one steaming cunt, when you can have a different one every night?

  So it’s already incredible that I’m “married” to Brian via our law practice. We’ve been open a couple years, and like they say, dissolving a business partnership can be harder than a divorce sometimes. It’s that ugly, that time-consuming, and that fucking expensive.

  But Brian is the right guy to have a practice with. I know him, and he’s honorable, fair-minded, and a good boss and a stellar lawyer. Too bad he’s also naïve sometimes, that bitch Hannah played him like violin, getting it on with all sorts of guys around town right under his nose. And I know, because of course, I was her first target.

  “Hi,” she’d murmured flirtatiously, sashaying towards my desk. “Hi, how are you Jed?”

  My dick jerked just as a biological response. Hannah’s not my type, she’s blonde and skinny but at the same time, cunt is cunt and I could smell it from a mile away.

  “Hannah,” I said coldly. “What gives?”

  “Oh nothing,” she said airily, sitting herself down in a chair. “Nothing, why?”

  I snorted.

  “Why the fuck are you here then?” I glared. “What the hell, you know your husband isn’t at the office right now.” Jed had a trial, he was downtown arguing his brains out, convincing the judge that his client wasn’t guilty. “He’ll be back at five,” I grunted.

  But Hannah merely looked at me coyly, flipping a blonde curl over her shoulder.