Dave told me afterward he was on his way to the bathroom that morning when by chance he overheard me and Tom. By chance? Sure. “It’s either fucking or fighting,” he said. “You can’t always tell.” More nonsense. For starters, I wasn’t saying anything because my mouth was full of Tom’s fat cock. I suppose there might have been a slurp or two because, hey, I’m putting my all into this, you know?
There was some heavy breathing from Tom going on then, maybe a, “Yeah, like that!” and I barely noticed when Dave opened the door and stepped into our room. A little brush of air on my bare butt, and I felt it cool between my legs I was already so wet, but that’s it.
It had all flowed together that morning. I was in the warm fuzzy place between sleep and waking where I knew I had to get up, I had a million things to do, but already summer was warm on my bare skin and who wants to abandon that?
My eyes were still closed and I’d thrown my top sheet back and my hands had begun to wander a little, but before I got started I heard the toilet flush and water running in the bathroom sink. When I opened my eyes Tom stood beside our bed. He was half-hard already and I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too.
I sat up in bed and moved to face him and tucked my feet under me. I feel small that way. I’m pretty tiny in the first place and I like it when Tom and Dave make me feel even tinier. I feel protected. It’s even better when they impose themselves and make me submit to their unbridled male lusts. Look, it’s a game the three of us play, OK? Outside of the game I’m no sub. I defend myself, the guys know that. It’s no problem, believe me. Besides, I have teeth.
I pressed my nose against Tom’s belly. He smelled of sleep. A hint of sweat, maybe something else I couldn’t identify but my brain knew what it was, Tom smelled like a man. There was another thing. Christ, in a second I realized the garlic he’d chopped last night was still on his hands this morning, under his nails, maybe. As he cupped my cheek in one hand and dragged his other palm across my face, I felt each callus when he touched my mouth with his fingers and traced my lips.
When I sucked one finger his cock stiffened against my breast. My hair is long and it brushes my back almost all the way to my butt. Easy to grab, and Tom leaned down then and took two handfuls and stuck his nose all the way in and sniffed. Shampoo. The guy loves my shampoo. Probably a little sweat, too, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Without a word he straightened up and pulled my face to his dick. “Jane,” is all he said. He was in a hurry. I wasn’t.
I barely touched him with three fingers. His cock isn’t all that long but it’s round and thick. I don’t know about other girls but with me wherever he puts it he fills me. He gasped when I ran the tips of my fingers, barely touching him, over that little rumply good spot on the underside.
His balls are wrinkly and rough and Tom loves it when I drag my fingers or even my fingernails across them. I can tell by the way he gasps and draws a breath and holds it. I’d embarrass him if I said he lets out a whimper or two sometimes, but he does. I’m looking for the easy way up the mountain here, at least for now. It’ll be the long way around, kind of, but I’ll get him all the way there, he knows it. Let’s be honest, along this part of the journey guys all sound pretty much the same, but he’s my Tom and I like hearing it from him.
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