Caught in the Crossfire Ch. 06

Buster wouldn't be deterred, "So let me get this straight, we get to fuck the pretty princess and forget about the favor you owe us. Is that right?"

"Sounds about right, is it a deal?"

Buster looked down at Brittany, and asked, "You down with this, sister?"

Brittany swallowed hard while squeaking out a feeble response, "I guess so...yes."

Jack waited for an answer, but Jerome and Buster just stood looking at each other as if they aren't sure, now. Their hesitation was beginning to grate of Jack. He was about to tell them to shit or get off the pot, when Jerome piped up, "How much time we get with the bitch?"

Jack rolled his eyes and quipped, "How about ten minutes. That's nine minutes more than you usually take."

This time Buster broke out in laughter, saying, "Well that shit is right."

"Hey, fuck you, Buster..."

Jerome is about to start a diatribe, detailing his sexual prowess and staying power, when Jack cut him off, "No more than two hours. Now is it a deal, or not?"

They both kicked off their shoes as an answer.

Buster asked, "You joining us, Jack?"

"Not this time. I'll be waiting for you outside when you're finished. I've got some things I need to talk to you about, but enjoy yourselves until then."

Jerome commented, "You sure you don't want some of this, Jack? I don't know any bitches that don't want all their holes filled at the same time. Come on, homes, stay a while and slide that white dick into the bitches mouth. It'll keep her from screaming too loud and waking the neighbors."

"No thanks, Jerome, and go easy on her ass. No pain, right guys?"

"Right," the cousins said, laughingly, and in unison.

Finding herself alone, Brittany's heart was racing in her chest as she watched the two men undress. She sat with her knees locked together, her arms stiff at her sides. A fine sweat broke out along her face and between her breasts, and nausea was starting to well up from deep inside her guts.

Fight or flight, she thought, More like puke, then run.

Now that the moment had arrived to put out or suffer the consequences, she was sure she would bolt out the door. However, something kept her glued to the bed, something primal working against her better judgment: an innate curiosity.

She had always wondered what it would be like making love to two men at the same time. It had almost happened to her, once, back in college, when she got too drunk with a couple of boys she liked, but for whatever reason, it never occurred. Yet, ever since, she mused about it from time to time. A harmless fantasy she indulged in, usually when Santos neglected her for work. She never gave it much serious attention, though, and certainly never acted on it under normal circumstances.

She smiled as she thought, What the fuck does that mean anymore, normal circumstances? Normal went out the window weeks ago, along with my modesty and my pride.

Now, staring the fantasy in the face, her mental anxiety from moments before was quickly giving way to unabashed excitement of her heart. It wasn't long until her mind followed suit, buttressing the submission of her heart, with feeble calls toward logic: she had to do this for what's left of her marriage. She had no choice.

Buster and Jerome dropped their drawers at the same time.

All Brittany could do was gasp as she stared at their naked bodies. Jerome was about Jack's size, maybe a little longer, but not as thick. Buster, on the other hand, was aptly named...

Buster...bust her...bust her...bust her wide open. She kept rolling the phrase around in her head, like a ping pong ball caught in a dryer, as she giggled, moronically.

Holding his flaccid cock by the base, Buster waved it as a taunt in front of Brittany's face, while saying, "Too bad Jack left. I wonder what he'd say about the myth now."

Brittany just smiled and responded, whimsically, "He'd probably ask if you knew how to use it."

Buster smiled back at her little dig, and said, rhetorically, "Is that right?" Then, bending over, he took Brittany's hands and pulled off the bed, saying, "Come on up here, Candy girl, and give Buster a little sugar."

Brittany wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, and kept kissing him as he lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.

As Buster and Brittany continued kissing, Jerome went behind her, unclasped her bra, and fondled her breasts until her nipples burst into full hardness at his touch. He didn't tarry there too long before venturing to his true avenue of desire.

When Brittany felt Jerome fondling her ass, she hiked herself up a little higher, pushing Buster's face between her tits. Buster took her mounds greedily into his mouth, sucking and massaging one, and then the other. Brittany softly begged him not to stop as she wrapped her arms tightly around his head.

Jerome hiked her dress above her thighs while sliding both of his hands down her panties. Squeezing and kneading the taut globes of her ass for a moment, he soon ventured probing fingers deeper between her cleft.

Brittany moaned loudly as she felt a finger gently probing and circling her anus, while two slipped deep into her vulva. She grabbed at the back of Buster's head, forcing his mouth hard onto a breast.

He responded by sucking and nipping at her hardened areola and nipple of one breast, while roughly clamping a hand and massaging the other against his whiskered cheek. Her body shuddered in ecstasy at the treatment, as she tightened the grip of her legs around his waist.

Jerome had wetted his thumb, sliding it deep into her anus, the fingers of his other hand centered on her clitoris. Already a hardened pebble and slick with copious arousal, Jerome worked his fingers in a circling pattern, causing Brittany to shudder, again.

Continuing to work his thumb slowly within her ass, Jerome slipped a third finger into her drenched pussy.

It's all Brittany needed as she went rigid. A faint, "Oh fuck," escaped her lips as a gentle wave washed over her.

It was such a quiet orgasm that neither of the two men noticed. Not until Buster felt her grip slacken from around his head and waist, did he realize Brittany came.

He gave her a little peck on the lips, and said, "Well ain't you the cutest little quiet fuck I ever did have. Get that Jerome? The bitch just came."

"Ha, and that was just with my fingers, baby. Wait 'till you feel my dick in ya. You'll be screamin' then. Come on, Buster, bring that bitch over to the bed. Time to par-tay."

Jerome parked himself on one side of the bed, placing the box of rubbers on the nightstand next to him. Buster then laid Brittany on her back between him and Jerome. The cousins wanted to play with Brittany a bit more, before really getting down and dirty.

Each of the men took a breast, fondling and sucking on them gently.

Brittany moaned loudly at the dual sensations the cousins imparted—Jerome being a licker and a sucker, Buster more of a pincher and a nibbler. She arched her back, greatly, pressing her breasts more forcefully against their mouth. She reciprocated their foreplay by softly stroking their cocks, one with each hand, and as she ran teasing fingers playfully along their shafts, both of their members swelled up fat, hard, and large to greet her massaging hand.

Grown to full hardness, both men pressed their massive tools into Brittany's hips, as they continued to suck wildly on her breasts. She responded in kind, spreading her legs wide and forcing her thighs and hips even tighter against their hardened cocks. She let out a soft moan of amazement and arousal, feeling their hot rods pressed so deeply into her flesh as they both shifted their own hips against her using a slow fucking motion.

Any reluctance about being used like a whore quickly evaporated now that she had two, well-endowed men to play with. Thoughts that Brittany had never entertained before, deliciously naughty thoughts of what she wanted them to do to her, flooded her mind. Mostly, though, she wanted them to stop the tease, stop the torment of only sliding those members along her body. Just push them hard and reckless into her, anywhere and everywhere.

"Fuck me," she commanded, but it came out sounding more like a plea.

They ignored her, sucking on her breasts harder.

This is maddening. Why don't they fuck me? I know they want to fuck me, I can feel them digging into my leg. Maybe they didn't hear.

"Fuck me," she says, louder, "Please!"

The two men only laugh.

Brittany wanted to plead again, but she felt their hands caressing her vulva, quieting her sex-addled mind.

One of them went high, slowly rubbing her slickened clitoris, while the other went low, slipping two, then three, fingers into her pussy.

She let out a loud, long moan of pleasure, and spread her legs as wide as she could. She could feel the wave approaching again, deep within her this time, and growing.

The one who went low, probably Jerome, went even lower, sliding two of his slickened fingers deep into her anus. At the same time, Buster slid three fingers into her cunt. Both of them gently massaged her insides until her legs and body twitched to the growing ecstasy.

Her wave was approaching faster, building ever higher. Her mind reeled as much as her body to the sensations of their massaging fingers, pulling her further into a vast fog of forgetfulness and want.

The wave was near its crest.

"Jesus," she squealed, "Oh my...fuck...Jesus."

She heard Jerome whisper into her ear, "Just think, this is just with our fingers, bitch. You're gonna' have to beg us better than this if you want the real thing."

With eyes closed, Brittany smiled at his taunt, Oh, I'll beg like the slut-whore that I am.

And as she slid deeper into sexual bliss, another thought entered her mind, Why can everyone make love to me better than Santos? Life really isn't fair at all.

When Buster rubbed a hard thumb across her swollen clit, the wave broke. Her body shuddered and jerked violently from the numerous waves that crested and fell across her. Still a quiet fuck with strangers, she utters only soft grunts as each wave passes, causing the two men to laugh at her cute, little, muffled sounds of desire.

Brittany lay panting when it's over.

Jerome nuzzled her neck with his soft lips and continued to fondle her breast, while Buster's fingers spend a little more time in her warm pussy, bleeding that last remnant of pleasure out from her climax. Seeing the satisfied look on her face, he brings his arousal-soaked fingers up to her mouth, allowing her to suck greedily on them. When she finished cleaning his fingers, Buster said, "You've had your fun, momma, let's see how you reward us."

Brittany didn't have to be told twice. Staying between the two cousins, she flipped around, assuming the position Jack always favored, on her elbows and knees. She lustfully eyes the biggest and meatiest cock in front of her before pulling Buster into her mouth. She sucked on him with long, slow bobs of her head, matching the motions of her mouth with an accompanying stroking hand along his shaft. Her head began to swim. She loved the taste of his cock. It was so warm, and so very hard as he slid within her mouth. She felt her pussy twitch again, thinking about when he would finally push it into her warm, wet sex.

Jerome gave her ass a hard spank as she was spending too much time with Buster.

Brittany quickly shifted over, and sucked on him in like manner. Given that Jerome's cock wasn't as large as his cousin's, nor as thick as Jack's, she was able to take him deeper into her mouth right from the start.

Jerome uttered a deep, throaty rumble that Brittany could almost feel through his cock, each time she took him deep into her tightened throat.

Impatient, Buster spanked her ass this time. Shifting over to renew her attentions, she pulled him in deeper this time while still using a long, slow bob of her head.

Buster liked that she took him in as far as she could without being told, and commented, "Damn, Jack teach you how to suck cock, or are you naturally gifted? I swear you suck cock like a pro?"

Brittany didn't bother to answer Buster's insulting tease of a question.

There's another, loud spank, as Jerome says, "Come on, bitch, bring that pretty mouth over here."

As Brittany slid him into her mouth, Jerome lifted his hips to greet her. "That's it, bitch, pull me right in...farther, bitch...farther...that's a girl."

Brittany gagged a bit as Jerome forced his cock up into her. She came off him for a second, gasping for air and swallowing her excess spit, before descending down on him again. Taking him a little deeper this time, she resumed the bob and her stroking hand.

There's another spank to her ass. It was Buster's turn. Again, like Jerome, he pushed into her mouth as she went down on him, and she kept pulling him in, gagging the whole way. She got him in about halfway before stopping in order to grab some air.

Buster approved of her effort, and said, "That's it, momma, suck on that black pole like a good bitch. Damn, I ain't never seen a white girl take me so deep, so quick."

"And damn few sistas," Jerome added, as he patted her cherry-red rump.

Back and forth between them she went, with the intervals of time between their spanks becoming less and less. Her ass glowed red and felt like it was on fire from all their hard slaps. She didn't mind it, though. In fact, Brittany relished the feeling, so filled with desire and arousal brought on by their rough play and dirty talk. It felt like she could almost come each time they spanked her with the other's cock deep in her mouth.

Buster slid a hand between her legs, feeling nothing but warm wetness, and commented to Jerome, "Damn, you should feel momma's pussy. It's dripping like a warm, wet sponge. I think this bitch's gonna come just from sucking our dicks."

"You can keep the pussy, but I sure like that fine ass of hers."

"Oh, come on, man. How can you pass up that tight, warm and wet, little pussy? It feels so fine when you slide your dick all the way in and hear the horny bitches beg you to go deeper."

"Hey coz, her ass is just as warm and a whole lot tighter."

Brittany was inching Buster's cock back into her mouth, when she felt Jerome's hard hands gripping her hips. Pulling her ass around so that it pointed away from the headboard, he said to her, "You keep sucking on coz's dick like a good bitch. Ol' Jerome's got a big surprise for...damn, man!"

"What's wrong?" Buster asked.

"We forgot lube, man. Shit. I don't want to pop this little bitch's can without any lube. Make her cry."

"Ube,,,inga...ag," Brittany mumbled around Buster's cock.

Seeing Brittany talking with a cock in her mouth tickled Jerome's funny bone. He asked, laughingly, "What you say, momma?"

Pulling Buster's cock out to speak clearly, she answered, "There's lube in the bag, on the table."

"Well, what do you know," Jerome says happily, as he reaches into the bag for the lube, "That's my boy, Jack. He thinks of everything."

Putting the bottle of lube next to him on the bed while kneeling behind her, Jerome took one last look at Brittany's well-formed ass before putting his face full into it.

Having Jerome tongue her ass was a new and odd sensation for Brittany, and she wasn't sure whether she liked it or not. It's weird enough having a well lubed finger or cock working its way around in there, but having Jerome's tongue digging deeper into her hindquarters is bordering on the bizarre. She just hoped he didn't want her to reciprocate.

Instinctively, she moved away from Jerome's playful tongue while creeping further up Buster's body.

Buster put a firm hand on the top of her head, stopping her. "Where you going, momma?"

Brittany babbled, "I...I...I just...I..."

"Aye-aye, momma, you a sailor or something," Buster mocked, laughingly, while pushing her back toward Jerome. "You just stick that bubble ass of yours back into Jerome's face. I know it's strange and he's strange, but he's my cousin and he loves eating a sweet momma's ass, so you be cool about it. Now, get back on Buster's cock with your pretty mouth like a good bitch."

Jerome continued digging his tongue deeper into Brittany's ass while sliding a firm, massaging thumb into her pussy.

He must have been doing something right, because she sank her mouth on Buster's cock faster than a frog's tongue can snatch an insect out of the air.

Buster blurts out with joy as Brittany nearly swallows him whole, "Hoo wee, you keep going what your doing, coz. She's diggin' it now. Damn, this bitch is the best cocksucker I ever had. I think I might skip the pussy, I'm enjoying her mouth so much."

Jerome snickered, "I know. They all love it, even if they don't like to say. 'Specially when they know what's to follow. Right momma, you want Jerome's cock in that bubble ass of yours?"

Brittany didn't respond. Inflamed with desire by their lusty words, she continued to pull Buster's cock as deep into her mouth as she could, all while pushing her bottom back firmly against Jerome's tongue.

"You hear me, momma," Jerome mumbled around a mouthful of ass, "You want Jerome's big cock sliding into your tight ass?"

Brittany quickly came off Buster's cock, panting heavily. As thick strands of her saliva dripped off her lips, coating Buster's cock, she loudly responds, "Do you need to ask? Yes! Fuck me there!"

"That's want I like to hear. Bitches in heat," Jerome commented, laughingly. "Hey Buster, how 'bout we double her up."

"No man, I don't like that double shit. You know that. I don't want your junk next to mine. Even if we are cousins and all, it's freaky shit."

Jerome pleaded, "Come on, man. She's got the juiciest little bubble ass I've ever tasted on a white girl, and I don't want to wait for you to be done with her pussy."

"Then you take her first. I can wait for her pussy as long as she keeps drooling on my dick the way she's doing."

Jerome continued to beg, "Oh come on man. These bitches love two at a time. I haven't met a white girl yet who didn't want two brothers filling her at once. Shit, I guarantee she'll be begging us to have our kids when we're done." Then, to Brittany, he comments, "Ain't that right, momma. After tonight, you're going to beg us to have our kids because our dicks feel so good in your tight holes."

Buster cupped her cheek with his hand, as he said, "That sound good to you momma? You want us to breed you?"

Slightly irritated by their arrogance, Brittany just rolled her eyes in response.

Buster saw the pleading look on Jerome's face, and finally gave in, "All right. You better get your end ready, first."

After Jerome retrieved the rubbers, he took his time lubing Brittany's rear end up, gradually sipping one, two, and then all the fingers on one hand inside her.

The feeling was incredible for Brittany. So much so that she fell off sucking on Buster's cock as the euphoria encapsulated her groin. Buster didn't mind, as he got a lot of enjoyment watching her contorting face become flushed with obvious arousal and lust.

Jerome spent a good ten minutes working his fingers in and around until her body relaxed and her asshole seemed loose. However, Brittany still must have been nervous with the cousins, because she tensed up as soon as Jerome tried to enter her.

Repeatedly, he tried inching his way inside her ass, and repeatedly, Brittany bolted forward, away from the pain, and slamming her head into Buster's chest in the process. Right away, she knew Jerome wasn't as gentle or patient as Jack, and at times she got frustrated and angry with him.

"Jesus fucking Christ, go a little, fucking slower, will you!" she would bark on occasion.

Jerome usually answered with, "Just relax. I'm barely pushing into you, bitch."