Insatiable Pt. 05

PART 5 - BDSM & BBQ

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JACK

Jack had been dying to talk to Killian. He was so curious what she'd been up to. He'd wanted to give her some space though. He didn't want to distract her while she was with Logan. He thought she was probably alone currently though and decided to text her.

J: Good morning beautiful

K: Good morning sexy boyfriend

He hadn't expected a reply so quickly. It was only 7:00 AM.

J: You're up early

K: Been up for a bit. Kicked Logan out an hour ago. Been paranoid about my mom coming in unannounced after the other week

J: Good call

J: You have fun last night?

K: I did.

K: Your brother is mean

J: I can't wait to get all the juicy details of what you've been up to when I get back

J: Have you taken him in the ass yet?

K: Yes last night

J: Thought he was just coming over to cuddle?

K: Yeah but I really needed to get fucked so I managed to persuade him

J: I love how slutty you act when you're horny

J: It's crazy hot

K: I'm all yours as soon as you're back

K: I can't wait to feel you inside me again

J: Are you still in bed Kil

K: Yeah. You?

J: Yeah. And rock hard now

K: Are you touching it?

J: A little bit. I wasn't planning on it but I got worked up thinking about you and now I have to

K: That's really hot

K: I wish I was there to help

J: Me too baby. This load of cum deserves to go inside you

K: Fuck now I'm touching myself too. Thinking about you cumming gets me so hot

J: God that's so sexy

Jack started moving his hand faster. Knowing Killian was masturbating right now was a huge turn on.

J: Are you playing with your clit?

K: Yeah I'm rubbing it. It feels really good. It's making me really wet

J: Are you gonna make yourself cum?

K: Yeah I need it

K: Are you close

J: Yeah I'm getting there

K: Where are you going to cum?

J: Probably a sock

K: not sexy

Jack let out of a snort of laughter.

J: What did you expect?

K: You could cum on your stomach

J: Eh more mess

K: Yeah but I bet you'd look so hot with it splattered on you

J: Is that what gets you going?

He didn't think she'd ever mentioned that before. Then again, he didn't know why he was surprised. She was obsessed with cum.

K: Yeah

K: Maybe you should do it and then send me a pic

K: Your brother did

J: Sent you a pic of his cum?

K: Yeah all over his chest and stomach

K: And then I came to it

J: Alright cumslut. Gimme a minute

Jack wasn't jealous per se, but he certainly wasn't going to be outdone by his brother. He sat up a bit and worked his rod quickly until he felt his sack start to tighten. He aimed his cock up carefully and finished himself off. He had about five ejaculations in total and almost all of it landed on him.

He took a selfie, being sure to capture his full torso and all the cum now on it--and the tip of his cock, for good measure--and sent it to Killian.

K: Oh Jack that's so fucking hot

K: I love how much there is

K: I love your body

K: I miss your perfect cock

J: Thanks babe

K: I just made myself cum looking at it

J: I'm glad you liked it so much

Her pleasure made the minor amount of clean up needed worth it.

God, he missed her so much. Monday maybe have been only a day away, but Jack felt like it was going to be a long 24 hours. He sighed and decided to check in with Logan too.

J: Hey man

J: How's it going?

L: Sup bro

L: Having a very enjoyable weekend. How about you?

J: It's alright. Probably not nearly as enjoyable as yours lol

L: Yeah you're probably right about that

L: You'll be back soon though

J: You have plans with Kil today?

L: If I have your blessing

J: You do

L: Then yes. It looks like I have the house to myself for a bit and I'd like to take advantage of that

J: Nice

L: You sure you're still cool with this? You seem a bit off

J: Yeah just missing my girl. I'm good with you being with her though

KILLIAN

Killian was alone in the house by the time she came out of her room. After kicking Logan out, she'd talked dirty to Jack for a while and got herself off, then she took a nap. Eventually she got up, took a shower, and threw on some clothes. When she wandered into the kitchen around 10:30 AM, she was met with silence. She cracked open a Red Bull, feeling too lazy to bother making coffee, and looked at the calendar posted on the wall, showing the family's schedule. Today read, Mason-Johnson golf day.

Killian couldn't help grinning. Both sets of parents were gone. It was an hour and a half drive to the country club, so golf was usually an all-day affair. Perfect.

She pulled her phone out and texted Logan right away.

K: Mason-Johnson golf day

L: I don't golf

K: Not you. Parents.

K: Today is golf day

L: Convenient

L: You free?

K: Yes

L: Then get your ass over here ASAP

L: I am going to make you scream

K: Yes sir

L: Door is unlocked

L: I expect you to be naked by the time you get to my room

K: Yes sir

Killian let herself into the Johnson's house 10 minutes later. She went through the kitchen to the back of the house. Logan's room was previously upstairs, but he had turned the rec room on the main floor into his bedroom for more privacy AKA so he didn't have to listen to Jack and Killian fucking constantly through the wall.

The house was quiet. She pulled her shirt off over her head as she walked down the back hallway. Her heart had quickened with anticipation. She stopped outside his door to take the rest of her clothes off before entering.

"Open the door, Killian." She heard his voice through the door.

"Just a sec," she called, shimmying out of her shorts quickly.

"Now."

Shit. She pushed the door open. She was still wearing her undergarments.

He turned his cool blue gaze to her, and said, "Didn't I tell you to be undressed by the time you got to my room?"

"I would have been if you hadn't told me to open the door," she said, disgruntled.

"Get your ass over here," he growled. She did as he said, dropping the clothes she had managed to take off next to his bed. "You were to have your clothes off by the time you got to my room. Not stand outside my room and take them off before coming in."

"Oh," she squeaked. She hadn't considered that nuance. "I'm sorry," she breathed, realizing she had not followed orders adequately.

"Finish taking your clothes off," said Logan coolly, standing up. She took the remaining garments off in a hurry. Bra, panties, and socks hit the floor. "Bend over and put your hands on the bed. Spread your legs." She assumed the position without argument. "You were still wearing three pieces of clothing," he tutted. He ran his hand over her ass, and she shivered. "Keep your eyes forward," he instructed.

Killian's heart pounded in her chest. He was going to punish her.

She heard the sharp snap of leather. She started, surprised, when she felt his belt being dragged across her butt; it felt cool and smooth. She froze when it was no longer touching her, tensed in anticipation of what would come next. She'd agreed to this. She'd said she wanted it.

She flinched when he struck her with it the first time, but was shocked to find it very light. It hadn't even stung. He did that several times, increasing the strength just a little bit each time until her body had started to relax and she felt a comfortable little sting with each hit. It wasn't bad at all. It was actually kind of nice. Just as she was thinking it, Logan then increased the strength a little more. Still not painful, but much more purposeful.

"I'm going to belt you once for each piece of clothing you still had on when you got up here. Each time I strike you, you will say, thank you, Sir. Sound fair?"

She nodded. "I take it these ones didn't count?"

"Correct. Are you ready for the first one?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, Sir," she added quickly.

"Number one," he said.

She gasped as leather met skin. He'd used a much stronger hand than before.

"How did that feel?" he asked her.

"Fine," she replied. "Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, slut."

Now, knowing what to expect, she braced herself for the next one.

Smack. Harder.

Her hands bunched in fists on his bedspread. "Thank you, Sir," she squeaked.

He paused before the third. She was tense. Expecting it. She was startled when she felt his hand gently touch her ass; he stroked the stinging flesh and placed a kiss on the tender spot.

"Are you ready for number three, princess?" he asked.

She nodded.

The final strike made her moan loudly, though it wasn't excruciating, as she'd mentally prepared herself for.

"Thank you, Sir," she breathed.

She flinched a little when he placed a hand on her again, soft as his touch was. He moved it between her legs, parting her lips carefully and slowly stroking one finger down her slit.

"I'm not sure if that was really punishment, was it, Killian?" He teased her wetness with his fingers. "It feels like all it did was make your pussy wet."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry for not following my instructions? Or sorry for getting off on your punishment?"

"Both."

LOGAN

She was so hot. So fucking hot. He couldn't believe how wet she'd gotten from his belt. It had taken a lot of will power not to keep going. Not to get carried away...but it was hard when she clearly liked it so much.

"Maybe it would work if I went a little harder," he suggested. "Perhaps we'll revisit that sometime." He gave her ass an affectionate slap. "Turn over."

Killian sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Logan knelt between them. He lowered his head, placing a kiss on her clit before gently starting to suck on it.

"Logan," she moaned, "that feels so good." He could do the most incredible things with his lips.

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, working a finger into her slippery pussy. She let out a soft cry as he started to put pressure on her g-spot. She was so damn tight. Logan couldn't stop himself from wondering how good it would feel to be buried deeply in it. Not that he would do it, of course. He completely respected Jack's wish of not fucking Killian's pussy, but it didn't stop him from thinking wistfully of it on occasion.

Logan withdrew his, now well lubricated, finger from her snatch and pressed gently on her backdoor with it. He heard a sharp intake of breath from her as her ring yielded to his finger.

"Are you sore from last night?" he asked.

"Not really."

"Good. Because you will be tomorrow," he said, finally fitting the whole length of his finger into her asshole. "I'm in the mood to fuck you today. And I don't feel like being gentle." By the time Logan was done speaking, he'd noticed quite a lot of cum ooze out of her pussy. "Think you can handle that, buttslut?"

"Yes, Sir," she said bravely. Logan wondered if Killian was really as comfortable with anal as she sounded or if she was a masochist. Either would be great. Both would be amazing.

With his other hand, Logan fit a finger inside her pussy so he was penetrating both holes at the same time. He tongued her clit until she was squirming. He paused to ask, "Think you could handle this but with cock instead of my fingers?"

"Which hole?" asked Killian, her breathing growing heavier.

"Both. One cock in each hole."

"Like you and Jack?"

"Unless you have two other studs who are willing to fuck you together."

"I don't think y'all can fit in me at the same time," she said with a wide-eyed, innocent look that made Logan want to see just how much he could fit inside her.

"We'll get it to fit, don't worry," he growled. "You love brother dick so fucking much that you'd get off harder than you ever have before if we were fucking you at the same time. Bet it would make you squirt." Killian just gazed at him wearing an expression that was part stunned and part lusty. "God, I can see it in your eyes," he continued. "You want that so fucking bad, don't you, you twisted little slut?"

"Yes, I do," Killian admitted.

Logan's mouth was already busy with her clit again. He was sucking on it while he lightly fingered both her holes. Her hips were bucking and she kept thrusting into his hands.

"Fuck," she panted. "Fuck. Oh fuck." She was so worked up.

"What is it, princess?" he asked sweetly. "Are you going to cum?" He knew taking a break from her clit long enough to speak to her would be enough to keep her on the edge. "Did you get that turned on by the idea of Jack and I taking you together?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Your sloppy cunt is gushing all over my finger, dirty girl." It was true. And it was insanely hot. "Killian, I want you to repeat after me: I am a dirty girl."

"I am a dirty girl," she said.

"I am a slut for two brothers."

"I am a slut for two brothers."

"I want to be their plaything."

"I want to be their plaything," she repeated.

"I'm going to make you cum now, Killian," he told her. "I want you repeat those three sentences until you've finished cumming. Do you remember them?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." His lips returned their non-speaking job. He'd figured out just how she liked it and he was ready to give her what she wanted.

"I am a dirty girl," he heard Killian start her speech. "I am a slut for two brothers. I want to be their plaything."

Logan was sucking her clit with rhythmic dedication.

"I am a dirty girl. I am a slut for two brothers. I want to be their plaything," her voice wavered slightly.

Logan could feel both her holes clenching on his fingers. Her body was tense. She was so close.

"I am a dirty girl I am a slut for two brothers I want to be their plaything I am a dirty girl I am a slut for two brothers," her voice was getting all breathy, but she diligently continued her chant. "I want to be their plaything."

He continued his steady pace as her muscles began to spasm. She shuddered. She tried to close her knees as the pleasure overwhelmed her but Logan pulled his fingers out of her and forced them apart. He kept his lips firmly on her clit though.

"I am a dirty girl. I am a slut for two brothers. I want--" she stammered, "I want to be their plaything." She clutched the back of Logan's head, encouraging the stimulation his tongue provided while she came. "I-I am..." She could barely speak, completely taken by her orgasm. "I am a dirty girl!" she moaned loudly.

Logan let up on her, only when he was sure she had finished cumming. "Yes, you are," he agreed, standing up and grabbing the lube from his bedside table. "Come with me, slut. Time to get fucked."

His room, being the former den, still had a couch in it, which was where he was headed. The arm rest was a little taller than his bed, and he needed the extra height for what he wanted to do with her. He sat Killian on one of the heavily padded, leather arms of the sofa and pulled her butt to the edge. Logan poured a bit of lube into his palm and worked it over the head and then down the shaft until the whole thing was slick. He wiped the rest on her anus.

He aligned his cock with the tiny hole he was about to enter. He pressed his rigid member into her slowly, feeling her squeeze him inch by inch. He'd only ever taken Killian from behind before. Now, he got to see her while he entered her. The way she bit her lip when he sank his cock in all the way was so hot. He took her by the legs, pulling out a little before thrusting deeply into her.

"I love how wet your pussy gets when I fuck your ass," said Logan, touching the fluid leaking from her hole. Killian's only response was a loud moan as he moved in and out, spearing her steadily with his shaft. Logan started working one of his fingers into her dripping slit.

"Sir," she squeaked, "your finger won't fit while you're in my ass."

"You have to try, princess. I'm letting you practice for taking two dicks at the same time. How else will you be able to take brother dick?" At that, Killian thrust herself onto his shaft a little quicker. She was soaking wet, and he finally managed to wedge his finger inside all the way.

"Can you feel your cock with your finger?" asked Killian.

"Yes." He stroked her hole slowly. "You can feel for yourself," he suggested. "Put your finger in next to mine."

"But, Sir," she probably knew there was no use in protesting, "I'm so full already."

"I know," he groaned. "It feels incredible." Killian tentatively pressed her finger against Logan's, fighting for limited space. Her copious lubrication allowed her to squeeze the tip in. "That's it," Logan encouraged her as she whimpered. "Just a little more." He could tell it was a lot for her. She was trying so hard for him. Logan had stayed still while she was trying to stretch herself, but once her finger was next to his, he slowly moved his cock, pulling it out a bit and then pushing it home gently.

"Holy fuck," Killian gasped. "Ow. Oh, wow."

"You doing okay, sweetheart?"

She nodded. "It's just so much."

"You can take your finger out now; play with your clit. You did so well," he praised. "You've probably never been so stretched out, huh?"

Killian keened in agreement and gratitude as she pulled her finger back out. "So full," she managed to say.

Logan kept fingering her pussy while he steadily fucked her ass. He adjusted his fingers, looking for the spot that would melt her. He knew when he found it because she started meeting his thrusts eagerly, forcing him faster and deeper. "I'm going to shoot my seed deep inside you," he growled.

"Please, Sir," she wailed. He was plunged to the hilt when he started to cum. He noted the peculiar sensation of his cock flexing against his finger through the thin wall that separated them. Feeling Logan fill her ass with his hot sperm had been all Killian needed. "Oh god, please, fucking yes, Logan, thank you. Oh my god, thank you."

Long after their final tremors ended, Logan finally pulled out. He took Killian's hands and sat her up. She snaked her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips locking with his. She kissed him hard and hot and long before she let him go.

"Kneel here." Logan motioned right in front of the couch. Killian sunk to her knees before him. "Keep your feet where they are but spread your knees." He nudged them with his foot. She moved as requested, exposing herself to him. "Back straight. Tits out. Hands on your thighs." He appraised her once she'd adjusted her position. "Perfect." She was beautiful. "If I ask you to kneel, this is how you will do it."

"Yes, Sir."

He handed her a pack of baby wipes which he had pre-placed in his room earlier that day. "Clean my cock."

He stood in front of her while she took out a wipe. He was going to tell her to be gentle, but he found the warning unnecessary. Her small hands caressed his manhood with the utmost care. She wiped him slowly, gently, meticulously, until his cock and balls were completely clean. "Thank you, sweetheart." He patted her on the head.

Logan grabbed his phone and sat back down on the couch. He thought he should figure out something for lunch. He could keep Killian where she was for a while.

"Excuse me, Sir," Killian interrupted him tentatively.

"Yes?" He looked up at her from his phone.

"Would you like me to stay like this?"

"Yes, princess." His eyes lingered on her. Maybe he would make them sandwiches for lunch, he thought absently. It was hard to think about anything but Killian when she was around. He noticed her nipples were hard. They were so cute he just wanted to bite them. His eyes drifted lower--his phone long forgotten--to her parted legs and her pussy on display.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked self-consciously.