Ben laid back and lightly stroked himself as he watched Harley work me. I pointed to him.
“You there, soldier. Fall in behind!”
“There’s no room, you’re almost against the wall.”
“Not me.” I nodded at Harley.
“Huh? Oh…but, I’ve never…I mean, Harley won’t…uh…”
I tapped Harley’s shoulder. “Come on, honey. You say nothing and you’ll always regret it.”
Resting his head on the cushion of my bush, Harley muttered something neither Ben nor I could hear.
“What’s that, Softly?”
A deep breath in, a long breath out. “Ben…I want you to fuck me.”
“Uh…I don’t know. That’s a whole lot different. I mean, before, I was just…laying there…”
“Please, man? I just wanna know what it’s like. Just once, once, I wanna make you feel good, and to feel that close to you. Man, I got no-one else.”
Slowly, Ben’s doubt seemed to evaporate. He crawled over until he was kneeling behind Harley’s upturned hips. He grabbed his cock, still slick with my juice and nudged it into the mouth of Harley’s ass, pressing forward slowly.
Harley let loose a sigh rich with age straight into my gaping gash. He quickly followed it with his tongue, and I felt a new buzz roll through me. I got to watch and participate at the same time.
I almost came as I watched Ben’s power in action. He gripped Harley’s hips so tightly I thought he might break bone, and he began to pump harder and harder. The power of his wide shoulders, the rippled wall of his abs, the tight diagonal lines that led from his hips to his groin-from where I was laying that was all I could see, but it was plenty good.
Harley had a mouthful of pussy and a face full of ecstasy. He grimaced with every powerful thrust of Ben’s hips, the pumping action knocking grunt after grunt straight out of his lungs and into my crotch. I felt a climax swelling inside me, and it grew as I pictured myself in Harley’s place, with a strong young man’s hips thudding wetly into mine.
Ben’s strength pushed Harley further up my belly, so I curled my fingers down to take the place of his tongue. As I rolled myself into what could best be described as a neat orgasm Ben groaned, and began to sob with pleasure. He pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, pumped himself as his fluid shot out all over Harley’s back, even down onto my belly. He leaned heavily on his friend’s hips, and then rolled down onto the floor.
“Fuck.”
I tried to look happy. I’d come, after all, but in the end I’d had to finish myself.
Again. Two hot, young men and me still high and dry. Well, not dry, but still…
My disappointment must have radiated off me like heat. Harley looked up at me.
“Ma’am?”
“Please, Harley. Call me Nicole.”
“Was that, uh…good for you?” Whichever way Harley decided to go, I could tell he’d make some man or woman-or both-really happy.
“It was…nice.”
Slowly he began to slide his body up between my spread thighs.
“Ma’am…Nicole…if I may say, you deserve a helluva lot better than just ‘nice’.”
His cock bumped against the wall of fingers at the mouth of my pussy.
“If I may…?”
I slid my fingers away and smiled at him. “You’re beautiful, Harley.”
“Fuck…I wanted to-”
I turned quickly to Ben, eager to calm him. “Oh, Benny. You’ll have plenty of other chances. If you want them.”
“Really? You…uh…you liked it?”
“Loved it.”
He actually blushed as he smiled. “Well, I don’t know if I wanna watch this.
Think I’ll get a shower.”
He headed out and I swore I felt Harley relax on top of me.
“You know, Harley, you don’t have to do this. Ben’s gone, you don’t need to impress him.”
“I’m doin’ this for you, Nicole. And for me.”
He nudged forward, like he still thought he could somehow hurt me. He rocked slowly and persistently, gliding in and back, and it was nice…really nice. No roughness, no domination…just slow and sensual. Which was a little too much like being with a man my own age.
I rolled him over and took control. He held my hips as I ground into him. With no belly fat he was all hardness, inside me and against me, and his strength gave me a solid platform.
Then, from nowhere, I felt Ben’s breath on my neck.
“Thought you were having a shower.”
“I didn‘t want to miss the big moment.”
His big hands curled around and cupped my boobs, then swooped down to rub at my bush.
“There!” I yelled. “You found it!”
Seemingly too scared to move, Ben pressed his finger in against my clit and in seconds I was gone, washed away on a tide of pleasure. Waves of heat gushed from Harley’s cock deep inside me, and we each called out to the universe in the ancient wordless language of lust.
I fell onto Harley’s chest, sliding across the sheen of our mingled sweat. Ben’s hands stroked all over my back and ass, and I didn’t think I ever wanted to move.
I almost fell asleep there when Harley began to wriggle beneath me.
“Ma’am…Nicole…I’ve lost my circulation.”
“Aww…I’ll buy you a new one. Just let me lay here.”
Ben swooped his hands under my arms and lifted me like I was a grocery bag.
“You heard the man. Let’s go.”
I hung limply, tried to think heavy, but it was no good. Ben was too strong. He dumped me lightly on his bed and sat beside me. Harley looked across at us and nodded.
“Y’know, you two look pretty good together.”
Ben smiled and kissed my cheek. “I always knew Uncle Kurt was wrong for you.
You deserve so much better, Aunt Nicole.”
I play-slapped his cheek. “I just had me a whole hunk of better. And if you can’t call me just Nicole by now…”
“Sorry. It’s just, y’know, ten years takes a while to undo.” He looked across to Harley. “Uh, but what about us, man?”
Harley frowned lightly. “I dunno. I meant it, you two look nice together. Happy.
And it felt real good to have you inside me, but…I know that’s not you, that whole scene…hell, I don’t even know if it’s me.”
Ben was visibly relieved. “You’re right, I never woulda done it if it wasn’t you, buddy. Not really my thing, but I guess at least I know that for sure now.”
I went and knelt next to Harley, pushed his hair back from his forehead like I was checking for a fever. “You gonna be okay, honey?”
He nodded and gave me a warm smile. “I think maybe you answered some of my questions, and made me realize I got so many more to ask.”
“Y’know, honey, I’m 36 and I‘m still asking. That’s never gonna stop. Every day of your life is like a room with a hundred doors, and every door leads to another room 334
just like it. You can open every door but you can only pass through one. And you can’t go back.”
He swallowed before he could speak. “I’ve just spent so much time thinking something was busted inside me. My folks, my friends, no-one got me. But you guys…you both just take me for who I am.”
I placed my hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You’re a sweet and beautiful young man, Harley, and pretty soon someone special is gonna realize that. But honey… you gotta realize it first.”
As he blinked away tears he looked younger than ever. I scooped him into a hug that was almost maternal. He swayed against me for a minute or two and then sat back, and I ruffled his hair.
“Oh, and don’t be afraid to get a bit nasty, sometimes. We girls may be small and soft, but we bounce.”
Ben wrapped his body around mine. “And in all the right places, too.”
I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. “Baby, you’re wonderful. Any time you’re in this part of town, come and…see me.”
“I’m thinking maybe I’ll move to this part of town.”
“I know someone who’s struggling to pay her rent.”