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  I don’t warn Vickie, I just shoot my load down her throat. Her cries are muffled but she catches on quick, sucking, trying to swallow all my come. My eyes never leave Shep.

  He’s frowning, but he’s also still squeezing his cock.

  Vickie finally seems to sense that something’s different. My cock, still hard, falls from her mouth. There’s a trail of spit and come from the tip to her swollen lips, and Shep’s staring at it. I can feel her anxiety spiking.

  “That was good, baby girl,” I release her hair and pat her head. “But practice makes perfect.”

  She looks back and forth between us, unsure. Shep’s forehead is wrinkling, and he’s not sure, either. Well, I am. Shep’s usually the boss in this trailer. That’s because he gives a shit and I don’t.

  But Vickie was practically dropped in our laps. Something’s brewing in here already. Something that feels right. So if Shep isn’t willing to step forward just yet, I’m going to do it.

  Besides, like I said, I’ve got the experience.

  “Vickie, take those titties out of your nighty.”

  She doesn’t even hesitate, and my cock, just spent, stays rock hard. She slides the thin straps off her shoulders and tugs the pink silk down, spilling out those big, beautiful boobies. The skin there is cream, her nipples big, tight strawberries. They’re a woman’s tits, hanging heavy and full.

  Shep grips his cock a little firmer.

  “You look beautiful, Honey. Now crawl on your hands and knees to Shep.” Obedient, she does. As she crawls, her nightie hangs loose around her middle and I can see the sopping wet crotch of her white panties. Inwardly I groan.

  Vickie gets to Shep, kneeling in front of him. His jaw is clenched hard, the vein on his temple sticking out. With his shaggy black hair and thick beard, he looks crazed. But I know him. I know what he wants, maybe better than he does.

  “Good job, baby. Now take his cock out.”

  She puts her hand on top of his. A moment passes between them, something unspoken, and I wait. Wait for him to chicken shit out. Wait for her to say no.

  But then he moves her hand and she’s unzipping him.

  This is happening.

  Vickie

  This night is surreal. One moment I was being whored out by my mother. Now I’m on my knees, about to put a cock in my mouth for the second time tonight. It’s also the second time in my whole life.

  Shep is looking at me and his eyes are dark and fierce. My tummy flutters because while Buck is bossy, he does it in this light hearted, joking way. I can tell Buck likes to do things dirty, maybe a little rough.

  I might be a virgin, but I know about sex.

  Shep’s looking at me with heated promise. He wants to do all sorts of things to me, and I want to let him.

  It scares me how easy this is. How much I want it. I knew I thought Shep and Buck were dreamy, but this… this is, like I said, surreal. It’s one thing to have a massive crush on your neighbors. It’s another thing to be crawling on their floor, practically panting for their cocks.

  Because it’s both of them, and it’s happening right now.

  Shep’s cock springs from his pants and it’s intimidating. Thick and long and marbled with veins. I start to reach for it, my mouth already watering, when Buck stops me, his hand in my hair. I like it when he pulls on it like this. The tingles go down to my toes.

  “Baby, you’re forgetting your birthday cake. We can’t have that.”

  I look at him, confused. Does he want me to eat the cake now, while Shep’s cock is inches from my mouth? But Buck takes the cake from Shep and opens the box. He draws his finger through the icing, marring the Happiest Birthday, Free Bird, on it. I hadn’t seen the writing before, but it hits me hard.

  Free Bird. That’s me. Shep had them make a message special, just for me. I’m not just eighteen. I’m free from my mama’s trailer, free from Lloyd’s leering. Everything feels overwhelming right now, fuzzy and crazed, and Shep took the time to make sure I remembered what was important about today.

  My eyes water and the tears spill out a bit. Both men look concerned and Buck kneels next to me. “Are you okay, baby girl? Are we pushing you too hard?” He cups my cheek and brushes away the tears. Shep joins him, sweeping my other cheek dry, and I can scarcely breathe. The moment is too big for me.

  What’s it like to discover you’ve never truly known kindness until you’re eighteen? I’ll tell you, because I know. It’s wondrous. It’s terrible. It’s like I’ve just now discovered there’s a huge, empty bucket inside of me that I didn’t even know was there. It’s taking up so much space, smooshing out all the other important things. But just as I feel the emptiness and it threatens to expand more, love starts pouring in. Gushing. Filling that void faster than I can comprehend that it’s even there.

  “No, it’s not that,” I whisper.

  Shep kisses my forehead and starts to tuck away his cock. Quickly, I stop him, my hand over his. “Don’t. I want to. I just got surprised by the message is all.”

  We look at each other and I see that he gets it. Standing in front of me again, he puts his dick in my face and I lick my lips. Then Buck surprises us both by smearing icing along the side of his cock.

  Shep jumps back, yelling “What the hell, man?”

  But Buck is non-plussed, shrugging. “What?”

  “What’re you touching my dick for?”

  “I’m just getting it ready for her.”

  Shep’s face is red hot, but I see that his cock is harder now, straining toward the ceiling. A drop of precome dribbles to mix with the icing. He might think he’s mad at Buck, but I can tell he’s turned on by it.

  I am, too. “Come here, Shep,” I moan, eager to get my mouth on him. He does, eyes wide and glaring at the both of us. As soon as my hand wraps around him, though, those eyes shut and he hisses through his teeth. The icing is sticking on my hand and I guide the white-and-pink frosted tip into my open mouth.

  The sugary sweetness of the icing smoothes over my tongue. I flick and lick it away, exposing the velvet-soft skin underneath. The thick glans tastes salty with his precome and a tremor flows through me, I’m so excited.

  Shep. He doesn’t know it, but his name is known in the park. Hell, he’s known in the whole damned town. His name is spoken in hushed rumors. Why? Because he’s dangerous. His parents disappeared when his was young. My mama told me the law picked him up, and he spent a few weeks in county juvie while they tried to find his folks.

  They said there was blood in their trailer.

  They said nothing was missing-- no clothes gone, coffee still cold in the pot, dishes in the sink.

  They said young Gil Shepherd killed his parents.

  Mama had wanted me to stay away from him. But he’d always been there, in the shadows of his porch, cigarette hanging from his lips. Dark beard and darker eyes. I’d wanted him and now I’m on my knees in front of, him, sucking him off.

  Buck, too. People talk about him, but usually it’s just to wonder why he hangs with Shep. Buck’s nice. A golden boy. Works on cars and women. My mama has said several times she wouldn’t mind letting him take a look under her hood, but I never let her know how fine I thought he was.

  It should bother me that Buck wants me to do these things while I stay with them. It ain’t much different from what my mama does. Maybe worse, since I’m not getting any money up front. The thing is, I know if I were to tell them ‘no,’ I’d still be able to stay here. I don’t know how I know it, but I do. They want to help me, and they want me, but Buck and Shep won’t make those things connected unless I’m okay with it.

  There’s a thrill at being put in this position. I’ve wanted them for so long. Somehow the wrongness of the situation makes it very, very right.

  I’m so horny now it’s making me crazy. Voracious, I swallow more of him, letting him slip to the back of my throat like I did for Buck. “Fuck, Vickie, that feels good.” His voice is low and raspy and it thrills me.

  Suddenly,
Buck’s fingers are beside my mouth, more cake and frosting on them. “Open up, baby.” I pull back and he slips his fingers into my mouth, too, wedging them in with Shep’s throbbing cock. My mouth is stretched as wide as it’ll go.

  This time Shep stays silent.

  “Good, baby girl. Suck Shep hard.” There’s a flare in my pussy so hot, so needy, I’m close to coming.

  “Dude--” Shep lets out a strangled protest, but I feel the twitch in his cock, and he’s as close to climaxing as I am.

  “Hush now, both of you. Baby girl here needs our protection. She needs us to take care of her. Isn’t that right, Vickie?”

  My mouth is still stretched and full, so I hum my approval. Yes, I need that. I need them to protect me. I need them to take care of me. Soon, I’ll need them to relieve the ache in my pussy.

  “So we’re her men now, and she’s ours. We do her together.”

  Shep growls, “You’re fucking twisted, Buck. Now get your fingers out of her mouth so I can nut all over that sweet face.”

  As soon as Buck’s fingers are gone, Shep grabs my hair and begins to fuck my face like Buck did. I wonder if he knows how similar he is to Buck. How they like the same things.

  “Cup his balls, baby.” I do, my hand cradling Shep’s sack. The shout from Shep is exhilarating. Shep grunts and pulls out, his come squirting all over my face. It hits in warm, wet plops, sticking on my cheeks and lips.

  Buck cups my cheek and turns me to look at him. He’s got a towel that he uses to clean me off. Then he’s kissing me, tongue sweeping in and possessing. His teeth bite my lip until I gasp, then he pulls back.

  “Take your panties off.”

  My heart pounds. I wanted to go down on them. This was my first time so close to a cock, and I got to touch and suck the two I wanted most in the world. But the day is swooping in on me, blowing away the fugue of lust and leaving me a moment of clarity. Did I want to lose my virginity tonight? Right now? Which of them would take it?

  Shep kneels beside me, too. “Hey.” His voice is still gravelly with lust. “You don’t have to fuck me-- us-- tonight. But let us give you something back, okay? That’s how this works. We take care of you in every way.”

  I decide to trust them. No, it isn’t really a decision. It just is. I know they won’t harm me. They won’t do anything I don’t want to. They’re mine. The word sends chills through me and my nipples tighten.

  “Okay,” I breathe, and his eyes shut. His cock is still out and it twitches, even though he just nutted all over my face. Buck groans in triumph.

  Buck combs his fingers through my hair.“Take your panties off and lie back, baby girl.”

  My white cotton panties slide down my fuller hips. They are soaked through, and I feel the hot creep of my shame. I shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by these two men. It feels wrong. Gluttonous. Like I don’t deserve their lust and admiration.

  Buck seems to know what I’m thinking, because his eyes pin me down. “Oh, Vickie, sweet little Vickie. You’re so gorgeous. Later, I’m going to teach you to shave.”

  My breath hitches. “Down there?”

  “Yeah, baby. Down there. Now lie back and let us take care of you.”

  I do. There’s a rug on the floor of the living room. It’s one of those old rope-coil ones, and the fibers dig into my shoulder blades and ass.

  Shep’s strong hands part my thighs. It’s hard for me to let them fall open, so his thumbs rub circles on my inner thighs until I relax a bit. Now he can see all of me. See how swollen and wet my pussy is. Buck is grabbing my breasts. They’re so large they overflow even his big hands, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

  Then, just as if I’m the cake, both men begin to feast. Shep’s tongue sweeps between my legs from back to front, sending a jolt of joy through me. I arch, crying out, and Buck sucks my nipple into his mouth.

  Oh, God. I didn’t know it could be like this. Mama always made sex seem like something you had to bear down and push through. She gave me tips, even though I never asked, about how to get a man off fast. “Faster is better. Then you’re paid and you can kick’m out.”

  But I don’t want them to go fast. I’m so needy, my pleasure a tight ball in my tummy, that I think I don’t have a choice. My body has never felt so good, though, and I want it slow, slow, slow.

  I want this to be forever.

  Shep

  Goddamn, this girl is amazing. Vickie’s honey pot is exactly that. Filled with honey I want to lick all day. Her pink lips are so plump I can’t help but suck them into my mouth, running my tongue around, exploring each inch of her.

  I don’t know what the hell Buck is thinking. Well, I do know what he’s thinking. He said as much outside. He’d wanted this sweet, young girl. And she is that: sweet, and so young. Eighteen. I haven’t seen eighteen for over a decade. Had I been this naive? This trusting?

  Hell no.

  I lost my innocence a long time before that. I’m not talking about virginity, either. I’m talking about that part of your soul you’re born with. The part that makes you optimistic about the world, trusting and joyful. The part that someone, somewhere on your timeline, cuts out of you with a serrated blade.

  Vickie almost had hers carved from her tonight by her mother, and we rushed in to save it. Save her. Buck, though… he’ll get tired of her. He always does. Dude goes through chicks like they’re newspapers-- not good after you’ve read’m, if you know what I’m saying.

  And me? Why did I save her? Yeah, part of it was my hard on for her young piece of pie. But maybe it was because I hadn’t been able to save-- well, there’s quite a few, including myself. I know what it’s like to have a parent who doesn’t care for you. It stings at first, the small rejections when you’re young. Just a sting here, a cut there. But you hold out and hold on because you came from this person, they helped make you, so surely they don’t mean all the hurt.

  Anne, Vickie’s mom, meant the hurt tonight. She meant to hurt her, bad. Seeing it opened a wound in me I’d long since thought healed. I might not know Vickie, but I’ve watched her grow into the woman I’m licking. She works hard. She’s sweet. She’s forgiving. She deserves to feel good, so that’s what I’m gonna do.

  My tongue darts into her tight hole. It is tight. Virgin. The word held power over me. I’m pretty sure if we’d pushed a little, I’d be able to sink my cock into her untouched hole, taking that cherry. Or Buck would.

  Jealousy burns hot in me. Maybe that’s why I stopped us and gave her an out. Because none of this should be happening. She shouldn’t be in our trailer, sucking our cocks. She shouldn’t be with us, period. We’re not nice guys.

  At least I have a reason to be an asshole. It comes easy after being treated like a criminal for most of my life. Buck’s kind of my saving grace, you know? The one who helps me remember not to be so damned uptight all the time. You could almost say he’s a good guy, but when it comes to women? Well, he thinks with his johnson and doesn’t wait around long enough to see the devastation he leaves.

  I ease a finger into her, loving how sensitive she is; her hips rock right on up, urging me on. Vickie’s head is tossing, that pale golden hair spread out on the rug like a halo. Her big titties are in Buck’s fists and he’s sucking on them like they’re giving him milk.

  Oh shit, that thought makes me hard again. For just a moment, I allow myself to imagine her barefoot and pregnant with my baby, smiling in the kitchen. Pregnant, with those giant titties made even larger and heavy with milk. Her boobs are so big I bet she could feed the baby and have plenty left over for me to suck.

  A second finger joins the first and Vickie’s calling out, “Shep yes! Please, please! I need to come!” Her hips are writhing and bucking and I have to wrap my other arm around them, holding her still.

  All thoughts drain with my blood, straight to my cock.

  My mouth closes on her perfect little clitty, sucking that bud in. I rake my tongue across it and she explodes. Little Vickie comes all over my face, p
aying me back, I guess. Good. I fucking love it, licking all her cream and swallowing her honeyed climax down.

  Her nipple falls from Buck’s mouth with a plop.

  While she recovers, he gets some forks and we finish her birthday cake, right there on the floor of the trailer, like some stupid redneck picnic. I look at our fishing poles hanging on the walls. The gun cabinet in the corner. The camo jackets hanging behind the door.

  Okay, so maybe it isn’t too far from the truth.

  Her eyes are hooded. They’re brown, chocolate brown. I fucking love how much it contrasts with her long, pale hair. But she’s on her way to lights out, and we haven’t exactly settled on where she’s sleeping.

  Buck chimes in. “Let’s shower. You take her and get it started. I’ll find some sheets and blankets for the couch, and we’ll talk about our arrangement more tomorrow. ‘Kay?”

  Vickie gives a sleepy nod. While I appreciate his deferring to her right now, I don’t trust it. We both want after that cherry, I’m sure. Is there something up his sleeve?

  Gathering Vickie in my arms, I walk her to our small bathroom. It’s tiny in here, and I’m not sure what he meant with “started for us” because I’m barely fitting in here with Vickie.

  At least my grandma had a tub put in and the shower head lifted for me before she died. Nobody in the park had ever heard of renovating a trailer before, but she knew when I was fifteen and already hitting six feet that the little shower stall wouldn’t contain me for long.

  Now, the ceiling was lifted here and it looks dumb as hell from the outside, but it’s made all the difference inside. The showerhead was above my head, like it should be.

  The water is heating up as I take her little nightie off. I want to rip it to shreds because it was bought for a sickening purpose, but Vickie gives it this soft smile, so I fold it and put it on the counter by the sink.

  My clothes follow and her eyes drink me in.

  Buck and I are simple men. We like big breakfasts, we like hunting and fishing. He likes to work on cars and I work in the local coal mine. We like to work out. Boxing, mostly, but he’s got a bench set up in our third bedroom. It’s the room that used to be my grandma’s. We lift together, spar together, and we’re pretty ripped.