Copyright © 2009 by Crystal Barela
The three little pigs had moved into the basement apartment last week. Three adorably plump girls with blonde hair and blue eyes. They were truly a porno video come true. Full breasts, wide hips, flat soft bellies, and rounded asses begging to be touched. Oh no, they weren’t fat, just had a softness to them that screamed we are real women and we are smoking hot.
The one that opened the door at Wolfe’s knock was Penelope. Her hair was long and would have bounced around her shoulders in sensuous waves if the air conditioning in their apartment was working properly. Instead it caught in the perspiration at her temples and along the nape of her neck. She was wearing a blue summer dress with thin straps and a ruffle hem that ended mid-thigh. It was obvious from the natural sway of her breasts that she was braless.
Wolfe’s dick twitched beneath the denim as he imagined this turning into a very personal house call.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Ingrid called from somewhere behind her roommate.
Penelope gestured for Wolfe to enter and he walked across the threshold still crowded with unpacked boxes. Ingrid was in the kitchen wearing the bra that her sister was not and no top. Daisy Dukes hugged her sexy ass. Wolfe still wasn’t sure if Ingrid was straight. She was kinda butch with her short punk hair falling in her eyes and the sleeves of tattoos running up her arms. She was a little harder than the other two, her stomach leaner, her navel pierced.
“Why do you have to have such a potty mouth,” Genie said from where she lounged on the couch. This one liked Wolfe. A purr was in her voice and he knew that he would have no trouble getting her to spread her silky pink thighs. It was the other two that would take some thought. Wolfe didn’t worry. He always got his piggies.
“Ladies,” Wolfe said. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
***
There he stood, lord of the manor, king of this castle, in their modest doorway. I could not be denied, Wolfe was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall and lean with broad shoulders. His dark brown hair was overly long and fell across his ice blue eyes fringed with thick lashes in a rakish way. At present, a layer of unkempt stubble road his chin, giving his face a rough primitive look. It matched is sideburns that belonged in another century.
He didn’t walk, but glided into their the apartment. Graceful. His low slung jeans looked as though a sharp turn or a swift tug would have them around his ankles and ready for his services in a heartbeat. If it weren’tfor the tool belt around his hips she was sure they would be on the floor. He wore a white “wife beater.” The ribbed fabric showed off the time he spent a the gym. The backdrop of their wood paneled walls only added to his appeal. Their cheap east side apartment was straight out of a porno flick.
Penelope licked her lip and tried to remember what an asshole their landlord was. It was clear from his expression that he found one or all of us attractive. In fact, Penelope thought, raising a brow. There was a tent in his fly.
Genie was sitting on the couch and her face did nothing to hide her attraction to the man. She had been wanting to jump him since they moved in. He really shouldn’t feel special. She wanted to fuck everybody.
“This is bullshit, Wolfe,” Ingrid called from the kitchen. Her voice was muffed by the open freezer door. “We are supposed to be celebrating our birthday tonight.”
Through the hubris of fate the three girls all had the same birthday. As different as they were the same. They were often mistaken for sisters with their blonde hair and similar proportions.
“Ladies,” Wolfe said. “All will be well for your birthdays, fear not!”
Drama King. Why did Penelope find that so attractive. She crossed her arms in annoyance and her legs to stop the itch.
***
Genie was horny.
Today’s toolbox adventure had left her eager to find a big dick to fuck. She hadn’t seen anything finer than their landlord since they had moved to the city. Wolfe had walked around the small apartment in his low slung tool belt knocking at pipes and talking like he knew about air conditioners. The memory of his tanned biceps and his muscular forearms gave her shivers. Wolfe had gotten the annoying thing working by some kind of miracle. You could see by the look on his face that he was more surprised than they were when the AC starting humming away.
Genie wanted nothing more than to fuck the first man she could pick up. Her outfit was sure to get this accomplished. She wore a sheer white blouse with a red lace demi bra framing her girls. The black skirt she had on was more of a belt than a piece of clothing. Panties had been forgotten on purpose, but did not forget the platform “fuck me” heels. She looked like a common street walker and as she turned in the mirror her eyes glowed with anticipation.
With a last spritz of perfume Genie backed out the doorway and into someone hard.
Wolfe apologized and took a step back. “I was just about to knock.”
“You must be reading my mind,” Genie said over her shoulder as the door shut.
“How’s that?”
“I’ve been thinking of you all day,” she said and turned to face Wolfe. He was everything she had been dreaming of as she shaved her pubes. He wore a black button down shirt over his tank top. It was splattered with paint. The sleeves were rolled up on his muscled forearms. She was disappointed not to see the tool belt. She’d have to live out that fantasy another night.
“I had a feeling,” Wolfe said.
Genie took the waistband of his jeans her hand. She boldly let her fingers slide inside. “That kind of feeling?”
He needed no more provocation. He used is strong muscled arms to pull her soft curves against him.
She giggled and gave his hard-on a squeeze. Wolfe was big. Yummy.
Lip soft and hard all at the same time devoured her.
Taste. Lick. Suck.
Facial hair rough. How she liked it.
With an expert twist of her fingers she opened his fly and his cock was in her hand. Guess he didn’t berlieve in underwear either. Stroke. Wolfe growled and rushed into the shadow of the doorway. His head lowered. His nose nudged one of her nipples free of the bra. Sucked her breasts through the fabric of her blouse.
Genie’s pussy was on fire. Already wet.
“Fuck me, Wolfe,” she demanded.
The door creaked as he slammed her back against the warped wood. He took one of her legs over his forearm. Her skirt slid back exposing her clean shaven pussy. Wolfe was a man of few words and less foreplay. No petting. No licking. No pre-amble. None was needed.
Wolfe’s rock hard cock slid easily through her wet pussy lipsand found her hole open and waiting. Genie purred as he rammed into her tightcunt. He didn’t stop to let her adjust to the invasion, he just started fucking her as she had asked. Rammed his cock to the back of her cunt. Bruised her insides with is massive dick. Genie loved every inch of it.
He panted against her breasts like a dog. His teeth niped at her through her blouse. Wolfe held her hips and forced her on and off his prick like she were his chew toy. Like she wasn’t there. Like she was his personal pussy. The door shook and Genie wanted more. Begged for him to split her in two.
“You want it hard, piggy?” he gasped and slammed her down onto his dick and held her there.
“Harder!”
He shifted her weight so that he could twist the door knob. Wolfe stumbled, his dick pulling free of it’s new den. Genie whined in denial of her new pet.
Wolfe didn’t ask what she wanted. He didn’t care what Genie wanted and that suited her fine. He pushed her away from him and she fell hard against the kitchen table.The roounded corner bruised her hip. He rushed up on her and took hold of her hair in an eye-watering twist. Her cheek was pressed down on the table top. Her round bare ass in the air.
“Slutty, Piggie!” he hissed and slapped her ass.
Genie begged for more.
He slapped her ass again and she felt her pussy begin to pulse.
Wolfe came up close behind her and kicked her legs apart. He growled and jabbed his dick in her pussy. Genie moaned. Wolfe didn’t hesitate at her cries. His zipper bit into her ass cheeks. He yanked her hair. She could barely move as her forced her to take all of him.
Everything inside Genie was on fire. Her clit was a hard burning knot. She pushed the hot bead against the Formica in time with his fucking. He slapped her hip and his dick grew. Genie came, her cunt tightened around his cock in a silken vice. Wolfe howled and exploded. Hot wet jism filled her insides and slid down her thighs.
“Piggy,” he breathed under his breath, before he pulled his member free. He gave her ass a soft slap then turned and walked out the door..
Genie smiled and lay there, She slipped a hand between her wet thighs and moaned as a couple of practiced twirls had her came again.
***
It was after midnight and Penelope was drifting into sleep. A dream wove itself around the foggy outskirts of her brain. Her thoughts were of Wolfe. As much as she wanted to hate him, her body didn’t. Even the thought of him was dampening her silk panties. She turned over to face the small window in her room and sleep found her.
“Don’t move!” a familiar voice hissed in her ear. Before Penelope could scream a hand clamped down over her mouth. She pushed her tongue against his palm tasting salt. And soap. She kicked our her legs, but the man forced her onto her stomach with his weight. She could tell he was naked. Could feel the wiry hairs of his chest on her back.
“Sweet, piggy” he breathed in her ear. His hot breath caused her to tremble. His free hanh caressed her ass through Penelope’s panties, his fingers running along the crack.
“You want it.” Not a question.
Penelope shook her head in denial as she recognized the voice. Wolfe! That bastard! His hand slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. Panties still wet from thoughts of him earlier. His fingers slid through her honeyed crack and into her pussy . “Wet piggy,” he said and began to pump his hand. His fingers were long and skilled. They milked her clit. No! she wanted to scream, her body reacted to his rough touch. Her hips began to move as if they had a will of their own.
He laughed, lifting his weight from her. Penelope felt him move behind her and tried to roll over and kick back, but he took hold of hips in a bruising grip.
Wolfe’s big cock bounced against her ass. Penelope struggled as he tried to gain entranc. He found her hot hole. He was marvelously huge. She began to sob with pleasure.
“Wet, tight, piggy.” He growled and then slowly lowered himself in to the crotch hairs. Making himself fit. She screamed and he forced her head down into the pillow, wrapping her hair in his fist.. He began to work her hole. Widening the opening so he could glide smoothly to the back of her cunt. As much as Penelope wanted to hate it. She didn’t. Penelope had never been so full. It took all of her will power not to move back against him. He took his hand from her head and she didn’t scream. She let him slip his free hand beneath her. Let his fingers find her clit.
He knew what he was doing. He pulled her desire. The fucking became wet and slick. The scent of sex clogged Penelope’s nostrils. The wet suction echoed in the room. Penelope’s body tightened. Wolfe laughed fucking her harder.
Her pleasure built. Her insides trembled as every thought left her brain except for the heat racing through her veins. The orgasm shook her. Her pussy convulsed around Wolfe’s giant cock. He laughed and pulled his dick from her.
Penelope didn’t opne her eyes. She knew who had fucked her.
“Open your mouth, piggy!”
She did and felt his hot spunk splash ger face. It clogged her throat and nostrils. And still he came, wetting her breasts and stomach.
***
Ingrid’s was eating lustily in-between Penelope’s legs when Wolfe’s voice doused her senses like a cold shower.
“I knew it!” Wolfe crowed.
Ingrid threw a sheet over Penelope and reached for her smokes on the bedside table.
“What the fuck is your problem, Genie?” she asked. Ingrid struck a match and lit up.
Genie pushed Wolfe forward like he was being offered for sacrifice. The bastard had the gall to look apologetic after he fucked his way through her girls. There were no ties or restrictions on their relationship, but what he did to Penelope showed no respect. Ingrid was still pissed that Genie found the incident as arousing as Penelope had. It had just pissed Ingrid off.
“No,” Ingrid said. She knew Genie’s game. Knew what she wanted.
“But Ing,” Genie pleaded. She walked up to Ingrid and took the cigarette from between her lips. They stood a hair’s width apart. Ingrid could taste the cheery lip gloss. She took a stop back. She didn’t need Genie clogging her thougt process.
“I don’t do men,” Ingrid said. She crossed her tattooed arms across her chest. Genie arched a brow. Well, not very often.
“He just wants to watch.” Genie said and walked past Wolfe. She leaned into Ingrid and kissed her, licking Penelope’s juices from her lips.
“I’ve heard that before,” Ingrid mumbled. Genie loved men. And women. She just loved sex however she could get it. She really had no standards., although Ingrid would admit that Wolfe was sexy in a Wolverine kind of way.
She looked over at Penelope who nodded with a little smile.
“You know the rules!” Ingrid said.
Genie rolled her eyes and said, “Wolfe, no touching Ingrid unless she asks you.”
***
Wolfe could not believe his good fortune. He was going to have an orgy with the three little piggies!
Ingrid turned and resumed her position between Penelope’s legs on the bed. Her tongue licked her mound in wide flat licks, as if she were a cat cleaning a kitty. She combed Penelope’s neatly trimmed bush. Ingrid circled her engorged clit. Ingrid’s eyes were locked with Wolfe’s.
“Hey big guy!” Genie said turning his face to hers for a kiss. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and she shimmied it up and over his head. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his jeans. His cock was hard and fully loaded.. He saw Ingrid’s eyes widen from her position on the bed, before his own closed as Genie took his dick between her hot soft lips and sucked as much of him as she could to the back of her throat.
Hot slick suction had him groan.
***
Ingrid knelt over Penelope’s face and felt her soft little tongue find her sweet spot. Penelope’s tongue knew what Ingrid liked. The hard little jabs, followed by flat sweeps. As expected the “just gonna watch” had turned into participating. As long as he kept his hands to himself, Ingrid was game.
She and Genie were licking Penelope’s sweet pussy. Not as graceful as usual with Wolfe’s rough fucking. Their tongues collided and Genie giggled. Wolfe was giving it to Genie from behind. He may have a big dick and great stamina, but he was all about Wolfe.
Ingrid turned her head to capture Genie’s lips and their teeth clashed. Bastard.
Ingrid copied Penelope’s movements on her own pussy. Penelope’s hot breath and wet licks became erratic as her orgasm approached. Genie joined her. Faster circles and Penelope squealed, her heels dug into the mattress her body bowing off the bed.
“Get…the…strap-on!” Genie said after Penelope came. Wolfe just kept on fucking her.
Ignoring Genie, Ingrid crawled off of Penelope and bent to kiss her juices off her lover’s lips. Penelope was like butter. Her body glowed with her release. Her eyes held a hint of green in them.
“Strap…on!”
Ingrid closed her eyes and felt Penelope’s hand find her nape. They rest their foreheads together for a moment and Ingrid stood.
“Impatient slut,” Ingrid said. That meant Genie wanted a little double penetration and that led the risk of Wolfe getting very close and personal.
“Please!” Genie begged.
After Ingrid got Wolfe to pause she had him lie down on the bed next to Penelope while Ingrid pulled the harness up over her legs and buckled the leather straps around her hips and thighs. It was a big dildo, how Genie liked it. But Wolfe was bigger than the rubber hard-on and double penetration would be tricky.
“Not sure we’ll both fit,” Ingrid said, secretly turned on at the thought.
Penelope pumped some lube in her hand while Genie straddled Wolfe her back to his face.
***
Wolfe had to actually think of the Queen of England so that he wouldn’t blow his load. Penelope was licking Genie’s ass. Her lubed fingers caressing the puckered bit of flesh before knuckling forward.
Genie cried out as Penelope twisted a finger in as far as it could go.
Ingrid was watching them. Her own hand lubed and stroking a huge rubber cock. She had a cigarette between her lips and was somehow sexier than all of them.
“She’s ready,” Penelope said and took her roommates ass cheeks in her hands and spread them.
Genie sat back and Penelope helped her find him. Her tight little rosebud stuck on the tip of his dick and he gasped, keeping his eyes on Ingrid. He wanted her in the worst way. Penelope got more lube and began to caress Genie’s entrance and his cock and he cursed feeling his balls tighten. Genie pressed on with all of her weight. She squealed as her ass took in his length. She was still. Panting. She was so tight.
“Ok?” Penelope asked. Genie’s eyes were shut.
Genie nodded and lay back, her hair tickling Wolfe‘s neck. He brought his hands up to her breasts and stroked her nipples, pulling them to pints, causing her ass cheeks to milk his dick.
Ingrid put out her cigarette and walked over to the bed. She took the rubber cock in hand and knelt between their legs. Wolfe’s breath caught as he felt the heat of her body so close.
“Can you handle it?” She asked and Genie shook her head in denial.
Ingrid ignored her response and leaned forward, her hand on her cock. She twisted the thick head against Genie’s juicy opening.
“No!” Genie screamed.
Ingrid paid her no mind her response and rammed forward hard. Her thighs touched them both.
***
There was nothing like this feeling. Genie thought. To be so incredibly full. Two dicks piercing her insides. It hurt these two massive pricks, but in a way that made her wetter.
Genie moved her hips and felt Wolfe move beneath them. Tears squeezed past her eyes as the movement pulled at her tender openings.
***
Ingrid let Wolfe start a pace before she found his rhythm and pushed back. Let him think he was in charge.
Penelope came up behind Ingred and pressed her breasts against her shoulder blades. Her manicured fingers found her nipples and squeezed the way Ingrid liked.
“Look at her,” Penelope whispered in Ingrid‘s ear. “She is such a dirty whore.” Genie was. She was crying and begging and coming all at the same time.
***
In some part of Wolfe’s consciousness he was aware of Genie rolling off of him, but his eyes had been on Ingrid the whole time. Her cool confident gaze as she fucked her almost sister. Her full breasts tweaked by Penelope’s painted nails. The brush of her thighs on his as she fucked Genie more erotic than his dick in Genie‘s ass. He wanted her. He wanted to spend his load on her. Fill that smirk with his white jism.
“Want to touch me?” Ingrid asked. She lit another cigarette and took a drag.
“Yes,” he said wondering what the catch was.
“Bend over boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Ass in the air.”
Wolfe shook his head. He didn’t take it in the ass. He gave it. He never.
Ingrid crossed her arms across her chest and stood with her giant strap on horse dick bobbing in his direction. It was fucking huge. No way.
She slipped her hand under the dick and began to caress herself, the rubber bouncing faster.
Her expression said. I don’t need you.
Against his mind’s will he got onto his hands and knees and closed his eyes. “Make it quick.” He gritted his teeth.
First there was the cold of the lube as Genie and Penelope rubbed it along his ass crack. They poked at his anus with their fingers and he felt his dick grow stiffer.
Penelope came round front and leaned over him. “This is gonna hurt” she whispered, a sadistic smile on her face.
Wolfe was a man, he could take it.
Ingrid pushed the rubber head against his asshole.
“Relax!” she ordered, slapping his hip.
Wolfe tried to relax his muscles. A tearing pain burned his ass as Ingrid found purchase. The tip slid forward an inch.
“Wait!” Wolfe cried, trying to adjust his body to the foreign fullness.
Ingrid ignored him and leaned her body into him, the length of her slid in inch by inch. Every nerve ending cried and Wolfe wanted to move, but Penelope and Genie held him in place as Ingrid pulled out and then pressed in again.
Ingrid pushed forward harder and he cursed as she began to fuck him in earnest, bruising his virgin ass with her eager member…and the pain faded and Wolfe felt sparks of pleasure ignite is cock. His balls tingled and his prick grew hard again. He pushed back against her in his eagerness to come.
“Hello Big Bad Wolfe.” He looked down and saw that Genie was sliding her head beneath him to catch the tip of his bobbing dick with her plump lips. Her wet tongue sent him over the edge and he growled, pinning her to the floor with his hard-on. Come shot down her throat in an endless screaming. He could feel her muscles gagging around his dick and that only sent more come slithering past her lips
***
