Group Work 3-Pack
By Francis Ashe
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Francis Ashe
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Table of Contents
Backstage Werewolf (FF-Werewolf)
Dear Diary,
Ashley here (who else?) My semester was finally coming to an end. This was my last semester of college, and Spring Break had just started. Where most of the students were going to have a crazy week of partying, I was going to visit my dad and his wife. I had almost run out of the money I saved over summer, and aside from that, I needed to get a few essays finished and applications for graduate school taken care of, so this was for the best. I was almost looking forward to the trip, in a strange way.
My parents had divorced when I was only eight, and I grew up with my mom in upstate New York. My dad had moved to Kentucky for some reason I was never sure of, and settled down on a plot of land near some woods. I had visited a few times, usually for a couple of weeks during summer vacation each year, but for the most part, had not been too close to him over the years. He married his second wife the year before I went off to Boston for school. My new step-mother had a 14-year old son who proved to be every bit as awful and awkward as a teenager could manage.
The first, and only, time that I met John Michael, I had just turned 18 and he was barely 14. I was finishing high school just as he started. He was a lanky thing – tall, gangly and unsure of himself whereas I was a track-and-field star at the school, and moonlighted on the volleyball team. Thinking back, I remember that he had been supremely creepy. For those two weeks we spent together, he had regularly crept into my room when I was out and stolen panties. One day I walked in to find him rifling through my dirty clothes pile and sniffing at the crotch of the pair I’d taken off just before going for a swim. When I saw him, I screamed as loud as I could and he jumped up and bumped his head on the dresser. I spent the rest of the visit torturing the poor kid – wandering around in a towel after showers, wearing my bikini too low when we’d swim, and one time I even loosened the top enough that it came off when I jumped in the water. I was really awful to him, but he definitely deserved it.
As the airport taxi dropped me off at the front door, there was someone sitting on the front porch I hardly recognized. “John Michael?” I called as I slammed shut the trunk and paid the cabbie. “Actually,” he replied, “no one calls me that anymore – everyone just calls me Mike.”
John Michael – or Mike, had really grown into his body since I last saw him. Rather than a klutzy, awkward teenager, he was firm and well-muscled. I knew he had started playing football at some point, but had no idea how much he’d changed. I admit, I was pretty taken aback. Here was my awkward, panty-sniffing step-brother wearing properly fitted jeans, and a polo shirt that barely contained his arms and chest.
“Hey Ash,” he said, which was strange because he’d never called me that before, “a friend is coming up tonight and we thought we’d head to the woods and set up a little fire and cook some hamburgers. Maybe have a few drinks and relax. You in?” As you can imagine, I was completely shocked by the whole thing. My horrible step-brother had somehow transformed into a cool, smooth college freshman. Freshmen are never cool and smooth, especially my step-brother. Anyway, it sounded good so I told him I’d meet them in the woods a couple of hours later.
As I showered to wash off the airplane musk, I could swear I saw Mike walking past the door a few times, although I couldn’t really be sure since the glass on the shower door was frosted. I hadn’t packed anything sexy, although I was pretty horny after seeing my step-brother’s transformation so I wanted to at least put on a little show. I slipped on some low-rise jean shorts and threw on a baggy sweater over my tight tank top. Thinking back, I should have been more worried about the cold, but you know how things are.
Mike left a note on the kitchen table with directions, which amounted to “walk out the back door and keep going for about an eighth of a mile. We’ll be there.” It was about 5:30 when I left and it didn’t take long to find the two boys and the fire. Although I shouldn’t have really been surprised, Mike’s friend was every ounce as hot as Mike had become.
“Hi Ashley,” he said, “I’m Jake, your brother has told me a lot about you.” This surprised me, of course, because Mike and I barely knew each other. “Step-brother,” I corrected. Anyway, I shook his hand and we sat down. I was surprised how much alike they looked. Both of them were about six feet tall and fairly muscular. They told me they had met first semester at lacrosse practice. Mike had given up football for lacrosse when he started college. Jake had black hair about shoulder length and dark blue eyes whereas Mike’s hair was brown, close cropped, and matched his eyes. We chatted for a while, I gave them some advice about going through college, and finally we shared a few embarrassing stories about Mike, who was a good sport about all of it.
As the sun went down, Jake pulled a three-fourths full liter of tequila out of his backpack, and we started to pass it around. I was significantly more experienced at drinking than either of them, but still, as the bottle emptied, I started to get pretty tipsy. Looking back and forth between them, I realized that in all of my college experiences that I’d never had two men worship me at the same time. As I was fantasizing about the two of them, Mike interrupted my thoughts, “Say, Ash, which one of us do you think would be a better fuck?” I was, to say the least, surprised.
“Well, I don’t know.” I tried to play it off without acting as shocked as I was, and I have to admit, I was getting pretty riled up just thinking about them. “I guess I’d have to have some way to judge. Just looking doesn’t do me any good. Why don’t you both kiss me, and I’ll make up my mind that way.” Thinking back, the whole thing was crazy, but by this point I didn’t care. I had gotten so horny that I knew I needed a man, and there were two of them in front of me.
Jake took his turn first. He reached out a hand, lifted me up to meet him and placed the other hand on the small of my back. Pulling me in close, he brushed my face with his free hand and pressed his full lips against mine. I gasped as he used both hands to hold me tight against his hips, and when I did, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and twirled it against mine. I let out a little sigh as he withdrew, and was probably a little flustered as I sat back down. “Oh, wow, okay Mike you’ve got a lot to live up to,” I said. “I’ll see what I can do, sis.” I noticed what he called me, but honestly I just didn’t care anymore.
Mike was more forceful and urgent. He was sitting about a foot away from me on the ground. He turned and took my hand and pulled me down on top of him. One of his hands tickled the back of my head as he loosened my ponytail and the other dipped just below the waist of my shorts. He pressed me against his body and gave me one short kiss followed by a longer one. Just as I thought it was over, he slid his hand fully under my shorts and gripped my firm ass hard. When I let out a soft pleasured moan, he entered my mouth with his tongue and I felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans. After only a second or two, he sat up and helped me back to my chair.
“I...I still can’t decide.” I said, partially confused but so wet that the juice from my sex was probably visible from outside my shorts. “I think I need another demonstration to really make my mind up. I need to see you without your shirts on, and then I need you each to show me how you’d get me into bed.” I wasn’t exactly sure what I meant by that, but that didn’t bother either Mike or Jake. This time, Mike went first. He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed a chiseled body. I was absolutely amazed to see the hard lines of his chest and abs visible in his flat belly. This was the same guy that sniffed my panties four years ago. I just couldn’t believe it.
This time, Mike was on top of me. He pushed me slowly to the ground and lifted the bottom of my sweater and tank top to just underneath my breasts. Starting above my collar, he planted warm, breathy kisses down my chest and belly with tantalizing slowness. He lingered just above the waist line of my shorts with another kiss before unbuttoning and unzipping me. He traced down the open fly with the tip of his tongue before kissing me one last time just above the start of my slit. I was completely breathless as he stood up.
Without a word, Jake picked up where Mike had left off. He lowered himself onto me and slipped my shorts and panties to my knees. He ran his tongue from my navel to the top of my pussy at a slow, measured speed. He put the tip of his tongue between the folds at the top of my sex and ran it down to my hole and up again, lingering for two quick lashes across my clit. I had been so wet after the kissing demonstration that my panties were soaked through, but now I was sopping and slick. “I love your taste,” Jake said as he traced the line of my pussy back up to my navel and brought his face to mine. I could taste my juice on his tongue as he intertwined it with mine and I tried to hold him to me as he rose.
The boys made my decision for me. I noticed that as Jake was getting up, Mike had already stripped the rest of his clothes off, and had been stroking his cock as he watched his friend go down on me. He was rigidly hard, at least seven inches long, and wonderfully thick. Jake stood next to his friend and revealed a prick almost exactly the same as my step-brother had. I should not have been surprised, but I was. Jake spread a blanket on the forest floor and carried me over to it, lying me down gently. Before I knew what was happening, his head was between my legs again, expertly lapping at my hot, sweet smelling pussy. Mike slipped my sweater and undershirt off over my head and pressed my tits together, sucking first at the right and then the left. My nipples stiffened at the feeling of Jake’s warm tongue flicking back and forth across my lower lips and Mike squeezing and sucking at me with increasing urgency.