Chapter 3 #2
“Well,” she murmurs. “Mind if I take a seat?” she asks before sinking slowly onto the red banquette before one of the bowling alleys. “It’s good to be off my feet,” she says with a flirtatious smile. “Stilettos are killer.”
“But you look amazing in them,” I say in a deep tone while seating myself across from her.
Scott and Cross take positions on either side of Lily while Lionel continues observing from the bar.
Perfect. Hopefully, we don’t look like hungry assholes about to tear into a particularly luscious morsel of womanflesh.
Lily smiles again, completely unaware of my rancid thoughts. But then her pretty features go serious.
“Well, what I wanted to talk to you about is protection,” she says. “And using it during our special session tonight.”
The silence in the room is positively thunderous.
“Okay,” Scott drawls, breaking the silence. “Your stepfather did mention that protection is paramount. But you’re on the pill, right?”
Lily takes another deep breath, and this time one of her pasties does dislodge.
The pink circle drops from her breast to the couch, revealing a turgid rose nipple capping a luscious mound of white.
She’s got to have at least Double D’s, and my cock jerks in my pants, releasing a bit of pre-come in the process.
But Lily doesn’t notice that her pastie’s slipped and continues to speak like nothing’s wrong.
“Well, that’s the thing,” she murmurs. “I was recently prescribed new birth control, so I’m currently in the “in between” phase. I’m waiting to start my new pill while the old pill wears off.”
I stare at the gorgeous teen.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I growl. “You’re not on the pill?”
Lily shoots a slightly panicked look at her stepfather, but Lionel merely shrugs.
“No, I’m not,” she manages in a strangled voice.
“I know this comes at a bad time, but I had to get off my old birth control. It gave me the worst cramps, and I was in misery for fifteen hours a day. But it doesn’t mean that we can’t party tonight, Daddies,” she says with a hesitant smile. “We’ll just use condoms instead.”
Then, out of nowhere, Lily pulls out a box of Magnum XLs. To her credit, she got the Costco-sized container, so there will be plenty to go around. But still, I haven’t used condoms in forever. Possibly not since I was a teenager myself, with a desiccated rubber that I stole from my grandpa.
“Sweetheart,” I say in a smooth tone. “We don’t need rubbers. One of the things about being young is that –”
“—it means that I’m fertile,” Lily finishes for me, her cheeks blooming with color. “I’m only eighteen, so I’m definitely very fertile and I could get pregnant from just a drop of male seed.”
My heart jumps as my cock jerks because the fact is that I’d love knocking up my friend’s daughter. I don’t even know Lily, but the mere possibility of breeding a teenage girl turns me on, and I’m even more determined to take her raw and unprotected now.
“No, that’s not what I was going to say—” I intone. But Cross interrupts.
“I’ve never used rubbers in my life and I’m not going to start now,” he says in a flat tone. “No way, no how.”
Lily’s startled by his rude objection, but I hold up one hand, hoping to soften the blow. Damage control is highly needed in this scenario.
“What Cross is saying is that there are other ways to not get pregnant,” I correct in a smooth tone. “There are lots of ways to enjoy one another without bringing latex into the equation.”
Cross snorts rudely.
“It’s not the latex,” he growls. “It’s that I want to feel tight young pussy flesh squeezing my dick, or tight young anal walls massaging my cock. You might as well kick me out now if you’re going the latex route.”
I shake my head because Cross’s belligerent attitude isn’t helping things. But Lily doesn’t seem put off. Instead, she takes a deep breath and looks us straight in the eye.
“I know,” she says in a soft voice. “Most men like to go in raw, and condoms are a downer. In fact, I like it raw too because it feels glorious to have man release deep in your pussy, depositing his sperm in your sweetest spot. But given the conundrum we’re in, I’d like to propose a compromise.”
“Okay,” Scott drawls, his black eyes arched. “And what might that be?”
Lily bites her plush pout, her lips going rose-red in the process.
Shit, she’s so gorgeous and tempting, sitting on the couch with her big breasts out, and that tiny g-string covering nothing but her clit.
I have half a mind to stop the conversation right here, right now, before pressing my face between her legs and lapping up the sweet folds of her cunt.
That’ll make her forget all talk of latex and rubbers. What a killjoy.
But Lily nods again and giggles sweetly.
“Well, I have a friend whom I think you’d really like,” she mewls.
“Her name is Rose, and she’s gorgeous. How about if Rose comes and services you too?
” Lily posits in a hopeful voice. “Would you like that? I promise, Rose is as slutty and horny as me, which means that she adores male cock. So what do you say, gentlemen? Use protection today, in exchange for a shot at Rose?”
The three of us growl low in our chests because is Lily serious? Is she really offering up a teenage friend to be penetrated in all three holes by three unrelenting, masculine alpha males? Is she really sacrificing her best buddy to a sordid menage where anything can happen?
But the jerking of my cock tells me what my response will be because I’ve always had a weakness for curvy young women who enjoy spreading their legs … and it seems my dreams are coming true tonight.