“You won it fair and square,” Mark agreed.
“Slide in there,” Trip said to me. “You can be the base, Mr. Horse-cock.” Then he chuckled. “She’s really cute with those nicknames of hers.”
“Who? Christy?” Mark said. “She’s cute with everything.”
“No kidding. We oughta do this with her next time. Whoa! Lemme rephrase. I meant we oughta do this with her in the batting order, like one of us.”
“I knew what you meant,” I chuckled.
“Good! Thought I might’ve stepped in it. Again. Long story,” he added to Mark.
“I hear that a lot,” he deadpanned.
“You all talk too much,” I said, and Brooke grinned. “Ready? Climb on.”
She swung her leg over my hips. Then she steadied herself with a hand on my chest as she reached between her legs to grasp my cock. She set the tip at her opening, closed her eyes, and sank onto it with a soft groan. All of a sudden she swayed, and I supported her with the obvious handholds, round and firm ones.
“I knew they’d come in handy one day,” she said.
I feigned surprise. “Hey. Where’d these things come from?”
“Where indeed.”
“To be honest, I never noticed them before.”
“Oh, brother,” Trip said as he uncapped the tube of K-Y jelly. “It’s getting deep in here.”
Brooke swallowed hard. Her face and neck were already hot with arousal, and the flush had begun to creep down her chest as well.
I began thrusting. My cock slid smoothly in her well-lubricated sheath. The temperature in her pussy went up, and her nostrils flared with her breathing.
“This is it,” I said quietly, “the big finale.”
“God, yes.”
I pulled her down for a kiss, and her breasts flattened against my chest.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“My pleasure.”
“Ready?” Trip said from behind her.
I stopped thrusting and cupped her ass. Her cheeks were firm and her skin hot. She groaned when I spread her open. Then Trip touched her exposed anus, and she gasped.
“Pink and tight,” he chuckled, “just like I like ’em.”
I rolled my eyes at the corny line, but Brooke wasn’t paying attention. She lowered her head and moaned softly as Trip lubed her sphincter. He took his time, and she slowly relaxed. Then he slid a finger into her ass and gently fucked her with it.
I began rocking my hips, and my cock moved in her pussy. My balls were only an inch from Trip’s hand, but he didn’t seem to care. Part of me wondered why. Another part told me not to dwell on it, lest I wax philosophical.
Brooke must have felt me laugh, and Christy had probably told her about that particular quirk of my personality. She raised her head, and her blue eyes glinted with amusement. Then her ponytail swung forward and stung my eye.
“Sorry,” she laughed. She swept it to the other side, where it tickled my shoulder instead. “Better?”
I blinked. “Much.”
She started to say something else but gasped instead. Trip had added a second finger. She moaned again, and I felt her pussy contract.
“I think she’s ready,” I told him.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He squirted K-Y on his cock and coated it before he tossed the tube onto the nightstand.
“How d’you wanna do this,” I asked, “in between or on the outside?”
“Between. Spread your legs.”
“Your wish…”
“…is my command. That never gets old,” he chuckled as he moved into position.
Brooke sighed, more out of frustration than pleasure.
“Lemme guess,” I asked quietly, “this was sexier in your head?”
“How’d you know?”
“It always is. The letters in Penthouse never talk about this part.”
“No,” she said, a little grumpily.
“Just wait.”
She nodded.
“Go ahead,” I said over her shoulder.
“You sure?” Trip asked.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
“Move ahead…,” he sang under his breath. “Try to detect it…” He set his erection at the pink rosette of her sphincter. “It’s not too late…”
Brooke moaned as the head slipped inside.
“To whip it…” He buried another inch and slapped her ass. “Whip it good!”
The temperature in Brooke’s pussy shot up, and her muscles contracted again.
“When a good time turns around… You must whip it!” He slapped Brooke’s ass, and she shuddered. She didn’t like pain as much as Christy did, but Trip was pushing all her buttons at the same time.
“You will never live it down… Unless you whip it!”
He slapped both cheeks and slid all the way into her. She held very still at first. Then I thrust gently, and that pushed her over the edge. Her insides gripped my shaft, and for a moment I thought she might squeeze all the blood out of it.
“Whoa,” Trip said when he felt it. “Is that—? I mean, is she…?”
“Yeah,” Mark said laconically. “She is.”
“And it’s a big one,” I rasped.
“No kidding. I can feel it from here,” Trip said.
She didn’t move for nearly a minute. She barely even breathed. Then she finally began to relax, and her breath gusted into the hollow of my shoulder.
“Oh, wow,” Trip said. “You want me to pull out? Brooke, honey—?”
She shook her head.
“Just give her a minute,” I said. “She usually recovers pretty quickly. Might take her a bit longer this time, though.”
She nodded and tried breathing through her nose instead of panting. After a minute she nodded again, and I passed it along to Trip.
“Jesus, she’s tight,” he said. He gripped her hips and began rocking his own.
I felt every movement through the thin wall between her pussy and ass. Brooke shivered, and the aftershock rippled through the muscles in her pussy. Trip stopped.
“Is she…?”
“Just an aftershock,” I told him. “Keep going.”
Her ponytail shook with a nod, and he started again. Her ass relaxed and she began to enjoy it. She moaned again, and I didn’t need to tell Trip that it was pleasure instead of pain.
“You’re up,” he said to Mark.
“Airtight,” Brooke agreed, so soft that only I heard.
“That’s the spirit!” I laughed.
“What? Never mind,” Mark added, “I’m sure it’s a long story.”
“Not really. She wants us to make her airtight.”
Trip whooped at the last word, “Oh, hell yeah!” He stopped thrusting and simply held her waist. Then he said out of the blue, “Oh, hey, Brooke, honey… I’m sorry I hit you.”
Her head came up, and her brows knitted. Mine did too, and I wondered what had made him think of that now. Then I realized he’d probably seen pink handprints on her ass cheeks.
“Before, when I spanked you,” he explained. “I guess I had my mind on the song. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, it’s okay,” she said. “You… um… just surprised me.”
“Okay, good. Anyway… Mark, you’re up.”
“For real this time?” he teased.
“You heard the lady,” Trip said, the captain once again. “Let’s make her airtight.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“It isn’t as funny when you say it.”
I had to suppress a chuckle, which Mark saw. His lips quirked in a grin, and we cemented another bond of friendship.
“Sorry about that,” he said to Trip. “I was just trying to fit in.”
“It’s okay. But if you really want to, ahem, fit in…” Trip chuckled at his own wit.
Mark scooted toward us, and his erection loomed over me. Brooke captured the head and immediately starting sucking.
“Sorry about the balls in the face,” he said to me. “I’ll try not to let ’em touch you.”
Trip didn’t realize he was making fun of him. “I dunno,” he teased, “Paul might like it.”