there. Just the fact that my bears had even considered the possibility of giving me up was almost too much to deal with. I didn’t know what I would’ve done if they’d decided to actually do it. Those two were my everything. I’d given up my whole world, everything in my life to be with them. The idea that they might send me away…
I couldn’t handle that.
CHAPTER THREE
We sat down to dinner that night in a charade of normalcy.
Jake prepared some steaks and potatoes, and we ate in what was mostly silence. The guys sat there eating, not saying much, their shoulders tense. They barely looked at me, or even much at each other. I kept trying to say something, like complimenting Jake on the meal, or ask Max what he was thinking we should do tomorrow. Neither of them responded with more than a few words, and the mood didn’t do much to change.
There was only so much of this I could take.
If this situation was enough to make my big strong bears worried, then a fragile little human like me should be very worried.
So I continued trying to lighten things because I had to. I ran a foot sensuously up Max’s leg, and guided it along his thigh to find his limp dick. He just shifted in his seat, letting my foot drop to the floor. “Not now, Billie,” he said.
I frowned. The guys had never resisted my advances before. This had to be worse than I thought.
I got up from the table. “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling very hungry tonight.” I said. I turned and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
I shut the door behind me and collapsed on my side onto the bed, curling up into a fetal position. Despite the fact that I rarely wore clothes anymore, I had never felt more naked than right then. I was so used to feeling the safety of having my bears around me. But when even they didn’t believe they could protect me, I was not thrilled about my prospects.
Feeling vulnerable and alone, I sought what comfort I could; that being the comfort of my clit. I squeezed a hand down between my legs and started to lightly strum myself. An orgasm had helped me earlier today; maybe another one would help now, even if it did have to be self-induced.
I was just starting to get a good rhythm going when I heard the door open. I rolled over and turned my head to see Max stepping into the room, walking up to the bed. “I’m sorry, Billie.” He said.
And then he said no more.
He let his body do the talking, as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over to me. I opened up my position, letting him crawl above me, and cupped his face in my hands as he bent to kiss me.
His hands wrapped themselves around my tits, squeezing and kneading them, making me moan into his mouth. His cock grew to full mast against my pubic mound. My feet churned back and forth on the bed, feeling the growing wetness between my legs.
He pinched one nipple and brought his mouth down to it. I groaned aloud as he slurped my tit into his lips, and his hand slid down my belly to my dripping slit. My body writhed underneath him, his fingers having their way with my clit and his lips having their way with my tit.
I leaned up and kissed along his neck and shoulders, slowly rolling him onto his back. When I had myself mounted above him, I straddled his lap and grasped his stiff tool, running it along the cleft of my pussy, spreading my wetness across it before I put the tip at my opening and lowered myself down on him.
I breathed hard as I settled myself onto him, fluttering my eyes shut and setting my hands on his chest, beginning to rock on his lap. His hands gripped onto my hips, anchoring me down as my body undulated like waves. My head rolled back, my face pointing to the ceiling as I started moaning loudly.
His hands moved up from my hips to cup my bouncing breasts, and I leaned forward to give him easier access. He squeezed my tender tit-flesh, my nipples caught between his fingers. My hair draped over
I couldn’t handle that.
CHAPTER THREE
We sat down to dinner that night in a charade of normalcy.
Jake prepared some steaks and potatoes, and we ate in what was mostly silence. The guys sat there eating, not saying much, their shoulders tense. They barely looked at me, or even much at each other. I kept trying to say something, like complimenting Jake on the meal, or ask Max what he was thinking we should do tomorrow. Neither of them responded with more than a few words, and the mood didn’t do much to change.
There was only so much of this I could take.
If this situation was enough to make my big strong bears worried, then a fragile little human like me should be very worried.
So I continued trying to lighten things because I had to. I ran a foot sensuously up Max’s leg, and guided it along his thigh to find his limp dick. He just shifted in his seat, letting my foot drop to the floor. “Not now, Billie,” he said.
I frowned. The guys had never resisted my advances before. This had to be worse than I thought.
I got up from the table. “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling very hungry tonight.” I said. I turned and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
I shut the door behind me and collapsed on my side onto the bed, curling up into a fetal position. Despite the fact that I rarely wore clothes anymore, I had never felt more naked than right then. I was so used to feeling the safety of having my bears around me. But when even they didn’t believe they could protect me, I was not thrilled about my prospects.
Feeling vulnerable and alone, I sought what comfort I could; that being the comfort of my clit. I squeezed a hand down between my legs and started to lightly strum myself. An orgasm had helped me earlier today; maybe another one would help now, even if it did have to be self-induced.
I was just starting to get a good rhythm going when I heard the door open. I rolled over and turned my head to see Max stepping into the room, walking up to the bed. “I’m sorry, Billie.” He said.
And then he said no more.
He let his body do the talking, as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over to me. I opened up my position, letting him crawl above me, and cupped his face in my hands as he bent to kiss me.
His hands wrapped themselves around my tits, squeezing and kneading them, making me moan into his mouth. His cock grew to full mast against my pubic mound. My feet churned back and forth on the bed, feeling the growing wetness between my legs.
He pinched one nipple and brought his mouth down to it. I groaned aloud as he slurped my tit into his lips, and his hand slid down my belly to my dripping slit. My body writhed underneath him, his fingers having their way with my clit and his lips having their way with my tit.
I leaned up and kissed along his neck and shoulders, slowly rolling him onto his back. When I had myself mounted above him, I straddled his lap and grasped his stiff tool, running it along the cleft of my pussy, spreading my wetness across it before I put the tip at my opening and lowered myself down on him.
I breathed hard as I settled myself onto him, fluttering my eyes shut and setting my hands on his chest, beginning to rock on his lap. His hands gripped onto my hips, anchoring me down as my body undulated like waves. My head rolled back, my face pointing to the ceiling as I started moaning loudly.
His hands moved up from my hips to cup my bouncing breasts, and I leaned forward to give him easier access. He squeezed my tender tit-flesh, my nipples caught between his fingers. My hair draped over
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