Page 31 of Runaway Hucow

Peyton’s fingers clutched Tess’s hair, gently but firmly pulling her head back until her mouth came off him, trailing strings of wetness. She whimpered slightly at being deprived of his hard, warm member, but when she turned her head the other way, Spike was there waiting for her, every bit as aroused as his brother, and noticeably thicker. She was only able to fit his head inside her mouth, and even that made her jaw ache, but the minotaur didn’t seem to mind one bit. He rumbled pleasantly as she rolled her tongue against that little V on the underside of his shaft. Meanwhile, on the other side of the bed, Peyton rumbled too as she stroked him with her hand, using her saliva as lubrication.

After a little while, she turned back to Peyton and started to suck him again, then she returned to Spike’s big cock, then Peyton again, then Spike. For several minutes, she went back and forth between the two brothers, soaking up their words of encouragement and praise while her taste buds soaked up their precum.

Electric impulses of desire raced over her skin. Her entire being seemed energized with arousal. She moaned wantonly, the sound muffled by the hard male flesh filling her mouth.

“Let’s turn her over,” a voice said.

It took her a moment to realize it had been Spike who had spoken. In the haze of her arousal, the two bisonmen had become one thing, a single entity with two bodies dedicated to the sole purpose of pleasing her and being pleased by her—for even that was the same thing now. Tess wanted them to come so badly. She wanted them to spend themselves on her and inside her. She wanted to taste the salt of their seed, wanted to feel it dripping warm and thick down her skin. She wanted it so bad it hurt, even worse than the ache in her breasts before the bisonmen had helped her with their mouths.

They must ache too, Tess thought, not in their chests, but in those huge, heavy sacs dangling between their legs. They need me to help them. They need me to drain them.

The minotaurs lifted her and turned her until she was on her knees at the edge of the featherbed, her face toward Peyton, her hindquarters toward Spike. The bedframe groaned as the big bisonman climbed onto the mattress behind her. His cock slid between her legs, not penetrating her, just sliding against the outside of her body so that the flat upper surface of his shaft was pressed against her folds. Tess reached down and took hold of his tip as he began to thrust back and forth, grinding his shaft against her vulva.

In front of her, Peyton took her head between his hands and tilted her face up toward his. Tess noticed that he had taken his spectacles off. He looked different without them, but no less handsome.

Peyton leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, then he let his kiss wander elsewhere, over her cheek, down her throat, until finally his face was nestled between her breasts and his tongue was laving the skin over her heart. Once he had made her nice and wet, he stood up, lifted one hoof onto the side of the bed for support, and pressed his cock into her cleavage. Then he started to rock his hips, thrusting his hard length up and down between her breasts.

“Your whole body is so soft,” Peyton purred above her. “I don’t believe there’s a single part of you that doesn’t feel good.”

Tess closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensations of two massive bisonmen grinding their arousal against her. It felt so good being used and shared like that. Part of her didn’t want it to ever end.

Another part of her couldn’t wait for them to come all over her.

Behind her, Spike gripped her hips in his huge hands and yanked her back. Tess’s upper body fell forward, but she caught herself and ended up on all fours in the middle of the bed. Spike fisted her hair from behind, pulling her head back. Peyton was still standing right in front of her, and now his cock was level with her face. It was hard and glistening.

“Open up, hucow,” Spike commanded. “Open up and let my brother use that perfect little mouth of yours again.”

She opened without hesitation, and Peyton immediately filled her. His hands were on the sides of her head, and Spike’s fist was still holding on to her hair from behind, moving her head back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm, making her mouth slide up and down on his brother’s shaft. Then Tess’s head was moving on its own, her wet lips traveling the length of him, taking as much of him inside her as she could manage.

Behind her, Spike levered his own cock upward. His leaking tip glided between Tess’s dripping folds, and for a fraction of a moment she thought he was going to thrust into her and take her—truly take her, deep and unprotected. She didn’t know whether to be frightened by that or excited.

But instead of penetrating her, Spike’s cock continued upward, so that the underside of his shaft was pressed between the spread cheeks of her rump. He was still wet with her saliva, and she could feel it dripping warm and slippery against her rear hole as he started to rub himself against her, fucking the cleft of her ass the way Peyton had fucked her breasts a few minutes before.

Both of them were getting close now. Tess could sense it in the tension of their muscles. She could hear it in the quickening of their grunts. She could even smell it in the warm masculine scent that was now enveloping all three of them like an invisible blanket of arousal.

The bisonmen were about to come.

Peyton was the first to finish, and he did so inside Tess’s mouth, sending his first few spurts straight down her throat before his slower, thicker pulsations covered her tongue with his salted cream. Tess swallowed all of it with muted moans.

Spike came a few seconds later, spending himself in a dozen sticky ropes across her back and hips. When the force of his ejaculation finally started to diminish, he tapped his cock against her ass to get the last few dribbles out. Tess could feel his seed running down her crack, thick and warm. He picked her up and drew her to him, and the viscous fluid squelched between her back and his front.

“Spike!” Tess said scoldingly. “You made a mess all over my back… I wanted to taste you.”

“You still can, ma’am.”

The big bisonman moved so that his back was against the headboard, and Tess was nestled against him. He gestured toward the nightstand, where Tess’s breakfast of oatmeal and coffee sat untouched, but still steaming. “Peyton, hand me that spoon please.”

The younger bisonman had put his spectacles back on. He looked where his brother was pointing, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. Apparently he knew what Spike had in mind, though Tess still had no idea.

“Sure thing, brother.” Peyton took the spoon out of the bowl of porridge and sucked it clean. Then he handed it to Spike.

“Lean forward,” Spike whispered in Tess’s ear.

She did so, and her back made a slippery sound as it separated from Spike’s front. A moment later, she felt the edge of the spoon moving up her spine, gathering the bisonman’s abundant seed.

“Bowl,” Spike said.

Tess leaned back into Spike again and watched as Peyton picked up the bowl of oatmeal from the nightstand and handed it to his brother. Spike reached around her body with his arms, holding the bowl in front of her with one hand, and the full spoon with the other. Tess gasped in shock as he plopped the contents of the spoon directly into the center of the bowl and started to stir, swirling his seed with the brown sugar and oatmeal.