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What Happens In The Locker Room	By : SereneKim Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What Happens In The Locker Room
- 1
"Have you seen Tom or Dennis?" Kim Boyd asked Judy Hoffs as she passed by Judy's desk.
Judy glanced up at Kim and then looked around.
"The last time I saw them they were heading out for their case." Judy furrowed her brows. "But that was over seven hours ago."
Kim sighed in slight aggravation. "Thanks anyway, Jude." Kim walked back to her own desk and practically threw herself down into her chair. Last week she had been working on a spouse abuse case with Dennis Booker and Tom Hanson and may have found some pertinent information regarding the child who had been taken from the home a month prior to their going in and arresting the father. But now she couldn't find Hanson or Booker anywhere.
"Fucking imbeciles," Kim grumbled to herself as she began to leaf through sheets of paper.
"I hope I'm not included on that list," Harry Ioki mumbled as he stopped directly next to Kim's desk.
Kim strained her neck looking up at him. "No, just Hanson and Booker." Harry shook his head and rested one lean hip against the edge of her desk.
"Somehow I am not surprised."
"You wouldn't happen to know where they are, would you?" she asked hopefully.
Harry shook his head once more. "Sorry, can't say as I do." His eyes shot up to the balcony above Kim's head. "Have you checked the locker room yet?"
"No, that hadn't even occurred to me; thanks, Harry."
Harry mockingly saluted her. "I do what I can." Harry grinned and winked before striding out of the chapel.
Kim gathered the papers into a neat pile and placed them into a medium-sized Manila envelope and then set the envelope beneath a hole-puncher in the bottom third drawer of her desk. She straightened out the loose items on top and then stood to her feet. She took a deep breath as she began the slow climb up the stairs to the second floor where the bathrooms and the communal showers were located.
Kim stepped off the top step and looked around. There were sweat socks hanging over the wooden bench in front of the blue metal lockers, Booker's leather jacket hanging up on the coat rack next to the bathroom door, Hanson's jacket right next to it; but no sign of the two men in question.
Stepping over a black duffel bag lying precariously in the middle of the floor, Kim pushed the door to the locker room open and then took a step back in shock. "Holy shit!" she cried, suddenly alerting Hanson and Booker to her presence.
"Kim!" the two shouted back at her, abruptly pulling away from each other.
Kim's eyes darted back and forth between them. "I-I didn't mean to intrude." Before Hanson or Booker could stop her, Kim had backed out of the room and ran back down the stairs.
"Hey!" Judy muttered as Kim rushed past her desk. "Did you ever find…"
"I'm clocking out early," was all Kim said in reply. She quickly grabbed her purse, stuffed some necessary items into it, and followed Harry's lead and walked out of the chapel.
Images were flashing behind Kim's eyes of what she had just witnessed in the locker room. Of Booker and Hanson pressed up against the lockers, making out heatedly as their hands roamed over naked chests and buttocks. The way they had familiarized themselves with the other's body indicated that they had been involved with each other in an intimate manner for quite some time.
Kim blew out a deep breath and tried to forget about the fact that Booker's body was lean and muscled, his abs looking simply hard to the touch, making her want to run her hands and mouth all over him. And she tried to block out images of Hanson's own bulging biceps and tanned muscular forearms as he and Booker rubbed against each other erotically.
Kim finally pulled up to her apartment complex after what seemed like an eternity and put her car in park. She turned off the ignition and just sat staring out at the starry night sky, thinking about what she had seen. Her reaction, as one would expect, was immediate shock and disgust. But now, as she sat in the front seat of her car recalling Hanson and Booker's hands all over each other, she realized that it was also arousing.
Cursing, Kim removed her keys from the ignition and climbed out of her car. She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat, slammed the door, pressed the key lock pad, and then strode hastily into the lobby. She opted against taking the elevator tonight and instead began the slow ascent up to level four.
At last Kim trudged into her apartment, weary and slightly tired. She tossed her keys onto the nearby night table, setting her purse down near it, before dragging herself into the living room and collapsing on the sofa. She shut her eyes and reached over to her left for her remote and was about to click the television on when there was a loud knock on her door.
Groaning, Kim reluctantly got to her feet and answered the door without bothering to look through the peephole. When the door swung wide, she found Hanson and Booker leaning against her doorframe.
Kim flushed at the vivid reminder of the two men dry humping each other while naked. "What-what are you guys doing here?" she asked, hoping that they didn't notice the nervous waver in her voice.
Booker licked his lips as he stared down at her enticingly. "You know what we're doing here," he replied. Without waiting for an invitation, Booker pushed past Kim and entered her apartment.
Hanson shook his head apologetically at Kim and followed Booker inside at Kim's nod of invite. Kim blew out a deep breath and slowly closed the door. She turned to face them as they both stood just inside her living room. Hanson had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched her while Booker took a long, hard look around. After all, it was the first time Booker had ever set foot inside Kim's apartment.
"This is a nice place you've got here, Kim," Booker mumbled.
"Thanks," was all Kim could think of to say in response.
They all grew quiet again. Kim continuously stared down at the ground, too shy, too unwilling, to meet their eyes. "Okay," Booker said, breaking the silence at last, "we all know why Hanson and I are here." Booker looked pointedly at Kim, but she still wasn't meeting either of their gazes.
"Kim, you walked in on something you weren't ever meant to see." Booker thought about that. "Well, not yet anyway." That last comment caught Kim's attention and her head shot up, her eyes locking with Booker's.
"Huh?" Kim asked in confusion and even Hanson looked surprised.
"What the hell are you talking about, Booker?" Hanson asked.
Booker strode over to Hanson and he wrapped his right arm around Hanson's shoulders. "You can't tell me, Hanson, that you've never thought about fucking Kim's gorgeous body." Kim blushed profusely as Booker's eyes drifted over to her and traveled down the length of her body. "I know that I sure as hell have."
Hanson's eyes heated as he too skimmed Kim's curvaceous and highly tempting body. Hanson's eyes briefly met Kim's, which dilated with a sudden burst of desire, before he turned back to Booker. "What are you getting at, Booker?" he asked.
"Oh, I think you know." Booker smirked knowingly as he moved away from Hanson and casually made his way over to Kim, who was watching him warily. "We want you, Kim." Booker stopped directly in front of her. "Do you want us?"
Kim gulped and glanced from Booker to Hanson and back. She'd had a thing for Hanson ever since she'd first arrived at Jump Street, which was over two years ago, but Hanson had never paid her any mind in that regard, so Kim had all but given up on anything ever transpiring between them. And she and Booker had been flirting on and off since he'd arrived five months ago. So yeah, she'd always had a thing for him as well.
But the both of them? Together? All at once? She'd never actually entertained thoughts along those lines.
"Kim?" Booker's voice came rearing into her head, pulling her out of her thoughts.
She looked up at Booker. "Are you-are you saying that you want me to participate in a threesome with y'all?" Booker grinned as Kim's southern accent came out.
"Basically, yeah." Booker leaned in close to Kim, his lips only inches away from hers. "Are you even the slightest bit interested?"
"Um…" Kim chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully as Booker and Hanson watched her carefully. She could already feel her nipples tightening in anticipation and her pussy dripping with the unspoken promise of unspent pleasure.
"She is," Hanson spoke up, stepping forward. "I can see it in her eyes." His eyes trailed down over her bulging breasts that surged against the tank top she wore. "There are also goosebumps on her skin that weren't there five minutes ago." His eyes met Kim's and he smirked. "The thought of being with two men at once is turning her on."
Kim stuttered indignantly. "I--that is untrue."
"Maybe it's just the thought of being with you and me, specifically," Booker muttered to Hanson.
"I don't want to be with either of you, let alone both of you at once," Kim continued to deny hotly, although the thought alone sent throbbing shivers through her pussy.
Hanson quirked one eyebrow into the air. "Okay, well if that's true, then you won't be wet, will you?"
Kim's eyes widened enormously. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what that means." Hanson nodded towards Booker, cocking his head to the right, silently directing Booker to move behind Kim. Booker did so right away. "And if you're not wet, we'll leave you alone. But I know that I'm not wrong. You're aroused, aren't you?"
Kim wasn't sure what to say to that. Instead, she licked her lips and inhaled a shaky breath just as Booker pressed against her from behind. He was rasping heavily on the back of her neck, his fingers skimming over the nape of her neck and brushing hair away.
Kim shuddered involuntarily when Booker lightly kissed her bare flesh. "And how are you supposed to find out if I'm wet or not?" Kim asked through a moan, tilting her head back until it landed on Booker's shoulder.
In front of her, Hanson's eyes shot up to meet those behind her. "There's only one way to find out." His eyes locked with Kim's once more. "You're not afraid to have us touch you…are you?"
Kim's eyes narrowed at Hanson's blatant challenge. So Kim lifted her chin haughtily and said, "Of course not."
Kim could feel Booker's hands moving down her neck to slip over her shoulders. They trailed over her bosom and lower until his fingers were fiddling with the button at the top of her jeans. "Do you want me to undo this?" Booker whispered huskily into Kim's ear, letting his tongue slip out and lick at the lobe.
"If that's what you want to do." Kim's voice was shaky with arousal; she could feel Booker's smile widen behind her.
"Oh, I want to do more than that." Booker slid his tongue across her neck erotically and slid his fingers into her pants without bothering to unzip or unbutton them. They slid further down into her panties until he was caressing her pussy, which he found to be slick with her excitement.
Booker glanced up at Hanson. "You were right, Hanson. She's very, and I mean very, wet. She does want us." Booker slid his thumb over Kim's swollen clit; Kim bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out at the sudden delightful sensation. It had been so long since a man had touched her.
"None of that," Hanson spoke up, stepping forward. "We want to hear you moaning our names…"
"Screaming them," Booker corrected and Hanson's grin widened.
"We want to hear you screaming our names." Hanson stepped even closer to her, his chest brushing against hers as he twirled some strands of her brown hair around his hand. "Are you ready?"
"She's more than ready," Booker answered for her. He pressed his fingers harder against her mound while at the same time pressing into her from behind, allowing her to feel his erection pushing against her ass. "So am I," Booker rasped into her ear.
Hanson licked his lips and leaned forward, capturing Kim's plump lips in an almost tender kiss. Her lips parted of their own accord and Hanson's tongue immediately slithered in. As Kim began to return his kiss, twisting her tongue around his to get into his mouth, Hanson grabbed a fistful of her hair to yank her forward.
Booker stumbled forward as well, his fingers digging almost painfully into Kim's swollen clitoris. Kim moaned loudly into Hanson's mouth and brought her left arm up to wrap around the back of Booker's neck. Booker bit down gently into her skin and pushed two of his fingers into Kim's tight opening. Kim's inner muscles instinctively clenched down around Booker's digits and she groaned loudly.
"Fuck, she's tight," Booker grit out as he thrust against her ass.
Booker's comment caught Hanson's attention and he slowly pulled away from Kim. "Tight?" Behind Kim, Booker nodded affirmatively and Hanson turned back to Kim. "How long has it been since you've had sex?"
"Um…" Kim bit down on her bottom lip as she wracked her brain, trying at the same time not to concentrate on the movement of Booker's fingers thrusting in and out of her tight hole. "Uh," she moaned out against her will. The feeling of Booker's fingers inside of her was causing her to lose all brain function.
Hanson grinned at Booker over Kim's shoulder. "Can you stop for a minute, Book? I think Kim is having trouble answering my question."
Booker smirked and removed his fingers from Kim's womanhood and then from her pants altogether. Kim grunted in disappointment as Booker moved away from her. "So?" Booker folded his arms over his chest as he and Hanson stood off to the side, awaiting her answer.
"What was the question again?" Kim asked.
"How long has it been since you had sex?" Booker replied with a small grin.
Kim blew out a deep breath and thought about the last man she had been with. The last man she had been with was her ex-boyfriend, Josh. And she hadn't seen him since…
"Um, I think it's been over two years," Kim mumbled, looking down at the ground in embarrassment.
Hanson and Booker's eyes widened and they exchanged looks. "Well, sounds like Kim needs to get laid pretty damn bad," Hanson muttered. Next to him, Booker nodded in agreement.
Kim huffed and braced her fists on her hips. "I do not need to get laid," she insisted.
"Yes, you do," Booker returned as he began walking slowly towards her, making her automatically back away uncomfortably. Booker quirked an inquisitive eyebrow. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked.
"Sort of, but not in bad way."
Booker reached her at last when her back hit the wall and she had no choice but to remain stationary. He grinned softly at her, trying to reassure her that she didn't need to be scared.
Kim gulped nervously anyway as Booker wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her forward to smash their lips together.Her arms immediately came up to wrap around his broad shoulders, trying to pull him closer as his tongue slowly parted her lips and slipped inside the wet cavern of her mouth.
She moaned into his mouth and instinctively rubbed her pelvis against him. Booker growled and thrust his tongue so deep into her mouth that Kim was almost afraid that she would choke on it. Booker raised his left hand and roughly pulled on her hair, causing Kim to cry out in half pleasure, half pain. She felt her juices begin to slide down her thighs as Booker's grip on her hair only tightened.
After a few minutes, Booker had to pull away to catch his breath. "So, you like it rough?" he asked, rasping heavily as he grinned wolfishly.
Heat rushed into Kim's cheeks, but she didn't deny the fact. She couldn't, even if she wanted to. Her nipples were brushing painfully against her bra and there was an aching in her pussy that increased at the rough way Booker touched her.
Booker turned to glance over at Hanson. "What should we do with her now?"
Hanson's eyes darted between Booker and Kim, his eyes heating as he observed the bright flush that trailed down Kim's neck and chest. "Take off her shirt."
"I was hoping you would say that." Booker's eyes locked with Kim's. "I've been wanting to see you naked since I met you." His hands slipped beneath Kim's shirt and he lifted it over her head.
Hanson took the shirt out of Booker's hand and tossed it to the floor behind him. "I think every man at the chapel has." He thought about that. "Well, except for Fuller. He sees Kim and Judy as though they were his daughters."
Booker's eyes darkened as he stared down at Kim's heaving breasts, pushed together by her lacy blue bra. He brought his hands up to cup them in the palms of his hands, closing his eyes briefly to savor the feeling of her breasts in his hands at last.
"Stop stalling," Hanson whined and Booker's eyes flew open.
"I'm not stalling," Booker insisted, leaning forward to inhale the scent of Kim's skin. He ran his tongue along the crevice between her luscious breasts and Kim shuddered against him, her eyelids fluttering and her back arching as she waited almost impatiently for him to undo her bra.
Kim's eyes locked with Hanson's over Booker's shoulder. "I think he's stalling," Hanson said, moving back to stand next to Kim, unsnapping the back of her bra himself. Once that was done, he slowly began to slide the straps down Kim's arms only to have Booker stop him.
"What's your problem, man?" Hanson snapped.
Booker reluctantly took a step away from Kim. "Look, I'm a man who appreciates what he has."
Both Kim and Hanson eyed him in confusion, so Booker sighed.
"If I wait a long time for something," he explained, "and I finally get it, I don't rush it. I savor it." He ran a long finger down Kim's smooth cheek, grinning when her eyes dilated in longing.
"You never savored anything when you got me," Hanson pointed out, slightly hurt.
Booker turned to face Hanson. "That's because I never wanted you from the get-go or as much as I wanted Kim. No offense."
Hanson glared at him. "No offense taken. I'd rather have Kim than you, too."
The two started glaring heatedly at each other; Kim glanced between them. "I think I should leave you two to settle this."
She started to slide her bra straps back up her arms, but was once again stopped, only this time by Hanson.
"You're not going anywhere," Hanson said, roughly pulling her against his chest and lowering his mouth down to hers. His tongue angrily claimed the inside of her mouth as his hands trailed up and down her bare back.
Kim heard a growl behind her as Booker stepped up and rested his hands low on her hips. She could suddenly feel two different erections pressing into her, one on her stomach and the other on her lower back.
She moaned and ground against both of them. Hanson groaned into her mouth and sucked on her tongue as Booker smacked her ass encouragingly.
Kim reluctantly pulled away from Hanson and then slipped out from between both men. "Alright, I don't want to come between you two."
Booker quirked an inquisitive eyebrow. "You don't? That's not what your body's saying."
Kim blushed brightly. "You know what I meant, Dennis." Her eyes darted between the men again. "Now, I'm not doing anything with either of you until you work this out. You two obviously care about each other and I'm not going to interfere with that." She walked away from them and took a seat on her couch.
Booker and Hanson glanced at each other and then turned back to Kim. "We're not angry with each other," Hanson said. "We're just finally being honest with each other." He glared at Booker.
Booker threw his head back with a groan. "You're starting to sound like a fucking chick!"
"Which is exactly what you'd prefer, isn't it?"
Booker stared at Hanson as though he'd lost his mind. "Are you fucking serious right now?"
Across from him, Hanson folded his arms over his chest like a tempestuous child.
"Tom, you know how much I like you…"
"But?"
"There is no but!" Booker shouted in aggravation. "I want you! I've proven that time and time again!"
Kim listened to the exchange with interest. The way Hanson was getting all upset over Booker….It sounded like Hanson was actually in love with him. And was starting to get jealous and possessive over him.
"Prove it to me right now," Hanson was saying.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
Hanson shrugged nonchalantly. "Use your imagination." He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
Booker sighed, glanced at Kim, and then lunged at Hanson, taking him completely off-guard. He pressed Hanson against the wall, forcefully lowering his arms from his chest to push his own against it. As he gripped the back of Hanson's neck roughly and rammed their lips together, heatedly thrusting his tongue into his gaping mouth, their erections rubbed against the other's through their jeans.
Hanson grunted as Booker's hand began to travel the length of his body. He ran his own hands down to Booker's hips to pull him harder against his body.
Booker smirked against Hanson's mouth and dug his fingers into the sides of Hanson's waist. When he felt Hanson's hands gripping his buttocks, Booker thrust against him again and pulled away to rasp out, "You see what you do to me?" He grabbed Hanson's hand and placed it over his burgeoning, throbbing erection.
Hanson gripped Booker's cock gently, but with enough force to have Booker bucking into his hand. "Take them off," he ordered Booker. "Take off your pants."
Booker licked his lips as he loosened the buckle on his jeans and slid the zipper down until the head of his cock was peeking out. Hanson's eyes left Booker's to gaze lustfully at Booker's large cock that he'd felt inside him twenty times since Booker had arrived at Jump Street. And he was nowhere near finished using it for his own pleasure.
By this time, they had all but forgotten about Kim as they were too wrapped up in what the other was doing.
Kim, however, was enjoying the show as Hanson fell to his knees and pulled Booker's jeans down to his ankles. He licked his lips eagerly before leaning forward to lick at the head of Booker's dick, his tongue swirling around the slit as his nails dug into Booker's thighs.
"Jesus, Tom," Booker grit out through clenched teeth, his hands falling down to grip Hanson's hair, who continued to teasingly lick up and down his shaft, driving him crazy. Hanson sure knew how to give head and well!
"Stop teasing me, Tom."
Hanson chuckled in amusement, which sent vibrations through Booker's cock. Booker shuddered, unsure of how much longer he would be able to take the torment of Hanson's tongue gliding expertly around his cock as his hands fondled his balls lovingly.
Meanwhile, Kim could barely keep her legs together as she watched Hanson suck Booker off. The throbbing in her pussy had become so intense that, since the men's attentions weren't focused on her, she decided to unzip her pants and thrust her hand down them. Her fingers automatically sought out her swollen clit and she pinched it between her thumb and index finger before rubbing at it furiously.
Her moans were quiet and mostly to herself as she pleasured herself while watching the two men. Her eyes rolled back as her body trembled with orgasm, soaking her fingers with her own secretions.
"Tom," Booker groaned as Hanson deep-throated his dick, his head lolling to the side so that he was now looking out at Kim's body shuddering with climax. His eyes widened as he realized that she was getting herself off watching them. Literally.
Booker slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of Hanson's warm, wet, suctioning mouth. "Tom, I think we've been neglecting Kim."
At Booker's statement, Hanson glanced over at Kim, who had paused in her movements with her hand still down her pants as she realized that their attention was back on her.
Hanson stood to his feet and exchanged a look with Booker. "I think you're right." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "We should probably do something about that."
Kim yanked her hand out of her jeans, going red from her face all the way down her chest.
"Don't stop on our account," Booker muttered in amusement. "Although it would have been better if you had waited for us."
"Um…" Kim was at a loss for words and utterly mortified that she had been caught masturbating. She sat up straighter, closing her legs as she pointlessly tried to recover her pride.
"Can't think of anything to say?" Hanson asked as he made his way over to the couch and knelt down next to Kim. He stroked some hair out of her face as she chewed nervously on her lower lip.
Booker, after having pushed his jeans completely off his body and removing his T-shirt, joined them. "Kiss her," he softly instructed Hanson.
Without arguing, Hanson bent down and gently brushed his lips over Kim's. She tentatively began to kiss him back, opening her mouth wider to allow Hanson's tongue access to enter. Hanson's left hand drifted up into her hair, threading the strands between a couple of his fingers.
Kim moaned and lightly raked her nails down the sides of Hanson's arms as he pressed heavily down upon her. Kim's bra, which still remained loose around her shoulders, was pulled off in the heat of passion. Hanson threw it to the floor behind him.
Meanwhile, Booker moved forward and leaned over the couch, finding that Kim's pants were still unbuttoned. He reached out, gripped the waistline of the jeans, and slowly slid them down her long legs, admiring the smoothness of her soft legs beneath. His fingers drifted over her skin and he watched as goosebumps popped out on her skin.
He smirked and leaned forward to gently bite into the flesh on the inside of her thigh.
Kim felt many sensations all at once: Hanson's fingers grazing her nipples, twisting them into hard peaks as he possessively kneaded the mounds of flesh they rested upon; cool air brushing against her now-exposed breasts and against her legs as Booker threw her pants off to the side. When Booker slid his hand up her thigh just before biting it, she shuddered.
Hanson pulled away from her deliciously sweet mouth, smacking his lips loudly. He glanced down at Kim affectionately, noticing that her lips were slightly swollen and her breathing had become ragged.
He smiled and his eyes traveled down to her heaving breasts. He licked his lips hungrily and lowered his head to take a pert, cherry-colored nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip before taking the full nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.
Further south, Booker simply gazed at the sexy thong that Kim wore. It was blue and slightly transparent, so he could see that Kim obviously shaved down in that area.
He had never seen anyone more beautiful than she was at that moment. She was flushed from the chest down, her back arching slightly to thrust her nipple up into Hanson's mouth as he sucked individually on each of her nipples. The sound of her moans and gasps shot straight to Booker's cock. More blood rushed to the head of his cock, which he didn't think was possible.
Glancing up at Kim's lovely face, he discovered that, while clutching Hanson's head to her bosom, she was watching him with hooded eyes. He sent her a seductive smirk and wink and licked his lips once more, making sure she could see how much he wanted her.
Kim felt wetness seeping through her panties. She knew she had never been so turned on in her life.
Booker stroked her mound through the fabric of her panties and she squirmed. He smirked as he slid his fingers beneath the straps of her thong and slowly slid them down the length of her legs.
Once she was fully naked, Booker leaned back to admire her curvaceous and sinfully tempting body. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hanson doing the same. His eyes locked briefly with Kim's, then Hanson's, before he moved forward and swiped his tongue across her clit.
Kim cried out and her body jerked as Booker pulled her forward by the knees so he would have better access to her pussy. He was getting the taste of her in to his mouth, and it was not unpleasant. She tasted sweet and almost fruity and he began to lap at her eagerly.
While Booker's tongue was working its magic thrusting in and out of her pussy, Hanson was still busy fondling Kim's breasts. He was rubbing them with his hands and licking erotically around her nipples teasingly, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body.
When Booker ran his tongue over her clit and then sucked it into his mouth, Kim felt her body thrum violently and she arched her back up off the couch. Her moaning keel of ecstasy was so loud, Hanson covered her mouth with his to keep from disturbing her neighbors. Kim sucked forcefully on Hanson's tongue as her body continued to shake and Hanson's cock grew even heavier with arousal.
When her body settled down at last, Hanson pulled away from her, stroking away hair that had fallen into her face during her climax.
Booker also pulled away and stood to his feet, his erect cock straining forward, a bit of pre-cum leaking out of the tip. He glanced between Kim and Hanson, both of whom watched him with identical looks of lust on their faces.
"How are we going to do this?" Hanson asked as he straightened up to his full height.
"I'm taking her first," Booker replied. "I've wanted her a lot longer than you have."
Hanson's back stiffened. "And just how the hell would you know that? I've known her longer than you have and I've always…"
"Always what? Kept her at a distance? Told her you weren't interested?"
Hanson sighed. "I only ever said that because I didn't want our work relationship to change." He glanced over at Kim, who stared up at him with wide blue eyes.
Hanson lowered himself to Kim's eye level. "I've always wanted you."
"I know," Kim replied. "You always thought you were discreet, but I caught you staring at my ass a few times."
Hanson chuckled as Booker moved forward and lifted Kim to her feet by her shoulders, setting her down in front of him. His hands traveled over her curvy buttocks and he hauled her forward to kiss her passionately.
Pulling away, Booker gently pushed Kim back onto the couch and then fell over her, straddling her. He pushed her legs apart and placed the tip of his hardened cock intimately against the juncture of her thighs.
Kim moaned and arched forward, brushing her breasts across his chest. "Please," she begged, trying to arch up to take him into her.
"Please what?" Booker returned. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what it is you need."
Kim reached up and roughly yanked on Booker's hair. "Fuck me," she demanded in a husky voice, her eyes wild with anticipation.
Booker smirked and rubbed the head of his cock against her lower lips, allowing her wetness to slick his manhood for easy passage. Then he slowly began to slide into her inch by agonizing inch. He kept his eyes on her face as he glided into her until he was fully sheathed inside of her.
Kim's eyes darkened and her lips pouted down in that sexy way of hers. Booker stroked her cheek lovingly. She was so beautiful.
Hanson stood off to the side as Booker began to move, his hips pounding deeply in and out of Kim. When they started groaning in unison, Hanson reached down to tug on his own cock. He jerked at the sensation of his thumb running over the slit in the head of his cock, hissing in a deep breath as he watched Booker and Kim.
Kim was moaning loudly as Booker continued to slide into her slick passage, going back and forth from a slow, steady pace, to a wild, frantic tempo. His cock kept rubbing up against a sweet, highly sensitive spot deep inside her that she hadn't even known existed until she arched up, digging her nails deeply into Booker's skin as she came explosively.
Booker smirked in satisfaction and didn't stop thrusting.
The feeling of being filled completely by a man once more had Kim shuddering in pleasure. How had she gone so long without this feeling of a man buried up to the hilt in her pussy? After tonight, she wouldn't be able to do it again.
Kim's eyes landed on Hanson, who was still pulling and tugging on his cock as he watched them, his eyes dilated with lust and longing. She bit down on her bottom lip as she came once more from the combination of watching Hanson jerk off and Booker nibbling on her neck with his thumb circling her clit.
Without any warning, Kim shoved at Booker's chest until he flew backwards and landed on the other end of the couch. Before Booker could question her actions, Kim fell on top of him and lowered her still aching and wet pussy back onto his engorged cock.
As she began to ride Booker at her leisure, the two of them groaning in unison, she crooked her index finger at Hanson, indicating that he come forward. Hanson did so, dropping his hand from his crotch when Kim's left hand wrapped around him. She tightened her grip when Hanson groaned in appreciation and urged her on.
She pumped his dick a few times before pulling him forward as far as he could go, standing behind the arm of the couch as he was, and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.
Hanson jerked, sliding his member deeper into her mouth as her tongue slipped between her parted lips to swirl around the slit in his head.
"Fuck, Kim," Hanson groaned, throwing his head back onto his shoulders as she sucked her cheeks in to apply more pressure.
Kim moaned around Hanson’s dick as Booker thrust violently up into her, groaning her name, and Hanson's, repeatedly as he gripped her hips to keep her in place.
Vocal vibrations shot up Hanson's cock when she groaned and again Hanson jerked wildly. He reached down with his right hand and allowed his fingers to tangle in the soft strands of her brown hair.
Kim's tongue licked up the shaft of Hanson's cock as though it were a lollipop, enjoying the sounds he made and the rocking movements of his body as he thrust in time with her suctioning mouth. She could feel Booker's hands move up her body to cup her breasts just before he replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue.
Kim closed her eyes in bliss when she felt her body tremble beneath Booker's ministrations as the most intense feeling of pleasure shot through her as she climaxed.
Hanson, at the feeling of Kim's mouth clamping down around him as she moaned out in pleasure, roughly gripped the back of Kim's head, holding her in place as he shot his load down her throat and forced her to swallow it.
Booker was not far behind, erupting when Kim's tight muscles contracted around him in orgasm. He shuddered violently and dug his nails into her hips as he drove into her until his energy was spent and he slumped back against the arm of the couch.
He panted heavily as Hanson and Kim did the same. Hanson had already pulled out of Kim's mouth to collapse to the floor in a giant heap. Kim was leaning against Booker's chest, her own breaths coming in as she continued to swallow, trying to get the taste of Hanson's cum out of her mouth.
Booker chuckled as he watched Kim, stroking some hair out of her face. "Don't worry," he said, "you'll get used to the taste. And once you do," his eyes locked with Hanson's when Hanson sat up, "you'll find it's not so bad."
With that said, Booker yanked Kim's head forward to smash their lips together, his tongue slithering into her mouth to caress every recess of her cavern to get Hanson's taste out of her mouth.
Booker pulled away after he had satisfactorily cleaned Hanson out of her mouth and reached out, grabbed Hanson's hand, and pulled him forward to land on the couch with them. Booker slipped out of Kim's still warm heat and immediately felt the combination of his cum and her juices slide down over him.
"Come here, Tommy," Booker muttered, gently sliding Kim down his body so that Hanson could slide forward.
Kim watched through tired eyes as Hanson and Booker kissed tenderly, the kiss briefly turning passionate before they pulled away. Then Hanson glanced back at Kim and he smiled and pulled her forward to kiss her heatedly as well.
"Well, how was it after several years of not getting any?" Booker asked Kim as he leaned further back on the couch, folding his arms behind his head.
Kim sighed dreamily and fell back on the other arm of the couch. "Well, I refuse to ever give up sex again. Now I remember what I was missing." Her eyes went from Hanson to Booker. "Only I don't think it was quite as…stimulating."
Booker and Hanson exchanged glances, smiling knowingly. "Of course not," Booker replied. "How could it be when it wasn't with two stallions like us?"
Kim sighed contentedly and stretched, accidentally knocking Booker in the neck. "Sorry," she murmured.
"Don't worry about it." Booker lifted her foot and began to rub the sole of it, causing her to moan in non-sexual bliss. "So, uh, Kim…Do you mind if we crash here?"
"Mm," she replied, already half asleep.
Hanson chuckled and glanced at Booker. "I don't think she minds too much."
"Nope." Booker grunted under the weight of Kim's sleeping body. "Hey, can you help me get her up and into the bedroom?"
Hanson nodded and gently scooped Kim up into his arms, allowing Booker to stand to his feet and stretch out his muscles. He smiled at the way Hanson's arms tightened around Kim as she unconsciously snuggled closer to his chest.
Then Hanson and Booker, along with a sleeping Kim, walked down the hallway and pushed open the door to her bedroom.
"Thank god she has a queen-sized bed," Hanson murmured as he gently lay Kim down on the soft mattress. "But how are we gonna sleep? We gonna go take the couch and hope it's a double pull-out?"
"Nope; I ain't leaving a woman that looks like that. Are you?" Booker pointed down at the naked female curled up, facing away from them.
"Hell no."
Hanson walked around the side of the bed and crawled beneath the covers, bringing Kim with him and laying her against his chest. Then Booker slid in on the other side and brought the sheets up around all three of their bodies and spooned up against Kim's backside. His hand fell to Kim's waist and rested there and soon Hanson’s hand fell on top. They shared a loving smile before closing their eyes and drifting off into dreamland.
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