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“Jake, you bastard,” I grinned.

Max whipped us up some very tempting French toast with sides of fruit. It wasn’t spectacular, but it was pretty damn good for what he had to work with. We sat down and ate together, while he listened to me prattle about my curmudgeonly old landlord and the things I’d like to do to him. As we finished eating, he extended his hand to place atop mine as he continued to listen to me talk.

“At least things are starting to turn around now,” I said at last. “Now that you’re here. I just wish Jake could have come too.”

He pursed his lips for a second, and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying that I’m glad for this chance to get you to myself for a while.”

I grinned. “No, I don’t think I do mind that. In fact, right at this moment I can only think of one thing I do mind.”

“And what’s that?” he said.

“The fact that you’re still dressed.”

*

Ten minutes later, Max had me bent over the couch, shoving my face into the cushions as he drilled me from behind. I was suddenly glad for the fact that I had most likely immobilized Mr. Norton for a while or he would likely have been pounding on my door again in response to the noise I was making, although I was doing my best to muffle it with the couch cushions.

My wrist was about to fall off with the speed at which I was frigging my clit, desperately trying to get myself off after the two times he’d made me come already. It still amazed me how many orgasms I was able to get out of a single fuck with my one of my bears. Or both, for that matter. No other man had ever gotten me off as much as they did. And if that was the only appeal they had, in comparison with everything else in my life that would almost be enough.

He managed to get a third shrieking orgasm out of me before he finally erupted inside my depths, and we collapsed onto the couch. I ended up sprawled with my head cradled in his lap, looking up into his face, cupping my pussy with one hand to catch the leakage from what he’d left inside me. “Thank you, Max,” I hummed. “I needed that sooooooo bad.”

“I think that makes two of us,” he said.

“Wow,” I thought out loud. “If I was this much of a wreck without you and Jake for one day, how am I ever going to make it through a week?”

He tenderly stroked my hair. “I’m kind of hoping you won’t have to.”

I looked pointedly up at him. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Come on, Billie, who are you trying to kid here?” he said. “You’re miserable here. You’ve told us all about it; you’re struggling to find enough money all just so you can keep putting up with that crotchety bastard. At what point is any of this worth it? You should come back to the woods and live with Jake and me.”

“Which one of you? You guys live in separate cabins.”

“Who cares? You could stay with one of us one night and the other the next. And then some nights we all stay in the same cabin. We’ll work it out once you’re out of this hellhole.”

“I don’t want to be a kept woman, you know. I don’t want to depend on you guys to care for me.”

“You don’t have to. You can do freelance work online, like Jake and I do. How do you think we make money? We only look like backwoods hicks, Billie; it may surprise you, but we actually do have Wi-Fi receivers out there.”

“Really?”

“Really. We’re bears for the modern world, never doubt that.”

I giggled a little. “Are you gonna have an answer for everything?”

“Do you need one?”

“I guess that’s a yes.” I thought for a second, and added, “And a pretty good one, too.”

“Come on,” he said, “quit dancing around the topic. What do you say?”

I was silent for a little longer than I probably needed to be. But then I looked up him and said, “You already know what my answer is, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, baby,” he grinned.

I sat up and twisted around, pulling his face to me to kiss him. And right when we were in the middle of making out, I heard a knock at my door. I released Max’s lips from mine to groan. “How many times in a day does he need to harp on me about my rent?”

“You think if you answered the door looking like that he’d have a heart attack?” he asked, alluding to my current nudity.

“That would require him to have a heart in the first place,” I joked. A mischievous grin crept into my face, and I added, “I think it would be worth it to find out, though.”

And without bothering to go find some clothes, I got up and walked to the door.

Before opening it, however, some unsolicited spark of good sense made me stop and look through the peephole.

And my mouth fell open.

“Oh my god,” I laughed.

“What is it?” Max asked.

I turned a big grin to him. “It’s Jake!”

I eased the door open, giving him my best Playboy lean against the doorway. “What took you so long, stud?” I husked.

“Uh…” he stammered, clearly not expecting this.

I laughed, and grabbed and pulled him by the wrist. “Get in here, you doof!”

He staggered inside as I shut the door behind him, coming to a sudden stop and seeing Max on my couch. “Hey, Jake,” Max said, casually throwing a hand up.

Jake looked back and forth between us several times. “How long has he been here?” he finally asked me.

I shrugged. “Fifteen, twenty minutes maybe?”

“Glad to see you stand by your convictions, man,” Max quipped.

Jake grimaced, and said, “Fine, you got me. I missed her, too.”

I stepped up to Jake and put my arms around my neck. “I’m so glad I’m not the only one who’s been a complete wreck since I came home. …Wow, that sounds so nasty when I say it out loud.”

“It’s appreciated anyway,” Jake said, and bent to kiss me.

“Thank you,” I smiled. “Now would you hurry up and get naked already? I haven’t been properly fucked by a big strong bear in almost five whole minutes!”

Jake gaped at Max in both amusement and disbelief. “Max, man, what have we created?”

I didn’t know the answer to his question, but whatever they’d created was, it drained his balls dry in under twenty minutes. After the treatment they both had given me over my little vacation, just one day without it had made me positively ravenous.

I started by dropping to my knees and extracting his cock while he was still busy staring at Max, wondering what to do with me, so I kind of took him by surprise. But once he got into it, clothes started raining down around me. When I finally looked up at him again with his big bear cock still in my mouth, I was greeted with the sight of huge pectorals looming over me, paving the path up to his face.

He soon showed me how much he’d missed me by throwing me into a chair and diving face-first between my legs. I gasped and threw my head back, scrabbling at his head and kicking my legs about as he showered affection on my nether regions. I opened my eyes to see Max still seated on the couch watching me, beginning to stroke his shaft which was quickly regaining the hardness I had just relieved it of minutes ago.

Jake rose up and aimed his already stiff rod between my already spread legs, and speared himself down into me in a single smooth motion. I bent my splayed legs at the knees to wrap around his waist as he fucked me, my teeth gnashing as I grunted up at his face. I turned to look again at Max, still sitting there stroking himself as he watched.

I finally rolled my eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Max, get off that couch and get over here!”

“Well, since you asked me so nice,” he said, rising up and holding his cock as he walked over to me. I leaned to the side to slurp him into my mouth, taking his big handle as deep as I could. Ah, yes. This was how it was supposed to be. If this wasn’t what heaven felt like, I wasn’t going.

I squirmed in the chair, bent at an awkward angle to keep sucking Max as Jake fucked me the way he was. It eventually started to get uncomfortable, and I released Max and pushed Jake off of me, and declared, “To the couch, boys!”

I led the way, taking position on my hands and knees across the couch, and watched with anticipation as the guys followed. Jake climbed on behind me, placing a steadying hand on my ass as he guided himself back to his goal, while Max climbed on in front of me, where my hand and mouth were waiting for him. Both of them entered me at either end at almost the same time, impaling me like a pig on a spit. Except, I imagine the experience being pig on a spit is way less pleasant than this was.

They jointly fucked either end of me, almost in a sawing motion in unison. Jake would thrust into my pussy, then Max would thrust into my mouth, and back and forth. I moaned and squealed loudly around my mouthful of Max. I wondered if they were doing this on purpose, and if they were, they totally needed to do this more often.

Max reached under me to play with my dangling breasts. Jake reached under me to play with my pulsing clit. And I was already coming like crazy, and I couldn’t stop. When the sheer orgasmic joy just became too much to bear—pardon the obvious pun—I let them both go and knelt on the floor between them, and alternated back and forth between sucking either of them. When they finally both exploded, I was willing to call the spunk that rained down on my face the best shower I’d ever had.

I smiled and licked my lips, catching the excess sperm around them, still stroking the two dicks on either side of me. “Oh, what was I thinking?” I said. “I can’t give this up!”

“What are you talking about?” Jake said.

“We just worked it out before you got here,” Max answered. “She’s gonna come live with us.”

“Really?” Jake said. “You’re sure about this, Billie?”

“Absolutely!” I declared, rising to my feet and going to grab a tissue and clean my face off. “What has living out here ever done for me? I’m through with it! Seriously, fuck this place!”

“Well,” Jake shrugged. “Can’t say I object to that notion. Okay then.”

The boys spent the next few hours helping me pack. It probably would have taken longer if I were more interested in taking more stuff. We packed up my toiletries, my wilderness gear, a few of my home décor items and a few clothes. What did I need too many clothes for when I was going to be living in the woods with
these guys
after all?

We got dressed and headed out the door with my bags, only to run into Mr. Norton waiting there in a wheelchair, which I guess he kept on hand for an emergency. At least he was prepared. “Where do you think you’re going now, freeloader?” he croaked.

“Out of here,” I said. “You can rest easy now, or however you rest anyway, because you’re never going to have to see me again, and I’m never going to have to smell your cigar and whiskey breath blasting in my face while you rant at me about late rent again.”

We made our way to the stairs, but Mr. Norton wheeled right into our path, blocking our way down. “Not so fast, Missy. You don’t get to just sneak out the back door and forget everything. Not only am I going to collect what you still owe me, I’m going to bleed you through the nose for what you just did to my good hip! You hear me, bimbo, I’m going to ruin you! I know the toughest lawyers in town! You’re going to be living in a tent under an overpass, sharing street gruel with Harry the hobo for dinner and—”

Before I had to listen to him any longer, Jake and Max both lunged forward, their faces beginning to shift, becoming furry and bear-like and their teeth growing long and sharp. Mr. Norton’s eyes went big as saucers, and he rocked back in his wheelchair—not a good thing to do when he was right at the top of the stairs. The wheelchair rolled back, taking the old stinker with it as it went bounding and bumping all the way down the stairs, before finally tumbling and crashing into a heap at the bottom.