Waddawannadohmm?

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

Just a flash story

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Elodie Dearman wistfully watched the handsome young man and his two companions leave the Becky's Brownies. She sighed as they crossed the street, heading toward the Budget Stay Motel.

"Thanks a lot, Mom," the skinny, petite blonde hissed, cursing genetics for her lack of height, her 26AA chest and plethora of acne.

The door opened and Elodie pasted a smile on her face as two handsome young men entered. It was obvious that both men were patrons of the fitness center next door to the Becky's Brownies. Both were dressed in tank tops and coach's shorts, muscles bulging and rippling as they walked to the counter. Both young men were busily taunting one another.

"Three fifty. Three hundred and fifty. That's right, fifty times," one young man crowed, even flexing his biceps.

"Yawn. Oh. I'm sorry Brian, where you saying something?" the other young man retorted, smiling at Elodie. "Hi; how you doing?"

"I'm good," Elodie giggled, then cursed herself for giggling.

"He's just mad because loser has to pay," Brian smiled at Elodie, shifting his gym bag from one shoulder to the other. "So, I want one, no, no, two of everything in the place."

"Don't listen to him; he does not get two of everything," his companion complained then brightened. "Oh! Toffee? I bet that's good."

"Max is what you would call a sore loser," Brian confided to Elodie as he looked over the selections of brownies available. "Dark chocolate and cherry? Hmm."

"I see that," the eighteen year old girl giggled, moving a hank of her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ear.

They ordered; a Toffee brownie and Becky's Original walnut for Maxwell and a dark chocolate and cherry and chocolate chunk for Brian. Both asked for cups of Becky's fresh ground coffee and cups of iced water.

"So, are you Becky?" Max teased as he paid for their treats.

"No," Elodie giggled, her blush covering her acne.

"So... Got a name?" Max pressed as she pushed the tray across the counter.

"Huh? Oh! Oh, I, I'm Elodie," Elodie stammered.

"Well, I'm Max, and he's unimportant," Max smiled, making Elodie's heart hammer in her scrawny chest.

"I'm Brian," Brian stated, grabbing the tray from Max.

Their light hearted, easy banter continued as they ate. Watching the two well-muscled, handsome young men, Elodie pressed the heel of her hand to her crotch, shivering slightly. She'd waxed her crotch that morning; pressing her hand against herself sent delicious little ripples through her hairless crotch.

A glance at the clock made Elodie stop and glance again. She had seven minutes left on her shift; of course Peggy, Elodie's manager was nowhere in sight. A check of the clock on the cash register confirmed it; seven, no, six minutes left on her shift.

One minute before her shift was to end, Elodie heard the rear door of the small shop slam. The noise was so loud that both Max and Brian glanced toward the rear of the shop.

"I'm here, I'm here," Peggy called out cheerfully from the rear of the shop.

"You know, when it's my shift? I'm here at least ten, fifteen minutes early," Elodie muttered, not acknowledging her manager's carefree greeting.

Here or not, Peggy did not come out to the front of the shop. She noisily clattered around in the rear, the kitchen of the shop. Elodie smiled and blushed as Max approached, tray and empty plates and cups in hand.

"So when do you get out of here?" Max asked, leaning close to Elodie.

"Fifteen seconds," Elodie said, sure her face was as red as a rose.

"Oh? So, waddayawannadohmm?" Max asked, large hand softly resting on her small hand.

"I, I dunno," Elodie stammered, mouth very dry. "Um, you?"

"Me?" Max asked, leaning closer, now squeezing her small hand. "We'd love to take you right across the street there..."

"Make love to you," Brian agreed.

"Bo, both? Both of you?" Elodie goggled.

Both handsome young men had long blond hair pulled back into ponytails; Max had warm brown eyes and Brian had hazel eyes. Both young men were handsome; certainly not the type of men that normally asked Elodie what she wanted to do.

"Mm hmm," Max said.

"So... Waddayawannadohmm?" Brian asked, peering into Elodie's unsure eyes.

"I'm here, I'm here," Peggy said, finally sashaying into the store front.

"Meet you out front," Elodie whispered, grabbing the tray and bustling to the rear of the shop.

"Hi! Help you?" Peggy said brightly to the two handsome young men.

"Hmm? No, no thank you," Max said, turning and heading to the front door.

"We're good," Brian agreed, following his friend toward the door.

"What? What are you doing?" Elodie asked herself as she wiggled out of her Becky's Brownies uniform blouse and hung it in her locker.

Seriously Elodie Catherine Dearman, what are you doing?" Elodie muttered as she removed her bra before slipping on the tight tank top, tucking the top into her faded black jeans.

"There she is," Max smiled as Elodie hurried around to the front of the strip mall from the rear of the shop.

Elodie's head was in a fog as she found herself sandwiched between two tall, well-muscled young men. They walked to the corner then waited for the light to change. Brian and Max talked but Elodie could not think. She simply could not respond as they bustled across the street when the light changed.

In Room 110, Brian and Max slipped out of their tank tops. Mutely, Elodie slipped her tennis shoes from her feet, then peeled her own snug tank top from her bony frame.

"Damn!" Max praised, looking at Elodie's half-dollar coin sized light brown areolae and fat nipples.

"Mm hmm," Brian agreed, untying his shorts.

Wordlessly, Elodie slid her jeans and skimpy panties down and off, revealing her bald pussy. Turning to pick up her clothing, she displayed her cute little backside, eliciting grunts of approval from both young men.

"Ack!" she shrieked, suddenly finding herself airborne.

"Oomph!" she grunted, landing quite hard onto the motel's flimsy mattress.

Brian feasted on Elodie's hairless crotch while Max gnawed on her hard nipples. Every now and then, he would suck kisses from her pouting lips, murmuring words of approval.

"Ack! I, ack! I, oh God! Aaieegh!" Elodie shrieked, climaxing from Brian's mouth and fingers.

With another kiss to her lips, Max wiggled to kneel between her splayed legs. Brian wiggled forward and kissed her lips. Brian's attention to Elodie's breasts and lips were much more urgent than Max's kisses and nibbles had been. Max seemed to truly savor the taste of Elodie's fragrant pussy as he licked, sucked and fingered her to a very noisy orgasm.

Catching her breath, Elodie looked at the nude forms of her two lovers. Her eyes drank in their muscled chests, powerful arms and washboard abdomens. Her glazed eyes then opened wide at the sight of their hard cocks and heavy balls.

She wasn't sure how to gauge cock sizes; she had not learned how to measure a man's cock, other than a quick fumble in the back seats of a date's car. She was sure that Brian had the longest cock she'd ever seen and Max had the fattest cock she'd ever seen.

Max flopped onto the bed next to Elodie. Immediately, she sat up and bent over, gripping his fat cock in her small hand.

"Mm hmm," Max grunted as Elodie wrapped her lips around his cock.

"Mm hmm," she agreed, loudly slurping as she swallowed half of his length into her hungry mouth.

She kept her teeth out of the way as she bobbed her head up and down along the length that she was actually able to fit into her mouth. Her small hand jacked at his length and her other hand fondled his heavy balls.

"ERK!" she grunted as Brian lifted her from seated position to kneeling position; she did not remove her mouth from Max's wonderful, fat cock.

"Oh, oh dear God yes! Oh, oh Elodie! Elodie, Elodie, you, you slut!" Elodie thought as Brian's cock entered her drooling pussy. "You nasty, nasty slut."

"God, God damn, you, are you a virgin?" Brian grunted as his cock pushed up into her wet folds, stretching her open.

"Mm mm," she denied, shaking her head.

"Fuck, fucking tight," Brian grunted, finally fully inside of her.

For several long moments, the room was filled with the sound of her wet, noisy blow job and her wet, noisy pussy. Every now and then, Max or Brian would let out a grunt of pleasure. Every now and then, Elodie would let out a squeak of pleasure.

"Aw, aw fuck, aw fuck, aw fuck," Brian began to chant as his thrust became somewhat erratic.

"Jesus God!" Max concurred.

"Mmng! Mmng! Mmng!" Elodie screamed as she climaxed; mouth and pussy being flooded with semen.

"Elodie Catherine Dearman! You are a whore! A nasty, nasty whore!" Elodie thought as she swallowed Max's salty, bitter, delicious semen. "God I love the taste of a man's juice."

"Damn man!" Brian wheezed, hefting himself from the bed.

"Hurry up in there," Max yelled out as both Elodie and Max could hear Brian forcefully urinating into the motel's sparkling clean toilet.

"Going as fast as I can," Brian agreed as the stream continued at full volume.

Max wiggled out of the bed, his movements sending large ripples along the cheap, flimsy mattress. Elodie watched his beautiful buttocks flex and strain as he hurried to the bathroom.

Elodie smiled as Brian returned to the bedroom, patting his hands dry on his bare thighs. He returned her smile, eyes drinking in the sight of her flat chest, concave belly and plump pubic mound. His limp cock slowly rose as he watched his semen dribbling from her reddened, raw looking slit.

Stroking himself, Brian walked around the bed, flopping down to lie next to her. He pulled her to him, kissing her while his hand pinched and tugged her hard nipple.

"Erk!" she grunted as he easily lifted her, pulling her to straddle his renewed erection.

"Oh yeah, oh God yeah," Brian grunted as he again pushed into her incredible tightness.

Elodie also grunted; her grunts were unintelligible as she felt him filling her, filling her, pushing deep into her.

The bed sagged as Max joined them. Elodie grunted in surprise as Max knelt behind her, his very large hands now gripping her flat chest. His fingers teased and tugged at her hard nipples as she bucked and ground herself on Brian's cock.

"I augh! Oh! Oh God, what? What are you..." Elodie grunted and groaned as she felt Max press a slimy finger against her tight little rosebud.

Brian's kiss muffled her scream as Max's finger pushed past her struggling anus.. She shuddered, groaning as Max imbedded one, then two greasy fingers into her squirming rectum.

"I, oh, oh God!" she shrieked as the blunt head of Max's cock pushed into her resisting bowels.

"Push. Push like you're trying real hard to poop," Max breathed into her ear.

"Augh! I, augh, oh God, oh God," Elodie moaned, voice strangled as Max's thick cock stretched her weakening anus wide.

She could feel the blunt head of his cock pushing into her. She could feel her rectal muscles struggling, straining, attempting to deny him entry. She could also feel Brian's cock plunging deep into her pussy, rasping and rubbing deliciously against her vaginal walls.

Stuffed. Elodie felt absolutely stuffed. Her eyes opened wide, bulging as two cocks pushed into her, two cocks filling her, fucking her, using her at the same time.

"You absolute fucking whore!" Elodie chided herself as she shrieked in orgasm.

"Aaieegh! Aaieegh! Yyyeeesss!" Elodie shrieked as two cocks erupted, spraying semen deep into her.

Elodie came to; a mouth on her left nipple, a finger pushing into her wet folds. She could hear grunting and moaning and garbled synthesizer music. She could also hear a shower running. Her eyes cleared and she saw that someone had put the television on. On the screen, a petite blonde with fake breasts was being roughly sodomized by one cock while sucking on another cock.

Max exited the bathroom, toweling his crotch dry. The scene on the television pixelated and showed a heavily freckled red head with large breasts buckling a strap-on cock around her waist. With a cheeky little smile to the camera, the red head began to sodomize a very cute blonde woman.

Standing next to her head, Max fed his freshly washed cock to Elodie's eagerly sucking mouth. She sucked him to erection, whining when he pulled his cock from her mouth.

Brian rolled away, causing Elodie to whine again; his mouth and fingers had her just on the brink of climax.

"Augh!" Elodie grunted as Max easily lifted her from the bed, then positioned her to straddle his renewed erection.

She groaned happily as Max's cock pushed into her sloppy pussy. His girth rubbed along her slick walls, stretching her. He kissed her gasping mouth and she frantically stuffed her tongue into his mouth. She screamed and bucked as Brian pressed his greasy cock against her raw anus.

Again, she chided herself; she was a slut, a tramp, a whore. She was fucking two men, two men at the same time; she did not even know their last names and she was letting them fuck her.

"Augh, God yes!" she sobbed out then shrieked in a tremendous, gut-wrenching orgasm. "Aaieegh! Aaieegh!"

She came to slowly. Looking around, she saw that she was alone in the motel room. The television continued to show vulgar, mindless, mechanical scenes of sodomy. Elodie stiffly wiggled off of the bed and wobbled into the bathroom. The mirror over the sink showed her that semen was dried on her pubic mound, her lips, and the insides of her thighs. Her guts cramped up and she quickly flopped onto the toilet, grunting and groaning for several minutes. Finally, she stood and pulled the hair net the motel supplied on over her shoulder length blonde hair. The shower felt surprisingly refreshing; she actually felt human again when she stepped out of the tub.

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Elodie smiled when Chad Fremont entered Becky's Brownies; she recognized him from their days together in high school. The tall, stout young man returned Elodie's smile then busied himself looking over the choices of ooey-gooey brownies available to him.

"You know, I think you guys have a racket going," Chad accused, smiling as he made his choice. "Give me one of the dark chocolate brownies; hmm, and a glass of milk."

"A racket?" Elodie asked. "By the way, I like your hair like that."

"Thanks!" he smiled, even running his hand over his buzz cut. "But yeah. Get us all fat eating these brownies then we have to go next door to lose all the weight."

"You been going next door?" she asked, looking at his somewhat flabby physique.

"Just signed up ten minutes ago," he admitted, even flexing his nonexistent biceps for her.

"I signed up minute I heard they got pregnant yoga," she said, pushing away from the counter to grab a clean plate. "Wednesday nights and Saturday mornings. Then? Find out they got pregnant aerobics every Tuesday and Thursday mornings too."

"I, you, you're pregnant?" he asked, kind blue eyes looking at her slightly distended belly.

"Yeah," she giggled, pushing a hank of her blonde hair behind her ear. "'Bout five months now."

"I, you, you're not married," he observed, looking at her naked left hand.

"Nope," she agreed, pulling the plastic gloves on to cut his brownie. "But thanks to my hormones going all crazy? Finally got rid of my zits."

"I uh, you, do you, is the baby daddy, is the baby daddy happy about..." Chad pressed.

"Haven't seen them since that one afternoon," Elodie admitted.

Elodie had no way of knowing that Brian Walters had been engaged, had married his high school sweetheart three days after that hot, sweaty, illicit afternoon. He and his new wife moved twenty miles north and Brian joined a gym much closer to their new apartment. Elodie had no way of knowing that Maxwell Banning had returned to Bargen University in Stooker, Pennsylvania to finish his sophomore year five days after his best friend's wedding.

She also had no way of knowing that Brian and Penelope would divorce after five years and three children when Penelope would catch her loving husband balls deep in their babysitter's tight ass, happily mauling the girl's small breasts. Weeks after the bitter and contentious divorce finally wound its way through the court, Brian would marry the petite, flat chested girl, then wind up divorced a second time when his bride discovered the truth; she was gay.

"I uh, so, uh, so you, you seeing anyone?" Chad braved asking, heavy blush making his face as red as the reddest tomato.

"No," she said, sliding his tray across the counter. "What about you? You seeing anyone?"

"I, you, uh, you wouldn't want maybe uh, they, they just opened that Mama Roma's Pizza?" Chad braved asking, not taking his tray.

"I get off at four," she mused, looking at the clock on the wall. "You, you know where my momma lives?"

"You still in the Canterbury Circle Apartments?" Chad asked, now gripping the edges of his tray.

"Uh huh," she smiled. "D one seventeen; second walkway."

"So, uh, pick you up when?" Chad asked, picking his tray up.

"Mm, five thirty? Gives me time to shower; I stink after aerobics this morning then working all day," Elodie bargained.

Elodie's mother was unhappy when she opened the door of the apartment. She remained unhappy, pinched face letting both Chad and Elodie know she did not approve of her daughter's condition, did not approve of her daughter having a date. Elodie assured her mother that she loved her, then shut the door on her mother's unhappy retort.

"Oh! Nice," Elodie approved of Chad's 2017 Toyota Tundra in gloss black. "But you going have help me up in this monster."

If she noticed that Chad's hand lingered for a long moment on her buttocks as he assisted her into the tall pickup truck, Elodie did not comment. From the apartment's parking lot to the strip mall, they chatted lightly. She was impressed that he had an apprenticeship with a Master Plumber and had his own apartment. He congratulated her on just celebrating her second anniversary of working at Becky's Brownies. When Chad once again rested his hand on her buttocks as he helped her out of the truck, Elodie rewarded his forwardness with a soft giggle and kiss.

"No mushrooms and no I'm not picking them off," Elodie insisted as he held the door of the pizzeria open for her.

"You mean, fried pencil erasers?" he asked and she giggled happily.

After they polished off an extra-large Sicilian on cracker crust, Elodie purred 'So... Waddayawannadohmm?' Chad suggested a leisurely stroll along the Riverwalk. Elodie suggested a hot and nasty fuck at his apartment.

The elevator in his apartment building did not work. Chad admitted, the elevator had not worked for several years and the apartment manager was in no hurry to repair it. So, they trudged up two flights of stairs to the second level. Elodie confessed she was grateful Chad did not live on the third, fourth or fifth floor.

In Apartment 2A, they started off kissing hotly on his soft, stylish leather couch. Elodie proudly showed that pregnancy had finally given her some breasts. Chad did appreciate her small breasts but seemed very fascinated with her swelling belly.

"Oh, oh God!" he grunted when she wiggled out of maternity pants and full cotton briefs to reveal her bald mound.

"Did, did you just..." Elodie asked, seeing a large dark spot forming in his khakis.

"I, sorry," he mumbled, horrified by his lack of control.

Sliding to the floor, she knelt and used her mouth to clean his sticky cock. Smiling up at him, she bobbed her head along the fat cock, reviving his long, thick erection. Once his cock was hard, she scrambled up into his lap, kissed him hotly, then slid him into her drooling pussy.

"Chad, Chad," she moaned as he filled her very snug pussy. "You like anal?"

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Elodie was mildly surprised how easy it was to find a maternity wedding dress that fit over her eight month belly. Peggy, her manager at Becky's Brownies happily donated a full pan of dark chocolate Becky's Brownies brownies as the 'Groom's Cake' and a full pan of the Vanilla Bean Becky's Brownies blondies as the 'Bride's Cake. The local grocery store supplied a traditional wedding cake but most guests were more eager to eat a brownie or a blondie.

Throughout the ceremony, recorded in every photograph for all to see, Elodie's mother wore her trademark pinched, unhappy scowl. Chad and Elodie smiled happily, excitedly for every photograph, ignoring her mother's bitter mood.

"But can tell why my Daddy bounced on out of there," Elodie confessed, leaning heavily against her new husband.

The End.

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