by Krista Wolf
“You ready?”
I bit my lip and nodded. His cock looked absolutely incredible; all thick and straight and hard. Gripping it by the base, he dragged it up and down through my dripping slit a few times, soaking it in the process. By the time he finished, the head and shaft looked coated in warm honey.
“I’m read—”
The rest of my sentence ended in a whimper, as Trey thrust forward and impaled me with his cock.
“OHHHHH…”
It was just like coming home.
“OH my GOD…”
Nothing had felt like this. Not ever. Not even when I’d dated that college lacrosse player, who was longer and thicker than any of my other boyfriends.
No, Trey’s cock was so big, so thick, it stretched me in ways I never thought possible. I watched soberly as it filled me from within. Slid all the way up to the glorious hilt, where his heavy balls slapped gently against my asscheeks.
“Go slow man,” chuckled Dante. “She’s new at this.”
I glanced up to see myself surrounded by acres of smooth, wonderful flesh. I wasn’t even aware they’d gotten undressed! I scanned the men now to enjoy them, one by one, my eyes lingering on three rock-hard bodies. Three broad chests that tapered down in a ‘V’, into tight, rippled stomachs.
I reached for Trey mid-thrust, as he continued fucking me with long, deep strokes. I ran my fingers over his washboard stomach. Looked up into his lust-filled eyes as my fingertips enjoyed every bump, every line and hard, sculpted ridge.
That little pleasure didn’t last long, as my hands were taken away. Adam and Dante had agendas of their own, as they dragged them to their own bodies. Before I knew it, my hands were closing over two very hard, throbbing cocks.
This is… unreal.
It was, really. Probably even more so because I began pumping, sliding my hands up and down like I’d been doing it all my life in this natural, rhythmic motion. Jerking these guys between two rolling fists as their friend and fellow fraternity brother plowed me deeper than I’d ever been fucked before.
Holy… holy fuck…
I was grunting. Groaning. Taking Trey deep inside me while he shoved my legs even further back over my shoulders. My body was wracked with an intense pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. A feeling of fullness and completion knowing I was surrounded by lovers. And underlying that, some inane sense of accomplishment, that I was giving as good as I was getting.
“Here,” I heard one of them say. “Guide her to the edge.”
To the edge of what, I didn’t know. Maybe the edge of my own orgasm, which was fast approaching.
But then I felt my body being shifted sideways, and my shoulders touched the lip of the bed. Dante took Trey’s place between my legs. He entered me in one smooth motion, just as Adam tilted my chin back, lolling my head over the side of the mattress.
Before I knew what was happening, a cock was pressing against my lips. I looked up into Adam’s smiling face, standing over me. Sweeping my hair aside, as he guided himself against my face.
I smiled back, without hesitation. Then I opened my mouth to take him deep into my throat.
“Mmmmm…”
I felt him push past my lips, sliding against my tongue. Filling my mouth to capacity as he pushed past my uvula. Between him taking his time, and Dante slowing down to watch, somehow he didn’t trigger my gag reflex.
“Holy shit, look at that,” Adam breathed.
It was unbelievable, how deep I was taking him. At this angle, I could bring him almost all the way in.
“That’s it baby. Just like that.”
He caressed my face as he’d done before, as Dante began plunging in and out of my pussy again. Somehow he seemed even thicker, if such a thing were possible. I could feel him filling me wall to wall with his beautiful olive-skinned cock, which I’d gotten a glimpse of before we’d switched.
Look at you. Just…. look at this.
I actually wished I could. That somehow there were a mirror on the ceiling, or I could have an out-of-body experience just to take in the full, glorious picture of what was happening to my body. I was stretched out naked on a strange bed, about to be screwed senseless by three men I’d met just a few hours ago. Already taking one inside me — bareback, no less — while the other held his cock deep in my throat.
It was ludicrous. Irresponsible. Totally unlike me.
But it was also the most fantastic thing I’d ever done.
It went on like this for a while, the two of them fucking me in tandem. Taking me hard, from both ends. Filling and fulfilling me in ways I’d never imagined, while I squirmed and bucked and whimpered between them.
“Alright,” I heard a voice growl nearby. Just above me, I could see Adam’s body stiffening with desire. “Spin her around. It’s my turn.”
Nine
DANTE
I didn’t want to leave her.
She felt too fucking good, too unimaginably tight and wet and hot at the same time. I loved the look of her legs, slung over my shoulders. The sexy, hourglass shape of her body, that screamed of how much of a woman she was.
“Switch, bro,” Adam said again, pulling himself from her mouth. “C’mon.”
Reluctantly I left her, watching her pussy cling to me on the way out. The lips of her mouth were wet. Swollen. Totally amazing. I couldn’t wait to try them. It would be my consolation prize…
But then Trey jumped in, taking that end of her.
I stroked myself slowly, content to watch for a while as the others took care of her. Adam flipped her over like a rag doll — he was that much in heat — and sank straight into her from behind.
“Ohhh my Gooooood…”
It was funny, because they both elongated the same phrase at the same time, she and him. The two of them equally amazed at how unimaginably good it felt, as he began fucking her doggie-style with long, penetrating strokes.
Trey knelt by Hannah’s face, feeding her the bulbous head of his cock. She opened and took it. As she blew him, her ass moved back and forth with a cute little gyration that told me she loved to fuck. And that this might just be her favorite position.
“MmmmMMMmmmm…”
The noises she was making only made me harder, hornier. The three of us had wanted her badly, ever since we’d first seen her profile. Done everything we could to get her right here, in our bed, for this very moment.
And now here she was, her fantastic body pumping back and forth between my two friends. Getting double-teamed for the first time in her life, and not just loving it, but thriving on it.
I slowed down on my strokes, to keep from bringing myself off. It was crazy how much I loved this. Totally out of character, considering the way I grew up. But it was always so fucking hot. So incredibly primal and raw, taking a woman in this way. Sharing her between us, bouncing her back and forth against our bodies, for the sole purpose of bringing her off.
That was a huge part of the allure for me, and for the others too. Watching a woman let go of her inhibitions. Seeing her take total control of her desires, for the very first time. With so many, it had been a one-night event. A date or two, followed by the fulfillment of a long-time fantasy… and then nothing.
For them it was nothing more than what we called it: sportfucking. Just one crazy night to add to their repertoire. For us, it went deeper. We’d decided long ago that we were looking for a mate. Someone to share time with. Someone to care about, and who would care about it.
Finding someone we could share and love… well, that was the key. Because as fun as it was to fall into bed with a woman as hot and wet and eager as Hannah, it was even more fun to date that woman. To take her out alone… or in pairs… or with all three of us, and enjoy time with her. To be able to call her our girl.
I looked down to see that they’d switched places again. Trey was alternating between dogging her hard, or stopping temporarily to devour her from behind. Hannah was wetter and more turned on than any girl I’d ever seen.
She was grinding back into his face. Crying out in pain and ecstasy, as she screwed her eyes closed and weathered the storm.
Trey dropped back, and I moved in to kiss her. I wanted to drink those lips again… taste the sweetness of her tongue. Her eyes opened, and a slow smile spread its way across her beautiful face. Hannah hooked one arm over my shoulder for leverage, and I held her steady, forehead to forehead, as she rocked back and forth.
“You okay?”
She nodded eagerly, breathing hard. She was very close to coming. I could sense the tension, building in her body.
“You’re fucking fantastic,” I told her with a smile. “You know that?”
Hannah grinned and gripped me hard by the back of the neck. She smashed her lips against mine, thrusting her tongue back into my mouth.
God, it had been a long time since things felt this natural. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but looking into this girl’s eyes I could feel a strange and instant connection with her. It was almost like she understood. That she could tell this was more than just sexual for us. That on certain levels, it went well past that.
But damn, the sexual part was already beyond amazing.
Trey let go of her for a moment, and I seized the opportunity. I spun her around again, grinning down at her as Hannah smiled over her shoulder and waved her ass in my face.
“Fuck me.”
Heh. As if I needed an invitation.
I grabbed her by the hips first, then enjoyed the feel of my fingers sliding down over her lovely, heart-shaped ass. For the second time I plunged into her, grabbing her by the hair this time and pulling her back until my face was pressed tightly against hers.
“I’m inside you…” I growled into her ear.
Hannah tried to nod, but I had her chin pinned skyward. Instead, she gurgled her assent. I started pounding myself into her, pressed tightly against her back, our bodies molded together as one. It felt astonishingly good. So incredibly warm. So dripping wet…
Her orgasm came as a complete surprise to me. One minute Hannah was fucking me back, the next she was screaming and coming, grunting through clenched teeth while her pussy contracted around my cock. She was saying something too, though I couldn’t hear what. It sounded vaguely like curse words — a long, dark string of them — all guttural and sneering and raw.
Her climax triggered mine, and at the very last second I realized I was past the point of no return. I moved quickly to pull out. To grab my shaft and milk it all over her, showering her with my come, watching with satisfaction as it dropped across her naked back in long, ropy strands.
But my new lover had other ideas.
With surprising speed her hand shot backwards, closing itself over one of my cheeks. Five pointed fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my ass, clenching me tightly, holding me against her — and more importantly, inside her — as the first wave of euphoria crashed over my brain.
“In me.”
She grunted the words back to me, clutching me hard. And then all of a sudden I was coming. Blasting off inside her, like it was the end of the world. Filling her silky channel with jet after jet of my hot, sticky come, while she bucked and thrashed and cried through an orgasm all her own.
It was a full minute before I came back to Earth. Sixty glorious seconds of pure, silky heaven. By the time she collapsed forward, still leaking my come, the others were already staring back at me. Trey looked on in disbelief. Adam a little more knowingly, with a tight sideways smile.
I’d just broken one of our cardinal rules.
Ten
BROOKE
I woke in a strange new bed, spooning a strange, warm body. For a few moments, my mind couldn’t focus. I couldn’t remember where I was, what I’d been doing…
Oh SHIT!
Memories came flooding back, drowning me in awe and wonder. Slowly I lifted my head. Took in the smooth, naked expanse of deeply-tanned skin sprawled beside me, and the rippled musculature beneath it. The man beside me was slumbering deeply. Taking slow, steady breaths, his broad back rising and falling…
Dante.
Carefully I extracted myself from the sheets and stood up. It was late… or rather, it was early. I could tell by the dim light filtering in through the big windows, that it would soon be dawn.
I walked through the shadows of the studio apartment, pulling on clothes. My phone was on the table where I’d left it. I punched up an Uber, found the bathroom, and proceeded to do my business.
Did last night really happen?
I searched my rapidly recovering memory. Every beautiful moment that floated back told me that yes, it certainly fucking had.
Holy SHIT, Brooke!
Holy shit didn’t even begin to describe it. A dozen conflicting emotions battled each other in my spinning head. I felt tired and spent, but also rejuvenated. A little slutty and dirty, but in a gut-churningly amazing way.
Minute by minute I replayed the events of last night in my mind. Every soulful kiss, every dripping second of being taken by them, over and over again. They’d tag-teamed me mercilessly, trading off so many times I lost count. Crushed me hotly between their hard, rippled bodies, penetrating me from every angle until I was a quivering, molten mess.
I’d come hard, three or four times, maybe even five. It was impossible to know. They kept waking up and taking me again, sometimes alone, sometimes together. Spreading my legs and plunging into me. Never asking. Always finishing inside me, thanks to my snap insistence in that first, heat of the moment climax.
I finished putting myself back together, thinking again about how I’d let them all come inside me. That part was foolish I knew. But after a half year of taking birth control without a single sexual partner, on some level I felt I was owed this one crazy night of total debauchery.
Besides, there was nothing to be done about it now.
I primped myself in the mirror, taking things at face value. Yes, I looked like a total wreck. Like some girl who’d been fucked six ways to Sunday by three different guys, and who was now trying to sneak out without a proper shower.
“Fuck it,” I said, blowing myself a kiss. “What’s done is done.”
Quietly I went back out, through the kitchen, stopping at the fridge. There was a dry-erase board there, presumably for shopping lists or whatever. On a whim I took the marker off its little Velcro pad and scrawled a message:
That was a fun night, boys!
Call me.
I finished it by drawing my signature heart with a ‘B’ in the middle. Fully satisfied, I headed back toward their antique fossil of an elevator, only to realize I didn’t know the first thing about working it.
Uh oh.
Luckily I didn’t have to. There was a metal security door with a push-open crossbar leading to a set of stairs, which I took all the way down to the street. As the lock clicked behind me, there was a fleeting moment where I imagined the bottom door locked too. I’d be trapped in the stairwell. Embarrassingly frozen in the middle of my escape, needing to be rescued from my walk of shame.
Shame?
Maybe it was like that, but it also wasn’t. For some reason I wasn’t the least bit ashamed at the night I’d just had. Yes, I’d had sex on the first date. But hadn’t most women? So what that it had been with three guys instead of just one. It was the same principal, just different… quantities.
I laughed my way out into the snow-filled street, fully confident I could probably convince myself of anything. The angry voice in my head was uncharacteristically quiet. Maybe it had just needed to get off.
Not far from the curb my Uber was already there, chugging away. I verified the driver, smilingly introduced myself, then settled back into the leather seat for the five-minute ride back to the coffee shop.
I tried telling myself it was all for the story. That last night had simply been part of the most intensive research I’d ever done. But already I knew it was more than that. I could feel it in mind, my body, my soul.
And as much as I didn�
�t want to admit it? I could feel it in my heart, too.
I knew right then that I would’ve done it anyway. That the way they’d wined me and dined me, and charmed me from beginning to end? Even without the importance of my looming deadline I would’ve jumped each and every one of them, pinning their hard bodies beneath me as I impaled myself on them with a breathless sigh.
Adam. Dante. Trey. They were all so goddamn perfect. And not just physically either, but in ways that made them fun and instantly likable. Any one of them would make a fantastic boyfriend. It was almost a shame I’d met them like this, hiding behind white lies and a false persona.
The car slowed to a stop in front of my own. I paid, got out, and hopped into my little ride. It wasn’t much, but it was mine, and that was all that mattered.
For the next minute or so I debated the merits of getting coffee, since I was already at the scene of last night’s crime. I decided to save the money. I could brew a nice pot at home, while I took a long, steamy hot shower.
I can still feel them, I thought to myself. On me. In me…
It was all true. I could still smell the scent of their bodies, pressed against mine. Feel the heat of being sandwiched between them as they rocked me back and forth, sharing me in every which way…
I turned into my apartment complex, parked, then walked to the door on two shaky legs. Halfway there, I stopped abruptly.
Something had caused me to look up. To pause, mid-step.
There was something taped to my front door.
A message?
It didn’t look like a message. Not at all.
Maybe a pick-up slip, from the post office.
It didn’t look like that either. Instead, it looked long and dark, maybe black. And it looked crumpled. Corroded…
Brushing aside my fears, I gathered the rest of my courage and took the final few steps toward my front door.
Then I saw what it was… and dropped my keys to bring both hands up to my mouth.
