by Krista Wolf
“Mmmmm…”
Sammara moaned as her head lolled upside-down off the edge of the bed. In the meantime Kyle’s hands went to her breasts, holding them steady and rolling the nipples between his fingers as he fucked her mouth. I could see her throat swell at the end of every stroke, filling from the inside with his long hard cock. And on my end? I could feel her trying to wrap her legs around me. Taking me as deep inside her as humanly possible, as I filled her body from the opposite end.
I looked up, and Kyle was smiling. I would’ve smiled back, but I hadn’t stopped grinning since we’d started.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmured, gripping her by the hips. Sammara responded by moaning around Kyle’s cock. “You feel like… like…”
I had no words. Nothing could come close to describing the sensations that overwhelmed me. Instead I clamped down harder with my hands and focused on driving myself hard and deep. Stroke by stroke, moan by moan, we tripped headfirst into our old, familiar rhythm.
If Sammara had limits, so far we hadn’t encountered them. She was groaning loudly, slurping and sucking hard to keep Kyle buried in her throat. At times she was forced to take him out. To catch her breath as she glanced down to watch me gliding in and out of her. Her expression was mostly lust… but also curiosity. Like she was fascinated by what she was seeing, down between her outstretched legs.
I couldn’t last long. It just wasn’t possible. She was too beautiful, too hot on the inside and out. Besides, the moans she was making were turning me on to the point where I could barely keep from exploding inside her.
“Switch.”
Kyle nodded knowingly as he pulled himself from Sammara’s mouth. Rather than switch positions on the bed, we merely spun her around… and flipped her over, too.
“I—” she began saying cutely. She looked confused, until Kyle grabbed her hips and pushed her face-down, ass up. “Oh…”
My cock was at eye-level. I pressed it forward against her lips, and she smiled and winked at me before taking me in.
Holy… holy shit…
The inside of Sammara’s mouth was a warm silk sleeve that nearly brought me off right then and there. I took her face in my hands. Guided her head slowly up and down the length of my cock, even as her tongue fluttered slowly around it. It felt amazing. Better than amazing. Sammara’s tongue was twirling, twisting around me. Sliding wetly along the sensitive underside, where it sent shivers of intense pleasure rocketing downward through my groin and legs.
I made sure to watch her face as Kyle slid into her. I saw the flare of her eyes as they opened wide. The swell of her cheeks going momentarily hollow as she sucked in a quick, involuntary breath. Kyle’s hands settled over her ass and he began screwing her doggie-style. After a while she began bucking back against him, urging him deeper…
And that’s when he really started laying into her.
Home.
Yes, that’s how it felt. It was the same as it was before, only instead of Erika — and all her wonderful little tricks — we were inside the body of a different woman. A woman no less beautiful, no less willing.
No less made for us to share…
Twenty-Four
SAMMARA
It wasn’t at all like I thought it would be, like I’d imagined it a thousand times in my head.
It was better.
The feeling of fullness, of being stretched and penetrated by two men instead of one… it was something I was mentally unprepared for. Even as physically, my body responded in all the most beautiful ways.
This is what you wanted…
The voice rattling around my head was correct — it was what I wanted. More so than I even knew. I’d always assumed being with two guys at once would be all about my physical connection with each of them, simultaneously. But I’d completely underestimated the emotional connection all three of us would have, when we were finally connected on the ultimate of levels.
Dakota’s cock had been thick and beautiful. It filled me from within… stretching me to stunning new limits. He’d opened me up beneath the incredible force of his weight and power, driving so achingly deep into my body I felt like I would explode from the delirium of my own gratification.
Then he’d left… and Kyle had taken his place inside me.
That part was surreal; being spun around on the bed, traded off on like some prized possession. My pussy was hotter than it had ever been, so dripping wet now I could feel myself running down the insides of my own thighs. But I was theirs. Theirs to take, to share. Theirs to own, every part of my body.
And everything I had, I wanted them to take part of… together.
Slowly I rocked back and forth between them, relishing in the scrumptiously dirty, wanton feeling of my body being used at both ends. Kyle felt so good behind me that I wanted to scream. Only I couldn’t scream, because I had to constantly focus on keeping my mouth wrapped around Dakota’s considerable girth.
Damn, this is work!
It was, really. That part surprised me. I’d always assumed I could lay back and just let my two lovers take over, doing whatever they wanted. And in a sense, I supposed I could. Only I wanted to make it really special for them. To give it back just as good as I was getting it… and then some.
Pulling Dakota from my lips I glanced up at him bravely. His eyes were glazed, and swimming with lust. He was watching me blow him, but he was spending an equal amount of time watching his friend pound me from behind. It was visual for him, I could tell. In sharing Kyle’s ex girlfriend Erika, he’d learned what he liked. What he loved. What got him off…
I started really slutting it up for him, in a bid to win back his attention. Making my tongue flat and wet, I ran it up and down the length of his shaft a few times. I did this over and over again until he reached for me, burying one giant hand in my hair.
He guided me to his balls. Then back up to the spot just beneath the glans. I teased him there using the tip of my tongue. Gripping the base while circling the underside of the head, until I had him rocked back in ecstasy on the balls of his feet.
“I need to fuck her again,” he growled, curling his hand into a fist. I felt the sting of my hair being pulled. The flash of pain was delicious.
Kyle slapped my ass, hard, and I jumped as he pulled out. Then Dakota was on me again, repositioning me with titanic, effortless strength. I relaxed and gave myself over, my body moving obediently, ready to conform to anything he wanted.
This time he forced me back on the bed, throwing one leg over his shoulder so he could scissor me deep. Crossing one big thigh over mine, it felt like he was literally impaling me rather than fucking me.
“Oh… Oh shit…”
I reached for Kyle. He was above me now, cradling my head in his lap. He swept back my hair from one cheek sweetly, then leaned down to kiss me.
“I… I want…”
I couldn’t get the words out. I was being screwed literally half to death.
“I want you both…”
Kyle kissed my face, my lips, my tongue. He drank me with his mouth, until we were moaning the same moans, breathing the same breath.
“You’re gonna have us,” he assured me. “Over and over. Whenever you want us. However you want us…”
I gasped sharply on a particularly deep thrust. With one hand I was caressing Kyle’s face. The other I had splayed out over Dakota’s chest, to keep him from destroying me. Whenever his thrusts got too deep, I dug the tips of my nails into his skin.
To my surprise he seemed to like it.
Suddenly he rolled onto his back, pulling me upright, keeping himself inside me throughout. The movement was quick and impressive. It ended with me straddling him. Riding him. Taking him up and down at my own pace.
Dakota smiled and interlocked his hands with mine. “Come for me,” he demanded. Then, with a more innocent grin, “I want to see your face when you do.”
I nodded. Coming was something I definitely knew how to do. And I’d been close. Oh s
o close, for so very long.
Four boyfriends…
My mind couldn’t wrap itself around the number. I was barely handling two.
Four men, taking you like this. Alone. Together…
I screwed my eyes shut to focus on the incoming tsunami of pleasure. I could feel it surging in waves. Just behind the growing heat in my belly.
All of them… at the same time.
God, I couldn’t even imagine it! All four of them? What would I—
“UNNNGNGGHHH!!!”
Sweat dripped down my body as I came all over Dakota’s cock in a shuddering, violent climax. Somewhere during my orgasm his hands found my breasts. He squeezed them hard, with just the right amount of pressure, even as Kyle stood to hold me tightly against his body.
“Oh my GODDDDDDD!”
I began cursing, screaming. Screaming and letting everything go, all at once. It was a week’s worth of pent up frustrations, minus of course the fun I’d had with Kyle. But it was so good. So life-changingly awesome I almost forgot where I was.
When it was over I came down slowly, and realized I was on my back again. Dakota had my legs spread so wide I doubted they’d ever go back to normal. Kyle’s cock was a warm tube, lying across my face.
“Where?”
I couldn’t tell who’d asked the question. Not that it mattered.
“Anywhere,” I gasped, looking up at them dreamily. It felt like I was floating in and out of consciousness. “Anywhere you want…”
Suddenly Dakota pulled out, leaving me feeling swollen and empty. He stroked his cock another half dozen times, then threw back his head and groaned…
I let out a contented sigh as I felt it: the heated splash of hot come across my skin. Dakota’s face twisted with rapture as he finished all over me, covering my tits, my belly, even my neck and chin with rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed.
I could hear them breathing, hot, fast and heavy. When I looked up I saw two gorgeous men, hovering over me. Two big cocks. Two strong hands, moving, stroking…
I felt powerful. Like a queen. Like a goddess.
“Open your mouth, baby…”
I did it obediently, eagerly, wanting to please.
“That’s it. Put your tongue out.”
A moment later I felt Kyle pressing against my lips, spilling his seed down the back of my throat. I let most of it dribble down my chin, my cheeks, anywhere and everywhere, without regard for how I looked. I felt slutty. Dirty. Totally used, but also well-taken care of.
Jesus Christ, Sammara!
When I glanced up again Kyle was staring down at me, working it in, rubbing his come all over me with the head of his cock. I was still covered in Dakota’s thick load. Writhing around on the bed with some shit-eating grin, like I was hungry for more… which of course I was.
They collapsed on either side of me; sweating like porn stars beneath the hot lights of some movie set. Only this wasn’t a movie set. This was my bedroom, and these were my boyfriends, and this was just the beginning of what — so to speak — was to come. Because yes, this long time fantasy — one I was thrilled to have finally fulfilled — would soon be just another night in my sex life. Just another night of getting spitroasted and tag teamed and traded from bedroom to bedroom… and that’s not even considering the other two guys I was dating as well.
I lay there heaving, sweating, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what I’d done to deserve all this when Kyle propped himself up on one elbow and grinned.
“Should we tell her?”
Dakota smirked back from the other side of me. His body was even more drenched than I was. The entire room smelled of musk mixed with pheromones. It absolutely reeked of sweat and sex and come.
“Tell me what?”
“Dakota has an air-conditioner hooked up in his bedroom window.”
I bolted upright. It was like winning the lottery.
“NO FUCKING WAY!”
Kyle laughed so hard he almost rolled out of the bed. I threw one of my legs over him just in time, to catch him.
“How long does it take to—”
“We flipped it on before we came in here,” Dakota smiled. “So it should be like an icebox in there by now.”
All three of us bounced off the bed at the same time, racing to see who could get through the doorway and out into the hallway first. I won.
But then again I’d already won.
Twenty-Five
SAMMARA
The rest of the week was a sex-soaked blur.
With the dam finally burst, or the proverbial floodgates opened, all bets were off between us. Virtually anything went… and anything certainly did. Kyle and Dakota took me together as well as alone, whenever and wherever the mood struck. In the budding dawn of our exciting new relationship, we screwed each other’s brains out as often as any new couple in the honeymoon phase might do… only I was getting it times two.
It was absolutely incredible, even beyond words.
The late-summer heat wave continued, making everything sticky and gross. By day I worked with the contractors and sub-contractors, while the guys spent their time on the base. But the nights?
The nights belonged solely to us.
I had my first time alone with Dakota, and the passion and intensity between us was off the charts. He had a way of being dominant yet also gentle, strong and assertive, but with a lighthearted edge. We laughed as much as we fucked, and we fucked often. Especially because he started coming home an hour or two before Kyle, just to bend me over the kitchen table or throw me over the arm of the couch.
Kyle on the other hand, liked to wake me up with sex. More than once I stirred to my legs being spread wide, and my sexy soldier pushing his way between them. I was always ready. Constantly wet. He slipped inside and fucked me slowly, lazily, kissing my neck, devouring my shoulder. All while screwing himself deep, and gyrating his hips in this lovely circular motion that drove me absolutely wild — his ‘trademark move’ I laughingly dubbed it, just before grunting like an animal and spending himself inside me.
Still, taking them together was my mind-blowing favorite, and this happened more often than not. I learned what being a shared girlfriend really meant, and I got a sense of just how close my two new boyfriends actually were. They loved penetrating me together, only to swap me back and forth while the other one rested. They also took turns making me come, one always kissing me deeply while the other fucked me to some earth-shattering orgasm. We did it on the bed, the sofa, the parlor floor. At one point the three of us even did it on the pool table. That sex act wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world, but when I’d mentioned it was a silly fantasy of mine they’d both laughed and made it an instant reality.
The guys were both so physically fit, so big and radically different from the other men I’d dated, that it took a little while to actually get used to them. But the more they took me? The hornier I got. And the more practice we had, the more we learned which positions were merely comfortable… and which made me feel so deliciously crushed beneath them I couldn’t help but climax instantly around their thick, throbbing manhoods.
All week long we slept on the floor of Dakota’s room, spread out among various pillows and blankets. The rest of the house was an oven, but the little window-mounted air conditioning unit we ran twenty-four seven, kicking unholy amounts of ass as it kept us blissfully cool. We laughed beneath it, slept beneath it, talked until the wee hours of the morning beneath it. And of course, we fucked beneath it. All while dreaming the dream of central air as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
In a way it was a sexual awakening for me, but at the same time it was the result of pent-up frustrations on their end too. Neither Kyle nor Dakota had dated anyone in quite a while, and aside from a few random encounters they were as eager to get back in the saddle as I was.
By the time Ryan was due to come home, I actually felt a little guilty. Not in the way that I’d cheated on him, but guilty he coul
dn’t be a part of our week-long experience. We’d bonded: Kyle, Dakota and I. Physically, emotionally, and socially, we’d really melded together.
But Ryan and I had not.
It was Friday evening when the weather finally broke. I was up in my room when the front door opened. I heard a cheer float up from Dakota and Kyle, and then a bunch of loud talking and back-clapping.
I flew down the stairs smiling happily, eager to see him. But I stopped halfway as I heard their voices suddenly go low.
“So tell us how it went?”
Kyle’s voice. He was speaking in confidential tones, something I’d never heard him do before.
“Not as good as it should’ve.”
“What happened? What did Briggs say?”
“He told me to leave it alone,” I heard Ryan say. “He said we should all back off for a bit, and let him get—”
He stopped… and I realized he was probably looking at my ankles.
Oh shit.
There was a good chance he could see me standing there on the staircase.
“Hi!” I cried, bounding down the stairs again. Trying not to make my eavesdropping look obvious, I ran straight into Ryan’s arms and hugged him. “Welcome home!”
Ryan hugged me back and gave me an obligatory smile. His mocha skin was much darker than it was the last time I’d seen him. His beard had a week’s worth more of wild growth.
“How was your trip?”
“Tell you about it later,” he said. “After I’ve settled.”
“Of course.”
“He means after we get him drunk,” Dakota grinned. He elbowed his friend. “Right?”
“If you’ve still got any alcohol left in this place,” Ryan quipped, “then maybe.”
Looking at Ryan I felt those familiar butterflies again — the same warmth in my belly I felt on his motorcycle, with my legs wrapped tightly around him. He was attractive in a manner that appealed to my sense of rebelliousness. Hot in a ‘bad boy’ type of way that Kyle and Dakota were both missing.
