by Jayne Rylon
When her panties fell to her ankles, she stepped out of them. The two men at her breasts molded the masses close together then rotated their heads. Their tongues slid all over her cleavage, her nipples and each other’s lips. The lust they shared radiated out from where the men touched, catching her in the blast radius. Their ardor expanded within her, amplifying the desire already melting her inhibitions.
Morgan looked to Joe for help. She needed more.
“Bring her to the kitchen table.” Joe broke through to the men feasting at her chest. Neil scooped her into his arms as he levered to his feet. She clung to his neck until he delivered her to the narrow, rectangular table in the center of her small breakfast nook. “Yes, lay her down.”
Neil did as Joe directed.
The clear plastic covering over the antique surface made her gasp. The cool material contrasted with the intense heat of her primed body, which only rose in temperature when she realized James now knelt at Dave’s feet. She didn’t blink once as he used his teeth to rip open the button fly of Dave’s jeans then reached inside to withdraw the other man’s cock.
Neil kissed her cheek then moaned when Joe asked, “You like watching them together?”
“God, yes.” Morgan’s hand slid down her body, cupping her aching breast. “So sexy.”
“Neil.” Without another word, the man at her side spun toward Joe’s call.
Her fingers slipped from her breast toward her pussy when the strong man obeyed her boyfriend. Neil sank to the ground in front of Joe. She couldn’t help but run one finger beside her clit when masculine hands reached for Joe’s zipper. Joe groaned as Neil relieved the pressure on his straining cock, freeing it from the confines of his jeans.
They made smoldering bookends. Joe and Dave stood, their messy hands outstretched, while Neil and James removed their pants and socks. Something about the exchange had Morgan’s legs spreading farther apart. She inserted her index finger into her sopping pussy, amazed to feel how hot she was to the touch.
Nothing had turned her on like this before.
James and Neil cupped their friends’ cocks and balls in their palms then stroked the rock-hard shafts from root to tip several times. The wet, fleshy sounds they made drew a moan from her. Joe looked up from where he and Neil intersected. His hips arched when he saw Morgan touching herself. The motion caused his cock to glide across Neil’s cheek, leaving a glistening smudge of pre-come behind. Neil swiped at it then brought his thumb to his mouth.
“Son of a bitch!”
Morgan wasn’t sure who’d said it but she totally agreed.
When James took the head of Dave’s cock into his mouth for a quick kiss she nearly came on the spot. Both men shared a look of rapture that she felt privileged to share.
“Hurry.” Joe spurred the men to strip off his and Dave’s shirts. “I have to be inside her. Soon.”
The guys did the best they could with the icing, cake and jelly but some of those fingerprints would never come out. Morgan would buy them new clothes. It’d be well worth the price for the sight before her now.
Joe and Dave closed in on her, gloriously naked, while James and Neil stripped themselves faster than she would have imagined possible before joining them around the table. Joe set the ruined cake near her hip and smirked. He plastered his sloppy hands over her breasts then dragged them along her torso. Dave daubed her lips with the tip of one finger. She opened for him, sucking the chocolate from his knuckle until it was mostly clean. He followed Joe’s lead, cupping her mound then smearing his palm upward until he’d transferred most of the sugary wreckage to her skin.
The crew descended on her like starving men. They devoured the gourmet confection from her nipples, navel and abdomen. Their tongues stimulated every nerve ending on her front side as they licked, sucked and nipped.
Morgan cried out with the intense pleasure of their attention. She folded her arms beneath her head for a better view, thrusting her breasts more firmly into their hold. When two of the men cleaned a spot near each other, they’d sometimes pause to enjoy a taste of their friend. Joe flicked his gaze to hers as he claimed James’s mouth.
Something about the two men kissing drove her wild.
She squirmed beneath them, begging for someone to soothe the riot of ecstasy overtaking her pussy. As they removed the last of the icing from her breasts, they tracked lower and lower. Neil grabbed her hips and yanked so her ass perched on the very edge of the table. He kicked out the chair there and sat.
Joe and Dave each took hold of one of her thighs and spread her wide open. She glanced down her center until she met the dark blue of Neil’s penetrating stare.
“Please,” she begged.
He growled as he covered her pussy with his open mouth. He lapped at her cream, which mingled with the chocolate coating her. Her entire body tensed, poised on the edge of climax after less than a dozen bold swipes of his clever tongue.
The four men overwhelmed her senses.
Morgan reached for Joe, unable to put into words the rapture shooting like fireworks in her brain. Her hand closed around his cock and squeezed, drawing his attention to her plight.
“Oh shit, she’s close already.”
Neil groaned then redoubled his efforts. He ate her as though she were the sweetest treat on earth.
The bulging cock in her hand felt so good, she reached for Dave on her other side. Both men pumped into her fists, grunting and cursing beneath their breath as they witnessed their friend devouring her. The table shook a little, and she looked up to see James kneeling by her head.
“Doesn’t seem right for the birthday girl to go without cake.” His grin looked more like a grimace as need twisted it into something feral.
“Feed me,” she moaned her permission.
James dug into the remaining cake and slathered his cock with delectable goo. She opened wide as he guided his erection to her eager mouth. Neil zeroed in on a particularly sensitive spot on her pussy, making her moan around his lover’s cock.
“Oh shit, yeah. Right there, Neil,” James panted as he drove between her lips. “Don’t stop.”
Whether he spoke to her or Neil she couldn’t say but she didn’t plan on letting James go anytime soon, and she prayed Neil had similar inclinations. Joe shouted when her fingers wrapped tighter around him. He and Dave continued to fuck her fists as they played with her chest and kept her open for Neil. When the men’s gazes clashed they leaned forward and shared a ferocious kiss.
Morgan shifted her attention when James groaned, though the image of that moment would be etched in her memory forever. She worked her way lower on James’s shaft, cleaning him as she went. Though still impressive, he was smaller than the other guys. She appreciated that fact as she took him to the root, swallowing around him.
“Oh God.” He went still above her.
“You see that, Neil?” Joe taunted them all. “Your guy is about to blow in record time. He’s going to shoot down Morgan’s throat.”
She knew it was a warning but she didn’t care. Instead, she sucked James harder, rubbing her tongue across the sensitive underside of his hard-on. The moment the first jet of come landed on her palette Neil embedded several fingers in her pussy. The combination of his expert manipulations had her joining James in climax.
Morgan strangled the digits inside her as she gulped around James’s cock, swallowing every last drop of his release. She didn’t realize he’d finished coming until the world returned to focus, and he withdrew his softening member from between her lips.
“Magnificent,” he whispered against her mouth then kissed her, slow and gentle. In the aftermath of her orgasm, the soft touch brought her alive again. How long they made out for, she couldn’t say. But, soon, she sought the cocks that had so recently filled her grip. The men had stepped back to watch, stroking their own solid hard-ons.
James stumbled away. He dragged the chair Neil had abandoned to the side of their makeshift stage for an optimal view then collapsed into
it. Neil stood between her legs now, his erection full and ruddy. “Please, let me fuck you.”
The raw longing in his voice fanned her arousal. Joe looked to her for confirmation. She nodded. He tossed a condom from a pile on the counter, which she hadn’t noticed before, in Neil’s direction.
He ripped it open and sheathed himself in record time.
Joe advanced, to stand beside her. He halted a hairsbreadth away then whispered, “I love seeing you like this. Open. Needy. Honest. Unbelievably fucking sexy.”
She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her. Unlike James, he kissed her hard. His tongue delved into the recesses of her mouth. She wondered if he could taste the cake there, or his friend’s semen. The possibility had her shivering with anticipation.
The tip of Neil’s covered cock nudged her pussy. Her hips rocked instinctively.
Joe separated from her just enough for her to watch as his friend penetrated her for the first time.
“Oh Christ!” Neil scrunched his eyes closed. “There’s no way I’m going to last.”
He moved inside her, slow for the first couple of passes but quickly gaining steam. He fucked her with strong strokes that jiggled her breasts every time he filled her. Joe stayed close, whispering dirty talk. Telling her over and over how much he loved watching her secure pleasure from his friends.
Morgan’s desire rebuilt, though not as rapidly as Neil’s. He rode her hard now, fucking with intense motions of his hips that even her recently sated pussy couldn’t ignore. Dave groaned then reached for the top of her slit. His fingers honed in on her clit as though he’d touched her a million times before. Neil’s pelvis tapped Dave’s hand with every circuit, causing his fingers to bounce and grind on her engorged clit.
“Yes!” She forced her eyes to stay open and drink in the sight of the men arousing themselves, each other and her.
When Neil’s cock bulged inside her and his strokes grew jerky, James rose from his seat. He stood behind his lover, kissing Neil’s shoulders and neck while his hand caressed the defined muscles of Neil’s sweaty chest on the way to playing with his nipples.
Neil didn’t seem to be able to resist the dual assault. His head dropped onto James’s shoulder, and he shuddered as he emptied himself into the condom he wore. The sight of his surrender ratcheted her arousal higher. The moment Neil began to go soft in her and withdrew, she writhed on the table. Her sweltering gaze met Joe’s.
“You.” She couldn’t quite catch her breath. “I need you. Buried deep. Now.”
Joe groaned then glanced toward Dave. She squinted at her boyfriend’s best friend and saw what Joe did. The tendons in Dave’s neck stood out as he practically strangled his cock in his white-knuckled grip. He wasn’t going to endure much longer.
“We could fuck her together.” Dave’s gruff suggestion hung in the air.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” Joe petted the stray wisps of hair from her face.
“No.” She grimaced.
“And you’re not really into the idea.” Even Dave could see through her brave face. “No worries, love. Each of us has our limits.”
“You can fuck me.” James turned in Neil’s arms to face Dave. “It’s been a while.”
“Can we try something else first?” Morgan couldn’t believe she’d spoken up. Her face flamed.
All four men seemed to take a step closer, eager to hear her suggestion. “Can’t I take you both…”
She still had some shyness. She looked away.
But the crew knew what she meant.
“Fuck, yes.” Joe plucked her from the table, enfolding her in his arms. He kissed her while Dave grabbed a condom from the counter and rolled it on.
James gathered the remaining crumbles of cake and transferred them to the sink as best he could. Dave hopped onto the table, reclining on his back. His cock pulsed, bobbing from where it lay on his abdomen. He collared the base with his fingers until it stood out perpendicular from his torso.
Joe deposited her on the table, placing her on her knees facing Dave’s feet. With one hand, he guided his best friend’s cock to her pussy. When it aligned with her opening, she sank onto her haunches, swallowing Dave to the root.
An unintelligible moan sounded below her. Dave’s fists pounded the table as she bowed, working him inside her fully. His toes curled at the end of the table.
Joe leaned on the furniture, testing his weight, but the solid oak didn’t even tremble. He crawled between her and Dave’s spread legs, pressing her to her back in the process. The full-body contact with Dave’s hard muscles and heated skin scorched her. He reached around to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples with light flicks while Joe got situated.
“Tell me if this hurts.” He stared into her eyes without moving until she bestowed her promise.
Then he traced the thick vein on the underside of Dave’s cock with his flared head until it led him straight to the heart of her pussy. He held his shaft down with two fingers, squeezing in beside his friend.
“Oh my God,” she screamed at the ultra-fullness pervading her pussy. The swollen tissue stretched. The oversensitive walls simultaneously rebelled and craved more. Joe inched in further, fucking both her and Dave with tiny hitches of his hips. More than half of his length embedded in her.
“I think that’s as far as I can go.” His forehead rested on hers as he ravished her lips. “So fucking tight.”
Dave groaned below them. “Fuck. Need you to move. Fuck her. Fuck us.”
Joe needed it too. Morgan could see his fervor in the set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. Trapped between two infernos, she couldn’t help but catch on fire.
Joe locked his elbows, hovering over her in an obscene version of a push up. He began to rock inside her, tentative at first. Every time he shifted, all three of them moaned.
James and Neil observed from between their legs at the foot of the table. James groaned at the sight. “It’s like you’re stroking Dave’s balls with your cock, Joe.”
“I bet that feels un-fucking-believable,” Neil muttered with envy.
“Does.” Dave shuddered beneath her. “Harder, Joe.”
He looked to Morgan for confirmation.
“Do it.” She cried out when he thrust in deep. “I can’t take much more.”
“She’s stretched so tight around you.” Neil and James kept a running commentary, making all three of them suffer as they strained toward the promise of pleasure greater than any they’d known before.
The table rocked when Joe began to really pump inside her. Dave grabbed her hips and thrust from below. The two cocks inside her rubbed and slipped against each other. Morgan stopped thinking and lost herself in a universe comprised only of senses—the feel of them fucking her into oblivion, the sound of their grunts and moans, the smell of their arousal mixed with the lingering flavor of the chocolate cake.
All of it combined to detonate a violent reaction. Before she could say anything, before she could even prepare herself, her orgasm crashed through her. She convulsed around the men fucking her, dragging them with her in a shared release of epic proportions. Dave stiffened first, filling the condom inside her with pulse after pulse of come.
Her climax continued to drown her with waves of pure pleasure. Joe breathed a lungful of air into her constricted chest as he blew out a massive sigh, ending on a strangled groan. Hot jets of semen burst from his cock, splattering into the depths of her pussy and coating the latex barrier between them and Dave.
His orgasm seemed to drag on for hours, just as hers did.
And then the world faded to black.
When she recovered, Morgan was cradled in Joe’s arms on the floor of her shower. Warm water began to cascade over them but neither had the energy to make a move for the soap.
“Welcome back, cupcake.”
“Hi.” She kissed his neck.
“How do you feel?” Joe’s question sounded scratchy from the strain of his earlier shouts.
“Ne
ver better.” She lay boneless in his grip. “You?”
She held her breath. It was the moment of truth. How would he feel now that they’d acted out the fantasy?
How weird would things be?
“Sublime. But I think we’ve only just begun, Morgan.” He smiled against her damp hair. “Happy birthday.”
Grateful for the droplets of water beading on his chest, she let the moisture seep from the corners of her eyes. The happiest tears she’d ever shed.
Epilogue
Sunday evening had arrived far too fast. The best weekend of Morgan’s life was now history, though she would bet there were plenty more coming to rank high on her list. She ran past the crew, as they lounged on her couch, studying the sports highlights on TV, to answer a familiar knock at her door.
“You’re back.” She squashed Kate in a fierce hug. If it hadn’t been for her best friend, none of this would have happened. But, before she could drag the woman somewhere private to dish, she caught the look on Kate’s face. “Wow, even happier than when you left. I didn’t think that was possible.”
Kate wiggled the fingers of her left hand in front of Morgan’s nose. A high-pitched double-squee turned four heads from the living room. Mike covered his ears then squeezed past the women as they bounced and giggled some more. The glow of Kate’s smile nearly matched the glint from her gorgeous diamond ring.
“I’m so happy for you. Truly.” Morgan hugged her best friend until she squeaked. “But…”
“What?” Kate angled her head.
Morgan grimaced at the shadow dimming her friend’s enthusiasm. “Nothing. Sorry—”
“No, please. Don’t do that. Tell me what you’re really thinking.”
“It’s just…” Morgan lowered her voice then peeked over Kate’s shoulder to where Joe leaned his hip against the counter. The crew took turns slapping Mike on the back and offering their congratulations. “Isn’t this all sort of quick? You’ve only known him a few months. How do you know it’ll last?”
