by D STEP
“I think she’s got potential,” Ian spoke up, offering her a surprisingly shy smile. She didn’t expect it from a man like him. He was turning out to be full of inconsistencies. Joslin liked it; she hated predictable men. What was she getting herself into?
“Are you sure about the ‘no condoms’? What about the danger of pregnancy?”
Pani and Jacob nodded at Ian’s statement, hope brimming in their eyes- so close to meeting a reality, a dream- but obvious concern written on all three men’s furrowed brows and drawn lips. She understood their concern. She didn’t want a child anymore than they did.
“I’m on the pill.”
Sighs filled the silence, heavy with relief.
“Are you all clean?” She nodded around. In for a penny, in for a pound. Even if her heart was currently lodged in her throat, she was going to do this the right way. Some things were worth experiencing and, as this conversation continued, she realized this was something she really, really wanted to experience.
“Yup.”
“Yeah.”
“Just been checked last week. All good.”
And that’s how she ended up naked on the floor, surrounded by three hot billionaires, 50 feet above a football stadium full of screaming fans.
“I’ve always thought you were hot,” Pani said, his slacks unzipped, his caramel-colored cock in hand, his shirt half-unbuttoned, a scattering of dark chest hair peeking out. She knew he was lying. Until this moment, he’d barely noticed her. She was just a pencil and paper to him. But, still, she appreciated his attempt.
Kneeling to the floor beside her, Ian still standing on the other side, Jacob began to rub her already wet pussy softly, shifting his fingers through her trimmed curls. She wasn’t fond of stripping herself bare- too much pain and upkeep- but the sight of a wild, natural bush turned her off. So she had chosen to keep her hair short, trimmed and clipped as necessary to keep it hidden under her panties and swimsuit. His thick, calloused fingers felt good as they caressed her swollen folds. When he slipped one along her inner thigh she moaned, spreading her legs a bit more to allow him greater access. The friction of his fingertip on her slick seam overwhelmed her.
She had thought she was turned on before; now, she knew better.
Suddenly, the late afternoon sun struck Joslin full in the face, momentarily blinding her. Pani had been silhouetted in the glare as he watched and waited. Now, as he kneeled between her legs, the sun shone high and bright through the wall of windows.
“May I touch you?” The doctor was polite. Not exactly what she craved. She wanted what these men had given that college girl: a wild, thick cock-stuffed ride- not some kind of pity party because she’d all but begged.
“I want you to touch me all over. I want to feel like a slut,” she confessed, “I’ve never done this before…”
She saw the panic and quickly amended her confession, “a foursome.”
“Will you,” and she looked at each one, the two kneeling next to her, the other still standing guard, his eyes roaming her body, “please just fucking fill me?”
If she’d all but begged before, she was begging now.
“As you wish,” Ian answered for them, dropping to the floor as well. Reaching into a back pocket, he withdrew a black skull bandana. “But I can’t boff a slag if you keep looking at me with those baby blues. Too innocent. I’d be fucking a babe.” Cradling her head, he folded the bandana twice and wrapped it across her eyes, tying it tightly over her ponytail. “Now be a good lady and let the mates do what we must.”
CHAPTER 4
Joslin sucked in her breath. The bandana smelled of sweat, old sweat, musky and slightly bitter…and the road. It smelled like Ian. Covering her eyes, the fabric was rough and in need of a wash. It rubbed her eyelids with a bit of grit. She closed her eyes at last, sighing her contentment; better than being sun-blind.
Although she couldn’t see them, she felt their held breaths as they waited for some kind of sign, something that suggested she was still game. Nodding, Joslin handed herself over to what would come. Surrendering completely, she was theirs for today.
A presence shifted to her left. On her right, she heard a grunt and felt someone move, a sense of looming over her. Somewhere else, she heard a man’s voice, too low to identify, asking who wanted to go first. She made out the mention of her holes: her glistening pussy lips, her heaving breasts, and words of encouragement as the men stated their favorites. Feeling a blush rise to her cheeks, she prayed they would hurry. She was getting hotter and hotter and damn it, she needed to cum!
Large hands touched her shoulders, leaning down on her, pinning her to the floor. She felt the stifle of air as a body moved over her. The heat of his body brought a sheen to her chest, her breasts rose on their own as they sought contact with his chest. She had no idea which one this was. But, whomever he was, he was as naked as she was. The nudge of his erect cock against her hip as he shifted to lie between her legs had her pelvis rising and shoving toward him.
His warm breath tickled her nose. The man could kiss! Joslin melted into the pressure of his lips and instantly she knew who this must be. Jacob. His plump lips moved over hers, the slick slide of lip balm adding to the friction of his touch. He coaxed her to open, his tongue swiping across the seam of her mouth, just as he’d done with his fingers along her the seam of her folds. He definitely understood the power of touch.
Allowing him within her mouth, she moaned around his tongue as he leisurely explored the moist depths. He licked at her inner cheek, along the line of her sleek teeth, then flicked at her tongue in a come-hither motion, encouraging her to follow his lead. She did, exploring his mouth in turn. He tasted of imported beer, more yeasty than expected but strong with hops. Moaning again, she fed on his mouth, his flavor.
Fingers dug into her hips, angling her for a brutal thrust. Lost in his kiss, she wasn’t ready mentally, though her pussy had never been wetter, more ready, for him to plunge his cock past her folds, which were held open by another set of hands, these fingers slender and long. As he filled her pussy in a rush, her inner muscles convulsed around the intrusion. He slid deep, though not quite completely and she felt everything. Everything.
Jacob was a small man, though she wasn’t about to complain. His cock’s length curved to the side and as he withdrew his shaft, driving back inside with force. She felt the pressure of his cock’s head as it seared a line of friction sideways, bulging her semi-stretched inner walls even further. It was a unique sensation and one she was learning to love.
Rotating his hips, he speared her over and over, the arched curve of his cock making her squirm with each plunge into her sopping wet pussy. He fell atop her, wrapping his arms around her back, hauling her chest to his. Her breasts ached with the heaviness of a building climax. Her stomach fluttered against his with each panting breath. Her hands stroked down between their trapped bodies, stroking his lower abdomen and the six-pack that awaited her awe. Dear God, the climber was ripped!
Another few thrusts and suddenly Joslin felt the world tilt. A breeze of air-conditioned air struck her sweaty back, the scratch of the carpeted floor under her knees made her buck at the slight irritation. Sitting up, her position reversed, she lifted almost all the way off Jacob’s cock, wanting to hear him groan as she savored the short-lived power.
Hands, neither Jacob’s nor the slender ones which had held her open for Jacob, dropped to her shoulders from behind. Massaging her shoulders, they moved south slowly to cover her breasts, kneading the flesh. Lips found their way to the nape of her neck where they nibbled and licked a path across her heated skin. She shuddered into the touch, leaning to feel this new man’s chest pressed to her back.
He was wide, wider than Jacob, and his chest was bare of hair, leaving only the tickle of flesh on flesh. Shivering again, she was almost certain Ian kneeled behind her.
“She’s soaked,” Pani’s voice was clear, his accent so common to her. So, Joslin decided, he must be the one whose finge
“Tight, too. This slut needs a lot of stretching before we finish.” Jacob this time. Punctuating his statement, he lifted his hips and pushed his cock back inside her pussy. As he did, Pani’s fingertips joined his breach, adding a second sensation of pressure to the edges of her hole as he moved his fingers along the line of her and Jacob’s nearly fused flesh. She felt a grumble from Jacob, beginning low on his chest, under where she rested her hands for balance.
“Shit! Fuck! Give a man warning, doc. I don’t want to come so soon!”
“You ever read the Kama Sutra?” Pani teased his buddy, “There is a whole section on how to control yourself.”
“You fucking Indians and the Katra Suma… whatever.”
CHAPTER 5
Blindfolded, Joslin could still imagine the look of frustration on Jacob’s face: sweat beads and all. She was feeling quite a bit the same at the moment. Between the digits edging her hole, the cock teasing her slick pussy, and the hands which were now pulling and tweaking her nipples rather harshly, she was ready to explode in a quivering orgasmic wave.
“She’s close,” Ian’s lips caressed the muscle of her shoulder as he spoke over her skin.
That was all Jacob needed, or rather more than he needed, to hear. No matter his intention, he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands slid back to grip the soft flesh of her ass and pull her down onto his cock. She yelped as his nails pierced her skin, then yelped again as his cock ripped deeper through her passage, reaching greater depths with her on top. Her spine stiffened as her climax followed his, his warm spunk coated her inner walls and leaked over Pani’s fingers, which were now tightened around Jacob's cock, keeping the other man lodged within her.
She’d wanted something new and this was definitely it.
At last, her body cooled and her limbs fell loose on either side of her. Her head lolled, her chin falling to her chest. She was breathing deeply, sated and yet still excited. She thrummed with a new intensity. Under her, Jacob lifted her off him and placed her onto her hands and knees beside him.
His fingers caressed her hanging breasts, flicking a nipple with one hand as the thumb and forefinger of his other hand rolled her opposite nipple back and forth. She couldn’t believe the flare of her nerves- that simple touch had her belly seizing in anticipation of more and greater desire.
Despite the blindfold, she sensed a change in the shadows around her as another man took Jacob’s place under her body. Jacob’s hands continuing their ministrations the whole time the men exchanged positions. Her mind reeled as she tried to figure out who was next, her brain a bit of mush after her orgasm.
Another man moved behind her. The smell of a familiar cologne wafted to her nose, Pani’s body heat was warming her back. That must mean Ian was beneath her. Collapsing to her elbows, she buried her face into the curve of the biker’s neck. She breathed deep, fighting down a bit of panic at the thought of being suffocated, and was pleased at her earlier guess. It was indeed Ian. The same odor she’d grown used to from the bandana struck her a hundred times stronger, nestled as she was to his sweaty skin.
Joslin hoped another of her earlier guesses would also prove correct. Lowering her crotch to his, she ground against his pelvis. The long thickness of his cock stroked her plump and swollen clit. She whimpered. Her nerves were still raw from her earlier climax, but she didn’t want to stop. The friction, the bite of pain, only added to what she knew was coming next.
One cock down, two to go, hopefully a third as well.
“All right, lady, you ready?” Ian’s voice was a rough roar, rumbling under her chin. His hand slid down the side of her body, splayed wide, brushing past the almost-tender grip of Pani’s fingers at her hipbones. Caressing low, he rested a palm on her mound, tapping the thin skin surrounding her bundle of nerves. The new sensation made her buck and thrash up, almost knocking Pani from his position over her back.
Reacting to her movements, the doctor danced his fingers up the bumps of her spine, tangling her ponytail around his hand, tightening his heretofore gentle grip, and pulling her head back, his other hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades. For all intents and purposes, she was immobilized, at the mercy of the monster cock threatening her pussy and the dominating man across her backside.
Ian’s other hand covered her wet snatch. He pressed firmly to her slit. Moaning, she tried to move closer to the heat of his skin, the promise he offered. Pani wouldn’t allow it. Instead, Ian flipped his hand over, his fingers against her slick lips were like a whisper, making her swallow a pre-emptive scream. Fisting the base of his cock, the large black man seized his massive black snake and aligned it with her sopping entrance. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit down, tasting the metallic tang of blood.
He pushed slowly forward, the bulbous mushroom of his cock’s head slipped through easily. She exhaled, hissing, preparing herself for the worst.
“I’m going to split you wide, slag, my meat is going to pierce you through and through.”
Joslin didn’t expect the cruel taunt from Ian, especially after his kind question before, but the thrill it caused was far too exciting to dwell too much on his change.
Above her, it was Pani who forced her down. He dropped his weight to her lower back, muscles resting atop her, rippling along her skin. Surprise tore a scream from her throat.
“Yes, baby, scream for me!” Ian arched his back and shoved upward. Whether prepared or not, she was suddenly stuffed- just as she’d wanted, imagined, and prayed- full of cock. The pain was immense as her pussy tried gallantly to adjust, failing miserably. The sharp edge of a tear flared like fire as he withdrew, shifting slightly and filling her again, this time lower, bumping bone. As he fell to the floor once again, she tried to better the angle, rotating her pelvis floor down before he thrust upward. His cock stroked the spongy flesh of her G-spot as he moved through her.
Joslin whined as he continued in and out, caressing her G-spot, grinding against her womb. It wasn’t fair to compare him and Jacob, but she did anyway. The smaller cock had been good, making her writhe and moan, but Ian had her stuffed, whimpering. It was pleasure and unique shape versus pain and heat.
“Jake, lube?”
Joslin only half heard the plea in Pani’s voice. She was too far gone, floating on a cloud of pure sensual passion as Ian’s cock stretched her so wide she was sure she would never recover. And truthfully, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. She’d gotten into this because of the newness of the experience, the adventure, but the whole thing was getting to her more than she dared admit.
“Use… my… moist . . . my . . . my juice.”
CHAPTER 6
See, that was what she was talking about. She’d never had anal sex before, had never done more than a bit of curious research, and yet all she’d ever read about doing it had been about the importance of using a good lube. Yet, here she was, offering her boss her own wetness as a substitute- according to most sources, a bad idea for the first time- because she wasn’t sure she could wait for Jacob’s return.
Pani was only too eager to acquiesce to her command. As Ian lifted her off him, Pani’s fingers, like the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings, stroked inside her sheath, gathering her wetness. His touch was so delicate she almost came just from the tickle. God, Ian had her panting in need, the agony of her first time being stretched so much holding her back from completely letting go and just allowing her to come. She felt the tentative touch of her boss’s slick thumb circle and press against her asshole.
He covered his fingers with more of her juice, circling again and again as he pressed forward and entered her. At first, she felt nothing… then, a bit of pressure. Not unpleasant. She thought the websites had exaggerated the feelings, but she was wrong. Pani crouched low, adding his own saliva to her hole, his tongue stiff, lapping across her puckered bud messily. He forced his thumb to the knuckle inside her.
“Jake, silence her!”
Having retrieved the tube of jelly anyway, Jacob passed it to Pani. His hobby-roughened palm cupped her chin, his thumbs brushing tendrils of her hair behind her ear.
“I’m going to kiss you, Joslin. Try to breathe normally.” With that warning, Jacob quieted her with a kiss as the doctor splashed cold liquid over her ass and stretched her hole with finger after finger. She was thankful for Jacob’s kindness, but his kiss did little to ease her angst.
At long last, three fingers deep in her back passage, Pani laughed and slapped her ass. She was quaking with pain, need, and hope. This was it, she was going to get all.
“Never knew my secretary had all this hidden beneath those dowdy outfits. Okay, guys, let’s give her what she wants.”
Ian grunted under her. Bending his knees so his rough, hairy legs rubbed against her, he pushed high into her. Pani wrapped an arm under her hips, his arm hair brushing her clit, and plunged his long, shockingly slender cock up her ass; it was no wider than his three fingers. Deep within her sheath, she felt the slide of the men’s cocks as they bumped and touched together across the thin membrane of her vagina’s sheath and anal passage.
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