by Anwen Stiles
And then his thumb. His thumb pushed inside her pussy. And his fingertips still played on her clit. And his other hand. The other hand. It was on her ass.
His finger worked its way past her defenses, forcing through the tight ring of muscle, invading her virgin ass, twisting as it entered.
“Mmm, yes,” Sir said, when his finger was inside her as far as it would go.
It was a new feeling. Not painful. New. Different. Like having a cock down your throat while a small crowd of men watched. She closed her eyes. Wouldn’t fight it. It was all good, really.
Kyle went into overdrive, pumping her faster and faster. Sir pumped, too. Her pussy. Her ass. Swirled around her clit. Jasmine fought to stay upright.
And it was that finger in her ass, she knew, that made the sensations down there shift into something different. And knowing these men were watching him do that to her. It was like everything else. The audience upped the ante.
Her body vibrated, a certain climb toward release. Kyle wouldn’t last much longer.
Then sure enough, he was fucking his last fucks, and pulling back to shoot his semen on her lips and tongue. She gasped for air as the hot, sticky liquid hit her skin. She licked her lips clean.
And the talented Sir took her the rest of the way over the edge. His fingers and thumbs worked inside her, and she came, hard and fast, and having lost Kyle’s support in front, she collapsed over the edge of the couch and gave herself over to whatever Sir wanted to do. Whatever all of them were going to do.
God help her. She wanted it all.
Even Sir’s finger in her ass.
All of it.
Chapter 5
A FEW GLORIOUS MINUTES later, her orgasm diminished into pleasing infrequent bursts of aftershocks. She lay slumped on the loveseat, her ass still in the air, her head drooped down and dangling over the arm of the sofa.
Her eyes were half open and she was vaguely aware of conversation and movement. She realized Geoff was coming for her. Would he fuck her throat, too? Could she take more? She didn’t know. Wasn’t sure she cared.
But Geoff wasn’t interested in fucking her throat. Instead, he managed to turn her enough to get his arms under her and lift her up off the sofa. He carried her out of the living room and into the bedroom.
She saw that Sean was already in the room, had already removed the bedding except for the bottom sheet on the massive, king-sized bed. Sean was completely naked now. He looked very fine, she thought, his young body firm and toned.
Geoff lowered her onto the mattress, then in a few deft motions, removed all his clothes. He had a spectacular body, triangular torso and narrow hips, thick thighs. His sleek muscles were well-defined and attested to his efforts in the gym. An ideal manly physique.
He kicked his clothes aside then reached down and lifted one of her feet. He removed her shoe, which came as something of a surprise to her, since she had forgotten she was wearing them. Her other shoe was tossed aside after the first.
Then he crawled onto the bed between her spread legs. He held her legs behind her knees, holding her open and wide as he gazed down at her pussy. He made a low sound in his throat that made her shiver in response.
She hardly noticed when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and sheathed his grand cock. Her focus narrowed on his eyes, the way he wanted her.
They weren’t alone in the room. Sean was on the bed with them, stretching her arms out over her head, holding her wrists with one hand while kneading her breasts with the other. She moaned and writhed like a slut and didn’t give a damn.
Sir, Michael and Kyle were scattered around the room, Michael leaning against the bedpost, Kyle perching on the end of the bed, Sir relaxing in a chair with a full view of the proceedings.
Jasmine felt like she was in a sexual haze, where she could see the men, knew they were nearby, and at the same time, they seemed far away. Her body thrummed with energy and the rhythm of her blood pulsing in her veins set the beat of the tune.
And then Geoff was spreading her wide, his cock slipping through her wetness, seeking her opening, finding it, entering her, just inside her, just barely.
She held her breath, waiting, anticipating. He was so big, so big, and she was so ready. Past time for him to take her.
His fingers tightened around the backs of her knees, pushing her legs back, opening her impossibly wide.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me.”
Then he gave a mighty heave of his hips and rammed himself all the way inside her in one go. She cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain. Even the pain was magnificent, if short-lived.
He stretched her, stretched her apart. Then he was gone from inside her.
She groaned.
Then he took her again, as fiercely as the first time, and she cried out once more. Accepted the ecstasy and the ache as one.
Then again.
Like the first time.
And again.
Oh God, this was bliss, exaltation.
Her head thrashed from side to side, and she opened and closed her hands, grabbing at the air, her wrists still trapped in Sean’s firm hold. His fingers sunk into her breast and she arched her back, seeking more of this special torture.
Her hips, too, she tried to lift, but the way Geoff held her legs made that nearly impossible. So she lay there and greedily took what he gave her. The way he pulled out from her. Then lunging inside with one more mighty shove.
To claim her.
To hear her cries.
He grunted as he worked, his breath a ratcheting sound, a working sound, a thing of power driving the force. All the way out. All the way in ... out again ... in again.
She couldn’t stand it. It would drive her mad. And yet, she’d take more, if that’s what he chose.
The pressure in her pussy built higher and higher. She would come again, and soon, as impossible as that seemed. Hadn’t she just come in the other room? More than once? A thin sound, a high-pitched cry escaped her, trilling out warning of imminent explosion.
“No,” Geoff said with more command than she had heard from him. “Do not come, Jasmine. Listen to me. Do not come.”
That seemed a ridiculous thing to say. As if she had any control over it. Not tonight she didn’t. Tonight was special. Tonight she could come and come and then do it again. Magical night.
Do not come, he said. Surely he was joking.
Geoff stopped pumping into her. “Tell me you won’t come. Not yet. Hold it off.”
“Why? I don’t want to.”
“You’ll thank me for it later. Wait a while. Push it down and let it build. You can do that, can’t you?”
She considered his question in a loopy, sexed-up way. “I don’t know,” was the only answer she could give.
“Try,” Geoff said.
She would try, yes, if he thought it was that important, and he certainly appeared to think it was. And he compelled her, regardless. After the timely distraction of his request, she thought she might be able to hold off a while longer.
He resumed fucking her, but now settled into a deep, slow stroke. She moaned. So sweet, the feel of him sliding inside her, the stretch of flesh, the pull of exit, the push of entry.
Sean. Mmm. Sweet Sean. He leaned over her now, his hand a torment on her aching breasts and swollen nipples, making her squirm and mumble. His breath fell on her neck, her ear, as he nuzzled her, his tongue a damp, ticklish delight on her sensitive skin.
Then he was kissing her, their mouths open to one another, their tongues tangling. He took her moans into himself, and her sighs, and her cries.
And when he wasn’t kissing her, he whispered to her, things like, “I want you so bad, Jasmine. Your skin is so soft. I could touch you all night long.”
So she wriggled and shuddered for him, his fingers pressing like iron clamps into her stretched nipples. He captured her gasps with, “Mmm, I love that sound. Here.
Do it again.” And he’d pinch again, make her whimper. Sweet Sean. Sweet ache.
Geoff wrapped her legs around his waist and settled into fucking her in earnest. He held her by the hips, lifting her up, his fingers sunk into her flesh. Unhh. Unhh. Unhh. The impact of him fucking her. The sound of him.
“I’m next,” Sean whispered in her ear, sending a tendril of heat to her core.
Geoff rode her faster and faster. His breath beat the tempo of his strokes, of Sean’s pinches, of her gasps.
Unhh! Unhh! Unhh! And he was coming, and she fought back her need to join him.
“Don’t come,” Sean whispered. “Don’t come. Wait for it, Jasmine.”
Geoff surged home with one last, mighty lunge, rattling her teeth with the impact.
“Oh, God,” Geoff groaned, then he collapsed, stretched out beside her. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he strived to catch his breath.
Sean gave her a last quick kiss then moved around the bed, filling the vacancy between her legs. He reached for a condom on the nightstand.
Geoff turned on his side toward her, took her hand, held it in his own large one, and raised it to his lips. He kissed her fingers, and her palm, then held it to his chest. He stared down at her, his eyes lazy and replete, loving.
He gave a small smile, shook his head minutely, as if he couldn’t believe she was real. And she’d never felt more right, this man holding her hand and her gaze, still panting from fucking her half senseless.
And there was Sean, already his cock moved in her slit, gathering her moisture, seeking entry. Then he slid inside her, a smooth, slow sheathing that made her sigh in delight. Geoff kissed her then, and she opened for him, the way she opened for Sean.
She closed her eyes, savored every sensation. Sean told her she was beautiful. Geoff kissed her sensually, firm and soft. She felt hands on her breasts again. Sean’s perhaps. Geoff’s? Someone else’s? It didn’t matter. One of them. All of them. This was unending bliss. No other ravishment could be as luscious as this.
Then Sean was turning her onto her side, facing away from Geoff, raising her upper leg high in the air. His cock entered her from this new angle and made her gasp. Geoff’s hand pressed her stomach, he nibbled the back of her neck.
She opened her eyes and saw it was Kyle who had been squeezing her breasts. He muttered “Fuck,” every now and then, a single-syllable testament to his appetite.
Sean fucked her faster, and again she wanted to come. Again, Sean urged her to hold off, as did Geoff, his breath falling warm and moist on her neck. It seemed an impossible task. How was she to survive this onslaught without release?
Faster Sean drilled into her, his hips pistoning, his balls slapping noisily against her. “Fuck,” said Kyle. “Yes!” said Sean. “Wait,” warned Geoff.
One. Two. Three. Four. Deliberate, extreme pumps.
And then Sean came, his cry filling the room, joining her own cries as she trembled under the effort of clamping down her orgasm. She panted and squirmed, arched her back further than she would have thought possible. Her hands shook.
“So beautiful,” Geoff said. “Wonderful. You did it.”
And she had, miracle of miracles. But already, Kyle was moving into Sean’s place, and already she felt the minor tamping-down she had accomplished losing its ability to ward off surrender.
She almost moaned in disappointment when Geoff rolled away from her and off the bed, but she didn’t have time to mourn him because Kyle had a rubber in place and was ready to go. He turned her over onto her stomach.
“I want to see you on your hands and knees,” he said. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
She quickly took the position he demanded. He wasted no time and using his hands, took hold of her puffy labia and spread her apart, taking in the sight of her open, pink wetness. “Fuck.”
And then he was inside her, fucking her doggy style, and her head hung down, low, as she struggled for balance on the soft mattress. He squeezed her ass, roamed over her hips, found her hanging breasts and held them for purchase in his thrusts.
Then her head was lifted and she looked up into Michael’s bright eyes. He, too, was naked now, and from the looks of things, was prepared for a second go around.
He sat in front of her, on his heels, scooted under her head, then lowered her down to his cock which stood up proudly, demanding her service.
She obliged. He watched her lips close over his dick, the spread of her mouth, the concavity in her cheeks as she sucked him. He held his cock out for her.
Kyle took long, heady strokes in and out of her pussy, enjoying every slow glide. Michael groaned as she flicked her tongue gently across the tip of his dick.
She got an image in her head of how she must look. Wanton. Exposed in every way. Quivering, desperate for what these men gave her, what they took from her. Her moans and cries were now so frequent that there was no reason to take note of them at all.
She was someone different, someone who had given herself over to this new thing, this new way of being, experiencing. And if she looked like a brazen tramp, the naked sex toy of these five men, loving their every touch, their every invasion, then so be it. It’s what she was. In that moment.
Soon, Kyle bucked fast and hard against her. He would come any time.
She had gotten the trick of holding back her orgasm now, and learned the reason why Geoff had asked it of her. She had entered a zone of non-stop buzz, a marvel of constant thrill. It was as if every nerve in her body had formed a choir and was singing a never-ending, tantalizing song of rapture.
To say it felt good was an absurd understatement. And yet it did. Everything felt good. All the time. Every touch, every thrust, every pinch or twist. All good. All the time.
It ran together. When Kyle finished coming with a loud bark of, “Fuck! Fuck!” she understood that Michael would be taking over where Kyle left off, and that was more than fine with her.
Michael held her by the hips and impaled her with his rubber-cloaked cock, and she took him inside, readily, even greedily. Unhh. Unhh. Unhh. The sounds again of fucking.
Sir arrived, settling in front of her, pushing back her hair and quietly studying her face.
“Are you still with us?” he asked.
She had no idea what he meant. Of course she was. Where else would she be? “Obviously.”
He grinned that Sir-grin of his, the elusive one that probably meant one thing but might have meant another. She realized that he, like the others, was fully naked. Now everyone was naked.
Sir had an excellent physique, particularly for an older man, his trimmed body hair still dark, ungrayed, his pecs defined and firm. He held out his cock to her, and she licked up and down his shaft. He sighed, petted her, reached under her chest and cupped her breast.
She saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Geoff had taken over Sir’s chair, and Sean was sprawled in another. They watched her get fucked, their eyes hooded, half-lidded. Would they want her again? She wondered. How much stamina could these men have? How much did she have?
Sir pulled her head back. He had her stick out her tongue and lightly swatted her face, cheeks and tongue with his cock. She might have been put off by this show of dominance, were it not for the way he looked at her while he did it.
He looked paternal, protective and proud, perhaps. Turned on — yes. In control — always. And he enjoyed what he was doing with an honest thoroughness that Jasmine couldn’t deny, must share.
He held her head in one place, but she made a game of chasing the head of his cock with her tongue. Left. Right. His cock batted at her cheek. It passed by her mouth, she licked out at it, a tender swipe.
Sir made a low rumbling sound. He moved his cock in front of her tongue, just out of reach. She stretched for him, barely made contact. He pulled farther back. She half-smiled.
Then the game began in earnest, her seeking, him teasing. His cock sometimes stopped to let her bathe the tip, then moved away to rap her jaw, her cheekbone.
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nbsp; Soon she was panting, and pulling against his hold on her, trying to reach that shifty cock. She didn’t care that her struggles yanked her hair. She wanted that cock.
Sir played the game well. As did she. Somewhere nearby she heard a low groan and knew Kyle was watching them play. Likely the only one not watching was Michael, who by virtue of fucking her like a crazed beast, was in no position to see what she and Sir were doing. Her entire body shook under Michael’s jarring thrusts.
Sir’s grin turned wicked when Michael came. Sir’s turn. To fuck her.
Michael fell away from her, gasping and leaving her pussy twitching and pulsing. It was a close call, holding off the inevitable release. Michael’s pumping and Sir’s game made it as difficult as ever.
Sir let go of her and moved to the head of the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, sheathed up his cock then crooked a finger at her.
“I think I’ll let you do the work, Miss Jasmine,” he said.
It was obvious what he wanted, so she crawled over to him, then straddled his hips and centered herself over his cock which pointed straight into the air. She held onto his powerful shoulders to steady herself.
He positioned his cock at her entrance as she lowered herself, sliding the tip around to gather some of her ever-ample supply of moisture.
Mmm. She slowly, carefully, impaled herself on his rod. Ohh, she groaned at this entry, so deep and filling in this position. The angle of him hit her g-spot, and the head of his dick mashed against the limits of her depths.
He ran his hands up her firm thighs and over her rounded hips. He squeezed her waist and stared at her breasts, so round and close. She leaned forward and bent down to kiss him. He tasted of bourbon and the faintest hint of mint. His tongue roamed inside her mouth, a new teasing game with her own tongue.
She moved slowly and deliberately over him, taking her time, taking care, taking him all. His hands kneaded her breasts, twisted her nipples. They kissed a while longer until she pulled away, looking down to watch him play with her breasts.
“You have beautiful tits,” he said.
He pulled at her nipples the way he’d done earlier. She loved when he did that, liked seeing the flesh stretch outward, changing her shape as he pulled harder and harder. Small stabbing spikes shot from her nipples all the way down to her clit. She loved the bounce of her flesh when he let go, the springy way her breasts rounded up again, the hard pebble that her nipple had became under his relentless tugs.
