I gag, and he pulls away. Marcus is behind me, and he lifts my arms. I stand, feeling more like a prop than a person. The thought arouses me more than the huge cock I know is about to fill me up. Marcus sits on the bench beneath me, muscles not even straining as he lowers me onto him. My pussy is soaking, ready to be filled. Dre and Andrew step back as Marcus enters me. A grateful moan tears out of me as I feel my hole stretch to let more of him in. His breath comes hot and heavy against my ear, and one of his hands disappears into my bra to clutch at my breast. I’m almost bucking against him as I can’t contain the need anymore. I need to get fucked. The whole situation is too much for me, too naughty, too much like a fantasy. Every touch brings me back to the world, pulls me back inside my body, and revs up my arousal like nothing else ever has.
I can’t hold back the sounds anymore. Each gasping breath comes with its own new sound, small mewls of pleasure and satisfaction. At least, until Dre stuffs it full of cock again. Everyone is completely nude now, my bra the only thing remaining. Marcus quickly remedies that, freeing my breasts to bounce with every motion. I ride his cock as best I can, my hand finding Andrew and teasing him with slow, jerking strokes.
I squeal in surprise as one of Marcus’s fingers finds my asshole, slick with the juices that won’t stop flowing out of me. I don’t question it further. If they all want to fuck me at the same time, of course they’re going to need all my holes. Dre steadies my head and thrusts into my mouth. I make my hand into a tight ring for Andrew to do the same. Marcus’s attention is split between circling a finger around my asshole and teasing my ear with his tongue. His dick remains completely still inside me, and I swivel my hips to get as much feeling as I can, needing to please him as much as I need to get off.
I pull my head to the side to let out a cry as Marcus’s finger finally enters my ass, loosening the muscles that clench and strain against him.
“Relax,” he murmurs directly into my ear, bringing a new surge of fire between my legs. I hump into him, whimpering with need. He groans his pleasure into my neck, and I can feel him resist the urge to start thrusting up into me.
“Hold on,” Dre says. I look up at him, knowing what he must be seeing—my eyes unfocused and dilated, my lips swollen from sucking him off, and my skin flushed and burning. He pulls me to my feet, and I sway unsteadily.
“Marcus,” Dre gestures, and Marcus complies, lying down on the bench. His cock is bigger than I realized before, and I only get a moment to look at it before Dre pushes me on top of it. With this new position, my tits hang in Marcus’s face, my hands braced against his shoulders, giving me enough leverage to suck off whoever stands in front of me. Andrew gets behind me, smacking my ass as I slide myself up and down Marcus’s shaft, teasing us both without letting him back inside of me. I lose myself in the sensation, letting every lewd thought show easily on my face. All Marcus has to do is shift slightly, and he’d be back in my pussy, but he doesn’t. He’s holding off, enjoying the feel of me.
Then Andrew’s finger takes over what Marcus’s had been doing before, and I remember all over again what’s happening. I remember that I’m about to have all of my holes filled. A trickle of spit falls from my mouth as I gasp, leaning into Andrew’s hand. His other hand smacks my ass again, and Dre steps up. His veined cock finds its way into my mouth, and I lap my tongue against the underside, swirling around the head as I pull back.
“Fuck,” Marcus groans, and he can’t wait any more. He enters me again, and Andrew puts a hand on my waist to help me gain the proper momentum. Andrew’s finger leaves my asshole, and his tongue takes its place. With both hands on my waist, he makes my body rock into Marcus’s again and again. I groan into Dre’s cock, the sensation so new, so completely breathtaking. I’ve never had a rim job before, and I definitely haven’t ever had anal sex. I don’t know what to do, I can only trust that these men will fuck me right.
Chapter 3
The trust of it all has me moaning all over again. I do my best not to grind my ass into Andrew’s face, the rim job quickly becoming one of my new favorite sensations. So dirty, so taboo, so arousing. A warmth starts to build in my chest, and before I know it, I’m crying out. The orgasm comes as such a surprise, I barely have the time to enjoy it before it passes. It was so electric, I know I need more. I have a moment to wonder just when I became so insatiable, but I don’t care. My come only adds more wetness to my pussy, and I give in to the feeling.
“Is it good?” Dre asks, smirking down at me.
“So good,” I try to say, but my mouth is still full of cock. Marcus’s hands find my tits, rubbing over them, teasing my nipples. My pussy twitches around his member, still sliding along him in time to Andrew’s lapping tongue and the hands steering my body.
Until suddenly, he pulls away. I’m still panting and moaning around the Dre’s girth when I feel Andrew’s dick press against my ass. My hole is puckering, almost gaping wide for him, and he teases me with light amounts of pressure. It’s too much, it isn’t enough. My whole body is on fire with need and want and just plain hunger.
“Let her breathe, man,” Andrew says. Dre reluctantly takes a step back, his cock leaving my mouth. I gasp and pant, spit dripping down my face. I don’t even think about wiping it away. I want them to see me this way: depraved, dirty, and hungry for more.
“Oh God,” I whimper as Andrew finally presses himself inside my ass. There isn’t enough room; there can’t possibly be. I feel so stuffed, so completely full. The thin layer of skin separating Marcus’s dick from Andrew’s might as well not exist. They both rub against it in this paralyzing way, so deliciously new and completely wrong. I can’t do anything except feel it. And it’s so good. I can’t imagine anything feeling better until Andrew pulls back, slipping out of me, and then presses back in. I’m drooling openly now, without any shame. Nothing compares to this. There’s no way that they could both fit inside, but they do and they are. Andrew starts a horribly slow pace, and I can feel my flesh strain against the feeling.
“It’s so tight,” Andrew hisses, a level of appreciation in his tone that I’ve never heard from any of my past lovers. His fingers dig into the skin of my waist, and I cry out all over again. My vision blurs, but I see Dre’s need building. I turn my head to the side and he comes back over, pushing his dick into my face.
“Come on, now” he says. I rub my lips over his dick head, and I can’t think of anything I want more than to have all of my holes filled. I close my eyes and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue. “Look at me,” he says, and I have to obey. I open my eyes, look up, and he shoves himself inside my mouth, all the way into my throat. He backs off as I gag, and I take a moment to orient myself to these sensations.
Marcus is groaning beneath me, hands still occupied with my tits. When he feels me regain my bearings, he leans his head forward to lick and tease a nipple. Behind me, Andrew keeps his hands at my waist, squeezing the flesh there. Each shallow thrust from him pushes me further against Marcus’s throbbing cock. I’m so tight around them both, every single motion resonates inside of me. I can feel each of their breaths, each heartbeat, each small twitch.
My tongue dances over Dre’s dick. Andrew’s rhythm drives me mad, it’s still so torturously slow. I need more, need it to be faster. I lean back, and my ass takes in more and more of Andrew. Marcus groans, bucking up against my hips. Andrew’s thrusts become more forceful, more insistent. I’m so tight around him, he could easily rip me in half. I keep going, he keeps going. Marcus’s hands grasp and knead at my flesh, each point of contact a new fire beneath my skin.
I wrap one of my hands around Dre’s member, pulling him back to my lips. My head bobs over him as the pace continues to increase. Wetness squelches out of me with each motion, and I shudder in absolute ecstasy, feeling another orgasm building.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, lips pressed against Dre’s shaft. “Oh god, don’t you dare stop!” Dre recaptures me, fucking my mouth with one of his hands on the back of my head. I ca
n barely breathe, and the need builds. I feel it—I’m going to come, I need to come. Andrew growls behind me, thrusting with so much force. The feeling of his cock grinding against Marcus’s inside of me sends me over, and I could scream if only I could make any sound around Dre’s cock pumping inside my mouth. Orgasm surges through me, sending my body into spasms as I slide against all three of these men, these wonderful specimens, their hard bodies guiding and controlling my soft one. My moans echo across the shower room as waves of pleasure crest over my body, sending burning rapture through every inch of me. I feel my pussy throb and pulse around Marcus’s cock, almost pushing him out of me. My ass mirrors the same squeezing grasps, and Andrew’s thrusts become even faster, and his grunting lengthens into a heartfelt, shuddering groan. As I cry out my muffled pleasure into Dre’s cock, hot come fills up my ass. I rock my body against Marcus’s, soaking in the feeling of his rock hard muscles, letting the orgasm spill out of me.
As Andrew’s breathing gradually slows, he slips out of me, fraction by fraction. A new wave of whimpering takes over me as I have to readjust. My asshole puckers, leaking come. It dribbles out of me, courses down my thigh. The heat of it, the sudden chill as Andrew stops touching me makes me shudder. Dre pulls out of my mouth, and I let my back arch, savoring the shifting feeling of Marcus’s cock moving deeper inside of me. From the groans coming out from under me, Marcus’s enjoying it too. The heat of me, the come still squelching out around him. His hands slip over my hips, rocking me in a new rhythm, a new pace. I ride him as best I can, swiveling my hips and grinding against him, pulling him further and further into me.
He doesn’t last too long, close enough from feeling both me and Andrew come. Marcus pulls me off of him with a sharp cry and sprays come all up his chest. His satisfied panting spins me up one more time, and I look up expectantly to where Dre stands waiting. He still strokes himself, eyes fixed on mine. I can’t hold back another whimper, imagining the things running through his head. After all of this, after two orgasms, I’m still not finished. Not while he can still look at me like that.
I slide off of Marcus, leaving him to catch his breath. I stumble slightly, legs weak from exertion. Dre catches me easily, giving me a deep and brief kiss. My mouth still tastes like his cock. I still have spit on my chin from sucking him off. He picks me up, sliding his cock into the dampness between my legs, not entering me, just letting my wetness coat his member. He grates over my clit, as I wrap my legs more securely around him. He can hold my weight easily, but I love the solid feel of him as I clench my muscles around his waist.
“Are you ready?” Dre growls into my neck. “Ready to be fucked again?” He nips at my earlobe. “Ready to come on my cock?”
“God yes,” I murmur, rubbing over him as best I can. “God yes!”
He walks us over to shove me against the wall, and finally let’s himself slip inside. I lose myself to his strength as his hands push me up, making enough space for him to thrust into me. My holes ache from the pounding they’ve already received, but still I rock my body into him, pulling at reserves of energy I never knew I had.
Marcus and Andrew watch from where they still sit on the bench. Andrew’s already hard again, masturbating lazily. I stare at him as long as I can before my eyes slide shut with pleasure. Dre’s body presses against mine, becoming rougher, more insistent with each motion. My small sounds of pleasure all run together in a drawn out cry as he moves his hands to my hips, pulling me into each thrust, driving him deeper and deeper inside of me. He’s rubbing against my g-spot in the most perfect way, and the cry turns to sharp shrieks as I come again, more powerful than ever. Come squirts out of me, soaking Dre as he continues to make me ride him. My toes curl and my calves’ cramp and the orgasm keeps going. I can’t resist it, giving in completely to the feeling. I don’t need to think, don’t need to do anything but let myself get fucked. Just before I completely go limp, Dre yanks himself out of me and I grab his shaft, milking the come out of him to spray across my heaving chest. There’s so much, my tits are just covered in it.
Dre gives a small chuckle, stepping back to lower me to the ground. My legs barely hold my weight, and I can feel all the damage the whole affair has had on my body. I have never before felt so thoroughly fucked, and I love it. Aftershocks from the orgasm still course through me, and I lean back against the wall again to steady myself. All of my holes ache, and my lips are crusted with dried spit. Dre kisses my cheek and ruffles my hair, a huge grin plastered to his face.
“Now then, how about a shower before this ‘interview’?” he teases. Marcus and Andrew both laugh, and I can’t help but give an exhausted chuckle of my own. A shower is exactly what I want.
We all head over to the spigots, too spent to talk. Hot water shoots out above me as I fiddle with the knobs. Marcus runs a large hand down my back, and I shiver at the contact. My body is still keyed up and sensitive. I feel almost bashful as his hand moves lower to rinse the come from my ass cheeks. I spread my legs and rub my hands over my chest and stomach. There’s nothing quite like the feel of a hot shower after sex, and it’s especially true after such prolonged, vigorous sex.
“You are something else,” Marcus said in my ear before slipping away to another showerhead to clean himself off. I almost laugh, seeing how much of my come there is on his body. A good amount of banter breaks out as I slip a finger into my asshole, wincing at how tender it is, and flushing from the amount of come still inside.
“You boys sure know how to show a girl a good time,” I laugh, wiping at my lips and the skin around my mouth.
“Anything for an exclusive, right?” Andrew said with a small smirk. He scratched at his neck and added, “You have come in your hair.”
I laughed, ducking my head under the shower spray. Dre comes close to me, a towel wrapped around his waist. He holds another towel out for me to take, and I turn off the spigot. Rather than hand the towel to me, though, he wraps it around me himself.
“I don’t suppose you’ll make this into a habit…?” he says, trailing off to measure my reaction. I turn a brand new shade of red as I imagine doing this again, or even anything like it. It only takes a second to remember that final orgasm, though. Nothing in my life has ever compared to it.
I bite my lip and stare up into Dre’s green eyes. “Make me an offer,” I hear myself say, surprising even myself with the flirtation in my tone. Dre laughs openly, smacking my ass as he walks past.
“Come get dressed. Then we can do that interview.”
I can’t do anything except obey.
STORY THIRTY-TWO
Chapter 1
Luke was having an average Saturday night. For him, that meant pinning the new bronco boy up against the wall, out behind the arena. That was what the rodeo was for Luke on the nights that he wasn’t riding: a way to scope out both the competition and their potential as lovers. And tonight, his spectator seat had given him the perfect angle on this new beau, Hunter. Or maybe Harry. Luke couldn’t remember. All he could do was press his body ever closer, feeling more and more of Hunter’s muscle tone. He remembered the way those muscles had looked atop the bronco, the long lines of his shoulders as one of Hunter’s hands flew out to steady him, give him more balance.
It had started the same as any other rider taking to the arena. The bronco was released, and Hunter had struggled to find his rhythm. The rhythm is what always drew Luke to the rodeo. Even he had to admit to himself just how erotic the entire concept was—watching a man use only muscle and brute strength to maintain control. But it was the sweat that drew Luke to Hunter. Drops of liquid spilled off his body easily, pooling in the deep lines of his pectorals and abs. Hunter glistened in the floodlights. As the bronco kicked up dust and dirt, none of it seemed to touch Hunter, and he just kept writhing, swiveling atop that furious hurricane of equine limbs. The memory of it made Luke grow harder, pinning Hunter there against the wall. He was suddenly called back to the present moment, to the thick column of muscle that was this glo
rious rider.
“Let’s get out of here,” Hunter panted into Luke’s neck. A line of fire shot straight to his loins. Hunter was right, of course. Not too many of the locals were as accepting of Luke’s favored pastimes. At least, not the ones involving other men.
“Sure thing,” Luke replied, leaning in to grind his pelvis over Hunter’s. The groan he received brought a grin to Luke’s stubbly cheeks. “Let’s go find Julia.”
Luke’s roommate Julia was a force of nature. They found her at the bar, her red hair mussed and hanging in her face. She was fonder of mechanical bulls than the live ones, and could never resist a chance to show off. Though her audience had dissipated by then—sometime between two and four in the morning, by Luke’s best guess—Julia still managed to talk the bartender into letting her have one last go on the bull.
Luke let everything else fall away as he watched her. It didn’t matter that they lived together, that he had seen every worst moment in Julia’s life, that she had two nights before thrown up on his favorite shirt. She was a goddess there, swirling and bucking with the whirring of the machine. She rocked her hips suggestively in the saddle, throwing a smirk his way. He was smitten all over again with her blue eyes, red hair, and face full of freckles. She whipped her hair around, messing it up even further as she leaned into the mechanical bull’s slowly halting bucks. Her tits bounced as she hopped down from her perch. Luke had to grin at that; of course she wasn’t wearing a bra. She downed one final shot before sauntering over, her hips swaying so easily. Why could she always look like she was dancing? Luke felt a moment of warm envy pass over him for a moment before Julia reached the two of them and kissed his cheek.
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