Joe lay like a statue and his eyelids fluttered and I felt his thighs tense under me when Chad gave him an extra couple strokes.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when Chad slid his fingers under my ass and along my folds to tease my clit. “Time to get you on board.” But before he lifted me Chad slid his fingers into my pussy. “God, you’re tight. What I wouldn’t give to fuck you,” he growled. “Later, I might insist upon it.”
The explicit words were more thrilling that I thought possible and I rose on my knees. That’s when Phil pounced. He gripped my mound, pressing the heel of his hand down as he slid two fingers on either side of my clit. Joe’s hands grabbed my boobs and I was a writhing mess.
Every erogenous zone being beautifully tormented, I no longer bothered trying to decipher which hand belonged to whom. I sagged back against Chad and let it all go. Muscles relaxed, mind only on the pleasure rioting through my body. So when I felt myself lifted up and his cock pressed into me, it wasn’t hard to relax and let it fill and stretch me wide. A low, guttural groan rose up my throat as I melted onto Joe.
“There you go,” he whispered and pulled my hands down to where our bodies joined. I rocked against him but was stilled by another pair of firm hands behind me.
“Lean over,” Chad instructed.
He pushed me down until my breasts pressed flush to Joe’s chest, making his cock inside me knock at my G-spot. His hair scrubbed on my nipples and they peaked, further agonizing me with sensation. Fingers lightly slid along the curve of my spine—sending an array of shivers fanning out from the touch—then gripped my ass cheeks tight. Almost painfully, but I relished the hold. Loving the pure lust that enthralled me.
I pulsed my hips, needing to feel the strain on my pussy walls from Joe’s cock as he plunged up and drove deep into me. I groaned into his shoulder, baring my teeth with the urge to nip his flesh. He jumped and wrapped his arms around me in a vise grip.
“Quit biting, tigress.” His voice dripped with desire, making me crazy.
I squeaked when an equally tight grasp on my hips stopped my pulsing motion and held me steady while fingers slid up the crack of my ass like lightning. Scorching, brilliant and electrifying. Phil was the only one with free hands so I knew it was him teasing me and pushing a thick fingertip inside. He was getting me ready for a cock to thrust past the tight muscles.
My ménage. It was going to happen.
Double penetration. Something I’d always wondered about but never, ever expected to happen. And here I was now. With a crowd watching our every move and I didn’t care. I was too far gone to give it another thought. In that moment I accepted that was what I wanted.
To be watched. Watched as I got fucked by three men.
“Fuck me, Chad.”
I heard Phil saying something, but it was lost in the rush of blood that seared through my veins, deafening me to anything but the sound of my pounding heart. When I felt his cock head slip past my tight sphincter muscles, the cry of delight that I let loose with pierced my hearing and suddenly everything came into sharp focus as he pressed in. Slowly. Deeply. Once I’d fully accepted his cock, Chad increased his pace.
The dual thrusting left me lifeless, unable to move, and I lay draped over Joe while his arms pulled me tight and hands gripped my hips as I was impaled from behind.
Chad’s voice was next to my ear. “You’re delicious and tight, sweet Tara and while I fuck you, know that I’m getting fucked as well.”
His guttural groan was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever heard. I quaked and asked, “P-Phil…is fucking you?”
The gravel in the tone of his voice rasped every nerve ending and grated with delicious pleasure until I felt as if I’d been run across a washboard. “Yes, he is. All of us are.”
“Joe, everyone is fucking.” I lifted my head and took his mouth, mating our tongues until they tangled and we breathed into each other.
Grunts from behind me and uninhibited moans surrounded us. I opened my eyes mid-kiss and saw the crowd that had grown. They were in various states of undress and many were either pleasuring themselves or intertwined with someone else. But all eyes were on us.
Their lust-filled faces and moans of desire tipped me over. Breath rushed out of me and I hovered, welcoming the slow, excruciating tingle of my orgasm as it teased me. When a finger reached between our bodies and found my clit, I didn’t care whose it was. The touch ignited me and my belly contracted, all senses zeroing in on my pussy and ass as it was plundered.
I hung on, holding my breath, not wanting to rush this exquisite crescendo of sensation and then I couldn’t hold anymore. I blistered into a quivering explosion of firing nerve endings, my legs and arms trembled as if my muscles had a mind of their own. I panted as my lungs cried for breath, frantically sucking in air as the men didn’t let up their assault on me.
They came together, as if they were connected somehow. Their cocks swelled inside me, the fingers on my clit didn’t let up and drew out another shuddering climax from me that made both Joe and Chad suck in their breath. I felt my pussy and ass muscles clamp around them with a rhythmic cadence that was near to unbearable.
Chad was bent low over my back and his body slammed into me with double force. My orgasmic-clouded brain remembered Phil was fucking him. His roar filled the night and I knew he’d come in Chad’s ass.
Then dead weight pressed me into Joe and molded us together. The weight of the two men behind me was welcome. I felt safe and protected by all the maleness.
Turning my head, I rested my cheek on Joe’s chest, his heart pounded in my ear and I smiled. His fingers caressed along my hips and I gazed at the crowd. Those gathered around us blinked and drew in ragged breaths. We had done that to them. Made them watch us. Turned them on. Brought them visual stimulation. Slowly, couples and moresomes wandered off to find their own place to fuck.
I sighed in contented bliss. My body tingled with afterglow, but I was still hot, burning for more loving.
I smiled when the weight of Phil and Chad lifted off me and they fell into each other’s arms beside us.
This night certainly turned out different than I expected. Joe and I had come here a bit hesitant, but curious. We’d come for spectator sex. To watch others have sex and we wound up being the show.
“What are you giggling about?” Joe asked as I slid off him and snuggled into his side.
“Just how this was a crazy turn of events.”
“Yeah, who’d a thought it?”
I nodded and gazed up into his dark, passion-filled eyes. “I know. What say we don’t make this a onetime visit?”
His smile made my heart pound. “I’m game if you are.”
About Cristal Ryder
An expressionist through words and art from a young age, Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fuelled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on. Reading long into the night until her father shouted for her to turn off the light.
Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school. Now, ready to experience all life has to offer, Cristal tempts her readers and takes them on journeys of passion to vivid locations with squirm-in-your-seat plots. The combination of artistic talent with her gift for the written word helps Cristal bring to life the characters and stories she weaves.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college-aged sons and, yes, they do fly home after their initial excitement of leaving the nest! Along with her writing, Cristal works full time in the law enforcement field, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world. Cristal is multi-published and excited to be an Ellora’s Cave author.
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