He tenderly undid my bra and removed it, casting it aside.
His fingers found my stomach, slid down to my mound, slipped farther and pressed behind my clit through the fabric of my panties, hot and soaked now, the lips of my sex quivering with need. I gasped as he pressed and stroked rhythmically between my thighs.
Bruno’s nose lifted. Keeping my knees from buckling took all of my concentration as Orsino came around and knelt in front of me. His kisses fluttered on my soft, shaking stomach. And down. Down. He sighed as his lips tasted the wetness soaking through the crotch of my underwear. He teased with his tongue, and he sucked. My back arched and he looked up, sharply.
“Don’t. Move.”
His mouth went back onto me, between my legs, working me, playing me. Streams and rivers of sensation sprang and flowed through all of my body and, though I kept my position steady, I couldn’t keep from trembling.
When I had let out a long, yearning moan of hopeless rapture, he stood. His brown eyes sparkled with a cold, dark fire into mine as his fingers took my nipples. First he teased and pulled them. As the waves of pleasure rippled all the way to my pelvis and my clenching thighs, my nipples hardened, swelled and stung. Then he pinched them.
I yelled and bent over. He let go and waited for me to recover. I was dizzy and breathless, tingling and quaking all over. When I was able to stand, feeling his warmth right in front of me, his ever hotter, ever harder cock straining through his pants to get at me, then he took my nipples again. He had little clamps with leather pads inside their jaws, and the sight of them terrified me. He smiled as he said,
“Soon, you won’t need the pads,” and he snapped them onto my nipples. I yelled and collapsed to the floor. First the pain sliced into me, sharp and blinding, then it faded and there was a moment of bright, searing nothingness and it settled to a low pulsing ache. As it passed, I found that the shock had been much greater than the pain.
I could bear the pain. Not easily, but I could bear it. It rose and fell in intensity, and a thrill followed behind it. Slowly I stood to resume my position, my knees shaking, my nipples stinging, but with an incredible force of unfamiliar pleasure welling in my pelvis. As I stood, fighting the sensations to get some kind of composure, he leaned to speak so gently into my ear, “Can you bear it?”
It was hard to speak, but I did manage to say, “Yes. I can bear it.” And I surprised myself, saying, “It’s good.” And I bit my lip. The two bears shuffled their paws and sniffed deeply.
Orsino knelt to return his mouth to my crotch. Slowly, softly he slid my panties down, touching them against my legs all the way to my ankles, so that I felt every centimeter as they fell. The faint touch of my flimsy underwear was such a contrast to the searing pain in my nipples that the two sensations were like a dark symphony in counterpoint.
And then his wet, mobile tongue was inside me. Slipping along my lips, trilling at the base of my zinging clitoris, sliding into my opening. My legs shook so violently and my thighs clenched so hard that I thought I might crush his head. And I didn’t fucking care. I came, rolling, trembling waves of orgasm burst and rocked through me.
I grabbed him by his hair and I pulled him as hard into me as I could. I laughed and I wept. I sobbed and I shouted his name. I must have squirted in his face, because my thighs were running with wetness. Through the spasms I heard him,
“Yes, Goldie. YES! Come. COME FOR ME, NOW!”
And I did. I twitched and shook, my buttocks and my thighs clenched, so hard I thought that my spine and pelvis would tear apart. I withstood fabulous, seismic spasms bursting through me. I came so hard and yet, somehow, still I stood.
When he stood again, there was no sign of composure on his wet face. I smiled to see his lovely golden-brown hair completely mussed and his eyes so wild. He looked in my eyes and grinned. Then he released the clamps and I fell to a moaning heap on the floor.
His laugh was like a taunt. It was an amplified version of that damned grin.
When I was able, I got to my knees, level with his beautiful hips, level with that magnificent monster pulsing in his pants. As I reached towards him, my lips wet and parting, he said, “AH!” and wagged a finger.
“I have had all the pleasure of you so far.” Orsino said. “I think it’s time to give Bruno and Bernado a reward. Haven’t they been good?”
The two bears were gone. In their place were two big, gorgeous men, identical to Orsino. The same lustrous golden-brown hair, the same gorgeous dark brown eyes. Triplets. Their golden skin glistened in the low light. But the scent was still there.
As the two huge, naked men approached and Orsino shed his clothes, I didn’t know how I was going to tell the great men apart. But I discovered a way. They were all big, in every way. But in one way more strikingly than any other.
Their cocks were incredibly long and thick. Longer and thicker than any I’d ever seen before. The slick, dark head of head of Bernardo’s cock rose up and above his navel. Bruno’s was longer still, and nearly as fat. Orsino’s length was in between the other two, but his cock was even thicker. Its weight kept it pointed right at me.
Orsino and Bernardo held and kissed me. Bruno was eager to hold and feel my swollen, heaving breasts. Bernado stood behind me and rubbed his massive, hot member between my quivering thighs. It stretched along my lips, rubbed up against my vibrating clit and poked a few inches out under my fuzzy mound.
I couldn’t imagine how much of that long, hard beast he thought he would be able to shove inside me. He dragged it back until he was able to jam the heavy head of it into my dripping lips. It shoved my opening wide and I had to move my legs apart to give it easier access.
Then he reached for my breasts as the bulb burst into me. My pelvis rocked and wriggled. I had seen how long he was, but I wasn’t prepared for the width of him. As he shoved it farther up me, I bent forwards, my hands clasped and my mouth stretched.
Bruno took that as a cue, and brought his fat, throbbing cock nearer to my face. He beat it on my cheeks and the weight of it shocked me. He banged it on my big, soft breasts and rubbed it between them.
Bernardo pushed in and the stretch in my insides was the most intense pain I had known. Good pain. Ecstatically good pain. But a lot of it. My eyes rolled and my mouth filled with sweet saliva.
I began to say, “Oh, oooooh, it’s tooo biiiig!” But the dark spicy scent of man filled my head as Bruno pushed his thick, hot rod between my lips. Bernardo stretched me wider than I thought I could go and I wriggled my hips to try and open them further.
Bruno’s wide ridges pushed my mouth open as his slick, hard bulb dragged its smoky tang along the length of my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve taken a cock in my throat before, but I never felt my neck bulge and stretch like it did around Bruno.
My feet lifted in turn as I tried to make a wider opening for Bernardo. He lifted my leg high, and that helped some. He was still way too long and far too fat for me, though. As he sawed into me, I didn’t know how much of that scrumptious pain I could bear.
To take my mind off it, I concentrated on drawing and suckling on Bruno’s fat hunk as he slid it between my wide-stretched lips. He heated up and after a series of long, hard strokes, his shaft began to pulse. I knew it would be time for porridge soon.
And it was. Bruno growled as his huge cock burst its porridge into my throat in a volley of hot blasts. His thick, salty jizz filled my throat and slid around my tongue and my mouth. He pumped and pumped, and as it reached my lips and he pulled out, I gasped and I said, “Mmm, delicious. But it’s too hot!”
Bruno held me as Bernardo pulled out of my sore pussy and came around to pump his cock into my mouth, too. It was easier to get his head and his girth into my mouth, and his taste was distinct but just as wonderful.
His length, though, I couldn’t get my lips more than about two thirds of the way along the hot, pumping rail as it reamed into my throat. I sucked as hard as I could, and in no time rings of beating pul
se ridged along his massive cock and he was spurting thick gobs of hot porridge into my mouth and my neck.
“Mmm,” I wiped my lips and my mouth, and pushed the porridge all in. “Too thick,” I said, but it was delicious and I gulped it all down.
Then Orsino brought his huge marvel of manhood to my waiting lips. As I got my mouth busy around his fat and fabulous shaft, Bruno was getting to work behind me, rubbing his thick, stiffening cock against my swollen wet petals.
As I sucked on Orsino, Bruno began to breach my opening. I thought Bernardo was thick! Bruno stretched my lips, my walls and my pain threshold. My poor little puss pumped and drooled over him, and he lifted my leg even higher than Bernardo had done. My back acred and stretched, my mouth pulled wide and my muscles flexed and spasmed.
Bruno was just too thick. He slid in and out of me, forcing me wider. My wet throat vibrated and pulsed. Wrapped tight around Orsino’s perfect penis, it made him pump harder and he grew hotter. I cried out when Bruno stiffened and beat harder, but the sound only became a rumble on Orsino’s cock. I know that Bruno was getting ready to deliver me a second helping of his porridge.
The dark tang of Orsino’s precum told me that his first serving wasn’t far away, and he held me by my hair as he drove his cock into my face in earnest. My tongue stretched along the bottom ridges of him and relished his perfect taste.
He pounded my mouth and his beat rose, at the same time as Bruno began to blast away in my sore, wide stretched puss.
My hands clenched and my buttocks tightened and my stomach rolled as Bruno practically split me open and came in blasts inside me. Orsino made a throaty growl as his porridge pulsed into my throat. The taste and the temperature and the texture of him was just right, and I swallowed every last drop.
Bruno filled me with his sticky bolts of thick porridge and my climaxes crested and crashed. My poor pussy ached when he slid out. I had learned to love the pain of him, though.
Bernardo approached me with his massive mast uncoiling, working up to his second showing. I was relieved when he lifted me and laid me on my back on a table and hoisted my ankles over his shoulders.
The other two brothers came up either side by my shoulders so I could stroke and suck their fantastic cocks, to give myself some distraction for what I knew was to come. Bernardo brought his shaft to the wet center of my sore petals. My back stretched and my legs spread as he bored into me.
Bernardo filled me so full and so hard I pulled and sucked on Orsino’s and Bruno’s cocks, and I yanked on my nipples in turn. I bit my forearm and my hands clutched and clawed. His length was almost unbearable, but at least he wasn’t as wide as his brother Bruno.
As Bernardo beat his rod hard into my soft canal, I felt him twitch and he growled and I knew that it was going to be time for porridge again. Bernardo’s second salty salvo splashed inside me and his growl was like low thunder as he came.
Orsino stroked my hair as he lifted me gently onto his cock. My legs and arms wrapped tight around him so he wore me like a skin.
My softness opened wide to let him in and my walls closed around him and hugged him. His length was breathtaking and his girth was heart-stopping. Orsino pumped and pounded my pussy with his wonderful wand. His thighs beat against mine and his balls slapped gently against my ass.
Orsino was just right. He filled me with his perfect porridge and I squeezed and sucked and bucked against him with every part of me to get every drop I could out of him. Orsino’s porridge was hot and slick and it filled me to perfection.
He growled and I shouted and we came together like the clouds of a busrsting rainstorm.
Afternoon was fading into an autumn evening as we sat on deck and the sun began to set. Bruno said, “You are going to be our perfect mate, Goldie.”
Bernardo brought champagne on a silver tray and he said, “You are the woman we have all dreamed of.”
She looked in Orsino’s eyes as he told her, “You will be the perfect mother for our cubs.”
“About the porridge, Orsino.”
He stroked her hair, “Yes Goldie. What about the porridge?”
“What are the third and forth servings like?”
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Big, Beautiful young Goldie is humiliated and dumped by her loser boyfriend, just when she’d begun to trust men again. But she meets Orsino at a New York art event.
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The two big men stood with their thighs so close to Hanna’s face, she felt their heat and their scents filled her head. She pushed and pushed and kept both men massive with her mouth. It was hard to concentrate with the other huge man pulsing inside her.
Hannah’s generous buttocks rippled and spilled over the great man’s huge body and rolled as his hips hefted him harder into her. Her throat has full and hot, and her chest reddened when she caught a flash of herself in the bar room mirror, her huge breasts bouncing among the glistening, pulsing men.
And all the time, knowing the dark secret of their high mountain isolation…
Hanna's little Honda sighed and gasped as it crested the ridge. The dark wood lodge rose out of the chilly mist, and as the drive leveled out, the car regained its strength. Steps led up to a pointed timber porch.
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