“Let me in, baby,” I hear Joe say and Heather shakes her head again. “You’ll let me in,” he says a little more forcefully, and he draws his hand back and slaps her hard on the ass. She lets out a surprised little cry, and he pushes another thick, rigid inch into her tight little asshole.
“So take it slow on the way in the first couple of times. After that, pick up speed. Kind of feel her out. She’ll let you know if it’s just too much,” Joe tells Josh. “You need to honor that―the first couple of times. After that, do the same thing, but get vigorous. If she complains that it hurts but she still lets you do it, it means she really wants it. And in this case, practice makes perfect.”
I feel Josh pushing forward into me, and I push back into him, giving him more, letting him know I want it, and he moans loudly and keeps slipping into me. But Heather is having a hard time of it. She’s crying out with every quarter inch Joe manages to get into her. When Josh is completely buried in my ass up to his balls, I look over at Heather. Her face is screwed up and she looks like she’s going to cry. So I say the only thing there is to say, really: “Joe, fuck into her. Go ahead and get it all in. If she’s going to take it, it’s time―just do it.” It’s like ripping off a bandage. If you’ve got a partner who knows what he’s doing and won’t hurt you, it’s best to just get it over with.
I see Heather’s face cloud but she nods, and then Joe pulls back ever-so-slightly before shoving straight into her tight hole. She lets out a shriek and everyone in the room―and I do mean everyone―stops what they’re doing and turns to look at her. But before the echo of the shriek has died, Joe draws back and shoves in again. This time Heather moans loudly, and I see most of the faces in the room smile. The only ones who aren’t smiling are wishing it were them pushing into her virgin ass, and that makes me smile. Josh draws back and then slams into me, and I moan loudly and shake. For someone who’s barely past being a kid, he’s got quite an impressive dick.
Before long, both of the men are pounding into us, and Heather has tears running down her face. I know she’s hurting, but I also know that tomorrow she’ll be glad she did this, especially when Josh has had me, because he’s going to want more. He’s going to want to fuck her ass tomorrow and at least she’ll know to hold still for him and let him in.
Joe has amazing self-control and, even though it’s obvious Josh is about to shoot into his condom, Joe is nowhere near finished with Heather. He’s still stroking into her and she’s still hanging in there, her cheeks wet with tears. Bless his heart, he’s asked her twice if she wants to stop and she’s said no both times, so he keeps going. When Josh finally finishes off in me, I tell him, “Go over to Heather and start stroking her clit. If you can make her come while Joe’s fucking her, it’ll be better for her.” He takes my advice and, before I can find someone else to screw, she’s headed at breakneck speed toward her orgasm. I find myself wishing I could watch her explode.
But before I can think, Juan motions for me. When I get to him, his manhood is pointing straight up like a flagpole. He points to a mattress, lies down, and growls, “Mount me.” I do it without even thinking about it; it’s a treat. Juan’s cock isn’t especially long, but it’s thick, and I love the stretch.
Before I can get comfortably seated on it, Gilea comes to me and starts sucking one nipple and twisting the other one; I swear, I think that girl likes the women better than the men, which is, of course, okay with me. I can’t hold it back, and I let out a long, low moan. That gets Carson’s attention, and he comes toward us. I see Juan smile at him and I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming. Juan takes my hands and draws them up and behind his head. “Hold them there, honey; don’t make me tie you up,” he whispers as he laughs, his full, soft lips against my ear, and everything in me shivers. He knows I realize what they’re doing and there’s no chance I’ll mess it up. I want it, want it bad. Once he has my wrists gripped tight, he looks at Carson and says, “Get in there.”
Carson pushes hard and sinks himself into me and, even though I just got finished with one ass fucking, the burn comes back. With Juan’s thick cock already in my pussy, the double penetration is exquisite, a pain I’ll crave for weeks. Brett comes over to watch us, and he looks impressed. I can tell he’s going to want this later, and I smile up at him. He’s smiling back. “Baby, that’s a beautiful thing to watch,” he whispers to me, then leans down between all of the bodies surrounding me and kisses me. I’m glad he’s getting off watching us. It’s a bonus.
Juan backs out, and Carson burrows into my ass up to his balls. He’s the only one of the guys who doesn’t shave smooth, and his fur tickles my ass. Then he pulls out and Juan strokes back in. It’s good―really, really good. I don’t want to, but I cry out―I can’t help it. And just when I think I can’t take any more, Juan reaches back, takes my arms from around his neck, and pushes me upright. Carson has to work to stroke―it’s not as easy as it was when I was lying forward on Juan―but he’s managing, and Juan goes straight for my clit. When he does, I can’t help but shriek, and he works it like he owns it.
I’m right on the edge, hovering, loving every minute of it, wanting it and not wanting it because I don’t want it to end, and then it’s there, spangles behind my eyelids, my breath catching in my throat, and I’m screaming, can’t help it. I hear Brett whispering, “Do it, baby! Do it. God, this is good. Take it, baby!” Juan keeps stroking, and I keep shaking. I can’t stop. He finally stops and I would collapse on him, but while I was coming, Carson had wrapped his arms around me and cupped a breast in each hand, and he’s working my nipples over like they’re his prized possessions. Juan barks at him, “Let her go!” and I drop onto Juan’s chest, exhausted.
“Now―fuck her hard.” Carson doesn’t need to be told twice. Juan’s big cock is buried in me and Carson’s hitting just the right spot, and I’m falling into it, the burn taking me over, and before I realize what’s happening, I’m coming again, jerking against Juan’s chest, and he’s gripping me to him so I can’t move, which makes it even more powerful. God, I’ve never done anything that was this intense, so delightfully painful, so forbidden and craved. I’m just screaming now, and pretty much everybody has come to watch and cheer us on. I can hear them laughing and whispering, talking about how hard Carson’s pounding me and how Juan’s restraining me, but I don’t care. This is more than I could’ve ever asked for, hoped for. It’s past heavenly. It’s way past mind-blowing. I don’t even know how to describe it, just the best damn pain I’ve ever known in my life.
I feel Carson stiffen and I know he’s done. Sure enough, within seconds he drops onto my back, panting. I hear Juan say, “Hey, bud, get out and over. I need to get off too.” When Carson pulls out of me and drops onto the mattress beside Juan and me, Juan flips me over and away from Carson, then begins to pound into my pussy, looking for his own release. I feel another orgasm building, and I reach down and start to stroke my clit while he strokes into me.
When I come, I’m in control, and I just keep going, pulsing tightly around Juan’s cock. He whispers into my neck, “Damn, Karen, you’re a fine fuck.” I’m still stroking myself and my hips are still rocking upward when I feel his cock thicken and lengthen, and he comes royally inside me, then drops onto me and grinds into me, his hands wrapped around to grip my ass. I can’t stroke myself anymore with him on top of me, so I work to get my arm out from between us.
I’m exhausted, and all I can manage to say is “Jesus christ, you guys are good fucks, you know that?” I ruffle Juan’s short, dark hair and he laughs, then I reach over and stroke Carson’s cock and he moans. I’m finally lucid enough to look around, and I see that Brett’s balls-deep in Belinda’s ass and, in front of her, Joe’s fucking into her mouth. Juan rolls off of me and, before he can move, Angela goes down on him, smiling around his dick as it stiffens again immediately. She’s told us that they fuck each other at least three times a day, and it shows―she knows just how to push his buttons.
Carson’s reaching
for another condom and as soon as he gets the new one on, Katie mounts him and starts riding him like a bronco at the rodeo. Her tits are so beautiful, so pert and round and plump against that hard, lean body.
I’m wondering who’s free when Daniel asks me, “Karen, can I fuck your face? I was watching you guys – that was awesome.” His cock is in his hand and it’s raging and purple, a beautiful thing with its own pulse and, at that size, probably its own zip code.
“Of course, sweetie. I’ll swallow for you.” Actually, my mouth waters just thinking about it. I’ve only gone down on Daniel once before, and his cum is the tastiest I’ve ever had. It’s kind of sweet―Katie says they eat a lot of fruit, and he told me the last time that he made sure to eat some pineapple before he came over. That’s gotta be it. When I take him in my mouth, some of it is still on his dick, and I lick it like an ice cream cone. I can’t remember who I saw him in before me.
That’s when I look up and see it―he’s got a look on his face like he’s the biggest, baddest Dom on the planet and I’m his slutty little sub. He’s a beautiful guy, finely chiseled features, wavy dark hair pulled back into a short ponytail, and dark, sultry eyes. I’m not sucking him as a favor to him―he’s actually gracing me with the honor of sucking him, and I know it. I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet when he looks at me like that. I go at it with gusto and wonder how long he’ll leave me on my own with his manhood.
And then it happens―he grabs my hair on either side of my head and drives himself into my throat. For a split second, I think I’m going to choke, and then he sets up the rhythm. It’s beyond delicious. I can feel my throat expanding every time his cock pushes down into it, and I wonder if he can see it until he says, “I love seeing your throat swell with my cock head. Come over here.” He pulls out of my mouth, leads me to the dining room table, and has me lie across it on my back. “Scoot toward me,” he orders, and pulls me far enough toward him that my head is hanging off the edge. I know exactly what’s about to happen, and the thought makes my pussy gush and my head spin. He reaches for my hands and grips my wrists tightly against his palms.
I open my mouth, and he slams in―all the way in. With my head back, he’s got a straight shot into my throat, and I know I’m not in control anymore. I want to push him away, but he’s holding my wrists so I’m completely at his mercy, which only makes every sensation that much more electrifying. He sets up a rhythm again, and I feel myself slipping away, at least until I feel somebody lick up my slit, and then they’re sucking and tugging on my clit, circling it with their tongue, and I’m so confused and blissed out that I slip into that place I’ve only been a couple of times. One of our old lovers who moved away, James, was really into BDSM, and he called it subspace. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s a damn good place to be.
I hear Daniel say, “Oh my god, look at that. My cock is filling up her throat.” I hear somebody else say, “Shit, that’s hot! Look at that!” I think I hear birds chirping and angels singing until Daniel snarls, “Swallow, cunt. Swallow around me.” I love hearing him talk so dirty to me and call me names, and I feel his seed shoot down my throat and come back up into my mouth, its salty bitterness, its heat, and he stops with his cock lodged in my throat. I can’t breathe and I start to feel dizzy, but I’m not panicked―I trust him. Just as I’m about to black out, I feel my airway open up and I heave in a breath and swallow anything left in my mouth and throat. God, he’s delectable.
That’s when I get a chance to look down, and I see it’s Brett face down in my bits, holding my hips and thighs against the table. He’s working it for all he’s worth, and I feel the coiling in my gut. Before I can moan, Daniel leans down and kisses me deeply. “I love tasting myself on a woman’s lips,” he whispers, and that’s it for me―I come viciously. Brett won’t let up, and Daniel won’t turn me loose, his tongue still buried in my mouth. I can’t cry out, can’t moan, all I can do is feel the spasms, the churning behind my clit, my pussy clenching and releasing over and over.
Before he stops, Brett starts speed finger fucking me, pressing into my G-spot. Daniel moves his mouth away, and I hear Brett laugh and say, “Hey, guys, get out of the way―she’s gonna blow!” I relax and let it come to me, balled up and beautiful, and in seconds I turn loose with a stream of ejac that shoots out, how far I don’t know. I hear a couple of the guys cheer.
“Damn, wish you’d do that,” I hear Carson say to Gilea.
“I would if you knew what you were doing,” she bites back.
“Ouch!” he laughs.
I’m gasping, and I hear Joe say, “Let Brett teach you, bud. That’s why we’re here, remember?”
Brett climbs up onto the table and whispers to me, “That was great, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back to him and kiss him. I can taste one of the other ladies on his mouth, and it makes me so hot I want to fuck him right then and there. But I hear him tell Carson they can take Gilea over to another spot and he’ll teach Carson to make her squirt, as the guys are so fond of calling it.
I find myself lying on the table alone. When I’m finally able to sit up and take stock of myself, I realize everybody is winding down. Belinda looks like she’s been fucked one too many times, and I don’t think Juan could get it up again if his life depended on it. Daniel’s sitting on the mattress nearest me, and I get off the table, go over to him, and lie down, then pull him down to lie beside me. Just as his arms encircle me, there’s somebody on his other side―Heather. He rolls onto his back and puts his other arm around her, drawing us both up until our heads are resting on his chest. He kisses her forehead and then mine. “You girls know I love you, don’t you?”
“Um-hum. I love you too,” I tell him and kiss him. “And I love you too, Heather.” She reaches across Daniel and strokes the side of my face, and I grab her hand and kiss her palm. That’s when I just can’t hold it in anymore; I start to cry.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Daniel asks me.
“I miss David and Holly tonight.” He kisses my forehead again. “Thanks for giving David a job. I hope he’ll take it and it’s a good fit for him. I don’t want to lose them. I love them both.”
“We all do,” Heather whispers. “I don’t want to lose anybody here. I love every person in this room, and I know they love me.”
“We all do,” Daniel says and kisses her on the forehead.
“Honey, I hope you didn’t think Joe and I were being too hard on you awhile ago,” I say to her, reaching to stroke the side of her face.
She shakes her head against Daniel’s chest. “No, it’s okay, really. I mean, it hurt, but I know I need to learn to do it, especially since all of the guys expect it, so it’s okay. It’ll just take some getting used to, that’s all. But now I’m not afraid to let Josh do it at home. I watched him fuck you so I know he knows how. And you liked it so much―I want to like it that much too.”
“You will, baby, with practice.”
“Yes, you will,” Daniel echoes. “Next time let me ass fuck you. Katie says I’m really good. She had a hard time taking it at first too, but she loves it now. You’ll see―it won’t take long.”
I hear giggling and look over to see Belinda sandwiched between Brett and Carson. Joe’s sitting on the mattress that’s scooted up to the sofa, and he’s leaning back on the front of the sofa, holding Katie close and kissing her like they were fifteen. When I finally spot Angela, Josh has her up in a suspended congress, pressed against the wall and stroking into her slowly while she moans and kisses him. Gilea and Juan are cuddling on another mattress, talking low and giggling softly.
I try to remember how the couples came to the group. Each meeting has some kind of story, some personal, intimate history between all of us. It’s lovely and sweet, and we all fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
As everyone mellows out, the guys start helping the ladies clean themselves up. Towels go all around, and everyone is looking for their clothes. Belinda and Gil
ea start laughing when they realize they have each other’s bras―Belinda is a D-cup and Gilea is a double F, and it’s pretty funny looking when they put them on and realize what they’ve done.
When everyone is almost dressed, Daniel says, “I’ve got something I need to talk to all of you about.”
Everyone turns to look at him. “You know we’d like to get pregnant.” Everyone nods. “But out of respect for all of you, Katie’s stayed on her birth control pills. So I’ve, we’ve, got a favor to ask.”
“Go for it,” Joe says. “You know we’ll help however we can.”
Daniel stops for a second, then says, “If you’re all agreeable to it, she’d like to stop taking the pill and see what happens. We’re hoping with the extra semen she gets over here, it won’t take long.”
We all look at each other. Brett is the first to speak, and I’m so proud. “I’ll gladly do it. I’d be honored. What about the rest of you?”
Joe looks at Belinda, and she nods. “Sure. Not a problem.”
“I’d be glad to,” Carson adds, and Gilea pats his knee.
“Everyone should have a baby if they want one.” Angela starts to cry, and I think about what a hard time they’ve had. “Would you guys mind trying the same for us?”
“Hell, no! Consider it done!” Josh chimes in, and Katie nods.
Joe gets a wistful look on his face. “Wouldn’t it be great if we had a couple of babies? I think that would be fun. I wouldn’t mind being a dad.”
“But we might never know who―” Daniel started.
“We’d all be his or her dad. No baby would ever be more loved,” Brett says and reaches over to take Angela’s hand. She starts to cry in earnest, and Carson leans over and puts his arm around her shoulders.
“Well, it’s settled. Maybe we’ll have a couple of babies before long.” Daniel and Juan both are ecstatic. Everyone takes a deep breath and someone starts laughing. Before long, we’re all laughing, just like we always do. No one is leaving without feeling thoroughly fucked and extremely happy, and I know we’ll all sleep soundly tonight, especially two couples who have some hope they didn’t have when they came through the door.
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