Slade wraps his fingers in mine, squeezes gently, a silent promise that everything will be ok. Then he flattens my hands against my buttocks. “Hold yourself open for me and sit your ass on my dick,” he says.
I twist to stare at him in disbelief.
“Eyes forward,” Hawthorne growls, and Slade smacks me lightly, right on top of what I immediately realize is a fresh, tender welt.
He doesn’t give me another command. None of them do. I’m aware of how naked I am, how vulnerable. Finally I do as Slade requested. The skin on my ass is thoroughly marked; I can feel the puffy weals under my palms.
“Not enough. Pull your cheeks up and out,” Slade says, and my face burns hot, but I do it. Air touches my body in places I’m not used to.
“Sit,” he says. I understand that I’m not to change my position otherwise, so I don’t. It’s awkward. Slowly, I lower myself, and I feel a squirt of cool wetness hit my pucker. A light, clean scent fills the air, and Slade tosses a tiny bottle of lube to the side.
“Come on,” he says. But he doesn’t help me along. It would be so much easier if he just pulled me down and put his cock into me, but I think he’s enjoying my discomfort.
The head of his cock nudges at my rear, and I clench up. “Bad girl,” he says.
Some kind of understanding passes between the other two men, who are both standing there with throbbing erections that are pointed right at me.
They approach together. Hawthorne leans over me. My legs are trembling as I fight to keep myself suspended over Slade’s large cock. Soon my muscles will give out, and I’ll end up impaled on him. I’m not looking forward to that.
“You’re doing great,” Hawthorne says. I blink, trying to decide if it’s really
Hawthorne
being so kind and considerate. But then I realize he’s probably doing it because his cock is hard. “We’ll challenge you, but we won’t overwhelm you,” he says. I remember how much he seemed to want me to run away earlier. Maybe he’d never meant it.
Or maybe I’m right, that he’s just really horny and unfulfilled, and it’s easier to calm me down than to go out and pick up a new woman at this point.
I don’t have too much time to obsess over it because he’s leaning in, and when his lips gently touch mine, all rational thought flees my mind.
Hawthorne is a great kisser. This is nothing like before. He’s gentle and firm, possessive and demanding, but he’s also listening, his tongue stroking mine, enticing me, whipping me into desperation.
He’s pushing me, and my back is against Slade’s front. Slade’s shirt is soft, but underneath is a rock-hard chest. As he breathes slowly and deeply, I rise and fall on him.
What I don’t do is slide down. His cock has made some progress, the very tip nudged up tight against my pucker, but not even the full head is inside my ass. Even Hawthorne’s kiss can’t make me relax that much.
Slade grabs my hips, hard, preventing me from moving away. He doesn’t, however, urge me onto his shaft, and I wonder why that is. Heaven knows he’s breathing harder now, getting more excited. Something is about to happen, but I don’t have a clue what it is.
Hawthorne has propped himself against the sofa. His free hand roams down my body, grazing the swell of my breast, the flat of my stomach. He goes lower, and even though I know where he’s going and why, when his finger thrusts into my pussy, it still feels unexpected.
I gasp into his mouth, and I feel him smile briefly before resuming his kiss.
I could be kissed by this man all day. I really, really could, and as a bonus, it’d stop him from saying condescending things.
My thighs are straining, exhausted, and that’s not good. My hips are trying to thrust onto Hawthorne’s hand, to pull away from Slade’s cock. But I can’t do either because Slade’s grip is uncompromising.
The wetness of my pussy makes Hawthorne’s touch glide. I knew I was excited, but I think I’m dripping with anticipation and lust. My nipples tighten harder.
A large, warm hand presses on my stomach. I open my eyes—when did I even close them?—and see that Romeo is staring down at me. I wonder what I must look like, leaning up against one man, another man kissing me. Not to mention the fact that they’re all dressed and with only their cocks out, but I’m stripped naked, highlighting the imbalance of power.
If the expression on his face is anything to go by, it’s a good look.
Romeo’s fingers beeline to my clit, and I’m lost. I hadn’t thought I could orgasm, but if he continues it’s a possibility, maybe even an eventuality.
But then he stops. And Hawthorne stops his explorative kisses.
As both men straighten and step away, my need for them balloons into desperation.
“Let me in,” Slade murmurs into my ear. He nibbles my earlobe and presses his swollen cock head against my ass.
I try to relax, I really do, but I’m wound so tightly. I’ve had anal sex before, but usually there’s at least a bit of alcohol involved for both parties.
“This would be easier if I were drunk,” I say.
“If you were drunk, we wouldn’t touch you,” Hawthorne replies, his tone icy. His face has changed, too. The gentleness of before is… gone. To look at him now, it’s like I imagined it.
Except my lips are still buzzing from his kisses. Suddenly, I’m taken by the urge to know him better… to know them all better. They aren’t lots older than I am, but I’ve never met anyone like them.
Exhaling, I force myself to relax, and Slade presses. “Not enough,” he says.
“Then just take it,” Hawthorne snaps. “She doesn’t respond to coddling, obviously.”
I make a strangled noise, but part of me is relieved at the suggestion.
“Hawthorne’s probably right,” Romeo says. He leans on the sofa and I wonder what it’s made of that it doesn’t collapse under all this weight. My breath turns quick and shallow as I stare up into his dark brown eyes. He’s got the most masculine jaw and forehead I’ve ever seen. The rest of him, too. Put him in a football uniform complete with helmet and no one would blink. Only his features, which are perfectly symmetrical, ruin the effect. It makes me wonder how women usually respond to him, if they’re attracted to his strength or to his beauty.
He wraps his hand around my neck, and my heart rate quadruples. “Fuck her ass,” he says. “Or I’ll do it.”
Even though Romeo wasn’t talking to me, the thought that he would put his tree-sized cock anywhere near my butt makes me wiggle against Slade. Slade is larger than average, but taking him into my rear won’t split me in half.
Probably.
Slade takes up a short, jerky rhythm, each thrust pressing deeper. I close my eyes. All I can feel are the hands on me, holding my hips, squeezing my throat in a silent threat. Then I notice the rest… the pistoning cock, the squeaking of the titanium sofa, Romeo’s warm breath on my face, Slade beginning to pant underneath me.
He’s inside. I feel it… not pain exactly, but it’s not like touching a rainbow, either. A fullness, a stretching. And it makes my pussy feel very empty.
“That’s the head,” Slade says, shocking me. “Now I’m going to go all the way inside, get it over with.”
Before I can brace myself, he plunges forward. It burns. The room swims before me as tears flood my eyes. There is plenty of pain… but in a nice way.
Now
I feel full like never before.
For a moment he’s still, but I can feel in the slight trembling of his thick muscles behind me that he’s ready to ride me hard.
Romeo sits on the coffee table, scoots it closer to us until his knees are pressed into the black sofa. His enormous cock is sheathed in a condom the size of a tarp.
Slade pushes me forward, intensifying the burn of his cock in my ass, until I’m sitting upright on him like I’m riding a horse. Romeo grabs my thighs and pulls me toward him.
“This is probably going to hurt a little,” he warns in a deep grunt. He positions himself at my entrance, then slowly presses in.
My eyes roll back in my head. Every inch he takes is heaven. Then Slade pulls partially out of my ass, and Romeo claims all of my pussy with a deep thrust.
The clenching of my pussy is almost painful as I lose myself in his molten chocolate eyes.
“Not bad,” Romeo says. “I’d ask how you’re doing, but your pussy is sucking me nicely. Tells me everything I need to know.”
Hawthorne stands next to me, and he turns my head. His veiny cock drags across my lips, and I feel every bump of him. “Open,” he says, which I do immediately.
A strange rhythm starts. Hawthorne pushes deep, then retreats, leaving my lips wrapped around his bulbous head. Then I’m writhing on Romeo’s girth, my pussy stretched to the maximum around him. The whole time, my clit is rubbing against his body. He rocks his hips back, leaving only his swollen tip inside.
It’s strange to have two cocks just inside my mouth and my pussy. A bit of torture.
Next is Slade’s turn. He goes right where he wants to be, no hesitation. He bounces me on him, and I stay completely still despite the discomfort because I don’t want either of the other men to move away, to fall out.
The next round is faster. Hawthorne claiming my throat, then out. Romeo slamming himself hard on my pussy. Slade arching into my ass, which pushes me deeper on Romeo’s cock.
And then they’re all moving at once, a free-for-all. I dig my fingers into what’s closest, which happens to be Romeo’s biceps, which is quite possibly larger than my head, and Hawthorne’s steely thigh. My eyes flutter shut as I try to deal with the overwhelming sensations.
All three men press deep and hold themselves there, and it feels so good I’m worried I’m going to pass out. I’m shivering all over, but I can tell the men are also shaking with repressed lust.
I want to tell them they don’t have to restrain themselves, and when Hawthorne pulls back, I do.
Hawthorne’s laugh sends a shiver down my spine. Apparently, he disagrees. As if to prove his point, he violently takes my mouth, holding my head in both his hands and fucking me so vigorously that I have to dig my fingers into his thigh and Romeo’s shoulder just to brace myself.
There’s no more starting and stopping now. Slade and Romeo are matching Hawthorne’s enthusiasm. My pussy is dripping around Romeo’s girth. I’m stuffed full, being thoroughly used and fucked, front and back, top to bottom.
It is the best moment of my life. Which maybe isn’t saying much, but I think even if my life had been amazing, this would still set a new standard.
The men are getting louder with their grunts, too, and I’m so close to coming. I wish I could get off because I know it would be the best orgasm of my life, but it’s not going to happen.
Romeo grunts with every thrust, and he’s moving so fast that it’s turning into a continuous moan. I love how excited I can make this man, who could realistically have any woman he wanted.
And then he does something I’m not expecting. “Come for us,” he says.
For us
.
I can’t tell him that it’s impossible because my mouth is full of pistoning cock. I’m helpless, used, a toy for these gorgeous men.
“Come for us,” he says again, his voice a growl, and as he says it, he manages to work his enormous hand between our bodies to massage the skin just above my clit.
His touch brings me closer to heaven. My need is almost painful. I can’t tell if he thinks he’s in the right spot or if he’s trying to torment me or what.
“Now,” he says. And then he touches me, does it right, and I do. I come for him. For all of them.
I’ve had orgasms while my pussy was full before, but I’ve never had anything like this. My moan probably sounds like I’m in pain, but I’m not. My pussy squeezes Romeo, and my body tightens on Slade and Hawthorne, too. If they weren’t pinning me in place with their cocks, I’d be thrashing, writhing.
Thick, salty come washes into my throat. It’s burning hot. Hawthorne holds me deep during his release, and I just have to do without oxygen and take his dominance. I feel Slade shooting off in my ass, but even if I couldn’t, his throaty, growling moan is the unmistakable sound of a dominant male taking his pleasure.
Slowly, Hawthorne pulls out of my mouth, his cock twitching from sensitivity. He only exhales when he’s free of my lips, and he collapses against the sofa’s arm while he tries to catch his breath.
Romeo pushes me back against Slade, who is still buried in my ass. I imagine his cock must be softening, but I’ll be damned if I can feel it.
Romeo doesn’t stop pushing until Slade slides down, taking me with him. We’re closer to horizontal than vertical, and Romeo is standing, looming over me. He strips off his jacket and tosses it to the side, and I’m pleased to see that all the excitement and exertion made him sweat enough to soak parts of his shirt.
I love the smell of him. Any one of these men is more masculine and has more testosterone than any ten normal men. I want to bury my face in their clothes. I want to live the rest of my life naked in their beds. And not just because I’m tired of running and I’m afraid of what tomorrow might bring.
He unfastens his pants and lets them fall to his knees, revealing the thickest legs I’ve ever seen on a man in real life. His red silk boxers drop, and I can’t help but stare. He’s pure male power… and he’s lowering himself over me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, ready to accommodate his huge cock. I stare down as he begins feeding his length between my folds. There’s just… so much of him, and it’s hard to believe he’s going to fit.
I’d like to touch him, but Slade has my arms pinned, leaving me helpless between the alpha males. When Romeo starts fucking me, I make so much noise that he clamps a hand over my mouth.
Hawthorne rolls over and slides his hand onto the soft mound just above my clit. “Wanna come?” he asks me. Now that he’s had his pleasure, that entitled arrogance is back on full display.
I can’t spit out a retort because Romeo’s hand is still firm over my mouth, so I settle for glaring hatefully at Hawthorne. It only lasts a moment. My tormenter knows what I need, and he gives it to me. He’s adept with his fingers, and soon my muscles are tense, and I know I’m about to come only seconds before it hits me. Before I can recover, he wrings out another, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my exhausted, convulsing body. Maybe the secret is lots of foreplay, or maybe it’s having my pussy stretched full, or maybe it’s just the right touch on my clit. All I know is it works. Hawthorne doesn’t stop until Romeo’s grunts turn into shouts of wordless pleasure. Honestly, I’ve never had someone enjoy fucking me so much as Romeo is right now. Obviously it’s just how he works and has nothing to do with me, but it still feels like a personal triumph.