Mark and Eric stop tickling me so they can hold me still. I bite my lip as a gush of pleasure makes my legs twitch. They pinch and strum my nipples.
"Dax,” I whine pathetically. “Dax, please..."
Dax just stares at me with a look of smug satisfaction. John comes to stand beside him, his gaze wary, but riveted.
I look up into the faces of the men surrounding me, men I've known since I was a little girl. I've slept over their houses, attended school with their kids. John's daughter used to babysit me when my parents went on trips. I can’t believe they would do this to me.
“You want to dress like a whore?” Dax says. “Don't be surprised when you get treated like one."
Mark licks my nipple, and I can't help the whimper that escapes my throat. Little sparks of pleasure ignite where the guys’ fingers and tongues touch me, echoing behind my clit. This shouldn't feel good, this overwhelming attention, but it does.
It feels wonderful.
Eric gropes my ass, his dick hard and pushing at my hip from the right, as Mark’s cock prods me from the left. I can't move an inch with
out meeting their erections.
“Let’s talk about this first,” I whisper. Not because I necessarily want to, but because I feel like I should.
Eric cups the front of my panties. “You sure that’s what you want to do?”
I moan as a dull ache of pleasure throbs between my legs.
No. I’m not sure.
“You want to fuck her?” Dax asks.
My eyes go wide.
“I mean...” Eric grins. “I wouldn’t say no.”
Dax nods toward the pool steps. “Bring her up here.”
Mark and Eric hustle me through the water to the steps on the far side of the pool. Dax tosses the pillows off of a plush chaise lounge chair.
“Lay back so she can ride you,” Dax instructs.
Eric slips his swim shorts off and lays down on the chaise.
“Dax?” My voice shakes.
He ignores me. “Put her on Eric’s lap.”
Mark urges me forward, moving me like a mannequin, lifting me up and positioning me so that I’m straddling Eric’s hips. His cock jumps, tapping my swimsuit bottoms and making me gasp.
“Help her out of those bikini bottoms, too.”
Eric pulls the string on the left at the same time Mark loosens the right. The slip of fabric falls away, baring my hairless pussy for their perusal.
"Damn. She's smooth." Eric draws his thumb along my slit, wetting my pussy lips with my own juices. I whimper. It feels so good to be touched down there. His thumb finds my clit and I can’t help the moan that pours from my lips as he strokes me. He slides a finger into my pussy and hums. “See at all that cream?”
“Looks like she’s more than ready,” Mark says.
“That true?” Eric’s smiles at me. “You ready for me, Candace?”
I’m so horny, I can’t help myself. I nod.
Eric guides his cock to my opening, then urges me down. I cry out as my pussy slides onto him, my muscles stretching to make him fit.