Bad Romance

“Fuck yeah.” He grips my hips with both hands and starts to pump from below, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. I push down on his chest, holding myself up so I can look at his face, and the faces of the other men around me.

Mark rubs his dick through his shorts. John doesn’t touch himself, but he’s fully erect and clearly enjoying the show. I can't believe Dax is just standing there, watching his best friend’s daughter ride a fat cock. He must be getting something out of it, though, judging by the huge bulge he's sporting inside his swim trunks. As soon as I notice it, I can't stop thinking about what it must look like, how thick it is, how it would feel to let him fuck me with it, like Eric is doing right now.

The thought makes my clit tingle and pussy clench and release. Eric moans.

“Goddamn,” John whispers.

Dax looks at him. "What are you waiting for, man? She's got two more holes."

John takes a deep breath, then rakes a hand through his hair. "I dunno…Are you sure? I mean, she’s practically your niece."

The man I used to call my uncle before I knew better sneers at me. "Absolutely."

Suddenly, I get it what this is all about. Dax thinks he's teaching me a lesson by punishing me for wearing my bikini when he told me not to. Well, in that case, he's shit out of luck, because being fucked by a group of hot older men is my all-time favorite fantasy.

If this is my punishment, then I'll happily wear my new bikini to every pool party for the rest of the summer.

"It's okay, John." I lick my lips. "I want you to."

He twists a lock of my hair around his finger, his gaze ravenous. "I guess it has been a while since I've had my dick sucked. Would you do that for me, Candace?"

I answer him by teasing his shorts down. His cock jumps out, bobbing in front of my face. He moves closer so I don't have to adjust mine and Eric's position. I take the head of his cock into my mouth.

Eric moans at the same time John does, his hands tight on my hips so he can drill me harder. I tease the underside of John's cock with my tongue and then take him fully, bottoming out with my chin pressed against his balls. His cock is shorter than Eric's, but thick. The perfect size and shape for my big, bratty mouth.

Mark's dick pokes my ass cheek as he reaches around to tease my nipples. My pussy clenches, holding tight to Eric's cock as I ride him.

There’s so much sensation to take in from every angle. I don’t know what to focus on. John's hand fists in my hair as he fucks my face, his hips thrusting in time with his grunts. I can tell he's close to coming, though I've only been sucking him off for a few minutes. Poor guy. I bet his wife hasn't done this since before his kids were born.

Two hands spread my ass cheeks. Something teases my back opening, making me flinch. I stop sucking John's dick and glance over my shoulder. Mark’s grin is devilish. Resting one knee on the chaise, he grips his shaft and wedges the head of his cock between my cheeks.

"Wait,” I say, tensing with fear and arousal. “I've never...I'm not sure if I can..."

"You can take it, sweetheart,” Dax says.

As much as I’d like to, I’m really not sure if I can.

Mark spits into his hand and lubes up his cock. "Just relax, babe."

Relax?! How the fuck am I supposed to relax when he’s trying to put his fat cock in my butthole? John cups my chin and draws my gaze forward. He strokes my cheek.

"Just concentrate on what’s in front of you, Candace."

He presses his dick to my lips as he speaks to me, telling me I'm sexy and beautiful, that my mouth is a gift from heaven. I close my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing and the taste of John’s precum. Eric holds my hips steady as Mark's cock breaches my asshole.

My anus burns as he slowly works his way inside. I cry out around the dick in my mouth.

After a few long seconds, the burning subsides, and I can exhale.

Seated as far as he can go, Mark begins to move, pulling back as Eric pushes up from underneath.

I've never felt so stuffed. So receptive. So full to bursting. I let John use my mouth, too overwhelmed to do anything besides kneel there and take it in all my holes, from every direction.

“Fuck, man,” says Eric. “I can feel you in there. It’s fucking unreal.”

Mark picks up the pace, prompting Eric to do the same. Of all the moments for them to decide to get competitive. I moan and gag, my body humming with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. What I can only describe as my inner thermometer reaches a fever pitch, and I find myself tensing, trembling, struggling to keep still.

I come. Hard. Harder than I knew I was capable of coming