Snowed In

It felt so good I dropped everything else. My arms fell to my sides, my hands turning to claws as my fingernails dug into the fabric of the sleeping bags.

“FUCK!!!”

I was shouting so loud my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was closing. In the meantime my body felt like it was surging, like everything inside it was welling up from a singular source, located somewhere deep between my belly button and my pussy.

“Oh… OH GOD… Oh FUCKKKKK!”

I bucked hard, and my ass left the ground. Boone held me fast as I thrust myself into his face, plunging his fingers in deep and keeping them stationary while I ground down against his hand.

“AAAAHHHHHHH….”

His mouth was still clamped over my pussy, and I exploded right into it. I could feel the rush of heat and liquid leaving my body as I gushed and squirted — for only the second time in my entire life — as the intensity of an earth-shattering orgasm utterly consumed me.

“Jesus… look at her.”

I came down slowly, to find Shane and Jeremy holding me from either side. Gradually they relaxed their grip. My body quivered all over. I was so spent, so sensitive.

And so ecstatically, gratefully sated.

I could see my own shit-eating grin reflected in Shane and Jeremy’s eyes. Boone sat up to admire his handiwork, his face still glazed from nose to chin in what had to be the most powerful climax of my whole life.

“Guys?” I whimpered softly, totally out of breath. The three of them looked back at me expectantly.

“One of you needs to fuck me.”

Thirty-Seven

MORGAN

I felt myself being rolled over. Two strong hands went to my hips, and another pair propped up a sleeping bag beneath my belly.

Oh wow…

I was face down, ass up. Staring into the fire, while one of my lovers prepared to mount me from behind.

“Easy…”

It was Shane. His voice was rich and deep, his grip firm as he positioned me flush against his body. I clenched the fabric in front of me, all hot from the fire. Rolled my fingers into it, bracing myself for the sweet feel of penetration.

He slid all the way into me on a single stroke.

My God…

I was drenched. So wet that I could immediately hear the slippery, sloppy sounds of our sex. Shane screwed me with a push-pull motion that ended every thrust with a hard, beautiful grind. I closed my eyes and went with it, not knowing where the others were for the moment. Not caring about anything other than the pleasure of being packed so full of his long, hard cock.

A pair of lips closed over mine. My eyelids fluttered open and found myself being kissed by Boone.

“You okay with all this?” he smiled impishly.

I could taste myself on his lips. Salty. Sweet. Musky. Still bouncing gently off the end of Shane’s cock, I nodded up at him. “Are you?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” he said. He kissed me again. “Actually, it’s kinda hot.”

A particularly hard thrust had me gasping for breath. My vision blurred a little as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Hell yeah it is.”

Boone withdrew somewhat to kneel before me, and the next thing I knew his manhood was pressed against my lips. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I opened eagerly, swallowing as deep as I could until he tickled the back of my throat.