What the fuck, Morgan?
They weren’t just taking turns on me now, they were using me together. Spitroasting me between them. Fucking me from both sides in a slow, steady rhythm… while communicating that rhythm to each other over the broad expanse of my naked back.
“That’s it,” said Shane encouragingly. I could’ve sworn I felt his hand pressing gently on the back of my head. “Go all the way down on him.”
I did what he wanted. After all, it was what I wanted too. And I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any complaints on Boone’s end either.
Boone’s end.
Holy shit. I was fucking two guys at once. Two guys, and a third one beside me, running his hands sexily over my body.
Jeremy…
I could feel my third lover’s palms cupping my ass. They smoothed over the small of my back. Slid up over my shoulders, to brush my hair back over my ears while I went down on Boone.
It felt so wicked, being shared this intimately. So indescribably dirty, to have my body pumped hotly from both ends. It was a lot more work than I imagined it might be, too. Having to focus on keeping Boone and Shane inside of me. Satisfying them both. Locking my lips around the thick, hard shaft moving so deftly in and out of my mouth, while forcibly moaning around it from all the filthy, delicious pleasure.
“MmmmMMMPH!”
Shane slapped my ass firmly and I jumped. Jeremy took his place. His cock filled me so wonderfully, that after a dozen or so strokes I took Boone temporarily from my mouth to tell him. When I turned back around again, Shane was there.
“Feel good honey?”
He held my head up and I smiled. Before I could say anything he entered my mouth, and I was pinned once more.
I reached out with my free hand, not wanting to neglect Boone. I alternated between blowing the both of them, keeping them hard and wet and ready. In time they rolled me over and spread me wide, only to come crashing into my body again and again. My mind spun away as I was taken and plundered. Penetrated to within an inch of bursting, while being kissed and nibbled, sucked and loved.
I was overcome with lust. Totally consumed with the idea of giving myself over. Through it all the guys kept urging each other on, telling each other what to do next, what position to take me in, and how best to make me come.
The chemistry between us was explosive. Somehow, having a trio of lovers attending to me didn’t just multiply the experience by three. It was more like a factor of ten. Or twenty. Or oblivion.
FUUUUUCK…
I couldn’t stop kissing them. I couldn’t stop fucking them either. Every time they rolled me over I was even more hungry to get one of them back inside me. My pussy and my mouth were always occupied, at least one or the other and sometimes both. And through it all; the hands, the fingers… the feel of them touching me. It was tactile and beautiful and totally, totally surreal.
Shane came first, pulling out of me at the last second and exploding all over my chest. It was so sexy, watching his face. Seeing his lips curl back in a primal snarl as he drizzled a warm shower of seed all over my breasts and stomach. There was a lot of it, too. Big, powerful jets of come that made a giant mess of my body, but in only the most glorious way.
I egged him on with my eyes, maintaining his gaze with my head to one side while whimpering around Jeremy’s cock. He unloaded next — a surprise orgasm, straight down my throat. It was tough to say but it seemed he came even more than Shane did, filling my mouth to where I had to swallow twice to get it all down.
Jesus Morgan… you’re insatiable.
I couldn’t tell if the
voice in my head was chastising me or stating its admiration. I’d drained two men in less than a minute, and a third one still had yet to go.
Suddenly I felt my legs being lifted and placed high over Boone’s broad shoulders. He drove into me deep, staring straight into my eyes as he pistoned hard in and out of me.
“Go on…”
I was mouthing the words at first, without sound. Somewhere inside I found my voice, and it was desperate. Urgent.
“Come inside me. Please…”
Boone’s thrusts picked up, and his body went rigid. I locked my hands tightly on his big arms, and my fingers barely made it around half of his biceps.
“Fuck me, Boone. Fill me!” The voice wasn’t even my own anymore. It was huskier. Throatier. Much more daring. “Dump it in me…”
The muscles beneath my hands shifted. I saw his jaw go tight. His eyes flared, and a drop of sweat dripped off the tip of his nose… to splash hotly in the hollow of my throat.