Quadruple Duty

No less made for us to share…

Twenty-Four

SAMMARA

It wasn’t at all like I thought it would be, like I’d imagined it a thousand times in my head.

It was better.

The feeling of fullness, of being stretched and penetrated by two men instead of one… it was something I was mentally unprepared for. Even as physically, my body responded in all the most beautiful ways.

This is what you wanted…

The voice rattling around my head was correct — it was what I wanted. More so than I even knew. I’d always assumed being with two guys at once would be all about my physical connection with each of them, simultaneously. But I’d completely underestimated the emotional connection all three of us would have, when we were finally connected on the ultimate of levels.

Dakota’s cock had been thick and beautiful. It filled me from within… stretching me to stunning new limits. He’d opened me up beneath the incredible force of his weight and power, driving so achingly deep into my body I felt like I would explode from the delirium of my own gratification.

Then he’d left… and Kyle had taken his place inside me.

That part was surreal; being spun around on the bed, traded off on like some prized possession. My pussy was hotter than it had ever been, so dripping wet now I could feel myself running down the insides of my own thighs. But I was theirs. Theirs to take, to share. Theirs to own, every part of my body.

And everything I had, I wanted them to take part of… together.

Slowly I rocked back and forth between them, relishing in the scrumptiously dirty, wanton feeling of my body being used at both ends. Kyle felt so good behind me that I wanted to scream. Only I couldn’t scream, because I had to constantly focus on keeping my mouth wrapped around Dakota’s considerable girth.

Damn, this is work!

It was, really. That part surprised me. I’d always assumed I could lay back and just let my two lovers take over, doing whatever they wanted. And in a sense, I supposed I could. Only I wanted to make it really special for them. To give it back just as good as I was getting it… and then some.

Pulling Dakota from my lips I glanced up at him bravely. His eyes were glazed, and swimming with lust. He was watching me blow him, but he was spending an equal amount of time watching his friend pound me from behind. It was visual for him, I could tell. In sharing Kyle’s ex girlfriend Erika, he’d learned what he liked. What he loved. What got him off…

I started really slutting it up for him, in a bid to win back his attention. Making my tongue flat and wet, I ran it up and down the length of his shaft a few times. I did this over and over again until he reached for me, burying one giant hand in my hair.

He guided me to his balls. Then back up to the spot just beneath the glans. I teased him there using the tip of my tongue. Gripping the base while circling the underside of the head, until I had him rocked back in ecstasy on the balls of his feet.

“I need to fuck her again,” he growled, curling his hand into a fist. I felt the sting of my hair being pulled. The flash of pain was delicious.

Kyle slapped my ass, hard, and I jumped as he pulled out. Then Dakota was on me again, repositioning me with titanic, effortless strength. I relaxed and gave myself over, my body moving obediently, ready to conform to anything he wanted.

This time he forced me back on the bed, throwing one leg over his shoulder so he could scissor me deep. Crossing one big thigh over mine, it felt like he was literally impaling me rather than fucking me.

“Oh… Oh shit…”

I reached for Kyle. He was above me now, cradling my head in his lap. He swept back my hair from one cheek sweetly, then leaned down to kiss me.

“I… I want…”

I couldn’t get the words out. I was being screwed literally half to death.

“I want you both…”

Kyle kissed my face, my lips, my tongue. He drank me with his mouth, until we were moaning the same moans, breathing the same breath.

“You’re gonna have us,” he assured me. “Over and over. Whenever you want us. However you want us…”

I gasped sharply on a particularly deep thrust. With one hand I was caressing Kyle’s face. The other I had splayed out over Dakota’s chest, to keep him from destroying me. Whenever his thrusts got too deep, I dug the tips of my nails into his skin.

To my surprise he seemed to like it.