Suddenly he rolled onto his back, pulling me upright, keeping himself inside me throughout. The movement was quick and impressive. It ended with me straddling him. Riding him. Taking him up and down at my own pace.
Dakota smiled and interlocked his hands with mine. “Come for me,” he demanded. Then, with a more innocent grin, “I want to see your face when you do.”
I nodded. Coming was something I definitely knew how to do. And I’d been close. Oh s
o close, for so very long.
Four boyfriends…
My mind couldn’t wrap itself around the number. I was barely handling two.
Four men, taking you like this. Alone. Together…
I screwed my eyes shut to focus on the incoming tsunami of pleasure. I could feel it surging in waves. Just behind the growing heat in my belly.
All of them… at the same time.
God, I couldn’t even imagine it! All four of them? What would I—
“UNNNGNGGHHH!!!”
Sweat dripped down my body as I came all over Dakota’s cock in a shuddering, violent climax. Somewhere during my orgasm his hands found my breasts. He squeezed them hard, with just the right amount of pressure, even as Kyle stood to hold me tightly against his body.
“Oh my GODDDDDDD!”
I began cursing, screaming. Screaming and letting everything go, all at once. It was a week’s worth of pent up frustrations, minus of course the fun I’d had with Kyle. But it was so good. So life-changingly awesome I almost forgot where I was.
When it was over I came down slowly, and realized I was on my back again. Dakota had my legs spread so wide I doubted they’d ever go back to normal. Kyle’s cock was a warm tube, lying across my face.
“Where?”
I couldn’t tell who’d asked the question. Not that it mattered.
“Anywhere,” I gasped, looking up at them dreamily. It felt like I was floating in and out of consciousness. “Anywhere you want…”
Suddenly Dakota pulled out, leaving me feeling swollen and empty. He stroked his cock another half dozen times, then threw back his head and groaned…
I let out a contented sigh as I felt it: the heated splash of hot come across my skin. Dakota’s face twisted with rapture as he finished all over me, covering my tits, my belly, even my neck and chin with rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed.
I could hear them breathing, hot, fast and heavy. When I looked up I saw two gorgeous men, hovering over me. Two big cocks. Two strong hands, moving, stroking…
I felt powerful. Like a queen. Like a goddess.
“Open your mouth, baby…”
I did it obediently, eagerly, wanting to please.
“That’s it. Put your tongue out.”
A moment later I felt Kyle pressing against my lips, spilling his seed down the back of my throat. I let most of it dribble down my chin, my cheeks, anywhere and everywhere, without regard for how I looked. I felt slutty. Dirty. Totally used, but also well-taken care of.
Jesus Christ, Sammara!
When I glanced up again Kyle was staring down at me, working it in, rubbing his come all over me with the head of his cock. I was still covered in Dakota’s thick load. Writhing around on the bed with some shit-eating grin, like I was hungry for more… which of course I was.
They collapsed on either side of me; sweating like porn stars beneath the hot lights of some movie set. Only this wasn’t a movie set. This was my bedroom, and these were my boyfriends, and this was just the beginning of what — so to speak — was to come. Because yes, this long time fantasy — one I was thrilled to have finally fulfilled — would soon be just another night in my sex life. Just another night of getting spitroasted and tag teamed and traded from bedroom to bedroom… and that’s not even considering the other two guys I was dating as well.
I lay there heaving, sweating, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what I’d done to deserve all this when Kyle propped himself up on one elbow and grinned.