Quadruple Duty

My body rocked forward. Thrust back. The rhythm came on naturally; a series of incredible, sensual back-and-forth movements that were just a little bit different than I had with Kyle and Dakota.

“Briggs take good care of this thing while I was gone?”

Our eyes met and I smiled mischievously. “Oh yeah.”

Four days. It had only been four days since Ryan came home, and already the three of us moved like a well-oiled machine. In that time they’d taken me so often I was almost constantly filled with come. Bedroom, living room, hallway… even the kitchen. It didn’t matter. My two boyfriends were continually horny and I was eternally wet. And truth be told?

I probably jumped them as many times as they jumped me.

Right now my brain was being taken over by the rising pleasure of a fast-approaching climax. The last one had been practically an out-of-body experience to the point where I wondered if I could handle it. Or if, at some point, I’d actually black out.

But first…

I stopped blowing Briggs, just long enough to reach up and pull his head to mine.

“You know that thing…” I breathed huskily into his ear. “That thing you wanted to do to me?”

His eyes searched his memory, but only for a moment. He nodded.

“I want it.”

He looked at Ryan, who’d apparently heard. The two of them grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They rolled me again, manipulating my body with such strength and power it sent a flash of heat through my loins. A minute later I was mounting Ryan. Straddling him with my hands on his chest, screwing down on him to get him as deep as he could go.

In the meantime, Jason had gone behind me. His arms slid around me, cupping my breasts, sliding over my nipples, which were hard and sensitive. He was kissing my shoulder… my neck…

Double-penetration.

It had been Jason’s idea. After having me to himself for weeks, he’d taken to the act of sharing me like a Navy Seal took to water.

“Lean forward,” he whispered, burying his face in my hair. I did, pressing my body against Ryan’s. “And remember… you have to relax.”

Relax! That was a laugh. Especially considering where I was going to be double-penetrated.

“Go slow,” I ordered sternly. “Super slow.”

I sighed as I felt it; the head of his cock, gliding slowly up and down along my asscrack. Luckily everything down there was already slick and wet.

“Easy…”

Ryan held me steady, his cock buried like a spike in my pussy. From behind, I felt pressure. Pressure… then discomfort, bordering on pain.

“You have to relax,” Jason said again. “I’m going to go ridiculously slow, trust me. But you have to let it in.”

Let it in. Yeah, like it was that easy! Jason’s thick cock. In my ass. With Ryan already buried inside me…

The idea was so wild, so reckless and slutty and amazing I’d been thinking about it non-stop since it was first brought up. And now here I was. Trying to relax… as the head of my boyfriend’s cock snapped inside. Groaning out loud as he pushed it centimeter by beautiful centimeter up my ass, where I could feel it gliding along the other erection nestled snugly in my pussy.

Ohhhh… ohhhh… this was a good fucking idea!

It felt even better than I imagined it would! So incredibly, unspeakably hot…

“OH MY GOD…”

Jason sank in all the way, moving with confidence and precision and control. A moment later he was pressing his body to mine, completing our junction.