Quadruple Duty

And I realized the same thing as before: I could never go back. Not ever.

Not after this.

I went limp after my third orgasm, allowing them to fold and position and use me any way they desired. It was even hotter that way. With the last of their inhibitions and restrictions gone, Kyle and Dakota took what they wanted from my body. They even filled me on my back, double-penetrating me from beneath. Kyle was on top, breathing my breath, seizing my eyes with his own as he flooded my pussy. And Dakota…

Dakota filled me simultaneously from behind, his cock buried deep in my ass as I moaned and groaned and held onto Kyle’s shoulders for dear life.

We were still sprawled out naked, basking in the afterglow, soaking up the nearness of just being together again, when the others returned. They came home well past midnight. After we’d fed and hydrated. After we’d laughed and joked and watched TV… before falling back into screwing again.

“I should’ve known,” Ryan joked with mock bitterness, “that you guys would start the welcome home party without us!”

I was absolutely exhausted. Drenched with sweat. Overly giddy and almost totally sated.

I smiled and spread myself open anyway.

“I love this girl,” Jason laughed, pulling his boots off. “Did I tell you guys I love this girl?”

“We kinda figured,” said Dakota. “But hey, don’t let us stop you.”

Crooking a finger, I beckoned them over. Ryan took me on the couch, missionary, while the others held my legs pinned back for him. It was totally raw. Down and dirty. By far the most natural, yet animalistic sex act of my life. I grunted into his face while Ryan slammed into me, fucking me like the savage I knew from experience he was. I kept urging him on, too. Talking filthy to help bring him off. Jamming my fingers into his mouth while telling him all the different ways I wanted him to use every part of my body.

He finished hard, his body surging emotionally as well as physically, emptying everything into me at once.

“UNGHHH!”

I could feel his love. His lust. His passion and frustration and hope and joy… all of it, every last pent up emotional and physical need. He left all of it between my legs, splashing out around his thrusting, churning cock. It was cathartic. Therapeutic. It zeroed him out. Reset him as a human being.

“Turn her over.”

No sooner had he left me than Jason took his place; my fourth lover of the night, my fourth in just a few hours really. He pushed me forward, onto my belly, and began plugging away at me. Screwing himself into me with some wild, desperate need, while the others sat there watching… staring… waiting their next turn.

Holy shit…

The little voice in my head couldn’t hide its alarm.

You might just be in over your head!

I didn’t care. I was hungry for it — all of it — all of them at once. When it came to them physically, I was ravenous. I craved the strength and power of their sculpted bodies, the sheer strength behind their grasps, their thrusts, the movement of every beautiful muscle.

They didn’t just fuck me. They owned me.

And I didn’t care.

“How do you feel?” Jason asked, still pistoning away.

“My heart’s racing…”

“Do you like it?” he growled. “Being ours? Being taken this way?”

I whimpered. His hands felt so good on my hips, I was about to actually come again.

“Do you—”

“I LOVE IT.”

He pushed harder, drove deeper. Made me squeal and scream and cry out loud.

“Oh, GOD I fucking LOVE IT!”