ushion in a show of restraint.
“Now Tim,” I say, realizing that this may be a much harder feat that I thought it was going to be. Three more? It seems impossible.
But Tim is slightly different than Tom. He's angled the other way and fits inside me with just a little twist. I feel like I'm being explored like a secret cave, mapped out like new terrain. Tim rolls his hips in circles, diving in enthusiastically to the lush pools made by his brothers’ cum. It's sloppy and surreal, but somehow perfect. Luxurious and extravagant.
“Hang in there, princess,” Stan tells me.
His fingers drift across my belly and tickle my hips. I feel his fingertips sliding across my pubic hair and burying themselves in my sopping wet lips as Tim continues to pound against me. He pinches my clit lightly, sending sparks through the middle of me. Playing me like a violin, he vibrates my pearl while Tim plows me, bringing me to a screeching orgasm at the same time as his brother.
I barely have time to catch my breath before Hank appears over me, stroking my hair.
“You with us, Vanessa? You doing okay?”
“I love it,” I nod. “It's amazing!”
He smiles. “I'm glad to hear it. Would you mind rolling over for me?”
I try wiggling, but my hips feel weird, stretched out.
“Nevermind, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Let me do that for you.”
I feel his arm slip beneath me as he pulls me toward the edge of the couch and then deftly flips me over. I land on my belly with my legs spread and he positions himself right behind me. His hips slide over my ass, which is wet and sticky. I feel his dick between my ass cheeks, sliding up and down.
“Wait, no… I don't want to, um,” I object, trying to wiggle away. He's far too close to my asshole, and I'm not sure if I want to do that.
“You’ll give me your ass eventually,” he whispers in my ear from behind, making me shudder. It's half threat, half promise. “But not today. We’ll all get your ass. We want all of you, understand?”
I nod silently. I can already feel his dick moving into my pussy, his hand reaching around the front.
“Oh, yeah… you feel that? All of that?”
“Yeah, I feel it!” I nod, my voice thick. From this angle, there's so much more. His fingers pinch and massage my clit while his cock plunges the depths of me. The sensation is so intense, feel like I'm going to come again.
“That's right... that's it,” Hank growls, going faster and faster.
His hands on my shoulders keep me from being pushed too far away, counterbalancing his cock as he spears me all the way up to the hilt. When he comes, he yelps loudly, jamming me forcefully down onto his cock and pulling me backwards. I shudder and groan, trying to stay with him, trying to take all of it.
“God, you're magnificent,” Stan smiles at me.
He puts his arms around me and picks me up off of Hank’s wilting cock. Like I'm just a ragdoll, he picks me up and sits me on his lap, facing him, swiveling my hips in his hands to screw me onto his enormous, Coke can thick dick.
“Now you're ready for me,” he smiles. “Now you can take this big, daddy dick.”
I can't even speak. I realize he's totally right, I had to work up to this. Stan is the biggest, thickest cock of all of them. I never could have taken him first. But now, I need all of that. Every thick inch, stuffing me full, almost splitting me open.
He works my hips with his hands, lifting me up and down, moving me all around the way he likes it. I just hold onto his shoulders as he does what he wants with me, completely submitting to his superior strength and desire.
And I didn't know I could, but somehow I come again when he does. It's blinding, like a fireworks display. White lightning shoots in front of my vision. For a second I'm blind and transported to another place.
We all end up in a pile on the sofa again, legs wrapped over each other, arms everywhere. I feel drunk and woozy, but not drunk on wine. Drunk on cum, maybe. Drunk on these men. My fairytale men. My wolfpack, my five beautiful farmers.
Chapter 13
Vanessa
Boy, am I sore. It takes me a long time to get out of bed. My thigh bones don't quite feel like they fit into my hip sockets. My nipples spark like they've been sandpapered and my lips are bruised from kissing.
Which is all completely awesome.