Her Best Men

My toes curled, and the room began to spin. Dylan and Caleb took turns in my mouth as my pussy began to throb. Andrew pounded up into my body as Wyatt slowly slid in and out of my ass. My vision went blurry as I came around Andrew’s cock.

“Yes. Yes. Holy shit. Andrew. Wyatt. You guys—I—oh—fuck.”

I felt myself collapse into Andrew as Wyatt pulled out of my ass. I felt my body being maneuvered as I shook with the pleasure of my orgasm. Caleb laid down on the ground and Andrew situated himself behind me, sliding into my ass before he lowered me down onto Caleb.

Andrew held my back close to his chiseled chest as I rode Caleb’s cock as fast as I could.

“Oh, this pussy of yours is fantastic. So good, Katie.”

“Sweet hell, your ass is tight, pretty lady. Oh my—fuck!”

I felt Andrew twitch in my asshole, filling my body with cum as I rolled down onto Caleb’s cock. I could feel his hips stuttering as I reached toward my second precipice. I was speechless with fire coursing through my veins. I threw my hands back into Andrew’s hair, pulling his lips into the crook of my neck as Caleb slammed into me.

I came around his cock, heaving for air as my body jolted with my second orgasm.

Caleb and Andrew withdrew from me as a pair of lips came down onto my shoulder. Luscious and soft, with a hint of a grin. I smiled and sighed with delight as I leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dylan’s cheek.

“I love you,” I said breathlessly.

Then, a pair of rough lips began nibbling at my breasts. A cock was teasing my slit as my juices dripped onto the tip. I leaned my head forward, and the moment he sighed I knew who it was.

Wyatt.

“Hang on, doll. We’re just gettin’ started,” Dylan said.

The two of them slid into my body together as Caleb and Andrew watched from the couch. I was putty in their hands as the two of them filled me to the brim. Cum was dripping down my legs as they slammed into me, my lips capturing theirs before they nibbled love marks into my skin.

Dylan’s cock filled my ass over and over while Wyatt pounded into my pussy. They captured me between their bodies, chasing their pleasure as sweat dripped down my face. I bucked backward and pushed forward, feeling my swollen clit grazing against Wyatt’s tight curls as Dylan’s hands groped my breasts.

I wrapped each of my arms around their necks, pulling them closer to me as I approached yet another end with the men I loved so dearly.

“Shit, doll. I love your ass,” Dylan said.

“Your pussy’s dripping. Can you feel it?” Wyatt asked.

I was speechless with grandiose ecstasy. The carpet was digging into my knees, etching the evidence of my love for them into my skin. I fisted handfuls of their hair as they pounded harder into my body, their lips panting into the crooks of my neck. I had them. Right where I wanted them. All of them and all of me intertwined and brought together by a force nothing could have washed away.

“It’s happening. I’m—I’m com—it’s—I—”

“Let it go, doll,” Dylan said. “Let it wash over you again.”

My lips flew open and a groan emanated from my throat. My toes curled so hard they cramped and my back bowed so deep I thought it would snap. Wyatt pulled me against him, my pussy throbbing around his cock as Dylan reached down for my hips. I could feel Wyatt’s dick pulsing inside of me, filling me to the brim before his threads of cum began spilling from between my legs. Dylan slammed into my ass, jiggling my cheeks for his viewing pleasure as I leaned heavily against Wyatt. I could feel my ass clenching around him, begging him to mark me as his own. Just like his brothers had done.

Wyatt ran his fingers through my hair as Dylan grunted and groaned. He stilled against me, his soaking wet chest pressing deep into my back. He was heaving for air as his face buried into me, his lips pressing kiss after kiss on my skin.

Cum was running down the insides of my legs as I slumped heavily onto the floor.

“I gotcha,” Dylan said. “I gotcha. Come here. Guys? A little help?”

I felt myself being lifted as my body hovered in midair. I trembled with exhaustion as a sloppy grin slid across my cheeks. My back descended onto something cool and soft, then a blanket fluttered down around my body. My eyes opened long enough to see Wyatt kneeling in front of me, then my head and legs were lifted as the rest of the brothers sat on the couch.

“You okay?” Wyatt asked as he brushed a strand of hair from my face.

“You know, I used to masturbate to that,” I said breathlessly.

I watched Wyatt’s face fall as everyone began to laugh.

“Always knew you were a naughty little minx,” Dylan said.