Waylon pressed her back down so she was chest to chest with Brody. Brody grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her. She could feel Waylon’s fingers press through the tight rings of her ass. It burned as she moaned into Brody’s mouth and tensed from the odd invasion.
“Keep moving. Just relax your muscles. You’re so tight, baby. You’re sucking my fingers in deeper. Your body knows. You want it.” He began to move his fingers in and out of her ass again, and she knew he was getting her ready for his cock. He was a big man they all were in that department. She tensed a moment until Brody thrust upward.
Amelia felt this deep pull inside of her pussy and core. It was like some sort of imaginary string. With every stroke of Waylon’s fingers, she opened her thighs wider and began to move on Waylon. Brody caressed her ass cheek with his free hand.
“That’s it, baby. Ride him.”
“Oh God, Waylon, do something. I need more.” She raised her voice and Waylon pulled his fingers from her ass. Her body erupted and she moaned then thrust up and down on Brody’s cock.
“Here I come,” Waylon said. She felt the tip of his cock at her back opening. She tensed a moment. Fear gripped her insides. He was a big man. Fingers were one thing, but Waylon’s thick, hard cock was another.
Brody grabbed her face between the palms of his hands.
“Look at me. Look at me and feel the love between us. We’d never hurt you. This is all we’ve ever dreamed about.”
She lowered slightly, adjusted her pussy, and felt Waylon push into her anus.
“Oh God, Waylon. Oh my God.” She raised her voice and he pushed all the way inside of her. She gasped for air. Brody cupped her breasts and pulled so hard on her nipples that she gasped and momentarily forgot about the burning sensation behind her.
“I’m in. Holy fuck, you’re so damn tight. I’m going to come quick, Amelia,” Waylon told her. Then they began to move. She moaned and initially felt tense but with every thrust from them back and forth, she became so aroused and so needy she begged for more.
“How does it feel?” Brody asked.
“More. I want more. Please do something.”
They were touching her, caressing her, pulling on her nipples, and gripping her ass and hips. They were surrounding her as Brody exploded and she followed after. “Oh!” She moaned loudly and then Waylon pulled out and shoved back into her ass. She lost her breath on each of his strokes, then felt his fingers dig into her hips as he thrust one final time, held her hips in place, and moaned against her shoulder.
They were all panting for air.
“That was fucking sexy as damn hell to watch,” Ricky stated as Amelia looked over her shoulder to see Ricky and Murphy standing in the doorway wearing their boxers.
Slowly Waylon pulled from her ass, making her gasp. “I’ll get something to clean you up.” He kissed her shoulder.
Brody pulled from her next then rolled her to her back. He kissed her softly on the lips then lower, trailing kisses over her very sensitive breasts and nipples.
The light from outside was beginning to fill the room. It was still early, but the sun was rising.
“You look like a goddess,” Murphy stated then walked closer to the bed.
Waylon returned and began to wash her.
“I can do that,” she said and reached for the cloth.
He gave her a stern expression. “I’ll take care of you.”
“It’s our job now,” Brody whispered then nipped her nipple.
“Hey,” she scolded him, swatting him away. But Waylon moved and Murphy lifted her up toward him. He had removed his boxers and now sat on the edge of the bed with her straddling his hips. They moved her around like a rag doll and she loved it. It gave her such a feminine feeling. They would take care of her.
* * * *
Murphy was overwhelmed with emotions. He ran his fingers through her h
air then kissed her on the mouth. He felt Amelia reach for his cock. When her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft, he moaned.
She lifted her hips and aligned his cock with her pussy. She felt wet and ready as she slowly lowered herself onto him.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy. You scared me last night.”