Broken

I raised myself up on my knees and grabbed his cock, slowly sliding down it, hearing him groan behind me, his face pressed against my back. He put his hands around my waist, and I started to bounce vigorously on his cock, looking out at the others in the room. We sat there fucking feverishly, watching our friends and spouses shake and tremble from the pleasure they were experiencing in their own space. It was personal, but at the same time, I could feel the connection to every other person in the room, their moans and growls vibrating through my chest. He moved his hands up to my tits, squeezing them tightly and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I leaned my head back and moaned as I slipped my fingers over my clit and pressed down, moving them in circles around my nub. I could feel the heat in my stomach starting to rise, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came for the first time.

With every plunge downward, I could feel every inch, every wrinkle, and every pulse of his big cock. I could tell he was enjoying himself from the sound of his labored breathing against my back. He leaned forward and bit down on my back, sending me into another world. I thrust my chest out and laid my head back on his shoulders, letting him lift me up and down on his dick as I reached my climax, screaming out in pleasure, pleading for him not to stop. I could feel my warm juices flowing down his cock and pulling at the base. He growled loudly, slamming me hard down on his cock over and over again until my body stopped shaking in ecstasy. He grabbed tightly to my waist and pulled me off of his cock, pushing me to the side on all fours and raising up on his knees.

I looked behind me and bit my lip as he stroked his shaft, grabbing onto one of my ass cheeks and shaking it up and down. He scooted forward quickly and tapped his cock against my ass before lowering it down and sliding it through my juices. He pushed in deep and groaned, spreading his legs apart and assuming th

e position. I lifted my head up and watched as my husband plowed deep and hard into Jessica’s pussy. The sight was erotic, and I began to rock forward and back, meeting Jason’s thrusts and groaning at the feeling of his dick pressing against my abdomen. He was fucking me so hard that my whole body was shuddering and the couch was scraping back and forth on the floor beneath us. I reached up and steadied myself against the back of the couch as he leaned forward over me and pushed deep and hard inside of me.

When Jason retracted, lifting himself back up on his heels, he pulled me with him, running his hand over my tits and pressing his lips against my neck, his cock still deep inside of me. He pushed his arm down and wrapped it around my waist, lifting me up slightly and turning me toward the back of the couch. I scooted forward on my knees, pressing my chest against the cushion and spreading my legs with my ass slightly pushed outward. He moved behind me, lifted up, and slid his cock up into my pussy, moving his hips in sharp, short movements while his hand slid down between my legs. I gasped at the feeling of his dick shoved up inside of me and his warm fingers flittering over my clit. He kept his body pressed firmly against mine as he pushed in and out of my pussy, grunting softly in my ear.

In the background, I could hear the chorus of Jessica and Kristin moaning loudly. I always loved the way that Kristin sounded when she was in complete ecstasy. Her tones were steady and higher pitched, perfectly timed with her partners movements, wavering slightly as she started moving toward climax. She didn’t hold back. She let it all out when she started to come. That rhythmic sound ignited the fire all over again inside of me, and I could feel myself getting closer to another orgasm. This time, though, I wanted to be facing Jason, latching on to his deep eyes.

I reached back and grabbed his cock, lifting up and pulling it out of me. I turned around, pressing my back against the cushion and lifted my leg up, draping it over his arm as he held tightly to the back of the couch. I reached down between his thighs and grabbed onto his thick, wet shaft and pulled him forward, guiding him through my juices and inside of me. I reached around and grabbed his ass, pulling him swiftly into me, biting my lip and staring deep into his eyes. Every time he pulled his hips back, I pulled them hard into me until we were moving so fast against each other I couldn’t keep up. Instead, I kept my eyes locked on his and grabbed on to his back with my fingernails, sliding them down his skin and watching his mouth curve into a smirk.

“Harder,” I demanded. “Make me come.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered.

He shifted my leg to the side, opening up my hips, and started to pump as fast as he could. I latched onto him and gasped, feeling his body slap feverishly against my clit. I gritted my teeth but kept my eye contact, holding him to his promises of amazing sex and multiple orgasms. He smiled as he slammed into me faster, my body starting to go stiff. My mouth fell open, but no sound emerged as I gripped down and shook, my orgasm exploding inside of me so hard I could barely hold my body upright. I clawed at him, wanting him to stop but also to keep going at the same time.

“Oh, you aren’t done,” he said, smiling and shaking his head.

He pulled my leg down off his arm and leaned back, wrapping it and my other leg around his waist. He reached down and grabbed onto my ass and pulled me down on his dick. I leaned my back against the couch and let my head fall backward onto the cushion, my body already moving toward another rolling climax as he thrust himself into me over and over, rolling his hips against my clit. I screamed out, grabbing onto the couch and feeling my body shooting from one orgasm to another, no time in between for even a breath. I was writhing and rolling so hard I couldn’t even keep my body aligned with him. He smiled and pulled me in, over and over again, pushing me back and forth on his cock, rolling me through pleasure so strong I was reduced to a whimpering pile of flesh, completely at the mercy of his wants.

Looking over at my husband fucking the hell out of Jessica, I decided to let go of my inhibitions, and I relaxed into Jason’s hands, feeling completely comfortable with letting him wear my pussy out so badly that I wouldn’t walk straight for days. From the look on his face and his refusal to let me break for a moment, I knew that I was in for a serious night of ecstasy beyond anything I had felt before.

Chapter 26

Jason

My body slammed into Amber’s, feeling the glory of her tight little pussy, but my eyes wandered down to my wife as she writhed on the floor, her body so exhausted from pleasure that all I could hear now were whimpers coming from her throat. Austin was planted between her legs, licking her feverishly, bringing her to one climax after another, something that I knew she loved to feel when it finally happened to her. Her body glistened in the firelight, and just as my eyes moved over her tits to her face, she opened her eyes, smiling at me in ecstasy before erupting again into orgasm.

I reached back around Amber’s waist and leaned my face into her back, breathing in her scent and her skin. God, she felt so fucking good. I couldn’t get enough of her pussy, just like it was when we were roommates, meeting in the darkness and quiet of the kitchen. We would fuck without a sound, leaning over the counter, reaching our climaxes slowly and sensually, our bodies shaking against each other. Her body had always been so tight, her hips perfectly proportioned to the rest of her, and her tits were always so perky. Her body was always one of those that drove me absolutely nuts, not quite as nuts as my wife’s, but it still gave me a hard-on anytime I laid my eyes on it. She had kind of been a goal for me when we lived together, the sweet, innocent, little Midwestern girl, but when I really got ahold of her, I realized the fire that burned inside of her was much more complex than I had originally assumed. There were many times that she had completely blown my mind during sex.

She had been one of the most fun partners that I had ever had, and from the look and feel of it, that hadn’t changed at all. When we first arrived, I thought that she was going to be a lot different than she was before, but when Kristin finally broke down those walls, she revealed herself to be the same hot girl that she walked around our apartment as many years before.

As I thrust my cock deep inside of her, feeling her lean into me, I looked down and watched as Kristin pushed Austin back, turned around, and straddled his face. She bent forward and grabbed onto his cock, ready to suck the hell out of that poor bastard. Kristin pretty much excelled at everything sexual, but she was extra blessed when it came to blow jobs, something that she had confessed repeatedly that she loved to do. Who was I to keep her from doing what she loved? So, when she was in the mood, I leaned back and let her go wild on my dick. Sometimes, she was so good I came within minutes, which was pretty much unheard of for me.

Kristin looked up at me as she leaned forward and smiled, opening her mouth and swallowing Austin’s cock. It was so hot to watch her suck him off, hard and fast, and all I could do was latch down on Amber and start fucking her deep and fast. She was writhing in my arms, feeling my cock dig down deep into her, her pussy dripping wet from our movements. I could feel her moving closer to climax by the second.

Amber had always been a multi-orgasmic girl, someone I was able to push from having a couple orgasms per sex session, to all-out rolling orgasms where I left her lying face down in the bed, unable to move. When she moved from climax to climax, it was the most erotic feeling on my cock. Her warm, tight pussy would vibrate and pulsate repeatedly, over and over again, on my dick, squeezing me tightly inside and releasing as I pushed inside of her over and over again. It was pretty much the most arousing feeling I had ever felt, and a surefire way to make me come. I tried to leave that for when I was running out of energy so that I could finish out sex with a hot, shaking end. That was exactly what I was planning on doing to her right there on that couch in just a little while. She might not know it, but by tomorrow, she would be walking funny.

I pulled myself from on top of her and sat up on the couch, watching her breath deeply from the amount of pleasure that had run through her body over the last twenty minutes or so. I wasn’t wasting any time this time around. It had been way too long to pussyfoot around her body. I pulled her up and had her straddle me again, her back facing me and her perfect little ass slapping into my abdomen. I leaned my back against the couch and pulled her with me, her body moving like a wave over me, her pussy barely pulling up before moving back down on my cock. I reached around her, cupped my hand over her clit, and began to rub. She put her fingers on my hand, trying to slow me down, but then she released them, letting her weight fall back onto me.

When she leaned her head back, she took in a deep breath and clenched her hands down on my thighs, rolling her hips faster and faster as she exploded into orgasm. She cried out in pleasure, her heart beating heavily in her chest as I continued to rub faster and faster on her clit. She walked from one orgasm to another, folding her pussy tightly around my dick. I pushed her up to a sitting position and grabbed her waist, pulling her up to the tip of my cock and slamming her down hard, feeling her wetness gushing out and trickling down my balls. My fingers gripped tighter around her body as I thrust my hips up and down at a fevered pace, wanting to feel her come over and over, giving her absolutely no reprieve from the earth-shattering orgasms that were flooding her body so quickly she couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

She whimpered loudly, and I slowed my hips, pulling my hand back and finally giving her a small break. I could feel her pussy clenching and releasing over and over on my dick as she slowed her breathing down and regathered her energy. I wasn’t done with her yet, but I knew if I continued like this, she was going to tap out before I had a chance to climax. It had been too long, and I wanted her to be the one to make me come. Slowly, I lifted her up

and down my shaft, my lips trailing over the curves in her shoulders and back. All around us, people were moaning and shaking with ecstasy, and I wanted to get her back to the point where she couldn’t even think straight.

For several moments, I lifted her gently up and slid her back down my cock until she started to move her hips against me again. Her small moans echoed in my ears. She was back, and I was more than ready to fuck her until I came. I reached around and grabbed her tits, lifting her up and pushing her off my lap and to the side. She laid down slowly on the couch and pulled her legs in front of her, spreading them open. I smiled and crawled forward, pulling her arms up over her head and sliding in between her legs. I tipped my hips as I moved forward, slowly pushing inside of her, watching as her mouth opened and she gasped. I looked down in her eyes, like I did on those lonely nights in the kitchen, and started to fuck her, rolling slowly into her as she breathed heavily, with nothing but the sounds of the others echoing around us.

I rubbed my hand across her face, moving her hair from her eyes, and dipped down, pushing deep and hard inside of her. She looked up at me and rolled her shoulders, giving me a coy little smile just like she always did. I was ready to pick this back up, ready to kick it into high gear once more, but I wasn’t sure that she was. She unhooked her fingers from mine and rubbed them around my sides and down to my ass where she grasped my cheeks firmly. She opened up her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist, lifting herself up and meeting my gentle movements. A low groan came from her chest, and she closed her eyes, grinding her pussy against me. I could tell she was almost at the point where she would start begging me for more. It was like a little game we used to play with each other, a game to see who could last the longest.

“Are you ready?” I whispered to her.

“I’ve been ready since college,” she said with a wink. “Stop being a pussy, and fuck me already.”

I laughed loudly, surprised to hear those words come from her lips. She always came off as such a prim and proper girl, but in the bedroom, all bets were off. She could be vicious, teasing me until I was practically begging for it, or I just lost control and slammed her down, fucking the hell out of her. This time, though, she wasn’t withholding anything, and I was more than happy to take her to the next level, especially since she was verbally letting me have it. I smiled at her and started to pump my hips faster, staring down into her eyes. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, unhooking her legs from my waist and opening up wide for me.