Chapter Four
Rosie’s tits were so pale, and big. Pops held her in his arms as Marshall ran his finger over the lace and pulled it down, exposing her tit to the room. Her nipple was puckered, the tip begging for some lips wrapped around it.
“You want me to lick your tits?” Marshall asked.
Pops didn’t say anything, waiting for Rosie to make that decision.
“Yes, please, yes.”
Even now with five men wanting to bend her over and fuck her brains out, she was still being polite. He wanted her dirty, screaming, and begging to be fucked. Her pussy would be so damn tight, and he couldn’t wait to be one of the men to stretch it out.
Marshall lowered his head, and Pops watched as he flicked one tip with his tongue, then ran it across her chest toward the next. He sucked her nipple, biting down, and making her cry out.
Pops gathered up her skirt, exposing her thighs.
“Can I touch you?” he asked.
“Yes, please, touch me.” She rested her head against his shoulder.
He nodded toward Billy and Ethan, and they moved, kneeling at her feet, and gathering the skirt up then taking the panties away from her pussy.
“You want this to stop at any time, you tell us.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want you to touch me,” she said.
“She smells so good,” Ethan said.
Pops couldn’t resist a touch, so he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, and cupped her pussy. She had fine pubic hairs, and he was going to have to shave all of them off. He liked his women bare.
“I’m going to prepare you for us, baby. Have you nice and bare. We can suck and lick the whole of your pussy,” he said. “Will you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He sucked on her neck and plunged a finger deep into her tight cunt. Pops had known she was going to be tight, but he didn’t realize how much. He added a second finger and started to pump in and out.
“She looks so fucking beautiful,” Ethan said.
“Yeah,” Billy said. “She’s so wet. Go on, Pops, pump in and out.”
“Please, it feels so good.”
Marshall grabbed her tits and pressed them together.
“I need more,” she said.
“She’s such a greedy little bitch,” Gavin said.
Pops stared at the man who was watching them. “Why don’t you come and touch rather than look?”
“You don’t know how sexy she looks among the four of you.”
Billy touched her pussy, sliding his fingers through her slit. Pulling his finger from her pussy, he sucked it into his mouth, tasting her.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Pops growled against her ear. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
“Pops?” she asked.
“Yeah.”