My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Relax,” I soothed again. “Breathe in deep sweetheart.”

The girl mewled and cried out a bit, her body still worked over by my five buds. But then with a low, throaty moan, it happened. My dickhead wormed its way into that resistant anus, getting a toehold.

“Awww fuck,” was my low growl. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

Because she was so tight, her pleats stretching to accommodate my cockrod.

“Slow,” I rasped again. “Real slow.”

But Joanie is a slut because I swear, her butt was begging me for it. It swayed a little, inviting me in, and I took the opportunity. With a slide, my dick edged in further, now buried about three inches up her back end.

“Mmmph!” she cried out. “Mmmph!”

At that moment, Damien withdrew from her mouth.

“Get some air,” he rasped. “I’ll take care of myself as you get some air.”

Yeah right. That motherfucker wasn’t doing it for her, he was doing it for himself. Because he didn’t want to come in her mouth prematurely, he was saving the sperm for her butt.

But Joanie didn’t know, and her head lolled on those sweet shoulders, expression a mix of agony and the sweetest pleasure.

“Oh Mr. North,” she moaned, big boobies dangling. “Oh yeah.”

Because with a small shove, she did it again. The girl really did want it, and pushed her butt back, swallowing more of my fuckshaft. Oh shit, did that really happen? Did that brown rim just take more of me inside? But it was true. By now I was about six inches in, just four more to go.

“Good girl,” I rasped. “Good girl, show us what a butt slut you are.”

And Joanie rose to the challenge. As my four brothers stroked her breasts and cunt, she took another deep breath and fucked her hips backwards. Aw shit, aw shit. I was balls to the wall in this ass, my entire length swallowed by a tiny female’s butthole. Aw shit. It had never felt this good.

Because I’ve done anal with tons of females, it’s part of my arsenal. But the anal’s never been like this before. Joanie’s butthole squeezed me tight, as the girl moaned, eyes shut. And Tom and Aaron continued to work her puss down below, one finger in, the other out, in a syncopated rhythm. I could feel their digits through her thin vaginal wall, rubbing against my pole.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Aw fuck.”

Because shit this was good. The underside of my cock tingled, balls already beginning to launch. Joanie moaned again, head dropping to the coverlet.

“Take me Nick,” she whispered hoarsely. “Use my ass, it’s yours.”

And with that, it was on. No more slow slides. No more inching in for her pleasure. I pummeled that ripe peach like it was World War Three. My shaft slid in and out, veiny and huge, skewering the girl again and again.

“Unnnh!” she screamed, lifting her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes!”

And that’s how we love our sluts. Screaming for it, begging even, as their holes get trashed. The nastiness threw me over the edge, and at that moment, her butt clamped down hard.

“Fuck!” came my monstrous roar. “Fuck!”

Because my seed spilled like a torrent. I sprayed that big bottom with my hot white, releasing DNA in rapid bursts.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” came my murderous grunts. “Unnnh!”

And oh shit, but her butt milked me like a pro. Joanie’s rectal walls squeezed and clamped all over my dick, begging me for more.

“Yes!” she screamed again, perfect profile tipped upwards. “Yes!”

But this wasn’t the Nick show. This was the Joanie show and there were five more alphas waiting their turn. Damien, that fuckwad, was already behind me.

So with one last grunt, I pulled out, dick tip still spraying. And Damien was in in a second.

“Ahhhh,” came the man’s groan. “Fuck this butt is tight.”