Was this the way we’d cement the agreement?
His tongue slipped over my lips, teasing them apart. And a murmur of pleasure escaped me.
All of their hands were still on me, the four of them each bigger than me individually and covering me so completely.
Oh, god. They were all there, and we had the house just to ourselves.
My insides melted with the mere thought of what might happen next.
Ryan’s kiss alone was electric, and caused tingling sparks to shoot through me and ignited a fire deep inside.
Many hands ran over my surfaces, all beginning at my abdomen and spiraling out in every direction. My thighs, my forearms, my hands, and even the places that didn’t seem erotic at all attracted the tactile attention of my admirers.
Brandon stole the next kiss from me with his warm mouth. And as he did so, the rest of the boys took to undressing me. I closed my eyes and let it happen. Someone peeled off my socks while another held me aloft, and then they pulled my jeans down, and I had no idea what happened to my panties.
I did nothing to stop them.
Why would I when this was a dream turning into reality?
I had no idea who touch my naked pussy first.
He soon discovered how wet they all made me. And it would be difficult to say whether that arousal was due to the kisses on my face, the hands fondling my boobs, or because I stooding completely naked surrounded by the four hottest guys I knew.
They hadn’t even taken their clothes off yet, but I wasn’t about to complain about anything. Not when Noah took over kissing me while his brother got on his knees and licked my slit, pushing his tongue deep between the swollen folds.
Of course, I had every right to complain about them expecting me to continue standing while they did this to me. But Brandon only turned the tables as he stood when I did the same thing to him.
I was about to discover the true benefits of having four horny guys in front of me. Four mouths and eight hands were able to do things to every erogenous zone I had and some that I never knew existed. Every inch of me was delicately touched and tweaked.
My nipples hardened under Ryan’s curious touch, spiraling about them.
Sam ran his hands over my ass, squeezing and massaging my buttocks. I sensed him fall to his knees, and his teeth nipped at my ass cheeks.
I hardly cared about appearing wanton when I inched my feet further apart to allow Brandon easier access to the private place he attempted to explore.
Evidently, Sam saw my movements as a different kind of invitation, and his soft, wet tongue slipped the length of my crack.
“Oh.” I let out a surprised gasp, but even I could hear how much it sounded like a moan of pleasure.
And I enjoyed all of the attention immensely even when Sam’s tongue lingered and probed my rear entrance.
Sweet, gentle Noah, who had quickly become such a good friend after the end of school, continued to kiss me. His hands stroked through my hair and right down my back, stopping just short of Sam’s attention back there.
I automatically raised on my tiptoes when Brandon’s deft fingers slipped into a rhythmic pattern going in and out of me.
“Babe, do you want to get on the bed?” Noah asked.
Do you need to ask?
I figured I didn’t need to answer, and it only took one man to talk, and they all acted together to take me to my twin bed. We weren’t all going to fit, but at least they could move around three sides of it.
Laying on my back on my bed, it immediately became obvious that this position made a whole lot less of my body accessible to them.
Ryan slipped between my thighs, swiping the prime position as chief pussy worshipper from Brandon, and Sam was also unable to resume his previous activities. For a few minutes, he soon went to one side and watched his brother.
And while he watched his twin, I watched him. Slowly, he removed his clothes, his top first. Even though he didn’t make eye contact with me, he knew I was watching, so he gave me a show as he slowly stroked his own muscular torso and struck a couple of poses that could only be to show off his fit physique.
But that was nothing compared to when he tugged down his jeans and underwear, unleashing that long stiff erection that made my mouth water and pussy throb with longing.
Brandon had rejected my focus on Sam, and he got in on the action too by softly removing his clothes and then showing exactly how he liked his well-hung-like-a-porn-star dick stroked by his own hand.
Did he do it like that when he was alone and thinking of me?