The Arrangement

It was raunchy. Filthy. Totally amazing.

Who the fuck are you again?

I broke out in a crazed little laugh, then sat there reveling happily in their three stunned expressions. Enjoying the naughtiness of the sticky come on my fingers. Of dragging them one by one through my pussy, and feeling how full it was.

“Alright boys,” I said, when I thought I finally had their attention again. “Who’s next?”

Thirty-One

KAYLEEN

Screwing Burke had given me all new energy. Boundless enthusiasm. I was willing to fuck them for hours — literally hours — in order to outlast them.

Chase came for me first. He already had his clothes off, and his enormously big cock in his hand. I stared at it hypnotically as he stroked it, running the shaft up and down through one big fist. When he got to the top he would squeeze the head, milking it hotly. Already I could see the first glistening droplets of pre-come, forming near the tip.

“Put that thing in me,” I growled like an animal.

I was hungry for them now. Greedy. And the more I had them, the more I wanted them. In a way they were like a drug. Something I craved and needed inside me.

Chase lifted one of my legs and straddled the other, scissoring me comfortably. His eyes were full of lust as he plunged himself into my swollen, freshly-fucked pussy.

“Fuck, honey…”

I saw his face contort, like he was in pain. I knew it to be ecstasy. I knew it because my pussy was like a blast furnace right now — a thousand degrees of molten heat, swollen and sticky, gripping him like a wet mouth.

Chase pumped in and out a few times, his balls clapping heavily against my ass.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

I laughed, and even my laughter felt good. It made everything just a little bit tighter, causing him to drag his cock with just a little more friction against my aching clit.

My one leg looked wonderful over his shoulder. I grabbed my ankle and pulled it toward my head, spreading myself that much more for him. Giving him just a few extra centimeters of delicious depth, at the end of every stroke.

“Here. Let me.”

Nathan’s hand brushed mine aside. He took over holding my ankle, spreading me even wider. Then he dropped down alongside me, sprawling his body across the soft world of blankets and pillows and sex.

God…

He bent his head and began kissing me slowly. Slipping his tongue past my lips and into my mouth, while swirling it lazily around. He smelled like the beach… like sun and sand and tanning oil. His lips crushed against mine, rolling magically, causing every inch of my skin to tingle.

Oh fuck me… this is—

I had no words. Nothing could describe the feeling. The comfort of being pinned between these beautiful men, of being so deeply and throughly stretched by Chase’s big cock. All while his friend continued kissing me… breathing his very soul into my hot, open mouth.

This is—

Insane.

Crazy.

A dream.

All of those things, yes, only I was actually here. This was reality for me now. This was my life. Three perfect men, taking perfect care of me. Three ripped, muscular lovers, attending to my every sensual need.

Two hands slid over my breasts, and then one hot mouth. Burke was here too, joining in. Dragging his

hot tongue over one sensitive nipple. Rolling the other between his calloused fingers, sending bolts of lightning straight through my body.