“Oh God. I can’t take it.” Her hips fired off the bed, pumping then for a quick finish.
Curt slapped her pussy and the wallop alarmed her, but only for a minute. An incredible flood of extraordinary heat hammered inside her channel as her pussy vibrated against the tongue feeding on her pleasure. While feasting as a man, Curt drove her higher as a woman, pushing her to that orgasmic high.
“Easy, lover,” Justin whispered, bending his head to suckle her breast.
Her head shook as much as her body. She hadn’t meant to make such a racket, but her ragged breaths and subtle moans led her to another dimension of insatiable goals. She wanted back to back orgasms, one climax to lead straight into another.
Gabe leisurely rolled a rubber on his cock as he watched. A sexy grin tilted his lips and then he tapped Curt on the shoulder.
Curt reluctantly backed away, seemingly ready to give up his position for another purpose, a more profound calling. Justin tossed Curt a condom and a tube of lube.
She felt so exposed then as they looked on with hungry eyes, dousing their dicks with the oily substance. So many sensations were stirring within, so many thoughts propelled through her mind. The men quickly worked out their positions as if it were an everyday occasion.
Justin rose to his knees and leaned over her face, aiming his cock at her mouth. His excitement oozed to her lips, leaking onto her tongue as she drew him between her cheeks.
Masculine growls filled the room as Gabe and Curt nipped at her womanly flesh, kissing her nipples, drawing the fullness into their mouths. They were destroying her self-control as if it had been only theirs to devastate, theirs to manipulate.
They towered over her then, aiming their cocks at her opening. They locked arms and held onto one another as they pushed their penises inside her.
“Oh!” She gripped Justin’s cock in her tightly clasped hand, needing a minute or two to stretch, burn, and enjoy the full feeling of two cocks working in time to find a satisfying rhythm.
“Easy does it, baby,” Gabe crooned, bumping his hip against Curt’s.
“I can’t,” she whispered, looking up at Justin with tears in her eyes.
“Want them to stop?” He caressed her cheek. “Is that what you need?”
Stop? Hell no. She just wanted her body to cooperate. The slow stretching burned and throbbed, but the pain was quickly replaced by extraordinary sensations.
Curt and Gabe paused as if they expected her to push them away.
“I don’t want anyone to stop.” Instead, she turned her attention to Justin’s cock, licking the tip, twirling her tongue around the crest.
Justin smiled down at her and cupped the side of her head, guiding her down his shaft again. Curt and Gabe stroked deep and long then, the friction between the men obviously enough to launch a new pace, one they’d set together. They rocked forward, leaning over her as they fucked her, pushing the weight of their cocks deep inside her channel.
“Good God, she’s squeezing me to death here,” Gabe rasped, latching his lip under his teeth and looking at her as if he had already made a permanent claim and expected her to accept it.
Justin’s cock stretched across her tongue and she took a deep breath, pulling him to the back of her throat, humming against his rigid length as she indulged in his rich male flavor.
“That’s it, baby. Suck. Aw, yes. There you go. Hmmm.” His hips swung forward and back, right to left. “Fuck me with that pretty little mouth. Ah yeah. That’s it. Ah God. I’m coming.” His broken voice left him chopping at syllables.
She tightened her suction, wanting him to come, needing him to give her a deep-throat fuck that would leave her with his salty male taste. He gripped the headboard and she glanced up at his hand. The color seemingly drained from his skin as he stilled a second and then pounded her throat, shooting off in her mouth and splashing his cum against her tongue and lips.
The salty essence of his release and the way his sac bounced against her chin only further aroused her. Heather swallowed repetitively, aware of her new needs, the desires no one else would ever quite sate. She released Justin and swiped her lips clean, loving every last drop of his succulent taste.
Justin eased away, kissed her forehead, and left the room. She pushed her arms above her shoulders then, flattening her palms against the bed as she watched two of the most remarkable men go to town on loving her.
They fucked her like champions, as if stamina was a prize to behold and the winner would take home the lady. Their cocks worked in time as they impaled her together, setting the kind of rhythm that made her stark crazy.
Mashing her hands against the wood, she pushed her body away from the bed, squeezing their cocks as they stroked her. Beads of sweat peppered their brows as their thighs bunched. Their muscular arms and broad shoulders went rigid. The stroking stopped. She clenched around their thick shafts, loving the pulsing vibrations shooting through her channel.
“There you go,” Curt rasped, his eyelids drooping now.
“Let go, baby.” Gabe’s nostrils flared and he threw his head back.
Her breath came out in spurts. Her body was then an instrument of gratification, finely tuned now after being masterfully played by those who were truly experts in their field.
Heather dreamily watched them watching her. She was lost in that moment, rocking to her very own tempo and holding out for the last orgasmic pleasure of the night.