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Someone pulls my ass cheeks apart and the plug comes out.
“That’s one gorgeous ass,” Derrick says while someone, I’m guessing Trey, spanks it.
Winston pulls out of my mouth and I turn to see Beck waiting for me, naked on the bed. He sits up against the headboard, his legs splayed open, his dick on alert.
“Bring that pussy over here,” he says.
I crawl across the bed and lower myself onto his lap, sinking down on him until I’m fully impaled. He holds my hips and starts to rock his own. He always watches me during sex. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him close his eyes, not even during climax. His gaze is just as penetrating as anything else on his body. It’s intimate and intrusive, and I think it makes me love him even more because it’s like he can see through me. He knows me. It’s not just about sex, it’s about me, and no one has ever made me feel the way Beck does. His love for me is deep and personal and I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. I will get there with the others but I’m already there with him, and because of that there’s a connection that I can’t deny. When we come together, it’s not just sex; we’re making love. Even when there are four other men stacked on top of me, writhing in ecstasy, and Beck is commanding me to look into his eyes while sticking his dick down my throat. It’s always something just a little bit more with Beck than it appears on the outside.
He pulls me against his chest and kisses my cheek, then whispers in my ear, “You’re so beautiful.”
He holds me tight as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go. He rocks into me, slow and steady. No one seems to be in any kind of rush to get theirs the way they had been when they formed a train in the communal room the other night. They seem very content to watch Beck make love to me. In a subdued, almost casual fashion, the others lounge across the bed, stroking themselves to keep hard, but not to get off, and rubbing various parts of my body.
I close my eyes and lay my head on Beck’s shoulder, enjoying the attention. Then someone breaks into my euphoria with a thumb at my back entrance. It’s lathered generously with lube, and due to my readiness from the butt plug earlier, slips right in. There’s something about ass play that turns things up a notch. It turns my guys’ subtle groans into animal noises. They come alive suddenly, poking and prodding like scientists trying to figure out how to break into me and see how I tick.
They hover around, a dick at my cheek, one in my hand, but Beck holds me to him, not allowing me to rise. His eyes are closed and he’s not quite ready to share me fully just yet. He’s the alpha of this pack and what he says goes, so the others adjust their expectations and use what’s available to them, which for now is my hands and my ass.
I have two cocks in my hands and one rubbing my cheek. I don’t know who is who, or what is what. My eyes are closed and I just feel. Then something quite a bit bigger pushes up against my asshole and my eyes spring open. I look at Beck. He rubs my back in soft circles.
“Just relax,” he says.
A light comes on, showering the room in a dusty glow. My eyes take some time to adjust.
“I can’t see what I’m doing,” Trey says, he has his phone out, recording.
I look around, at all the different mirrors still up on my walls. Depending on which ones I look at, I can see everything going on. Winston stands behind me, aiming his giant member at my backside. He puts his weight into it as he presses against my unwilling entrance.
I squeeze my eyes closed as pain trickles through my backside. “It’s too tight, it won’t fit,” I say.
“I thought you said you could handle anything we give to you,” Trey says in a teasing voice.
I thought I could but I’m not sure about this. If it were one of the others, maybe, but having both Winston and Beck (two of the biggest dicks in a group of men who are way above average in size) I don’t think it’s going to work. I’ll need a lot more stretching than just a plug.
Winston starts to back off, but I say, “No, stay,” because Trey is giving me an I-told-you- so look and I’m not a quitter. “I can take it.”
Beck gives me a concerned look. I’m not sure I can handle it, but I want this. The thought of being double penetrated by two of my men is just about the sexiest thing I can imagine. I’ve fantasized about it. And now it’s actually going to happen. I’m determined.
I kiss Beck. Kissing him always gets me in the mood and now is no exception. I grind onto his cock, pressing my clit hard against him, but making sure not to move too much while Winston tries to enter my stubborn asshole.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Winston says. Normally that wouldn’t be a bad thing, but right now he’s frustrated.
Just when we’re all thinking it’s not going to happen, the head pops in and I let out a scream that fills the room. My body quivers from the sudden intrusion and the pain is both livid and lovely.
They all gather, concerned, but I assure them it’s okay. I just need to adjust to this new, very full sensation. Once I’ve caught my breath, the pain starts to subside and the pleasure it leaves behind is both familiar and completely foreign. It’s almost as if there’s nothing to separate the sensations. When Winston
moves, I feel it in my pussy, and when Beck does, I feel it in my ass. And when they move together the world explodes into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I’m too dumb to talk. My brain is useless at the moment. All I can do is make noises that will wake the neighbors and scare small children. I sit up, letting go of the dicks in my hands, and press my now hands against Beck’s chest. Beck and Winston push in and out of me. It isn’t long before my body starts to convulse. Here comes the ringing in my ears again, the temporary blindness. But this time it all seems amplified.
Trey laughs somewhere in the distance. I barely hear him when he says, “Holy shit this is better than porn.”
I barely register anything as I’m thrown into the abyss of one cataclysmic orgasm after another. I don’t know how long it lasts. Hell, I hardly know where or even who I am, but I feel a stupid smile on my face as I finally come down from what I fear might be the best orgasm of my life. Can anything get better? Is there hope for future orgasms, or will that always be the one I strive to reach again?
Somewhere in the peripheral of my mind, I realize I’m covered in cum. The boys must have unleashed their loads on me while I was in the throes of my orgasm, but I don’t remember any of it. Now Beck is cleaning me up. He’s found makeup wipes in my vanity drawer and is taking care of me.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” Beck says.
The others start to put their boxers on. “Stay with me tonight,” I tell them. I have a king sized bed. It’s big enough to fit everyone, maybe not comfortably, but we will fit. “I want to sleep with my guys,” I say.
