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My other hand was lifted and I could feel the heat of another cock wrapped in my fingers. It was a sensory overload. We were a prisoner of the tiny bubble of existence we had created in this room. Their bodies slowly revealed what my eyes couldn’t seem to get enough of.
My juices were tickling the inside of my thighs and Callan, shoving his tongue between my legs, forced me to accept my situation with a guilty grin on my face.
“You look so damn beautiful and you’re practically glowing,” Wesley stammered with the length of his manhood slipping easily in and out of my mouth.
I had two guys on their knees next to my head while another was sampling my wares. I was going crazy, moaning incessantly, and then I turned and sucked Crosby. His fingers ran lovingly through my hair pulling at the locks to give me an idea of how dominant they could be if given the chance. I was still stroking Wesley, with his groans and guttural grunts of satisfaction echoing in my ears.
Callan had his tongue deep inside me and I was surprised to learn of his talent in this certain department. I always took him for a meat and potatoes kind of guy. It was nice to see him stretch his wings and gauge my experience by the reaction he was causing. The twitching of my inner thighs, along with the way that my toes were curling over his shoulders, must’ve been a sure sign.
I reached my breaking point with my eyelids fluttering and I came with my upper body suspended, with Callan’s hands underneath me squeezing the pliable cheeks of my ass. I'd had no idea what I was going to experience but it far surpassed my expectations. I had to be careful about using my sharp teeth, grazing the shaft of the one inside of my mouth caused him to buck.
“I’m trying hard to understand how this can be happening. It’s seamless, we don’t even have to think about it, everything fits and there’s not a wasted motion between us,” Crosby said with his voice cracking, a bead of sweat running down the bridge of his nose.
I needed this more than I did breathing. I never thought I could be overwhelmed with such pleasing sensations, they took my breath away.
Wesley and Crosby took advantage of my compromising position by leaning down and sucking the tips of my nipples into their mouths at the same time. My orgasm grabbed me by the throat and squeezed until I could barely g
et any air into my lungs. My composure crumbled and I felt the world swallow me up with a loud outcry of pleasure changing my features into a mask of euphoria.
My hands still had ahold of both of them and I could feel their masculine presence throbbing in my fists. The prolonged excitement was enhanced by the way Callan was continuing to dart his tongue in and out between my legs. There was no trying to pretend having them there with me didn’t affect me on a profound level.
I thrashed madly, twisting and turning on the sheets, with my fingernails ripping through them like they were made of butter. I was biting my tongue but it didn’t hold back the pleased squeals escaping my lips. Having my nipples sucked at the same time and then gently bitten on the tips, had me flying by the seat of my pants. Every muscle was tensing and I could feel them pulsating with a life of their own.
I was panting with that last breath, wanting more of where that climax had come from and knowing exactly where to get it.
I came down with the aftermath of my orgasm slowly subsiding, letting me see the beaming smiles of appreciation on their faces. I lifted my head with whatever energy I had left, straining to see how Callan was holding onto my ankles, standing at attention, ready to break through the last of my resistance.
Chapter Fourteen
There was this complete silence, void of any noise, and I could feel Callan getting a different kind of kiss on the tip of his cock. The heat generated from our foreplay had those lips glistening, quite puffy and ready for him. He was the elder of the three and it felt right to give in to his advances. I stared at him, still stroking the other two, with the sticky evidence of their arousal clinging to my fingertips.
Callan was waiting until I realized that the time had come. There was no way I could take my eyes off of what was about to happen. His knob was angry looking, with a purple color, along with the crisscross of his blue veins.
His muscles were well defined, including the one between his legs. It slowly began to sink into me with one long continuous stroke. There was a slight tugging but any pain was overshadowed by the pleasure being inflicted on me.
“Breathe through it, just as I taught you through meditation. Immerse yourself into the sensations and let it wash over you like a warm bath. Enjoy it and know that your pleasure is ours.” Wesley was fucking my fist and Crosby had the same idea with my fingers squeezing.
My eyes went wide at the implication of what Callan had the fortune to do.
He was balls deep and I could feel the swelling evidence of his hungry lust for me boiling over. I was ready to feel the flood of his excitement but he had other ideas. Becoming still, wrapped in the tight warm glove of my sexual favor, was necessary to sustain him. He was gambling on time being enough to control those tendencies. It was easy to recognize the signs of his impending orgasm but the light in his eyes slowly faded back to normal.
“You’ve made me a woman and I don’t know what the hell I have been waiting for. It had to be for this one special time where everything came together in the right way. I look at you and I see this isn’t just a sexual act. I don’t want it to stop,” I whispered and he pulled out until only the head remained, before giving me a forward lunge that took my breath away.
He was slowly enjoying the rippling of my inner muscles, squeezing down on every inch. Prolonging his agony, gave him the stamina of a raging bull and the same thing could be said for Crosby and Wesley. It was amazing none of them had spilled what was building between their legs. They were pushing themselves beyond their endurance, waiting for their chance to plunge within the oven of my desire.
It took almost ten minutes but, finally, I saw the white lightning at the end of the tunnel. It started at my toes and I flexed them in response to the warmth of his seed. He moaned loudly and I fed on the sensation like a drug running through my veins. Hearing him enjoy my body was like an aphrodisiac and I wanted the same thing from the other two.
Callan gave me five more quick jabs before relinquishing his spot between my legs. It was an empty feeling but was soon filled by Wesley, who shuffled me into the middle of the bed with my legs spread obscenely. The temperature in the room had risen dramatically and our body heat was giving off deep waves of pleasure. I was being given amazing incentives and my body was screaming at me to be theirs.
Wesley was using his feet for leverage, digging into the mattress, while he was pounding me with wild gyrations of his hips.
“This is better than I could ever imagine. The three of you are exactly what has been missing from my life. I knew the picture wasn’t complete, until the pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly when we met. I wanted to deny what I was feeling but I couldn’t.” My train of thought was interrupted by Crosby straddling my head and placing the tip of his cock on my bottom lip.
It was a wonder he hadn’t blown yet and a testament to his character, to be able stand strong against my manual dexterity. He was holding onto the headboard with both hands and the smile on his face was more than enough motivation for me to take him back into my mouth. I was putting them both under a lot of pressure to perform and I almost lost consciousness from the second orgasm, on the heels of the first one.
“I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time and I must confess this is better than any fantasy I had about you. This is what sex is all about and the pleasure is the icing on the cake. I close my eyes and listen to the way that you take my cock into your mouth but the audio component is nothing, compared to seeing you strip away any hesitation with the look in your eyes. No woman can hold a candle to your talent and enthusiasm.” Crosby might’ve been a fighter but he was also a lover, which couldn’t be denied.
The pace had quickened and the slap of our flesh was like thunder in my ears. I came again and this one was with an intensity that had me literally going in and out of consciousness. I had a burning desire to drain him of every drop and the potent example of his stamina, fired off indiscriminately.
