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nbsp; Adam stopped licking me and thrust inside. The sensation was quite different than Gerard. He didn’t reach as deep, but he was wider. Without trying he was hitting my g-spot. I could feel myself getting wetter. It was difficult to give them all individual attention. I wanted them to be all three on me at once. Having one watching was great, but I wanted all three of them to experience the pleasure of my body at the same time. I pulled away from both of them.
“Ian, lay down.” He hoisted himself onto the bed and lay down on his back. His dick stuck straight out. He was hard and ready. I swung my leg over him and sat down on his thick cock. I rocked my pelvis back and forth feeling the pleasant friction of his pelvic bone against my clit. He slapped my nipples with his palms. The sting burned, but it left a tingly sensation on my skin. Moving his hands up and down my body, he grinded me further into him.
Adam stood up on the bed and planted his feet on either side of Ian. I sat up straight and began licking his balls as Ian began to bounce me against him. The slap of my ass cheeks on his thighs grew stronger. Gerard came from behind and put his hand on my back.
“Turn over on your sides.” Ian rolled over to his left side and I rolled over to my right side facing him. He lifted my leg up and tucked it in his elbow. He continued to plunge in and out of me.
Gerard scooted himself behind me to spoon. He began rubbing the head of his dick against my ass. “Have you ever had something in your ass?” I shook my head. He spit on his dick and rubbed it around the head until it was wet. Spreading my cheeks, he placed his cock head against my asshole and began to slowly ease it in. Adam came around the other side and reached in between us. His expert fingers rubbed my clit in small circles. Gerard’s cock entered and the sensation was overwhelming. Slowly, he continued to go deeper. I inhaled slowly and exhaled a deep breath. Relaxing must have helped because Gerard’s balls slapped my butt cheeks. The pressure on my g-spot at once was too much.
“I’m cumming.” I screamed. Ian began to pound hard against me while Gerard kept perfectly still, just holding me and grabbing my breasts from behind. Adam’s fingers moved faster and faster until I clamped down on both Gerard and Ian’s cocks, my pussy and ass tightening and releasing with my orgasm. Ian pulled out his cum-covered cock and planted a light kiss on my lips.
Adam moved into his place. “You’re not done yet.” He shoved his dick inside of me, a completely new sensation. Ian began to rub my now swollen clit with wet fingers. This time Gerard’s pace grew. He placed his hands on my hips and used them as leverage to slide his cock in and out of my tight ass. With each stroke, Adam and Gerard filled me completely, pressing on my g-spot from either side. It wasn’t long before I felt close to another orgasm.
“I’m going to cum again.” This time it was Gerard that started pumping my ass furiously. He groaned in my ear. He was still for a second and then pulled out. I rolled over onto my back. My cheeks slid against Gerard’s wetness.
Ian climbed on top of me and pinned my legs over my head. Completely spread open, Ian entered me easily. Wetness poured from me onto my upper thighs and lower belly. With each thrust he spread my fluids further. Adam placed his semi-hard dick in my mouth. I tasted a mixture of his cum and my musky scent. He lunged forward slamming his dick further down my throat. Ian pulled out and spread his hot cum all over my breasts and stomach. Ian collapsed back onto the soft sheets. I cuddled up to Gerard and propped my feet up over Adam. It was a matter of minutes before my eyes closed. Adam was already snoozing when I drifted off.
-18-
When I woke, I stretched out my arms and legs. My ass felt a bit tender and the cum on my stomach had dried to a sticky glue. My thighs burned as if I’d run a marathon. The sheets felt cool beneath me. I turned my head to the side to see if the guys were still asleep, but I was alone. Had I dreamed it? My arm brushed by the stickiness of my torso. It was very real. I’d just been ditched. Where in the hell could they be?
Before I found out, I needed to take a shower. I padded to my bathroom and turned on the rainfall shower. The blast of hot water rolled over me. I practically melted into the floor. Letting the warm water envelop me, I stood motionless for a few minutes. Then, I got to work on scrubbing my body clean. Skipping the shampoo, I simply applied conditioner and rinsed quickly. My stomach rumbled.
What in the world was I going to eat? I only remembered ingredients. Wasn’t there a casserole or something in the fridge? The last thing I felt like doing was cooking.
My hand trembled around the faucet. I didn’t realize it before, but my hands and arms were exhausted. I could barely lift them. Entering the closet, I was surprised to see a pair of silk pajamas already laid out. On top was a note.
“We’ve gone to score some grub. Back in a few. Gerard.”
Aw. That was sweet. I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about food after all. All I had to do was get dressed. I slid on my pajamas. The silk felt delicious against my bare skin. Should I try and do my hair? I didn’t want to show up to dinner with just a towel wrapped around my head. I went back in the bathroom to search for a blow dryer. It was under the sink, along with several type of brushes and hair products. After spraying my hair with some heat protection, I dried it as best as I could. It didn’t have to be perfect. We’d all just fucked after all. And it’s not like my hair was any better usually.
My stomach growled again. The boys better get back soon. I shuffled into the kitchen and put some plates and silverware out. On a whim, I lit a couple of candles and set them in the middle of the table.
Was there any wine around? Tearing apart the kitchen, I started my search for libations. Underneath the cabinet, I spotted a bottle of red wine behind several boxes of brand-new appliances. Was this supposed to be here? I mean, who stores their wine in the back of a bottom cabinet, unless you were trying to hide it? I wonder who stocked this place. Now, for wine glasses. After searching each shelf and striking out, I decided to try and look in the least likely of places. Where would I hide wine glasses? Getting down on my knees, I ransacked the bottom cabinets. Shoving aside blenders, rice cookers, and various other Betty Crocker-esque goodies, I finally found four dusty wine glasses. They were packed in an open and empty box that used to belong to a water boiler. Probably the one that was sitting on the counter. I poured the wine and set each of the four glasses next to a place setting.
After rummaging through the fridge, I was able to gather ingredients for a salad. Spinach, walnuts, sliced strawberries, goat cheese and yellow pepper. As soon as the sliced ingredients were mixed together in a bowl, I got to work toasting the walnuts dry in a pan. Putting them on a plate to cool, I turned my attention towards crumbling the goat cheese. I added the toppings to the salad and then some salt and pepper.
Now for the dressing. Olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I needed more height. There was a long line of cabinets on the top shelf, but I couldn’t reach them even when I was standing on my tiptoes. The chair screeched against the floor as I dragged it over. My legs trembled when I stepped up onto the chair seat. I hated heights. While I was elbows deep in a cabinet, the door opened behind me.
“Hey guys. I’m just looking for some salad dressing.” No response. A tingle began in the back of my neck. Why would they come in and not answer? Someone got closer, creeping. I could feel their hesitation. I was going to have to surprise them. But, how? They already know I know they are here. But, they don’t know that I get they aren’t one of the guys. Keep talking.
“I made a salad because I wasn’t sure what or how much food you were bringing. Spinach is my favorite and I haven’t had it in a while. In the cafeteria, it’s nothing but that disgusting iceberg lettuce.” My whole back was lit on fire. My nerves were chattering. It felt as though my heart was going to pump right through my chest.
They were almost to me now. I grabbed two cans of vegetables, one in each hand and got ready to turn and strike. This is why I need my fucking magic. The chair began to wobble beneath me. Fuck. Not now. I tried to ride the shaking of the chair like a surfboard, but it was too strong. I fell through the air like it was slow motion. Just before I hit the ground, I saw a shock of red hair peeking out of a bluish gray cloak with a raven perched on the left shoulder. Its beady eyes stared into mine. Then everything went black.
I woke up in darkness. My head felt like a deflated balloon. I sat up. The room began to spin. Nausea spread over me like a blanket. Back down I go.
“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” Gerard’s voice cut through the thick darkness.
“How did I get in bed?”
“Do you remember falling?”
I sat up again. A bit too quickly. The world tumbled around me. The nausea welled up. I tasted acid. “I was looking for salad dressing and then someone came in. Then out of nowhere my chair began to wobble.”
“There was no one here. We came in and you were laying on the floor in the kitchen. You’d hit your head.”
