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When I came back to myself, Rory was rubbing my clit, making my too-sensitive sex spasm again. Jeremy stepped back and helped me off of Darren’s lap, yet Rory never stopped working me between my legs even as I collapsed onto the couch cushion. I knew I should be ashamed. Instead, I felt aglow, cherished and spoiled. “May I?” Rory said, working me with his fingers until I was twisting away from his persistent touch, so overwhelmed by the glut of sensation that it was more than I could stand.

I nodded, and I even reached for his zipper, freeing his erection into my hands, smooth and hot. He felt so fever-hot, that silken flesh wrapped around an iron hard erection. I wanted it, felt a need for him so fierce it almost scared me. “The boys got you warmed up, now it’s my turn to finish the job,” Rory said. The other two grumbled or made remarks I couldn’t quite hear. He laid me down on the couch and climbed on top. He notched the head of his erection at the entrance of my soaking pussy. This was no gradual entry, no gentle and slow penetration to let my body get used to him. This was Rory, brash and eager. He thrust into me with a suddenness, a swift plunge that spoke of his impatience and need. I rocked up to meet him, my arm around his shoulders. He rutted in me; told me I was beautiful and wet and perfect. The pleasure built in me and he caught my clit with the pad of his thumb as he withdrew from me, making me come again sharp and sweet.

He finished inside me, a hot spurt as he ground out my name. When he withdrew, I turned my head to the side and saw Jeremy and Darren watching us. My nipples hardened again under their eyes, my sex clenching with need. Darren got to his feet as Rory went to clean up. He looked down at me appraisingly and then curved his hand between my legs as if possessively informing me that my pussy was his now. I was still trembling from my climax, his brother’s seed on my thighs, and he was claiming me. Darren dipped his head and kissed me, soft, gentle kisses that teased me. I rocked into his hand experimentally and found that it felt way too good. I ground my clit against the heel of his hand for the pressure. He lifted an eyebrow at me. I wanted to plead but there were no words for what I wanted.

Darren’s whole body was huge. I knew his cock would be the biggest I’d ever seen or felt. The size of his writs, his hands gave it away. My eyes fell to his crotch where the outline of his erection showed thick as a pipe. I clenched involuntarily at the sight. I reached for the front of his jeans.

“Greedy girl. You want more?” he asked in that low, deep voice that cut right through me. I nodded enthusiastically that, yes, I did want another turn. He’d bear me down into the cushions with his bulk and crush me, I knew it. I shivered with anticipation. Then just as I wondered what position would be the best, the safest for us with our serious size differential, Jeremy stepped in to solve the problem.

“Here,” he said, settling on the couch behind me, “lie back against me. There you go,” he said as I turned to lean against his chest. Jeremy reached around and fondled my breasts, kissed my neck and shoulder. He reached around and rubbed my stomach, opening me with arousal, knowing exactly what he did. He stroked my outer thighs, the curve of my hip. I reached for Darren, “Come to me.” I said, “Please.”

Darren unzipped his fly, and I got a glimpse of what he was packing I spread my legs further apart and Darren made he move. Delving into me and opening me up, grinding and fucking as I gave short, sharp screams of ecstasy. I was coming and coming, unable to stop. I couldn’t catch my breath. My limbs shook and jerked, out of control. He stretched me, his immense size showing me what it meant to be truly stuffed full. I gave a breathless laugh at how exquisite it felt to be filled up completely, especially while Jeremy kissed my mouth and pinched my nipples, making my climax go on and on in a blinding rage until I was afraid I’d faint. With a roar, Darren found his completion inside me and I clenched helplessly as he withdrew from my body.

Unlike Rory, he didn’t hurry to clean up. He collapsed onto the couch, hand around his dick and stroked it a couple of times, more cum trickling out over his fingers where he stroked. My body felt wrecked, my sex swollen and my lips bruised. I leaned my head on Darren’s shoulder so I could catch my breath. Jeremy sat beside me and pulled off his shirt, draped it over me. He pulled me into his arms and held me against his chest, comforting and strong.

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