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I’m tempted to drop to my knees, but movement out the back of the house draws my attention. Calvin has moved closer. He’s on the back porch, his hands on an Adirondack chair, and he’s smirking. Christ, that’s seductive.
He lifts one hand and motions with his fingers for me to come outside. I doubt he’s a good guy in this scenario.
Travis circles the far side of the chair, and I plan an escape, darting toward the front door. I throw it open and Jack steps out from behind a bush, rapidly approaching the door. The fire in his eyes is to die for.
But crap. There are so many of them. I detour to the stairs, grabbing the spindles so I don’t overshoot. Travis’s hand clamps over one of mine, his body presses into me from behind and my cheek hits our hands. Then he slaps my other hand back on the spindle.
Jack circles around us and runs onto the stairs, resting one knee on a higher step as he reaches over the rail and grabs my hair, forcing me to face his crotch.
“Hold this hand,” Travis says to Jack, who complies, keeping me in place. Travis uses his now free hand to lift my skirt and promptly bites my ass.
“Help me, Doug!” I scream, hoping I read his role correctly.
“He can’t help. You’re ours now,” Jack says while I hear a zipper being lowered behind me, followed by Travis shoving his pants down.
My eyes dart down to the outline of Jack’s long, cock against his jeans. My panties are officially drenched.
“You want a closer look at my cock?”
“You can’t make me.” The crazy thing is I want them to make me. I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life.
“Leave my wife alone.” Big D rushes in from the side, but Calvin knocks him into the wall.
That was rough. But he saidwifeand I can’t get past it. My heart is about to explode. My pussy quivers at the thought of being married to them. The dream, the distant reality.
“Sit down and watch your wife take a real man’s cock.” That’s Calvin slinging Doug into a chair. Then Calvin pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I’ll make sure the neighbors can’t hear.”
Seconds later, Springsteen’sSanta Claus is Coming to Townfills the house.
Jack lets go of my hair and Travis has taken control of both of my hands again. Jack strips his shirt then the rest of his clothes. His erection slaps his abs.
He positions himself on the stair so his cock is in my face and re-grabs my hair to make sure I see it. God, he’s a work of art.
Travis slides his cock back and forth underneath me as Jack fists his cock, positions it between the spindles, and slaps it against my face, rubbing the tip over my lips. The salty pre-cum teases my tongue, the scent infiltrates my nose. I try to turn away but he won’t let me.
I struggle but it’s useless.
“Take a good look. When I’m done with your mouth, I’ll flip you around and sink balls-deep into your cunt. Now open up like a good girl.”
Without thinking, without resisting, I do. Dang it.
Jack slides in and out. Our hands cushion my face from the wooden spindles. I try not to moan in pleasure. My acting skills are getting a workout.
“Don’t you dare move your hand.” Travis waits for me to mumble agreement around Jack’s cock before releasing one of my hands.
In one swift motion, he’s using it to shove his cock into me. Two at a time. I love this. And I don’t want to break anyone’s cock, which I guess could happen, so I don’t resist.
“I told you we’d have fun.” Travis is right. The game is over. I’m not resisting. I’m loving every minute of their attention. Even poor fake husband Doug, who’s forced to watch instead of participate.
I moan and cry against Jack’s shaft.
“Look how hot your wife is, getting double-teamed.”
I’m confused by a scream from the front door while Calvin’s bossing Doug.
“Stop that.”
Oh no, it’s my mom.
