“I know,” Reggie says gruffly. Did I do the wrong thing suggesting him? Is his kind and compassionate nature making this hard for him? His hand strokes my ass and back as he pushes. I’m clenched with nerves, but his soothing caresses help me to relax, and when he’s finally easing inside me, I’m boneless with pleasure. Oh… so this is why people do this. The rawness. The feeling of being filled completely, of being owned.
Hunter withdrew from my mouth while Reggie took my focus, but his hand on my cheek asks me if I’m ready. I am. When I open my mouth for him, there’s a collective groan. Sean’s hand grips my breast, his teeth gritted with pleasure as Reggie moves inside me.
What must it feel like for him? Tight and hot, the intensity of feeling another man moving against him with just a thin barrier between them. When Sean begins to shift his hips, too, the sensations build. I moan, and Hunter groans as the vibrations stimulate his cock, and suddenly, he’s letting go in my mouth, his thighs tense and his grip on my hair intensifying.
“Fuck,” Sean says as I swallow Hunter down. “Fuck.” Inside me, his cock swells, and he throws back his head, filling me with everything he has, and as Reggie’s movements begin to get more frantic, I know I’m going to come too. All it will take is fingers on my clit, but I don’t have to ask. Someone’s parts my labia and presses hard, and I’m propelled into the kind of orgasm I hadn’t even imagined would be possible.
“Shit,” Sean says, as I collapse onto his chest, making a noise that doesn’t even sound human. Somewhere between Hunter, Reggie, and Sean, I’ve become a feral animalistic thing. I don’t even care when the two cocks that had speared me slip out, followed by enough cum to slick my thighs together. I don’t care when I’m rolled gently to my back, and someone thoughtfully attempts to clean me up with a damp cloth. John bends to kiss me, his lips so soft and teasing that my mind continues to drift somewhere in the stratosphere. My arms are lifted, and hands wrapped around searingly hot, rigid cocks, already slick with their own arousal. Between my legs, a tongue teases my clit that is now painfully swollen, and I cry out against John’s mouth, torn between the pain and the pleasure that I know lurks behind it. “It’s okay,” John whispers. “Daryl knows what he’s doing.”
So it’s Daryl who’s trying to murder me with his mouth, Daryl who’s trying to coax another impossible orgasm from my body in a way that feels like the best kind of torture. Or maybe he’s just getting ready to push his big cock into my pussy. Doesn’t he know I’m already as wet as a river? Doesn’t he know that I can take him and his brothers?
My body thrums with power and strength, confidence and conviction. We can do this. I can do this. I’m not the Maggie who was desperate for affection anymore. I’m not the Maggie who worried about everything.
These men are showing me that I’m the center of their world. They’re proving to me that a lifestyle I thought could never be possible can actually be the very thing that makes me whole. My body is open to these men to use for their pleasure because I can feel how carefully they are treating me and how much they want to make this the best experience. Every touch is just the right mixture of careful and sexy. Every word uttered is designed to make me feel comfortable and aroused. As Daryl pushes inside me, groaning like he’s already close, I feel laughter bubbling up inside me. John must feel my smile against his lips because he gazes down at me with eyes that are dancing with happiness. “Does that feel good?”
I glance between the triplets, who are the ones who surround me, Donovan to my left and Dwayne to my right while Daryl kneels between my legs, clutching my knees as my ankles rest over his shoulder. I blink because it’s almost like one of those mirror illusions that you see at funfairs, where just one person can make multiple reflections. Except these are three real identical men who are fucking me. “It feels amazing,” I tell John.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he tells me. “I’ve thought about it so much, remembering what it was like to have your legs wrapped around my waist.”
“I’ve thought about it too. About all of you. Ever since I found out about Danna and heard you talking in the kitchen. It’s been driving me crazy, wondering what this would be like.”
“And now you know,” he says softly.
His hand slides over my breast and lower until his thick finger rests just above my clit. Suddenly, Gordon is there, his rough beard scratching against my stomach and higher as he takes my nipple into his hot mouth. The sheer power and strength of them all surrounding me is enough to make me lightheaded. Forget the sensations that are assailing me from Daryl’s long, hard cock. When John squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger, I buck with the shock of a knife-sharp orgasm that brings tears to my eyes. Daryl can’t hold on any longer and groans his release. Donovan and Dwayne come hard, too, filling my palms with their hot cum and falling back onto the blanket on either side of me like tumbling dominos. There’s no rest between the triplets and the next group of men. They’re lined up, ready to fill me, and I’m starting to feel crazy with it.