Kemp’s cock was bigger than Gus’s. Thicker. While Gus’s was darker colored, Kemp’s was pale, like him. The crown was flared wide, pre-cum slipping from the slit in a steady stream. When he stepped close, I stuck out my tongue, licked it up. Tangy, salty flavor burst on my tongue.
His hips bucked and I opened my mouth to take the head in. It was warm against my tongue, hard, yet the skin was silky soft. Kemp stroked back my hair as I looked up at him. His jaw was clenched tight, but a smile formed on his lips. His pale eyes were heated and I knew I made quite the sight. His dick in my mouth as Poe opened a condom, the crinkly sound of the wrapper and the sound of my slurping tongue the only sounds in the room. Except when I pulled in my cheeks and sucked, then Kemp growled. A burst of pre-cum coated my tongue and I swallowed it down.
Poe’s hands settled on my hips, anchoring me in place as he pressed into me, only an inch or so. I clenched and squeezed, wanting more.
“I’m big, sweetheart. Ready to take all of me?” Poe asked.
I couldn’t turn my head to look at him, my mouth full of Kemp.
“She’ll take all of you, Poe,” Kemp assured him. “She’s only taking the tip now, but she can take more. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
I wiggled my hips as much as I could, eager for Poe to slide deep. Same with Kemp, I wanted him to fill my mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Gus said. “With three men, you’ll get more than just the tip.” I felt a finger tap at my back entrance. Gus’s finger. Oh god. Nerve endings that had yet to be awakened flared to life. I moaned around Kemp’s dick. “In every hole.”
As Poe slid deep, filling me with every huge inch and Poe cupping my nape and feeding me all those thick inches of meat, Gus’s finger circled and pressed against my ass.
I wasn’t used to so many hands, so many dicks, it was overwhelming. The feelings and sensations with three men’s attentions focused on me was incredible.
Poe bottomed out, his thighs pressing against mine. I felt so full. And then he began to move, sliding out so I was almost empty, as if it was only my pussy lips clinging to him that kept him inside, then he thrust hard.
I moaned again and Kemp began to fuck my mouth, carefully going deeper and deeper each time. I kept my eyes on him and he was watching me carefully, seeing how far he could go. I couldn’t move my head to work him. Instead, he fucked my mouth as Poe fucked my pussy. Each deep penetration had Poe’s balls slapping my sensitive clit.
“She’s going to come. Aren’t you?” Kemp asked, his hips moving a little faster. He barely touched the back of my throat. For someone on the brink of coming himself, he had tight rein on his motions.
“Her pussy’s clenching so hard on my dick,” Poe said on a growl.
Gus’s finger breached my ass; the slight burn of it combined with the dark bliss of pleasure pushed me over the edge.
I came, my body jerking but not moving in their tight hold. I cried out, but my mouth was full of dick. My nipples pebbled to hard points, my skin bloomed with sweat. My pussy and ass clenched down, hard, in carnal ripples, wanting Poe deeper, to remain as far in me as possible. For Gus to slide his finger in even farther, to make everything so tight.
Kemp’s fingers tightened on my neck as he pressed deep and groaned. His dick swelled and he pulled back. “Open.”
I did as he commanded, even as the pleasure still coursed through me. He painted my tongue with his cum, his eyes glued to how he was filling my mouth.
Poe’s loud slaps of flesh on flesh came right before I felt his fingers tighten on my hips. He roared as he held himself deep. I couldn’t feel his cum coating me, for the condom did its job. While it was a thoughtful precaution, I ached to have him mark me, to coat me with his cum, to feel it slipping out of me, knowing there was too much of it to fit, especially the way his dick crammed me so full.
I whimpered when Gus slipped his finger from my ass.
Kemp’s hand slid around and cupped my chin. I looked up at him and Gus. “Swallow.”
I followed Kemp’s command and closed my mouth, took his big load into my belly while his flavor lingered on my tongue.
Gus stripped in record time as Poe pulled out, dropped himself on the bed beside me, his big size making the bed dip. “Toss me a condom, Poe.”
I sat back on my heels. My pussy was swollen and a little sore, but I knew I wasn’t done. I didn’t want to be.
Poe’s hand slid down my back and he turned my head to kiss me. He was gentle, his tongue almost playful in comparison to Kemp’s rough kiss from earlier. “So sweet,” he murmured, tucking my sweaty hair behind my ear.
“Come to me, pixie. Take my dick for a ride,” Gus said.
I pulled back from Poe’s kiss, met his blue eyes for a moment. He nodded, then helped me move so I was straddling Gus’s waist, his condom-covered dick sticking straight up in the air. He’d just come and yet was ready again.
He grinned up at me.
That was the guy I remembered, the one I’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The beard, of course, made him look older, but it seemed as if no time had passed.
Oh, I’d put on some weight. My boobs had gotten bigger and my hips wider. I had some wrinkles and definitely some cellulite. But they’d said nothing, hadn’t mentioned any of my flaws. It was as if they didn’t see any of them.