Gus was more ripped than I remembered. A smattering of dark hair on his chest was new. He’d been bare before, only a thin line running from his navel down to the thatch at the base of his dick. He had muscles now, a six-pack of abs that indicated he worked out, and often.
Eager, I lifted up on my knees and hovered over him, then lowered myself down, took him deep.
“Oh fuck, pixie,” he murmured when I was sitting once again upon his thighs, this time with him buried inside me.
I couldn’t remain still, so I moved, lifted and lowered, circled and rocked.
“That pussy’s heaven, isn’t it, Gus?” P
oe asked. He was on his way back from the bathroom after disposing of the condom. I stopped moving and stared.
Poe was naked, and I finally got a glimpse of every inch of him. So big. Thickly muscled, dark hair on his arms and legs, a smattering on his chest. His cock pointed right at me, rock hard.
“This is our second chance, Parker,” Gus said, and I looked back at him.
My hair slid over my shoulders and brushed the top of my breasts.
“I think Kemp may be right,” I said, smiling at him.
He arched a dark brow. “Oh?”
“I think your dick is the smallest.”
He gripped my hips then, held me in place. “Kemp, go get that plug you bought at the store. Our girl is a little too sassy for her own good.”
My mouth opened, but he hooked a hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. His dick might be buried to the hilt in my pussy, but this was our first kiss in ten years. I remembered his lips, his taste, but the beard was new. I circled my hips as we kissed and kissed, my breasts mashed against his chest.
It was only when I felt a cold drizzle of liquid between my parted bottom cheeks did I lift my head. I looked over my shoulder. Kemp held up a butt plug. Turquoise and silicone. “Ever had something in your ass, baby girl?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied as his finger worked the lube over my crinkled hole. Instinctively, I tried to keep him out.
Poe, who’d been standing next to Kemp and watching, spanked me. “Let him in.”
Of course, that only made me clench more and Gus hissed. “I’m dying here. I need to fuck her.”
Kemp dropped the plug and grabbed a different one from the bedside table. This wasn’t a plug, but a toy. A long line of silicone with little beads placed every inch or so, getting progressively larger until the end where there was a ring. A pull ring to hook a finger in to tug the beads out.
I clenched again.
“Fuck.” Gus gripped my hips and fucked me, lifting and lowering me as he thrust up. He wasn’t gentle and my breasts bounced. After, god, I had no idea how long, he stopped and I could catch my breath. I was close to coming, my clit rubbing against him as I moved, but it hadn’t been quite enough.
“Now deal with her sass,” he said, voice ragged, sweat dotting his brow. His face was flushed and he looked like a god. One with a big dick and also the one I’d teased.
And now more lube was being drizzled over my back entrance and worked in, followed by the beads. After the first one went in, I gasped. Gus pulled me down for a kiss and I knew this position gave Kemp a better angle to work my bottom.
I’d felt full with Gus’s dick in me, but now, the beads, as Kemp pushed the next one carefully in, stretched me. More and then more still until another one silently popped within. The beads, along with Gus, made me feel so full.
Gus kissed away my whimpers, my moans as I took each and every one of those beads. I could only imagine what Kemp and Poe were seeing, how I’d not only swallowed up Gus’s dick, but a row of silicone beads, too.
“Will we ever be able to curb your sass?” Poe asked, stroking back my hair.
“Doubtful,” I replied.
Kemp gave a quick tug and one of the beads popped out. I gasped, arched my back and clenched.
“Oh my god,” I moaned.
Gus grinned. “Maybe another orgasm will get you compliant.”