Hank is slower, more tentative. He plays the head of his cock around the rim of my mouth, then slides along the valley of my tongue, brushing the roof of my mouth over and over again. He withdraws, then thrusts in jerky movements, abbreviated and controlled.
I close my lips around him, sucking gently and diverting my breath through my nose. It's easier than I thought it would be, closing the back of my throat so I can still breathe even with his massive manhood threatening to choke me out.
His hands grip my shoulders as he plunges to the back my mouth, holding there, trembling slightly and then calling out, his voice strangled off at the end. I feel my mouth fill with his seed, slippery and salty with something sweet underneath as it slides down the back of my throat. Eagerly I gulp it down, even as he pulls away.
“I'll try to be gentle,” Charlie says, smiling self-consciously as he sidles into place.
He brushes my hair back sweetly, sighing as he slides his dick all the way to the back my throat. I close my lips around him and suck gently, rolling my tongue over the taut skin. His cock is smaller than his brothers, but still bigger than I thought it was going to be. Now I see how well it fits in my mouth, how he responds to the suction by pistoning against it, rolling his hips upward with every stroke, cradling the back of my neck for balance.
Suddenly he pulls out, the head of his dick popping against my lips with a lurid sound. His come dribbles across my chin and down my neck, sliding between my tits in my tank top.
“Shit, that's hot,” he murmurs as he backs away. I want to say something, but there's no time.
Tim and Tom line up in front of me. The angle toward each other so I'm looking at both dicks at once.
“Wait…” I object.
Tim strokes my cheek.
“Just open your mouth, honey,” he instructs me. “We’ll do the rest. Trust me on this.”
Obediently I force myself to open my mouth. I have no idea how I'm going to do this but he's right. They slip around each other as both of their cocks stuff their way past my tongue, past my teeth. I try to relax and open my mouth further, but I am being wedged apart anyway, invaded, blinded by the mass of them. I reach around and hold on, falling back toward the sofa as they drill my face, taking of me whatever I can give them.
Just when I think I'm about to suffocate or choke, they both come, their seed mingling, splashing out the corners of my mouth. When they withdraw, my jaw is sore and I rub it self-consciously.
“Oh, sweetie, that hurt you? So sorry about that,” Tom whispers. “But fuck, that was amazing. That was…”
“Amazing,” Tim repeats, his voice a thickened, satisfied sigh.
Wobbling, I try to stand up. My fingers find the chenille of the sofa as I gather myself, smiling though my lips feel cracked and raw, and my throat is already aching.
But they can't take their eyes off me now. Though they looked like they were ready to eat me before, they look absolutely worshipful right now. Like I could ask them to do anything for me. Like I could send them on any kind of mission, any kind of quest.
What I see in their eyes is absolute devotion, like nothing I've ever felt before.
Chapter 9
Stan
I wake up at dawn, eager to start my day. After puttering around the shed, I find an extra set of rubber boots, some work gloves, and some pruners.
As slowly as I can, I trudge through the orchard. Inspecting the trees as I walk by, I bounce fruit against the palm my hand like we do, to gauge the water content. Apples are mostly water, and just like grapes, that's a way you can tell when they're ready other than color.
But when I see the roof line of the cabin come into view, I get that feeling in my gut again. That tight clench. That twisting.
I want to hurry but force myself not to. I don't want to seem too eager. Don't want to seem too into her just yet.
But there's something about her, that's for sure. She's soft, but brave. I see her thinking over her options sometimes, puzzling whether to retreat or advance. And she always seems to pick advance as her strategy. She just marches on forward into the future.
She's my kind of girl, definitely.
And so far, all the guys are on board. Even Hank, who pretends to be shy or something, he's into her. I can tell. At least the way he had his dick in her mouth, he sure seemed like he liked her.
Makes me wonder if we could have had somebody perfect j
ust dropped into our laps, just like that. Does the universe work that way? It sure hasn't in the past. When Tim and Tom brought home their cheerleader girlfriend, they almost had me convinced she was a godsend. She was like an angel. But no, she was just a temporary tease. We barely got her broken in before she ran off to college.
I felt cheated, to be honest. I told the guys it was to be expected, that every relationship can't just work out, just like that. Especially not with what we are trying to put together here. Things can’t always just be perfect.