She opened her mouth, and then opened it even wider when she felt the shock of lubricant being drizzled over her asshole. Then a moment later, a third cock — Finn’s — prodded at her tightest opening.
Something struck her — none of them needed condoms. Not only had their bloodwork been clear, but furthermore, none of them had been with anyone before. There was something so romantic about all four of them stepping into the unknown together.
‘You ready?’
So many images flashed through her head. All the times she’d spent with the Healys over the years. All the times she’d dreamed about seeing them again, all the times she’d spent touching herself, fantasizing about them touching her, and her touching them.
‘I’m so ready,’ she said, parting her lips.
Then, as one, all three of them entered her.
They were gentle to begin with. Finn was the most cautious, gently testing the limits of her butt. As Finn and Conor worked together, slipping farther into her, she kissed the tip of Shay’s dick, then welcomed him into her mouth. He tasted good — earthy and masculine. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, and as he pushed deeper into her she groaned with pleasure… and the whole of Conor’s cock thrust into her.
‘You feel so good,’ Conor growled. As he pulled his dick slowly out of her, Finn pushed in, hitting some secret part inside her, making her squirm with delight. The twins worked in perfect unison, and as Shay started to hungrily fuck her mouth, she felt herself slipping into a trance of pleasure.
There was nothing she could do except submit — submit to the demands of all three cocks, give herself over to being the Healys’ plaything, give in to the sensations that her body was experiencing, over and over.
The intensity grew. She was lost in it — the rhythm of the brothers as they started to pound into her. She felt all of it, every inch of every one of them. Not just their cocks as they plundered her. Not just their hands as they explored her. But every part of them. Their thighs and their stomachs. Their mouths, tongues, teeth, lips. It was like she’d been swallowed up by one giant entity — a pleasure machine that wanted to use her up and make her come, and come, and come again.
And she did. As each climax ended, something new started her up the slope to the next peak of pleasure. A flick of a tongue, a squeeze of a finger, a nibble of a tooth. There were so many sensations to choose from.
‘Fuck,’ Shay said, his cock swelling in her mouth. She was desperate to take him even deeper in, but he was so big she was struggling. But the struggle was, in itself, heavenly. She wanted to prove to him just how much she wanted him, just how much of a part of the relationship he was.
‘Not yet, Shay,’ Finn grunted, ‘just hold on a little more.’
‘I’m OK,’ he said, slowing for a moment, ‘I’ve got this.’
It made Tammy feel so good to know that Shay enjoyed fucking her mouth. She wanted to give him herself so fully.
‘Fuck,’ growled Conor, ‘I’m so close.’
Tammy’s eyes widened. She wanted them all, all of their cum, all of it in her. And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, it happened.
‘Me too,’ Finn grunted. ‘Shay?’
‘Fuck yeah,’ Shay practically shouted.
Then, they emptied themselves in her. With three distinct, passionate groans, all three cocks throbbed in her — filling her entirely. As they came, Tammy’s eyelids fluttered as her pussy throbbed one more time, launching her into an electric cloud of impossible ecstasy.
They breathed together. They laughed together. They lay together.
*
Shay Healy loved driving. There was nothing like being in control of a car, guiding a vehicle down the long, winding Texan roads.
The weird thing is, Shay Healy hadn’t really ever much cared for driving until he’d shared his feelings with Tammy and his brothers. Before the trip to Disney World, he’d always found it kinda dull. Always preferred to travel on his own two feet rather than four wheels.
Now that he thought about it, there were quite a few things that he’d started to really appreciate over the past few days, that he’d never really cared for in the past.
The sound of birds, for instance. Turns out that birdsong is actually pretty… pretty. And flowers smelled really feckin’ good. It had been at a quick-serve pizza place at Epcot in Disney World that Shay had smelled something incredible.
‘What is that?’ he’d asked.
Tammy had looked at him with this beautiful smile. ‘A rose, silly.’
‘Wait, roses actuallydosmell sweet?’
Tammy laughed. ‘Of course they do.’