I pop off Tank’s dick and let him scoot over so Purge can sit beside us. I can’t wait to see the video he’s capturing. The thrill that it sends through me is unbelievable and Winger has to ease up so I can get my bearings. It’s only a second before we’ll be back to pleasing one another.
Purge leans back on the arm without the camera and says, “Why don’t you show the camera how good you take my cock?”
I lean his direction, tease my tongue over the tip, and start to sink onto him when Winger gets me to the point of no return. I was too distracted and didn’t realize I was so close. My breaths are heavy and I can’t keep good suction. I give up, rest my forehead on his chest, and let my body unravel.
Purge says, “I would complain that you messed things up, but that’s even better. Keep doing that back there, Winger.” Purge has the camera low, catching my face.
He continues, “Watching you come, fuck, we should have been doing this long ago. Tank, help me prop her up, and Money, keep that mouth open. We’re going to get somemoney shots.”
The warmth of Winger’s huff warms my sex as the guys laugh at his joke. They lift me enough, I can get my arm back under me. I’m too sex-drunk to think about what they’re doing.
Purge starts stroking his cock furiously, and Tank does the same. I’ve needed another session like this for far too long, which is apparent as Winger’s tongue teases every last hint of orgasm from me.
It doesn’t take long for me to catch on though as Purge shoots his load into my mouth, or at least partially in my mouth. Spurts of his seed coat my cheeks, my t-shirt, and Tank and his own bare legs since they’re sitting so close together.
Tank groans, bucks against his hand, and catches me from the other side.
Winger gave me a reprieve and rests his head on my hip so he can watch.
I lick my lips, taking in their combined salty release.
I’m about to crumple into them when Winger stands and balances me against his body. “You ready to take it where it counts, Sweet Pea.”
“Since when do you have to ask?” I wiggle my ass against him. The stair height helps balance our height difference nicely.
He chuckles. “I guess we should have known we’d have our work cut out keeping you satisfied when you tricked us into your first time.”
Tank rubs his thumb over the cum on my cheek then wipes it on his leg. “I’ll never forget what a bad virgin you were.”
We share a laugh but Winger uses the broken tension to slide his cock into me.
Catching my breath, I manage one more bit of fun. “But at least you were game to spend the rest of the night fucking the bad virgin right out of me.”
“Oh yeah, we made sure there was none of that bad virgin left.” Purge tries to sound serious.
“Nothing like making sure the job is done.” Winger firms his grip on my hips and thrusts, completing me in the way only these guys can.
When my body milks him for every last bit of baby sauce, we crumple into a mess on the steps and I’m surrounded with happiness.
“I love you all so much.”
They share my sentiment, then Tank adds. “Merry Christmas, Tiny. You’re the best present ever.”
Low, sincere voices of agreement fill my ears while hands tighten around me. I drift off to sleep in my favorite place…in a tangle of their bodies where all of my cares fade away because we’re one.
And we lived happily ever after!