Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,63

that you need to be sober to do it,” I chuckled, “but pretty soon nobody’s going to be able to even bait a hook.”

Nobody answered. Everyone — including the kitten — remained pleasantly motionless.

“If you don’t want to go fishing, I vote you take me out for ice cream,” I announced. “It’s hot in here, and I could really go for some.”

Senan met me halfway, taking the beers from my hand. He set them down on a side table and slid both hands over my ass.

“I can only think of one way you’re not going to distract us tonight.”

He kissed me so hard I actually whimpered, his hands clawing my ass with such possessiveness it left absolutely no question as to who owned it. I was suddenly breathless. Instantly wet.

Ohhh… wow.

Then his hands slid down my pants and my whole body melted into him.

“Still wanna go out for ice cream?” he asked teasingly. “Come to think of it, I think Brett has some in the freezer.”

“I do,” Brett chimed in. He rose to slide in behind me. “Of course, we could forget about fishing, forget about going out…”

His mouth nuzzled my neck, tracing a wet line along my shoulder that left me shivering all over.

“… and we could stay in and ravage you instead.”

Ravage me. The words were hotter than hell. They invoked images that were so strong, so filthy, I wanted them more than anything.

“Hmmm…” I teased, moaning into Senan’s mouth. “What flavor you got in the freezer?”

Another hand clapped itself over my ass so abruptly I jumped and gasped.

“Strawberry blonde,” said Ander, closing in tightly from the other side.

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CHASTITY

“Alright… who’s next?”

Ander withdrew from me, his naked body sweating profusely, his spent manhood still long and thick even after his roaring orgasm. It glistened in the firelight, with his juices and mine. Down between my legs though…

Down between my legs I was full.

Brett spun me his way, lifting one leg over his shoulder to take his place between my thighs. He pushed the bulbous head through my tender folds, which were already warm and wet and welcoming…

“Look at her, she’s a mess.”

I grabbed his ass tightly, pulling him into me. Reveling in how good it felt to have him spear me deep, taking the place Ander had just withdrawn from.

“God,” he gasped, his eyes unfocusing a little as the heat and pleasure of being inside me washed over his brain. “She’s like a million degrees, too.”

One stroke became two, then four, then six. In no time he was pumping away, driving his big dick deep into my body. Screwing me as I lay back and whimpered, my wet lips and open mouth waiting for whoever came next.

It had been like this all night: ever since they’d abandoned their plans to go fishing and gathered every one of the pillows and blankets in the center of the floor. They took turns feeding the fire, and the heat felt absolutely orgasmic against my naked skin. They also took turns feeding me, one by one. Kneeling beside my head, sometimes two at a time. Driving their warm, swollen manhoods into my wet, willing mouth.

“This is insane,” Brett grunted, rolling his hips on the downstroke. “It’s never felt this good,” he breathed, “this so fucking amazing…”

I was on my back, my head lolled to the side, as I had been for the past half hour. I sucked them greedily, at all different angles. Gripping them. Guiding them…

And through it all, the non-stop fucking. The feeling of being constantly penetrated, of spreading my legs. The friction of a hard shaft gliding in and out, burying itself achingly deep inside me. Hands on my breasts. Cupping. Grabbing. Thumbing my nipples, or rolling them between fingers.

Oh my God…

The guys, switching off. Each taking their own glorious turn between my thighs. And I was so wet. Dripping wet, saturated, the blanket beneath me soaked with my own arousal.

And now, also with the significant deposit Ander had just given me… and soon enough, the ones I’d drain from Brett and Senan, as well.

“Mmmpph…” I moaned uncontrollably. “Fuck…”

I was sweating. Gasping. Whimpering softly. Nuzzling against the hands caressing my face, guiding me from one big dick to the next. I was screwing back against Brett. Sucking Senan deep into my throat, when suddenly

SLAP!

Brett’s hand came down on my ass, hard enough to sting like crazy. I pulled Senan away, just long enough to look down. The pain was pleasure. The sting was exquisite, especially against the heat of the