Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,73
I had my hands full. Two smoldering hot mouths, working me from the front. Licking. Nibbling. Nuzzling…
Ohhhhhhhhh…
And then Brett, doing what he was best at down below. My boy shorts were saturated. He was sucking the juice from me there, and spitting it hotly back into the fabric as he ran his tongue all over the surface in slow, delicious circles…
I was throbbing. Panting. Clawing the backs of two gorgeous heads, as all three of my lovers took my body at once.
“Let’s take this party to the floor,” I gasped, trying my best to keep up the authority in my voice. It was a difficult task, though. Especially when every other part of my body wanted so badly to surrender.
Fifty-Seven
CHASTITY
They gave me exactly what I wanted, only a little differently than I anticipated. And that’s because they devoured me one by one, without even using their hands.
They made me come just as I asked, only they did it three times in slow succession. I climaxed hard against the exquisite pressure of Brett’s face, and my legs weren’t even done shaking yet before Senan was inching my very drenched boy shorts down my quivering thighs.
I lay back, running my hands through his hair as he brought me back to the brink. His beard tickled as always, and I focused on the scratchy yet arousing pleasure it brought me as my hands curled into fists and I came for the second time.
During it all the others kept kissing me… deep, heartfelt kisses that made my very soul ache. They kissed my neck, my shoulders, my breasts too, but nothing could distract me from the heat down below. Senan brought me off with his plunging tongue, then switched with Ander, who was especially careful not to make me too sensitive, too fast.
“MMMmmmmm….”
I moaned loudly, forgetting all about my character. Allowing the boys to enjoy my body, my outfit, my every dirty little asset. Ander took twice as long to bring me back to that edge between pleasure and ecstasy, and the others helped me over by finally, at long last, feeding me their warm, throbbing manhoods.
Ohhhh yes.
I devoured them greedily, lolling my head left and right. Feeling the hands of one pushing the back of my head while I swallowed the other, and then switching again and again.
“What are friends for?” I heard one of them chuckle. And that’s when it hit me — my third great climax of the night. It wracked my body as I writhed between them on the floor. I was sweating through my outfit, my jester’s hat gone, my stockings torn by groping fingers. But I was happy. Oh so gloriously fucking happy.
“Alright,” I heard Ander grunt as he lifted my still-booted feet over his shoulders. “Our turn.”
But halfway through guiding himself against my entrance I placed a boot against his chest and stopped him.
“Nah uh,” I admonished, wagging a finger. “Not yet.”
His face was a mixture of confusion and outrage. “What?” he snarled. “Why not?”
“Because he gets to go first,” I said, pointing to Brett. I smiled up at my blond lover and winked at him. “It’s his birthday, after all.”
Ander paused, considering something invisible. Then, having made his decision: “Bah,” he spat, dropping my legs on either side of his body. “I’m never first.”
His disappointment was palpable. I decided to console him.
“Hey…” I said, crooking a finger. “Come here.”
He leaned over me, leaving us face to face. His body hovered a few inches over mine.
“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride huh?”
The personal trainer seemed confused by my analogy. Instead I took his hand.
“Look, I know you lost deflowering me to a coin toss,” I said sympathetically. “And now Brett’s taking first crack too. But here, what if I told you…”
Pulling gently, I guided his hand between my legs. His fingers played a bit, getting coated in warmth and honey, before I dragged them even further down.
Then I covered his middle finger with mine… and pressed it firmly against my tight little asshole.
“Now this…” I said, teasing him by kissing along the outer edge of his ear. “This could be yours first if you wanted it.”
I saw his whole expression change. He looked suddenly alive and animated.
“Really?” he asked.
I nodded my head. “In time baby,” I said softly. “In time. In fact, maybe it would be better to wait a while. Stretch out the, uh… anticipation.”
His shoulders slumped, but his eyes still held promise. “When exactly?”
I shrugged demurely. “Maybe for the honeymoon?”
“Don’t tease.”
“Who’s teasing?”
“We’d definitely marry you,”