he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “All three of us. Together.”
“I know you would.”
“We’d find someone to perform the ceremony,” said Ander. “Or shit, maybe we’d just perform it ourselves. Or even—”
I kissed him hard, wrapping my legs around him for a moment. I could feel the pulsations of his throbbing member, jutting against my belly. More than ever, I wanted it in me.
“I know you would,” I repeated, my eyes deeply serious. “And that’s what I love about you.”
I pushed again, this time more firmly. For a second, the first part of his middle digit penetrated my nether-region, eliciting a gasp of excitement on my end… and a distinct gleam in the eye, on Ander’s.
“You’ll get first crack at this,” I whispered huskily. “I promise.”
“It would only be fair,” he murmured, “considering I lost the coin toss last time.”
“Don’t fret. It’ll be worth it, from what I understand.”
“From what you understand?”
“Well I’m not a guy obviously,” I said, “but from what I hear…”
I kissed him harder, excited by the prospect. It was a private moment. A secret covenant, between the two of us.
“And you’ve never—”
“Nope,” I smiled wantonly. “Never. Totally uncharted territory.”
“I like that,” Ander smiled. “I like that a lot.”
I winked back at him as he climbed reluctantly from between my legs, passing me ankle-by-ankle over to the birthday boy. As Brett surged forward, plunging his way inside me, I grabbed Ander’s head and put my lips right up against his exposed ear.
“I thought you might.”
Fifty-Eight
CHASTITY
They plundered me like pirates. Divided me like spoils. I was the golden treasure to be shared between them, to be reveled in, to be cherished and made theirs.
And I wanted nothing more than to always be theirs.
Brett took me savagely in my Harley Quinn cosplay, screwing me with all the innocent desperation that came with fulfilling some comic book fantasy. To tell the truth, I could totally relate. I could imagine one or more of them dressing up like Conan the Barbarian. Carrying me off and ravaging me in ways only a barbarian horde could.
Mmmmmm…
Senan pushed down on my shoulders, screwing me even harder into his friend. I turned my head and began blowing him, enjoying the distinct pleasure that came with their pleasure. The not-so-subtle feel of being used and dominated; of surrendering my body wholly and completely to the goal of getting them off. Of making them explode into me, onto me, all over me…
“Somebody take her before I lose it.”
Brett was panting like a dog in heat as he passed me to Ander, who took his place so effortlessly we never broke rhythm. I was still blowing Senan wildly. Looking up past his dark tattoos and into his piercing eyes, the connection between us telling the story of just how hard I wanted him to fuck me next.
They flipped me over. Dogged me bent over the cushions of the couch, my face buried in a throw-pillow, crying tears of happiness. I screamed as they plowed me deeper and harder, their fingers digging into the supple flesh of my exposed ass. I was being fucked so hard I couldn’t even think straight. My mind so flooded with pleasure, I felt my body going numb.
Holy shit…
Again they switched up, and each change brought fresh new energy to the array of sex acts being performed on my writhing, sweating body. I was spitroasted between Ander and Brett. Made to ride Senan, bouncing happily off his deeply-embedded thickness while the others stood over me, taking turns using my mouth. Everything between us was feverish and frenzied. Dirty and filthy and oh so fucking hot.
I came thunderously, grinding hard against a beautifully-muscled torso while screaming into another one. I was too delirious to know who was who. Too drunk on my own lust to even care. Someone pulled my hair and I came again: two distinct and separate orgasms ripping through my body. They left me shuddering and in tears. Shaking from the adrenaline and euphoria, until someone else reached out to pull me in their direction next.
Two hands lifted me into a chair, planting me onto another steel-like rod that throbbed and pulsed inside me. Eventually I opened my eyes. Brett had me in his arms, rocking me gently forward and back as my body recovered.
“You okay?”
I shook my head no, but smiled ‘yes’ at the same time. “I’ll be okay,” I sighed happily. “Eventually. I hope.”
He slowed down, moving his hands more lovingly over my nakedness. The angle of