9. Thalassa #2
One of Dean’s fingers slides out of my pussy and into my ass, and I jolt from the overload of it. I never knew I’d be into that, but oh my god, it feels so good that my eyes roll back.
“Think she’d like a good spanking?” Colin asks out of nowhere.
I lost track of him when the other two started in on me. He stands at the foot of the bed, an oddly shaped pillow in his hands.
“She likes stimulation in the area,” Dean says right before going deeper there. I moan louder—can’t help it. “I think she might.”
Colin’s hand traces up my ankle. “What about it, sweets? You up for something different?”
But I’m so close right now. “Don’t wanna stop.”
His laugh is dark and deep. Foreboding. “We aren’t stopping. Just changing the beat. Guys.”
They part ways, reluctantly, leaving me twitchy and desperate and whimpering. Colin lays the pillow onto the bed. “Come here.”
“But I was so close!”
“Oh, is she gonna pout now?” He grins for a flash, before his face goes completely serious. “Come.”
There’s no debating that tone. I’m crawling to him before I can even think of what I’m doing.
“Lie down on this, tits into the divots, that’s right. Hips go there…”
The pillow leaves me completely vulnerable. My ass is in the air, pussy on display at this angle, my head lower with my forehead on part of the pillow, and there’s even spots for my knees, and little handlebars for me to grip. My whole body is supported, weightless. Open.
Colin massages my ass cheeks with his thumbs, fingertips on my hips, spreading me even wider. The air conditioning hits my hot wetness and I shiver. “We’ll start slow. Giraffe, remember?”
“Yeah.”
He swats me once. Not hard. Just enough to get my attention. “Yes, sir. Not, yeah .”
I swallow. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s have some fun.” He rubs his hands where he swatted me, then does it again, harder. It stings, but only a little. Between the pillow’s support and letting him take the reins, something in me starts to unwind.
His hand slides over my pussy, and I shudder, the pleasure intense. When he swats me again, it hurts more, making me gasp. “Hurts more with a wet hand, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
A barrage of smacks come down on me, right at the crease where my ass meets my thigh. Each one reverberates deep into my core, lighting me up in a new way. I can’t keep up. I can’t breathe. I can’t hold still anymore. I keep rocking back to meet his hand.
“The neck,” he says.
Next thing I know, one of the others straps a belt around my neck. It’s attached to the pillow. I can’t rock back anymore. I’m stuck, taking Colin’s spanking as I shake, on the verge of an orgasm.
“Please,” I whisper.
The spanking stops. “Please, what?”
“Please let me come.”
The spanking resumes, harder now. Right on that same spot, each hit like an echo against my pussy, driving me closer, higher.
Tic lies next to me, and Dean must be on my other side, because there are hands trailing up and down my back now. Tic brushes my hair with his fingers. “You’re right on that edge again, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I blurt.
“You’re so wet that it’s running down the pillow. I bet there’d be zero resistance if we were to take turns on that pussy, one after the other?—”
“Please fuck me!”
“Aw, where’s the fun in letting it be over so soon?”
“Oh my god,” I whimper. My hands grip the handlebars so tightly that they might cramp at any moment. My whole body feels the same—tense, ready to burst. Heat builds in my core, and I might melt, right here, right now.
And then Colin’s hand is heavier, the pleasure echoing longer inside of me. The spanking feels ethereal, transcendent in some way. I’m floating inside my skin. All of that tension dissipates throughout my body, until suddenly, it coalesces in my cells.
I’m on fire, my orgasm raging through me with every smack of his hand. He’s controlling the tempo, controlling my body completely as my climax soars. My whole body jerks, legs flailing until they’re strapped down too. Colin doesn’t stop, and another orgasm takes hold.
“Release!”
The straps vanish in a flash, and someone mounts me from behind, filling that pulsating spot with their cock. It’s a rough fit, but I need it so bad. Hips drive against my sore backside, our bodies slapping together. I work myself on them. I need another. Right the fuck now.
Someone grabs my hair tight, and my eyes water. It’s Dean, on his knees, condom in place. “Scream for us, pet.”
And I do. Whoever is fucking me dives deep, and I can’t hold it in anymore.
As I scream, Dean shoves his cock into my mouth, and somehow, that’s a relief.
I didn’t know I needed something to suck on, but I did.
The head of his cock nudges the back of my throat, and a little panic tries to rear its ugly head.
I’m safe. This is sex. Nothing scary is happening. I can breathe through my nose just fine.
Hands brace on my hips as someone steps over me, one foot on either side of me. Tic utters, “Can’t neglect this.” Next thing I know, I feel hard pressure at my ass again. Not a finger. “Ready for more?”
I can’t answer more than, “Hmm?”
“Good girl.” He presses deeper as Colin pulls out of my pussy. I’m not sure if this is going to work, but I can’t speak up with a mouthful of cock. When Tic pushes into me there, I groan around Dean, squeezing the handlebars as my whole body goes tense from the pain.
Colin takes that as his cue to slide back into my pussy, and Dean keeps going at my throat.
All three brothers are buried in me, and I’m shaking.
Tears stream out of my eyes, not entirely from pain, but from being so overwhelmed.
The pleasure is intense, and I can hardly keep up with my own body.
This feels better than most orgasms. I can’t think. All I can do is feel them take over.
Dean releases my hair, weaving his fingers into my hair and cupping the back of my skull. “That’s it, pet. You love taking that fucking cock, don’t you? You like being full like this. Greedy pet.”
I’m so close to something beyond an orgasm. When his cock slides into my throat and I struggle to breathe, it makes my body tense up in a new way.
“Fuck, she’s gonna come again,” Colin growls. “Keep going.”
Our bodies slap together louder, groans and whimpers blending into something else until finally, it hits. My vision blackens, and a primal scream rips out of my throat as I come on them, because of them, for them.
For me.
I’m on fire and ecstasy, unaware of anything else. One becomes three becomes ten until I lose track of my orgasms. Only then do I hear their grunts and growls, my own pack of wolves. Tic even howls as he comes deep inside my ass.