Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
D ylan
I watched Andrea crawl toward us, her dress still tucked up at her waist and her panties still down. Her adorable bottom glowed bright red with the evidence of her stern correction from Devin. I didn’t think my cock had ever gotten this hard in my life, but I found myself more and more turned on by Andrea with each passing moment. She knelt in front of us where we sat side by side on the big couch, Ethan in the middle, Travis on his right, and me on his left, each of us with our rigid shafts in our hands.
Andrea’s blonde hair fell in tousled waves around her flushed face, and her blue eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and arousal. The way Devin had tucked up her dress around her waist emphasized the sweet curves of her hips and the roundness of her well-spanked bottom. My gaze trailed over her body, drinking in every detail, each one bringing a little leap to the hardness in my hand.
“Go ahead and kiss them, sweetheart,” Ethan said. “A nice big kiss for each cock.”
With a whimper, Andrea complied. She leaned forward, her lips trembling as they brushed against Ethan’s shaft. I watched, transfixed, as she moved to Travis next, placing a soft kiss on the head of his erect member.
When she reached me, our eyes meet for a brief moment. The mixture of shame and submission in her gaze sent a jolt of electricity through him. Did I imagine it, or did the expression on her face say that the little peck she gave the head of my raging erection meant the most to her of the three?
Travis issued the next command. “That’s it, good girl. Why don’t you go on and take Ethan’s cock into that pretty mouth of yours?”
Ethan chuckled, and I felt my mouth quirk into a smile.
“Good sharing, bro,” I observed. “Gold star for you.”
At our feet, though, the lewd vision of Andrea’s obedience distracted me from any humor in the situation. Her face went crimson with embarrassment as she opened her mouth, hesitating for just a second before wrapping her lips around Ethan’s thick shaft. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck.
“Don’t leave us out, girl,” Travis growled. “You’ve got hands, don’t you?”
With a sob around Ethan’s manhood, Andrea raised her trembling hands and reached for Travis’s and my penises. We took them and wrapped her fingers around our stiff shafts, and Andrea tentatively began to pleasure us that way.
“Good girl,” Devin observed. I glanced over to where he had gotten Greta out of her armchair and led her to the other couch. As I watched, he toppled his full-figured wife over the back of it and raised her dress to reveal her modest cotton panties. Greta’s cheeks had gone pink, but her eyes shone with the need for her husband’s hardness that she always developed when she watched one of her subservient girls get spanked.
As Andrea pleasured us, I became acutely aware of the sounds coming from Lila’s and Lydia’s bedrooms upstairs. I heard Lydia’s high-pitched cries as Hank took her virginity, the sound mingling with Lila’s more experienced sounds of pleasure. Muffled moans and rhythmic noises, a bang like a headboard against a wall, filtered through the walls.
My cock throbbed almost painfully in response to this lewd symphony. I watched Andrea’s head bob up and down as she serviced Ethan, her inexperienced movements becoming more confident with each passing moment. I moved her hand faster up and down my erection at the sight of her full lips stretched around Ethan’s girth. The combination of that visual with the audio backdrop of the girls upstairs being thoroughly fucked pushed me to new heights of arousal.
“Give me some of that,” Travis growled, and Ethan, with obvious reluctance, pulled Andrea’s mouth off his cock and directed it onto the jutting manhood to his right. With a sob of shame and need, Andrea began to pleasure the new member.
She had moved her left hand to stroke Ethan’s deserted penis, but the distraction had clearly made her pause her rhythm on mine. I could see how hard she worked to please, despite her evident shame and discomfort, but my own ache turned me selfish.
“Don’t stop jerking this cock, honey,” I commanded, my voice gruff with arousal. “Better yet, be a good girl and let me have a turn in your mouth, too.”
Andrea’s instant reaction brought a surge of warmth into my chest and a thrill of need to my cock. She raised her head from Travis’s lap and looked at me, her eyes wide with fear as if she thought I might take her over my own knee and spank her for neglecting me. Alongside that anxiety, though, I saw Andrea’s own arousal so clearly it startled me: I could see in her eyes, I felt certain, the idea that part of her wanted to go over my knee, even with her bottom in its already painful state.
Under the spell of that look, hardly thinking about it, I reached out my left hand to put it around the back of her head and draw her mouth down onto my aching erection. I felt her tense and then, bewitchingly, yield to my compulsion. Andrea let out a submissive whimper, and took my hardness deep into her mouth, suckling at it as if she found me the most delicious treat she had ever tasted.
“Good girl,” I gasped, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Andrea
I couldn’t believe how shameful it all felt, or how arousing.
Lydia’s high-pitched cries continued to pierce the air as Hank evidently enjoyed using her pussy and her bottom for the first time. The sounds sent shivers through my body, a mixture of sympathy and forbidden excitement. I imagined her lying beneath him, her legs spread wide as he pushed into her. Bent over the bed to receive him in her virgin bottom. The image made me clench involuntarily around nothing, my pussy aching with need.
Not to be outdone, Lila’s moans of pleasure drifted down from the other bedroom. Her cries seemed more confident, more practiced. “Oh, god, Bill!” she called out. “Yes, right there! Harder!” I even thought that the wet sounds of their vigorous coupling reached my ears, or perhaps I imagined them. Either way, it made my face burn with embarrassment even as it fueled my own arousal.
Meanwhile, Devin had bent Greta over the back of the other couch and begun to fuck her hard from behind. The sight of the matronly woman with her skirt hiked up, her modest cotton panties pulled aside as Devin’s thick shaft plunged in and out of her, was almost too much to process. Greta’s face was flushed, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her husband used her roughly.
“That’s it, honey,” Devin growled. “Take it like a good little slut.”
Greta whimpered in response, pushing back against him eagerly. “Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Oh… oh, god… Use me, sir. Please!”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lewd scene, even as I continued to pleasure the men on the couch. My mouth was stretched wide around Dylan’s cock, my tongue working along his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. My hands moved mechanically on Travis’s and Ethan’s erections, stroking them in time with the movements of my mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. The musky scent of arousal hung heavily in the air. The rhythmic creaking of bedsprings from upstairs seemed to provide a steady backbeat to the moans, grunts, and wet slapping sounds that surrounded me.
I felt utterly debased, on my knees with my dress hiked up and my panties around my thighs, servicing three men at once while others fucked around me. Yet despite my shame—or perhaps because of it—I had never been more turned on in my life. My pussy throbbed with need, my clit aching for attention. Each time I shifted, I felt the wetness between my thighs, an unwelcome signal of my body’s betrayal.
“Look at me, Andrea,” Dylan commanded softly.
I raised my eyes to meet his, my cheeks hot. Dylan’s hazel eyes locked onto mine, intense and hungry. I felt a shiver run through me at the raw desire I saw there. His hand cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing over my lips where they stretched around his cock.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well, Andrea.”
His praise sent a wave of warmth through me, making me redouble my efforts. I tried to relax my jaw, trying to take him deeper into my mouth, trying to make it a plush, velvety place for him to enjoy himself.
Travis’s voice cut through the fog of arousal. “Hey, Devin,” he called out, his tone casual despite the lewd situation. “Mind if we get this little slut out of her dress? I want to see those tits properly.”
I froze, Dylan’s cock still in my mouth, my eyes wide with shock. Surely Devin wouldn’t allow that? I was already so uncovered, so humiliated. To be completely naked…
“Go ahead,” Devin grunted, not pausing in his vigorous thrusting into Greta. “Andrea needs to get used to being on display.”
Travis chuckled, his hands already moving to the zipper at the back of my dress. “You heard the man, sweetheart. Time to show us what you’re hiding under there.”
I whimpered around Dylan’s shaft as I felt Travis tugging at my dress. The sound of the zipper seemed unnaturally loud, even amidst the cacophony of sexual noises filling the room. Cool air hit my back as the fabric parted.
“Don’t stop sucking,” Ethan reminded me sharply. “Keep those hands moving too.”
Mortified, I forced myself to continue pleasuring the men even as Travis worked my dress down my body. I shifted awkwardly, allowing him to pull it off completely, leaving me in just my bra and the panties still bunched around my thighs.
“Damn,” Travis breathed, his eyes raking over my newly exposed flesh. “Look at those curves.”
Ethan reached out, his large hands cupping my breasts through my bra. “These tits are wasted in this thing,” he declared. “Let’s get a proper look at them.”
Before I could process what was happening, Ethan had unhooked my bra and was pulling it off. My breasts spilled free, heavy and full, my nipples hardening instantly in the cool air.
“Fuck,” Dylan groaned, his cock twitching in my mouth. “Those are even better than I imagined.”
The men’s hands were all over me then, squeezing and kneading my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. I gasped and moaned around the cock in my mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations.
They took turns guiding my mouth from one cock to another, praising me when I did well, correcting me when I faltered. To my shame—and yet my pride, too—I found myself getting better at my obscene task.
The associates’ hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and crevice. Ethan’s large palms cupped my breasts, squeezing them together as his thumbs flicked over my hardened nipples. The sensation sent jolts of electricity straight to my core, making me moan around Travis’s cock in my mouth.
“Such perfect tits,” Ethan murmured appreciatively. “So full and soft.” He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. The mixture of pleasure and pain made me squirm.
Meanwhile, Dylan’s hand had found its way between my thighs. His fingers traced along my slick folds, teasing my entrance before moving up to circle my clit. I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily against his touch.
“So wet,” Dylan observed, his voice low. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Andrea? Being used like a little slut?”
I wanted to deny it, to hold onto some shred of dignity. But my body betrayed me, pressing eagerly into his touch. His fingers pushed deeper inside me.
Travis used his grip on the back of my head to keep my head in place so he could thrust between my lips exactly as he pleased.
“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, burying my nose in his wiry pubic curls.
Dylan and Ethan didn’t remain idle. They moved to either side of me, their cocks level with my face. Without being told, I took their members into my hands.
From across the room, I heard Devin’s voice, gruff with exertion. “Time for that little anus of yours,” he told Greta. “Spread those cheeks nice and wide now.”
I turned my head slightly, Dylan’s cock slipping from my mouth, to see Devin reaching for a small bottle on the side table. He squeezed a generous amount of clear gel onto his fingers, then began to work it into Greta’s puckered hole as she pulled her round cheeks apart.
Greta whimpered, her face a mask of mingled discomfort and need. Then I heard her cry out as, I felt sure, her husband had entered her most private place.
I felt utterly overwhelmed as the associates passed me from one to another, their rigid cocks filling my mouth in turn. My jaw ached from the unaccustomed stretch, but I did my best to please them, swirling my tongue and suckling as submissively as I could. The musky, masculine scent of their arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin.
Travis gripped my hair tightly, guiding my movements as he thrust into my mouth. “That’s it, take it deep,” he growled. I gagged slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, but forced myself to relax, breathing through my nose.
Ethan was next, his thick shaft stretching my lips wide. “Use more tongue,” he instructed gruffly. I complied, lapping at the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head.
Then it was Dylan’s turn again, and his touch was gentler. He cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone as I took him into my mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured again, like a mantra that he knew would soothe me and encourage me to give more pleasure. “That’s it.”
Across the room, Devin’s grunts grew louder as he worked himself into Greta’s bottom. “So tight,” he groaned. “Such a good little anal slut for your master.”
Greta’s cries of discomfort and arousal mingled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. “Yes, sir!” she gasped. “Oh… oh… it hurts… please…”
The lewd soundtrack spurred me on, making me redouble my efforts. I moved from cock to cock, using my hands to stroke the ones not in my mouth.
Suddenly, Devin let out a long, low groan. “Take it, slut,” he growled, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into Greta’s bottom.
The knowledge that Devin had just come seemed to spur the associates on. Their movements became more urgent, their breathing heavier.
“I’m close,” Travis panted, guiding my mouth back to his cock. “Swallow it all like a good little cocksucker.”
Before I could process his words, I felt his shaft pulse against my tongue. Hot, salty fluid flooded my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, choking slightly as more spurts followed.
“That’s it,” Travis groaned. “Drink it down.”
As soon as Travis pulled away, Ethan took his place. “My turn,” he grunted, thrusting deep. Within moments, he too was coming, his seed joining Travis’s in my belly.
Finally, it was Dylan’s turn. His hazel eyes locked onto mine as he guided himself into my mouth. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock. Get ready… you’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you?”
Sobbing, I tried to nod despite Dylan’s grip on my head. Something about that bit of compliance brought him over the edge, and I felt his penis jerk in my mouth, then the hot seed against the back of my throat. I swallowed desperately, feeling that shameful pride again, so strongly it made my head spin.
They made you do that , a whispering voice said in my head. You didn’t want that. It’s not your fault that you… you… liked it.
No. You loved it.