Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
“ G et your cock out.” I tell him. “And it had better be rock hard.”
I grab the front of his pants. All the tension and high-octane emotion in the air has had the same effect on him as it has on me. He’s hot and huge.
“Get it out,” I tell him. “I’m going to jam it in my throat, then I’m going to stick it up my ass and hammer it until your silhouette prints into this wall like a fucking Bugs Bunny cartoon.”
As he hauls the girder of flesh out of his pants, I grip it tight. On contact with the throbbing velvety heat, a shockwave snaps through me.
Carlo and Bruno are red-faced and struggling to hold back their laughs.
“You two can stop standing around looking goofy. I want your cum in my throat and in my pussy.”
As I get down level with Alessio’s massive cock, my mouth waters and I feel light-headed. All this time. All that I’ve been missing. Now, the rush of emotion that I’ve been holding back all these damned dark days surges, like it’s bulging a dam wall, threatening to break through.
I thought I’d lost him.
As I take his cock onto my tongue, he reaches down to stroke and hold my head. His fingers plunge into my hair. I bat his hands away.
There’s a wild edge in my voice. “You’re here to give. I’m doing the taking.”
As I circle his cock with my lips, I reach my arms out back behind me, stretching and waving my fingers for Bruno and Carlo. I feel their heat as they move in closer.
They both stroke my hair. Carlo’s ruthless, unstoppable hands caress my throat as Bruno starts to open my shirt.
My eyes sting. Will this be enough? Can it ever be? I thought all of this was going to be over. That we would never be this way again. One hot, fierce, snorting beast with eight arms. Eight legs.
Eight hands. Four greedy mouths. Three hard, merciless cocks. Two bouncing, heaving breasts, eager to be sucked and needed, tweaked and twisted. Stung swollen and sore.
One fleshy, buzzing, open, needy, sucking, dripping pussy, with walls ready to swallow them all. To take their hot seed and burst like a hot waterfall.
Alessio’s cock is hot on my tongue and thick as it nudges the back of my throat. The scent of him down here sets my pussy on fire. My thighs tingle and buzz.
Bruno and Carlo’s fingers run and play in my hair. Their hands make me wriggle and writhe as they stroke and caress my neck, my shoulders, my neck, and my stomach.
They hold and stroke and squeeze my breasts, making my nipples harden and swell. They each take a nipple in their lips. they tease and pull, sucking on my nips as they sting more
Licking the ridges under Alessio’s shaft, I press forward. This, sweet saliva seeps and slathers over the fat bolt of flesh. I flick my tongue along and around his seam. Tickling and taunting to make him thicker and harder. I push again, getting his bulb over the back of my tongue, then nodding. Pulling. Suckling.
Carlo and Bruno have my top and my bra undone.
I straighten my arms to let them start to undress me while they both fix their mouths on my tits. My back twists and arches as they flick, merciless with their tongues and they nibble me with their sharp teeth.
The front of Alessio’s abs start to tremble. I watch the inked flesh and admire the intricate patterns, and I wonder how much it must have hurt him, having the needle buzz all over his skin like that.
Tiny bumps and runs of hard scabs seem to say, quite a lot. My mind howls, NOT ENOUGH!
It’s an odd sensation, watching my name twist and roll as I take his cock deeper into my throat. But as I feel his quickening, I hold back and cool off.
I slide off him.
“You’re not coming yet, Alessio.”
I give his balls a tug and I stand.
Then I turn. I rub my ass against his hard cock. I need to stay restrained. I want him hard for a long time.
I look back at him over my shoulder, “You can hold me up. Support me. Stick your cock up my ass. Carry my weight with my thighs wide for Carlo and Bruno to get their cocks up inside my pussy.”
Carlo says, “I’ve got some gel.”
I shake my head as we make eye contact and I say, “No kidding.”
He shrugs but he can’t hold back his evil grin as he fishes it out of his pocket.
“Give it to Alessio.” I tell him.
I pull up my skirt. His hard flesh and his expensive pants thrill the soft curves of my ass.
Then I say over my shoulder, “Get to work, prisoner.”
Gel makes the tips of his fingers cold as they slip between the quivering cheeks of my ass. his cock stays in my grip as he presses and circles, probing my yielding opening. All this is making my clit buzz so hard, I have to swirl my fingers over my black panties, above and around it.
Ever the gentleman, Bruno bows his head and looks up into my eyes for permission. The masculine tang of his breath makes me shudder. Unceremoniously, I put my hand on the crown of his head and push him down.
As soon as I feel his hot breath on the fronts of my thighs and my lacy french cuts, he rips a hole in my nylons and his lips and his tongue take possession of me. With no hesitation, his tongue is inside my panties, lapping my juices and licking at my swelling lips.
He holds my hips firm as his long, muscular tongue trips and traces around and over my clit. the heat and force of his lips makes me jolt as Alessio’s first finger slides inside my ass.
Carlo cups and holds my tits. We kiss, long and wet and filthy as he rubs my breasts. On a lazy afternoon, I can come, purely from him doing this, just like he is now. My chest rises and my breath flutters.
The splashes of sensation sparkle and grow, as Bruno’s lips pull on my clit, and my hips snake and rock as Alessio gets his second finger into my ass. I’m surrounded and enveloped by my men.
It feels like coming home. The beginning of a homecoming, at least. Finally, I can feel all three of my men. Close to me. With me. Around me. It feels so good.
I bend forward and shove my ass hard against Alessio’s hips. I squeeze on Alessio’s cock.
“Get this up my ass.”
I feel him draw breath to speak, but he still doesn’t.
“Good.” I tell him. “Don’t break your silence. You’re not out of jail yet.”
Even lubed up and ready, his cock is still a huge invasion. I’ll never get over how good it feels, but my ass will never get over how wrong it seems. Idly, I’m thinking those two things might be connected.
I’m groaning with a crossfire of pleasures as I reach forward for Carlo’s cock. While we lock in another kiss, I gesture with my fingers at his belt and his fly. Then I tug his shirt.
He nods and laughs inside my lips as he starts to undress.
Alessio is getting deeper in.
“Alessio. Get in. Hold me up.”
As the last of Carlo’s clothes fall to the floor, I tug Bruno’s hair. He stands, grinning, stepping back as Carlo moves in to take advantage of how hot and wet and open I am.
I thank Bruno and pull him to me for a kiss.
With a hand on Carlo’s shoulder, I jump my feet off the floor and my thighs into Alessio’s huge, strong hands. He has to bend his knees and lean back to keep in balance, as Carlo’s fabulous cock pushes in to fill me. Carlo hooks his rms under my knees and locks us together.
Bruno strokes my hair and breasts, and caresses my face and neck as he and I kiss. Tremors of splashing, shoreline breaker orgasms rumble and fall through me, front and back, and light me up all over inside.
I hug Carlo and Bruno to me, rocking my hips harder and faster against the slams of Carlo’s cock and the slaps of Alessio’s pelvis against my soft ass.
The stress of holding the position is starting to mess with my joy and ruin my concentration.
I tell Alessio, “Get down on the couch.”
Breathless, with my panties askew and I follow him, I want Carlo to come in my mouth and Bruno up in my pussy.
Alessio sprawls on the couch. I see his sad puppy, I-know-I’ve-been-bad look, but it will take more than that for me to forgive him. His fat, hard cock pointing striaght up will go some ways, though. Still with my back to him, I tip my hips to lower my ass back onto his pole.
The mess of feelings, sensations and emotions is no less now., but I beckon to Bruno and spread my legs, and I look into Carlo’s eyes and run my tongue, then the tip of my finger over my lips.
That’s brought my focus back to the job in hand.
As he slides his hefty cock into my dripping pussy, Bruno leans down to kiss and suck my tits.
From this position, Alessio rails his rod deeper and higher into me, splitting me wider. Bruno slams into me and I feel him, deep and high, scraping and cleaving through the parting in my quivering wet walls.
I reach for Carlo and pull his cock to my mouth.
Alessio holds my ass as I bounce and ride him, Bruno and Carlo tweaks and knead my tits as Bruno slices into me and Carlo pulses in my throat.
Quivers of tension, fluttering at first like distant waves, rising and falling but each time, coming closer. Larger. With more swell. Carlo thickens and his balls slap against my chin as Alessio’s hips slam into my ass.
Bruno is rolling into an impossible rhythm.
I claw in my hair. Scrape my nails on Alessio’s abs and his chest, I suck and bite on Carlo’s cock and my lips and my wings pulsate on the hot girth of Bruno‘s shaft.
In a cascade of shouts and slaps and sweat, our arms are fling and wrap all around each other. Carlo’s hot hydrant pumps enough thick, salty cum into my throat that the stickiness rims my mouth, even while my nose is jammed against his abs.
Bruno lets go with a hot blast of larva inside me. Alessio pumps a stream into my ass.
I rock, wild like I’m riding a bull, but my mind is lost and exploding in liquid pyrotechnics.
We fall into a wet huddle on the couch. I don’t know how long we doze like that before we start to lift our heads.
When I see Alessio’s drowsy face, I jump on him. I take a long kiss that tumbles from sweet to desperate to filthy and all the way back to drowsy again. I bang the sides of my fists on his chest like I’m whacking a kettle drum. He waits until I’m done.
He looks in my eyes and says, “It’s okay. I deserved it.”
I pummel him again.
“Damned right you do.”
He asks me, “Are you done?”
“I’ll tell you when I’m done.”
He pulls me to him. “I love you so much.”
With my face buried in his chest and my two hands still beating either side I tell him, “I love you, too. You fucking idiot.”
I trace and stroke the scars on his tatt.
As we hug, Bruno and Carlo come to join in. Then it all starts up again.
I have a feeling it could be like this for the next few days. Maybe longer.
But I know now that we’re going to be oaky.