Chapter 13 #3
All I can see is darkness. The room is covered in shadows and this man’s perfect abs are in my face, blocking everything else out anyway. He stops moving, stops fucking my mouth. The monster between my legs decides that’s when he’s going to get started.
I feel a push at my opening, the tip of a warm cock dipping in. He pauses. Stays shallow. Draws out. I could scream, but for the dick in my mouth. My left hand, the one that’s wrapped around the shaft of the guy I’m sucking off, is grabbed in a strong grip and dragged away.
My hand is forced onto a taut sack, this man’s fingers and mine tangled up.
Whoever is above me, he’s at least cautious before determining how far down my throat he can go without me visibly tensing up. I recognize how vulnerable I am right now. I’ve literally put myself at their mercy.
It’s a calculated risk with a big payoff.
We did it in the woods on our wedding night. What’s so different now? Only that our trust, respect, and love continues to grow.
A big hand comes down and the man above me wraps his own fingers around the base of his dick, pressing his fist against my face as he fucks hard into it.
The fuckboy between my legs pushes inside of me again, shallow and stirring up all those wild nerve endings right at the opening.
It’s absolute torture. He pulls out. Fuuuuck.
Fingers tickle up my thighs, a slippery thumb rolls a slow, agonizing circle around my clit.
I’m going wild on the dude on the right, jerking him off with all the fury bred of my sexual torture.
I want it bad. In my cunt, especially. I want to see their faces.
I want to know who is who. Their scents are mixed together.
The textures of their skin aren’t familiar enough to me yet to give it away on that alone.
I’m absolutely lost in the appetite of silent, masked monsters, their leashes tangling through the bones of my rib cage. Boom. Boom. My heart is racing, shocked to life like Mary Shelley’s monster with a dose of raw adrenaline.
My lover on the left is making me follow unspoken orders, his hands dominant over mine as I’m forced to pleasure him the way he wants me to.
He grips his dick with my hand underneath and it almost hurts, how much pressure he puts on us when he starts to jerk off.
He commands an orgasm from himself. It’s so fast and utilitarian, I know there’s a purpose to it.
Hot seed hits my bare belly, spattering over my skin. I can feel it as it drips down the curves of my waist. For sure the guy above me ended up with some on his legs? He doesn’t stop regardless, powering into my mouth as the dick between my thighs slips in again. Shallow. So shallow.
My left hand is guided down to the cum, dragged through it. Sticky. Punishing. A claiming.
Widow. That’s who he is, on my left. If he’s not above me then it has to be Ash or Alexei.
Bohnes wouldn’t have offered me the use of his fist. I shiver all over.
The man in my mouth shudders wildly, violently.
He, too, has been injected with a drug to the heart.
Coming alive in every molecule of his being. Electric.
He draws out, scoots back while continuing to straddle me.
I’m panting and gasping and swallowing my own saliva, trying to catch my breath.
He didn’t cum. Nope. He retreated and now he’s grabbing my breasts—or the guy on the left is helping out—and I’m getting titty fucked.
Whoa. The bounce is nice. The rocking motion.
It helps jar some pleasure from the shallow press of another penis at my pussy.
This is Bohnes. Only he could be so sadistic.
I know it’s him. I tighten my right hand, tilting my head and making out the silhouette on my right.
This guy has skin that almost glows in the dark.
The edges of his body blur into the shadows surrounding him, the black fox mask obscuring his features.
Did Ash keep the same mask or trade it out?
He scoots toward me. I catch a brief glimpse of his cock before he takes me by the hair and guides my mouth over the tip of him.
No tattoos, so it’s not Bohnes. I’m happy to grip it and lick the tip as he tries to make it easier for me to take more of it.
Abruptly, my head is turned away and the man fucking my tits surges up, pressing his tip into my mouth again.
That’s when he cums, splashing liquid across my tongue.
I think about Ash and Alexei again, the stretch of Ash’s beautiful mouth against his insouciant rival’s cock.
Yes, yes, yes. I’m writhing against the dick between my legs, trying to push it closer and only rubbing it around my opening.
It still feels good. I might be humping as frantically as any of them.
I swallow as much of it as I can. Inevitably some leaks out and there’s a wet cloth hastily wiped over my lips and chin.
Alexei. It’s Ash on my right, hesitating because he wants to take Bohnes’ place when he’s done.
Alexei flees, leaving me sticky and prone on the bed with only Bohnes touching me now.
His mask is a red demon mask with massive horns. I can only see it because it’s silhouetted against the faintest edge of a blue glow from a phone charger. I try to see if he’s got tats around his dick, to confirm his identity, and that’s when he decides we’re done.
I’m dragged toward him, punished with the intrusion of that massive cock all at once.
Oh, thank God. Bohnes isn’t gentle as he slams me into that bed.
This is how we do it in the forest by the track.
Just like this. I’m in ecstasy, shamelessly writhing.
I search for Ash in my haze, but he pushes my hand away.
Waiting to fuck me next.
I tilt my head, to see if I can spot the other two masks. The one closest to me is a grotesque twist on a tiger. The other, on the man standing naked at the end of the bed, is a pale wooden mask with fangs.
I tug one earplug out and then the other, tossing them aside.
“Bohnes,” I pant, and he slows down. Stops. “Ash.” I point to my right. “Widow.” On my left. “Alexei.” At the end of the bed. “Tell me I’m…” Can’t breathe. So horny. “Tell me I’m wrong. I’ll wait.”
There’s a few seconds of silence there. Nobody answers me.
Bohnes starts to fuck again, holding onto my hips and grinding me into the mattress like he wants to turn our bones to dust and mix us all together.
“Fuck me like you’re trying to toss our ashes together in an urn,” I pant, and he goes nuts. There’s no trying to hide it: I know who everyone is now. It doesn’t stop them from holding their tongues. Wearing their masks.
I’m getting close to an orgasm when Bohnes abruptly pulls out of me, adding his cum to the mess on my belly. My mouth gapes open as he pulls away from me. He twirls a finger in the air as he backs away, offering up a silent command.
Ash is right there, desperate for me. He doesn’t give a shit that I’m dirty. He drags me up and onto the bed proper, rolling on top of me and putting his mask against the side of my neck. I dig my fingers into his back, but he pulls away too quick, sitting up again.
Someone—Alexei, fang-mask—appears, holding out what I think is a silk tie. Hard to make out in the dark. Ash accepts it with a nod, turns to me, and puts it around my eyes. Ah-hah.
“Nice,” I whisper, just before they use another tie to gag me. Not too tight. It’s all just for fun.
If it weren’t, they know I’d slit their throats and bathe in their blood.
Careful fingers push the earplugs back in.
Ash remains where he is between my legs, pushing inside of me until his moans are so loud and wild that I can hear them through the earplugs.
Ash. This is Ash. Closeted, fucked-up, mentally tortured Ash.
He comes so hard that he wraps around me like a snake, the pair of us clawing and pulling at each other.
There’s a flicker of seconds there where he’s panting on top of me, our limbs twisted together like we broke bones to get this close, to knot this tight. My gloved fingertips drag across his skin as he pulls away.
And somebody else takes his place.
For the rest of the night, I welcome them all inside of me. After a while, I start to forget who is who. It matters less. We’re here together. An us. My core group. My people. They take turns on me, and I love it. Over and over and over again.
We don’t fall asleep until well after dawn.