5. Mila
5
The guys lead me out of the party and into what must be where their members actually live. It’s something between a dorm and an apartment building, but it feels like it was expanded in stages, so it’s like walking through an organized maze. Most rooms have names marked on them, some with signs, some scribbled on with markers. Occasionally we pass a door that’s been left open. I peek in as we walk past one, and see a bunch of guys playing cards. It would look normal, except each of them has a girl on their lap, and the girls are nearly naked.
“Read ‘em and weep.” A man with blue eyes and a bright green buzzcut leans back, showing his hand. His girl grins, and the others laugh, standing up and stripping off a piece of clothing each.
“Fuck you, Toxic,” one of the loosers says with a chuckle. His girl steps out of her miniskirt and kicks it to the side.
“That’s my job, Cyrus,” she says, but she doesn’t sound mad about it.
She struts over to Toxic—the green haired man—and kneels between his legs, running her hands up his thighs. Toxic’s own girl helps open his belt and?—
“You like to watch?” Mack whispers in my ear. “Come with us.”
I don’t answer, but I do let them lead me deeper into the heart of their lair, which is maybe answer enough. I never thought of myself as being particularly voyeuristic, but it turns out maybe I just never had the opportunity to find out.
We come to a door with a wooden plank that has ‘Scrapper’ burned into it. The loud music from the party quiets when we step inside. Scrapper flicks on a floor lamp, bathing the whole room in a soft golden glow. It’s basically a studio apartment, with one main room and a couple doors that I’m guessing are for bathrooms or closets. It’s nothing fancy. A large bed, a kitchen table with a few chairs, and a sofa and coffee table facing a TV mounted to the wall. But what catches my eye is that each piece of furniture looks totally unique.
I run a hand over the coffee table, which is a massive plank cut from the center of a tree with only enough finishing to make it smooth and rich. It’s gorgeous. “This is amazing. Did you make all this?”
Scrapper looks a little uncomfortable. “It’s a hobby.”
“If you want to admire some wood, let me bring up the Playroom,” Mack says. He plays with his phone for a minute before the TV turns on, and a video fills the screen.
There’s probably five guys in the room, and two very happy women who are extremely good at multitasking. I forget all about the furniture and stare at all the filthy action happening on the massive bed they’re all piled on. There’s nothing staged or polished about the video or the people in it. The men are fit and attractive, and so are the women, but it feels real. Real bodies, with real scars and real breasts that obey the law of gravity. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. And that’s when I realize I’m hearing the same low, thudding bass in the background that was playing at the party.
“Wait, is this live? Here? D—do they know we’re watching?” I stammer. Every inch of me is flushed and sensitive, craving to be touched.
“See how he’s licking her pussy?” growls Reaper in my ear. “That’s happening right now, and they’re in there because they want to be watched. They’re hoping the brothers are fucking or stroking off to what they’re doing.”
I shudder as Scrapper slides his fingers into my hair, then makes a fist so he can angle my head just right for Mack to kiss me. Reaper puts a hand on my exposed stomach and starts finding his way upwards. The three of them cooperate like they're a practiced team. I have no illusions of being the first girl they've done this with, as long as right now they’re touching and watching me like I'm the only girl in the world.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I whisper.
“You’re a virgin?” Mack asks, his mouth on my neck freezing.
“No!” I shake my head in denial. “But I feel like I might as well be compared to what you’re probably used to.”
“If you don’t want to fuck, you don’t have to. You get that, right?” Scrapper’s expression is dead serious. “We want to show you a good time, not freak you out.”
On the screen, one of the girls helps position the hips of the other girl as she slowly sinks onto a long, hard cock. The biker’s hands are wrapped around her waist, and her hair cascades down her back in chestnut waves. On either side are more men, with their cocks in their hands, stroking as they watch and wait their turn.
I can’t believe I’m seriously considering this, but… when will I ever get the chance again, judgment free? Nobody will ever know.
Curiosity has always been my downfall. I’ve never been able to turn away from something that tickled my interest. It’s what made me want to go into journalism in the first place. I can get paid for being nosy? Sign me up!
“Then you better start slow.” My voice is deep and husky as I kick off my heels.
Mack's lips are soft, but his kiss is hard. His thick beard tickles my face. I open up for him, letting his tongue find mine and chase it around until my legs wobble and my knees are weak. A hand finds one of my breasts, under my top but over my bra, exploring and teasing the nipple through the thin fabric. Another is undoing the button on my jeans, working them over my hips until they fall and pool around my feet.
Everywhere, there are hands. Touching, exploring, learning what makes me moan, while Mack kisses me stupid.
With my eyes closed and my arms wrapped around Mack's neck, I relax into the feel of six strong, rough hands stroking me. I thought it was Reaper under my shirt, but when I peek, it’s Scrapper’s hazel eyes that are watching me. Reaper is behind me, running his thumbs up my back along my spine and fisting my hair, holding me in place for them to use. My bra goes slack, unhooked by someone’s clever fingers.
“Fuck, you have nice tits. I want a shot at those before they get all messy,” growls Reaper as he watches Scrapper touch me. That gravelly sound sends excited chills through my body.
Mack spins me around, kissing my neck as he holds me to his chest and gives the others full access to my front. My bra joins my jeans on the floor and wet heat envelops one of my nipples. Scrapper has taken one into his mouth, teasing it hard with languid strokes of his tongue and sharp nips with his teeth. And then the other side is captured too.
“I think you’re all overdressed.”
They've gotten me down to just my panties, and I haven't even gotten to get a good look at them yet. If I only get one night, I’m not going to waste it being shy. I reach back for Mack's fly, using my hands to explore for it. I find his thigh, then slide my hand over. The bulge I find straining against his jeans makes me draw a surprised breath.
He chuckles, his hot breath skating over my neck while I explore the length of him, unbelieving. “Beautiful, you only had to fucking ask.”
I watch him with hungry eyes as he moves into view, my pulse thundering as Reaper cups my breasts and Scrapper slides his fingers over the front of my panties. Mack grips his shirt by the hem and peels it up over his head, baring a massive expanse of hard, tattooed flesh. He has so much ink, but it all cuts off very precisely around his wrists and collar. Does he have a job that frowns on tattoos? That would be strange for a biker, wouldn’t it? He throws his shirt aside and undoes his belt, then the button and the zipper. With a cocky grin, he pulls his pants down but leaves the boxer briefs. The way his thickness stretches the fabric has my mouth watering.
“Almost there,” he says teasingly, and points down with a finger.
Reaper and Scrapper let me slip from their touches as I step up to Mack and hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. I look him in his deep blue eyes as I tug the waistband out and then down, past his length. It pops out like it's spring-loaded, hard, swollen and pointing right at me. It's the biggest cock I've seen in my life. Letting go of his boxers so they can drop down his legs, I reach out to touch it.
He draws a sharp breath when I give it a little stroke, just feeling its soft texture, the thrumming bumps of his hot, blood-filled veins. Leaning forward, I wrap my fingers around his thickness, at least as far as they'll go.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses. He puts his hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the floor at his feet. “Put your mouth on me, beautiful.”
The low command in his voice slithers through me like hot silk. I open my lips and slide my tongue over his crown. The salty flavor of precum coats my tongue immediately. I'm not the only one here who's excited.
This isn't something I have a ton of experience with, but being the center of their attention makes me feel like I’m starring in my own personal porn video. And if I’m the star, I’m going to make this good. I swirl my tongue around him, tracing the distinct ridge of the head, and the pleased moan he lets out tells me I'm on the right track.
One hand grips my right wrist, while another my left. I look up to see Scrapper's glorious naked body beside me, his nipple rings glinting. I thought he didn’t have as many tattoos as the others, but wrapped around his leg from ankle to hip is a massive, coiled dragon. Reaper’s on my other side, his body a weapon made of flesh and bone. And I wonder if it’s my previous experience that falls short, or them that are setting a new standard, because the size of the three of them might ruin me for all other men.
Reaper and Scrapper wrap my fingers around their cocks, so I have each of them in hand and Mack right on the tip of my tongue. I try to stroke Reaper and Scrapper at the same time, but I'm glad when they wrap their hands around mine and do most of the work, showing me what they like. It lets me focus on the thick head in my mouth.
“Jesus,” groans Scrapper, watching me through hooded eyes.
His dick is slick with pre-cum between my fingers, just like Reaper's on the other side. I’m not tied down, but they have me in their control as well as any handcuffs or other restraints. Mack moves his hand to the top of my head, making sure his cock doesn't leave my mouth. I feel small and helpless between them, but I’m not scared.
I'm on fire.
My panties, the only thing I'm still wearing other than my heels, are soaked and my nipples are so tight they ache. I've never been so turned on in my life.
Mack pulls back so suddenly, I rock on my heels. “Fuck,” he groans. “Not yet. Get her on the bed.”
I don't even get a chance to move on my own. One moment I'm on my knees, the next I'm spread out in the center of Scrappers king sized bed. I swear everything around here is king size.
Scrapper’s on me first. He puts his hands on my ankles and?—
“Don’t!” I yank my foot away before he can touch my scars.
“Shhhh,” he soothes, careful to avoid my calf, and his eyes focused on my face, not my injury. “They don’t mean a fucking thing, but I’ll leave’em alone. Tonight’s about you and what you want.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.” I go from feeling like a goddess to crashing to earth so fast and I hate it.
“Shut the fuck up,” growls Reaper as he hooks his hands around my hips and yanks me right up to the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees between my legs. Black ink stretches over his shoulders and down his back, but I can’t see what it is from this angle.
Wait. Is he?
My brain short circuits as he swipes his broad tongue through my soaked folds, sliding wetly between them before flicking the tip right off my clit. I gasp in shock. Then he does it again and I forget all about being self conscious. It feels so good, so sexy and dirty and—God, I can't think straight.
Scrapper and Mack stretch out on either side of me. Scrapper turns my head his way and kisses me. His short beard is pricklier than Mack's thicker, longer one, but I like the way it feels as he helps erase all traces of my moment of panic. I moan into his mouth, losing myself in the kiss as Reaper spreads me with his fingers and sucks my clit into his mouth. On my other side, Mack latches onto my breasts, teasing my nipple with his clever tongue while using his rough fingers to make a pebble out of the other one.
I comb my fingers into Reaper’s long hair and hold on tight. My back arches, pressing my shoulders and butt into the bed and my chest up for Mack’s eager attention. Fiery tendrils of pleasure blossom outward from where Reaper flicks a complicated pattern with his tongue. He slides a finger into me as I shiver against him, feeling like I might explode.
How can anything feel this good?
I’m hopping straight to graduate level from Fooling Around 101. I totally get why guys are such suckers for blowjobs now, and I regret every time I didn’t insist on getting a turn of my own. It took finding three men to make me realize I’ve been putting up with boys.
My breath catches, my chest squeezes tight, and my eyes fly open. Everything in my body stops for just a split second, before rushing back to life with a moan that's so deep and guttural I had no idea I was able to make sounds like that. The strongest orgasm I've had in my life rips through me, as I come apart under Reaper's tongue.
“That’s right, darlin’, come for us,” Mack rumbles into my ear.
Like I could resist even if I wanted to. Stars dance over the backs of my eyelids. My fingers curl into fists so tight it's a wonder I don't tear Reaper’s hair out. All three hold on to me, keeping me writhing in their steely grips while Reaper drives me forward mercilessly. My first orgasm stretches into another, rocking me hard as the one before it, and again, almost painful.
“Oh God,” I gasp. “I—I can’t…”
He finally lets up, sitting back and looking awfully pleased with himself. Reaper looks up at me from between my legs, his mouth shining. Oh God, that's me. Without breaking eye contact, he wipes it off on his hand and licks his palm. My expression must be horrified because he laughs. “You're fucking delicious, girl. Don't ever let anyone tell you fucking different.”
Slowly, little by little, my pulse settles, my breathing evens out and I dare to open my eyes and look around. I find all three of them watching me, slowly stroking their big cocks. I got mine, but they must be aching for relief. I'm amazed that they've managed to hold back. I wet my lips, loving how closely they watch me. “So what comes next?”
That's all it takes before they're on me. Scrapper grabs a pillow and slides it under my neck for support while Reaper straddles my chest. His slick hard cock towers over me until he slips back a little, settling just below my breasts. “Got lube?”
Scrapper leans over to get something out of the nightstand, tossing it to Reaper. Something cool and slick drips onto my chest, right between my breasts, and then Reaper's strong hands grip them and press them together around his shaft. It feels wet, dirty, and very sexy as his hot shaft slides through the tight channel he’s created between my breasts. I poke out my tongue and give him a lick when his crown gets close to my mouth.
I don’t see it, only feel it as thick dollops of lube drop onto my pussy and strong fingers get me even slicker than I already was. It’s Mack. Part of me is terrified of his size, but God, I'm so horny for it too. “Slow,” I whisper.
“Not gonna hurt ya, beautiful,” Mack says calmly. “Not unless you want me to.”
Hoooo boy. The thought of all that filling me up makes me shiver with anticipation. His thumb brushes over my clit and I gasp as little aftershocks from my chain orgasm burst outward. There's a tear of plastic, then a moment later something much thicker than his finger is nudging up against my well-lubed entrance.
Scrapper leans in close as Mack presses his thick cock into me. “You’re not the only one who likes to watch.”
Reaper grins, fisting his own cock as he watches my lips open into a wide ‘O’ when Mack’s cock spreads me open, one glorious inch at a time. It’s a slow, teasing process. He presses in, then pulls back, then thrusts forward again a little deeper, a little faster. Each stroke puts more and more of him in me, giving me time to adjust, to let the lube do its work, right up until he's all the way in, and there's no way I can take any more of him.
“So full,” I moan. I just want to lie here and enjoy it for a moment. Then I nod. “Okay.”
He pulls back, almost all the way back out before filling me up again in one long, languid stroke. I let out a throaty groan as he claims me, and it’s not long before we're moaning together as he fucks me with smooth, deep thrusts. I let my head fall back, and Scrapper takes it as an invitation, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips. I suck him in, and Reaper watches, his hair falling down over his face and casting it in shadow as he presses himself back between my breasts. The room fills with the sounds of sex and pleasure. Low groans, quick breathless gasps, and the wet slide of skin against skin. The four of us move together, taking and giving pleasure as it feels natural.
I thought I was done and it was their turn now, but the salty taste of Scrapper, the slick glide of Reaper against my skin and the stretch of Mack inside me, all combine to wind me right back up again. I shut my eyes and drown in feeling, in the pure sexiness of it. There's no way this is a forever thing, and it's probably not even a tomorrow thing, but right now I'm going to enjoy the moment to the fullest and let it all sweep me away. I might never feel something like this again.
I'm not the only one getting close. The guys speed up, getting eager. Scrapper is moving faster and pushing deeper, challenging me as he bumps up against my throat. Each time it happens, I tighten around Mack, and they both groan as I squeeze them at the same time. It's raw, it's primal, and it's going to set me off.
I start moaning, and from the groans Scrapper starts making, he likes the vibrations of it. He fucks faster and I tighten my lips, encouraging him.
It works. Scrapper is the first to come, flooding my mouth with salty cum as his cock flexes with each shot, and he roars deep in his powerful chest. I swallow just as he pulls back and drops back onto the bed with a moan. Reaper takes control, slipping his hands into my hair and tilting my face so he can jerk off hard and fast over the valley of my breasts. He taps his cock against my lips and I open, just in time to lick him and suck the head into my mouth. He snarls like a wild animal and pulls back out with a wet pop before coming all over my chest and neck, his seed burning hot as it spills over my skin.
“Fuck,” he hisses as the last few drops drip out into my cleavage. He rolls off over to the side with a groan, leaving me with only Mack.
His eyes are stormy and his usually calm expression is wild. He reaches forwards and slides a finger through the combination of Scrapper and Reapers cum that clings to my lips and neck before bringing that finger to my lips. I open my mouth and suck it in, wrapping my tongue around the tip.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now,” Mack says with a deep groan. He rolls his hips, and his cock drags along a spot inside me that steals the air from my lungs. I grip the sheets so I don't fly away, and then let the feeling wash over me as I come again.
I think I'm screaming, the sound mixing with Mack's roar as he empties himself deep inside me. I tremble under him, lost in a world of pure pleasure. There are fireworks going off in my head and my skin is so sensitive I think I can feel every little molecule in the air brushing over it. Mack is braced over me, his hands planted on either side of my head, and his eyes are shut. He's breathing, just breathing. Coming back to Earth, just like me.
I finally dare to let go of the sheets and press my palm against his impossibly broad chest. “That was… something.”
He chuckles softly. “Just… something?”
I shake my head, for once in my life I’m at a loss for words.
Reaper laughs. “Fucking glad I lost that bet.”
“Told ya she’d be back,” says Scrapper. He shifts so that he can stroke my breast softly. I draw a sharp breath each time his fingertips brush over my nipples, but he's just playful.
I'm exhausted. “Can I stay here tonight? I promise I just need a shower and some sleep. I won’t cause any trouble.”
“I’ll get you a towel. The bathroom’s over here,” says Scrapper, crossing the room without a shred of self consciousness about being naked. I’m going to need some recovery time, but even so it’s a really nice view.
The TV is black now. At some point the camera feed cut off. I was worried that I would feel awkward after, but I don’t. Reaper, Mack and Scrapper treat sex like it’s the most natural thing in the world, no hang ups, no regrets, just four adults having a good time together. By tomorrow night they’ll probably have moved on to the next lucky girl—and the thought of that does burn a little—but I’m going to tuck this memory away and enjoy it because I have to get back to my real life. This is a night that I'm never going to forget.
Not ever.