50 - Haley
50
Haley
Shivers ran up my spine as hands gripped my wrists, holding them up over my head, pinning them to the bed. I thought it was Shay, but that grip felt like Jordan. The same grip that might hold a baseball bat, or so I imagined. I opened my eyes behind the blindfold, but of course I still couldn’t see anything. They were in charge. They were in control .
That turned me on just as much as being with all three of them once again.
Lips returned to my mouth, claiming it with desire. Was that Lucas? Or Jordan? I tried not to think about it because I didn’t really want to know, but the curiosity was driving me wild in the best possible way.
Hands rubbed along my thighs, and then strong fingers eased my legs apart. I relaxed, allowing them to open me up, to use me how they saw fit. Weight shifted on the bed as one man knelt between my legs, his fingertips caressing a trail right up to my swollen sex. Stopping just short. I tried pushing my hips into him, but he stayed back.
They were teasing me.
I moaned into the other man’s kiss while squirming on the bed. I felt nude and exposed, unable to see what the man between my legs was doing. Why he was hesitating. Was he taking a moment to savor the way I looked, or was there some sort of problem? A pathetic little whimper escaped my throat.
“Shh,” someone whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. Then he stroked the back of his hand down my cheek, thumb gliding down my throat before tightening on my shoulder.
Another man grunted something, which was followed by a sound of approval. Like they were negotiating how they were going to take me.
Then I was being dragged to the edge of the bed, where I felt two thick thighs. Someone was standing at the edge of the bed. I heard the wrapper of a condom.
“I don’t want to feel anything between us,” I said. “I’m on birth control. As long as you guys are clean…”
The silence deepened.
“If you’re still worried, you can pull out,” I said. “But please. I want to feel you,” I practically begged.
Whoever was standing at the edge of the bed didn’t need any other invitation. Suddenly I felt the head of a bulbous cock gliding up and down my drenched slit, coating himself in my juices.
Two other sets of hands stroked my body lovingly, soothingly. Letting me know I was safe in their arms.
My skin felt like it was on fire as the cock kept teasing me. “I need you,” I moaned, unable to stay silent. “Stop teasing me. I need you to fill me.”
He pushed inside me, and I cried out in blissful release. I arched my back and filled the room with moans as the other two sets of hands gripped me tighter, holding me down on the bed. Reminding me that they were in control.
I loved it.
The anonymous cock pushed deeper, stretching me all the way. I had arrogantly assumed I would be able to tell them apart by their dicks, but I genuinely couldn’t tell who this was. It could have been any one of them, despite their small differences in size and shape.
The hands tightened on my body, an iron grip that prepared me for what came next.
The man between my legs began thrusting, in and out. He let out a soft groan as he fucked me shallowly at first, nothing more than an inch or two. The friction was perfect, especially from that angle, pushing against the sensitive spot on my forward wall. Whoever was pinning my wrists above my head switched them to a one-handed grip, then used the free hand to rub my clit.
“Mmm hmm,” one of the other men grunted approvingly.
I sighed happily as the man fucking me leaned forward, changing the angle. Driving deeper into me. My sighs turned to gasps as someone pinched my nipple, an electric jolt of ecstasy passing directly from my clit to my breast.
“Yes,” was the only word I could form as they took me.
I arched my back as the cock slammed into me steadily. Oh my God , it was almost too much, especially with one set of fingers circling my clit. Paired with the lips nibbling on my nipple, and the teeth dragging along my neck, it was practically a symphony of pleasure.
“She’s close,” someone gritted out. I couldn’t tell who.
“Come for us,” another man demanded, breath hot on my ear as his tongue swirled into my lobe.
“Mmm,” agreed whoever belonged to the teeth squeezing my nipple.
Three men who cared about me. Three men who were devoted to making me scream in pleasure.
I came apart underneath them, screaming and convulsing. They held me down on the bed as I clamped around whoever’s cock was drilling me, which gave me permission to lose control. I cried out in ecstasy, thrashing on the bed while they held me tightly, until the sensations blocked out everything else in my mind.
“Shh,” someone whispered into my ear as I came down.
“Breathe,” another man said on the other side. I was pretty sure it was Jordan, but I couldn’t be sure.
Someone rumbled with laughter. Whoever was still inside me, their cock was still pistoning slowly. I could feel the laughter through their hard length.
“What?” I asked. “What’s. So. Funny?”
“I’m just loving watching you come,” he replied. It was definitely Lucas—he was the one fucking me right now.
“Me too,” Shay agreed. He was the one behind me.
“Time to switch again, I think,” Jordan announced.
Weight shifted on the bed as everyone rearranged themselves, then grabbed my body and positioned me the way they wanted. On my knees on the edge of the bed, my face pressed down into the comforter. Hands moved on either side of me, pinning me down with my ass in the air.
I tensed, waiting to feel another cock plunge inside me.
But it was a tongue that I felt, licking up and down my slit. Strong arms wrapped around my thighs as the anonymous man buried his face into me from behind, devouring my pussy like it was everything he had ever wanted in life. His thumbs dug into my skin as I writhed against his face, pushing my hips back. I clenched my inner muscles around nothing , and let out an impatient little whimper.
Three sets of voices rumbled with laughter. They were enjoying teasing me.
Then the mouth disappeared from my sex, and I let out a gasp as a cock took its place. He plunged it inside, so impossibly deep that it felt like it was my first time again. The entire bed rocked as he began moving, fucking me steadily.
Spare hands caressed my body, finding my nipples, my breasts, my clit. They worshipped me together, all three of them.
And then one hand was on the back of my head, tightening into a fist in my hair. He twisted my head around, away from him, pushing me toward a waiting cock.
I sucked on it eagerly. I loved the way they were taking charge, not holding back. I never wanted them to hold back with me ever again.
I only wanted this .
I lost myself in the mindless drive of our bodies as one man fucked me, then another took his place. The cock left my mouth and was replaced with another, one that tasted like me. They were all large, and wide, and felt like perfect fucking heaven as they took turns. Using me like I existed only to please them.
“Fuck her mouth,” Shay commanded. He was on the bed to my left, holding my head down on the other man’s cock.
Whoever it was obeyed immediately. He took hold of my head with both hands, then began thrusting forward. Driving his cock down my throat, fucking it nearly as urgently as he had my pussy. I had a mental image of it being Jordan, but then I imagined it was Lucas.
Not knowing was so intense . It sent a new, naughty shiver up my spine while they fucked me from both ends.
Eventually, they rolled me over until I was on top of another man, straddling him like I was going to ride him cowgirl. His cock plunged up into me from underneath, and he grabbed my ass with both hands and guided me up and down.
Then another man was behind him, cock resting hotly against my ass cheek. Whoever was underneath me gave two more thrusts, then lifted me up until his cock fell out.
Without hesitation, the man behind me took his place, slamming his hard length into me.
I craned my head back and moaned loudly, not caring how much noise we made. It was just the three of them, and me. The woman they were sharing.
They alternated like that, a few pumps from behind, then a few pumps underneath. Their frenzy for me, their desire, became greater and greater every time they changed. Eventually, the man behind me was pushed out of the way, and the third man took his place fucking me from behind while I relaxed on top of the man beneath me.
I wanted it to go on forever.
“Her mouth,” someone insisted.
Whoever wasn’t with me knelt on the bed, then shoved my mouth down on their cock. I moaned around it, taking as much of it as I could, savoring the way I was being used.
The other two men continued taking turns with my pussy, and I lost myself in the push and pull of their possessive hands.
Eventually, one of them tried to drive into me while the other wasn’t done yet. One of them hissed, and I let out a surprised yelp. For a brief second, one of them was fully inside me—and the other man had just the tip inside.
“Sorry,” one of them growled.
“No!” I cried out. “I liked that.”
The hands on my ass tightened.
“Both of you,” I said. “I think you can both fit. A little bit.”
There was a silent moment where nothing happened. Where I had a cock in my pussy, another in my mouth, and a third one brushing against my inner thigh. None of them spoke. Were they looking at each other? Wondering if this was something they wanted to do?
Had I asked too much of them?
But then the man behind me repositioned himself, and I felt the pressure of his tip against my entrance.
Wedging up against whoever was underneath me. Joining him in my pussy.
“Fuck,” the man underneath growled.
“She’s tight,” the man behind me said, voice tight with concentration.
“I can handle it,” I assured them. Begged them. “Just don’t stop. Please. ”
The man behind me leaned in with his weight, and the tip slid deeper. Another centimeter. Then two. It was so tight, both of them inside me at the same time. Right on the edge of what I could handle.
Heat flared between my legs, demanding more.
The man kneeling on the bed next to me, with his dick in my mouth, rumbled, “Really? Is she…”
“Mmm hmm,” the man underneath me gritted out. “Both of us. Inside.”
“Just a little,” the man standing behind me said. “But…”
He pushed in deeper, and I let out a long, uncontrollable moan. I was pushing my hips back now, trying to take more. Both men moved with me, pistoning from both sides. Alternating.
The longer they moved, the more of them I took, until soon both of them were mostly inside me at the same time.
The man fucking my mouth moaned loudly, driven wild by the sight. His fingers tightened in my hair, and his length grew somehow harder between my lips.
All three of them were inside me at the same time.
It was everything I ever could have hoped for.
The rush of power I felt, being penetrated from all sides, was stronger than any margarita.
“Fuck,” the man behind me said while sawing into me. “I’m…”
“Yeah,” the one underneath me said. “Oh, fuck, yeah!”
“HALEY!”
Three voices cried out my name, somewhere between a prayer and a curse.
The sound finished me off, and my body was destroyed and rebuilt by another orgasm. This one had me thrashing even more than the first, driving my hips back to take as much of their dual cocks as I could. One of them began pulsing then, in time with the ragged cries of pleasure of the man underneath me. Then the one behind me was coming too, his cock practically vibrating as he blew his load inside me.
They hadn’t pulled out. They were both filling me up with their come, and I loved every filthy second of it.
I was crying out, practically screaming around the third cock with unrestrained ecstasy. Then that man was holding my head down, erupting inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips tightly around him as he shot his load down my throat, drinking him down, accepting his hot seed while the other two finished coming in my pussy.
The man who was behind me wrapped an arm around my chest, arching my back until I was pressed against his chest. He panted in my ear while his two arms gripped me as tightly as a snake.
“I told you we could share you,” the man, Jordan, whispered.
The one underneath me sat up and kissed me between my breasts. “That was even better than the first time.” So that was Lucas, then.
Shay, the one who had come down my throat, rumbled with laughter and grabbed my neck, pressing his thumb against my throat and brushing his lips against mine. “Better than the first time. And I can promise it won’t be the last.”
I grinned. “It had better not be.”