31 - Three Player Game #4
She bit down on the gag as she braced herself against him, taking everything he had to offer, wanting it, needing it, craving it as it split her soul in two and let warm, flowing nectar seep through her body.
He bent down. His heavy breaths were savage, and they crashed over her body as he fucked her.
He groped her breasts, leaving deep marks.
Matt bit her and breathed against her, whispering how naughty she was, how dirty, how she was nothing more than a slut for young men to use and abuse. She loved every kinky minute of it.
A delirious smile came over her face as Tommy slammed into her again and again.
It didn’t seem as though he was ever going to stop before he pulled out, too.
At the same moment, Matt whipped the gag away from her mouth, and she gasped for breath.
Her mouth hang open as the two men came kneeling over her, two giants who dominated her.
They brushed her hair and sweat away from her face while they jerked off over her, as though she was no better than the porn they were watching earlier.
She remembered the look on the face of the woman that she had been watching and wondered if that same look was reflected in her now.
Her body was on fire, and she felt as though the world was going to swallow her whole. The men were perfect.
She dug her fingers into the sheets of the bed as her body thrummed and boiled, wondering how she had managed to survive this long without feeling anything like this.
And she also felt pride in knowing that nobody else had ever done this with Matt and Tommy.
The age difference added another layer of desire to sex.
Even both of them added together only just about made it to her age, and this made her moan again.
They were beautiful in their intensity, and although she knew they could never do this in the outside world, she was happy keeping them in her bed.
She gazed at them deeply, loving the sight of their huge cocks.
The swollen tips were raw and hungry. The hands were locked around them, moving so fast it was like a blur.
The air was hot and heavy, and there was no escape.
She might as well have been trapped, but if she was, then she was a willing captive.
She moaned and begged them to give her what she needed, what they wanted to give her. She pressed her hands against their thighs. Their bodies were so hot that her skin was almost scorched. Tommy and Matt groaned tersely.
They lifted their heads, and Stacey writhed, knowing what was coming.
It was so close she could almost feel it.
Then she heard the rush of moans as the release came crashing through them and exploded out, raining down on Stacey in thick, viscous jets.
The warmth splashed down on her face, neck, and breasts.
Her tongue flicked out to catch the remnants that lingered on her lips, while the rest of it sizzled on her skin.
Her chest heaved, and she looked down at herself, realizing what a mess they had made of her, but she knew she had never looked so beautiful before.
Her skin had been marked and used, and now she was stained with their orgasms. The cum pooled on her.
There was so much of it, so much these young men had to give her.
They reeled back, dazed and smiling. Then they leaned over to kiss her, leaving their cum on her as though it proved that they had marked her.
“Was that everything you dreamed of, boys?” she asked in a dreamy, breathy voice.
“Fuck yeah,” Matt said, grinning at Tommy.
Stacey moaned happily. “We’ll have to do it again sometime. I get the feeling that you’re not quite done with me yet. At least, I hope not,” she said, giving them a look of intent.
Tommy promised her that this wasn’t the end, but he and Matt said they should get back to the party. They got dressed again and left her in bed, reeling from all that she had experienced.
After catching her breath she pulled herself up and walked to her en suite bathroom.
As the shower ran, she admired her body.
The cum glistened on her skin, and the marks on her back and ass were bright red.
A handprint had been left around her neck, and her jaw ached.
There were marks that she was proud of, and it felt as though something primal had been released within her.
They might have been her son’s friends, but now they were her lovers, and she wasn’t done with them.
There was so much more she wanted to experience, so much pain she wanted to feel mixing with pleasure.
She walked into the warm steam and let the water cascade down her body, knowing that she had gotten something that few people had. She wasn’t trapped in a passionless marriage anymore, nor was she some kind of na?ve girl who didn’t know what she was doing.
No, she was a woman, and she was possessed by a keen desire to be used and abused by younger men. She had found the perfect two, and she couldn’t wait to see them again.