Chapter 3 – Medusa
MEDUSA
I’m glad we were able to cheer the girls up and get them to understand that it’s time for our pet to leave, but it still broke my heart. I wonder if I can convince the guys we need a puppy. A puppy could be good in the sanctuary, right?
Forrest rubs my shoulders softly. “Why don’t we go take a little dip in the river?”
I’ve just bathed, but we all know these boys aren’t just in the mood for a nude swim. Their dicks have been hard most of the day, and their little touches have more than warmed my engine up. Plus, it means we aren’t getting rid of Platty. Not yet.
So, I stand from my spot beside the little inlet our pet likes to swim in. “Let’s go up a little more to where the water is extra warm.”
My men follow me, and I’m more than a little pleased when I can feel their eyes glued to my ass. This mom’s still got it!
When we reach the right spot, concealed fairly well with thick foliage around it, I seat myself down on a rock.
Bryon raises a brow. “Shouldn’t you be getting naked?”
I grin. “I’d rather… watch you guys get naked.”
Bryon shakes his head, but I know he’s smiling underneath that tough exterior. “What exactly are you expecting here?”
“A little bit of this!” Forrest shouts.
He climbs on top of another rock and begins to shake his ass like a male stripper. He slowly removes his shirt, inch by inch revealing his six pack, and then tosses his shirt at me. I’m laughing, even while my gaze is glued to his hands as they slide to his belt.
“Oh yeah! You want some of this!” he says, then spins around and sticks his ass out, smacking it.
I’m laughing harder. I don’t know if I’m turned on or just falling more in love with this man, but I’m liking it, either way.
He yanks off his belt and spins around. Putting it between his legs, he pretends to ride it like a horse. “Oh yes, you like this, don’t you?”
“You’re an idiot!” Bryon says, shaking his head, but Forrest isn’t the least bit discouraged.
Marcus just stares. “I’m not doing that.”
Forrest takes off his pants, throws that at me too. Then, in one movement, he yanks off his boxers. I'm not smiling when his massive erection appears. Damn, this boy might be a joker, but he has such a nice package…
“How about a little bit of this?” he asks, then starts rotating his hips so that his dick is moving around in circles.
“Come here,” I say.
He leaps down from the rock and comes to stand in front of me.
Without hesitating, I lean forward and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, all amusement draining from his face.
“That worked for her?” Bryon asks, sounding incredulous.
I don’t answer him, because my mouth is full of cock. But I reach forward and cup Forrest's balls, taking him deeper and deeper. Forrest’s hand digs into the back of my hair, and he starts to fuck my mouth slowly and deliciously.
My entire body is heating up. There’s just something sexy about a man working so hard to turn a woman on. There’s something I love about how much he goes out of his way to make me smile.
“Hold on,” Marcus says, from somewhere behind Forrest. “We didn’t get our turn to, uh, strip for you.”
I let Forrest’s dick slip out of my mouth, then lean forward and lick the tip, just to watch those brilliant green eyes of his turn darker.
He very reluctantly moves to my side, but his hand is on his dick and he’s stroking himself, eyes closed.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Turning to my other men, I wait.
“We’re really going to do this?” Bryon asks, grumpily.
Marcus doesn’t answer. He starts to remove his clothes, starting with his shirt.
Even though he’s not dancing or trying to make it hot, I don’t mind seeing his chiseled body one bit.
When his shirt’s unbuttoned, he folds it and places it on the rock behind him.
I have to hide my grin behind my hand. He’s so careful about not wrinkling anything, and I think it's just adorable.
Next he removes his socks and shoes and sets them beside the rock, then takes off his pants and boxers. When he’s done, he looks between my mouth and his dick.
“Want something, sailor?” I ask.
He raises a brow. “You know I do.”
I wave him over, reach out, and start stroking his thick erection. His eyes close, and his head tilts back. He'd better believe I’ll be sucking him soon, but not yet, not when I have a show to watch.
Bryon looks at Harold. My blond gargoyle is blushing like mad, but he starts to take off his clothes in a hurry, like he’s trying to get it over with. Again, I try not to laugh.
At last, Bryon throws his hands up in the air. “Fine, if it leads to sex!”
I can’t help but laugh, and he glares at me as he rips his clothes off one piece at a time.
My gaze goes to his cock, because, well, these four have made me a bit dick-obsessed.
Much to my happiness, he’s hard.
“Were you enjoying Forrest’s dance?” I ask, trying to sound serious.
His glare deepens. He walks over to me and says, “No, I was excited about this!”
I open my mouth to argue right back, and his shaft slides inside.
Oh fuck, I love when he gets all demanding and possessive like this. I love it when he uses me like I’m made for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.
Harold walks up beside him, and I watch him, curiously out of the corner of my eye. He kneels down in front of me, a massive blond god of a man. He tugs off my pants, tears off my underwear, and suddenly his mouth is between my legs.
I groan and Bryon tilts me back further, holding my head securely as he forces himself deeper in and out of my mouth. Marcus closes his hand around mine and reminds me to keep stroking, then his hand moves to my breast, stroking my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger.
My system is overloading. Harold is sucking and pressing between my folds like a man on a mission, and the way Bryon has taken control of me makes me feel like a creature made for sex.
Not a mother. Not a woman with a list of things to do and no time to get them done.
I’m just—me. A woman. Desired by my men.
When Bryon starts to speed up inside my mouth, I suck harder, knowing he’s close. His grip on my hair tightens. I gag slightly as his big shaft fills me entirely, and then, he comes, hard, shouting my name.
It takes several long seconds before his grip loosens ever so slightly. He takes his shaft and draws it slowly out of my mouth, then, holding my gaze, he pumps it in and out a few more times, letting me suck every inch of it.
Forrest appears at my side. He turns my head, and then his dick takes the place of Bryon’s. His grip is slightly looser, his movements less frantic and more deliberate. And I love it! There’s nothing better than my sexy men taking turns with me… other than maybe when they all take me at once.
Fuck. I think I just want them touching me, one way or another.
At that moment, Harold pulls his mouth from between my legs.
What? No!
I let Forrest’s dick pop out of my mouth and look down, trying not to whimper. But Harold has other plans. He picks me up and Marcus seats himself on the rock. Harold sets me onto the other man’s lap. Then, holding my gaze, Harold grabs Marcus’ shaft and steers it into my ass.
Which is hot as hell.
I’m so wet, but Marcus is a big man. A big man who loves my ass more than anything in this world and knows just how to fill up every inch of me.
Breathing hard, I’m overwhelmed by the sheer size of him as he sinks inch by inch deeper.
It’s the most exquisite feeling, like I’m perfectly hugging that line between pleasure and pain.
When he’s all the way inside, there’s one second when everyone is just staring and panting, before Harold stands up and places himself at my other entrance.
Marcus pulls my legs further apart and leans back further, making more room for the man in front of me.
Harold’s big cock sinks deeper inside of me, and my nails dig harder into his shoulders as every bit of air leaves my chest.
As he reaches his hilt, I let loose a string of curses.
“That’s one dirty mouth,” Forrest says, his voice thick with desire.
I look at where he’s standing at my side.
His gaze is glued to my mouth, and he still has one hand gripping his shaft.
His free hand slides into my hair, and he leans me back further and further on top of Marcus, who wordlessly complies, then dangles himself over my mouth.
One of my hands goes up to hold his shaft, and I lower him so that I can suck his balls.
“Oh fuck, Medusa,” he groans.
Encouraged, I suck harder, and then forget every damn thing as the two men inside of me start thrusting.
I swear I can’t think or function. I’m just a million nerves screaming in pleasure.
When Forrest tilts his dick down and starts to thrust into my mouth like a wild animal, I can only groan around him and let it happen.
When Harold starts to suck my nipples and thrust more rapidly into my pussy, I just wrap my arms around his head and hold him closely to my breasts.
When I can feel Marcus’s dick swelling in my ass, I’m craving the feeling of him exploding inside of me.
And then it does… and damn does it feel good.
My orgasm builds like something untamable, my inner-muscles swelling around Harold’s dick. I’m like a light, burning brighter and brighter, waiting to shatter. I’m not afraid… I’m reaching it for it like a person desperate for that brilliant release.
And at last, I do…
I break into a million pieces, riding the men inside of me as the ripples of pleasure sweep over me.
When Forrest explodes into my mouth, and Harold fills my pussy, I swear I’m experiencing complete and utter bliss.
The kind that makes me feel like every bone in my body has turned to mush and my head is finally, finally quiet.
After several long moments, Forrest pulls out of my mouth and collapses beside me. Harold strokes my face, kisses my cheek, and holds me close.
This moment… I wish it could last forever.