Chapter 10
SABLE
"You know what I like about beds like this?" Leif said, plopping down onto the mattress. He rolled one way, then the other, making the iron bed frame squeak.
"Let me think for a moment." I lay down beside him. "Is it because they look pretty?"
He chuckled. "No, it's because I can make them rattle all night long." He reached for me, lying beside me, one leg draped over mine.
"All night long, hmm?" I asked. That sounded good to me.
"All night long." He nodded confidently.
"Yeah, right, one round and you'll be snoring," Woody said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Are you casting aspersions on my stamina?" Leif asked without looking over at him.
"No, but I am." Forrest walked right past Woody and sat down on the other side of me.
Woody scowled at him as if he'd taken his spot.
"I thought they were my friends," Leif said with mock sadness. His mouth was turned down, but his eyes shining with humor.
"We are your friends, that's why we're honest with you," Woody said. "One round."
"Honest is one way to put it." Leif smirked at him.
"When have I ever not been honest?" Woody pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped deeper into the room.
"I can't think of any instances right this moment," Leif said. "But to be fair, all the blood in my body is not currently in my brain."
My gaze dropped to his grin. No prizes for guessing where all the blood currently was. The front of his pants were straining so much, it must have been borderline painful.
"One of us had to be capable of coherent thought. Since I designated that as myself, I brought us something." Forrest held out his hand. Across his palm lay a tube of lube.
"That looks like a present for all of us," Leif remarked approvingly.
"Only if Sable wants it to be," Forrest said firmly. "She may not be ready for that."
I blinked at him a couple of times before making up my mind.
"I'm ready," I said. "How do we do this?" I gestured between the four of us.
"However you want to," Forrest said. He raised a questioning eyebrow at me.
"I suppose getting naked would be a good start," I said. I was always down for seeing them with their clothes off.
"All good things start with getting naked," Leif agreed, starting to tear off his clothes and throw them this way and that. Somehow he managed to hit Forrest in the face with his boxers. They landed on his forehead and stayed there.
Forrest peeled them off and threw them at Woody, who made a face while ducking out of the way.
"Gross, no thanks. Keep your underwear to yourself."
I laughed at them both while peeling away my jeans and shirt. I worked my way down the bed and got off so I could fold them and place them on a hamper in the corner of the room.
If any of them noticed me being so neat and precise, they didn't say anything, didn't laugh at me for it.
They waited until I was ready to crawl back onto the bed before pulling my bra and panties off me and throwing them roughly in the direction of the hamper.
They missed and my underwear ended up on the floor.
I supposed everything would end up in the washing machine sooner or later.
"You're so beautiful," Forrest said softly.
"I was about to say that," Leif said.
Forrest gestured at him to go ahead.
"You're so beautiful," Leif said, nodding.
"What they said." Woody sat on the end of the bed. He'd stripped down to his boxer briefs. His cock was so hard it was almost poking a hole in the front, but he looked like he wasn't sure how to proceed. Where did he fit into all of this? Where did any of us?
One step at a time.
Forrest started by placing the lube down on the edge of the mattress and scooting down to lie between my legs. He ran his hands up and down the outsides of my thighs, then over the top to the insides, parting them lightly before pressing the flat of his tongue against my clit.
"This is a good start," I said, a shiver passing through me. Tongues and clits were always a good icebreaker.
I looked to Woody and Leif. "I want to taste both of you," I said. "Not at the same time," I added quickly before one of them could say it.
"You have a talented mouth, but I don't think you'd fit us both in," Leif said.
While Woody was still pushing off his underwear, Leif, knelt beside my face, stroked his cock. Pre-cum glistened, slick and inviting.
I licked my lips in anticipation. Why was he not… Oh.
I was waiting for him, but he was waiting for me. Always ready, eager for me to take control.
"I want you to fuck my mouth," I told him, parting my lips to let him slide inside.
While Forrest licked me, I licked and teased Leif, sucking the head of his cock before taking him in deeper. I sucked a handful of times before turning my face and wrapping my lips around Woody's cock, sucking and licking him too.
They both tasted different, but they were both smooth, hot and hard. Both just as delicious.
"Perfect fucking mouth," Woody whispered. He wrapped his fingers around a handful of my hair, holding me on his cock for a minute or two before turning my face back to Leif's.
"I don't want to be greedy," he said. He sounded pained though, like sharing was difficult, but he was willing to give it a try.
I went back and forth while Forrest devoured me.
His fingers slipped inside my pussy to stroke me, driving me to the edge then back away again.
He did that several times, expertly playing my body like a violin, knowing exactly how fast to lick and suck, exactly where to touch me.
How fast, how slow, paying careful attention to every moan and gasp that slipped from my lips.
Every rattle of the bed when I rolled my hips.
Creak, creak, creak, rhythmic, and perfect.
Finally, with his lips wrapped around my clit, I came hard, grinding against his mouth. Leif's cock dropped out of my mouth. I gasped for air and screamed out as the world disappeared in a haze of orgasmic bliss.
Forrest went on devouring me until I came back to myself. My breathing slowed, sweat slick on my skin.
"I need you to fuck me," I whispered, with what voice I could manage. "Please."
Leif and Woody moved back a little to let Forrest lie down and guide me so I was straddling his lap, his cock pressed against my entrance.
My hands on his chest, I lowered myself onto him, slowly letting him fill me all the way up.
"You feel perfect," Forrest groaned. "Absolutely perfect." His eyes crossed, but he kept palming my nipples, making them harder. More sensitive than before, making me aroused all over again.
I rode him slowly for a few minutes before picking up the lube and handing it to Leif. I'd thought it might be awkward, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, the perfect next step tonight.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Very sure," I replied. I leaned forward far enough for him to smear the cold lubricant onto my rear hole.
He tossed the tube aside and crouched behind me, his knees on either side of Forrest's legs. He pressed a finger into my hole, smoothing the lube around slowly and carefully, waiting for me to relax before pressing in another, then another.
Between Forrest's cock and his hand, I felt so full. So good.
That was nothing compared to the way I felt when he slid his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Easing again, giving me time to adjust, he pressed inside me, a little bit. A little bit more. Then he was all the way inside me. Two thick, hard cocks inside my body.
I'd never felt anything like it. It was pure heaven. We hadn't finished and I already wanted to feel it again. And again. For now, I was going to enjoy every moment.
I turned my face to Woody and jerked my head, gesturing for him to come closer. He crawled over on his knees. Waited until I opened my mouth and guided his cock back inside.
Just as I suspected, three cocks were better than two.
I pulled my mouth from Woody's cock for a moment.
"Fuck me," I said to all of them. "Please. Don’t hold back." I wanted everything they had, every thrust, every groan, every drop.
They started slow at first. Careful, but out of synch. One would slide in when another was sliding out. Leif chuckled and stopped for a moment to get into rhythm with the other two.
"That's better," he said when he started to thrust again, his strokes even and matching the other’s.
I couldn't argue, so I didn't. When I thought this couldn't get any better it did. The near unison they achieved took this to the next level.
Forrest thrust up into me, while Leif eased in and out of my ass. Woody had a little less restraint. His fingers again tangled in my hair, holding me on his cock while he moved in and out of my mouth, while I was breathing slowly in and out through my nose.
I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy every slide of skin on skin. The wet sounds, the moans and groans and grunts, as they worked themselves in and out of my body. For the first time in my life, I felt whole, complete. I trusted these men with my body and my heart. And they trusted me. Loved me.
This was better than winning any lottery on earth. Instead, I won comfort, safety, love and bliss. The last, coming harder than the first time, as a second orgasm engulfed me.
My pussy clenched around Forrest's cock, driving him to an orgasm of his own. He was followed quickly by Leif, thrusting faster, hands gripping my hips. Fingers digging, hurting a little, but just right.
They sagged while Woody was still going, keeping a consistent rhythm as he fucked my mouth.
His eyes were half-closed, teeth clenched, holding himself hard until he eventually came, squirting, warm, salty, cum into my mouth, coating my tongue.
He opened his eyes and locked them on me while he slid himself out.
Smiling at him, I swallowed deeply, every last drop, before licking my lips. "Delicious."
"You're delicious." Forrest pulled my face down to his, kissing me, the taste of my release still on his mouth. "Good girl."
"I think I can safely say we're all delicious." Leif carefully eased out of me and flopped down next to me. "But I prefer to be called good boy."
"Some of us more delicious than others," Woody said. "And he'd call you good if you were."
"Fair point." Leif chuckled.
"We're all equally delicious," I said. Forrest still inside me, I lay down on his chest, my hair spreading out to the sides. I turned my head and listened to his heart beating, gradually slowing after his exertion.
If I could capture this moment and bottle it, I'd keep it forever. Just me and my beautiful men, squeaky bed and all. This was the perfect bubble.
Right before the world went to hell.