29. Melody #2
Rebel gets in front of me, pressing his cock into my mouth and burying his hands in my hair to help me move.
The flavors of flesh and precum coat my tongue as I press my lips tight and rock between the two of them.
We’re just starting to fall into the new rhythm when Mad Dog slides his rough hands up and down my sides before reaching around to cup my breasts.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Think you can handle more?”
“Hm?” I mumble around Rebel. More? What does he mean by more?
“You can take all three of us at once, but it’s a step up on the kinkiness scale.” He drops a hand to my ass and cups it, helping me move back and forth.
It takes a moment before I realize what he means. I pull back from Rebel, my lips swollen from use. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” I’m not panicking exactly, and I did ask for rough, but…
“We’ll start slow. Let me just try something. Gentle first, okay? Stop me any time you want. If it happens, it happens.”
A moment of letting my brain process his intentions, but then I—very cautiously—nod. I don’t have any real experience with butt stuff, but I trust them. All three of them. They wouldn’t try something that they didn’t think I’d like.
I’m nervous as hell, but once the idea of being filled by all three at once is in my head, it’s hard to let go. How much more overwhelming would that be?
Riptide laughs softly beneath me. He swirls the hair hanging down over my shoulder around his fingers. “Let us give you a reason to wanna come back to us. Something no one else can give you.”
“I think you’ve already done that,” I say with a grin. “But okay.”
Riptide wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his chest, making it easier for Mad Dog to get access.
Mad Dog then picks up the little bottle of lube and pours some onto my ass. Guiding the slick liquid with his finger, he gathers it right down the middle and pushes a little inside. I draw a sharp breath, freezing still. It feels bizarre.
More lube, spread around my nervously clenched muscle until he pushes his finger in, gently, just a little. It’s not bad, especially not with Riptide still buried deep in my pussy, but strange. Something new.
Mad Dog continues the process, gently ramping up until I realize his finger is sliding in easily to about the first knuckle. Riptide loosens his hold, and I straighten up a little, moving again and getting used to the feel of being filled in both holes.
“Fuck, you look sexy like that,” Rebel says, watching.
I’m awash in an ocean of sensations, and the swelling heat that my nervousness drove away is coming back, stronger than ever.
“Adding a finger, honey.”
I try not to tense up, to let Mad Dog run the show.
He adds lube with everything he does, and the feel of his finger in my ass is starting to meld with having Riptide inside me.
He adds a second finger, and the adjustment goes much faster than the first. Everything is so slick.
I thought it would be scarier, but maybe I’m getting a little used to this after all?
Rebel guides his cock to my mouth. I look up at him through my lashes and open, letting him slide between my lips again. He moans, and I feel my clit throb in reply. I don’t know if any of us are going to last until the main event. I wanted wild, and I’m getting it in spades.
Mad Dog pulls his fingers back, and suddenly I feel weirdly empty. “Mmm?”
“Just relax now. Push back a little.” He places a calming palm splayed between my shoulder blades. Something thick nudges my ass. It’s the moment of truth. Can I really handle all three at once?
I groan around Rebel’s cock as Mad Dog pushes inside.
Slick and smooth, but thick, and while Rebel and Riptide keep still while he pushes, it’s still a lot. I hold up a hand and he pauses, giving me time to adjust.
And I do. It doesn’t hurt, not much. Mostly… new and strange. But he’s already warmed me up. I pull off Rebel long enough to say, “Okay. Just slow.”
It’s so slow that it’s almost too much. He eases himself deeper and deeper, finding space next to Riptide’s big cock. By the time he stops, his narrow hips pressed against my ass, I swear there can’t be more to him. But I’ve done it. Front and back. I can’t quite believe it.
“Okay?”
I nod.
“Gonna start moving.”
I nod again, no words coming.
Both he and Riptide rock, gently at first. I’ve never felt anything like it. Fingers weren’t nearly enough to fully prepare me for the feeling of two full-size cocks sliding in and out of me at once. Holy shit.
Faster and faster, they find their own rhythms, working together, but not quite in sync, so the feeling keeps changing.
Sometimes they’re fully alternating, and then there are the moments where they both push in at once, and those are the ones that have me groaning deep in my throat and clinging to Rebel’s thighs with my fingers digging in.
And as soon as I seem to be handling being double fucked okay, he resumes fucking my mouth so I’m taking all three of them at once.
It’s mind-blowing. And my superheated center is fully on board. Heart thundering, nostrils flaring and thighs quivering, I push back against the guys. Heat spreads, filling me and preparing me to go supernova between the three men I’ve fallen for.
My world is sensations, and the room is just sounds now, of flesh against flesh, of deep groans and throaty moans, of heavy breathing and the wet squelch of sex. I’m going to come soon, my toes already curling, and from the sound of it, everyone else is close too.
Like a fertility goddess surrounded by her expert lovers, I feel worshiped. Creation and destruction at the same time as my universe explodes and I come apart between them. There’s nothing left except me, the strongest orgasm of my life and the three big cocks still inside me.
Blood roars in my ears as I cling to Riptide beneath me so I don’t totally lose touch with all things physical. And as my orgasm washes over me, in tight wave after wave, Riptide is the first to join me.
He hisses a tight, “Oh fuck.” And then I feel him pulsing once, twice, three times, unloading deep in me as my twitching pussy milks him for every single drop.
Rebel and Mad Dog come at the same time, thick cum spilling over my tongue and deep in my ass. I shudder between them, my orgasm still rolling while they fuck me through it for as long as we can last, until we’re all wrung out and they back off and slip out of me.
Exhausted, I roll off Riptide, moaning as he slides out, leaving me empty but not alone. On every side, there’s a sexy, loving man petting and kissing what parts of me he can reach. I feel like a popped balloon. A limp, empty reminder of the party that just finished.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
Riptide chuckles. “How was that? Good, or did we fuck up?”
“You fucked me, not up, and… wow. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Told you we’d give you something to remember,” Mad Dog says as he runs a hand along my side and over my hip. “You fucking took us all.”
I nod lazily. “I did, right? That really happened.”
Tomorrow, I’m going to have to leave, and one way or another my life is going to change, but right now in this moment, I’m right where I want to be.