30 - Whats Good for the Goose. #4
Blood rushed to my head and pleasure rushed through every other part of me, sweeping through me in a hot blaze of delight.
I struggled for breath as Ron squeezed tightly.
I looked at the mania on his face as he fucked me and knew there was nothing he wanted more than to get his hands on me.
I screamed as he gave me exactly what I needed, exactly what had been denied to me for months, and when it was over I felt as though he had taken everything from me.
There was nothing left. I was just a shell.
***
The morning after was awkward. Researching this lifestyle and living it were too different things. My night had been amazing, but Owen was the one who had to watch it and see me getting absolutely destroyed by another man.
When I returned, he was sheepish. It took us a little while to actually admit that we enjoyed the previous night.
Owen said he loved watching and offered to show me the videos and pictures Ron had taken, but I said they were made especially for him.
He asked me if I wanted to do it again. I would only answer if he went first. He said he would, and I was relieved because after I had a taste of Ron’s cock, I wanted more.
This time, it would be different though.
This time, Owen said that he wanted to be a direct part of it.
I nodded then kissed him, knowing that we were never going to have to worry about our intimacy issues again.
***
Ron came around to our house. Owen was sitting on the couch with me. Ron told him to move. Owen obeyed.
Ron placed his hand on my thigh and kissed me deeply, passionately.
He groped my breasts and pulled down my dress, showing Owen that I was being taken by another man.
He thrust his tongue down my throat and took my hand, pressing it against his crotch.
He then told me to get down on my knees.
I looked across at Owen as I did so. He was playing with himself already, getting turned on.
I turned back to Ron and unclasped his belt. I opened his jeans and pulled out his monstrous cock. I looked back, comparing the two men. Ron was bigger and thicker, and he was tastier, too.
I put on a show for Owen this time, showing both men how truly slutty I could be. I groped my breasts and started touching myself because I was becoming too aroused to ignore the sensations within me. I groaned and moaned, and saliva drizzled down Ron’s cock as I took him deep in my mouth.
He leaned back and enjoyed everything I had to offer him, and I looked up at him with utter obedience in my eyes. I was lost in him, but in the background, I could hear Owen’s bursting moans of pleasure, as well.
Ron pulled my head back and slapped me around the face a couple of times. Then he pulled me onto his lap and pulled my panties down, exposing my tight ass. He spanked me over and over again, leaving deep red hand-prints on my flesh. This almost sent Owen out of this world. It made me tremble, too.
After he was done spanking me, he started to toy with me using his fingers.
Pleasure spiraled and spun through me as though it was propelled by its own life force.
The energy within me was an inferno, and I couldn’t keep it controlled.
It burned and blazed and erupted within me over and over again, leaving me feeling as though I was vibrating without end.
Ron pushed me onto the couch and, this time, he did gag me, evidently done with using my mouth.
He took his belt and wrapped it around my head, tightening it as he locked it in my mouth.
I gasped and tried to stop saliva from dripping down, but I was a mess.
He treated me roughly again, this time in front of Owen, showing Owen that Ron didn’t care about respecting me. I was just a dirty little whore.
I looked at his cock with desperation in my eyes.All I wanted was to be fucked by him.
He teased me though, oh God how he teased me.
He tickled and taunted me, and he let his fingers dance within me.
He took me over to Owen, but when Owen reached out to touch me, Ron pulled me back, shaking my head.
He went back to the couch, and I fell on him, draped over him like a blanket.
I straddled him, and he lowered me onto his cock.
He bent me all the way backward, my hair falling down like a golden waterfall.
He made me look at Owen as I rode Ron. Ron’s hands were digging into my breasts.
The gag was still tight, making my jaw ache, but there was no pleasure for me without pain, just as there was no righteousness without sin.
I loved feeling Ron’s cock inside me. Somehow, it filled every part of me, and I came over and over again at the strength of him tearing my insides apart. But he wasn’t done.
He pulled me off and ordered Owen to come to the couch.
Owen sank down, still with his cock in his hand, although he was dwarfed by Ron.
Ron pushed me up against Owen. My head was in Owen’s lap and my ass was in the air.
Ron was at the other end of the couch, fucking me from behind.
I was trapped between these two men. When Ron came, he came hard, but that wasn’t the end of things.
Owen came, too, and his lust burst onto my face, coating me in warmth.
Ron pulled me away and told me to clean myself up.