“My God… thank you, my love.”
A better woman would have slapped the fuck out of them, but fuck it. I’ll be a better woman tomorrow. Tonight? I’m just gonna be a well-fucked one.Damn, I been hanging out with Constance too much.
“St-stop... w-wait!” I pant, shaking so hard I think the bed might actually snap. My heart skips as three sets of greedy, predatory eyes look up at me. They all let out a whimper that vibrates against my skin.
“Why, baby?” one asks, his tongue rolling out to flick my nipple before he suckles it so hard his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Yes, why should we stop, sweetheart?” Another kisses my pussy, his face already covered in my juices. “Please, love, don’t make us stop. We’d rather die than stop.”
The third one sways on his knees next to them, his thick dick bulging against his grey sweats. He reaches up and pinches my other nipple, grabbing it in his big hand with a pressure that makes my pussy pulse and squirt right into the face of the one still between my legs. Shamefully, I look down, but when I see his eyes are lit up happily and he’s grinning, I’m at a loss for words.
“Oooo yummy!” he giggles, licking his lips. “Thanks for that, brother.”
“No problem,” the other winks.My head is swimming.
“I... I c-can’t... uhm... I c-can’t t-tell you apart!” I stammer, my mind in a thick fog as all three of them chuckle.
“Tell us apart? Why worry about that now, love? We don’t matter. Only you.” The one sucking on my titty like it’ll give him milk growls against my skin.
“B-because... I... I... ughhnnn!” I throw my head back in ecstasy when the one leaning over me rubs his bulge against my nipple, making me shiver. “I... I w-want to know!” I demand.
And I really do. I want to know who is who. I want to be able to call their names while I curse them the fuck out and slap the dog shit out of them tomorrow. For now, I just need to be able to tell them apart.But how?
“Look at our sweet baby. She’s always thinking about us.”
“Yes, we have the sweetest girl in the world.”
“Fucking right. The sweetest everything, from her lips to her pussy to her toes. Our sweet girl is delicious.” Their hands are everywhere. Their lips are everywhere. I’m being consumed, but I fight for my life, trying to stay sane.
“Heel!” I shout.
All at once, they pause, their ears pinning back and their tails immediately deflating, kneeling on the floor side-by-side next to me, legs tucked under them with their hands behind their backs. I sit up, panting. The only thing keeping me alert right now is the fact that I want to punish these assholes.After having some fun time, that is…
“Did you not hear me say wait?!” I glare at them. My pussy clenches so fucking tight when they lower their heads, whining like love-sick animals.
God, this is so fucking sexy. To think they kept this from me! No! Keep it together, Mel!
“Did you not hear me?!” I repeat, and they look at one another before nodding.
“Sorry, sweetness. We just got so excited... we have wanted you like this for such a long time.” One pouts, but I hold up my hand, silencing him. He lowers his head, muscles flexing, and I notice that all three of their dicks are straining against their sweats.Damn, this is fucking crazy.They wanted me like this but didn’t act on it?!
“Enough excuses. Tell me how I can identify you. Is there a birthmark or something?” I mutter. As soon as the words leave my lips, I immediately realize there isn’t. I’ve licked every inch of their bodies over the years, and I never noticed a difference. They are the same, down to the tattoos, the muscle mass, the dick length, and girth.These men are identical.
They fidget, and one of them raises his hand.
“Speak.”
“Baby, there isn’t any of that. You should know by now. Your sexy lips have kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of ourbodies,” he smirks, and my heart jolts at his words and that look.I know that look all too well.“However, we do have a way.”
“Wh-what is it?” I stammer.
“Permission to stand, my love?” My thighs tremble, and my throat goes dry.
“ U-uhm… p-permission granted,” I answer, and he stands and walks over to the corner where the Christmas tree is, grabs one of the boxes, and saunters back over, placing it in my hands.
“Wh…?”
“Just open it, baby,” one cuts me off, and I glance at all three of them, gritting my teeth. I nod and open the gift with shaky hands. Inside is a large, blue velvet box with a beautiful gold “PP” logo embroidered on top.It’s stunning. The quality is next level. Really? They went high-end for this?
