"You taste delicious," I told him.
The couch moved as Jules knelt on the other side.
"How do I taste?"
I turned my face and almost bumped my nose into his cock. At the last moment, I lifted my chin so my mouth found him instead. I ran my tongue over his slit and tasted him.
"You taste different from Archer, but just as delicious," I told him.
If I closed my eyes and tasted one and then the other, I could tell them apart, even after that small sample. Jules' arousal tasted saltier, and Archer had a hint of sweetness that was unexpected.
Together, they were a complex dish with layered flavors that left a whole new experience in the back of your mouth after you swallowed.
I drew Jules' cock into my mouth and sucked until my cheeks hollowed out. Then popped off him and turned back to Archer, giving him the same lavish treatment.
Boner and Cass were taking turns stroking my G-spot while the other toyed with my rear hole. Pressing their finger inside lightly and rubbing it around.
I had to keep switching between Archer and Jules to keep myself from coming too soon. It was difficult with two very different fingers inside me, not to mention the sight of both men with their eyes on my pussy and then on each other, exchanging kisses here and there and groaning into each other's mouths.
Eventually, Jules had enough of sharing. He tangled my hair around his fist and frantically fucked my mouth, making me gag, but never stopping.
If anything, every time I gagged, he drove in faster, harder and deeper.
"Look at you, you fucking whore," he whispered. "You have four men here, touching you and fucking you, and you love every minute of it."
I groaned my agreement and gripped his balls in my hand, holding them hard, massaging them, working him until he exploded in the back of my throat so hard I thought I'd choke.
He barely caught his breath before he was yanking himself out of me and shoving my face onto Archer's cock. Hand still in my hair he worked me hard and fast, while Archer hung on, trying to keep up with him.
"Don't hold back," Jules told him. "She needs this. She wants us to use her body. She loves it because we own her. Don't we?"
He tightened his grip on my hair until I thought he might tear out a clump.
I made no attempt to pull away. Jules was right, I was enjoying this, giving and receiving pleasure, even as rough as this. I wanted more.
Archer thrust a little faster, a little harder. More tentative than Jules had been, but still vigorous.
Right before Archer came, I did. Screaming out around his cock and gasping for air. Almost choking again when he shattered, spilling himself into my mouth.
He barely had time to pull out of me before Cass was picking me up off the couch.
"Lie back." He waited for Boner to do what he said before he pressed me into a straddle over Boner's hips.
"Lean forward," Cass snapped.
Still trying to catch my breath, I did as he said, resting my head on Boner's chest and listening to his heart thump.
Hands on my stomach, Cass lifted me up. He positioned my pussy over Boner's cock and lowered me down onto it.
I heard the click of a tube and cool fingers smeared lube on my rear hole. Then Cass knelt behind me and eased a finger inside my ass, smearing the lube around, stretching me out with one finger, then a second.
"Please," I whispered. He added a third finger, filling me up until I was almost ready to scream.
I needed more. I almost cried when he pulled his fingers out, but then he was replacing them with his cock, easing inside inch by inch, stopping to give me time to get used to him before pushing on.
"Holy shit," Boner whispered when Cass was fully seated inside me. "Hello there, Cass’ cock."
Cass snorted softly. "Hello yourself."
