“You know what we’ve never done,” Doc said in a conversational tone. “Cum all over her at once.”
“But—” I began, and Doc pushed a finger to my lips. “You’re done talking, Tits.”
I closed my mouth as Doc unbuttoned his jeans. “Get them out, boys.”
I watched as all of them followed suit, producing four, thick, blood-darkened cocks.
When I was a virgin I never really thought about penises. I knew about them, obviously, but out of the context of a naked man, they seemed kind of silly or weird. They changed shape. They turned from one thing to another like a magician’s trick. When I thought about being with guys, when I touched myself and imagined having sex, I pictured flexing muscles and slamming hips, how heavy and strong a man would feel on top of me. In my year with Velvet House, I’d grown familiar with every aspect of the male body but kneeling, surrounded by so many cocks I felt lucky, almost dizzy with how openly greedy I could be with this most male thing.
My men stroked themselves as they looked at me, dividing me into parts with their eyes—lips, tits, stomach, ass, legs. I leaned back, arching up toward them and it felt so good to be lots of little things, instead of a woman, instead of someone who had to worry and think and plan and imagine. I could just feel. Just take it. My heart almost bottomed out at the filthiness of it, the four of them standing around me with their cocks in my face. All of them are there to use me. Doc grinning as he pumped himself. Eli’s slow strokes. Bobby’s strangled grip. Adriano rubbing the head of his massive, tattooed penis. All for me, all of them.
Eli was the first to touch me. He rubbed his head over my lips in a slow, almost tender movement.“Apri la boca.”Open your mouth.
I complied and he pressed into my throat. I gagged theatrically, and Bobby gripped my head from behind and pushed me forward. “She’s all yours, boss.”
“Good,” Eli snarled. “I’m going to fill that sweet mouth with cum.”
“Hurry the fuck up,” Doc said, rubbing his cock against my cheek. “I want those lips on me.”
“Get in line,” Adriano grunted, grabbing my hand, and wrapping it tightly around himself. He began to pump his scarred tattooed dick through my fingers, using my hand like a sleeve.
“Good idea,” Doc said, taking my other hand. “Pull fast, little slut. Make me cum all over your pretty face.”
I was enclosed, immersed in dick, slurping at Eli, while Bobby moved my head, pushing me back and forth. I jacked Doc and Adriano sloppily, trying to coordinate my movements as my empty pussy throbbed and contracted. I wanted one of them to stop what they were doing and fuck me, but I also never wanted this to end.
“Faster,” Eli groaned. “Faster.”
I could barely control my head, let alone go faster but when Bobby grunted in affirmation, I understood Eli was talking to him, not me. As his pace quickened the realization that two of my men were pleasuring each otherthrough mesent wetness slipping down my thighs. My men never touch one another, never want to, but the idea was so hot, I almost came contracting into myself like a girl humping her pillow.
“Yes,” Eli hissed. “Fuck yes.”
I tasted his orgasm, drinking it down as on my right and left Doc and Adriano moved faster, pushing into my closed fists, cursing, and panting. They had been waiting for this, for Eli to finish. As soon as he pulled away from my mouth—
“Get ready, Tits,” Doc growled. “Me and Adri are gonna make a fuckin’ mess of you.”
I moaned helplessly as wetness soaked me from both sides, the sleaziest, dirtiest spray. I closed my eyes and felt them finish on my cheeks and forehead, in my hair and down my neck, across my breasts. It felt like I could taste the two of them with Eli still lingering on my tongue.
“Look at her,” Adriano said with something close to rapture. “Look at her.”
But I wasn’t done, three pairs of hands grabbed me, turned me around, rearranging me onto all fours.
Yes, I thought ecstatically,Someone’s going to fuck me.
I was wrong.
“Open that slut mouth,” Doc snarled, and a fresh cock was pushed between my lips—Bobby’s. I’d know that thickness anywhere. I swallowed eagerly, so aware of my naked body, my aching pussy, the cooling liquid across my skin dripping onto the carpet. My men standing over me like gods.
“That pussy wants fucking,” Eli said languidly, as I wrapped my lips tight around Bobby, lapping at the flared head of his cock.
“It always does,” Doc said. “She’s been dripping since she got her tits out.”
“You wanna go first?”
“Nope, I’ve got just the thing for our little whore.”
A moment to wonder what he meant and then I felt it, something cold and smooth pressing deep inside me. Something that wasn’t a cock. I moaned, trying to turn and look but Bobby grabbed both sides of my face. “You stay here. You stay here ’til I nut down your throat.”
Trapped, I sucked Bobby harder as the thing began to move inside me, pulsing slowly, stretching me wider with every thrust. I shouldn’t have liked it, being penetrated by something unknown. I shouldn’t have ground back on it, moaning and shaking my hips.
