My moans elicited a chuckle, that was unmistakably Everest’s. No need to chastise myself for being able to tell them apart already. And no time to do so because his tongue swirled on my nipple several times, then he suckled me into his mouth.
Every nerve ending in my body perked. Were my nipples and clit connected? I swore I could feel a current racing between them, driving me toward another release.
A finger tucked under my chin had my tongue reaching out. There was no finger begging for entrance this time.
The velvety hard head of a cock was waiting. A salty drip. A slap of the cock against my lips. Was I about to get double teamed? Three holes were out of the question, but I could do two. I wanted to do two. Everest would have to keep milking my breast for his role.
He, who I presumed was Phoenix, moved slowly so I could lick the entire length of his shaft. My brain tried to use my tongue to gauge how big he was even though I’d seen his glorious erection. Licking it just made it feel so much… more.
Tongue out, I opened my mouth wide, begging him to fill this end. He matched the rocking motion created by Atlas. As soon as my mouth was full, I sucked for dear life.
The orgasm that had been building teetered on the edge.
I loved being taken by both of them… too much. The explosion of my orgasm had me crying out around the mouthful of cock. I coughed and gagged.
Phoenix gripped my face and pulled out, but I was riding too wild of a high to be upset. Everest replaced his mouth with his hand on my breast.
Wave after wave of pleasure took over my body. The fullness of my sex brought meaning to the orgasm. It finally got to do its job, milk that cock for every bit of seed he had to give.
My sex tightened and released repeatedly as Atlas’ cock throbbed inside of me until his cum was dripping down my legs.
My head fell forward then his body sagged on top of me, the warmth of his chest on my back, his breath on my ear. “Love you, babygirl.” His emotional utterance confirmed my suspicions.
We rested for a bit before he slid out of me and they repositioned.
Atlas asked, “Color?”
“Green.”
The next stepbrother lined up at my entrance but when I tried to back myself onto him, a sharp slap stung my bottom. Was that supposed to make me want to stop? Fail.
When I rocked my hips again, he changed strategy—his fingers gripped my hips so hard it hurt. I instantly understood the allure of potential bruises, physical reminders of the moment.
Then a wet, hot cock swept over my lips. The mixed scent of musk and my release enveloped me. The only sad thing was that if some of Atlas’ seed was left on him, it wasn’t inside of me.
I guessed that wouldn’t matter.
He only let me have a few licks before backing away. From the sounds of his footsteps he moved beside whoever was behind me.
Mumbles, that I suspected were whispers between them, were followed by sounds of impending mischief.
The hardened tip that had been teasing my sex, finally pressed inside, meeting my backward thrust. My body begged for relief. He stretched me to new heights, pausing while I struggled to accommodate him.
He landed more spankings on my bottom, although he wasn’t able to give a hard swat like before now that we were joined. Each one caused my sex to tighten—not helpful.
Then as if toying with me, he began slow thrusts, giving my bottom a pat after each backward stroke, alternating sides, which I appreciated because it offered a balance. Did he realize it could have thrown me off track if he’d only spanked one side?
Me and my quirks, which were decidedly on the calm side right now—a sure sign this was right. Right enough.
My body ached with the need to come again.
Someone reached underneath me, working my breast, playing with my beaded nipple. I’d had no idea before today that breast play could heighten my orgasms.
The spankings dropped off as the thrusts quickened. The build of my next climax started.
Sloppy sounds punctuated the air as he pumped with all his might, no doubt working hard to ensure his chance of putting his baby inside of me. One of his hands gripped my shoulder while the other pressed on my back.
His cock swelled, testing my limits, as he growled his release. We both caught our breath before he pulled out. I missed him already, but his fingers moved low on my inner thigh, dragging upward.
