Walker snorts. Finn shuts up and goes back to jackhammering me at that insane pace. He’s hitting a spot inside me that Walker’s angle missed, shorter but more direct, and the sensation just stacks until I’m seeing stars behind Grant’s balls.
Finn comes.
He makes an undignified noise and pulls out at the last second, spewing mostly on my thigh and my back. He’s still twitching through the last of it when I hear Miles shoving off the couch.
“Move.”
“I’m still—I’m literally still unloading, man—”
“You’re done.” Miles takes his spot.
Finn lands on the floor and, by the sound of it, stays there. “Rude,” he says to no one.
A new, different cock pushes into my hole.
He’s thicker than Finn’s but still not as big as Grant’s or Walker’s, and holy fuck does he know how to use it. He doesn’t just shove in and start pounding—no, he slides in slow, fucking me with this weird wavy motion that makes his cock drag against my walls in ways Finn’s never could. Every stroke hits my prostate dead-on, like he’s got the GPS coordinates locked into my sweet spot, and it’s all I can do not to scream around Grant’s cock still buried down my throat.
A tiny, choked sound escapes me anyway, muffled instantly by Grant’s fat cockhead. Miles pauses, hips flush against my ass, throbbing inside me.
“Did he just moan?” Walker asks from somewhere above me.
Miles grips my hips and keeps going. Hit. Pull back. Hit again. My whole body shakes with it. My rim flutters around him every time he bottoms out, clenching without my permission, and Miles makes a quiet sound of satisfaction and does it again.
And again. And again.
Something starts building that I don’t recognize. It’s not like anything I’ve felt before, not like the regular heat of an orgasmclimbing. It’s deeper, starting in my guts and radiating outward. I have about two seconds to wonder what’s happening before it rips through me.
My whole body spasms, my back arching off the couch as pleasure fucking hits me, wave after wave of it lighting up every nerve. My hips jerk, my hole clamps down hard on Miles’ cock, my throat flutters around Grant’s junk, and it feels like I’m dying in the best possible way.
Miles stays buried balls-deep, letting me ride it out while my vision whites out.
The orgasm goes on for what feels like a full minute. My body wrings itself out around Miles, tight and shaking and completely outside my control. When it finally fades, I’m left trembling and oversensitized everywhere.
I’m still hard.
I’m impossibly still hard.
I didn’t spill a single drop of cum.
And it hits me that I just got fucked into a dry, untouched nut like a total bitch.
Holyshit!
“Dude, what the fuck? Did he just cummed from getting his ass blown out?” Finn says from the floor, sounding vaguely offended. “I didn’t even know guys could nut like that.”
“Holy shit,” Walker says. “He actually hit a full-on pussy-gasm.”
“It’s because I know how to work a hole,” Miles says, his voice smug as hell.
“Bro, you didn’t do anything, you just—”
“I dideverything,” Miles interrupts. “You guys are just amateurs.”
Grant pulls his cock out of my mouth. I gasp, my chest heaving as I finally catch real air, but he doesn’t give me a break. He drags his heavy cock across my face, glazing my cheek and lips with a mix of my own spit and his slop, using my face to stroke himself.
“What a little freak,” he says, soft and rough all at once. “Came without even touching his own junk. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He rubs the fat head across my lips, back and forth, slapping it against my mouth before rubbing again. “Pretty little doll just needed some dick to wreck your hole, didn’t you? Needed someone to fill up your little cunt.”
Fuck, yeah.
