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Freedom.
The idea is so unfamiliar to me, I almost have a hard time making my mouth form the word. But I want this. I really want this. "Show me."
He smiles, wide and genuine, without holding any of himself back. His fingers on my thigh spread wide, then he bends down and kisses my breasts, first one, then the other. His cock nudges the inside of my thigh as he moves, making me draw a soft gasp.
Riot tosses something that Ghost catches and opens with the tearing of plastic, before he covers himself. God, I'm so naive. I didn't even think about protection. No wonder Bonnie made that comment when I first got here. These men are dangerous in more ways than one.
Tex lies down next to me, taking my hand in his and wrapping it around his cock as he leans in to kiss me on the neck. "Hold on tight, honey," he says with a chuckle.
Riot drops on the other side, capturing my breast in his big hand. His thumb flicks over my nipple. “You look so fucking hot right now.”
I reach for his steel hard dick, giving it a squeeze before dragging my nails lightly over that soft skin. He hisses with pleasure.
Ghost takes himself in hand. He slides the thick head of his cock slowly up and down through my folds, spreading my slickness all around and over himself. The anticipation is killing me. I squeeze Riot and Tex. How many other girls have emotional support cocks to keep them busy while they wait for their first time? I struggle to keep a straight face, because I don't want any of the guys thinking that I'm laughing at them.
And then Ghost moves, and I forget all about it.
He goes slow, his hips moving in a sinuous wave as the pressure turns to an ache and I feel myself opening for him and around him. I’m so wet, and beyond ready, but it’s still a tight fit. Not pain, but an odd discomfort. The sensation of my body readjusting itself as it learns what I’m capable of.
Riot kisses my breast, then up my chest, over my collarbone, laying down a trail up into my neck. At the same time, Tex starts right behind my ear, then kisses his way in the oppositedirection, towards the other breast. And all the while, Ghost works his thick length into me, inch by inch, letting me feel the stretch, and then pulling back before going a little farther. Each time I’m sure I’ve taken all I can, and each time he proves me wrong.
And then he's in. All the way.
"God yes," I moan, which turns into a little gasp as Riot nibbles my ear. "Don't stop." It's like he's made for me, like a lock and key. It's so tight that I can feel the blood pulsing through his length in a steady thrum as he just holds himself deep inside.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans. "I'm gonna start moving now. Yeah?"
I nod eagerly. "Definitely yeah."
I thought I knew what to expect, but once he actually starts moving, it's a whole new world. The push and pull is so good that tears spring to my eyes. When he's all the way in, I feel stretched so good, and when he's out, I want him back. And as he settles into a steady rhythm, my hips move to meet him all on their own. I was worried I wouldn't have any idea of what to do, but instinct has that covered.
His thrusts grow harder, making my breasts wobble, but Tex and Riot are there to secure me with their talented mouths, and pretty quickly I fall into the rhythm. Stroking them while Ghost fucks me feels like a natural extension of our making love. I'm not sure I'm doing such a great job, but I get no complaints, and they do most of the work, setting their own speed as they thrust into my fists.
The four of us move as a unit, speeding together towards a finish line only we can see. Ghost’s thrusts turn short and ragged, thesound of his hips against mine loud in the bedroom. Riot reaches down, and when his fingers find my aching clit, it's all over for me.
I come hard around Ghost's thick cock, moaning and squeezing my eyes tight as my orgasm hits. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids, a rainbow of color in the blackness. And then Ghost groans from deep in his throat and pushes all the way in one last time, coming so hard I can feel the pulse down his full length. It’s so hot to think about his cock doing what I watched Riot’s do, but inside me. A tiny, and really stupid part of my brain wishes he wasn't wearing the condom so I could feel it, all of it, but this is amazing enough in itself.
I melt into the bed, my stomach muscles actually a little achy after coming twice so close to each other. It's like I've been doing crunches. In a way, I guess I have. I giggle.
"You better not be laughing at me, girl," Ghost growls. It only makes me laugh more, which makes my core tighten around him, and he definitely feels it. "Oh, Jesus fuck." He pulls out, making me let out a soft moan as his thickness leaves me. I miss it already.
"So…" Tex runs a finger down along my side, tracing my shape, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He's still hard as steel. "You worn out then?"
Reaching out, I slide my fingers gently over his swollen tip. He hisses as I trace a line around the pronounced ridge. "Maybe not quite," I tease. Feeling a little more confident now that I know how good it feels.
He laughs as he shifts to get between my legs. "Damn fucking straight." As soon as he's wrapped, he pours a little lube intohis hand and gets himself extra slick before gently pushing in. I'm more ready this time, and Tex doesn’t have to start as slow as Ghost. He buries himself to the hilt in one long, slow thrust, watching me closely the whole time.
I close my eyes and moan his name as his hips hit mine. It’s similar but not, his shape not quite the same, filling me slightly differently than Ghost. Still breathtaking, just different. I'm amazed I can tell the difference.
"Fuck, that's good," he moans, as he starts to move. "You were fucking made for us."
I reach for Ghost and find his muscular thigh, digging my fingers into it. He brushes my hair out of my face and leans in for more of those soul-touching kisses of his. My other hand finds Riot's washboard abs, and I move south until his eager hardness is in my palm. I stroke him in time with Tex's thrusts. As natural as breathing, we’re moving together again.
I move my hips in time with Tex, drawing in all of him that I can, wanting him deeper, harder… just more. Maybe I’m greedy, but it feels so good. For the third time tonight, I feel the flames building. It’s different now. My nerves are raw and it almost feels like I’m going to come in spite of myself. Every thick inch of him is stroking me from the inside. He's right there with me, braced on his strong, tattooed arms, panting and groaning.
"You're too fucking much, honey," he growls, driving deep and hard until his dick pulses inside me.
I imagine him pumping it all out, filling me until I’m an absolute mess. That's almost enough to tip me all the way over, but not quite. Tex lowers himself in a slow pushup that makes the coiled muscles in his arms and across his chest tense. He kissesbetween my breasts, over my collarbone, along my neck and down my jaw, right up until he reaches my lips and presses close. God, he tastes good. When he pulls away, I run my tongue along my lips, wanting to keep tasting him that way.
