Filthy sluts, p.12
Filthy Sluts, page 12
He groaned to the side of my head, “Oh yeah. That’s a nice pussy.”
Karla said, “Fuck her, honey.”
I slurped on Branden’s dick, remembering Gwen doing it months ago and then me later. He sighed above me, his head back and eyes closed. I tried to remember to jack the other two dicks with my hands.
Feeling Paul’s dick thrust in and out of me while Joel and Chris fondled my breasts was exquisite. With their dicks in my hands and Branden’s in my mouth, I was overwhelmed with cock.
I loved it.
I couldn’t see my husband, but I heard him panting happily.
Paul thrust his erection in and out of my wet pussy, making all kinds of obscene, wet sounds. His back and forth filling motion ratcheted up my coil bit by bit until I was moaning around Branden’s cock.
I looked up at Paul and he looked down into my eyes. He began thrusting harder, deeper. I moaned in encouragement and nodded.
Do it.
He dropped his mouth open and hammered my pussy – his arm muscles straining and flexing.
It felt great to have this man thrusting into me and using my pussy. It felt good to have his cock moving back and forth, filling and emptying my hole. And it felt marvelous that he was married and willing to fuck me in front of my husband.
I soared, weightless as his hot splashes squirted inside of me. I was being lifted by the sensations very high – lofty enough to be breathtaking. Heat wrapped me close from the four men around me and competed with what was emanating from inside of me. I was in a cocoon of safety and heat that encompassed me completely.
I was safe.
I was secure.
And a married man had just squirted a load in me while my husband watched.
I was shuffled and moved.
I landed on Branden and felt his stiffness nestled between my butt cheeks. I knew what was coming and Gwen had prepared me for it with advice.
The pressure there increased until I hissed. Then I remembered to relax, and it went a little smoother. Branden’s dick was oiled, too, thank goodness. Pressure became a small burst of sensation and then my butt was getting filled.
I definitely was not used to this.
But then Chris got on me and much of that was pushed back by the thrust of his erection into my used pussy. His face went serene over me as he pushed all the way in. He breathed, “Wonderful. I love it.”
I giggled languidly. “Why?”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”
“You, too?”
He nodded, thrusting his manhood in and out of my pussy.
At the same time Branden squirmed beneath me, somehow moving his cock so it slid in and out, too.
I decided not to worry about who was where and how I could help and just laid there and let them do it all.
It was a strange sensation to be filled and used and limp at the same time.
In fact, it felt really good.
Joel pushed his dick at my mouth and I sucked him in.
Chris turned his head away and fucked me with sharp, pushing strokes.
My pussy was on fire. Lava-like heat drifted through me, setting my skin to scorching and tingling. I felt prickles on my scalp and forehead.
And dizziness.
I was being fucked into a stupor.
Harder and harder, Chris pounded my pussy, until I was moaning loudly on Joel’s erection. The pressure at my backside moved and slid, making me feel wanton and worn.
When I felt the strong, hot squirts from Chris, I lost it. As if shoved, I heaved upwards and groaned with the lifting sensation. I flipped over inside, and was thrown down a long slope – crashing all the way down. Convulsions heaved my body sandwiched between the two men.
I might have bit Joel; I wasn’t sure. His dick left my mouth.
I was slowly disentangled from both Branden and Chris until I lay panting on the blankets.
Joel came down and moved over me, pushing his long erection into my sopping pussy.
I could barely feel the sliding, except to know that the wet emptiness was once again filled and being massaged from the inside. I grunted as I thrust my hips up at him. My clit and nipples were on fire and tingling.
Paul stood next to me, stroking himself furiously.
He’s trying to cum again?
Although, the way my body felt all energized, I was wondering if I might, too.
The ache inside my pussy had morphed to ache outside. My labia were sore and swollen. My pussy had been pounded and punished – and it felt so good.
Joel pulled out and fisted his erection, pumping it until he closed his eyes and squirted.
Scalding drops spattered my chest and breasts and stomach. They cooled rapidly to lukewarm and coated me with wetness. Just after, Paul was able to squeeze off another orgasm and added some cum to my cheek and hair.
I wanted to smile and I think I did, but I wasn’t sure because I couldn’t really feel my face.
My husband groaned loudly and made some grunts. I was very certain he was cumming, but my eyelids were so heavy that I didn’t open them. I collapsed completely, lying on the blankets feeling the after-pulses of my own orgasm and the welcome wetness of the men’s passion.
I drifted, serene, used, and happy.
I had been naughty, used like a fuck toy, and injected and covered in cum.
All while my husband watched and enjoyed.
I loved this feeling: I loved being a slut.
Thank you for reading Filthy Sluts. All reviews are greatly appreciated.
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