Steamy S*x Stories

This Pússy Is All Yours.

All Holes Taken (4)

My bra was long gone, tossed aside hours ago. My n*****s stood tight under the weight of their stare, my breath already catching in my throat.

Caleb stepped forward, voice low. “Lay down.”

I dropped the shirt and lowered myself to the rug. It was still warm from the last time they had me, the fibers damp with sweat and everything they had spilled on me. I didn’t wait to be told. I let my legs fall open, wide and ready, my thighs sticky and trembling.

I could feel how raw I already was. The air kissed over my skin as I settled. My pússy throbbed, still aching, still needy. Every part of me was wet, swollen and used. The crazy thing is that I was even hungry for more.

Dane moved between my legs without a word. His zipper was already halfway down. He shoved his jeans low enough to free himself and let his cóck fall into his hand. His cóck was thick and veined. I noticed that it looked even harder than before. He rubbed the head against me, dragging it through the mess they had left inside me. My hips twitched.

He leaned closer until I could feel his breath on my chest.

“You’re a filthy little thing,” he said, voice rough. “Bet your pússy’s sore.”

“It is,” I whispered, lifting my hips toward him. “Stretch it more, Sir.”

“Sir?”

“Yes…stretch this pússy. It's all yours.”

A grin spread across his face, the first one he had given me all night.

“You asked for it.” he said as he pushed into me in one hard thrust.

I cried out, my fingers clawing at the rug beneath me as he pushed in. He was thick, and my body clenched hard around him the moment he filled me. The raw sting came rushing back. It was unrelenting, blending with the dull ache left behind by the others. My legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back as he drove into me again.

“Fúck,” Caleb said from behind him. “Look at her. She’s taking all of it like a real pórnstar.”

Reid stood nearby, his hand wrapped around himself, moving slowly as he watched. Jay and Marcus had already made their way back to the couch, completely naked. Their cócks were starting to stiffen again. Nolan stayed by the doorway with his arms crossed, his mouth curled into a quiet smirk.

Dane fúcked me hard, his palms flat against the floor beside my head. His body pressed me down, his weight pinning me in place. I arched beneath him, gasping with every thrust. My nails raked across his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he used me like he owned me.

“She’s still tight,” he growled. “Still fúcking hungry for it.”

I looked up at him, sweat dripping into my eyes, my hair sticking to my cheeks. My lips parted as I struggled to breathe through the rhythm of his thrusts.

“I want your friend in my mouth,” I whispered.

Caleb moved the second the words left my mouth.

He dropped to his knees beside me and guided his cóck to my lips. I opened wide, already sore, already raw, but I welcomed him. I let him in slowly, my lips stretching to fit him, my tongue sliding beneath him as he pushed past the ache.

Dane kept slamming into me. Each thrust made my body rock forward, forcing more of Caleb’s cóck into my throat. My jaw strained to keep up with both of them. I moaned around him, the sound muffled but raw.

They moved together. One filled my pússy. The other filled my mouth. My body shook between them. I was stretched open and surrounded by eyes that never looked away.

The room was full of noise: the slap of skin, the wet sounds of my mouth, the low groans of men watching. It all bled together. I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. All I knew was the pressure building deep inside me again.

Jay leaned back on the couch, stroking himself with a lazy rhythm. Marcus sat beside him, his fingers tight around his own shaft, eyes locked on my mouth as Caleb fúcked it slow.

Nolan watched everything. His face didn’t change, but his eyes gave him away.

Caleb grunted above me, his hips jerking as he pushed deeper into my mouth.

Dane cursed under his breath. “Fúck. She's perfect.”

And I was.

My body was sore and my throat throbbed. My skin was covered in sweat and bruises I hadn’t felt forming. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t ask them to slow down. I kept taking it, thrust after thrust, hungry for more.

And they gave it.

Jay muttered something I couldn’t catch, and Nolan let out a breathy laugh, his eyes never leaving my face. Reid stepped closer, still stroking himself. He looked hungry.

My jaw throbbed.

The ache in my throat pulsed with every push of Caleb’s cóck. He gripped the sides of my head with both hands now, threading his fingers tightly through my hair as he guided the pace. He pushed deeper, grunting as he held himself there, watching my lips stretch around him.

Dane’s rhythm never faltered. His hips slapped against mine with brutal precision. Each thrust dragged another helpless moan from my chest. Sweat pooled between my breasts. My back arched off the rug while my body responded to every movement stretched to its limits.

My thighs trembled.

My nails dug into Dane’s back as I cried out around Caleb’s cóck. The pleasure surged through me all at once, tearing through my belly and chest like a sudden wave. I clenched around Dane, holding him tight, and his breath hitched.

“Fúck,” he groaned, burying himself inside me one last time. “I'll spill in you…”

“Yes! Yes! Fill me up. I'm on pills, and I can't get pregnant” I cried out.

He stayed there without moving, his cóck pulsing as he emptied himself into me. I felt every twitch. My body shook underneath his, flooded with everything he gave.

Caleb growled. He pulled back just far enough to guide himself with one hand, stroking hard and fast. His eyes locked on my mouth. I opened wide for him, my lips swollen as my tongue stuck out. His groan turned into a hiss as he came across my face. The hot release splashed against my chin, dripping down onto my throat.

I lay there, completely bare.