She became aware of the warm ooz of her cunt. It ached for touch. She slid her feet apart, knowing Alex could never resist the invitation.
A warm hand lifted her foot, she let it. A hand lifted the other one — more gently. Different. A hand of a different texture and size.
Shit, there were two different hands.
There were two people touching her. A wave rose up inside her. A moan escaped her mouth; she pulled at the ropes as a warm wet contraction avalanched down her vagina.
“God! Alex!”
“You fucker!
“I love it!”
Her legs were in capable hands, expertly massaging her feet, but involuntarily she drew them up and wide. Brad and Hunter exchanged a smile as they admired the smoldering beauty before them. Her distended clit was a beacon in the gleaming wet folds of her aching yoni.
Standing at her head, Alex bent down and whispered in her ear; “Do you think the naughty girl is ready to be bad tonight?”
A breathless “Uh ha,” was all she could summon.
Brad offered some warm oil. They each set about painting the statuesque beauty before them. They moved gently over her taut body as she rolled and waved beneath their fingers. It became a dance as she spoke to them through her response, and they in turn explored and sampled her luscious textures and shapes. Though they singularly avoided her smoldering crotch, Brad and Hunter arrived each at the base camps of the breasts, just in time to prepare their ascent. She could almost have come as their skilled hands shaped the forms of her breasts, squeezing, grazing, scratching. The spires of her nipples, now flush dark brown, pointed heavenwards as they rose and bent under the two men’s touch. She was going to cum if they didn’t stop soon.
Alex was naked, his erection full. He stood so it hovered over her face.
He motioned for the other two to undress, as he bent his engorged cock down to touch its tip to her lips. She tongued it with relish, lubricating it so he could slide deeper into her mouth.
She had about half his length when, straddling her head with his knees, he lay down over her body. His arms under her legs, his fingers laced in the insides of her labia, he stretched open her luscious gash to the benefit of the two others, now naked and ready.
Alex visited gentle licks around her clitoral hood. Her cavern opened, a pink invitation to heaven. Her thick swollen labia framed her delicate gleaming inner lips, her pinkest delights; wet and slippery. Her erect clit, presided like a gothic queen from within it’s goddess nest.
With a gentle push of his rod, Alex felt his balls on her warm face.
Hunter and Brad were both at her hips now, she felt the texture of their body hair as they held her legs high, kissing their way down.
Alex rose up, gently stroking his shaft in and out of her pliant throat. She was moaning in pleasure. It was the paradise of her fantasies. Their lips took turns tracing trails over her hips and lower belly, traveling the taut skin. Thrilling her with the promise of pleasure.
A deep moan escaped her lips as they ground out against the root of Alexs dick.
An adventurous hand brushed her labia. Involuntarily she opened and flexed her hips. She needed it. Her cunt was flowing. It needed something in it. Something big.
Alex dismounted her face. She lifted her head to get it back. She could feel him close, but he was out of reach.
His hand circled her breast, catching the nipple. With a loving tug he triggered her into a microcum, her toes contracting as a tender wave took her vagina.
Brad caressed her face as she caught his thumb, lightly, in her teeth. After a few more caress, he replaced his finger with his cock tip, admiring the sexual angel — their willing captive. Her serpent tongue travelled the underside of his shaft, just where he liked it.
In the precious keep of her hips, Hunter caressed, appreciated, and tasted. Her glistening womanhood alive and swollen with her desire, writhed aquatic and slutty. He relished her soft textures, the landscapes of her taste. Her sensitive clit.
His tongue explored to her puckered anus, holding her still by her hips, he stroked its ridges with his tongue tip. She tasted clean and divine. Her rings welcomed his oily finger, where she gripped him warmly.
Her shaven garden before him. His other fingers stroked her along the crease of her thighs, finding through her folds the firmness of her deep clit. He tapped on her through her thin skin there, until he could bear it no longer, and softly he started his tongue up through the primal valley of her. Here she was salty. Here smooth, delicate, and flavored sweetly.
She moaned around the cock she was sucking, the cock that fucked her mouth. He was using her.
An empresario at his instrument, Alex’s sensitive lips played her nipple. Without warning she was cumming. Its first waves tore open the vaults of her shame and reserve as she fucked on Hunter’s willing mouth. He drank at her goddess river.
Brad pulled free of her mouth, partly to tease her, partly to delay his own ejaculation, but mostly so because he feared she might bite him in her death throes.
They looked at Alex, all was well.
She was still afloat in the stars as Alex freed her hands of the ropes. He lay on his back, guiding her hips over his own. His cock filled her willing tunnel with a single stroke. She was down to his root with a deep grunt as she impaled herself with relish. She felt like a different woman, like an animal unleashed. He held her ass as she fucked him.
His balls were getting tight.
Hunter now offered his cock to her skillful mouth, she took him deep, tonguing him like a seasoned professional.
Looking over her shoulder, Alex spread wide the succulent globes of her firm ass, flashing Brad with the inviting visage of her ready rosette. Wet and lubricated, stretched from the pressure of Alex’s cock in her vagina. Alex pointed for Brad to join them.
After a coating of lube, Brad guided the head of his achingly erect cock, drawing circles around her little bud, edging it to open for him. She was warm and tight. He couldn’t help but pressure her just a bit more, until her ring stretched enough to almost let him in. He could feel the ripple of Alex long stroking her beneath. A slight stronger push and she had him tight just past his head. Her walls were smooth and warm, as the other cock stroked him too along the underside of his bolt. Brad paused, enjoying her heat and her smooth walls and the tightness of her stuffed pelvis.
“Fuck!,” it was Hunter who said it. She had him by his balls as she worked his shaft with her tongue. “Deeper.”
Brad powered on behind her. They were stuffing her. He could feel Alex next to him as he bottomed out, her hips tight against his thighs. Her muscular back stretched out before him, a path to the red meadow of her hair.
Rotating his hips, Alex pumped her slowly, until all of their rhythms matched and she was again in the iron grip of ecstasy. It was building to be a big one.
Still holding Hunter by his base, she was alternating taking him deep and pausing to blaspheme and pant. Her anus milked Brad’s rod, as Alex’s thrusts stroked him to a peak.