by Zoey Marcel
She came hard, nearly hysterical from all the sensations assailing her. Her cunt throbbed and ached. Her throat was parched and she was breathless as she writhed and lay in a puddle of her own juices.
At long last, the remaining men got naked and then all gathered around her. They would fill her and sate the unbearable ache in her pussy.
Quentin took her heels off and then got up to grab the tube of lubricant.
Shane and Charlie unhooked her garter belt and rolled the stockings off her. She swam in their exhilarating gazes and lifted her hips when they took the garter belt off her.
When they moved, René took her panties off. They were all nude together and she swore it was the most erotic moment of her life.
Quentin squirted some lube onto Charlie’s fingers, after which Charlie used them to slick up and stretch her ass while Quentin primed Charlie’s asshole for his intended invasion.
Shane lay down on his back while she straddled him. Both moaned and ground against each other when their crotches met and scalded one another with luxurious heat. It felt so private, so loving, and lewd at once.
“Somebody stick it in me,” she begged. “I need it bad.”
Shane grinned up at her. “Obey, Kendall.”
“Can’t I do that with your cocks stuffing me?”
He ran his fingers through her hair. “That’s the best way.”
“All right, I’m ready,” Charlie said, moving his dick into her crack.
She couldn’t see him, but judging by his heady noises and periodic jumpy motions, she figured Quentin was gradually filling up his ass.
“Let me go in first,” Shane told him.
“Fine by me,” Charlie gritted out, breathing heavily.
Kendall’s stomach somersaulted and her pussy leaked honey all over Shane’s bare cockhead.
“You like what you’re hearing behind you, don’t you, doll?” He winked at her.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“There’s nothing going on back here,” Charlie insisted.
Quentin snorted. “If you can’t tell, then I’m not deep enough. I’m only halfway in. Does that please you, Charlie?”
“Fuck,” Charlie breathed.
Shane slowly pierced into Kendall’s vagina. He inner walls ached and tingled with his steady advancement. She felt pulsing flutters quivering around his erection left over from all her climaxes. Her eyes crammed shut when he filled her completely and she mewled at the wiry nest of his pubic hair cushioning her sex.
“Mmm, I call feel you throbbing,” he murmured on a lusty moan. “We got you good, didn’t we?”
She nodded, too elated and overwhelmed to speak. Shane’s body hair felt soothing and sinful against her naked flesh as he held her against his chest. His fingers traced delicious patterns over her skin that sent cold shivers up her spine.
When Charlie began impaling her anus slowly, she lost her breath. His masculine grunts as he tunneled deeper into her sent hot flashes through her. He let out a ragged bellow when he shoved forward and cleared her sphincter. She felt his bare cock packed deep inside her, warming her anal walls, flexing against her tissues as if titillated by the feel of her ass against him.
The long moan from behind told her that Quentin had probably just sank completely into Charlie’s ass.
She braced herself on her hands and knees and met René’s caring smile as he stood at the head of the bed. She came up higher on her knees and placed one hand on his hip to support herself and the other fisted his erection. His hot flesh jumped in her hand. Her holes clenched on the other two dicks at the private intimacy of seeing his excited penis in her hand.
She bestowed a series of loving kisses all over his shaft and crown while slowly pumping his cock in her hand. She teased and worshiped him for a bit while Shane thrust into her cunt, and Charlie screwed into her ass in the same way Quentin was fucking his.
When she finally took René’s thick flesh into her mouth it felt like time stopped. It was just the five of them. Nothing else mattered at the moment.
She felt Shane pumping his hips as he worked his dick up deep inside her. His shaft scraped against her sweet spot, making her vision hazy and the pressure in her pussy even more intense.
Charlie’s erection rubbed against her ass walls, sending a deep sense of submission and fiery tingles into her cells.
She could imagine the immense pleasure Quentin’s dick up his ass was giving him.
The cocks skewering her were more than ample enough to set her hot spot off. She clamped down hard around their shafts. The intensity of her orgasm and the overpowering pressure of her holes squeezing the resistance from their erections made her scream.
René hollered at her frantic reverberations on his flesh and began to fuck her face hard and fast, seeking his own release.
Kendall reveled in the shocking high of the even-better-than-normal climax, but she couldn’t take another one of that magnitude. The second one came almost as quickly as the first one departed. She had to let go of René’s cock and hold onto both his hips now as she came hard and screamed even louder than before.
Her eyes teared up. The manic depth of Charlie’s final plunges stole an elated gasp from her. She felt his cock expand against her clenching walls, felt the steamy jets of his semen spraying into her bowels and singeing her delicate flesh.
Intense surrender flooded her body and mind. She felt herself submitting to the enduring orgasm that rolled through her. Her pussy shuddered around Shane’s thrusting dick, massaging his rigid flesh as his forceful strokes elevated her sensations to a mind-altering high.
Charlie might have come, but fucking Quentin wasn’t done with him yet. Consequently, Kendall was still hammered by his penis from behind. Charlie grunted at the over-stimulation as Quentin fucked him repeatedly and drove Charlie’s cock deeper into her ass. She felt his cum swirling around in there, warming her, thickening. They were making her hot and dirty, refusing to let her wash and get clean like a good girl. She was a bad girl, their bad girl.
She moaned and sucked René’s seed down when she felt him explode in her mouth. His strained holler filled the air and left her feeling proud of herself at her skill. Yeah, she was good.
Pride was obliterated when she felt pre-orgasmic tingles and flutters in her channel again.
René pulled out of her mouth, trying to catch his breath.
“It feels so good I could die,” she whispered. “I can’t...Oh god, it’s too good.”
Shane’s blue eyes were glazed with possession. “That doesn’t sound like a safe word.”
“I’m weak. I want it.”
He grinned breathlessly. “That’s what I thought. How about you be a good, submissive girl and come for me.”
“Oh god,” she breathed, feeling the embers of heat and the familiar shakes.
Shane battered into her harder and faster, panting and grunting in between talking. “I would have been fine with ‘Yes, Sir’, but if you think my skill is godlike, I’ll take it.”
The orgasm seized her and she screamed. She felt it all over her body, forcing her muscles to constrict and then relax repeatedly. Her climax triggered Shane’s and he spilled his release into her.
Charlie yelled out in what was either pain or pleasure.
As predicted, freakin’ Quentin outlasted them, but only by seconds. His final thrusts into Charlie sent him forward and sandwiched her even harder between him and Shane. Quentin roared when he came and Charlie let out a long, broken moan against her neck. She imagined him feeling the sizzling pulses of Quentin’s semen spraying into his ass, and it made her pussy throb with wetness.
They lingered for a minute or so before getting cleaned up.
“I think Quentin used Viagra,” René teased.
Everyone laughed.
“He’s made of the stuff,” Charlie agreed.
“We’ve got a little time before we have to leave,” Shane said, “but don’t get too cozy. We’ve got a drive ahead of us.
”
Quentin turned to her as they got into the large, party-sized shower. “Aren’t you glad we sexed you before getting on the plane?”
“I really am,” she said with a happy sigh. “Except now I can’t walk.”
“We can carry if you like.” René brushed a tendril of hair out of her face.
“That might look weird having four men carry me through the airport.”
He arched a brow. “You’re not embarrassed for people to know you have four husbands, are you?”
“No, sweets.” She pawed at his chest. “I’m proud to be with all of you.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Charlie soaped himself off. “Did you see that rock on her hand? She wants the whole fucking world to know. That’s why she picked one that can be seen from space.”
Kendall grinned. “That’s right.”
Shane eyed her with phony criticism. “And where are your rings, Mrs. Huntington?”
“Well, obviously I’m not going to wear them in the shower.”
Even she knew she wanted a spanking, but it probably wasn’t a good idea when it would turn her on and they might miss their flight. Not that any of them had any more energy left for another session tonight.
Shane crossed his arms, lifting a brow at this. “That doesn’t sound like respect.”
She worked a lather over her bosom, giving him a sassy smirk that her breasts held him captive even if he was her Dom. “Oh, was that in the vows?”
“You’re damned right it was. Do you need a reminder?”
“I’m good, Sir. Thank you anyway.”
She giggled when Shane pushed her up against the wall and spanked her. The stings hurt, but they got the juices flowing in her soaked pussy again.
“Since it’s the honeymoon and you’re pregnant, you get spankings for punishment.”
“Gonna throw down the gauntlet after the honeymoon, huh?”
He chuckled. “Something like that. Nothing that’s a hard limit for you.”
“I know. I really do respect you,” she said softly. “All of you.”
Shane rubbed away the pain with his hand and kissed her gently behind the ear. “I know you do.”
“You guys are my life.”
He turned her around so she could see them. “You’re ours.”
“Kendall, quit being a distraction,” Quentin said in a mock reprimand.
She grinned. “Sorry.”
After their shower, they got ready and left for their honeymoon.
In the past Kendall had thought she had to choose between the man she loved and a career. She and Charlie had both been too stubborn and immature back then to meet in the middle. Years later, when they’d had time to grow up a bit and had both found completion in each other and Quentin, and she with Shane and René as well, they’d found a way to make it work. She had the career she wanted in the place her men wanted to live. They took her to Paris for their honeymoon. She was carrying their baby.
Most of all, she felt complete because she had the four loves of her life with her. Pride had torn them apart years ago, but forgiveness and humility brought them back together. Love had made them whole.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zoey Marcel lives with her husband, their baby, and their quirky pug in the Pacific Northwest.
She writes erotica and erotic romance, and her favorite genres include paranormal, BDSM, ménage, cowboys, dark fantasy, and historical. Her stories range from scorching and moving to dark and edgy. She enjoys variety in her characters, but her favorite heroes are alphas and the tortured ones in need of love and redemption.
When she’s not writing, Zoey enjoys spending time with her husband and friends, working out, reading, going for drives, and seeing new places.
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