by Amy Brent
“Take your damn hands off her.” I glanced to my side to see this handsome dark-haired stranger wearing a pair of jeans that were two sizes too small. His shirt was busting out with all sorts of muscles and with one wrong flex, he woyld have probably ripped through it. “I don’t think you heard what I said and maybe I should do something about that.” He put his hand on this sleaze bags shoulder.
The smile on Michael’s face told me that things were going to get ugly in a hurry. I really didn’t want to be the cause of some kind of bar fight, but I kind of enjoyed that this guy had come to my rescue like an old-fashioned knight in shining armor.
Chapter two
The music was still playing very loudly and not very many people knew that the drama unfolding was going to turn into a bloodbath. The man holding onto me let me go before he had his finger where it shouldn’t be. I didn’t give him any encouragement and apparently he didn’t need any.
He turned to face my savior, but he didn’t stop with that. He swung his fist and made contact with this man’s jaw. I jumped back startled, but it barely did anything. In fact, he turned his cheek for a moment and rubbed his finger on a drop of blood on his chin. It did not raise his anger, but he did act as if the punch didn’t even bother him. “My mother hits harder than that.” He got one more punch for mistakenly trying to bring up his mother in conversation. “I wouldn’t make the mistake of trying something like that again. I’ve been very patient, but my patience only goes so far.”
The guy that had manhandled me was looking at him like he was some kind of alien. He was already three sheets to the wind and that only enhanced his courage and gave him the incentive to do something more. He tried for one more punch and the guy literally grabbed his fist in midair and squeezed with enough force to bring this guy down to his knees.
“My name is Sean and my two brothers are John and Billy.” As if on cue, two more handsome dark haired gentlemen stepped into the light like they were there all the time to lend a hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Permit us to get rid of the garbage and we’ll be right back to take a bow of victory.” All three of them forced their will on this man and seeing that he was outnumbered and outgunned, he decided to make a strategic exit.
I looked around for Joan, but she was already busy with two young college kids that couldn’t have been more than 20 years old. She was definitely robbing the cradle and told me several times that getting together with young men gave her back her youth. I was about to call it a night, but these three guys came over and surrounded me with enough testosterone that it was actually thick in the air.
“Let me buy all of you a drink.” I tried to push past John, but he was like a damn tank and built to take a beating. He literally lifted me into the air over his shoulder and carried me into the back room where there was apparently a high stakes poker game going on.
“I have to apologize for John and sometimes, he acts like a Neanderthal. I understand the sentiment and I do admit that I find you quite attractive. I own my own tailoring business with my brothers and I would say that you were 5’4 and 120lbs.” I was stunned that Sean could pinpoint me down to the exact measurements.” I had quite the handful on my chest and being in their gravity had made my nipples eraser hard.
There was one guy lying on the table with the losing hard of a pair of kings in his hands. He had passed out with drool coming out of the side of his mouth. It looked like the game had just about finished and the bounty was claimed by the three brothers. Sean scattered the money around on the table before lifting me off my feet, until I was planted with him sliding easily between my legs. My dress had already risen a few inches and I couldn’t help to notice that all of these guys had their eyes on me.
“I get the feeling like I just went from the frying pan into the fire.” The smile on Sean’s face was soon coming closer until we were kissing wildly. I had never felt so out of control and then I felt hands all over me igniting a fire down below that was no mere ember. This was a four-alarm blaze and one that I could not deny. “What the fuck…we only live once.” I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go, especially in a semi-public place like the backroom of a club.
Billy was the shy and quiet type, but I did get the sense that he was waiting for an engraved invitation. I reached out with no regard for what I was doing, grabbed his collar, and pulled him to me. If I had to drop the pretense of being shy, then he was damn well going to do the same thing. He looked a little out of place and was biting his lip with nervousness that only made me want to corrupt him even more.
John had placed his hands on my inner thighs to spread me open. I was wearing panties, but they were a mere nuisance. John pulled them down and gave them to me. I looked at them and wondered what he had in mind, but Sean showed me in no uncertain terms. He brought my hand up to my mouth with the panties enclosed and he made me chew on the fabric. John had inserted his tongue where no man had been for over four months.
I literally went crazy, shaking from an orgasm that slapped me across the face out of nowhere. I dropped back on the table with my legs over John’s shoulders. I humped the air and grabbed onto his hair, which was very short, but still very manageable.
I wanted to scream, but the panties were stifling any kind of exclamation of surprise and pleasure. It really didn’t matter and the music outside the doors was keeping anybody from knowing what was going on. It was kind of exciting and scary at the same time, but I found myself believing that they wouldn’t hurt me.
My feet were dangling over John’s shoulders, while the dress was being pulled down over my more prominent assets. My breasts were right there for the taking and Sean and Billy were more than anxious to sample my wares. Their techniques were different. Billy was softer and Sean wasn’t exactly holding back by biting the tip. I moaned with my eyes closed and feeling like this sexual creature that had just been given license to do whatever the hell she wanted.
The table wasn’t all that big and lying back had my head hanging over the side. I heard a growl of satisfaction and then the sound of a zipper being pulled down right in front of my eyes. I looked up into the blue eyes of Sean and he was ready to get is cock out and into something warm. Upside down, this thing looked gigantic and I would probably put it at 8 inches and thick enough that it would probably be a match for any beer can.
“We have to take our cue from her. We don’t do anything unless we are sure that this is what she wants.” Sean was trying to be the voice of reason for all of them. He didn’t have to worry because my body was pretty much betraying any kind of argument that my mind might’ve had. I was squirming to the touch of John digging his fingernails into my thighs. His tongue was deep inside me and my pussy was grabbing onto him and trying to rip his tongue right out of his mouth.
Sean moved his cock head back and forth in front of my eyes as if he was trying to hypnotize me into doing his bidding. The droplet on the top was making my mouth water for a chance to taste it. I had never been so reckless or careless in my life and I knew that my mother would be appalled if she had seen me in that position. I was old enough to know better and old enough to not give a damn.
The panties were pulled out of my mouth and I screamed. “FUCK me with your tongue… I want to cum all over your face and leave you glazed like a doughnut.” My wet pussy was pretty much telling me what to say and even though the words sounded foreign, it did feel nice to let go and do something totally out of character. “Somebody better fuck my mouth and I mean right now.” It sounded like somebody else, but then Sean was right there with that mushroom cap ready to take advantage of my otherwise perverted nature.
“We found a wild one.” Sean forced his way past my teeth and my jaws stretched to accommodate the girth of such a weapon. I had to give John credit and he stayed down there for a good solid 20 minutes giving me the kind of oral experience that any woman would have been happy to have. Guys may not know, but if you give a girl an orgasm with your tongue, then she will do anything.
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�I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve never done anything like this before and it feels a little strange. I don’t mean to be the poison pill, but maybe we should stop and talk about this before we go any further.” Billy was the only one of us that was using logic. It was not hard to see that his excitement was raging out of control. I reached out with my hand and made him gasp, but he did not stop me from reaching in and pulling him to the open.
He easily succumbed to my nimble fingers working him over into a frothy frenzy. His cream was spilling over the top and this was just from being over stimulated. I had to admit that his willingness to back away, even when his body was telling him something else was admirable.
“I don’t know about John, but I have no reason to talk about this. She’s willing and she’s not exactly fighting us much.” Sean laughed at my expense with his cock deep in my mouth. “I don’t know if I could even stop if I wanted to. I’m going to fill her mouth and make her swallow it.” I was being objectified, but I don’t think I cared in the very least. In fact, I found it quite exciting to give these guys a moment of pleasure before going our separate ways.
I came and that orgasm was so powerful that my ass literally drove itself up into the air. I was going into convulsions and screaming at the top of my lungs. My mouth was open and my tongue lazily lapping at the shaft that was still taking pleasure from my mouth.
“Now you’ve done it… little bitch… YESSSSS.” The knob expanded and began to expel shot after shot that had me literally scared of being drowned. I had to swallow several times and this was the first time in my life that I didn’t feel like I faded into the woodwork. I was alive and I had no idea how I could justify my actions, but I was not about to shine a light on any of that.
It felt like a fantasy and something imaginary, but I knew from the way that my body was responding that it was all too real. Amazingly, John did not stop and he gave me two more good orgasms, while Sean sat down and was stroking new life into his appendage. Billy was sweating and I could see the look in his eyes. There was no doubt that my hands were the magic touch.
“God help me…but I guess if I’m going to hell, then I may as well do it in grand fashion.” Billy fucked my fingers and he was the only one of them that had the makings of a beard. It wasn’t thick, but you could see that he could easily become something like a grizzly Adams in a matter of days. He was breathing heavy and then grunted with a shower of his seed all the way up my arm. The feel of the heat hitting my skin made me shiver with something more than just pleasure. I was quite taken with all of them and that was when I felt something nudging down below. With whatever energy I had left, I got up on my elbows to see the moment of truth.
John grabbed me by the back of the hair forcing his tongue into my mouth, while at the same time driving with insistence until he was balls deep. I moaned loudly with my eyes wide open and the motion of his thrusts getting to the point of pain and pleasure mixed in for good measure.
“Don’t break her. I wanna crack at that sweet little body of hers.” Sean had enough time to put some lead in his pencil. He was stroking to the spectacle of John fucking me. I was beginning to believe that sex didn’t have to come with a one pump chump.
“I don’t think that you have to worry, Sean. There’s more than enough to go around. I’ve been looking for any sign that she wants this to stop, but I don’t think that she has any aspirations to put the brakes on.” How he was able to talk and fuck me at the same time was something that was a little disconcerting. It was when he started to hammer me deeply that I found my legs splayed open like that of a Turkey getting stuffed.
“I’m cumming…trust me…I’m not going to be the only one.” John didn’t look like I was serious, but then he felt what was happening and that smug look was wiped off his face. He tried to pull away, but I grabbed onto his ass and made sure that escape was not an option.
He came inside me, but he did find the strength to take it out and shoot the last couple of streams over my bald mound. John rubbed it into my skin as if it was some kind of elixir of youth. They were all in their late thirties. I should’ve felt like they were taking advantage of me, but I really didn’t.
“Let me have seconds.” What Sean meant to say was sloppy seconds, as John fell back in a chair exhausted and looking like he was going to pass out. Sean slapped my clit and made me jump out of my skin with how sensitive I was after already cumming too many times to count. “Let’s see how you deal with a real man.” He took aim at my hole and didn’t even stop until he too took me balls deep. He was not gentle. He slapped my ass, pulled my hair, and literally glared into my face with the insistence that had me meeting him stroke for stroke.
I found myself turned around with his hands on my ass and doing me like that of an animal. He pulled my hair back with my neck straining against the effort and then kissing me with nothing that even came close to passion. This was raw animalistic and out of control. I don’t think I could’ve been any happier.
“I’m going to cum all over your ass.” He didn’t even ask for permission and then he too unloaded and it wasn’t just all over my ass. I don’t know how he was able to manage it after already cumming in my mouth, but his first shot went all the way up the small of my back. It stained my dress and I had no idea how I was going to explain that to my dry cleaner.
They were pretty much finished, but I wondered how long they would be out of action. I looked at the clock and noticed that we had been going at it for over 2 hours. It was the advantage of having three guys at the same time. There was always one that was ready to jump back in the saddle.
Chapter three
I walked out of there a little unsteady with all three guys smiling like they had gotten one over on me. In the cold light of day, I was feeling slightly ashamed about taking the walk of shame. My panties were literally balled up in my purse. My legs were trembling with the need to grab onto their shoulders for some kind of support.
“I want all three of you to come over to my place for dinner tomorrow night.” I didn’t understand why I said that, but maybe I needed home field advantage. “I make the most amazing ravioli that you have ever taken into your mouth.” I noticed by getting a closer look that they all had this swarthy complexion. They were Italian by birth, but they had been transplanted to the states when they were too young to remember. That was what John had told me. He was a bit of a chatty one.
“I don’t think either one of us can say no to a home cooked meal. Our parents are 1,000 miles away and let’s just say that the local fare around here doesn’t exactly measure up to our mother’s cooking.” John was the one that decided to be the spokesperson for the group. He was still looking at me up and down and I had no doubt that he was not even close to through with me. “It would be our honor and we will even bring a bottle of wine for the occasion.” Having dinner with three guys that I hardly knew was a bit out of my comfort zone. It was time to shake things up.
“I think tomorrow night that you’ll find a different woman waiting for you. Don’t be surprised when I’m the one that takes control and I use your bodies for my own pleasure. If you can’t handle that, then I suggest that you rethink coming over. All three of you are going to be my special living toys. I’m giving you a fair warning to give you all a chance to back out gracefully.” They had already taken what they wanted and it was about time that I did the same. I had visions of a blindfold for each of them and a pair of handcuffs to keep them from doing anything that I didn’t want them to do. I might have to rethink the blindfold. I wanted them to see everything.
“This may come as a bit of a shock, but we’ve never actually shared a woman before. I know that doesn’t sound probable, but trust me this is one of those times that will live in infamy.” Billy lifted me by the shoulders to give me a kiss with my legs wrapped around his waist. It was quite passionate and had me swooning to his touch. “I very much look forward to seeing what you have in mind tomorrow night.” I could feel his member trying to touch on some
thing that he didn’t get a chance to experience. “As long as I get to fuck you, I don’t care what you do to me.” That was a bold statement to make. I wasn’t sure that he had the balls to back it up.
He put me back down on the ground. I found John cupping my neck with the same kind of passion all over again. Sean was not one to be left out, but his kiss was messy and he was rubbing up against me like he wanted to start a fire. I did moan and the smile that I saw creasing his features told me that was exactly what he wanted to see.
I grabbed each of their hands and I wrote my address in ink. They would either have to commit it to memory or write it down somewhere before they found themselves washing it off in the shower. I breathed deeply, sighing with a sort of excitement from picturing them all in the shower together with me. That was an image that I was going to keep me up at night.
The taxi was idling at the curb and I had gone looking for Joan, but she was nowhere to be seen. I had to assume that she had already found a better offer and was most likely showing that young gentleman what an older woman could do.
“I do hope that you didn’t take offense at what we did to you in there. It doesn’t seem that you feel that we went too far. We may have gotten a little carried away and you can account that to our Italian blood.” John escorted me into the taxi. I sat there, as we pulled away from the curb with my eyes turning and looking at them and wondering if I’d gotten in over my head.
I didn’t sleep much that night and with visions of them flying around in my head it was no wonder that I was pretty much a zombie by the morning. I was thankful that it was a Saturday and I could sleep in. I was curled into my sheets like my own personal cocoon.