I opened my legs for Eagle’s brown gaze. He raised my hips up and rolled my skirt past my butt, up to my waist. I felt metal meet my ass. I heard a chorus of groans.
“Look at that fucking, pink pussy.”
“Virgin pussy.”
“God damn, I love an untouched cunt.”
Eagle pushed my thighs wider. I realized it was so that the others could see my pretty, pink pussy better. He placed one hand on my belly to hold me still. I hadn’t realized I was shivering. His eyes locked on mine as he licked his lips. Then he struck my cunt, like a match on flint. I collapsed back onto the hood of the car.
He licked at me; slow licks with achingly long seconds of space in between each one. It reminded me of summer time, eating an ice cream cone in the blazing heat. You started at the top, but then inevitably the cream would heat and trickle down the side. You’d have to take long licks from the bottom of the cone up to the top. Then try again to get to the top, only to have another trickle drop down the other side of the cone. That was Eagle’s process of eating out my warm, dripping pussy.
I tried to anticipate when the next strike would come, but there was no rhythm to his motions. I opened my eyes to look down instead of trying to anticipate, and I saw what he was doing. After each lick, he’d take a few seconds to savor the juices he’d collected on his tongue. I swear that made me gush more juices.
Eagle groaned as honey gushed out of me. For a moment, he stopped his furtive licks and just stared. Then his lips surrounded my clit. He pulled like he was taking a long drag of a cigarette. He puckered his lips and sucked, then relaxed them and blew.
Suck and blow, suck and blow.
I lost all propriety and gyrated my hips to the beat of his tongue. I felt a tightening in my core. Eagle must’ve felt it too because he snuffed out his machinations. It didn’t cool the flame within me. I whimpered in frustration. Eagle looked up at me with that wary expression that warned me not to cross him. Or else.
Thoroughly chastised, I settled my hips down and waited for him to make his next move.
“Look at how fucking wet she is. She’s a fucking faucet.”
I was coming to recognize Crow’s voice, coming to pair it with the wide-eyed enthusiasm of an adolescent boy.
I recognized Hawk’s deep, rumble of wordless agreement.
I sensed Owl’s silent eyes watching me.
It was as though I could scent each one of them out. Many insects knew each other by scent, bees especially. Their olfactory abilities enabled them to communicate with one another, find food, identify the differences between flowers, and to recognize their kin.
Eagle inserted a finger inside me. “Fuck me, she’s tight.”
“I told you so,” said Hawk.
“Ain’t nobody ever try to get in this sweet pussy before?” Eagle asked. “Never took it out for a test drive?”
I think I shook my head ‘no’ in answer to Eagle’s question. My head was definitely shaking from the left to the right and then back again at the sweet agony his finger created inside me. He inserted another finger and my knees knocked together.
Eagle patiently pried them apart. His eyes warned me not to do it again. I let my knees fall open wide for him.
Inside me, I felt him crook those two fingers as though he were telling me to come here. He stroked up and down. At first gently. The sensation wasn’t as pleasant as when he just had one finger pointing upwards inside me. But then he sped up his motions.
I felt heat building inside me. The pressure inside me felt like I was a full well and he was opening a damn somewhere deep inside me. As he sped his come-hither fingers up and down in a single spot, I felt the damn break and the waters it held rushed into the spot in me that was already full and brimming.
But I wasn’t coming.
Not like I had with Hawk.
It felt like I had jumped past that tension-snapping type of orgasm and I was approaching another deeper level. I was almost there, almost to the level. My hips jerked with Eagle’s motions. I panted. I needed something to push me through the barrier, but I didn’t know what?
Eagle winked at me as though he knew exactly what was going on inside me. He lent down with a wicked grin that made my belly clench. He dipped his head, and I felt his tongue on my clit as his fingers continued the come-hither motion inside me. All it took was a few strokes of his tongue, as though his tongue was the lock turning the key inside me. The doors deep inside me opened, and all of heaven and hell broke loose.
As the gates inside me crashed open, in my periphery I saw Crow and Owl’s mouths part, eyes rapt on me. I found Hawk in my immediate eye line. His eyes were wide, taking it all in. His mouth was tight with tension as though he’d held his breath as the pressure mounted inside me.
I had been holding my breath too as the orgasm climbed higher and higher. It was like taking a running leap off a diving board. You took in a big breath of air when you went airborne, and then held it until you hit the water.
I sailed through the gates on a tidal wave and then I hit the water, hard. My breath gushed out of me on a guttural moan. My eyes never left Hawk’s. He sighed, too, at the impact of my release. Neither of us blinked as I trembled and shook.
Hawk was right. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. I felt the flood that overran the well inside of me gush out and down my thighs. I felt the wetness on my butt.
Eagle removed his fingers. He grabbed both of my thighs and pulled my hips to his face. He slurped up all the stickiness between my legs, calling down more and licking that up too until I was nearly clean and dry.
My body collapsed back on the hood of my car. The bump on the hood created an arch in my back that pushed my hips up. I felt Eagle stand between my legs. I felt clothing rustle between my thighs.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I recognized Hawk’s voice. There was no mischief in his tone. He sounded pissed.
I rose up on my elbows and peered up. Eagle had unzipped his pants and had his penis out in his hand, aimed at my still throbbing core.
“What does it look like? I’m going to fuck her.”
Hawk shoved Eagle back from my entrance. “You know the rules, E. I always get the first taste of any new tail.”
“You just fucked Mrs. Pettigrew.”
“Watching Ellie come got me hard again,” Hawk said. “I’m going to fuck her first.”
Eagle’s jaw looked as hard as flint. His hand flexed around his penis. Hawk’s nose flared with aggression. I feared they’d come to blows right before my exposed, intimate flesh.
“At least go wash your fucking dick,” Eagle growled.
Hawk cocked his head in a birdlike motion of confusion.
“Don’t be disrespectful to Ellie,” Eagle said. “You got another woman’s cunt juices all over you. You planning to put your dirty dick in her sweet meat?”
Hawk considered this, and then nodded. “Hold that thought, sweet meat. I’ll be right back.” He dashed off.
Eagle scowled after him, tucking his penis back into his pants. “Greedy ass, mother fucker.”
Crow got up from his seat and came over. “Hey, Ellie. You think I could have a little taste before Hawk gets back?”
I blinked. Crow’s eyes weren’t on my exposed cunt. They were on my covered breasts.
“I gotta thing for pink tits,” he said. “I bet yours are rosy.”
The thing I was coming to notice about Crow was that his gleeful smile was infectious. I relaxed back down onto the hood with a matching smile on my face. I lifted a shaky hand to my blouse, but Crow stopped me.
“Nah, sweet meat. I got it.” He opened my shirt, one button at a time.
When my shirt was completely open, he took off my bra one handed. Crow looked like he was ready to cry at the sight of my bare breasts. He bent down slowly. I saw his tongue peek out. He delicately gave one nipple a lick. Then he brought the breast fully into his mouth.
Crow did the same pull and blow motion that Eagle
had used on my cunt. It didn’t matter where that rhythm was played on my body. It had the same effect. I felt another floodgate open from somewhere deep inside me, ready to let loose another store of juices.
“Holy fuck,” said Crow. “I think she’d fuck-cum just from me sucking her tits.”
“You can suck them after I’m done. Move out of the way.” Hawk was back.
Eagle and Crow both took a seat on the bench next to the ever quiet, ever-watchful Owl.
Hawk took off his shirt. Then he slowly unbuttoned his pants. “You want it, Ellie?”
His massive erection sprang free. I lost my breath, and my nerve, at the sight of it.
“You gotta ask for it.”
I nodded. “I do. I want it, Hawk.” He came up between my legs and I winced.
“Don’t worry, sweet meat.” He rolled on a condom one handed. “With as much fucking as we do, we always strap up.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Hawk followed the trajectory of my gaze. He looked up and grinned. “You worried that it won’t fit?”
I nodded.
He ran his finger over my lips. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I can tell you it won’t fit. But we’re gonna work it until it does.”
He put his fingers in me. His fingers were just as thick as Eagle’s, but instead of reaching upwards, Hawk spread his fingers outwards.
“Yeah, Hawk,” said Crow as he sat back on the couch. “Stretch that sweet, tight pussy.”
Hawk removed his fingers and put the thick head of his penis at my core. Though he’d stretched me a second ago, it did little to prepare me for his girth. He spread my thighs wider and went a little deeper. I clutched at his back.
“Aw fuck,” he growled. “Don’t use your nails, sweet meat. Not unless you want it rough.”
I thought about him pounding into Mrs. Pettigrew, slapping her ass, and shoving his penis down her throat. I’d been appalled and turned on at the same time. But I didn’t want that. Not the rough sex, because thinking back on it, it had been so impersonal. I didn’t want him calling me any names other than my own, or “sweet meat”. I didn’t want him to slap my ass. I didn’t want him to shove my face into the car’s hood. I wanted him looking me in the eye, taking his time, telling me how good I felt, promising to make me feel good. All the things he was doing right now. I retracted my nails and held my breath as he stretched away my virginity.
“Breathe, Ellie.” Hawk looked in my eyes and smiled down at me.
I did as he told me. He pushed further in.
“I know you want it, baby. I’m gonna give it to you. I’m gonna give it all to you. And I’m gonna feel that sweet meat come around me.”
I felt my skin stretched to the breaking point. I felt at any minute I’d tear and we’d have to stop. I didn’t want to stop. I willed my body to relax.
Hawk pushed in more. My eyes teared. My breaths came so fast I was nearly hyperventilating. I felt invaded, and he wasn’t even half way in. And then something in me snapped.
I felt that tight rope of tension I had when we’d been out in the middle of the street last weekend. This time it didn’t pull me in two different directions; it pulled me in every imaginable direction.
“Fuck,” said Eagle. “She’s coming, isn’t she?”
“Again?” said Crow. “No fucking way.”
Hawk’s eyes opened wide as my body shook from the inside out. I felt myself fisting around him. My cunt clutched and released, clutched and released, and then he was pulled all the way inside of me.
With him covering more real estate, the orgasm kept going on and on. He lost control. He pumped into me. Not as hard as with Mrs. Pettigrew, but not as finessed as moments before.
“Look, she’s gonna make him blow, man.”
“Go, sweet meat. Take him the fuck down.”
I watched as Hawk’s big body crumbled around me. I felt his heart pounding into my chest. His breaths were harsh, fast, and shallow. He clutched me to him, so tightly I thought my bones might break.
He was all the way inside of me now. Hip to hip, chest-to-chest, forehead to forehead. I felt him in my belly, in my heart, in my soul. I felt in that moment I was his and he was mine. That we were joined inextricably together, and no one, and nothing could ever pull us apart.
Hawk pulled out of me.
There was awe on his face, all mischief gone. He looked at me in wonder, his face open and vulnerable. I felt a moment of fear at the sight of it. This big man who could crush me with his pinkie finger trembled over top of me. I knew he felt it too; that soul deep connection.
He planted a chaste kiss at my temple, then lower on my nose, he moved down to my mouth, but stopped. He hovered over my lips for half a second, but it felt like an eternity. I tilted my lips, eager to taste him. But he closed his mouth, shuttered his expression, and pulled off of me.
“You ready, E?” Hawk backed away from me. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off me, but it didn’t matter. They were shuttered now. The mischievous grin back. The challenge back. He waited to see if I’d protest.
Eagle rose from the bench. “You think she can handle it after that?”
Hawk smiled at me with something close to pride in his eyes. “Yeah, our little sweet meat can take it. She can take anything. Can’t you, sweet meat?”
He didn’t wait for me to answer. If he had waited he’d have heard me say I wanted no one but him. That I wanted him back inside my cunt and my mouth.
But Hawk backed away from me on shaky legs. I watched his hard ass disappear into his pants and then my view of him was obstructed by another thick, dark man who eyed me warily, daring me to tell him no.
Chapter Eleven
Eagle passed Hawk on his way to the bench. The two high fived, any tension from before gone.
Eagle unzipped his pants. “Can you handle it, sweet meat?”
I knew I should’ve said ‘no’. But a part of me didn’t want to disappoint Hawk. So, I nodded.
Eagle grabbed a condom. He slid into my folds without preamble. His descent was easier, but he was thicker where Hawk was longer.
“Holy shit!”
I heard Hawk chuckling from the bench. “Yeah. I know, brother.”
“Fuck,” Eagle shut his eyes as he slid all the way in.
“Hold up. I gotta see this.” Crow materialized over my shoulder. “Dude that shit’s poetry. Ebony and ivory.”
Eagle set a slow rhythm. In, out. In, out, and around. In, out. In, out, and around.
“Make them bounce, E.”
I assumed Crow meant my breasts since he hadn’t taken his eyes off them since he’d come over to join us. Eagle, who had his eyes closed in ecstasy, ignored Crow and kept his slow rhythm that didn’t cause my small breasts to jiggle much.
Crow took matters into his own hands. He reached out and ran his fingers over my right breast. I gasped.
Eagle opened one eye. “Crow, wait your fucking turn.” Eagle thrust deep and closed his eyes again.
Crow ran his hand over the left nipple. I bucked.
“Crow!”
“I can’t help it, man. They’re like little rose buds.” With two hands, Crow pinched both my nipples. That coupled with Eagle’s wide girth filling me to capacity caused my body to seize.
This orgasm was at the thin line between pleasure and pain as my stretched cunt contracted around Eagle’s thickness. It was like a jackhammer hitting solid metal. Both Eagle and I cried out. I felt his penis twitching, felt the tension in his muscles as he tried to hold onto his orgasm.
“She pull you under too?” Crow bounced on his feet like he had the other night.
“You fucking ass hole!” Eagle gave him a shove. “Get the fuck outta here.”
Crow went back to the bench to a laughing Hawk and a grinning Owl.
Eagle was still hard inside of me. He withdrew and turned me over, placing my knees on either side of the hump in the bug’s hood. He entered me from behind. He was no longer slow a
nd in control. He pummeled into me like a piston. His hands played with my butt cheeks. He separated them, exposing my anus to the cool air. He rubbed me there with his thumb, in a circle motion.
At first I tensed at so intimate a touch. But then I remembered, I was fucking a virtual stranger in front of his three friends. This, after performing various other sex acts with two other guys, which included losing my virginity, oral sex, and breast play. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the new sensation.
After a while, I felt Eagle hitting that same spot he’d found with his fingers earlier. With each thrust of his hips, I felt the floodgates, which had never closed, opening impossibly wider. The pounding rhythm pushed a little fluid out each time. Before I knew it, I was full and bursting once more. To Crow’s glee, I took Eagle down with me.
I expected Eagle to come with a roar like Hawk. But Eagle came quietly. He clutched me to him, opened his mouth wide and spilled into me.
“You’re the fucking sweetest meat I’ve ever tasted, Ellie,” he whispered in my ear before withdrawing from me.
Then I felt airborne. I opened my eyes to see thick, tan pecs and a corded neck. Hawk carried me away to the applause and catcalls of Crow. Owl looked on with a smile and a nod.
Hawk carried me to the back of the shop. We went into a bathroom that was nicer than what I’d expect for a mechanic’s shop. He sat me on the corner of the sink. The cold tile was heaven against my throbbing core.
He ran the faucet and put a cloth underneath the water. After ringing the cloth of excess water, he cleaned me up. First my face, then my hands. Then on to my breasts, down to my belly. He put the cloth into the hot water before putting it onto my throbbing cunt. I closed my eyes and hissed at the contact.
I felt soft lips against my temple. “You did good, sweet meat. You’re gonna be fucking sore tomorrow.”
I opened my eyes. “It was worth it.”
I couldn’t read his expression. His lips were parted, his eyes narrowed. His breath came out in a slow sigh of heat across my nose.
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