Shamelessly, she parted her legs so wide, her slippers fell off her uplifted feet. As if propelled by a dark, carnal need, she brazenly arched her ass in the air and. rocked her belly against Devin’s lap. Moaning as though she was asking, begging to be touched, spanked, or fucked with each wiggle of her ass.
His body was tight with sexual tension, need. Tormented by raging lust and an undreamt craving for something dark, carnal unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Caleb made his way behind Megan as his heart sped up. He had to look. Impatient. Eager. Desperate to see for himself the effectiveness of Devin’s punishment.
Caleb’s cock was painfully hard as he stroked it, staring a few feet from Megan’s gaping pussy. Her aromatic juices slid down her thighs. He was so hot, on fire, ready to erupt and flood the earth with molten lava. Could only imagine what effect it was having on Devin. Clearly Megan, though she cried out, moaned and gasped in feigned protest. She breathed hard, flushed with arousal, body glistening with perspiration, her soaked cunt gaped open, ready and willing to accept whatever penance Devin dished out.
Holy shit, he was fucking enjoying her punishment immensely.
She shrieked when Devin buried a finger in her hot, tiny recess and bucked harshly against his lap. She groaned harshly from deep within the other man’s throat, and Caleb could only assume she landed on his cock.
“Damn, Megan, you’re sopping wet,” Devin muttered heatedly as another slap landed on her tender bottom, burned a bright red.
Caleb’s fingers itched to feel the heat of her tinged skin. He didn’t need a finger insider her to realize how damp she was. He could see her delicious, thick cream collecting in the swollen folds of her pussy, trailing down her thighs, drenching Devin’s buckskins. He heard the sopping noises when the dark, thick finger swirled in the tiny hole. Her rear rose and thrust blindly in the air. Her red cheeks clenched the hand in need under the ravaging assault upon her most delicate flesh.
“I can smell you from here. You’re enjoying your punishment too damned much.” Caleb couldn’t remove his eyes from the imbedded finger caressing the sensitive flesh inside her body as she pushed back on Devin’s hand. She moaned like a wild banshee. He could see the tension, the need in her body, hear it in her voice as she hovered near the brink just beyond reason. “Bad, naughty girls like to be spanked.”
A loud whimper of protest escaped her lips as Devin completely withdrew his glistening finger. In a passion-filled haze, his eyes went to Devin. Lust and darkness shone in the other man’s eyes. Devin passed him a knowing glance, inviting, approving. Entranced, Caleb stepped closer.
Megan groaned contentedly when Caleb dipped a finger into the heated, silken depths of her cunt as another slap singed her cheeks. The sharp sound echoed in his mind, pounded in his heart. He felt her narrow channel grip him tightly, clenching in need. A flare of heat rushed to his erection, now jerking against his abdomen.
“Oh, Devin, please,” she cried out, her thighs tightening around his hand, holding him there. Barely able to breathe, he stared at the faint imprint on her curved cheek.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Megan. Deservedly so, your comeuppance will be more severe this time,” Devin said. Another blow landed on her clenched cheeks.
Caleb twisted his finger inside the tight heat. Creamy hot liquid flowed from deep with her quivering body as her pussy continually gripped him. He wanted to ram inside her body, unable to fathom how Devin controlled himself.
“Your penalty should be harsh enough to atone for what you did to me and Caleb. Not to mention Deuce.” His voice was a harsh growl, throbbed fiercely with primal lust.
In time to the sharp sting landing on her bottom, Caleb curled the digit buried inside her, teased the sensitive spot on the front of her vaginal wall as her vaginal walls constricted tightly. He sent new sensations rippling through her body as she trembled and cried out in desperation.
“I hate you, Devin,” she panted, her voice raw with emotion as she tightened her arms around his thigh. Caleb watched her as she rocked her body against Devin’s cock. She squirmed, writhed against him. Moved to press her breasts hard against Devin’s thigh, rake her puckered nipples against the leather fabric while pushing back on his imbedded finger, grinding against his hand, seeking pleasure, her release.
Caleb swallowed in absolute wonder as he continued to move inside the hot, tight, soaked depths of her throbbing cunt. Never had he seen a woman so hell-bent on receiving pleasure, so accepting of dominance or the sharp bite of pain and complete sexual submission. She was eager in her unbridled lust, free in her fiery passion, intense in her carnal desires. His sweet Megan spread her legs like an absolute sex goddess, a sexual slave, a nymphet consumed with sexual excesses. The debased realization and understanding blew away his rationale, made him lust for her.
“Then why are you rubbing your belly against my cock?” Devin grinned, a most wicked, sinful grin. He heard her scream when the next blow struck the firm globes, already reddened, glowing from the enforced pleasure that had her gushing over his hand.
“I can’t take much more of this,” she groaned, her voice vibrating with need, her body trembling.
“Megan, your dripping wet pussy tells us you can.” Devin’s voice was low, pulsing tightly as he ran a hand along the arch of her back and landed another blow on her ass.
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Megan’s eyes flared open. A finger deep inside her. A hand caressing her tender backside, as if inspecting in its handiwork. Another gently traced the line along her spine, sending a shiver of pleasure straight to her pussy.
Caleb.
Lost in her own carnal desire, she’d completely forgotten about Caleb. It was his finger swirling in her cunt, inflicting his own sweet discipline. She whimpered, reveling in his participation, his acceptance and the intimate connection thrusting inside her body.
“To prove to Caleb I’m not a complete jackass, we’ll change the direction of your punishment.” Devin’s voice was tinged with lust, heated and dark, warning her of what was to come. Caleb withdrew his finger from the hot confines she gripped him sensuously with to keep him in place.
“No, Devin—” she whimpered, then clamped her mouth shut. She realized the mistake she’d made in telling him no. She screamed in delirious pleasure as the blow, a biting sting of erotic sensation, came down on her sopping wet pussy, and slammed into her clit, sounding more like sloshing than slapping. One more. One more, and she would explode, die in her orgasmic release. Please, she begged silently. One more.
“Megan, you know better than to tell me no. For that, we’ll show you no mercy,” he growled hotly.
Her breath caught. She felt his erection jerk, hot and hard against her stomach as he said the heated words. A flurry of alarm mingled with excitement rushed through her. The intense rush of lust pounded through her veins, igniting every nerve.
“Stand up and bend over.” He shifted her off his lap.
She did as he demanded without hesitation. Turning so her back was to Devin, she bent over. Her entire body quivered, every fiber on fire, waiting, imagining what she would be forced to submit to.
“Farther, Megan. Spread your legs farther apart. We want to see your soaked pussy.”
Instead of trembling with mortification at her continued sexual degradation, Caleb baring witness brought an unknown edge of unparalleled fiery heat and dark lust flaring through her body. An unknown, depraved desire pushed her beyond explanation. She wanted it. Ached for it. Whatever they had to give—hard, fast, rough, torment, pleasure, pain—she wanted it all and more. Already breathing in shallow pants, she felt her bare feet slide further along the ground, leaving long tracks in the dirt.
“Good, Megan. Now spread your cheeks for me,” Devin demanded.
Doing as he asked, aware he and Caleb stood side-by-side, mesmerized by the provocative sight of her bent over. He knew her pussy lips were open, the intimate folds dripping. The ‘pearl of her pleasure,’ as Devin liked to call it
when sucking it between his lips, was engorged and pulsing like a treasure waiting to be taken, at the very tip of her flesh.
Her heart raced out of control. She could hear their harsh breathing, their moans, the jerky movements as both men began to stroke themselves when she reached back. Her hands gripped her tender buttocks, and she winced at the searing sensation tearing through her system. Grimacing, she parted her tinged cheeks, feeling the hole still dripping with Caleb’s cream. The twisted bun at the nape of her neck now undone, her hair fell over her shoulders and along her back. She arched, the peaks of her breasts thrust forward. The sweep of her hair was a welcomed touch to her sensitized nipples.
In her mind, she pictured what they saw: dark blond curls nestled between white flesh spread wide open, revealing the gaping entrances, the ultimate temptation of sin, a promise of pleasure, swollen, dripping, and throbbing for them, theirs for the taking. She shuddered on a breathless whimper, hardly able to wait.
“An exceptionally sinful pose. Don’t you agree, Caleb?”
She held her breath, waiting for Caleb’s response. All she heard was a heavy, manly groan of approval.
“Close your eyes, Megan. Don’t move, no matter what. Don’t move,” Devin warned heatedly, and she obeyed, listening intently to their muted whispers, unable to distinguish what they were saying.
“Concentrate. Just feel,” Devin whispered, and she obeyed, surrendering to the deep, seductive sound of his voice coming through the darkness behind her heavy, closed lids. Always obeying Devin, she could do no more. Then, she felt them and thought she would lose what was left of her mind. Four large hands began to caress every inch of her body sinuously. They glided over her arms, back, breasts, belly, up and down her legs, pleasuring her everywhere except where the fire raged brighter than ever before. Her body shivered and pulsated, her desperate moans echoing around them.
Each nerve and cell erupted as warm fingers and hot hands teased and kneaded, pinching a trail of fiery sensations along the way until she thought she could take no more.
Suddenly, lips added a new, torturous dimension. Moist, soft, demanding and heated. Their tongues ran under the swell of her flesh where her buttocks met thighs and deliciously along the small of her back, burning a path down her thighs, sending shock waves through her sensitized lips. They licked and tasting the cream flowing down the flesh of her inner thighs.
Her body responded instinctively, cried out as her nipples were squeezed and tweaked, encased in the hot, wetness of their mouths. She bucked as she felt hands and moist, warm lips roving over her rear, and fingers and wet tongues teasing her cleft, tightening as tender fingers touched her inner thighs, throbbing at the slightest caress to the slick folds she struggled with each passing moment to keep parted. She whimpered at the passion roused from touch alone.
No inch of her body remained untouched except where she was the wettest, ached the strongest and felt the greatest need. Hands, fingers, lips, and tongues tormenting her with sensuous agony until she was too weak to hold her decadent pose a moment longer. Certain she would faint dead away from the extremely licentious torture, it suddenly stopped.
“You’re lucky you like your ass filled with cock, because that’s all your getting.” Grabbing her hips, Devin’s voice, roughened with arousal, brought her back to awareness.
“Please, Devin, I want to come. I need to come,” she begged helplessly, not caring how she sounded. Only conscious of the hunger, the burning need throbbing between her thighs.
“Not yet, Megan. Not until Caleb and I are done with you.” Careful to avoid the most sensitive areas of her vagina, he coated her anus with her slick cream.
“I’m taking your tight ass, and you’re going to suck Caleb. Make it good, Megan. Show him how much you like to suck cock.” She was vaguely aware of Caleb moving away to wash himself. She felt Devin’s fingers dip into the quivering well she still held open and cried out. She bit down on her lip as he held her still. With a firm hand on her hip, he continued to gather the collection of thick cream from her vagina, spreading it to her anus. Over and over again, he repeated the torture, always sure not to touch the sensitive nub that ached for his touch. His thick, long fingers drove her beyond insane, wild and delirious with her need as he drove into the hole between her cheeks. She heard him groan roughly as he prepared his cock with her juices. The thought of him taking her without being well-lubed, his huge cock tearing into her, pounding inside her small body, made her legs shake, pussy tighten and weep in expectation. She was scared, frightened of being ripped in two. She was dying for it.
“Suck him hard. Make him come,” Devin growled, and she knew he was just as hot, excited, aroused and desperate as she was.
She closed her eyes, the memory of having two cocks burned vividly. The pleasure was so wonderfully intense, nothing else compared. What Devin planned was pure agony, and she craved it, needed it, wanted it desperately. Two enormous cocks filling her, stretching her incredibly, driving her mad with desire. Neither intended to bring her release, only heighten her immense arousal.
“Remember,” Devin said, “you don’t get yours until we get ours.”
A scant moment later, the swollen head of his iron-hard erection rubbed against the entry of her anus. Her body was already relaxed, prepared. Her channel slackened and filled with Caleb’s semen. She pushed back against the flared head and heard a hard, male groan as the entrance stretched, begging for the swollen head to drive inside her.
“Oh, you want you it bad. Don’t you, baby?” Devin rasped, his voice heavy with lust.
Megan no longer cared if they shared her body or her passion. Knowing as soon as their need was met, the relentless buildup of pain, agonizing pleasure leading to her impending orgasm would be more intense, burn hotter and be all-consuming. Devin taught her that lesson, and she learned to accept, crave and beg for the dark, sinful extreme.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt the bulging head of his cock nudging the entrance from behind. Caleb was in front of her, holding his thick, hard flesh in his hands inches away from her mouth.
There was no time to react. Megan screamed at the rip of burning pain and white-hot, searing pleasure shattered her system, tore through her body at the sudden invasion of Devin’s extreme impalement. With one hard thrust and a deep growl, Devin lifted her off the ground, holding beneath where her legs bent. Her scream was muffled by the sound of Caleb’s rough groan as he plunged his cock into her mouth, his hands reaching under her, holding her up as he clutched her breasts.
Devin, six-foot-nine of pure power and brawn and carved of muscle, Caleb, at six-three to her mere size, made it easy for them to suspended her between their two bodies like a pendulum. Her body raged with a fire burning out of control. She clung onto Caleb’s hips as her legs curled around Devin’s solid buckskin-clad ones.
Caleb made no allowances for his size, as if he figured if she managed to take Devin’s twelve inches, then she should adeptly swallow his thick, nine-inch dick. She didn’t want to disappoint. She swallowed his hard thickness greedily down her hungry throat, sucking the flared head of his cock with her cheeks and lavishing it with her tongue as he drove in and out of her mouth.
Megan could feel her anal muscles stretching, clenching at his wide, hard flesh, his fingers tightening on her hips as he split her in two. Hard, deep, brutal thrusts, on the edge of being violent, tore through her sanity, heightened her pleasure, her need. Devin incited her toward an intensity beyond her realm, pleasure and pain so uncontrolled, unexpected, it both terrified and made her want to scream for more. Her entire pussy throbbed, so swollen and hypersensitive, and her sheen-covered body shuddered desperately.
Moaning hungrily, savagely around the solid, hot flesh pumping between her lips, she tightened her mouth on him, slurping greedily, tempting him to fuck her mouth harder, eager to taste his rich seed.
Their fiery thrusts were deep and fast, sending her into a total abyss. She felt as though one colossal cock was thrust
ing inside her from one end to the other, setting her entire body ablaze with burning liquid. An insatiable need for more that all she could do was accept the heated, carnal, depraved sensations washing artfully over her until she was giving as much as she was getting.
Her filled mouth suctioned tightly around Caleb’s cock as he plunged deeper. She stroked the same sensitive spot that drove Devin over the edge. She could taste Caleb’s release on her tongue as his flesh pulsated in her mouth. She rocked back hard, clenching her anal muscles tightly around Devin’s huge erection, driving him beyond his own control. She felt his body start to tighten, his cock swell, expand in her anus. She heard their male cries of lustful pleasure, deep desires of release being fulfilled with each gut-wrenching movement.
She didn’t stop as jets of hot, thick semen shot down her throat. Devin held her tightly, shuddering violently against her from the extreme intensity of his ejaculation.
Their heated, primal shouts of passion so intense, they crashed through the slats in the paneled barn walls, echoing through the pasture like men being burned alive at the stake. Even the horses became agitated and jumped in their stalls.
Caleb was spent. He leaned against the nearest column, his breath coming in harsh, fast pants. Devin pulled her into his arms, possessively wrapped one over her breast and the other crossing her belly, resting his hand low on her hip, their connection still intact. His ragged breath warmed her glistened skin.
“Damn, Megan. I believe you really want to kill me,” he muttered between breaths.
Giving him a moment to catch his breath, she took comfort in his warmth, his need to hold onto her as though he couldn’t ever let her go. If not for the never-ending ache between her thighs, she would have been satisfied to remain in his arms forever just as they were. But the hunger, the need still throbbed for relief. Once she sensed some resemblance of equilibrium was returning, she whispered, “Devin.”
“I know, darling,” he said with complete understanding. Cradling her into his embrace, he carried her like a small child into the house.
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