She straddled Ben, caught his cock in her hand and guided him inside. But David wasn’t waiting. He grasped her hips and pushed her down until she was completely impaled by Ben. She squealed. Tom caught her arms and Ben pinched her clit. She rode the cock instinctually.
“I know girls like you, Lana. You like it hard.” David’s coarseness was not only arousing, but truthful. She loved it hard. And if you’re inviting three men to screw you, you’d have to. “Lean forward for Tom.”
Lana looked up. Tom had moved to the side, his thick cock bobbing, ready for her lips. She leaned forward, eager to taste him again. She braced herself on Ben’s shoulder then reached for Tom’s cock.
“Hold yourself up, Lana. I’ll feed you.”
She met Tom’s gaze. She liked to keep control. She liked to have her hand on the base to know she wouldn’t choke. But with Ben’s hands on her waist, she had to support her upper body, which left no hands to control.
It was Tom. She trusted him.
She parted her lips and his cock brushed against them. Baby soft skin, rod of steel, pressing into her. Fucking her mouth. Without her control. She gasped. A moment of panic shot through her. But his cock head was all that was inside. She was worried for nothing. He knew to let her get used to it. He’d only been with her last week. He knew how she gave a blow job. She could trust him.
His big cock pressed into her mouth. Without thought, she began licking, sucking and slurping on the thickness. She loved the taste of him; so fresh, but so male.
While she was acclimatising to Ben and Tom’s cocks filling her, David was coating her butt with lube. He must have warmed it with his hands because there was no jolt of cold, just the slick sensation of his thick fingers rubbing slickened skin. His finger probed her arse and liquid coated the rim, softening his touch. Although his touch wasn’t gentle, the anticipation and need had her on a knife edge. She pressed back against his finger. She was ready for him. Her arse may not have been fully stretched but she wanted the rawness of his cock opening her.
“Ready?” He circled his finger inside, stretching her with just one digit.
She growled and nodded, even though she wasn’t sure David would notice, given she was caught by Tom’s cock with his hand curled around her jaw.
A palm slid along her spine, bending her; she eased down. With a cock in each end, she was in no position to disobey. A small jerk and a groan were all the reactions she could easily make. It caused growls of response, probably from the owner of the cock in her mouth. She had closed her jaw quite tightly as her body reacted. Poor Tom.
Deep pressure engulfed her. Tight, hard, sharp. She pushed back as much as she could, trying to relax. But she was so full. Unable to completely concentrate on David’s cock when there were so many others demanding her attention. Usually anal sex took all her focus but today she was split between three focal points, finding it difficult to separate the feelings. Ben’s cock moved in her cunt and she gurgled, which made Tom’s thrust in her mouth. She arched, pushing her hands onto Ben’s shoulders. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his lips, tugging hard and biting as David pushed.
Her arch dragged her mouth along Tom’s cock and she revelled in the accompanying groan. The pressure behind built. She was taut. The need to catch her breath and hold still flooded her. As the tension amplified, she moaned. Louder. A hard thrust. She opened her mouth to cry out but as her voice vibrated, Tom’s cock slid deeper inside. The pressure released when David’s cock slid through her anal sphincter. She was full, stretched so wide with three cocks, she could imagine herself busting open.
So much pressure. So full. So sensitive. So taboo. So… aaaaarrrrgggghhhh…
David was deep inside her. The scream she thought would burst eardrums was caught by Tom’s cock. Then Ben moved beneath her and surges of pleasure washed over her. Pleasure was not the right word. Surges of the most exquisite joy, the most incredible arousal, fulfilment, happiness, ecstasy. There were no words. No words to describe this.
“Fuck. So fucking tight.” A man’s voice, deep and strained. Only a grunt answered.
Ben and David found a rhythm that rocked waves inside her. One in, one out. Tom moved in her mouth to a different beat but perfectly in tune. She was constantly filled. Constantly moved. Constantly aroused. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
Her lower body was constricted, so very full, distracting her. Tom’s eyes were closed as he thrust into her mouth. Never too deep. She wanted more, but couldn’t convey that to him. She wanted his cock against the back of her throat. She wanted to taste his pre-cum. She wanted his explosion to start her own. She wanted this to end spectacularly, but she wanted it to last forever.
Ben’s cock sent ripples through her cunt. Her sticky fluid spread over him. She could feel the cool wetness each time her open labia slapped against his groin. She slipped along him, lubricated by her own juices. Her body spasmed around the fullness of his cock, holding, gripping each time he pulled from her. She need not have worried because he never pulled fully out. If he did, she wondered if David’s monster cock would allow him space inside her.
David’s cock drove the show. Or maybe it was the anal sex that drove it. She loved the dirty, animalistic rawness of anal sex, and David must too. He was vulgar, gritty and rough. The coarseness of his pubic hair ground against her sensitive buttocks. His fingers pinched into her hips, holding tightly so his groin slapped against her with each thrust. The sound wasn’t the same as the slickness of Ben, it was drier, harsher, more like a smack.
She was like an instrument in the hands of a master player, except that three masters were playing her. In unison. She was beautifully plucked. The sounds from her rumbled and growled, reaching high notes and notes of pure beauty that brought tears to her eyes.
Hands held her breasts, kneading, tweaking, pulling, grasping. No longer gentle, more frenzied, and that suited her fine.
She had never been so thoroughly fucked. Never felt such unadulterated joy, such freedom, such intense pleasure. Her body was heaving, strung tight. She wasn’t sure she could continue to breathe. And what a way to go. Death by fucking. If she could choose, she’d go like this.
She could no longer compartmentalise each cock. In reality they all thrust and probed, held her suspended in need. Her body belonged not to her, but to them. To the three men who rocked her body as they rocked her world. Three young men she didn’t know a week ago. Three men she’d probably never see again. Three men with the most wicked cocks in Christendom. Three young men…
Three cocks pushed into her simultaneously.
“Fuck, now.” Ben’s cry from below her startled her. Then his hips bucked and he clawed at her, dragging her down and burying himself deeper inside. She opened her mouth to scream and Tom’s cock hit the back of her throat. Pre-cum, salt, heat. She gagged once, then swallowed as hot spurts hit soft flesh. Retch gone, she sucked deeply. She was unsure if it was the situation or not, but it seemed like the deepest head she’d ever given. And while she was preoccupied with Ben and Tom, David thrust harder and faster into her. She writhed against Ben, causing him to groan as if his orgasm continued. Tom’s cock had stopped shooting seed but she still sucked while he whimpered his release.
She squealed when David’s cock rammed home, her mouth releasing Tom’s spent penis. She exploded as David’s cock thrust and shuddered. The world stopped still. Deep blackness, then neon yellow streaked across her dark world. She scrunched her eyes, and a kaleidoscope burst before her. She was soaring, full of the sharpest pleasure she’d ever felt. The deepest thrill. The darkest joy. Elation. She was rocketing somewhere stratospheric while his cock juddered in her arse.
Lana was all cells bursting. Body thrumming. Skin tingling. Cunt pounding. Clit shattering. She came and came. And when he stopped, she still came. Her mouth opened and a keening wail escaped. She pressed herself up on Ben, arching backwards, her breasts pointed out front, nipples vibrating with the energy that ripped through her.
And
then she collapsed, her arms unable to hold her upright. Tom caught her so she didn’t smash into Ben’s face. He held her while David slipped from her arse, and Ben from her cunt.
She was bare. Exposed. Empty.
She didn’t care. She was replete, exhausted.
“Fuck.” She heard it in three different voices. Three different tones, but all sounded exhausted, exalted. If she’d had the energy to open her mouth and unleash speech, that would probably be all she’d be capable of saying too.
Tom stroked her face, purred in his chest and whispered words that made no sense to her scrambled brain.
They sprawled for a long time, no one moving except to suck air into oxygen-depleted bodies.
David was the first to move. “I wasn’t sure how that would go but fuck me, if that’s not the best sex I’ve ever had.” He stretched. In the shadows the lamps threw she could only see that his body was long and lean, more heavily muscled than Tom’s. The lamplight, however, showed his cock, thick even in repose. No wonder her body still throbbed.
“There’s a shower down the hall. First door on the left,” she said, and David strode away.
She rolled off Ben, collapsing across Tom’s lap. “There’s another shower, second door on the left, if you want, Ben.”
“Thanks. Not sure I can move yet.”
“I didn’t squash you, did I?”
Ben chuckled. “You’re light as a feather. How could you squash me? I’m at least three times your size.” His compliments were a balm. Not that she needed one right at this moment, but she could store it for later.
When Ben left, Tom held her close to his chest. His hand stroked along her spine as he leaned close and whispered, “Are you okay?”
“Maybe.” She smiled at him but noticed the concern that came over his face. “I’m just shattered. I haven’t come back together yet.”
“I could hold you until you’re in one piece again.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to her forehead. Before she could answer him, he asked, “Was it like you imagined?”
She nuzzled against his collarbone, lapping the hollow beneath his neck. “My fantasy was tame compared with that. I’ve never had my mind leave me. Not given up control completely. I hadn’t gone close to imagining that intensity. I’ll never be the same again, Tom. And I mean that in a positive way.”
His smile grew as she uttered each word, and by the end of her praise he was beaming, leaning over her, lighting up the room with his white teeth.
She stretched up and caught his lips with hers. The kiss was searing, only to be interrupted by David.
“Surely you can’t go again?” David’s question made her laugh.
“No, David. I think I’m done for the evening. How about you?”
David leered. “I’d sure like to do that again…but not tonight.”
“I don’t usually do encores,” Lana said, hoping her smile would soften the words.
David and Tom looked at her thoughtfully, but before anything more could be said, Ben entered the room whistling. “That is one cracking shower, and another hell of a view.”
Although she didn’t do encores with sex, Lana knew this situation was too good to abandon, especially if the guys were keen to repeat the act. She took a deep breath. “I have a bit of private work, if you’re interested?” She studied each young man in turn.
Thursday evening and the Diamond Dinner Club, an elite group of society women, were gathering at her house. Lana and Nella were the only original members still attending regularly. It was an evening Lana loved, even if she didn’t love all the members. With age came the ability to tolerate others.
Her apartment had been cleaned until it sparkled, yet she was sure she could smell sex when she walked near the couch. She hoped no one else could. Well, they’d hardly comment on it.
The food had been delivered earlier in the day. She was ready and waiting.
The intercom buzzed and she allowed her guests entry. She had butterflies inside. She’d taken an inordinate length of time choosing the white sundress with pink polka dots. The dots were pale and spread apart at the top and the bottom of the dress, but they became darker and more abundant at the waist. It gave her slim waistline extra attention. The dress flared across her hips and stopped above her knees, showcasing her legs. The white heels only lengthened them.
The boys were agog as they greeted her.
“That dress is all invitation, Lana. Does this mean we’re on for tonight?” David asked with a suggestive twinkle in his eye.
“You’ve work to do first, and then we’ll see. But no screwing my guests. Not tonight. No matter how horny or needy they may appear.” She laughed. She made a joke of her very real fear—that one of the younger girls in the group would hit on her young men. Like Camilla. She was their age, new to the group, and married to a much older man. She’d be the most likely to try to attract a lover. Or Darla even—she’d been divorced for a while now and was on the prowl.
Her waiters moved to the kitchen and prepared for serving. Lana left them. They knew what they were doing better than she did.
Nella was the first of the Double D’s to arrive. She was going to need an explanation, as was Meagan. Lana didn’t have one. Inviting the boys as waitstaff had been a spur of the moment decision. Not one she regretted. She was eager to see them again, which was odd as she rarely wanted them for more than one night, and these boys had already been with her once, Tom twice.
Nella and Lana greeted each other as usual and then Nella stepped closer, no doubt to grill her about Saturday night. David chose that moment to walk towards them with a tray of drink selections—champagne, red and white wine, fruit juice. And he was shirtless, his chest gleaming, abdominal wall tightly rippled, and a nipple piercing Lana hadn’t noticed before. How could she not have noticed?
While she was trying hard not to gape at his improper attire, Nella’s fingers closed over her forearm. “No.” It was almost a breath rather than a word. A prayer, not a remonstration.
Before she could say another word, a half-naked Ben appeared with hors d’oeuvres. Nella raised a frosted eyebrow. “Lana, you can’t. Not two of them.”
“There’s three, actually.” Lana smiled and turned to greet the next guest, smothering a giggle. These guys were incorrigible.
It was a serious situation, however. If she couldn’t supply a suitable explanation, Nella’s remonstrations were going to be out of this world. This was a ladies only evening. Men—partners, husbands, lovers—were not invited, but waitstaff weren’t technically against the rules. She had never broken the tradition, but with fresh seafood being served, the boys would be useful for shelling, peeling and shucking. She inwardly gloated. She had her excuse. No one would suspect they were here for any other purpose. Not with three of them.
Masking a gloating smile, she mingled, ensuring everyone was greeted warmly and that they were being looked after. She fielded the usual compliments about her choices of flowers and table arrangement.
She went only a couple of steps before Jorja and Meagan claimed her. She felt certain Meagan would comment on her waitstaff being present. But while pleasantries were being exchanged, Tom came up with the tray of freshly shucked oysters—plain, kilpatrick and some with chilli and lime dressing.
“Good evening, Chef.” His tone was exactly that he used at Edesia, even if his attire was different. He was good. Polite but professional.
He leaned forward to offer the oysters to Jorja, his gaze skimming across her slender, toned body shown to perfection in a tiny white dress with cut-outs at the waist. He lifted his gaze and it lingered on her well-boned face, beautifully framed by her heavy black fringe and long, straight dark hair. As Jorja popped the oyster into her red painted lips, she raised her gaze, and Tom’s mouth dropped open. No doubt because those ice blue eyes completed the picture of a gorgeous woman. Jorja only nodded her thanks.
A breath expelled from Lana’s lungs and her muscles relaxed. Tom might be intereste
d, of course, because he was a young male and Jorja was beautiful, but she was completely disinterested in him.
“This gorgeous boy is Tom.” Lana said as Jorja swallowed the oyster.
Jorja smiled. “Hello Tom. The oysters are wicked.”
Tom nodded and offered the oysters to Meagan, who murmured her appreciation. Once Meagan had given her food the seal of approval, Lana relaxed even more.
“How do you like my waiters?” she asked with a wicked tone.
Meagan and Jorja laughed. “It’s nothing we wouldn’t expect, Lana, dear,” Jorja said and Lana wasn’t sure if she was being complimentary or not. She’d take it as a compliment. Jorja was always a little difficult to decode.
Meagan tipped her head to the side. “Whose waiters?”
Lana bit her bottom lip for only a second before bestowing a trademark smile. “Oh, sorry Meagan. I stole them from you, but it’s only temporary. They assured me they weren’t due to work until tomorrow night.”
Meagan smiled, her head shaking slowly. “It’s fine, Lana. I only own them in Edesia. I know they’re yours otherwise.”
Lana noticed the elbow Jorja sank into Meagan’s hip, but she didn’t understand the reason behind it. What Meagan said was perfectly true.
Lana turned to survey the room. Darla was talking with Willow and Camilla, no doubt sharing her latest dating disaster. Lana went closer, it was always worth hearing.
“Of all the men in the world, why did this blind date have to be a dead ringer for my ex? The same charm, same eyes, same hair—even the same mannerisms. When he patted his mouth three times with the napkin, that was it. No way I could see him again.” Darla was clearly distressed and Willow offered her comfort and sympathy. Lana turned away. Usually Darla’s dating disasters were amusing, but that was just sad.
Darla would find someone. There were lots of men in Sydney and Darla was attractive. It would just take time.
Lana looked around her sumptuous apartment. Nella was accepting an oyster from Tom. Nine other glamorous women chatted and fluttered as they did every fortnight. And three half-naked men, who would be fully naked and inside her before the night was out, moved among the glamour.
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