by Dani April
Ethan took control of the situation then, allowing no room for resistance. Taking her up in his huge arms, he moved her along his tensely muscled body. She spread her legs wider on top of him, positioning herself, getting ready. He forced her back down, and he kissed her ravenously on the lips once more, their two tongues dancing between their mouths, her breasts flattened against his chest.
He slid his hand down her spine, briefly cupping her buttocks. The other two men had repositioned themselves, one on each side of her, their hands exploring her body. Then she felt Ethan move her up and his cockhead found her opening. He was just barely inside her, and her first movement back down sent him plunging deep, her lips spread wide, her pussy on fire.
Chrissie cried out from shock as he plunged deeper. She pulled up on him, and he penetrated inside her even farther. Her mouth was open wide, a moan escaping her throat. She threw back her head and sat all the way back, taking him to what must have been the hilt, although he was so big there always seemed to be more of him to go inside. She moved her knees farther apart, trying as best she could to get comfortable. His monster was still sliding up into her wet canal farther still. How much more of him was there to go?
With Ethan’s cock lodged fully inside her, the sensations spreading in all directions of her body were desperate. She winced and started a slow movement against him. But Ethan was not going to be that easy on her. He gripped both her buttocks in his big palms and began to move her back and forth, then up and down. She let out a little scream but stayed with him, letting him take compete control of their lovemaking.
Not to be denied, Brad pulled her face to his own and demanded a kiss from her still-wide-open and groaning mouth. His tongue darted down her throat. She tasted Brad as she rode Ethan’s cock. Her own juices still fresh in his mouth were sweet. Her nipples were both being savagely licked and pinched now by Scott.
She was sweating and panting. Chrissie was no longer in control of her movements or her own body. The men were moving her for their own pleasure and driving her to both the depths and heights of passion.
When it built in her and necessitated release, a gusher issued between her legs. Ethan’s cock had rubbed against her cervix as deep inside her as it could possibly penetrate. He was freely moving her body up and down against his erection. She knew he would soon explode in her. She didn’t care. Her mind was lost. For those few seconds she cared about nothing except receiving stroke after stroke of the arousing pleasure giver inside her.
Ethan made a deep grunt underneath her. He gripped her so tight he almost caused pain. Hot, burning liquid began spraying her inner pussy walls, flying into her depths. Chrissie gasped out her own orgasm and tightened her knees along his side. Her cries were met by more kisses from Brad. Her swollen nipples were pulled by Scott, adding more intensity to her climax.
Chrissie pinched down on Ethan’s tight nipples and bore up under the most intense sexual climax she had ever experienced.
* * * *
Chrissie fell off Ethan’s cock and limply to his side, sexually exhausted. Both of them were breathing heavy. He leaned over her, cradled her in his arms, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Oh my God, what was that?” she gasped through heavy breaths.
“A good morning fuck,” Ethan told her, spent as well.
When she scooted off Ethan’s lap, she had fallen into the waiting arms of Brad at her side. His erection probed her back. Scott stood before her, his manhood at eye level and only inches from her face. That’s when it dawned on her she still had some unfinished business.
Brad gave her a big bear hug from behind, his arms wrapping around her, finding her nipples in front and fondling them softly. “You okay, baby?” he asked her.
“Sorry, guys,” she told them. “I didn’t mean to forget about you.”
“We can stop if you want to,” Scott reassured her.
“No.” She smiled up at him. “You each get a turn. Who’s first?”
Brad was on his feet in a heartbeat, obviously eager, his erection painfully obvious as it bounced with each movement he made. “Just lay on your back, baby,” he told her, taking her by the ankles and repositioning her. “I’m going to do all the work for us.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she told him, in truth too tired to do much more herself, as she spread her legs for him. He took his cock in his hand and kneeled down between her outstretched legs. Positioning himself at her moist opening he let the head caress her lips a few strokes before he penetrated fully.
As promised he took control of their lovemaking. He caught hold of her by the knees, lifting them up high to shoulder level. This gave him easier and deeper access.
Her back was upright against the couch. Brad leaned in and gave her a kiss before he got started. He was every bit as big as his brother and she knew she was in for another good pounding. She reached out her hand to Ethan who held it tightly for her.
Brad began deliberately thrusting inside her. In this position it felt like he was probing even deeper than Ethan had. He was in no hurry. He started off savoring every minute his cock was inside her pussy, slowly pushing in, withdrawing, and then slowly moving back inside. When he was in her completely, she could feel his tightly scrunched balls hitting her bottom cheeks, and he ground his pelvis against hers, forcing every inch of himself inside her.
She saw Scott standing naked to her other side. He looked so sad with his so far unused erection standing proudly at full mast. His turn would come, but she wanted to make him feel good now. She reached out to him and found his cock. Stroking it a few times to milk the pre-cum from the tip and wet it with its own juices, she pulled him up to her mouth.
She opened her lips and guided Scott’s cock inside her mouth as Brad was just starting to pick the tempo up between her legs. After her first orgasm, she thought her muscles would be too sore and used to ever peak again, but Brad’s sure and deep strokes were fast making her reconsider what her own body was capable of feeling.
Scott’s erection tasted salty from the tiny rivers of pre-cum seeping from the tip. She sucked it down her throat as far as she could fit it before it made her gag. When she pulled him out to take a breath of air, a stream of saliva fell down her chin. After a few deep breaths, she was good and opened for him again.
Scott, no longer the shy, young guy, cupped his hands behind her head and held her mouth in place over his cock. He began to buck his hips. With each swipe past her tongue and down her throat, he sent himself deeper. She tried to tease the underside with her tongue because her boyfriends in the past had told her how much they liked that particular attention.
Brad kept up the pace between her legs. At first Chrissie thought she would just lay back and let him have his fun and enjoy the connection with this beautiful man. Surely after her love with Ethan, which was only a few minutes before, she was too tired to allow another orgasm. That proposition was changing with each thrust Brad made down her passage.
He was starting to move faster now, and harder. Each time he went balls deep he ground into her. She felt her heart rate start to accelerate again, and more sweat started pouring from her pores. She had to back off of Scott’s cock and let it fall from her mouth as gasps started to form in the back of her throat. She threw her head back into the pillows of the couch, her wide-open stare searching the ceiling tiles above. Her other hand that had been gripping Ethan’s all this time squeezed down tighter, letting him know what his brother was doing to her.
All of the symptoms were there. She was about to have her second mind-blowing orgasm in the space of twenty minutes. Gritting her teeth, she tried shutting her eyelids tight against the building pressure. Then she opened her eyes wide and gulped in her last breath of air. Her mind was going out again. She had gone her whole life without ever experiencing a ten, and now she’d had two.
Here it comes…hold it back just a little longer, make it feel better. Will it be painful? How can it be so intense? Will I be able to withstand this? Her
mind raced, no thought coherent or whole. Suddenly she experienced a second of gut-wrenching fear and dug her nails into Ethan’s palm, stretching her other arm across the sofa and grabbing hold of a pillow.
It was happening all at once, the flood washing over her, clearing away the fog of her mind. Then the sudden relief gratefully overflowed her being, one last gasp, or maybe it was a scream, and she was through to the other side. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly down over Brad’s invading cock, and she knew he could feel her orgasm just as it was ripping through her.
This caused him to pump and pound faster than ever. She lay back and caught her breath against the pillows, and in two minutes the now-familiar feel of hot liquid jetting up into her womb came as Brad gave a moan and ejaculated, arching his hips savagely into her a few more times to empty himself.
Collapsing on top of her, he covered her small body with his large one. Kissing down her neck, he buried his face into her shoulder. She held him lovingly in her arms and wrapped her legs around his back, darting kisses of her own across the top of his head, and wiping back his sweat-soaked hair from his brow.
When he spoke, his voice was choked and hoarse. “Thank you, Chrissie,” he whispered in her ear. “That was incredible.”
“No,” she cautioned him. “Don’t say thank you. That was mutual.”
They shared a long kiss on the lips before he pulled himself out of her body and off. Ethan had gotten up and walked back to the bathroom, making room for Brad to fall panting at her side, one of his big arms still enfolding her shoulder.
Chrissie looked up at Scott. He had the patience of a saint as he stood waiting to the side. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs holding them tightly against her body.
“Give me a sec to catch my breath?” she asked him.
“As long as you need.”
She reached out and stroked his cock, maintaining his erection for him as she tried to quiet her heart rate. She could feel Brad’s warm juices, or maybe it was Ethan’s trickling outside her lips between her legs.
When it seemed her blood pressure had finally gone back to near normal, she gave Scott a smile.
“Okay. Your turn. How do you want to do this?”
He just shrugged and fisted his cock. She gave a little chuckle. Guys never had any ideas when it came to sex. She kissed Brad’s chest and then shoved him away.
“Give us a little room, sweetheart,” she told him.
Brad got up and tiredly dragged himself over to the big easy chair, where he sat naked, his still-half-aroused cock dangling between his thighs as he watched his kid brother get fucked by a movie star. Chrissie smiled inwardly. She was really giving these guys a good show, but they deserved it all.
“I want it like this,” she informed Scott as she flopped over on her belly. The covers had bunched up uncomfortably against her ribs. “Wait,” she told him as she smoothed out the covers and got comfortable with her new position. “All right. I’m ready.”
He straddled her from behind. She felt his cock bounce along her buttocks and his hands pulling aside her cheeks. Getting comfortable, she placed a pillow under her chin and gently closed her eyes, waiting for yet another lover to take her to new places.
Scott carefully entered her, enfolding her with his body, positioning his elbows on either side of her face to hold himself above her. He used his hands to stroke her hair and massage her neck. Scott was just as well endowed as his brothers. She was so wet now from the previous lovemaking that she no longer needed to worry about lubrication. It was easy for him to slide in and out of her body at will. She moved her pussy up just a fraction of an inch to afford him deeper penetration into her.
“That feels nice,” she purred into her pillow.
And it did feel nice. He took it so slow she was able to start to move her rump back against his thrusts, and they met each other in the middle, his thrusting pelvis sinking into her swaying bottom. His face just inches above her, she heard him moan as she ground into him.
She used her arms to arch herself back into him. Each time she did so, his cockhead caressed her cervix, sending a shudder through her. Because she was so tired, she knew she was going to have to work for this one, but she did not want Scott to be the only man of the three she did not share orgasmic delights with.
He pivoted his hips into her. She gasped but was able to thrust back to meet him. He hesitated on the next downward spike. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, unsure.
“You’re okay.” Her voice had urgency in it as she pivoted her hips, taking his cock and twisting it in awkward directions. This time he let out a gasp. “Did I hurt you?” she teased him with a smile, looking over her shoulder into his eyes.
He laughed and went back to his steady pumping. She met him each time, arching back against him, her pussy sore but also on fire and greedily seeking more stimulation that only the muscle probing it could provide.
Each of his thrusts she found a counter to, and their lovemaking became like an erotic dance. He continued to rub her shoulders and flipped back her hair to expose the nape of her neck so he could plant wet kisses. When he found a spot she liked, she reached over her shoulder and held him down, forcing him to continue to pleasure her.
This time she had to really work at it. After minutes passed, she knew she was running out of time as his rhythm was getting faster, and each desperate stab up inside her became more forceful. His time had almost run out, and he was just pumping her on adrenaline. She brought her legs tightly together and strengthened her pussy’s grip on his cock. She forced her pussy muscles to contract around his head.
She reached back to him again and pulled his hair aggressively, not caring if she hurt him or not. “Baby, I’m starting again,” she told him through her panting.
Sweat broke out on her forehead once more and pooled above her eyebrows just like it did during the course of a long workout. Her heart rate sky rocketed, pumping blood desperately through her body, and most especially to the delicate folds tortured by his cock between her thighs.
She felt the need to grab hold of something again. This time it was almost an angry feeling. Her mind was whizzing into a blur, traveling at light speed. No thoughts could be sane now because nothing in her world made any sense. There were no cares, just the friction of his cock against her swollen lips as she thrust back into him.
He was ejaculating in her, long and hard, the volume of his climax seeming to be more than the other two. She hadn’t quite reached the edge yet, and he kept on hammering her with his cock. More jets erupted inside her. The liquid was thick and hot.
Then she was falling, her climaxing body rushing up to her in unstoppable muscle contractions that racked her from her neck muscles all the way to the muscles in her feet. She squirmed under him in unbearable ecstasy and hid her wet face in the folds of the pillow.
He fell on top of her, his weight forcing her farther down into the cushions of the couch, and it was all over.
* * * *
Ethan came back from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Brad got up from his chair and headed down the hall to take his own shower. Ethan went out to the kitchen and started fumbling around to start breakfast. Outside, the first rays of the sun were just starting to brighten the landscape.
Chrissie looked at the world through bleary eyes. She was cuddled in Scott’s arms. The two of them were still lying naked on the couch and sharing in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Every muscle in her body ached, and she wanted desperately to go back to sleep, but it was a good feeling. Resting her head against the unyielding muscles of Scott’s chest, she had never felt safer, better protected, or more loved in her life. This was one of those moments that she never wanted to end and knew she would remember her whole life no matter which direction it took her or how old she lived to be.
Everything had grown very quiet. The wind had even died outside and just moaned through the walls of the cabin occasionally to let her k
now there was still a storm out there. Out in the kitchen she heard the banging of pots and pans as Ethan prepared her breakfast. She and Scott, their naked bodies entwined on top of the couch, both smelled musky and like they had just had sex.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” she confided in Scott.
“I wasn’t either,” he said, and they both smiled at each other, too tired to laugh. “You okay with this?” he asked her.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I didn’t want to ask you before”—he gently stroked her shoulder as he spoke—“but you know I read a lot about you in the Hollywood tabloids…”
“Don’t believe anything you read in those rags,” she told him firmly. “It’s all made up.”
“I know, but it is a well-known fact you’ve been going out with Zach Gomez.”
“Was going out with him, past tense,” she corrected him. Her voice was lazy. She felt halfway on the doorstep to sleep and peaceful oblivion. She didn’t even care about the mention of Zach. He no longer supplied any emotional fuel. He had become a nothing to her over the course of the last two days.
“I never read that you two broke up.” He sounded suspicious.
“Because no one knows about it yet.” She kissed his chest. “Until you brought him up, I hadn’t even thought about him.”
“I’m sorry if I made you feel bad.” He went back to stroking her shoulder. “I just had to know because of the feeling I’ve got…I should say we all have for you.”
She had closed her eyes and was starting to fall asleep in his arms again. “That’s okay,” she whispered. “I don’t mind talking about him. He’s in the past. I think that’s what makes being famous a real bitch. Everybody knows your business. Nothing is private.” She laughed and took his nipple in her mouth, sucking playfully. “I should ask you about your old girlfriends, but you’re not famous, so I don’t even know what their names are to ask about them.”