by Ryan Ramsay
Watching, even though it always gives my blood a steeled sense of rush, has never felt like this, though. I fucking love watching Christy get fucked.
I stroke my dripping cock to the erotic sight of Damien pounding Christy’s tight, wet, pussy. The way her body shudders with each touch of Damien’s fingers is inviting, more than the way he groans in sweaty ecstasy to the tightening of her cunt.
“Boys, why don’t you join in?” says Damien.
“Really?” asks Logan.
“I wouldn’t want such an opportunity to pass by, or should I call it a challenge,” adds Damien, with a devilish wink towards me.
Now that’s how to get me going.
I kneel where her hands grab the earth and grass. My cock, still wet, slaps her on the cheek. Christy is all kinds of beautiful, especially from this vantage point. Her body is still impaled on Damien like a dutiful dog, and her lips sadistically trail up my shaft. Her eyes are on mine the entire time.
“You miss my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” I brutally ask, with my clenched fist gripping her hair.
She moans and winces.
“Yes, Ron. I do.”
“A dirty whore you are, talking like this. You’ve got the biggest cock inside you already and still you want more. You do want more, don’t you?”
“Yes, master.”
“Master, huh?” asks Damien.
His hands grab her ass and he forcefully thrusts – balls deep. Christy screams into the side of my thighs in howling pleasure as Damien falls to guttural moaning. He fucks her slow and hard, with each stroke making her face slap into me. Christy breathes shallow, with her tongue out, and her eyes watery.
“Yes, master. You’re all my masters. All three of you,” she incoherently tries to say.
I grab her face and lean into her. She tastes of lust as I place my tongue on her thin kissable lips, and lick the drool away. Her glassy eyes are directed at me, then my chest, and even lower. I can tell she knows what she wants, and the cost it will incur.
“Then it’s time for you to deal with this master. Damien, may I have your pet?”
Damien’s eyes look grateful to high heaven being ball deep in pussy, and yet he turns his head down to smirk and nod. Gently he pulls out of her.
Christy grabs my thighs and moans as inch by inch Damien pulls out. With a final plop, his cock leaves a heaving pussy, wet and alone. Damien smacks her right ass cheek hard before rising and finally, granting me officially his winnings.
“Come to me, Christy.”
She slowly rises; knees reddened, breasts swinging and poking through the chilly air, face supple and curious. I hold her quiet face in the palm of my hands and let her rest in them. We stare at each other for a full three seconds. And then, I kiss her.
Christy simply allows herself to fall into my mouth as we gently play with our tongues together. Her skin ripples under my touch where my fingers caress and tease. I started with her neck and carefully choose to make the lines under her breasts and knees home. She shivers in my inner warmth as I hold her lovingly, as a shore-craving sailor to his annual home island conquest, and make her skin crawl in cascading torrents of yearning. She tastes like salt and me, and I love the ‘me’ part.
Before her hands dig deeper into my scalp, I let her lips go.
Confused and dazed, she looks at me, as if asking for the reason we stopped kissing. Gladly, I show her one.
I grab her head by the sides and tilt it upward, revealing a throbbing neck and pulsing chest. Her arms flail about in rigid surprise before she grabs onto my arms for support.
“Ah, ah. You don’t get to touch me again, little minx.”
“Yes, master.”
“Do you understand you are mine alone to please, my own toy to break and re-mould?”
“I do, master.”
“Good. Then let me give you a demonstration.”
I choose this part carefully as I do not want her to speak till I am done. It starts with a bite on her neck. Not the gentle one. A full-on blood-lusting bite.
All my creatures of pleasure need to be branded, after all. She screams hard, then goes limp, but she is sighing in pleasure so I know she’s okay. I let her fall to the side a bit, all the while holding her close, till she lands on her feet and hands.
By now I know she is sore. And yet she still breathes and whispers my name into the grass.
She is marked now. Marked and ready for what comes next. And she clearly wants and needs it just as much as I do.
Fuck. I just said I need her. I never need anyone. But it does feel as if I need Christy.
I move her body forcefully to the ground and parse her thighs. Her cunt throbs close to my cock, and in some way, I feel them call out to each other.
“Do you like what you see, friends?”
Damien and Logan look at my conquest with a hunger on their lips; a thinly veiled crave for what I have in my hands. They both stroke their cocks as I twist and move her hair like wind to a sail. I receive hearty nods from the two.
“My minx, do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes, master,” she pleads.
“Do you want your pussy filled with my cock, and cum, while my friends watch?”
“Yes, please. I need you, Ron. I need it.”
“Beg for it.”
She leans back, pressing her now-drying clit onto my neatly shaven strip. I feel her moan as her flesh rubs on mine.
The head of my cock wakens. I take it up and play with the pink folds, opening them wider apart. She is heating up. I want to feel it. I want to fill her up and savor the cream that has proven sweet and forbidden. And I know she wants it too.
“You can have it, Christy. Good girl.”
Chapter Thirteen
Logan
It slides in seamlessly like a tooth through flesh.
I watch. He fucks. She grunts. Damien smirks and plays with his cock just as I have for the past God knows how many minutes. Why am I always the last to get what I deserve?
Not only at the office, but in our friendship, do I sometimes feel left out. I always feel like the runt, the one who gets the sloppy thirds, or even lasts. Damien was the first to fuck her pussy. Logan was the first to dominate and break Christy.
What do I have to show for it – the first to have kissed her?
Yeah. That counts for something. I am Christy’s first kiss. I shouldn’t feel like a loss on the end of a balance sheet statement. That does count for something.
I walk up to the trio and make my stand.
Smack!
Ron relentlessly smacks the living crap out of Christy’s ass as he fucks her hot red pussy. She loves it though, as she screams out for more, more, more.
Damien rubs her shoulder as he slowly rubs his own dick, too. I kneel at her face and hold it in my hands gently. And then, she looks up to me. I swear I can see a faint hint of glee.
Christy balances herself on threes and uses her free hand to caress me up my thigh. I use the chance to softly kiss her sweaty forehead and graze my callous fingers across her swinging chest. She sighs. I smile.
There is, after all, a connection with our little minx. And with enough spit on her already thickening lips, she guides my hanging cock onto her tongue, and down her already fucking hot mouth.
“Fuck!” I grunt.
She skillfully takes me in all the way to my unshaven balls. The motions from Ron’s end make her throat feel like pussy on steroids. And the best part about it is how she twists her tongue up and down my shaft in swift and deliberate motions.
I hold onto her head for support as my knees strain under the pressure. I can feel her tighten her throat as she gags on my cock. I can feel her moan as Ron fucks her tight pussy, and I can feel my desire for her as it rides up all the way up my spine.
“Good girl, are you ready to receive your gift?” asks Ron.
“Mmm-hmm mmmm,” she moans out loud through me.
In a few seconds, Ron’s body changes. His chest c
lenches. His abs tighten. His face scrunches up as his head tilts to the heavens. His body moves faster and then stops.
His nails dig deep into Christy’s already red hot ass. She clams her mouth around my cock and sucks me off… oh, God. As Ron creampies her deep and hard, Christy croaks out an explosive orgasm, and I hold on for my dear fucking life as she sucks the living soul out of my cock.
I close my eyes and revel in this moment. And when I pop them open once more, I trail them down to the tongue that’s still sucking me off. Christy’s eyes lovingly watch me as I coil.
Her tongue and hand work in twisting motions. My balls clench and tighten. I close my eyes once more and give thanks.
“Fucking hell, I’m cumming!”
My orgasm punches through me and down her throat like a rocket. She moans through my skin and takes it all in. I can tell: her mouth latches on even after I stop dripping and start flinching all over.
I open my eyes to look around me. Ron is sprawled on the ground playing with Christy’s pussy. Christy is flat on her belly with her legs wide open, and her hand busy on both Damien’s and Ron’s glistening dicks. Her lips drip with drool and a patch of cum, and looking closer, I can see that they curve into one heck of a satisfied smile.
My body feels reborn. I see around my strong frame an opportunity to feel like a man once more. And the spark comes to my mind; an idea, the monumental light bulb in the sea of darkness. I almost guffaw in my own brilliance, knowing how precious their reactions will be.
“I’m going to take Christy’s virginity, and you’re all going to watch.”
“I already did that, you dork,” says Damien.
“He already did,” croaks Christy. “I can still feel him,” she adds with a cheeky smile.
“You misunderstand me,” I victoriously bellow. “I’m not fucking Christy’s pussy. I’m taking her ass. And you’re all going to watch how it’s done.”
Chapter Fourteen
Christy
This all feels like an out of body experience.
It all started with a day in church. Early morning. Chirpy birds. Quiet humming from Grandma downstairs as she made some breakfast. The lull of the showerhead as Amy cranked it to her preferred water pressure.
Little clicks here and there on the sidewalk as the new neighbors walked to the other church on the far side of town. The itchy feel of my dress at the back of my neck.
Silence and loneliness at the church. A boring sermon. Hefty swings of imagination. Mia. And now everything I have ever dreamt of in a man has been handed over to me on a golden platter.
But wait, there’s more… my ass. My ass is the ‘more’ in the tale. And I want to give it up so badly it scares me.
I never thought there were realms of pleasure that felt this good. My knees are chaffed. My skin is moist and slippery. My thighs feel like a warm hotdog’s creamy insides.
And to top it all off, I have the taste of semen slowly filling my belly from the most beautiful men I have ever seen. And all of them want to share me.
I feel used. In a good way. And I’m wondering how it could be meant in a bad way, actually. I have no idea why that has ever been thought of as a bad thing. But I didn’t think this way until I felt the cocks of two men defile my orifices, well, not all my orifices. Not yet.
“So, you two get to have Christy’s dual virginity and I get nothing?” asks Logan.
I turn my head to him and weakly smile.
“Calm down, master. There’s plenty of me to go around.”
This seems to relax his otherwise broadened shoulders a bit. Logan grabs my breasts and squeezes my nipples. Mmhmm.
Ron walks over to me and slaps Damien on the back. Damien, who has cum all over his hand and thick wrist from jerking off. The damn sexy man has had a field day today. One can tell.
“Wet that sweet rose for me, friend,” commands Logan.
Ron dips what I feel to be—
“Ungh! Thank you, master,” I shudder.
Three fingers. Deep.
They come out of me dripping, and on my knees, I feel Ron smothering and lubing up my asshole. All three men hover above me in sickly silence, watching what I presume to be my puckered asshole. Then, I feel two of them give way to one: Logan.
“Relax, little one.”
Mild. Casual. Commanding. I love him.
Damien comes to my mouth and thrusts his tongue down my throat, which leaves Ron to play around with my pussy. I feel fingers and tongue thrust around. I try to control my breathing. Logan places his tip on my asshole, and I wait.
Gently, I am opened to a world unknown. It… it fucking hurts to be opened like this… like my pussy has been unfolded. Damien’s tongue holds onto me and I grab onto his thighs for life.
Logan intensifies his tongue and fingers thrusting in my pussy… and… and Logan… oh, God. Logan… he slides his thick meat… Oh, God. Is this what it feels li…like! Oh! Oh, God. Fuck, he’s deep… oh my—
“Fucking yes! Yes, master!” I cry out.
Damien smirks as he wipes the blood off his lip. I bit him. I turn to apologize but he places a finger on his lips and calls on me to be quiet.
“Thank you,” I mouth to him.
He moves under me and sucks on my nipples, twisting his tongue around my fucking areolas. My ass. My goddamn ass. God, this feels good. And yet, I see Damien’s hands busy with—
“Master!” I scream.
He puts his cock inside my poussy and thrusts hard. I close my eyes to make sense of cocks thinning my back and front holes. I cannot process it. I want to… fuck this feels amazing… I want to scream off the mountain, high above, so that Mia and Stephanie can hear how good this feels, so that they can imagine how great having two cocks in me feels, so that they…
Salty and hard, the third one slides in. Into my mouth.
I don’t know who’s slapping me.
I don’t want to know whose hands are clawing into my back.
I don’t care to see who is grabbing my cheeks and thrusting into my throat.
I know Ron wants me.
I know Damien craves me.
I know Logan is deep inside my virgin ass, ready to pop.
And I know I am close.
Close to finishing.
Close to blacking out.
All the orgasms a girl my age is supposed to have in a day have a limit, and I know this is the last one. It has to count. God, I feel it coming. I tighten my mouth and twist around the cock slipping through my throat.
I cannot gag now. I cannot afford to. My cunt. My clit. My nipples, all in the hands of one man. My skin, my ass and my hair in the hands of another. My innermost parts defiled by the other.
My insides howl in deep ecstasy. My mind is far from fucked. And all it takes is to cum together. All it takes is tightening all of me, clenching myself to the spunk and the love and the depth that these three gifted me from the moment we met.
I clench all of me. And I moan my name.
My little body cramps in crippling orgasm that hits in tidal waves. My mind and body swoon with the prospect of their bodies getting stiff as Damien, Logan and Ron jam deep into me at the same time.
I feel all three cocks pulsing. I feel all their balls slapping at me, stopping and spewing ropes of cum deep inside me. All their hormones, all their sweet salty sweet cum drips and fills me up from the bottom up.
I swallow, and I raise my hips to drain their balls empty. One by one they all get off and out of me and fall to the ground. I fall on top of them. Three pairs of hands reach out and hold me, pulling me close, pulling me home. I close my eyes and finally find a semblance of tranquility.
I wake up to the sounds of rustling around me. Opening my weak eyes, I see nothing but me on a warm bed, a cackling fire, a red room full of old paintings, and the three men all adorned in deeply seated well-tailored black, grey, and red suits.
They stand by the fire in their own classy positions, mumbling to one another. I move, but my bones feel w
eak. And sore. And tired. Logan looks back at me, and he smiles.
“Christy, you’re awake. Finally.”
“Where am I?” I ask.
“We’re still at the mansion,” says Ron. “Are you okay? You really took a lot out of us.”
“We can only imagine what that experience did for you,” chimes Damien.