by Ryan Ramsay
Mike’s face. Simon’s abs. Jerry’s cock. Mike. Simon. Jerry. Mike. Simon. Jerry. Mike. Simon. Jerry.
“Jerry…I’m cumming again!”
“Do it for me, baby. Cum around my fucking cock.”
The accent does it. I shut my eyes and twist my nails deep into his shoulders. My thighs clam up and my breasts swing hard to a stop.
All of me heats up and expires the heat all at once through my throat, my sweaty skin, my pubic hair, my fucking ass, the dripping sensation down my back and down my tail, my clenching pussy lips that tighten and milk the heavenly spear gliding through me, and down my entirety as the orgasm reaches my toes and back to my core.
I tighten and clench hard, feeling the meat tear up my insides, and the slap of his heavy balls across the rim of my asshole.
“Jesus, Jesse, I’m cumming!”
I grab hold of his lips, readying the saliva dripping down his hot mouth into my own mouth, tasting him, kissing him over and over, and letting his orgasm fill my own receding one.
He clenches his tight chest and moans my name down my throat as he spews rope after rope of juicy Jerry into me so hard I feel the warm web hit my hilt. And it triggers another heavy storm.
“Oh God, again!”
This one hits slower. I see it, like blue lightning in a darkened sky. I open my eyes for the climax, watching Mike moan and grab my tit as his own grabs his from the small of his tight ass, spews through him and onto my breast.
Simon’s is slow too, but the heat of the moment, seeing his friends let the wild horse go, gets him over the edge. He moves so close to me his sweating body slides against Jerry’s. His lips find mine and I imbibe in his kiss, letting go of Jerry’s shoulder and stroking Simon’s cock to his slow and deliberate wank. I feel the ejaculate rise from his tight balls and spew out through our entwined fingers.
“Jesse,” he whispers, with our conjoined spit forming a delicate thread between our lips, his orgasm clamming our fingers together, with my own receding into Jerry’s still hard cock.
Mike’s fingers play with my nipples, his cum already drying across my skin. All their eyes are on mine when the door swings open once more and Mia walks in. I look at her with a tilted neck, upside down. Even from this angle I can see she’s amused. She shakes her head and chuckles.
“This is usually charged extra. Go for it, boys and gal. It’s on the house.”
And just like that, she pushes a lever to the right of the door. The cabinet drawers and cutlery holder, the cups and plates and broken plastic dishes on the green moldy wall, all move to the inside, as though caving in.
The air whooshes around us fast and steady, and what is revealed is more than what I bargained for when I signed up for this.
Chapter 16
Mike
Mia’s haunted house is more than full of surprises. It’s enchanted.
She smiles like a caregiver does to a fully recovered patient walking towards the sunset. And in this case it applies. Jerry pulls out of her pussy slowly, allowing us all the pleasure of the sound of a faint pop.
Her beautiful curly hair sticks out like a sore thumb among us all, sticking to her sides in wet and sweaty waves. He grabs her thighs.
Instinctively Simon and I grab her torso and lift her up. We walk, naked, towards the open darkness, aware that what might be the final stage of the night being the last of it all.
A room appears. It glows. There are mirrors all around the rectangular box-like structure, all reflecting our hanging dicks.
At the heart of the room is a satin bed, roses flittered about its foot, with enough space for four. I step forward, holding Jesse’s weight in gold above my shoulder.
The room lights up. No. the mirrors light up. I now realize they are screens, fitted from start to finish. We four get onto the bed, careful with Jesse, till our asses, mine especially m lands on the cool soft plush of feathery delight.
Mia walks in behind us; a huge smile still perched upon her lips.
“What is this?” I ask.
She waves her arms up once.
“Reprieve. No one’s watching. I made the call, and as of now, for the next three hours till dawn, no camera will be monitored. This room has been especially designed to suit your aesthetic needs. Do you want to be in nature?”
She flicks a remote’s button in her hand, and in an instant we are surrounded by the sounds of woodland trees and falling water crests. Even the air around us feels cool and refreshing, with the hint of pine celebrating around my nostrils.
“Perhaps you would like the desert.”
Sand dunes as high and far-stretching as the eye can see appear on the screens. It is so lifelike that I can almost feel the sand out of reach. I turn to the guys; they are just as expressionless. She throws the remote to the bed, where I reach out and grab it.
“Dealer’s choice, lady and gentlemen. I leave the controls to you. You decide if you want the sounds of an orgy behind you, or the plateaus of the Viking sunset. When dawn arrives, everything will automatically stop, and you may leave the premises. A limo will wait outside to escort Miss Becket to her home. After that it will take you to a private airstrip, from where you will be taken home.”
She pauses, taking us in. I see her eye linger on my cock, a thin salacious smile curving at the corner of her lips.
“Till we meet again.”
And as she strides out of the room, the wall behind her closes, leaving us in the world’s most expensive play room.
“What will it be, Mike?” asks Jesse.
The luster of dried cum on her breast is priceless. I fiddle with the controls, watching on the screen all possibilities. I stop on one in particular. Simon laughs.
“Why not?” he sighs. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like fucking on the moon.”
***
The silent rapture echoes through the center, where our hips join in melodious fashion. I twist my toes and make a grab of Jesse’s ass, squeezing every ounce of it as she rides me.
The ends of her thighs dig deep into my sides, her cunt milking me dry. Her nails scratch and dig into me, her hair gently swaying to the blackness of space, her smile and gentle moans exploding to the collapsing stars around us.
Jesse’s body crashes into mine, and I hold on, watching as Jerry and Simon caress and suck on her nipple each, biting, letting go; blowing.
I watch as her body arches back, and her grip on my cock tightens. The tension in my balls rises hard and fast, and I feel it rise.
I did not win her, despite trying hard. She is Jerry’s prize, and I’m gonna milk the fuck out of it.
I grab her streamlined waist and pump into her.
“Mike!” she moans.
“Good girl. Good. Take my cock.”
“Ah!”
I thrust harder using my ass as pump. The tongues on her nipples clamp harder as I squeeze her neck.
Jesse’s eyes close shut in pleasure and pain, a trinket I offer her in homage.
And finally, the velvety grasp around me lets up, and lets out a stream of hot juicy clear liquid.
My world is blown away as the first pussy I have ever had throttles hard around my cock, and I along with it.
And then, he swaps his tongue with his open palm, slapping her hard across the nipple he was just sucking.
She screams mid-orgasm.
“Why! I am so close!”
“Not just yet,” says Simon. “Let’s do this right.”
Chapter 17
Simon
Before Jesse can protest any further, I lash my tongue into her mouth, quelling any complaint she will give. I know what I’m doing.
Her cunt is firmly hooked in Mike, and that’s okay. I want this to feel different. I want her to feel what it is to be officially owned.
“I want five minutes with you: alone.”
“But—m”
“None of that. I got us all here in the first place, don’t you forget it. I want to make love to you Jesse.”
Her breasts fire alive at the word, and at the touch of my fingertips under her arms.
“Yes, baby. So get off of that slab of cock first. Jerry, stop sucking her.” He glares at me.
“Five minutes,” I mouth.
“Simon I—m”
“Hush little one,” I say, clambering atop her, swinging my legs just right as Mike’s cock slides out, and replace it just as easy.
She gasps at the intrusion, the deeper intrusion. I feel his pre-cum oozing round my cock, streaming round the juices flowing from Jesse and down my cock.
The stars around us get closer to a flaming sun, and the quiet sounds of deep vacuum space seal us in temporary lock. The fabrics that sheathed Jesse when we started going at it for her are practically off, or down and around one of our necks.
The solid flecks of her angst as she stares into my eyes longingly with each powerful thrust stem a throng of wants from me.
“You are beautiful, Jesse.”
“Thank you, Simon. I love the—ah!—complement.”
“You’re wetter than I expected.”
“Two men did just cum inside—me—ah!”
“Make it three.”
I gladly push my pelvis into hers, thrusting enough energy around us into her softening cunt. Her legs straddle my waist so lovingly, her feet cold, and her fingers clasped behind my neck.
I press and crash onto her chest—still sticky with Mike’s cum—and glide over and over her grinding mechanically like an animal crazed for perfection. Our small talk dishevels into small grunts and bites into each other’s tongues.
The lavish spend of energy into her takes me into a whirlwind of ecstasy, with my balls picking up the pace where her clitoris stops. I see and wait for the opportunity, sparking interest from her body to reclaim what was once stolen from her: her orgasm. I feel her budding.
I feel her stemming from the bottom up, her throat quaking under the touch of my scraggly chin. Jesse tightens, the electric stands of euphoria rising once again. She completes me.
Jesse completes me, and I just realize this now, with her center grinding into mine determined. I have had my fair share of pussy, but this: this is nothing like I have known before.
Her copper skin glistens with the same luster as her eyes. The desperation in the sweaty glow of her hair matches that which leaves her soft pulsed breath. Our souls connect. The dotted lines that make the outline of her iris is so similar to the shooting stars floating around us.
I see them widen.
I feel her tighten.
I watch her lips pout and open wide, her wet, slippery tongue gliding in and out above her teeth, wetting them, hoping to wet my own. I inch closer, kissing but not kissing, placing tongue on tongue to taste the forbidden fruit of a new love, a new ecstasy.
We kiss, and our bodies claim heaven at the same time. I watch her eyes, still open, as orgasm sweeps our auras into the next dimension, and our bodies grind to a fucking halt in communal expulsion.
“Jesse,” I call to her in clammy delight.
She smiles under me, heaving, breathing the faded sharp wisps of ebbing delight. Her finger finds my lips, ultimately shushing me. I linger inside her, dreading leaving, never wanting to.
The way she looks at me; the way she sees me, not my bank, not my status, but the way she sees me. A sharp and tiny glint of light passes above us: a magenta rock colliding into the sun.
Jesse is exactly what I need. And what does a man do to his possessions that satisfy him? He shares it.
“I wanna fuck you in the ass.”
“What?” she exhales.
Of course it would catch anyone off guard.
“I want to fuck you in the ass, Jesse. Give me your anal virginity. Let me be your first there.”
She laughs.
I suddenly realize the rest are behind us, and I turn to them.
Mike jerks off softly to his already cum-filled palms. Jerry’s biting his lip, stroking his cock, watching.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I ask, unsure if she understands what she’s getting herself into.
“Fuck my ass Simon. Let’s see how far this rabbit hole can go.”
Chapter 18
Jesse
Three sets of lips mix and meddle in mine as I kneel upon this red and rosy bed. My eyes are closed, only the sense of touch awake. Hands fly all over me, from the nape of my neck to the cleft of my navel.
Each tongue tastes like me; my essence, my cunt juice. All around me are twinkling lights on screens, a quiet muse of non-sound and stiff cocks prickling me at my sides. My quiet and reserved nature tonight has been a no-show, and with each cock dripping at its tip, waiting for me to usher them into me, I shudder with excitement, feeling each that I can with open skin and palm.
No words are exchanged as I settle on Mike’s chest, his hunk of a bod gliding over mine. He smiles seductively at me, pulling at my hair and putting it in his mouth, over his tongue, reveling in the smell. I bite my lower lip and smoothly glide my open cunt over his pubic hair, grinding and getting slightly off on the friction.
Jerry comes before me, placing his cock and balls at the tip of my nose. I tease him with a slow and riveting grip of his tip with my tongue, playing around it and making small bite sounds to his pleasure.
Simon takes center stage behind me, lining his already wet cock at the tip of my ass. He dips into my pussy, just enough to make my thighs dripping. All lubed up, he grabs at my hips. I take this as an invite. With gentle caution thrown to the wind, I take Jerry all in, fumbling my lips all round his cock from tip, down his shaft, to the hilt.
“There we go, Jesse,” he says, guiding me by the pull of my hair and head. “Try breathing with your mouth. It goes in deeper, easier. There you—ah—yes, just like that baby girl.”
With his instructions followed, Mike quietly pushes himself into my pussy. I moan in grounded pleasure at the intrusion.
“Just like that, Jesse. Slide down my shaft like the good little girl you are.”
Little girl: that makes my descent sharp and swift, the whole warmth and flow of yearning evermore with the constant dirty looks and dirty talk.
I grab onto Jerry’s strong muscular thighs with both hands and suck on his cock, praying for all sense of concentration not to leave me, not especially when Mike’s teeth gnash and blow on my already perky nipples. He plays with my areolas, snapping at them while licking and pulling at them with his teeth. The constant rush of blood in and out of that system creep an orgasm from deep within, an orgasm I do not want. Not yet anyway.
“We’re going to make you feel like a woman, Jesse,” Simon assures her from behind me, whose actions I cannot see from here.
The screens before us turn into the full view of the earth’s oceans from the moon’s point of view.
“When I get in, push yourself into me, alright?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan down Jerry’s cock.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and grinds my face into him. His cock is deeper now, hitting the back of my throat and then some. I see he loves it when I moan. I try again, and he jerks his hips upwards, hitting my throat muscles, tightening and pulsing. His balls tighten around the base of my lips, and I stop, and then selfishly pull him out.
“Why’d you stop?” he asks resignedly.
I lick the powerful pre-cum dripping down my chin and try my best.
“Not…yet…love.”
Mike’s pounding gets me feeling like rocks tumbling down the mountain side. I shut my eyes by default, rubbing his almost soft pubis with my own slightly rough one. His teeth bite hard on my nipples, and then release. His game will cost me the orgasm of my life.
“Simon…Simon please…fuck me…”
“Carefully love,” he finally says. And then, it happens.
He pushes the head of his cock in, right past the bud. His thumbs hold my ass cheeks wide allowing maximum insertion. I follow as he asked of me, and I push my body back. I feel anew, something fresh
and excitable about to explore a part of me. Mike pulls out of me at the same time, and by fucking God is it fantastic!
“Oh!”
Simon just slid past the ring in me and went right through.
“Oh the pain! The pleasure!”
It’s nothing I have ever felt before. It is a rewarding as the first kiss, but with more bases and layers. Like a French kiss to the asshole, dithering deeper with every…every ounce of flesh...I…wow. I feel whole.
“God Jesse, you’re super tight. I like that.”
“She’s gonna love this better,” says Mike quickly.
“What am—ahhhhh!”
He thrusts hard into my cunt. I …I feel them both, separated by the thin membrane. I can hardly contain myself when they both start humping, one in, while the other out.
The motion is staggering; in then out, in then out, in a seesaw formation. I teeter on the edge of sanity, taking both cocks in one at a time, while Jerry’s plays at the helms of my mouth with his own stifling member.
I put it back into my mouth and grab onto his hops for my own life, afraid, excited, fucking orgasmic, happy, sated, heated, filled with angst, sedated, empowered, and above all else, the only object in the room shining brightest in these men’s lives.
“I’m gonna cum, Jesse,” warns Jerry, his balls slapping my chin harder and his grip on my head getting tighter, almost painful.
I moan one last time for him, clenching my ass muscles and pussy walls around both cocks.
“Oh, fucking hell, I’m cumming, Oh Jesse I’m cumming!” yells Mike with his eyes closed.
I moan and slide up and down, back and forth, trying to find the best rhythm for them all. Simon, seeing this, smacks the handles of my ass and wistfully slows down to a vibrating thrust.
“Me too!” he says.
Jerry’s spurt down my throat kicks off the dominos. My body shakes as I move down then up, trying feverishly to contain myself, but I cannot. His cum down my throat triggers my umpteenth orgasm.