THE COUNTDOWN

I gasp, the walls of my pussy clamp around the thickness spreading my channel wide. The last inch my lover was keeping from me sinks in and I’m gripping the sheets with both hands.

His gravelly voice sends a thrill racing through me. Hidden behind my mask, I feel emboldened and I’m not one to waste an opportunity often.

I lick my lips and raise my lashes until my eyes are level with his.

“Why don’t we find out just how much I can take?”

He gives an appreciative growl as if he’s taken my words as a personal challenge. His friends hold me while my lover slams into my body filling the rooms with the sounds of him taking me hard and fast in tune with the thudding music hammering through the place.

I cry out wildly, “Ye...yes.” I breathlessly cling to strong arms. The one to my right chuckles.

“I think Queen Frost here likes the way you fuck her.” And he’s right.

My body takes him in, stretching wide over the veined, smooth steel so perfectly. Fingers dive into my hair and turn me so another can claim my mouth.

But it’s not a kiss waiting for me. The head of a cock dripping pre-cum is at my lips. I open and greedily suck, tasting the hot liquid on the back of my tongue.

I’ve instantly swept away from any semblance of reality. I drag my eyes up a chest made of stone with a light dusting of hair to find a man in a dark purple mask staring down at me while he feeds me his cock.

Forbidden as it may be, I like it. They take control seamlessly and I give it to them willingly.

“Suck him good, baby, because when you finish with him, I’m next. Yes, just like that. Slide every inch of him in and swallow when you feel the tip hit the back of your throat,” Dark Eyes instructs in a rough murmur.

He holds my head up gently while I suck his friend off and they both seem to like it. The one between my legs pulls out, fisting his engorged cock, running the soaked tip up and down my dripping slit.

He dips lower, teasing the untouched ring of muscles back there.

“Have you ever taken a man back there, baby?” Dark Eyes asks for his friend. Heat flames across my cheeks and I turn my head.

“No.” I didn’t realize I tensed until hands stroked over my thighs and up my body.

“Easy, sweetheart. We only mean to give you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt before. We’ll wait.” And they are.

This feels dirty, and wrong on so many levels. Stupid even. Yet, a bad idea like this couldn't possibly feel this toe-curling perfect, right? It’s almost too much.

The one to my left rolls my clit as his friend pumps into me, drawing my climax to the surface.

“That’s it,” the broody one whispers.

“Watch how easy he glides through all that sticky wetness. You want to come, don’t you? Is her pussy getting tighter, man?”

I can tell he’s eager for a chance to claim my body, too, but he’s patient, seeing to my pleasure while his friends push me closer to the ledge I’m already toeing.

I swallow, my eyes dropping to where our bodies join together.

“Fuck yes,” Whiskey Eyes answers. Another thrust and I’m falling over.

Bombs detonate and I’m left breathless as my climax consumes me. My walls clamp around my lover, his fierce eyes holding mine.

“So tempting just to feed your pussy all the milk it can take,” he murmurs then pulls out and crawls up the bed while his friend replaces him between my legs.

I can feel my girl-cum dripping down my ass to wet the bed and when I spread wider to fit the next man, I know he sees just how swollen my pussy lips are from his friend pleasuring me.

It only seems to turn him on more. His hands pin my hips to the bed and I’m trapped again. Heat ignites inside me and a forbidden thrill shoots my heart rate sky high.

“Look at all this delicious cream,” he groans, cock poised at my entrance.

“So messy and ready for another pounding.” Above me, Whiskey Eyes strokes himself, and I’m mesmerized by how beautiful the view is from down here.

“Open your mouth, baby, lift her head. Just like that.” His eyes lock on mine.

Moaning and panting wildly, I take him to the hilt and taste myself coating every inch of his cock. I remember the last instructions and swallow when I feel the head hit the back of my throat.

“That’s it. Get ready to take my milk down your pretty throat.” I reach for the other beside me, wrap my fingers around him, and stroke.

Both roar, pumping eagerly. Dark Eyes fists his hand over mine. Together we work him from base to tip, the tinkling sound of my charm bracelet like bells joining the sound of our heavy panting.

Soft light coming from somewhere illuminates all three in a warm glow and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud of light.

Jesus, I don’t know what’s happening to me. Why do I feel so desperate to have them inside me? All three claim every inch of my body but I need this.

Yesterday I was a nobody. For at least tonight I’m the woman these three want to share. Whiskey Eyes throws his head back and spills his hot cum over my tongue.

Over and over again, he pumps my mouth until he feeds every last drop to me.

Beside me, Dark Eyes holds my hair away from my face, catching every little drop that escapes and feeding it back to me with a finger.

Between my legs, I feel my other lover’s cock swell inside me and I know he’s close to hitting his end. We all are.

“Five!” Downstairs I hear the countdown begin.

“Four!” My body goes electric and I feel their eyes lock on me. The second I fall into my climax they are all right there with me and we tumble together.

“Watch us come on you.” “

Three!”

“Two!” My lover pumps faster before pulling out and fisting his swollen flesh. Stroking himself, he falls on me and licks me until I’m seeing stars.

“ONE!” He pushes to his knees, my cum dripping from his chin and I look on through half-closed eyes as both men masturbate their big cocks, coating my breasts and belly with their hot splashes of seed.

Whiskey Eyes strokes a thick finger over my throbbing clit and takes me on another ride. I clutch the sheets, thrashing from all the glorious torture.

I scream through another bursting release relishing the feel of so many hands and tongues stroking, fucking, and licking me until I don’t know up from down.

Explosions of unbearable pleasure rock me to the core and an uncontrollable hunger for more with them slams into me.

Hell yes, I want more, but reality starts punching through the dreamy fantasy bubble. Come morning I have to return to my regular life.

But I don’t want to leave them and honestly, I don’t think I can. Shuddering and gasping, I cling to them. Hot bodies pin me to the bed.

“Christ, woman,” Whiskey Eyes murmurs as he slathers their mixed seed into my flesh.

Another pulls my too skimpy top down, giving my nipples a hard tug through the material which only makes me horny all over again, damn it. I arch into his hands and welcome more of their touch.

“When you get home, go straight to bed, and don’t you dare wash us off of you. Not until morning. And when you do I want you to think of us. When you wash this pretty pussy, feel how tender you are, think of us.” My name sits on the tip of my tongue and honestly, I’m so close to telling them who I am.

But a false sense of rightness keeps my lips sealed and my mask firmly over three-fourths of my face.

You see I have a secret. Two actually. First, I’m the daughter of the Dean of Westmoore University though I’ve worked hard on keeping the fact under lock and keep.

It helps he refuses to claim me as his kid. And second and dirtiest of all my three professors just fucked me into a new year with all their students downstairs.