Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“You wanted to know how it was going to work?” Carson asked.
Without pulling out, he flipped my legs over so I could roll onto my knees and bend over the armrest of the couch. In this new position, I locked eyes with Ian, sitting on his chair in the dining room.
Carson blanketed himself over me so that his mouth was at my ear. “Look at him watching you. Look how badly he wants to fuck you.”
Ian watched me with a lust-filled expression, and in that instant I got it. Carson wanted to loosen me up so that I could see the possibilities. His deep sexual style mixed with Ian’s wild one seemed too good to be true. No woman had a man who was a master of all styles of sex, but if she had a few men who were each the master of a specific type, she was golden. That’s where I’d found myself.
“Come here,” I beckoned to Ian.
His eyes widened. “Really?”
Carson was sliding his massive length in and out of me from behind and it was hard to focus, but I imagined Ian’s long cock in my mind, and it helped me maintain resolve. “Really,” I said.
Ian stood up from his chair and walked over until his crotch was directly in front of me. He pulled his sweatpants down and off of his body, revealing his already rock hard dick. I grabbed it with one hand and guided it to my mouth, spit-roasting myself on he and Carson’s impressive members. My eyes started to water and brain started to go fuzzy. It was a realm of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. I was experiencing orgasm after orgasm as I pleased the two men. I even caught a glance of Ryland with his dick in his hand, pulling at it with his mouth slightly agape.
“You’re taking those dicks so nicely, kitten,” Ryland grumbled.
Carson was grunting as he pounded me. “Yeah she is.”
Ian tilted my head to look up at him. “You like being fucked by two dicks?” I nodded my head as best I could with Ian shoved down my throat. “One in your mouth, one in your pussy?” I nodded again. “We’re gonna come all over you, is that what you want?” My eyes were watering, but I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I nodded some more and Ian smiled, rubbing a hand over my cheek. “Eto moya khoroshaya devushka.”
Eventually, I could hear their collective breaths begin to hasten, and their movements become more labored. I shuddered out a final orgasm of my own, as Ian pushed himself clear down my throat, and a moment later, I had a warm, salty taste in my mouth. Carson groaned, not managing to get out in time, and I could feel his come filling me up and threatening to overflow. Ryland came all over his hand, a greater amount than he had when we were together for the first time. Even uninvolved, he was more aroused.
I had three men, who all wanted me, and were willing to share me with one another to get it, and that meant that a world of pleasure the likes of which I never knew awaited me. As we each sat, attempting to recover, I let my mind wander to what fate had in store for us next.
Ian
A few weeks had passed since Carson, Ryland and I entered into something of a polyamorous relationship with Sascha. We’d experimented with different places to meet up for group sex, but it was my lake house that seemed to be the big winner. I had tons of space, and I wasn’t emotionally attached to anything in the place, most of it was leftover from when my parents turned the space over to me, so if we broke or stained anything, I would just replace it. I did start to find myself arranging the house in a way that worked for us when we were there. More comfortable rugs for when Sascha was on her knees or one of us was bareass on the floor, and couches and chairs that lent themselves well to servicing our new lover from all angles. Most of my choices went over well, apart from the leather couch Carson made me return because he was typically on the bottom and the leather stuck to his ass.
It never got boring. As much as sharing Sascha scared me at first, group sex with her was like getting to star in the best pornos I’d ever watched, and still enjoy all of the people involved the next day. She was a woman who wasn’t afraid to ask for exactly what she wanted, and as we got more comfortable with each other, she clearly identified which orientations of lovers worked best for her. Sometimes she wanted me fucking her, with my more dominating style, while Carson and Ryland pleasured her with their softer more attentive foreplay styles. Other times, she liked to alternate between Ryland and I in her mouth, while Carson fucked her from behind. It was even better for us because our sessions were long, and we were all experiencing multiple orgasms. If one of us needed to tap out, we could, and still enjoy the view while we charged up for another round. We had to be careful or we would go for hours and hours without stopping.