I cried out at the pain, but the stroking ministrations of his hands soon had my body even hotter for his hard, pumping length. He worked in and out of me for several minutes, drawing me to the edge of satisfaction before he withdrew and dragged me back into the bedroom.
Having heard our moans and gasps, Mike was awake and aroused, his ham-sized fist stroking the thick length of his cock. My heart hammered against my ribs at my first sight of the man. Estimations of his size hadn’t been wrong. Barrel-chested, with a lean waist, Mike was a large black man whose shaved head and aristocratic features could have had him making millions in the modeling or acting industry. Sinewy thighs, thick, muscle-roped arms, and a taut, corded abdomen attested to his physical nature while the gleam in his copper-colored eyes held nothing but appreciation for the sight of my milky skin and generous curves.
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George pushed me onto the bed, face first into Mike’s lap. My mouth open in a startled cry of protest, Mike took the opportunity to replace his hand with my lips, tangling his fingers in my hair, and thrusting his hips upward so I swallowed his full length. George mounted me from behind, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy in time to the thrusts of Mike in my mouth.
Both men came at the same time, as if their actions had been carefully choreographed.
Mike’s fist in my hair and George’s hand on my throat forced me to take every drop of Mike’s ejaculate, while George’s spasms and jetting completion pulsed against the walls of my sheath through the thin protective layer covering him. I wondered briefly how both men could sustain such a high level of arousal until I watched them indulge themselves in the tainted fruit and wine.
They fed me more of the stuff before George carried me to the bathroom to bathe my body. In the hall outside I heard sounds, but didn’t realize what they meant until Mike leaned into the open door.
“I’m heading out, man.” He directed his words to George, but his gaze focused on my body as George stroked over it with the soft towel, drying the water beading on my skin.
“Thanks for playing.” George grinned, settling the towel over the rod and urging me toward his friend. “Say goodbye to Mike, Gina,” he suggested, his hand cupping my ass, soothing the aching flesh.
“Bye, Mike,” I offered, my voice soft, quiet, so unlike my usual tones.
Stepping into the room, Mike pressed right up against me, sandwiching my body between him and George. “You are one fine fuck, Gina. I’ll be jacking off to visions of your sweet pussy until George calls me to come over to play again.”
I know my eyes must have been the size of saucers at his response. They had to have gotten even bigger when he stroked three blunt-tipped fingers between my sore labia.
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“Once old George here has broken in that ass, I’m gonna be wantin’ a ride, okay?” Mike grinned and dipped his head to sweep his tongue past my lips for a last wet, erotic kiss.
Pulling back, his fingers tapped at the sore opening between my legs. “I’m bettin’ your ass’ll be even tighter than this twat.”
Behind me, George reached over my shoulder to jokingly shove Mike back, “Down boy.” He laughed. “Wait until she’s loosened up before you start thinking about shoving that fat cock of yours anywhere but where I say you can.”
Mike’s head dipped in assent. “Okay, man, okay.”
With his arms around my waist, George and I watched Mike exit my apartment before George returned me to my bedroom. Exhausted, I climbed into bed and didn’t protest when George fastened the cuffs to the four solid posts and returned me to a shackled position, this time spread-eagle in the middle of my damp sheets. There was enough play in the restraints this time that my limbs didn’t feel unduly strained.
Having had little sleep during the night, and in spite of the aching arousal of
Having heard our moans and gasps, Mike was awake and aroused, his ham-sized fist stroking the thick length of his cock. My heart hammered against my ribs at my first sight of the man. Estimations of his size hadn’t been wrong. Barrel-chested, with a lean waist, Mike was a large black man whose shaved head and aristocratic features could have had him making millions in the modeling or acting industry. Sinewy thighs, thick, muscle-roped arms, and a taut, corded abdomen attested to his physical nature while the gleam in his copper-colored eyes held nothing but appreciation for the sight of my milky skin and generous curves.
Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
41
George pushed me onto the bed, face first into Mike’s lap. My mouth open in a startled cry of protest, Mike took the opportunity to replace his hand with my lips, tangling his fingers in my hair, and thrusting his hips upward so I swallowed his full length. George mounted me from behind, his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy in time to the thrusts of Mike in my mouth.
Both men came at the same time, as if their actions had been carefully choreographed.
Mike’s fist in my hair and George’s hand on my throat forced me to take every drop of Mike’s ejaculate, while George’s spasms and jetting completion pulsed against the walls of my sheath through the thin protective layer covering him. I wondered briefly how both men could sustain such a high level of arousal until I watched them indulge themselves in the tainted fruit and wine.
They fed me more of the stuff before George carried me to the bathroom to bathe my body. In the hall outside I heard sounds, but didn’t realize what they meant until Mike leaned into the open door.
“I’m heading out, man.” He directed his words to George, but his gaze focused on my body as George stroked over it with the soft towel, drying the water beading on my skin.
“Thanks for playing.” George grinned, settling the towel over the rod and urging me toward his friend. “Say goodbye to Mike, Gina,” he suggested, his hand cupping my ass, soothing the aching flesh.
“Bye, Mike,” I offered, my voice soft, quiet, so unlike my usual tones.
Stepping into the room, Mike pressed right up against me, sandwiching my body between him and George. “You are one fine fuck, Gina. I’ll be jacking off to visions of your sweet pussy until George calls me to come over to play again.”
I know my eyes must have been the size of saucers at his response. They had to have gotten even bigger when he stroked three blunt-tipped fingers between my sore labia.
42 Qwillia Rain
“Once old George here has broken in that ass, I’m gonna be wantin’ a ride, okay?” Mike grinned and dipped his head to sweep his tongue past my lips for a last wet, erotic kiss.
Pulling back, his fingers tapped at the sore opening between my legs. “I’m bettin’ your ass’ll be even tighter than this twat.”
Behind me, George reached over my shoulder to jokingly shove Mike back, “Down boy.” He laughed. “Wait until she’s loosened up before you start thinking about shoving that fat cock of yours anywhere but where I say you can.”
Mike’s head dipped in assent. “Okay, man, okay.”
With his arms around my waist, George and I watched Mike exit my apartment before George returned me to my bedroom. Exhausted, I climbed into bed and didn’t protest when George fastened the cuffs to the four solid posts and returned me to a shackled position, this time spread-eagle in the middle of my damp sheets. There was enough play in the restraints this time that my limbs didn’t feel unduly strained.
Having had little sleep during the night, and in spite of the aching arousal of
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