Chapter 4 BOOK BOYFRIENDS TAKE HER FOR A WILD RIDE 2

While Thorne pounded my pussy, Draven climbed up beside my head. He undid his pants elegant, his cock springing out—long and thin, pale white, straight as an arrow, veins blue under the skin. ‘Mouth for the lord,’ he ordered soft. I opened wide, tongue out. He slid in smooth, over my tongue, cool and smooth like marble. Tasted faint of metal and frost. I sucked hard, cheeks pulling in, bobbing my head as he tangled fingers in my hair and thrust gentle at first.

Buck stripped his shirt off, tossing it aside. His chest was broad, covered in light hair, muscles from hard work. He took my left hand, guiding it to his jeans. I unzipped him quick, pulling out his dick. It was shorter, about six inches, but thick like a beer can, skin dark, foreskin half-back over the red head.

‘Stroke it good, sweetheart,’ he said, showing me the pace—up slow, down firm. I did, feeling it throb in my grip, pre-cum wetting my palm.

Garrick claimed my right hand now, yanking his cloth away. His cock was a beast—nine inches at least, girthy as my forearm, uncut with heavy balls hanging low. The head was mushroom-big, slit leaking clear fluid. My fingers barely met around it, but I pumped steady, up and down the shaft, feeling every ridge and vein jump.

The table rocked a little with Thorne’s thrusts. Wet slaps filled the air, my pussy juices squirting out around his cock with each plunge. Draven’s hips moved faster now, fucking my mouth deeper, tip hitting my throat. I gagged soft when he pushed too far, spit drooling down my chin, eyes watering. But I loved the fullness, the control they had.

‘Let’s mix it up,’ Buck said after what felt like forever, his voice husky. They pulled out careful, Thorne’s cock shiny and slick from me. They turned me over gentle, onto my hands and knees. My tits hung down, swaying, nipples brushing the wood. Buck knelt behind, lining up his thick cock with my pussy. He pushed in slow, the width stretching me wider, making me moan loud.

‘That’s my girl, take the rider,’ he grunted, hands on my hips, pulling me back as he thrust forward. His pace was quick, like galloping, ass cheeks jiggling from the slaps.

Garrick moved to my face, his massive cock bobbing. He tapped it on my lips, smearing pre-cum.

‘Suck the warrior,’ he commanded. I stretched my mouth wide, jaw aching, taking the head in. It filled my mouth completely, tongue working the underside as he rocked slow, not forcing too deep yet. Saliva poured out, dripping on the table.

Draven slid under me on his back, the table creaking. His cold hands cupped my swinging breasts, thumbs circling nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, teeth grazing, while pinching the other hard. The mix of cold and pain shot straight to my clit, making me clench around Buck.

Thorne took my free hand now, wrapping it around his still-hard cock. I stroked him sloppy, hand wet from spit and juice.

Buck fucked hard, his thick dick rubbing my insides different, hitting wide spots. My pussy gripped him tight, building that tight coil in my belly. He spanked my ass again, red handprints blooming, the sting adding to the heat. ‘Gonna flood this ranch,’ he warned, but held back, pulling out with a pop.

They kept switching spots in my pussy, each taking a turn to stretch and fill. Thorne went again, his curve dragging my g-spot perfect, making me squirt a little spray on his belly. I shook, moaning around Garrick’s cock. Buck’s girth made me feel packed, like I’d split. When Garrick’s turn came, he lifted my hips higher, easing his monster in inch by inch. The stretch burned fierce, my walls protesting, but I pushed back, wanting it all. He bottomed out, balls on my clit, and started slow pumps. I screamed muffled, tears running, pleasure-pain exploding.

‘Now we take the back door,’ Draven said, eyes gleaming. My ass. I’d played there alone with toys, but never with real cocks, let alone two at once. But I nodded fast, heart racing. ‘Yes, stretch me everywhere.’

Buck lay back on the table first, pulling me down onto him facing away. His cock slid into my pussy easy now, all lubed and loose. I sank down, grinding a bit, feeling him deep. Thorne knelt behind, spitting a big glob on my asshole. His rough finger circled the tight ring, pressing in slow. It puckered, then gave, taking his digit. I gasped, clenching. ‘Easy now, lass,’ he murmured, adding a second finger, twisting and spreading. The burn built, but with Buck filling my front, it felt full, naughty.

Thorne pulled his fingers out, replaced with his cockhead. He pushed steady, the tip popping past the ring. I cried out, gripping Buck’s thighs. Inch by inch, he sank in, stretching my ass wide, the two cocks so close, rubbing through the wall. It was intense, like being torn and put back better. ‘Fuck, so tight,’ Thorne groaned, starting short thrusts.

Buck bucked up, matching the rhythm. I rocked between them, stuffed in both holes, tits bouncing. Sweat beaded on my skin, dripping down. Garrick and Draven stood close, cocks in my hands again. I jerked them sloppy, thumbs on the heads.

But Draven wanted my mouth. He stepped up, feeding his cool dick between my lips while I stroked Garrick. I alternated, sucking one, licking the other, face messy with spit and pre-cum. The double stuffing made everything sharper—every thrust in my pussy and ass sent jolts to my clit.

My first orgasm hit like a wave. Body tensed, pussy and ass clenching hard around the cocks. I wailed around Draven’s shaft, juices gushing over Buck. They groaned, feeling it.

‘Fill her,’ Garrick ordered. Buck came first, hips jerking, hot cum shooting deep in my pussy. Spurt after spurt, warm and thick, overflowing. Thorne followed quick, burying in my ass, his load pulsing, coating my insides, some leaking out.

They didn’t stop. Pulled out gentle, cum dripping from my holes. Draven took the ass next, his slender cock gliding in easy on the slick. Cool thrusts, contrasting the heat. Garrick claimed my pussy, his size making me sob with need as he pushed in, stretching anew.

Thorne and Buck flanked me, pinching my nipples, slapping my tits light—stings that made me hotter. The new double was rougher, Garrick’s girth and Draven’s depth syncing, one in, one out. I came again fast, harder, vision spotting, body quaking.

They unloaded inside—Garrick’s massive cum flooding my pussy, mixing sticky. Draven’s cooler seed in my ass, trickling down.

Last round, they surrounded me full on the table. I knelt in the center, mouth and hands working all four. Sucked Thorne deep, salty taste. Switched to Buck, thick on my tongue. Garrick’s too big, so I licked the shaft, balls too. Draven’s cool slide easy.

They stroked themselves too, grunting. Came one by one on my tongue—Thorne’s salty jets, swallow quick. Buck’s creamy load, thick in my throat. Garrick’s huge amount, overflowing my mouth, dripping.

I swallowed all, licking lips. Finally, they faded to smoke, back to pages. I lay spent, body sore, holes gaping and cum-covered. Rain pattered on. I smiled weak, touching the mess. My fetish alive. Can’t wait for next time.