A FEW GLORIOUS MINUTES later, her orgasm diminished into pleasing infrequent bursts of aftershocks. She lay slumped on the loveseat, her ass still in the air, her head drooped down and dangling over the arm of the sofa.
Her eyes were half open and she was vaguely aware of conversation and movement. She realized Geoff was coming for her. Would he fuck her throat, too? Could she take more? She didn’t know. Wasn’t sure she cared.
But Geoff wasn’t interested in fucking her throat. Instead, he managed to turn her enough to get his arms under her and lift her up off the sofa. He carried her out of the living room and into the bedroom.
She saw that Sean was already in the room, had already removed the bedding except for the bottom sheet on the massive, king-sized bed. Sean was completely naked now. He looked very fine, she thought, his young body firm and toned.
Geoff lowered her onto the mattress, then in a few deft motions, removed all his clothes. He had a spectacular body, triangular torso and narrow hips, thick thighs. His sleek muscles were well-defined and attested to his efforts in the gym. An ideal manly physique.
He kicked his clothes aside then reached down and lifted one of her feet. He removed her shoe, which came as something of a surprise to her, since she had forgotten she was wearing them. Her other shoe was tossed aside after the first.
Then he crawled onto the bed between her spread legs. He held her legs behind her knees, holding her open and wide as he gazed down at her pussy. He made a low sound in his throat that made her shiver in response.
She hardly noticed when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand and sheathed his grand cock. Her focus narrowed on his eyes, the way he wanted her.
They weren’t alone in the room. Sean was on the bed with them, stretching her arms out over her head, holding her wrists with one hand while kneading her breasts with the other. She moaned and writhed like a slut and didn’t give a damn.
Sir, Michael and Kyle were scattered around the room, Michael leaning against the bedpost, Kyle perching on the end of the bed, Sir relaxing in a chair with a full view of the proceedings.
Jasmine felt like she was in a sexual haze, where she could see the men, knew they were nearby, and at the same time, they seemed far away. Her body thrummed with energy and the rhythm of her blood pulsing in her veins set the beat of the tune.
And then Geoff was spreading her wide, his cock slipping through her wetness, seeking her opening, finding it, entering her, just inside her, just barely.
She held her breath, waiting, anticipating. He was so big, so big, and she was so ready. Past time for him to take her.
His fingers tightened around the backs of her knees, pushing her legs back, opening her impossibly wide.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me.”
Then he gave a mighty heave of his hips and rammed himself all the way inside her in one go. She cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain. Even the pain was magnificent, if short-lived.
He stretched her, stretched her apart. Then he was gone from inside her.
She groaned.
Then he took her again, as fiercely as the first time, and she cried out once more. Accepted the ecstasy and the ache as one.
Then again.
Like the first time.
And again.
Oh God, this was bliss, exaltation.
Her head thrashed from side to side, and she opened and closed her hands, grabbing at the air, her wrists still trapped in Sean’s firm hold. His fingers sunk into her breast and she arched her back, seeking more of this special torture.
Her hips, too, she tried to lift, but the way Geoff held her legs made that nearly impossible. So she lay there and greedily took what he gave her. The way he pulled out from her. Then lunging inside with one more mighty shove.
To claim her.
To hear her cries.
He grunted as he worked, his breath a ratcheting sound, a working sound, a thing of power driving the force. All the way out. All the way in ... out again ... in again.
She couldn’t stand it. It would drive her mad. And yet, she’d take more, if that’s what he chose.
The pressure in her pussy built higher and higher. She would come again, and soon, as impossible as that seemed. Hadn’t she just come in the other room? More than once? A thin sound, a high-pitched cry escaped her, trilling out warning of imminent explosion.
“No,” Geoff said with more command than she had heard from him. “Do not come, Jasmine. Listen to me. Do not come.”
That seemed a ridiculous thing to say. As if she had any control over it. Not tonight she didn’t. Tonight was special. Tonight she could come and come and then do it again. Magical night.
Do not come, he said. Surely he was joking.
Geoff stopped pumping into her. “Tell me you won’t come. Not yet. Hold it off.”
“Why? I don’t want to.”
“You’ll thank me for it later. Wait a while. Push it down and let it build. You can do that, can’t you?”
She considered his question in a loopy, sexed-up way. “I don’t know,” was the only answer she could give.
“Try,” Geoff said.
She would try, yes, if he thought it was that important, and he certainly appeared to think it was. And he compelled her, regardless. After the timely distraction of his request, she thought she might be able to hold off a while longer.
He resumed fucking her, but now settled into a deep, slow stroke. She moaned. So sweet, the feel of him sliding inside her, the stretch of flesh, the pull of exit, the push of entry.
Sean. Mmm. Sweet Sean. He leaned over her now, his hand a torment on her aching breasts and swollen nipples, making her squirm and mumble. His breath fell on her neck, her ear, as he nuzzled her, his tongue a damp, ticklish delight on her sensitive skin.
Then he was kissing her, their mouths open to one another, their tongues tangling. He took her moans into himself, and her sighs, and her cries.
And when he wasn’t kissing her, he whispered to her, things like, “I want you so bad, Jasmine. Your skin is so soft. I could touch you all night long.”
So she wriggled and shuddered for him, his fingers pressing like iron clamps into her stretched nipples. He captured her gasps with, “Mmm, I love that sound. Here. Do it again.” And he’d pinch again, make her whimper. Sweet Sean. Sweet ache.
Geoff wrapped her legs around his waist and settled into fucking her in earnest. He held her by the hips, lifting her up, his fingers sunk into her flesh. Unhh. Unhh. Unhh. The impact of him fucking her. The sound of him.
“I’m next,” Sean whispered in her ear, sending a tendril of heat to her core.
Geoff rode her faster and faster. His breath beat the tempo of his strokes, of Sean’s pinches, of her gasps.
Unhh! Unhh! Unhh! And he was coming, and she fought back her need to join him.
“Don’t come,” Sean whispered. “Don’t come. Wait for it, Jasmine.”
Geoff surged home with one last, mighty lunge, rattling her teeth with the impact.
“Oh, God,” Geoff groaned, then he collapsed, stretched out beside her. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he strived to catch his breath.
Sean gave her a last quick kiss then moved around the bed, filling the vacancy between her legs. He reached for a condom on the nightstand.
Geoff turned on his side toward her, took her hand, held it in his own large one, and raised it to his lips. He kissed her fingers, and her palm, then held it to his chest. He stared down at her, his eyes lazy and replete, loving.
He gave a small smile, shook his head minutely, as if he couldn’t believe she was real. And she’d never felt more right, this man holding her hand and her gaze, still panting from fucking her half senseless.
And there was Sean, already his cock moved in her slit, gathering her moisture, seeking entry. Then he slid inside her, a smooth, slow sheathing that made her sigh in delight. Geoff kissed her then, and she opened for him, the way she opened for Sean.
She closed her eyes, savored every sensation. Sean told her she was beautiful. Geoff kissed her sensually, firm and soft. She felt hands on her breasts again. Sean’s perhaps. Geoff’s? Someone else’s? It didn’t matter. One of them. All of them. This was unending bliss. No other ravishment could be as luscious as this.
Then Sean was turning her onto her side, facing away from Geoff, raising her upper leg high in the air. His cock entered her from this new angle and made her gasp. Geoff’s hand pressed her stomach, he nibbled the back of her neck.
She opened her eyes and saw it was Kyle who had been squeezing her breasts. He muttered “Fuck,” every now and then, a single-syllable testament to his appetite.
Sean fucked her faster, and again she wanted to come. Again, Sean urged her to hold off, as did Geoff, his breath falling warm and moist on her neck. It seemed an impossible task. How was she to survive this onslaught without release?
Faster Sean drilled into her, his hips pistoning, his balls slapping noisily against her. “Fuck,” said Kyle. “Yes!” said Sean. “Wait,” warned Geoff.
One. Two. Three. Four. Deliberate, extreme pumps.
And then Sean came, his cry filling the room, joining her own cries as she trembled under the effort of clamping down her orgasm. She panted and squirmed, arched her back further than she would have thought possible. Her hands shook.
“So beautiful,” Geoff said. “Wonderful. You did it.”
And she had, miracle of miracles. But already, Kyle was moving into Sean’s place, and already she felt the minor tamping-down she had accomplished losing its ability to ward off surrender.
She almost moaned in disappointment when Geoff rolled away from her and off the bed, but she didn’t have time to mourn him because Kyle had a rubber in place and was ready to go. He turned her over onto her stomach.
“I want to see you on your hands and knees,” he said. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
She quickly took the position he demanded. He wasted no time and using his hands, took hold of her puffy labia and spread her apart, taking in the sight of her open, pink wetness. “Fuck.”
And then he was inside her, fucking her doggy style, and her head hung down, low, as she struggled for balance on the soft mattress. He squeezed her ass, roamed over her hips, found her hanging breasts and held them for purchase in his thrusts.
Then her head was lifted and she looked up into Michael’s bright eyes. He, too, was naked now, and from the looks of things, was prepared for a second go around.
He sat in front of her, on his heels, scooted under her head, then lowered her down to his cock which stood up proudly, demanding her service.
She obliged. He watched her lips close over his dick, the spread of her mouth, the concavity in her cheeks as she sucked him. He held his cock out for her.
Kyle took long, heady strokes in and out of her pussy, enjoying every slow glide. Michael groaned as she flicked her tongue gently across the tip of his dick.
She got an image in her head of how she must look. Wanton. Exposed in every way. Quivering, desperate for what these men gave her, what they took from her. Her moans and cries were now so frequent that there was no reason to take note of them at all.
She was someone different, someone who had given herself over to this new thing, this new way of being, experiencing. And if she looked like a brazen tramp, the naked sex toy of these five men, loving their every touch, their every invasion, then so be it. It’s what she was. In that moment.
Soon, Kyle bucked fast and hard against her. He would come any time.
She had gotten the trick of holding back her orgasm now, and learned the reason why Geoff had asked it of her. She had entered a zone of non-stop buzz, a marvel of constant thrill. It was as if every nerve in her body had formed a choir and was singing a never-ending, tantalizing song of rapture.
To say it felt good was an absurd understatement. And yet it did. Everything felt good. All the time. Every touch, every thrust, every pinch or twist. All good. All the time.
It ran together. When Kyle finished coming with a loud bark of, “Fuck! Fuck!” she understood that Michael would be taking over where Kyle left off, and that was more than fine with her.
Michael held her by the hips and impaled her with his rubber-cloaked cock, and she took him inside, readily, even greedily. Unhh. Unhh. Unhh. The sounds again of fucking.
Sir arrived, settling in front of her, pushing back her hair and quietly studying her face.
“Are you still with us?” he asked.
She had no idea what he meant. Of course she was. Where else would she be? “Obviously.”
He grinned that Sir-grin of his, the elusive one that probably meant one thing but might have meant another. She realized that he, like the others, was fully naked. Now everyone was naked.
Sir had an excellent physique, particularly for an older man, his trimmed body hair still dark, ungrayed, his pecs defined and firm. He held out his cock to her, and she licked up and down his shaft. He sighed, petted her, reached under her chest and cupped her breast.
She saw, out of the corner of her eye, that Geoff had taken over Sir’s chair, and Sean was sprawled in another. They watched her get fucked, their eyes hooded, half-lidded. Would they want her again? She wondered. How much stamina could these men have? How much did she have?
Sir pulled her head back. He had her stick out her tongue and lightly swatted her face, cheeks and tongue with his cock. She might have been put off by this show of dominance, were it not for the way he looked at her while he did it.
He looked paternal, protective and proud, perhaps. Turned on — yes. In control — always. And he enjoyed what he was doing with an honest thoroughness that Jasmine couldn’t deny, must share.
He held her head in one place, but she made a game of chasing the head of his cock with her tongue. Left. Right. His cock batted at her cheek. It passed by her mouth, she licked out at it, a tender swipe.
Sir made a low rumbling sound. He moved his cock in front of her tongue, just out of reach. She stretched for him, barely made contact. He pulled farther back. She half-smiled.
Then the game began in earnest, her seeking, him teasing. His cock sometimes stopped to let her bathe the tip, then moved away to rap her jaw, her cheekbone.
Soon she was panting, and pulling against his hold on her, trying to reach that shifty cock. She didn’t care that her struggles yanked her hair. She wanted that cock.
Sir played the game well. As did she. Somewhere nearby she heard a low groan and knew Kyle was watching them play. Likely the only one not watching was Michael, who by virtue of fucking her like a crazed beast, was in no position to see what she and Sir were doing. Her entire body shook under Michael’s jarring thrusts.
Sir’s grin turned wicked when Michael came. Sir’s turn. To fuck her.
Michael fell away from her, gasping and leaving her pussy twitching and pulsing. It was a close call, holding off the inevitable release. Michael’s pumping and Sir’s game made it as difficult as ever.
Sir let go of her and moved to the head of the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, sheathed up his cock then crooked a finger at her.
“I think I’ll let you do the work, Miss Jasmine,” he said.
It was obvious what he wanted, so she crawled over to him, then straddled his hips and centered herself over his cock which pointed straight into the air. She held onto his powerful shoulders to steady herself.
He positioned his cock at her entrance as she lowered herself, sliding the tip around to gather some of her ever-ample supply of moisture.
Mmm. She slowly, carefully, impaled herself on his rod. Ohh, she groaned at this entry, so deep and filling in this position. The angle of him hit her g-spot, and the head of his dick mashed against the limits of her depths.
He ran his hands up her firm thighs and over her rounded hips. He squeezed her waist and stared at her breasts, so round and close. She leaned forward and bent down to kiss him. He tasted of bourbon and the faintest hint of mint. His tongue roamed inside her mouth, a new teasing game with her own tongue.
She moved slowly and deliberately over him, taking her time, taking care, taking him all. His hands kneaded her breasts, twisted her nipples. They kissed a while longer until she pulled away, looking down to watch him play with her breasts.
“You have beautiful tits,” he said.
He pulled at her nipples the way he’d done earlier. She loved when he did that, liked seeing the flesh stretch outward, changing her shape as he pulled harder and harder. Small stabbing spikes shot from her nipples all the way down to her clit. She loved the bounce of her flesh when he let go, the springy way her breasts rounded up again, the hard pebble that her nipple had became under his relentless tugs.
And so she fucked him for a while, and he inflicted his special brand of torment on her until her body trembled and a light sweat broke out on her forehead.
Sir was breathing hard, too, and urging her to go faster, harder. She must not have gone fast enough, because soon he stopped tormenting her breasts and closed his hands around her hips, raising her and pushing her back down on his lap.
He leaned forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her thigh muscles flexed, her hips bucked and her desire was a raging fire inside her. When his teeth closed over her nipple, she cried out, a sound of pain and passion and want. More. More.
She felt another pair of hands close around her waist. She turned her head. Geoff. Behind her, straddling Sir’s legs. His smoky gaze met her own and his fingers ground into her flesh, helping Sir lift her up, then slam her down with more force than before.
Sir grunted and released her breast, unable to hold on with her increased movement. Geoff momentarily let go of her waist to guide Jasmine’s hands off Sir’s shoulders. He raised her arms up over her head, bent them back, closing her hands behind his own head.
She stretched back, her body bent in a parabola curve, her breasts thrusting outward and bouncing wildly until Geoff closed his hands over them. And now he used her breasts to lift her up and slam her down onto Sir. Over and over. It hurt. It didn’t.
Her breasts ached from the pressure, but no more than her pussy ached from holding back, from the pounding she’d been getting for she didn’t know how long. God it was too much.
“Not yet,” Geoff demanded in her ear.
She shivered when his hot breath fell on her. Goosebumps rose on her arms.
They lifted her up, slammed her down. Kyle and Sean were stretched out on the bed, not far away, idly stroking their half-masted cocks and watching the fucking with gleaming eyes.
She felt something on her ass, slick fingers pushing between her cheeks, heading ... where ... not there. Yes there.
She realized with a start that it was Geoff’s fingers down there, that only one of his arms was wrapped around her chest, that only one hand was tightened over her breast, raising her up and shoving her back down onto Sir.
She made a murmur and a wriggle of dissent. Geoff quietly shushed her.
“Trust me,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring.
His fingers pushed against her sphincter. He pressed one inside her asshole, then followed it quickly with another.
She cried aloud at the entry, the unfamiliar feel and stretch of two fingers inside her. Two was different than one. Very different. Not terrifically painful so much as disturbing. They didn’t belong there, did they?
Geoff whispered to her that she felt good and that she was so tight and perfect. And Sir held her gaze in his own, a promise in his eyes that all would be well.
She believed them both, gave herself over to them, gave herself over to the promise they offered but didn’t have to make.
Up. Down. The slip and slide. The slam of flesh on flesh. The grinding of fingers in her ass, the crush and oomph.
This was a complete fuck like she’d never had before. And she clung to Geoff and didn’t mind her shaking breasts and writhing hips. And let Geoff finger her ass.
She began a steady moan, a feral groan that signaled the pressure growing inside her, the unstoppable nature of it. Her body tingled from top to bottom and a ball of energy formed in her belly and threatened to burst forth at any moment.
On and on she cried her song of ecstasy, a melody punctuated by Kyle’s “Fucks” and Sir’s grunts and Geoff’s harsh breath in her ear. This song, this beautiful song of passion and wonder.
Geoff pumped in and out of her ass, faster now, harder, as far as he could go every time. “Now,” he said quietly. “Now you can let it go. Come for us, Jasmine. I want to hear you scream.”
“Come for us,” repeated Sir.
She threw back her head, surrendered to whatever they wanted, what she wanted, to all the sensations that she’d been holding in check. Her blood roared in her veins and her heart beat a frenzied staccato in time with her hoarse, heaving breaths.
Yes, she was coming. Here it came. The climax. The throbbing down low, the ball of energy surging outward, breaking over her belly and between her legs. Profound in its totality, the way it rushed and swelled outward, filling her torso, her limbs, all of her, with rapture.
She was transported to a realm of euphoria, where everything was pure. Right. So intense. So overwhelming.
There was nothing for it.
She gathered herself together ... and her cries rang throughout the room.
SHE WAS DREAMING, SHE thought. Distant sounds of deep voices filled her ears. She would have opened her eyes, but it seemed like too much effort. Besides, she was dreaming, and opening her eyes would wake her up, and she didn’t want that.
So she lay still, enjoying the warmth of the blanket on her bare skin, the heavy weight of her arms and legs lying limp from exhaustion. A sweet ache throbbed gently between her legs and her nipples were rock hard from over-stimulation. Over-used. That was her.
In her dream, she smiled.
She wasn’t actually dreaming, though, she realized after a few more minutes of floating. No, those male voices she heard were real. And there was a hand on her head, stroking her hair.
And another hand was on her hip, smoothing a palm down the outside of her thigh and up again. Mmm. Warm. Tingly.
She opened her eyes. Blinked twice to clear her sight. She looked up to see Geoff smiling at her. He was the one petting her hair.
She turned her head slightly and saw Sir on her other side. He was the one touching her hip and leg.
She closed her eyes. Mmm. Yes, she remembered it all now. How Sir cane shortly after she did, how Geoff held her tight as she shook and quivered from the most outrageously superb orgasm she’d ever experienced.
And she remembered them both cuddling her, how they lay her down, settling her between them while they told her in lovely ways how wonderful she was.
She must have drifted off.
“Was I asleep long?” she asked.
“No,” said Geoff. “Less than fifteen minutes.”
“Wow,” was all she could think of in answer. It felt like she’d been away for an age.
She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms over her head.
“Are you sore?” Sir asked.
“I don’t think so.”
He pressed his hand between her legs, pushed a finger past her swollen labia and into her pussy. “Are you sore here?”
She winced. “A little. But I expected that. I’m not, well ...”
“You’re not accustomed to such prolonged activity,” Sir finished for her.
“Exactly.”
He removed his hand and she was oddly disappointed. She mentally shook her head at herself.
“Well, my dear, you have certainly proven yourself to be a breathtaking lover tonight. I don’t recall the last time I enjoyed myself more,” Sir said.
She flushed slightly, a silly thing to do under the circumstances. Still, that kind of compliment coming from a man of Sir’s undoubted experience, well, it was a bit heady.
Geoff shifted on the bed. “I’ve told everyone that you’re finished for the night.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re sore. Like you said, it was to be expected. Time for everyone to leave. They’d already be gone except they wanted to say goodbye.”
Jasmine pushed herself up into a seated position and looked around the room. Sure enough, there was Kyle, Sean and Michael, two in chairs, one sitting on the edge of the bed, all still naked, all smiling at her.
She smiled back, then couldn’t help but notice that Kyle and Sean were hard — again. Unbelievable. They were the youngest in the group though. That probably explained it.
The fact that they wanted to say goodbye and that they wanted more of her but wouldn’t ask it since she was sore ... it warmed her all over and set her mind to what should come next.
She tossed aside the blanket, proudly displaying her naked self to them all. “I’m not that sore.” And she spread her legs open wide.
She nearly grinned at the sudden switch in Kyle’s and Sean’s expression, the change from cheerful resignation to greedy, open longing.
“Don’t push it,” said Geoff. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. One more round, for the willing. What do you say, Kyle? Sean?”
Geoff sighed and Sir made a sort of clipped chuckle. Michael leaned back in his chair and began the process of stroking his limp cock back into life.
Kyle and Sean rose, advanced toward her, their stiff cocks leading the way.
She raised her knees, spread her legs wider and lay back, sprawled herself open for them. Then she reached out to either side of her, grabbing onto Geoff and Sir.
“Hold me,” she said, “and don’t let me go.”
They wouldn’t.