Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Give me some of that,” Travis growled, and Ethan, with obvious reluctance, pulled Andrea’s mouth off his cock and directed it onto the jutting manhood to his right. With a sob of shame and need, Andrea began to pleasure the new member.
She had moved her left hand to stroke Ethan’s deserted penis, but the distraction had clearly made her pause her rhythm on mine. I could see how hard she worked to please, despite her evident shame and discomfort, but my own ache turned me selfish.
“Don’t stop jerking this cock, honey,” I commanded, my voice gruff with arousal. “Better yet, be a good girl and let me have a turn in your mouth, too.”
Andrea’s instant reaction brought a surge of warmth into my chest and a thrill of need to my cock. She raised her head from Travis’s lap and looked at me, her eyes wide with fear as if she thought I might take her over my own knee and spank her for neglecting me. Alongside that anxiety, though, I saw Andrea’s own arousal so clearly it startled me: I could see in her eyes, I felt certain, the idea that part of her wanted to go over my knee, even with her bottom in its already painful state.
Under the spell of that look, hardly thinking about it, I reached out my left hand to put it around the back of her head and draw her mouth down onto my aching erection. I felt her tense and then, bewitchingly, yield to my compulsion. Andrea let out a submissive whimper, and took my hardness deep into her mouth, suckling at it as if she found me the most delicious treat she had ever tasted.
“Good girl,” I gasped, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Andrea
I couldn’t believe how shameful it all felt, or how arousing.
Lydia’s high-pitched cries continued to pierce the air as Hank evidently enjoyed using her pussy and her bottom for the first time. The sounds sent shivers through my body, a mixture of sympathy and forbidden excitement. I imagined her lying beneath him, her legs spread wide as he pushed into her. Bent over the bed to receive him in her virgin bottom. The image made me clench involuntarily around nothing, my pussy aching with need.
Not to be outdone, Lila’s moans of pleasure drifted down from the other bedroom. Her cries seemed more confident, more practiced. “Oh, god, Bill!” she called out. “Yes, right there! Harder!” I even thought that the wet sounds of their vigorous coupling reached my ears, or perhaps I imagined them. Either way, it made my face burn with embarrassment even as it fueled my own arousal.
Meanwhile, Devin had bent Greta over the back of the other couch and begun to fuck her hard from behind. The sight of the matronly woman with her skirt hiked up, her modest cotton panties pulled aside as Devin’s thick shaft plunged in and out of her, was almost too much to process. Greta’s face was flushed, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her husband used her roughly.
“That’s it, honey,” Devin growled. “Take it like a good little slut.”
Greta whimpered in response, pushing back against him eagerly. “Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Oh… oh, god… Use me, sir. Please!”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the lewd scene, even as I continued to pleasure the men on the couch. My mouth was stretched wide around Dylan’s cock, my tongue working along his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. My hands moved mechanically on Travis’s and Ethan’s erections, stroking them in time with the movements of my mouth.
The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. The musky scent of arousal hung heavily in the air. The rhythmic creaking of bedsprings from upstairs seemed to provide a steady backbeat to the moans, grunts, and wet slapping sounds that surrounded me.
I felt utterly debased, on my knees with my dress hiked up and my panties around my thighs, servicing three men at once while others fucked around me. Yet despite my shame—or perhaps because of it—I had never been more turned on in my life. My pussy throbbed with need, my clit aching for attention. Each time I shifted, I felt the wetness between my thighs, an unwelcome signal of my body’s betrayal.
“Look at me, Andrea,” Dylan commanded softly.
I raised my eyes to meet his, my cheeks hot. Dylan’s hazel eyes locked onto mine, intense and hungry. I felt a shiver run through me at the raw desire I saw there. His hand cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing over my lips where they stretched around his cock.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well, Andrea.”
His praise sent a wave of warmth through me, making me redouble my efforts. I tried to relax my jaw, trying to take him deeper into my mouth, trying to make it a plush, velvety place for him to enjoy himself.