He reached up with his thumbs and peeled back her outer labia. Cream trickled down his fingers and he greedily licked it up. Her sex was swollen, hot, and flushed as he thrust his tongue deep into her channel and reveled as she literally screamed out in orgasm.
"Please don't cry, sweetheart." Ben heard his brother whisper as he continued to lap up the juices of her release. He immediately crawled over her body to reach her head and see what was wrong. He knew he hadn't hurt her.
"Kara, honey, tell me, what is it?" Ben saw a tear trickle down her temple and he couldn't stop himself from licking up that bit of moisture as well, wanting everything her body had to give. She rolled her head and looked at him with eyes almost black with arousal.
"Thank you. I really didn't think I could do that." She rose up off the pillows like a phoenix rising from the ashes. She unbuttoned Quinn's jeans, sliding her hands inside to pull out his engorged cock. Ben watched avidly. She knelt down in front of him and took the head in her mouth, and pushed down until her wet lips reached denim and she let out a muffled whimper of discontent. She reached up and tried to push down his jeans, and met his eager hands that were doing the same thing.
As they struggled, Ben had a mouthwatering view of Kara's ass. He could see that between the full globes she glistened with arousal. He bent down and licked, and grinned as she gasped in surprise even with her mouth full of Quinn's dick. She tried to wiggle away, but he held her firmly within his grasp, and just swiped his tongue deeper, enjoying the musky, sweet taste of his woman. He began spreading her cheeks open so that he could delve deeper, uncaring that she struggled to avoid his attentions.
"Kara, stop it. Let Ben taste you. Now, release my dick so I can get these jeans off, sweetheart." Ben smiled as she stilled. He could feel her holding herself taut with breathless worry and anticipation. He licked his way closer and closer to the tight star of her anus until he finally bathed it, slowly up and down, attempting to get her used to the sensation. He heard her mewl, but she remained still as Quinn had demanded.
"Ben," she wailed. "You can't want to do that."
"He wants to do that. I want to do that next. There is no part of you we don't want to taste, and lick, and love." Quinn had his jeans off and cupped her head leading her mouth back to his cock, which she eagerly engulfed in her small mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she struggled to accept the full girth and length of him. While she focused on that, Ben speared his tongue into the tight muscle of her sphincter, anticipating her jolt of surprise and holding her tight.
"Do that again," Quinn commanded. "Whatever you just did, Ben, do that again. She just clamped down on my dick and it felt perfect," he said in a voice hoarse with lust.
Ben parted her ass cheeks even further, watching as the skin thinned and her anus opened incrementally, allowing him further entrance. He pulled out and pushed a finger into her cunt, pulling out some of the clear, slick liquid, traced it to her back entrance, and pushed in fast and hard. She screamed around Quinn's cock, and he threw back his head and roared as he came. Ben continued to watch, entranced as she held his pulsing cock in her mouth, swallowing down his release.
As soon as they were finished, he pulled out his finger and flipped her over, pushing her thighs wide and up, loving the look of her flushed and open sex. He wanted to do for her what she had just done for Quinn. Then he wanted to do it again, only with him inside her, and then he wanted to take her virgin ass. He wanted to keep her in this bed for the next three days! He needed this woman, not just for sex, but for the soul-deep connection. She might think it was only sex, but he knew it was love.
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She was so close to orgasm again that just having Ben part her legs had almost set her off, the feel of the air on her engorged and swollen clit being too much stimulation. Having Ben's eyes on her was just as arousing. Seeing his brown eyes actually turn to black as he gazed at her cunt was beyond sexy. She watched as he bent and his tongue made that first stroke through the lips of her vagina. She couldn't stop the involuntary upward jerk of her hips as she tried to get even closer to that wondrous caress. He looked up at her and smiled.
"More?"
She smiled back at him. "Oh, yes, I want everything." Sex with Ben was always mind-blowing, often reverent, sometimes raunchy, and occasionally playful, like now.
"What will you give me in return?"
"What do you want?" She knew that whatever he wanted, she was going to want, as well.
"I want your luscious ass today." In all the times they had come together before, they had never done ass play. As a matter of fact, she had been somewhat surprised. Not exactly unhappy, just surprised. Earlier, when Ben had played with her back door, rather than feeling uncomfortable she had been stunned at how arousing it had been. As she was thinking about everything, Ben bent down again and Kara suddenly felt his tongue speared deep within her channel, the long strong muscle easily finding that set of nerves that were connected to every part of her body. He stroked back and forth over those nerves until she shot off into oblivion, all thoughts of anything else long forgotten.
"Quinn, you take her, I'm going to go wash up and get the condoms." Just like that, Quinn was now between her legs. This time she felt the inner lips of her labia being splayed open, so that even more of her was on display for her lover.
"God, you're beautiful. So wet, so red and swollen. You liked what Ben did for you, didn't you?" Quinn slowly pushed two large, thick fingers into her tight passage and she panted, as long-unused tissues were stretched to the point of burning. She bit her bottom lip. Quinn must have seen the strain on her face, because he went and suckled her clit in his mouth, which helped to take her mind off the sting. As he continued to suck and lave the sensitive nub, he twisted, pulled and pushed his fingers, and soon everything was beginning to feel really good.
"Please, give me another finger." Quinn stopped everything he was doing, and this time Kara couldn't stop a cry of displeasure from escaping. He looked up at her.
"Are you sure, sweetheart? You're awfully tight. Let me play just a little longer."
"Are you really going to tell me what's best for me, Quinn Shotbrook?" Kara panted out the question, pleased when Quinn chuckled.
"As my lady commands," he said as he pulled out his fingers, and slowly pushed back in with three fingers, again suckling her plump clitoris. Kara let out a long low wail as she climaxed.
Kara was vaguely aware of Ben returning to the room and handing Quinn something, and then she saw him rip open a package. She struggled to a kneeling position and shoved the condom out of his hand, intent on touching his naked penis. It had been too long since she had touched him so intimately. She needed that closeness.
She looked up at him as she bent to take him into her mouth, and colors exploded inside her mouth. How could she have forgotten the taste of Ben Shotbrook? First there was that heavenly musky smell that made her want to get closer and closer, to taste and nuzzle. His cock was so big that it rarely stood straight out. Instead, it would fall thick and heavy into her hands, and she would have to open so wide just to get the head into her mouth. But then … then there was nothing on Earth like having all that power under her control. She worked so hard to take him deep, going into a trance, where inside her head she loved and praised and soothed and celebrated and worshiped.
Then, every single time, as she would be at the pinnacle of that trance and his cock was nestled deeply at the back of her throat, he would start to talk.
"Kachawli, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." His tone was so achingly loving. His fingers brushed against her swollen throat, and she slid back, slowly compressing her lips the tiny bit that she could, considering how wide she had to open her mouth to begin with. Giving this man pleasure made her feel like she was creating art.
She could feel Quinn at her back, stroking her hair, and wasn't that just perfect, to be so surrounded? She kept giving long, slow strokes on Ben's velvety flesh. More talking.
"You couldn't be any more perfect, Kara." He brushed her temples, her hollowed-out cheeks. "Just look at you," he breathed, beginning to pant. It was the sign she had been waiting for. She began to move faster. Not much, just a little, increasing her cadence, seeing if she could get him to start breathing even harder. She looked up at him through the veil of her light blonde lashes. She felt Quinn stop caressing her hair, and instead his fingers started trailing ever downward until his strong hands were grasping each globe of her firm ass.