“Are you feeling horny, dirty girl?”
My tits jiggled as the vehicle bumped along. Horny? “Hell yes,” I breathed. “I can’t wait.”
I jumped at his hand on my right tit. I jumped again when he squeezed it.
“Me too,” he said, “two cocks, Gemma. Imagine that. Two fat cocks in your pussy at the same time, stretching you wide.”
My breath hitched. Nerves building. Excitement too. Jesus!
The car stopped, and Jason turned off the engine. He let himself out, and I heard him speaking with another man outside. The man’s voice was deep. A countryside twang to it.
I wondered how old he was. If he was ripped like Jason. I wondered about his cock, too. How big he would be? Would he be thick? Hairy? Long and veiny and fucking gorgeously meaty like Jason? How would he feel inside me? How the hell would it feel with two cocks fucking me at once? Jesus, Gemma Taylor, you know how to have a good time. Your mother would be proud.
My door opened and hands unclipped my seatbelt, then reached for me. Jason’s hands – I could tell. He helped me to the ground, taking my hand in his and leading me along behind him with no introduction whatsoever. I could feel the stranger’s eyes on me, hear his breath, his careful footsteps. He was close. I wanted him to touch me, but he didn’t. I guessed the touching would start soon enough. The ground was rough, like soil. Then concrete. My heels clacked all the way.
“Step,” Jason said, and we were inside. A house. I could smell a room fragrance. White lily. One of the ones that plug in. I followed without question until Jason let go of my hand.
“Strip, Gemma. Everything off.”
I took a deep breath, then stepped out of my heels and kicked them away. My dress was easy. I pulled it over my head and let it fall at my feet. My heart was thumping by the time I slid down my knickers, adrenaline making me heady. I could feel them staring at me, the stranger’s eyes burning. I knew I was blushing, goose pimpled, too.
Heavy hands landed on my skin. Four hands touched me. Groped me. Four hands squeezed, and teased and poked tender flesh. Chubby flesh. Soft, white freckled flesh. Fuck, oh fuck.
Jason’s tongue traced around my lips, groaning into my mouth as I opened wide for him. His mouth slid away and a stranger’s lips took his place. A stranger’s tongue forcing its way inside, flickering around mine with a pleasant taste of mint. And then both of them, a mass of wet fucking tongues, sucking and poking and sharing mine between them. Fuck. So fucking dirty.
Four strong hands pushed me down. Four strong hands forced me to my knees. I heard the men undressing, the rustle of clothes thrown over furniture. They took position either side of me.
Oh God.
Hands on my chubby bits, stroking and squeezing my wobbly belly. Then on my tits again, squeezing, and pulling. It felt fucking amazing. I lolled my head back as hungry mouths found my nipples.
“Please! Yes!”
They sucked hard in tandem, one gorgeous mouth on each tit, loud slurps that were deliciously fucking horny, nipping and tugging at my nipples, and the tingles shooting down my belly made me shudder and groan. I held each head tight to my tits. The stranger’s hair was short, more wiry than Jason’s. I gripped at their hair at pressed them into me, teeth grinding, nipping, sucking. Oh, God. It felt so fucking incredible.
“Harder...” I hissed.
I arched my back into their mouths, sliding my hand between my thighs. Jason slapped it away.
“No,” he groaned around my nipple.
“Please...” I whispered. “Please fuck me...”
He smacked his lips as he pulled away. “Your sweet little clit needs some love, doesn’t it dirty girl?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, lowering himself until his breath was on my pussy lips. I gasped for him, and again as the stranger pinched my nipple hard between his teeth.
Jason’s tongue flicked along my slit, digging in until he found my clit. I was concentrating so hard on how good it felt, that the hard thump of cock against my cheek caught me off guard.
The stranger grunted. “Open your mouth. Suck me.”
I opened wide for him as Jason’s tongue swirled my clit. Jesus! He teased until my breath was ragged, until I was rasping with every squelch of fat cock in my throat. Then he backed away.
Jason’s cock was twitchy when it pressed against my cheek.
“Open up,” he said. “Take two like a good girl.”
I opened as wide as I could, but it wasn’t enough.
“Hands behind your back and give me your mouth,” Jason barked. “Don’t fight.”
I didn’t fight, clasping my hands behind my back as the two men used my face. They hooked their fingers around my lips to open me wider, pushing two cocks as deep as they would fit. They were rough. Shunting and shoving and grunting. Gurgles from my throat sounded so filthy, so fucking wrong. I hooked my arms around solid legs and braced against the onslaught, choking, gagging, saliva dribbling onto my tits.