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Three Boners
Ivy
There they are. One...two... three. Three boners pointing straight at me. It's like a dirty version of Goldilocks. One cock that's too long (seriously not sure where Michael wants to put that but my mouth is a no, because, hello gag reflex!); one dick that is definitely too thick (Harry does have a bit of a mini barrel there); and then there is the one that looks just right, not too long not too thick. Maybe I should have stuck with just Graham.
Ivy, what did you get yourself into this time?
One minute I am flirting with three guys in a bar, next I am kneeling naked on Harry’s bed, ready for my first foursome. Well, ready might be a bit of an exaggeration. To be honest, when Harry—or was it Michael—first suggested a bit of group fun, it sounded incredibly exciting. I imagined them all three worshipping my body, hands and mouths everywhere. Reality was slightly different. Graham kissed me and undressed me whilst the others stripped off. Michael led me to the bed and then they just lined up and looked at me. I was almost expecting them togo, “Rock, paper, scissors!” to decide on who gets to fuck me first.
“I’m not one for the big girls normally, but your big arse is mighty fine,” Michael chuckles as he crawls behind me and strokes over my bum.Excuse me? This big girl might punch you right where it hurts in a minute.
“Baby girl, open up for me,” Harry groans and stabs at my lips with his dick like when you try to get a key into a keyhole in the dark. I almost swat him away and not just because it is annoying but because he called mebaby girl. I hate that. I mean, to each their own, but I never really did go for the whole baby-daddy thing.
Before I can say something wrong, I open my mouth and he pushes his girthy cock in. He tastes… not great, but I just get on with it hoping that my sacrifice will be rewarded with an orgasm or two… for me, that is.
“Great, and what do I do?” Graham asks before I can feel his fingers on my bum hole.Absolutely not!
I pull away from Mr Barrell-dick and shout, “No!”
“Calm down, baby girl,” Harry coos before trying to push back into my mouth.
“No, nope,” I protest. “Nothing in my bum and frankly, not too keen on your cock in my mouth either.”
“Woman, what did you think would happen at a foursome,” Harry laughs and pulls on his stiff dick a few times.Yeah, what was I thinking?
Michael, clearly bored of the conversation, pushes in me without much formality.
“Fuck!” I exclaim.
“That’s the idea, baby girl. Let Daddy back in your mouth,” Harry laughs and pokes at my lips again.
“Okay, stop,” I groan. All three freeze, Michael with his dick half in my vajajay. “Happy to sleep with all three of you. But no bum sex, no fucking baby and daddy talk and no poking at my lips,” I say.
“That’s bollocks,” Graham protests, and gets off the bed. “Call me when it’s my turn!”
Michael starts moving again and Harry seems to have gotten the message. He slides under me and sucks on my nipples whilst rubbing my clit.Oh, okay, now that’s nice.
In the other room, I can hear the sound of loud commentators, the roar of a crowd, and the occasional outburst from Graham.
“Shit, that’s the Champions League final. Hurry up, mate,” Harry moans, his eyes wondering to the open door, my clit completely forgotten. On command, Michael starts moving faster.
“It’s a penalty,” Graham shouts out. “Penalty for Arsenal.”
“Shit,” Harry groans, slides out from under me and runs out of the room.
I try to laugh it off. “I guess football is more exciting than my pussy, huh?”
Michael flips me over and then grins down on me. “To be fair, it’s a big game.”
I don’t know what answer I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.
“Baby girl, I’m so close,” he moans in my ear.Another baby girl.
Michael moves faster but somehow, I’ve lost all interest in being banged. I try to squeeze my muscles to speed this whole thing up a bit and that seems to do the trick.
“Oh yes, yes, that’s it,” he yells as he comes.
