The man in my ass erupts immediately.
“Shit her butt’s so tight!” he screams as his penis pulses with man milk, spraying jism deep into my anal chamber. “Oh FUCK!”
“Keep sucking,” Cross whispers harshly, a dark flush appearing on his cheekbones. “Don’t stop, Lily.”
I do as told, slobbering on his tool like a bitch in heat. Meanwhile, the man behind me unleashes lash after lash of virility into my rear end. Then he pulls out, dripping with lust, but the fucking doesn’t cease. Instead, the second man takes his place immediately, pushing his dick deep into my rectum without any warning.
“Mmmm!” I scream again, a second anal orgasm hitting hard. Stars flash before my eyes as the tips of my breasts tingle, my pussy gushing as my ass is crammed full. “Mmmph!”
The second man grips my waist with his huge paws, slamming hard and deep into my asshole. The sound of our slapping flesh is loud in the bowling alley, like claps of thunder as the man moans deep in his throat.
“Oh shit,” he grinds out. “I can feel your semen sloshing around in her asshole. She’s so fucking wet and sloppy.”
“Yeah, and she took you all the way up her butt in one try,” the first man who fucked me smirks. “What a butt slut.”
Then, I feel the man in my rectum jerk. I can sense his thighs going tight as his six pack clenches. The massive cock in my rear end twitches, and I know what’s about to happen.
“Fuck!” he screams in back of me as thick cream floods my insides like a mighty geyser, hot and abundant. “Goddamn!”
Meanwhile, the first man reaches down to caress my clit as I’m being anally pounded, and that pushes me over the edge. Stars begin to sparkle before my eyes and before I know it, I’m coming for the umpteenth time at the hands of these alpha males. My breasts sway as the world tilts, ecstasy coursing through my veins at light speed.
“Mmmph!” I scream, unable to think, articulate, or do anything but feel as hot heat surges through my pussy. My asshole clamps on the cock within, furiously milking it for semen even as my clit’s pinched and my mouth fucked. “Mmmm!”
But the men aren’t done yet. Cross hurriedly pulls out of my mouth, his shaft emerging wet and glistening, dripping with my saliva. Then, before I realize what’s happened, he’s behind me as the second man pulls out.
“She’s ready for you,” he pants. “Go for it, bro.”
With that, Cross’s thick penis pushes into my asshole. He moves swift and sure, and I scream like a banshee this time, without a cock stuffed down my throat.
“Ooooooh!” is my piercing wail. “Mmmmm!”
My curves shake as that enormous shaft pushes in and out. Am I dying? Am I going to heaven? But the men talk me through the vortex. Barrett and Scott come into view, huge with bronzed skin and knowing blue eyes. Their cocks are thick and shiny from our combined fluids, still dripping with lust to the floor. But they’re gentle with their words as Cross fills my asshole with his throbbing manhood.
“You’re doing so great,” Barrett croons, stroking his big hand over my skull, caressing the long brown curls. “Just a little more.”
“I’ve never met a woman so lush,” Scott praises in a deep voice, his blue eyes glinting. “We love it, baby girl. We love how your asshole’s able to accommodate three men in one session. We love your big tits, and your filthy mouth. We love your thick thighs, and the huge, round moon of your bottom. You were made for us.”
It’s the filthy praise that pushes me over the edge the final time. Before I realize it, my rectum’s clenching on the cock buried inside, the muscles as tight as an iron vise. Pressure builds deep inside my pelvis and then explodes as fireworks ignite before my eyes.
“Yes, make me sparkle!” I wail. “Oh yes yes yes! My asshole is sparkling, Daddies!”
I know the words are silly and the phrasing girlish. But this is how I speak when I’m with my stepfather, and it turns Lionel on. Even better, it does the same to Cross, Barrett, and Scott, and the three men turn into filthy animals. Cross erupts in my ass at my utterance, roaring like a lion as his man milk spurts deep into my back end, mixing with the semen of his friends. Barrett and Scott are no less moved. Scott reaches below my torso to squeeze my big breasts even as Barrett grips my narrow chin with one big hand. When I part my plush lips, he spits into my mouth, those blue eyes glinting with possession as the saliva marks me.
“Yes, sparkle for us, princess. You belong to us, you hear? We’re your Daddies now,” he rasps.
I can’t answer because this situation has spun out of control. I belong to Lionel, not to these men! But something tells me that the world has tilted on its axis and that the previous world order has shifted. Will the man of the house denounce Scott, Cross, and Barrett? Will this break up their decades-long friendship? Or even worse – will there be a physical altercation of some sort? My curves tremble and shake because a fight sounds barbaric ... and yet I’d love the men to battle over me.
8
Lily
Fortunately, there was no fight. Instead, after Scott, Cross and Barrett finished, they carried me to the master bath before depositing me into the huge marble tub. Lionel filled the tub to the brim with steamy water and essential oils, and the four men proceeded to gently caress my curves until I was slick and clean. I might have come a few more times at their hands—I’m not sure. All I know is that I was delirious with pleasure and that the world appeared to be a misty dream, warm and languid with delight.
But this morning, I wake up refreshed in Lionel’s king size bed. The sheets are pristine white, the pillows fluffy, and a warm flood of well-being runs through my veins. Lifting my arms overhead, I let out a wondrous sigh. Has life ever been so amazing? I feel like a lucky heroine who’s just had a magnificent adventure, to return safe and sound to my bed after a magical dream.
But this is actually Lionel’s bed because the California king is like a life raft with its sumptuous pillows, acres of bedding, and big, soft, fluffy comforter. I turn to look. Lionel’s not here according to the man-size dent on the other side, but it’s okay because I’m used to it. My stepfather often works out like a beast in the mornings, and he’s probably lifting weights or running at light speed on the treadmill in our personal gym.
But then I blink and catch sight of a broad form in the corner, seated in a chair.
