Faithful in Pleasure (7 page)

He caressed her ass cheeks, rubbing and gliding his hands across them. She saw Darius grab something and toss it on the bed next to Houston, but she couldn’t make out much else from her upside down view.

Houston palmed her cheeks, slid a finger along her middle crease, and dipped lower to brush the opening of her pussy.

She couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure.

He removed his hands and she tensed up, waiting, anticipating the fall of his hand on her rear. Instead, she was greeted with the sound of something snapping open. She wiggled a bit and gave a startled gasp as she felt the slick slide of his fingers into the crease of her ass, where he nudged the very tip inside her anus.

Oh, God. It felt so good. She loved the feel of his hands on her ass, probing at her back entrance. She loved anal sex, craved it at times. It was naughty and taboo, and oh, so good.

“More than your pussy will be wet and ready when he’s done,” Cruz promised as he came to stand by them.

She focused on the tanned tops of his feet. Why was she just now realizing how sexy feet could be?

Smack!

She flinched and then relaxed with a moan as Houston brought one hand down across the top of her left cheek. His other hand was still rubbing over her anus, lubing the outside.

“That looks so pretty, Melda,” Cruz crooned. “A nice shade of red against the cream of your ass. Does it feel as good as you thought? Do you want more?”

Houston’s hands returned, but she felt the tube of lube pressed between her cheeks and then the cool glide of more lube as he continued working over her with one hand. His fingers slipped and slid easily now, and he worked one all the way in then slowly pulled it free.

She couldn’t hold back her moan of pleasure. God, it felt so good.

“You’ve taken a cock there before, haven’t you?” Cruz asked.

“Yesss,” she moaned.

Houston thrust two fingers deep into her ass, and his other hand landed a sharp blow across the bottom of her cheek. Cruz leaned in to hold her hips, keeping her steady while Houston spanked and thrust. Darius stepped over to them and moaned while she wiggled and cried out. Her ass was warm, but not on fire. The burn was there, but Houston seemed to be more focused on his fingers fucking her than on spanking her.

“Spank me!” she demanded with a sharp cry, turning her mouth to nip his calf through his jeans. “Spank me hard.”

The fingers tugged free, and he draped his hand over the small of her back, keeping his fingers from touching her as he began a steady rise and fall of his other hand on her ass cheeks. He never hit the same spot twice and the warmth bled into a heat that sunk lower into her pussy with every fresh slap.

She was screaming and moaning as he spanked her, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before another orgasm rocked through her. Houston’s hand stopped before she reached it, and Melda gave a sharp cry of denial.

“No. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Your pussy is soaking his jeans, Melda.” Cruz’s voice washed over her skin. She jolted a bit when she felt his fingers touching her pussy, rimming the opening and teasing her.

“Please,” she begged.

“Not yet, darling,” he said, and she vowed to remember this torture when it was her turn in charge.

He pushed his finger deep, curved it, and rubbed all along the slick walls of her cunt as he pulled it free. Then he did it again, and again with another finger added.

“You want to come?” He purred the question.

“Yes,” she moaned again, trying desperately to work her flesh back onto his fingers, but Houston held her tight against his thighs.

“You’ve already come twice, Melda. We haven’t come at all. Don’t you think that’s unfair?”

No, she didn’t. Not now. Right now, she wanted to come so bad she could taste it.

Houston’s hand fell on her ass again. Once. Twice. Three times, making her cry out as her need burned higher. Her pussy clenched around Cruz’s fingers, soaking the digits with more cream.

“Oh, yeah. This pussy is more than ready to be fucked.”

“Yes!” she cried out in agreement. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

Cruz chuckled again and pulled his fingers free. “Not yet,” he murmured, then his voice hardened with command. “Get on your knees. Now.”

Houston helped her, easing her body back up over his thighs, so she could sink onto her knees. He braced her, and she appreciated the help as the blood rushed from her head back down to her body. When she felt in control, she nodded her head, and Houston stood. His hand went to his jeans and slowly began releasing the top snap and tugging the zipper down over his straining erection.

“You can rest your hands on his thighs. Help him pull those jeans down so you can see how much he wants you.” Cruz spoke, but her focus was on Houston and the decadent treat he was revealing inch by inch to her.

His cock was long and thick with a curve that had her mouth watering at the thought of riding him. She gripped his jeans as he began to push them down and almost ripped them off his legs in her hurry. Masculine chuckles filled the air as Houston hurried to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it from his shoulders. He stepped out of the jeans when she worked them to his ankles and kicked them behind him out of the way.

“I think he needs you to show him how much you like what he has to offer,” Cruz said. “Go ahead, Melda. Suck his dick.”

Houston held his hands at his sides while she leaned in and took him in her mouth. God, he tasted good. She leaned closer, using his thighs to brace her hands as she took as much of his shaft as she could. He hit the back of her throat, and she gagged for just a second before she breathed through it and swallowed around him.

“Fuck,” Houston grunted, and she felt his body tense.

“Our girl likes to deep throat,” Cruz murmured. “I’m going to want to feel that myself, darling. I bet Darius does too.”

Melda moaned around Houston’s shaft as she moved her mouth back and forth over him, taking him to the back of her throat every four or five passes. She could feel him swelling, knew he was close when Cruz ordered her to stop.

“That’s enough for now.”

Houston stepped back quickly, panting as if he’d just run a marathon instead of had his cock sucked. Cruz held his hand out to her, helping her get to her feet.

“Can you take us all at once?” he asked. “One cock stuffed up your pussy, another buried in your ass, and a third brushing the back of your throat?”

“Yes.” She wasn’t sure if she could handle it or not, but she wanted it, wouldn’t accept anything less at this point.

“Darius is ready for you.” Cruz nodded toward the bed where Darius already reclined, a condom rolled on his cock. “Houston’s going to fuck that beautiful ass that’s still blushing from his hand, and I’m going to feel that throat. Sound good to you?”

She nodded, too overwhelmed with anticipation to speak. She would have never guessed eighteen months ago when she wrote a letter addressed “Dear Soldier” that it would all come to this.

Cruz helped her onto the bed and Darius sat up to guide her as she shifted into place over his lap. Her knees pressed into the bed next to his hips, and he nipped her straining nipple with his teeth before lying back once more and holding his cock up for her.

“I want you to put that cock inside you, Melda, with one hard downward thrust of your hips. Take him all the way. Don’t stop. You’re so wet you won’t have any problem, darling. And Darius wants to be in you badly.”

She grit her teeth. She knew he’d let her take Darius in, but he wouldn’t let her ride him like she wanted to. She braced one hand on Darius’s muscled belly and used the other to grip his cock just above where he held it. He jerked in her hand, and his hand dropped down to the bed beside him.

She took a deep breath and placed him so he breached her opening. So good. He felt perfect. Thick enough that he’d rub all along her walls as she took him deep.

“Now,” Cruz commanded, and she sunk down on Darius.

They both moaned as she kept pressing until her ass brushed his skin and his cock was buried fully inside her. Both of her hands were on his belly, and she gave a little twist of her hips, grinding against him before he could grasp her and hold her still.

“Now bend forward and lay on his chest. Let him feel those nipples. And hold real still while Houston works his cock up your ass.”

She glanced back to see Houston behind her, his cock sheathed and slick with more lube as he waited to join them.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as she slowly eased down to lay on Darius’s chest. Her hips shifted, and though his cock wasn’t quite as deep at this angle, she still had the urge to ride him until she came. She closed her eyes and focused on breathing.

The bed dipped and adjusted as Houston moved behind them. His legs were wide, sliding just outside hers as he positioned himself. His hands spread her back checks, and she felt his cock run along her crease before he let the head lodge against her anus.

“Ready?” Cruz asked.

“Yes,” she moaned and Houston pressed in.

She felt that first bite of pressure as he breached and kept going. Then the delicious burn started as her ass struggled to accept him. Then there was something new and different, an intense pressure that had to be from already having Darius filling her pussy with his cock. She felt stuffed, and as Houston finally seated his cock completely in her ass, she wondered if they’d even be able to move.

“Doing okay?” Cruz asked, and she felt the brush of his fingers through her hair where it had fallen over her face.

She nodded.

“Darius is going to help you lift up a bit now,” Cruz told her. “That way they can both fuck you at the same time. And I’m going to stand up here and see if I can’t give you something to muffle the screams of pleasure you’ll be making.”

She groaned as their hands moved her. She didn’t care how they wanted her at this point. She was so on fire with the need to come she’d stand on her head if they told her to, or at least she’d try to.

Cruz’s fingers caught in the top of her hair and tugged her, so she looked up at him. He held his cock out and she opened wide. He nudged the head between her lips and kept going until she felt him just shy of the back of her throat. She had one hand braced on Darius’s chest and the other on Cruz’s thigh.

“Tap my thigh when you want me to go deeper,” Cruz said. “And remember one thing, darling. If you stop sucking, they stop fucking.”

She was going to die.

“Which means they don’t start fucking until you start sucking,” he said, prompting her into action.

She tightened her lips and sucked.

Cruz nodded his head, and Houston eased back until only the head of his cock remained in her ass. Then he thrust deep and Darius pulled back. It was slow and easy at first as they found their rhythm. She could do little but hold herself steady and let them have their way with her. She concentrated on sucking Cruz’s cock, hoping if she made him come, he’d let her come. She wanted to come badly; she could feel the orgasm building inside her and knew it was going to be more intense than the previous two.

“That’s it,” Cruz crooned as he fucked her mouth. She tapped his thigh, and he drove deep, gagging her for a second before she swallowed and breathed out. “Fuck, darling. You feel so good. I’m going to come soon. Slap my thigh if you want me to pull it out,” he panted.

She curled her fingers around the back of his thigh, trying to convey without words exactly where she wanted him to spill his cum.

“Oh, God, Melda,” he said. “It’s so good. I wanted to fuck your pussy, but I won’t last. You’ve had me worked up since lunch yesterday when you walked toward us looking like a wet dream and left with that teasing comment about what you’d be sucking.”

Yeah, she had done that. She was losing her focus. Darius and Houston were fucking harder and faster, pounding their cocks into her. She’d be lucky if she didn’t come before Cruz.

“I’m coming,” Cruz moaned then. “I’m coming.” He groaned low and long as she felt the first splash of his cum hit the roof of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked and was rewarded with another jet of the warm salty fluid. She swallowed that then took him into the back of her throat for a second that had him crying out and giving her just a little more.

“Jesus,” he groaned as he pulled back from her. “I came,” he said, and she smiled, wondering if he had thought she might have missed that fact while she was swallowing every drop of his release.

“Thank fucking Christ,” Houston rumbled behind her. “We were idiots when we agreed to that.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Darius groaned from under her. “Heaven. Your pussy is the sweetest heaven I’ve ever known. I could fuck you forever.”

“You should feel this ass,” Houston groaned. “Like it was made to take my cock.”

It took her a second, but she blamed that on the way their hands were suddenly all over her. “You agreed not to touch me without his permission or to talk to me until he came,” she realized aloud.

“We made it part of our ‘who’s in charge’ agreement,” Houston grunted, coming over her back and nipping her shoulder with his teeth.

She had both hands braced on Darius’s shoulders while he sucked her nipples. This was good, so good.

“Talk later,” she moaned. “Fuck now.”

Masculine chuckles again, but they quickly turned to groans as she clenched around the pistoning shafts in her pussy and ass.

Houston was jerking behind her, and she knew he was close before he even said anything.

“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.” He buried his cock deep and held rigid behind her as Darius continued fucking up into her pussy.

She was so close, but she couldn’t quite reach it yet.

Houston shifted behind her and pulled his cock free. Almost as soon as he moved back from them, Darius had her turned and flat on her back on the mattress.

“Lift your legs, sweetheart,” he urged, and she slid them up to grip his hips, opening herself wider.

She slipped one hand down her body to where they were joined and traced around her clitoris.

“That’s it,” Darius said. “Make that pussy come for me. Milk my cock. I want to feel your orgasm around my dick.”