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Elkin eased my hand from around him, rolled the thin latex barrier down his swollen cock, and moved between my spread thighs. Straddling one, he twisted me onto my hip, forcing Terry to abandon my breast and claim my free hand. As Terry tightened my fingers over his thick cock, Elkin dipped his hips and thrust into me from a nearly sideways position.

The hot sac of his balls caressed the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. His unique position, the dual sensation of him inside me and the sway of his flesh along my inner thigh, sent me Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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rocketing into orgasm. My hot sheath milked his pulsing length in rhythmic waves, drawing a guttural cry from his lips as he came in a great, thrusting rush.

My own cry was quickly silenced by warm lips covering my mouth. Garrick had moved to the head of my chaise, his amber eyes heated and commanding as he swallowed my cries of completion. A flicker of something registered in my mind, shied away, and slid into the shadows before I could capture any understanding. As my orgasm eased, his kiss softened to a silky caress of lips against lips, before he drew away and returned to his position on the sofa once again. A quick glance at George had my heart skipping in my chest. He wasn’t watching me. Eyes narrowed, face curiously remote and devoid of expression, he examined Garrick steadily until the other man met his gaze. No battle of wills, but a frisson of awareness scuttled through my body at the exchange. Just as quickly as it had happened, the moment passed and my attention was drawn back to the men worshiping the curves of my flesh.

Vincent replaced Elkin as my attendees dwindled and the audience grew. A temporary lassitude filled me as Vincent arranged my body to his satisfaction by pulling me to the very edge of the chaise and wrapping my thighs about his hips. Rocking forward so just the very tip of his broad, condom-covered penis penetrated the opening of my body, Vincent took his time easing in and out of me. Playing an adept game of cat and mouse, he teased my body into a frenzy with tiny pulses and sudden, deep-plunging thrusts that had my breasts swaying and bouncing.

Vincent had to have been the most practiced lover of the group. His stamina surpassed George’s as he built within my exhausted body a sexual tension that had my head spinning as I gasped for breath. As the spiraling need coiled in my belly, I strained upward, reaching, striving for release. After several thrusts, he grinned wryly at me and, it seemed, allowed himself to climax in deference to the two men patiently waiting their turn.

I could feel the knot tighten within me as Vincent released my hips and slipped free of my clutching body. A hastily muttered conversation between Terry and Aaron led to my 52 Qwillia Rain

servicing both of them at the same time. Aaron slipped between my thighs as Terry slid his thick shaft free of his condom and straddled my chest. Lifting my arms to clasp his waist, Terry pressed his cock past my gasping lips as Aaron sheathed his length within my quivering channel. Holding my head in both hands, Terry rocked his shaft into my mouth, whispering his encouragement as I suckled the turgid length, laving the velvet hardness hungrily.

Aaron worked my cunt like a steam engine at full speed, pushing faster and faster, deeper and deeper in my tightness, scrambling to find satisfaction. Gasping and clutching my hips, Aaron rode his climax in hard, pounding thrusts, while Terry’s orgasm was a salty wash of fluid in my mouth, unhurried, but satisfying. When both men had eased from me, I pulsed, desperate for completion, and turned a pleading look toward George, to find him holding a video camera trained on me. It should have surprised me, but it didn’t. During some of our evenings together, I’d performed for his camera. Masturbating, pleasuring myself with my vibrator or just my fingers while he directed my actions.

Opposite me, Garrick was erect, his palm smoothing the long, hot length of his body as he watched my wet pussy. Rising on shaking legs, I collected a condom from the basket, crossed the few steps to him, rolled the latex over his proud member, and sheathed his tumescence within me, lifting a swollen breast to his lips as I rocked over him, reaching desperately for climax.

The drug wore off three hours later, after I had had each man at least three more times and George had put aside the camera and helped me to another shattering climax. I fell into a light doze, waking just after noon, according to the small, antique mantel clock on the bookcase.

Sprawled half on the chaise and half off, my head resting in Garrick’s lap, I woke to the feel of his penis stirring against my cheek. His fingers threaded through my hair as he guided my mouth to take his shaft inside. Stroking up and down his thick length, I marveled at the Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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scent of his skin. After the hours of fucking, and the number of condoms he’d donned, I was surprised at the clean smell permeating his body.

Swirling my tongue over the bulbous tip of his cock, I lapped at the sensitive vein underneath and the ridge separating the shaft from the head of his penis. Moving farther along his length, I teased the hot sac between his thighs with my fingertips while drawing on his stalk until my cheeks flexed from the suction. Mindful of the sleeping forms around us, I purred against his length, allowing the vibrations to slide along his cock at the same time I cuddled his balls in my hand. Taking my time, enjoying the guttural noises he fought to stifle, I brought him to completion, easily swallowing his passion as a soft, soothing climax coursed through my belly and into my breasts.

Exhausted, the other men remained unconscious around us as Garrick slipped from beneath me, found George’s camera, and turned it on. Arranging the camera angle to his satisfaction, Garrick set the camera down so it faced me, before he returned to the chaise to slip his newly erect length between my lips again. Over and over, we repeated the scene, each time more intense than the last. Four times I came, and each time, Garrick muffled my cries so as not to wake the others. It was as if he wanted to keep the tableau between just us.

The heat in his golden eyes mesmerized me, reminding me of the power George held over my body and my heart. It confused and frightened me to think that there could be another man with the ability to capture my soul. Even as I felt him smooth the hair from my cheeks, a movement in my peripheral vision warned me we weren’t the only ones awake. As one, Garrick and I turned to meet George’s gaze.

Nervous, wary of the emotions roiling within me, I held his green stare until his attention drifted upward. George’s eyes swept over us, analyzing Garrick’s semihard cock, the stroke of his hands over my cheeks, and the cool challenge in his golden gaze, and still George remained motionless. Draped over the armchair Garrick had occupied when I first entered the room, he watched, and then offered the barest nod.

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Garrick rose and helped me to my feet. Around us the other men slept while we made our way to my bathroom. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain, Garrick bathed me, his hands smoothing over my body with the same gentle slide as the pulsing water spraying from the showerhead. Against my hip I could feel his body stirring to life. Still confused at George’s reaction and my own mad thoughts, I tried to step away, get out of the shower.

With my body as tired as it was, I knew I would be unable to resist for long. Garrick caught me before I’d moved far. Clamping an arm about my waist, he turned me to face the wall.

The light scent from the body oil I keep in my shower wafted to my nose. I heard Garrick moving behind me, but was unable to turn to see what he was doing. The crackle of cellophane and the sight of one of the condom packets swirling in the water near the drain reassured at least part of me that his determination to protect me was as ingrained as George’s.

His hands spread the cheeks of my bottom. Fingertips slick with oil, he traced the puckered hole, coating the entrance before forcing his finger within to grease the tight sheath. Sobbing in protest, I tried to pull away. It was no use.

“Open up, Gina,” Garrick demanded, thrusting his finger rhythmically, rubbing oil onto every inch he could reach.

“No,” I croaked. Only George had breached that entrance. Despite the arousal zinging through me at the thought of his hot shaft sinking into my ass, I was determined it remain that way until George decided otherwise.

As if my thoughts had drawn him, George stepped into the shower, his hands holding my face still so our eyes could meet. “Let him in, Gina.”

Water cascaded over his shoulders, splattering into my face, mingling with the tears I knew leaked from my eyes as I shook my head, “I can’t…no.”

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The shower soaked the silver-threaded black waves as he dipped his head and coasted his lips over mine. “It’s there.” He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with joy, amusement, and satisfaction. “The glow, Gina, he brings it out of you. I want to see more.”

His eyes fastened over my shoulder, I was stunned to see him lean forward to brush his lips over Garrick’s. The other man tensed for the barest instant, fingers clutching my hip, before they relaxed and George pulled away, a wry grin lifting his lips. My breasts ached with arousal, my pussy begged for attention, and I could feel the muscles in my ass flutter, desperately squeezing the fingers Garrick continued to thrust into me.

“Do it, baby. Your pussy goes all buttery soft when I’m drilling your ass. And you come so hard for me,” he coaxed. “I want him to feel it, too. I want to see you catch fire as you come.”

Behind me, Garrick’s cock jerked at George’s words. “Do it.” His voice grew forceful as I felt him push the head of his penis against my greased opening.

With George’s mouth on mine, I felt Garrick’s fingers push wide the swollen lips of my pussy an instant before he eased the cool, wet neck of the oil bottle into my damp sheath.

Surprised, I loosened my muscles for a moment, just long enough for Garrick to thrust his thick shaft deep into my ass. Slick with oil, his penis rocked forcefully within me, penetrating me with the entire length of his staff. He withdrew my bottle and set it aside.

His hands gripped my hips, slamming me back to meet each thrust of his hips. Water pounded down over us. George watched me, his eyes holding mine before leaning past my shoulder to capture Garrick’s mouth with his, drowning my cries against his heaving chest.

Moments later I felt the men pull apart, and then George leaned back, and his lips settled over mine, sharing the unique flavors that belonged only to him and Garrick. Against my ear, Garrick gasped, “You’re so fuckin’ tight, so tight. Yeah, that’s it, pump me. Squeeze, squeeze it, baby.”

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He came in a furious rush, his pulsing release detectable even through the latex sheath separating our flesh, while I shuddered and shook, the tense muscles of my pussy clamping and spasming in frustration at being left empty.

Even as I came back to my senses, I realized George had left us. Though the taste of his kiss and the warmth of his touch lingered on my lips and cheeks, it was Garrick’s heat against my back, his arms around my waist that held me upright as the water spilled over us.

Slipping his semierect cock from my body, Garrick shut off the water and eased us out of the shower. Disposing of the condom, he ripped open another packet and rolled a second sheath on before moving us out of the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies. The shower must have wakened the men. When we entered my living room, George was rubbing at his wet hair with a towel while the other four men were watching, their erections straining upward like sentinels on duty. Another wine bottle with its sexual potion passed from man to man, and then to me. With Garrick at my back, his cock thick and hard again and pushing at my ass, Vincent pressed the mouth of the bottle to my lips and held it there until I had swallowed the last few ounces of the drink.

Easing the bottle from my lips after I took the last of the doctored wine in, Vincent eased his latex-covered dick into my cunt, filling my hot depths. Stepping carefully backward, he drew me down with him onto the chaise, and Garrick followed, his penis sliding past the sore muscles of my anus until he’d measured his full length into my ass. I rode their thrusting bodies for several seconds before Elkin stepped forward. Threading his fingers through my hair, easing my head up and back, he pushed his stiff cock past my lips.

Vincent suckled my breasts while I suckled Elkin. Each man came within seconds of each other, but I was not allowed a rest. As soon as they eased from my body, Terry, George, and Aaron stepped forward to replace them.

The aphrodisiac kept me clamoring for satisfaction for the remaining hours of the afternoon. Each man had me orally and vaginally, working in pairs until every inch of my mouth and pussy ached from their attentions.

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Only George and Garrick entered my ass. If any of the other men attempted to voice a protest, chilling green and gold glares silenced the words. My heart swelled at their understanding of my need to keep that one part of me solely theirs. Odd as it may sound, I felt cherished, adored, simply because George and Garrick refused to allow anyone else to possess what was theirs.

As evening fell, I realized a day and a half had passed since I’d wandered, unaware, into George’s surprise. Although sore and sensitive to the touch, my body hummed in heightened arousal as I overheard a whispered conversation between the men.

Unsure of what I was hearing, I remained still, sprawled on the living room floor, Terry and Aaron smoothing body oil over my body after my last shower a few minutes earlier. This time George allowed me to bathe in private, scrubbing away the sweat coating my body.

As they worked the oil into my breasts, the tips tightened in arousal and my legs spread and shifted restlessly against the sheets laid on the carpet. Garrick joined us as George stepped out of the room.

“Get her onto the chair.” Garrick ordered softly. Since the shower, he’d become George’s equal in determining the events of the afternoon. When one of the men had stepped forward, cock bare, and attempted to fuck me, he and George had growled a warning. Even knowing the other men carried no diseases, George and Garrick were taking no chances. That bit of me that reveled in their dominance warmed at the protection they provided me.