What Happens On Venus . . .: New Adult Group Male POV Romance (3 page)

Watching them fuck was more than I could take. I kept seeping jizz, which lubed up my hand pretty good. She gasped and moaned, but so did we.

Arching up, she unlocked the cocks from her holes and declared it was time for a switch. “Come here you,” she said, beckoning Mitchell and Andrew to join her on the bed. Reluctantly Leo and Dallas made way for the next team.

This time she’d take them differently. Mitchell was tossed on his back and she lowered down on his cock to wet him up. With two hands on her cheeks, she pulled her back door wide and filled her dark tunnel with his cock.

“Oh, fuck! Shit!” he groaned, her tight hole, holding on to his rod.

“Can you handle it?” She bent back, but held herself up.

The lust in his eyes and frantic shaking of his head was a go and Andrew stepped up to the plate. Propping her knees up, he slammed into her wet pussy. Taking him in, the threesome held their positions, for what felt like to me hours before they formed a rhythm and rocked together.

Heather glided back on Mitchell’s cock and Andrew ripped her forward with his. She gave them the home run they’d talk about for years. Their fun was cut short when Mitchell growled, “I’m cumming!”

“Fuck no, wimp!” Dallas snatched on Heather’s arm, ripping her out of position. “Eat me before you allow that four incher to make a mess.” She was pulled over to the edge of the bed. Holding her by the back of the neck, Dallas pushed his cock forward. She automatically opened her mouth and slid her lips around his fat rod. He thrust hard and fast. He was determined to get his first. She licked and sucked up his shaft.

But now Heather’s holes were open for the taking,. Remember her promise of crossing the finish line first, I charged to her and rammed my cock in her pussy. Dallas’ cock muffled her squeals as fucked her harder than before. I’d watched long enough and was ready for my reward.

Holding her by the hips, I pulsed her pussy on my rod, sliding her with one motion to fuck both mine and Dallas’ cock. She grunted with every assault we made in her. “Fuck you feel good.” I rammed into her, blocking out the other men watching, listening only to the wet slapping sounds of our beats.

“Harder, harder,” she moaned between sucks. I gripped her tighter and filled her up. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She pounded on the bed. Pulling away from Dallas, she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. “Fuuuuuuuucccccccck!”

Her pussy lips swelled around my cock, gripping tighter as she gasped, holding her breath
 
with her orgasm.

This was my moment. I pressed into her pumping pussy and unloaded my juice. Shaking and grunting I emptied my sack. “Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I expelled over her until I’d let loose every ounce of mind numbing orgasm I’d built up over the last few hours with Heather.

“Oh, fuck Jimmy.” She knocked her head back. Her chest heaved three times, then she popped up. “Give it to me! All of you!” Greedily she grabbed for dicks to crush the cum from.

Spent from my explosion, I fell back out of the way and watched the unloading begin. Mitchell and Andrew were both already on the edge of cumming when she climaxed. A few sucks exchanged back and forth and they spilled their seed all over Venus.

Streaks of cum landed across her chin, on her tits, in her eyes, and some on her lips. If they were trying to get her to swallow, they were a pretty bad aim.

With the three lightweights out of the way the heavy hitters, Dallas and Leo took their time setting up Heather for their finale. Dallas fingered down her body to her hips. Gripping her tight, he flipped her around to her stomach. He pulled her back to the edge and rubbed on her ass.

“Look at this,” he said, dipping into our mixed juices, spilling form her pussy. “What a mess.” He poked her asshole with his wet finger. “Ready?”

His throbbing stiff rod, rammed forward into her willing back door. She clenched around him. He slapped her ass and grunted forward harder. With Dallas primed and fucking her ass, Leo jumped on the bed.

He lifted her head up and worked his way under her chin. “Power down little lady. “You’re going to swallow very last drop.”

She gulped at the sheer power of his upward thrust, but stretched wide and folded her lips over his long member. Ramming his cock into her, it was clear he had no intention of letting her off gentle. He fucked her hard, wildly jamming his cock deep, all the way in to the back of her throat.

She responded by rocking back, but was slammed forward by Dallas’ cock in her ass. He filled her harder with each shove Leo made in her mouth. She was impaled at both ends. Something had to give. She clawed at the bed, as the men ripped into her.

“Shit! Fuck me!” Dallas released first. He held her hips still and thrust forward, unleashing his load into her hot ass.

“Fuck her! Fuck her!” Leo exclaimed, gripping Heather’s mouth and holding it on to his cock. The two men grunted, groaned, and emptied together, filling her at both ends. Each filled a set of cheeks with their cum.

Falling away when they were finished, Heather was left to sink into the mattress. She gasped for breath, her lungs craving air. She rolled to her side, drenched with sweat, she recovered from the toll all the sex had forced on her body. Staring up at the ceiling, she trembled and looked more ravishing than any other woman I’d ever seen at any moment in my life.

I laid down next to her and smoothed the hair away from her eyes. “Thank you,” I murmured under my breath. I didn’t expect her to hear me. She might not have, but she turned to me and sighed.

“Thanks for inviting me to your party.” She kissed the tip of my nose. Keeping her lips close she said, “Next time don’t invite your friends.”

Next time I saw her, I made sure we were alone. Heather and I are still together. She still wears the Venus costume. But only for me. The sex goddess of love has one master now. And his name is Jimmy.

About the Author

Sharon Love

Thank you for reading this erotic short story. You’ve found an Easter Egg from Jo Henley. You may know that most erotic authors are writing under a pen name. This story as well as all the stories in Sharon’s catalog was written as a bonus to extend the world of the Buckeye Series by Jo Henley.

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