Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she walked along the dirt trail leading up into the forests above the Clit. Her summer dress fluttered in the wind, but she wasn't sure how much of it was Rober's magic or the breeze that rolled off the bay kilometers away. After the last half kilometer, she didn't really care either since every caress of wind against her inner thighs and along her ass brought a tremor of anticipation that kept her hot and slick.
“I never get tired of this view,” said Rober from behind her. He carried a basket of food in his hand with his other hand in his pocket. When she glanced back, she could tell that he had been hard for some time judging from the tiny wet spot on the front of his trousers.
“Oh?” she asked, knowing full well that he was looking at her ass. She never thought of it sexy, but Rober's attention was hard to deny there was something about her rounded buttocks.
“The most perfect cheeks,” came the solemn reply. “There is nothing better.”
Quinn grinned and straightened, arching her back slightly so her ass and breasts stuck out.
Ahead of her, Skein watched with a smile on his lips. He had a large bundle with him, the rest of the picnic supplies. His eyes trailed down her body, the gaze hot enough she could feel it dancing across her skin. It made her feel beautiful, the way he looked at her.
Rober came up next to her, his hand sliding up against her ass. Even with his large grip, her buttock was too large to fit in his palm. The rounded bum felt right in his grip, even when he tightened it and two fingers slid down the line of her ass.
She moaned and leaned into him.
“You like that?”
She could only respond to the touch that set her on fire. She knew that he was going to do more, a lot more, but there was nothing to prepare her. Instead, the anticipation throbbed in his clitoris and her stomach ached from the fluttering. Slowly, she nodded.
Skein tilted his head. “Come on, the perfect spot is just up here. You're both going to love it.”
With Rober's hand still on her ass, Quinn had to slip her arm around his waist for balance. Together, they walked up the last few meters to the top of the path and then looked down over the ridge.
It was a meadow filled with wild flowers, there were thousands of colors rippling across the rolling hills until they reached a thick line of trees in all directions. A stream cut through the middle of it, forming a small pond in the middle before cascading across rocks as it slowly wound its way back toward the city and the bay.
“Fuck, dude,” said Rober as he clutched Quinn tighter. “When did you find this place?”
Skein grinned widely. He turned and walked back to Quinn, coming up on her other side and slipping his arm around her waist. Their two limbs touched behind her back, but where Rober grabbed her ass, Skein's hand slipped around Quinn's ribs to cup her breast. “Stumbled on it when we were doing a search and rescue a month ago. I got this far before they called us back. I thought if I ever had a pretty girl, I'd take her up here.”
Quinn's body burned between the two men. Rober's fingers sliding against her ass crack was distracting, but to have Skein's fingers stroking her aching nipple made it just as hard to concentrate on their words.
“I remember that. I got sewer duty that time.”
“You just told the fang lord to go fuck herself. You earned sewer duty that time.”
“Yeah,” Rober chuckled before he wormed his fingers into Quinn's tight ass, wiggling toward the tiny opening.
Quinn whimpered and tensed. The touch against her sphincter was new, forbidden. It also sent tiny sparks of pleasure coursing through her body. As she arched away from it, her nipple ground into Skein's palm.
Rober leaned into her, brushing his lips against her ear before he whispered. “Trust me, you'll like it.” He tapped his finger against her asshole.
Shivering, Quinn worked her mouth for a second before she could get a whisper out. “Isn't that… dirty?”
“Why do you think I got the cleansing rune. I bet this—” His fingertip caught the tiny opening of her ass and pressed in, grinding the fabric of her underwear against the delicate skin. “—is the sweetest thing I'm going to taste today.”
Quinn gasped. She didn't know if he was literal nor not, but the idea of having someone's tongue against her ass… she thought about how good it felt when his finger caressed it; to have something slick against the tight opening would be incomprehensible but also hot. And if the rune really did what it was suppose to be, then he really could lick her most private of places. The idea of it caused her body to respond, a wet heat that poured out of her and dribbled down her thighs. The smell of her excitement wafted around them. A trembling pulse coursed along her skin.
He drew his finger down, tracing the bump of her perineum and then twisting his wrist to press against her sex. “Don't worry. I'll be giving this enough attention too. It's a little web.”
“I-I… I've never done… any of this.” It was hard for Quinn to speak over the pounding in her ears.
Skein's fingers tightened on her breast. “You still want to? We can stop, if you want.”
Quinn couldn't turn down the heat boiling inside her. “N-No. I want it.”
“Well,” Rober said, “then let's get fucking.”
“Rober,” snapped Skein.
She could only blush and pant as the two men walked her down and across the field, paving a path through the long stalks as they made their way to the pond near the center.
They set up in a daze, Quinn's head reeling as she tried to keep from ripping off her clothes. She wanted them, both of them, more than she could handle. She didn't know how it would work out, she didn't know what it would feel like, only that she was about to find out. The anticipation fluttered in her belly and soaked her pussy.
Finally, the blanket had been spread out and the food set aside. Rober had stolen some of it, a hunk of cheese, and devoured it while they were making a comfortable spot. The edge of the blanket rested against the pond shore, it was only a few centimeters between laying on the blanket and falling into the water.
Quinn straightened, unsure of what to do.
Skein responded by coming up front of her, his muscular chest broad against her. “Ready?”
She nodded, her body trembling.
He was gentle, cupping her breasts with both hands and rolling her nipples against his fingers. The little touches were hot and stole her breath away. She stared down at him, watching the mounds shifting in his grip and seeing the touches an instant before the sensation coursed through her body.
Slowly, Skein pushed the dress off her shoulders and pulled down, exposing her breasts to the warm summer air. Her skin tingled with anticipation, her nipples were dark against her pale skin.
“By the Three Gods, you are beautiful,” whispered Skein. His naked touch on her nipples felt good, intense and hot.
She reached out for something for balance but then Rober came up behind her and wrapped both of his hands around her waist. She smiled and leaned into him, enjoying the musk of his growing excitement and the hard ridge that pressed against her buttocks.
Skein kissed her, grinding her between himself and Rober. His lips were hot and hard, commanding. His hands never left her breasts, but his grip tightened as he held her tight with the sides of her tits overflowing his hands.
She moaned and clutched to him, enjoying the pressure of both men grinding her between them.
Skein was hard too, his cock tented the fabric of his jeans and pressed against her belly. She wanted to see it, to touch it, but it was hard to ask for anything at the moment.
Rober's hand tugged on the dress, pulling it down over her taut belly. Rough fingers slid against her belly button before delving underneath the fabric. She gasped as he found her pubic mound and slid over it, curling two fingers into the soaked seam of her sex.
Skein twisted her nipple playfully just as Rober caught her clitoris between his fingers. Quinn let out a gasp, her body shuddering and a flood of more heat poured out of her. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was close. She swooned but the two men easily held her.
Rober chuckled. “You like that.” It wasn't a question, but a fact as he rocked his fingers against her clitoris. Every touch against the soaked nub sent shocks of pleasure coursing through her. He was firm but steady, rolling her clitoris just as Skein tweaked her nipples.
Quinn opened her mouth to accept Skein's kisses, but she couldn't find any words to say. She rocked back and forth, the tiny movement bracketed by two hard cocks.
Breaking the kiss, Skein smiled and then caressed her chin. She lifted her head as he planted a line of kisses down her throat, collar, and then to her breasts. Every centimeter he approached her aching nipples, she whimpered louder, needing to feel his lips against them.
Skein lifted her breasts to his mouth and then took one of the nipples into his lips.
When he sucked for the first time, a liquid pressure, it sent a bolt of pleasure slammed into her belly. The heat increased as she arched her back as far as it would go, grasping tightly as Skein's shoulder and Rober's hip.
“Fuck, you're hot,” breathed Rober. His cock had soaked through the fabric of his jeans and her skirt; she could feel the moist heat tickling her skin. “Think you can stand on your own? Because I want a taste too.”
Quinn nodded, unsure if she could retain her balance.
Rober let out a guttural moan as he pulled his fingers from her sex and hooked on her dress. He kissed her, not a trail of delicate caresses, but a hard line as he knelt down and shoved her dress to the ground.
Stunned, Quinn shivered as he landed heavily on the blanket, his lips planting a final kiss against her tailbone.
She was naked. Naked in front of two men she had only met three days before. Naked knowing that she was about to have sex, real sex, for the first time. Wave of pleasure and anticipation fluttered in her body, gathering at her nipples and backside as the two men kissed it.
“You know what I love about this ass?” Rober grabbed each cheek with his hands and pulled them apart. The warm summer air and his hot breath caressed her sphincter and pussy. She shivered, trying to imagine what was going to happen.
“Shut up,” murmured Skein with his mouth full of tit.
“You have the rounded, most fuckable ass I have ever seen. It is made for fucking. Made for pounding.” He pulled her far apart, exposing her, before letting her go.
Her cheeks bounced together before settling into place.
He pulled them apart again, his thumbs caressing her sphincter.
Quinn whimpered at the touch, rocking her hips. She wanted him, needed him to do something more.
“I have never seen a woman made for sex like you. You are singularly the most fuckable woman. With your lips, ass. And,” he released her left cheek to draw his finger along her pussy.
Quinn trembled at the touch, whimpering for him to press inside her.
“Fuck, even your cunt is perfect. Like a statue of a wet dream.”
Skein said nothing as he mauled her breasts, squeezing and rolling them in his palms as he switched to her other nipple. The liquid touch brought more heat to her body, the world swam around her as she clutched his head for balance.
“But,” Rober whispered, “I've been thinking about one thing ever since I saw you.”
“What—?” The question halted in her throat as Rober pulled apart her cheeks and jammed his face between them. Quinn started to pull away, but Skein held her firmly in place as she felt Rober's scrubby beard against her inner cheeks, the rough intruder to her most secret of places.
And then his tongue pressed against her sphincter. At first, it was only a slick pressure but then her body exploded into pleasure as he traced around her opening, touching her in a way that she didn't think was possible. His tongue slathered around the wrinkled opening, touching, caressing, and pushing against the clenched sphincter.
Quinn's throat froze as her entire world focused on his tongue.
Skein chuckled and held her tight.
Rober lapped harder, using the tip of his tongue to press against the opening before sliding it in a lazy spiral. His fingers held her cheeks apart, a firm grip of rough fingers that somehow contrasted with the wet pressure that burrowed against her hole.
“I-I-I….” A sound escaped her through, but there was no thought behind it. She tried to concentrate to speak, but it was impossible to move her attention away from the tongue that speared her anal ring. The pleasure that radiated from the opening burned to her clitoris and nipples, an intense flame of pleasure building up underneath her skin.
“That got your attention,” whispered Skein. He twisted his grip, grinding his palms against her nipples as he pawed at the sides of her breast. He pressed up against her, his cock hard as it soaked through his jeans. It left a smear of pre-cum against her naked belly.
Rober shifted closer and tilted his head back to flick at the base of her vulva before delving back into her ass. The sensation of being impaled, though only a tiny amount, left her sinking into his grip, her feet slipping from the ground as Rober held her up with his own body.
Skein dug his fingers into her breast and pulled her tight against his body. Their lips caught and he kissed her, driving her down into the tongue that laved against her sphincter, impaling the slick opening repeatedly.
She moaned into the embrace, her fingers clutching air as she was trapped between the pleasures of two men. Every bolt of pleasure jerked her around, but she was trapped. Helplessly, wonderfully trapped. She forced her hands against Skein's chest, pawing at them like a kitten as she moaned into the kiss.
Rober's tongue was persistent, driving deeper into her body. It felt like a click finger that twisted unnaturally, worming its way past a tightness and deeper into her. The sensation of being impaled ignited a deeper pleasure inside her, a boiling cauldron that threatened to explode.
Quinn had orgasmed before, but it was quick flash of pleasure, not a volcano about to burst. It scared her, feeling the pleasure build. She tightened and relaxed her muscles, sinking around Rober's tongue with only the death-like grip on her tits holding her up.
Skein squeezed tighter, fingers digging into her delicate flesh, but the discomfort only increased the flames inside her.
She rocked into Rober, her hips moving without her thought. The wet noise of his lapping drifted through her dark curls and over her moans as she clung to Skein with desperation, terrified that the orgasm building inside her would kill her.
Rober squeezed his hands, fingernails digging into her ass, and then relaxed. He was kneading at her, holding her tight against his mouth as he attacked her sphincter, impaling it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue.
It was too much for Quinn. She reached back and grabbed Rober's hair, pulling him tight as the pleasure reached a crest. Her other hand clawed into Skein's chest, tearing fabric as she finally exploded.
White-hot flames exploded from her ass, ripping through her veins with unstoppable force. Every muscle in her body tightened painfully. She couldn't breathe, but it didn't matter, her entire world had turned inside out as she felt the orgasm burning its way through her body.
She screamed into Skein's mouth, her voice guttural and high-pitched at the same time. Liquid poured out of her pussy, soaking her thighs and Rober's face as she drove her hips back, trying to eek out every gram of pleasure from his mouth.
The pleasure reached a second crest and she almost blacked out. But then, she was on the picnic blanket, her limbs shuddering as the two men crouched over her. She panted as she looked up at them, a grin on her face and the aftershocks still wracking her body.
“Fuck, she's sexy,” said Rober. His face was soaked, dripping with her juices.
Skein could only nod.
Slowly, the pleasure ebbed out of her, leaving her limp against the scratchy blanket.
“You okay?” asked Skein.
“I-I,” Quinn gasped for the words, “More.”
Rober laughed. “Yeah, she's good.” He wiped his hand across his face, sopping up the juices, and then licked his lips. “Very good.”
Skein sat down heavily next to her, blood oozing from his chest from where she scratched him. His cock was rigid inside his jeans, the tip of his length soaking through the fabric. With a deep breath, he asked, “How about we cool down a little?”
Quinn didn't want to wait. She reached out for him, her shaking hand brushing against his crotch. Even through the fabric, she could feel the heat seeping. When she picked up her hand, she saw a translucent strand of pre-cum connecting their bodies.
She clenched her thighs together. The squelch of her soaked pussy brought a grin to her lips and a faint tremor from the remembered orgasm. “I-I never… had… it's never been so hard before.”
“Well,” Rober said as he thumped into a sitting position, “that's because you are an absolutely fuckable woman who finally found the men of her dreams.”
Quinn never left her eyes from the moisture gathered on Skein's tip. She lowered the tip and rolled through the slickness that had gathered in the fabric. “I…” She smiled. “You think I'm fuckable.”
Rober reached up and rested his hand at the small of her back. “If you didn't just come in probably the most spectacular way, I'd be trying to get my cock into that tight little ass of yours.”
Her sphincter tightened with her thoughts. “D-Do people really do that?”
Rober chuckled, one finger sliding down her crack. “Fuck pretty women's asshole? Oh… yes. It feels very good. Tight and hot.”
Quinn rolled her finger across Skein's ridge, trailing through the moisture as it jumped with his pulse.
Skein's breath was deep and slow. She glanced up to see him staring down at her, his eyes focused on her finger. He pressed his lips and then relaxed, parting slightly.
She wasn't sure how on which man to focus on. She smiled and decided to speak to both of them. “I haven't had a… cock inside me before. In any… anywhere.”
Skein's shaft jumped underneath her palm.
“I think… I'd like to have it in the proper place before—” She finally broke her gaze on Skein's cock and looked over her shoulder to Rober with a smile, “—I'm willing to try that. Is that okay?”
Rober pulled back, a surprised look. “Really? I don't have to beg?”
Skein chuckled, his voice low and throaty. “Given how much she just came from you rimming her? I'm surprised she isn't crouched down with her ass in the air begging for you to shove that dick into her?”
She nodded sheepishly as her pussy drenched at the images that welled up in her mind. “I-I'm willing to try. It felt really good.”
“Well, then,” Rober said with a grin, “I think it's about time for Skein to introduce you to a cock. And then I can show you a real one,” he said as he stroked the bulge at his real cock.
Quinn slowly turned back to Skein, enjoying how his cock jumped violently against her hand and the pre-cum soaked through the fabric. “I'd… like that too.”
Skein grunted as he stood up sharply. He fumbled with his jeans, tugging on the belt before ripping it open and shoving them down. Quinn stared at him, her eyes focused on his cock, the first one she had seen that was hard for her.
He was long than she expected, about two widths of her palm with a broad head and narrow glans. His shaft was thick also, far wider than the brush handle she used to broke her hymen years ago. It hung low, jumping with his pulse, and slightly to the right.
At the sight of it, she let out a soft moan. She had never had a cock like that before, but she knew where it belonged. She ground her thighs together again, enjoying the super-heated slickness that oozed out of her aching, hairless pussy.
Skein stroked his shaft before pulling his hand away. Thick strands of pre-cum coated his hand. “You… okay?”
Quinn took a deep breath and nodded. She adjusted her body until she could lay back. One hand rested on Rober's thigh as she leaned back.
Rober stroked his hands across her shoulder, helping her down. His strong hands were hot against her skin, but when she settled on the blanket, he kept his palms under her shoulder.
Panting, she smiled at him and then looked down her body, past her large breasts and hard nipples, and then along the mound of her sex. It was glistening with her juices, the hairless skin almost glowing in the sunlight. The smell of their lusts hung heavy in the air around them, mixing in with the wildflowers.
Between her legs, standing with his cock erect, Skein stared with an open mouth. “You are… you are…”
“So fucking beautiful, right?”
“I have never seen….” Skein sank to the ground. His cock jumped with his movement. With a trembling hand, he reached out and pressed her palms against her knees.
Quinn's breasts jumped as she watched his hand. There was only one gate left between him and her unfucked pussy. She couldn't resist him, but he held her. Gulping at her dry throat, she spoke in a whisper. “I won't stop you.”
Skein tightened his grip, the rough fingers scraping against her skin.
“Please? I want you.”
He levered her legs apart, slowly prying them open as his eyes dropped down.
She followed his gaze, her eyes focusing on his cock that jumped into full hardness with a splash of pre-cum drooling out of the tip. His balls were barely visible underneath his thick shaft, the hairy testicles the size of eggs as they swung with his movements.
Rober leaned over, peering at her body. “Did you shave for us?”
Quinn panted. The touch of heat and the gaze of her lovers against her bare sex was almost as intense as Rober's lapping. “N-No. I… I never grew anything down there.”
Rober reached over her body, the ridge of his trapped cock pressing against her thigh. He ran a finger over her smooth mound, trailing it before sliding down against her slit.
Quinn moaned and parted her legs further, giving both men access to her virginal slit.
“So smooth,” Rober said.
She lifted her hips and rocked them, sliding her body against Rober's questing fingers.
“Hey, Rober?” growled Skein.
“Yeah?”
“Get out of the fucking way.”
Quinn grinned as Rober snatched his hand back.
“Well, excuse me, Lord Skein. Please, teach this sexy woman the real purpose of her body.”
She glanced at him.
Rober winked at her. “To be fucked twelve ways until sundown.”
Her body tensed at the words. She squeezed her nether muscles and her pussy drooled with excitement. Turning back to Skein, she nodded.
Skein inched toward her, walking on his knees as he slipped between her legs. As he did, he pushed her knees up and toward her head.
It was no position that Quinn had heard or seen, but it somehow felt natural as her pussy lifted from the blanket, rising up until her mons bumped against the slick ridge of Skein's cock.
His tip was hot, hotter than anything else. The head had swelled in the last few seconds until it was dark and smooth, the tiny wrinkles disappeared underneath the crown. A droplet of pre-cum oozed along the tip, quivering with his pulse.
Skein grabbed his cock at the base and angled it down, delving through her swollen labia. There was no friction, only the smooth intrusion of a man about to impale her.
Quinn tightened her nether muscles with anticipation. It took effort to relax them, to accept Skein. She only had a vague idea of what it would feel like, but the sensation of his cock sliding up and down her slit was more intense and pleasurable than anything she managed on her own. She didn't know what he would do and the unknowing added a thrill.
Above her, Rober breathed heavily as he stroked his hands along her shoulders and arms. “Fuck, that's hot.”
Skein could only grunt. He stroked his cock along her slit. It thumped against her clitoris, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through her nerves, before pulling it away. Thick strands of liquid connected their tips; the smell of excitement was strong, but it was more than Quinn's sweetness, there was a musky richness that could only come from the men.
He pressed it down, the shaft somehow even larger than before. It looked huge against her tiny opening, but the head easily parted the puffy outer folds of her sex and nestled against her opening.
Trembling and sweating, Skein looked up. “Have you ever had a man?”
Quinn gulped and shook her head. She was exposed to her first, millimeters from being impaled. It was the moment of no return and the only thing she could do was fight the desire to pull him closer.
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck her, Skein,” whispered Rober. His grip on her shoulders grew tighter. He was bracing her for losing her virginity.
She nodded. “Please… keep going.”
Skein's cock somehow swelled even more. It thumped against her, a heavy swollen length poised to impale her. Even with it prying open her lips, with her legs splayed apart by her lover, she wanted to feel it filling her. She needed it.
He leaned forward, just slightly, and the pressure build against her opening. The thick head caught against her inner lips and eased into it, lubricated by her copious juices and his own excitement.
It was nothing like her fingers. It was too larger, too thick, but every stretch and strain as she tried to take him only built up a pleasure inside her. He inched into her, millimeter by millimeter. The smooth head of his cock burrowed deeper with inescapable force.
Quinn moaned and arched her back, her breath coming out rattling as her entire world focused on the cock impaling her.
Rober's hand tightened on her shoulder and he leaned into her. His cock, still encased in his trousers, ground against her ear. She could feel the dampness through the fabric, but even it wasn't enough to tear her thoughts away from the thickness impaling her.
“Fuck,” moaned Rober.
Skein only grunted as he continued to lean into her, his entire body tense as he stared down at the junction of their bodies.
Quinn watched herself, seeing how her lips grew pale as they took on the intruder. It felt like a pole had been shoved into her, but to see her abdomen swell up from the intrusion was almost too much. She felt it inside her, it was huge and swollen and so very hot.
With a whimper, she spread her legs more, not that it would matter.
Skein released his cock and sank his hips into her. His cock forced deeper into her liquid core, encountering only token resistance and pressure.
Quinn's pussy clamped down on his shaft, but he grunted and slid deeper. The unfamiliar sensations of something so large and hot almost overwhelming.
Skein grabbed her ankles and then pulled back.
She whimpered. “No, no, I can take it.”
“I know,” he said with a low, growling voice. He only pulled out a few centimeters and then returned his weight on her. His cock slid back into her, scraping along nerves and sending electric surges coursing through her body.
She threw back her head into Rober's crotch with a moan on her lips.
Skein pulled back and thrust in, working his way deeper. His cock, so large, plowed into her. Every thrust squelched but it didn't matter, all that matter was the heat that burrowed deeper and deeper into her, every thrust driving it into untouched depths.
Before she knew it, his hips were slapping against her buttocks and his thick cock had completely impaled her. Her body was no resistance even when he was balls deep inside her. His heated length easily filled her and every movement slid along her sensitive nerves.
“Fuck,” Rober said as he leaned into her, “she took all of you. I don't think I've ever seen anyone do that.”
Quinn moaned loudly.
Rober pulled back. “Sorry, I have to do this.”
She leaned into Skein's thrusts, her eyes not really seeing anything as Skein accelerated his thrusting. The steady thump of his body shook her from cunt to throat. It felt like he was filling her completely, the wet squelch of his thrusting filling her ears and resonating through her body.
The sensation of being filled completely, stretched obscenely open, was more than she could imagine. She felt complete, as if it was her purpose.
Rober knelt down next to her. His cock, now bare, bounced against her cheek and left a wet smear.
With Skein still driving into her, pounding against her body, she stared at his length. She wasn't sure what to do.
Rober moaned as he held it against her. “Please, with your mouth.”
Quinn's eyes widened. She opened her mouth with surprise.
Before she could ask him how, Rober let out a moan and aimed his cock for her mouth. A heartbeat later, the slick member was against her tongue. It was slick and salty. Reflexively, she closed her mouth on it, holding it inside with her lips.
Skein's thrusting moved her along Rober's shaft. It pumped into her mouth just as Skein was driving into her.
Rober's eyes unfocused as he let out a guttural moan. “Fuck, thank you.”
She tried to smile, but with the unfamiliar shaft in her lips, she couldn't figure out how to do it. It was hard to concentrate with a hard cock pounding into her pussy and something in her mouth.
Rober was longer than Skein, but thinner. He had an arrow-shaped head that tapped against the back of her throat. It was uncomfortable at first, but then the slick splashing as it hammer against her started to feel good. She expected to gag on it, but there was no resistance or struggle as it drove deeper with every thrust.
Skein groaned and pounded harder. His cock slammed into her, driving the entire length into her pussy until his balls slapped against her ass. When he yanked it out, the swollen head burst out of her pussy before hammering back inside.
Her entire world became the two cocks impaling her. She twisted and writhed as an orgasm built up inside her, filling her with a rush of ecstasy that threatened to tear her apart when it finally resisted.
Skein's thrusting grew more violent. He impaled her on his cock and drove her deep before yanking her off. As he pulled out, Rober's cock slipped from her mouth with a splatter of pre-cum against her face.
“Damn,” grunted Rober. He tried to impale her mouth again and Quinn kept it open, but Skein's thrusts were too hard and fast. Quinn could either focus enough to aim her mouth or the pleasure hammering into her. She choose to concentrate on the large cock dominating her cunt.
Her orgasm exploded hard and fast. White-hot power slammed over her as something wet splattered against Skein's belly. Her limbs shook violently as she lost control of everything and became just a quivering knot of pleasure writhing on Skein's cock.
When it ended, she slumped against the ground. There was no tension left in her body. She panted for breath. Her body still shook and she looked up to see Skein's red face bobbing on front of her as he drove deep and hard. Each thrust sent another tiny orgasm ripping through her body, but she didn't have the strength to do anything but accept his length.
Cum splattered against her face. Thick ropes of it blasted across her nose, chest, and tits. She looked up as one strand caught her eyebrow. Rober pumped his shaft as he aimed it against her, painting her with more cum before hitting the ground next to her.
It only took a few more seconds before Skein came. One moment, his swollen shaft was pounding into her pussy, the next he drove it deep inside her and let go. Hot blasts of liquid splashed inside her, flooding her pussy with more juices until it squirted past her tightly stretched labia.
For the longest moment, all three of them froze.
“Fuck,” gasped Skein finally. He dropped against Quinn, pinning her to the ground. Their sweat-slicked bodies settled into place, a pulse of heat filling the air around her as her pussy molding to the pulsating length of his cock still buried inside her.
Rober fell to the blanket, his cock smacking against her face and leaving a thick smear of cum before he settled down. “I agree, fuck.”
Quinn vibrated with her need. She was already for more, but the two men were obviously spent. She clamped her inner muscles around the thick shaft and leaned back, her dark hair catching on Rober's cock and smiled.
Skein lifted his head, his muscular body tense against hers. “What about you, dearest Quinn?”
She opened her eyes. “When can we go again?”