Page 38 of Don't Puck Up

Chris found it, tore it open, and rolled it over V’s cock, his eyes never leaving his face. Neither of us knew what he looked like, the color of his eyes, or whether his lips were pouty or thin. We didn’t know the way he wore his hair, if he even had any, or whether he had a beard. But it didn’t matter. That glow mask had become part of our dreams, a fantasy that had turned out to be better than we ever could have imagined.

“Now, my pretty prey—let’s fuck.”

In one smooth movement, V sat, dragged me down on top of him, and impaled my pussy. I screamed, the intrusion filling me so completely that it catapulted me to the edge of an orgasm. He pulsed inside me, and I moaned, loving how my body could bring him to his knees too.

One hand at a time left my waist, and he hooked my knees over his. Then he spread his legs farther apart. I was laid out, open, and balanced on his shaft. Chris trailed his gaze down my naked body, his breath catching when he saw me stretched tight around V’s girth.

V pulled me down, pressing his cock deeper into me, his hips rocking against mine. Chris pointed his cock toward us, and V moaned. He slid one hand up my spine, holding my hip hard against him with the other, and he pushed my head down into Chris’s lap.

“Suck your husband, Kamirah. Show me how much you love his dick.”

I lashed my tongue against Chris’s slit, lapping up his precum, and both of us moaned. I loved his taste and the way I could milk him for more just by lowering my head and trailing my tongue over the pulsating veins along his cock. I sank down, licking as I went, and, with V’s hand still pressing my head down, I opened my throat and let him into the tight clasp before swallowing. Chris shouted out, and I pulled back a touch only to take him deeper. In this position, I was impaled at both ends like a spit roast, and I fucking loved it.

But V wasn’t moving, and I needed him to. With one hand bracing myself on the couch, I reached for him with the other to try and pull him closer. Instead, he sucked on my fingers, wetting them.

Starbursts of sensation exploded behind my closed eyes, and I choked out a cry. My clit pulsed and my pussy contracted, tightening around him. He rolled his hips slowly, and I moaned long and low.

He pulled my fingers out of his mouth with a pop and ordered, “Slide them into your husband and fuck him, sweet thing.”

Chris was quick to shuffle out of his suit pants, the expensive material soon a discarded pile on the floor with my own.

V rolled his hips, and I cried out again, desperate for more. I found purchase against the table he was sitting on and slid my wet fingers down Chris’s sac, over his taint, to his hole. I circled his rim, and he widened his legs, giving me more access. He was sprawled out on the couch like a king on a throne, and I was ready to worship him.

His hole gripped me tight when I pushed inside, and V did the same to me, slipping his finger into my ass. I moaned around Chris’s dick and was rewarded with a burst of precum on my tongue. I pressed my finger inside him to the second knuckle and pushed off with my feet, sliding off V’s cock until I could feel his cockhead at my entrance. Then I pushed back, fucking myself on him and sucking Chris at the same time. V slipped his hand under me and found my clit. His long, strong fingers played me like a musical instrument, hitting all the high notes.

I was wild, completely out of control. Desperate for the orgasm I was chasing, I moved, fucking myself on both dicks inside me. I wanted more in my ass, so I added another finger to Chris’s. He moaned and I tasted more of him, then found his prostate and rubbed that fucker until his legs were jumping and his balls were drawn up tight.

His breathing became ragged, and I sucked in a breath once he was out of my throat.

Spit landed on my hole, and then another finger was added. The burn was intense, and the sharp bite of pain mixed with the overload of sensation from these two men shot me into orbit. I cried out as my orgasm crashed into me, and my pussy tightened around V’s dick. I couldn’t stop moving. I needed more. I needed to come again before I’d even landed from the high of this one.

But Chris had other plans. He stood up, my fingers falling from his ass and his cock leaving my mouth, then he pushed me back against V’s chest. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my back, the steely erection in my pussy. I wanted more.

Chris leaned down and spoke into both our ears as he slowly stroked his cock.

"Bedroom now. I need to be inside you, baby, and I need V's dick in me. I want my reward."

He tugged on my hand, but I didn’t need to be told twice. I scrambled up and followed him, trusting that V would come too. We weren’t disappointed. He’d taken the time to lose his clothes, and the only thing now covering his glorious body was the mask. I stared at him. It was the first time he’d bared everything for us—well, everything except his face. He was stunning, carved from granite. He wasn’t as bulky as Chris, but he had him on height by a good few inches. My mouth watered at the deep V that led to his thick cock, which was bobbing as he moved.

V ripped the covers off the bed and opened the nightstand drawer to pull out a bottle of lube, a dildo-shaped butt plug, and a condom. He’d come prepared. I huffed out a laugh and said, “Boy scout.”

He chuckled as Chris shifted behind me, sliding his hands down to cup my breasts and flick his thumbs over my nipples. V slid onto the center of the bed, his eyes never leaving ours as he lay down.

"Both of you straddle me. Boy, slide this into your sexy wife." He lubed up the plug and handed it to Chris as I got situated, my knees at his waist and my hands on either side of his head.

“Higher, sweet thing. Want to see Chris eating you out as I prep him for my cock.” I shuffled up, my knees on either side of his head, but I paused. If I straddled his face, he wouldn’t be able to breathe, between my thighs and his mask. I shifted to my feet planting them at his shoulders and bent at my waist. I gripped the padded headboard for balance and braced myself as the bed dipped when Chris climbed on. The cold of the lube was a shock to my overheated body, but I was already wound tight again. I wanted the plug in my ass and a cock in my pussy.

Chris eased it in as if he was fucking me in long, smooth strokes. I moaned, the stretch so delicious. The moment the base hit my rim, he reversed course and fucked me in short, sharp thrusts. Splayed out likethis, being fucked in the ass with a black dildo, my breasts bouncing, and V’s eyes on me was enough to shoot me over again. I cried out, my empty pussy pulsing with another orgasm.

“Fuck yeah,” V moaned. “Come as many times as you can, sweet thing. I want your pussy dripping on me. Want you to flood me with your juices.”

I heard thesnickof the lube cap again, and Chris moaned. I looked down and followed the length of V’s arm to where he had his fingers buried inside Chris. I had no idea how many fingers he had inside my man, but it was enough to make Chris’s movements with the dildo choppy.

He leaned forward and licked a stripe up my pussy and my eyes closed on a moan. I was reduced to a mass of nerve endings sparking as he lit me up with his tongue and the latex cock he was fucking me with. I rode his face, need overwhelming me.

"Oh God,” V cried out a desperation in his voice I hadn’t heard before. “Too good. Jesus. Chris. Fuck. No condom. Need to get off me."

“Can’t,” Chris rasped, his voice equally wrecked.