Those In The Forest

Part 90: Rose

Reagan coached us on how to put the strap-ons on. It was honestly very embarrassing to put on, but our arousal blocked out all the shame. In the end, we only decided on me and Iris having them on, leaving Hazel, Ivy, and Reagan to our mercy.

          Iris was seated behind a presenting Reagan. She looked so pretty on her hands and knees. Her pussy was so wet it was dripping down her thighs. It made my mouth water.

         She swayed her ass back and forth. "I'm waiting." she taunted.

          Iris gripped Reagan's hips and positioned her own hips so she could slide in her dick.

          Reagan reached up, gripping the headboard. I could hear the wood cracking as Iris moved deeper inside her. The second Iris bottomed out, Reagan snapped the headboard into pieces.

          "FUCK!" She clenched her eyes shut, snarling like a mad woman. I saw every muscle in her body tense as Iris moved her hips slowly, waiting for Reagan to adjust to her.

          Looking over at Hazel and Ivy, I saw they were pouting at me. Looking between my eyes, breast, and the silicon cock between my legs.

          Crawling over to me on the bed, Ivy gripped the cock, keeping her eyes locked in with mine. "Fuck me," she said huskly.

          Reagan and Iris's combined moans turned my brain to mush. The way Iris and Hazel looked at me like predators to prey, I'm betting that at least one of us will black out tonight. 

           "Shit! Iris, harder. I'm not delicate anymore. Ruin me!" Reagan moaned into the sheets. The very sheets that Reagan had cuddled herself up in before all of this even occurred.

          "Rose," Hazel whined, "Please."

          Pushing Ivy back onto her back, I crawled between her legs. Before I positioned myself, I turned to Hazel. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers while I fuck her."

          Something flashed across Hazel's face. Nodding her head, she moved behind me, placing her hands on my ass. I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face when I looked down at Ivy, who looked like she was about to kill me if I didn't get inside her within the next few seconds.

Ivy can get very impatient in bed. It just depends on what's not being done. And right now, what wasn't happening was me not thrusting inside her.

I gasped when Hazel placed her fingers on my entrance. Knowing I couldn't keep Ivy waiting anymore, I placed the tip of my cock between her slit. Ivy was absolutely soaking. I was surprised she lasted this long without me.

Ivy's entire face twitched when I pushed inside her. She was so wet that there was barely any resistance.

Hazel kept her fingers in place, so every time I pulled out of Ivy and thrust back inside her, I was fucking myself.

Ivy whined and grabbed my hips, pulling me deeper inside her. "Ugh! Rose, please, faster!" she barked at me.

Grinning, I gave her exactly what she begged for. Still on my knees between her legs, I leaned over a bit so Hazel had more access to push her fingers in deeper inside me, and I could get just the right angle for Ivy to come undone for me.

Pumping my hips, I whined in her neck, kissing, sucking, biting, leaving my mark wherever I could.

          They were mine—all of them. Forever. There wasn't a time stamp on us anymore. Deep down, I had my fears about when Reagan was human. While she was a strong person, anything could have happened. Human diseases, freak accidents, and what I was most scared of... her aging.