Four

Wynne

"God, you feel so fucking good, princess," Zeph growls lowly into my ear. "This pussy is going to ruin me. It takes my cock So. Fucking. Well." He emphasizes each of those last three words with a steady slam of his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper into me with each one.

"Cum for me, Zephyros," I moan wantonly. "Put a fucking baby in me." My mouth has gone completely rogue, the pleasure I am feeling working to completely disconnect it from my brain.

Hands wrap around my shoulders from behind me, sliding down my chest and kneading my tits in rough palms. "You sure you want his baby, and not mine, love?" Sully whispers. "I'm more than happy to trade places with him and fuck a baby or two in ya." His fingers working my nipples into tight peaks only succeeded in making me more desperate to cum.

"Mmmm, Rommy, no. If you stop fucking my ass right now, I just might have to kill you," I moan, craning my head back to bite his lip as he and Zeph fill both of my holes.

A hand reaches from beside me, strong fingers digging through the mass of my curls to cup my skull, gently turning me to the side. Brock's thick cock, dripping with my saliva and his pre-cum, bobs in front of me. "Less talking, more sucking, Ladybug," he urges. "Unless ya want me to cum on your tits, instead."

The idea of him spraying me with thick, hot ropes of his cum has me moaning around him as I take him back into my mouth as far as I can fit him. The vibrations are obviously working in my favor, since I can feel his dick twitch and swell impossibly thicker with each sound that escapes my throat, encouraging me to suck harder and faster. My whole body rocks with the effort of chasing not just my own release, but theirs as well.

Zephyr grabs my hips even tighter, pounding in perfect rhythm with Sully. The feeling of them grinding my sensitive flesh between them sends me almost to my peak. My entire body tenses as I reach my crescendo.

Just as I moan the start of what is quite possibly the most powerful orgasm of my life, I jolt awake. My heart is pounding, my slick core is throbbing in time, and I'm breathing like I just finished a marathon in record-breaking time. I clench my thighs tightly, trying to relieve the ache my body feels from waking up empty.

I am trying to comprehend how my brain managed to create such an insane fantasy. While I can't lie and say I've never entertained the idea of any of the guys in this apartment individually, I've never let it develop into spank-bank material. Brock, Sullivan, and I have all made jokes about group sex in the past, but they were all just jokes... right? So why can't I shake the longing I woke to? Why do I suddenly feel like I need to experience the scene my dream showed me?