“Are you okay?” Tyler asks, cupping Sandy’s cheeks. She gazes at him in a moment of intimacy that is just between the two of them.
“I’m okay now I’m with you all,” she says, and then her eyes trail over us, meeting the gaze of each man in the room. When she looks into my baby blues, I feel as though she’s staring into my soul. She’s reassuring me of the connection between us that is going to build and build from here on in.
“We’ll be gentle,” Tyler says. He looks around to make sure each of us has heard, but Sandy shakes her head.
“I want you to be exactly as you are. True to yourselves and true to me.”
My God this girl is perfect. She gets what we need, and I hope that between us, we can deliver what she needs too.
Sandy’s the one to shimmy out of her dress and unfasten her pretty black lace bra. The sight of her rounded breasts tipped with soft pink nipples sends blood surging to my cock. I want to wrap my mouth around those nipples so badly. I want to feel them come to life against my tongue, stiffening with arousal. I want to feel her shake and shiver and maybe even beg for more.
But I’m not the only one in the room.
I’ve shared girls with Able and Arden before. And some of the others have with each other too, but we’ve never been with one girl all at the same time. Somehow, six on one feels very different than three. With three, there is space for everyone to be involved. Here, at least some of us will be bystanders. But maybe that will be sexy. Maybe watching Sandy’s pleasure and waiting my turn will increase the buzz. I cup my dick with my palm, pressing it against my body to relieve some of the pressure.
Tyler is the first to lick Sandy’s nipple, and that feels right. This girl was his once, and now he’s sharing her with us.
I don’t think there is a greater gift a man could give to another than the woman he loves.
Sandy runs her fingers over Tyler’s scalp, gazing down at him with awe. Greg doesn’t wait to be invited to join. He tugs off his shirt with one strong-armed flourish, shoves off his jeans, and climbs onto the bed behind Sandy. He touches the bare skin across her shoulders as Tyler worships her breasts. She’s sandwiched between two of my best friends, and it’s the horniest thing I’ve ever seen.
As Tyler drops lower, kissing Sandy’s stomach and bending until his face is between her legs, Greg uses his huge palm to cup her throat, tipping up her chin and whispering in her ear. I can’t hear what he says, but whatever it is, it makes her whimper.
Damien is next to strip down to his boxers, and when he kneels on the bed, the mattress bows under his weight. “Lay down, princess,” he says. “Let us worship you.”
Greg supports her as she does as Damien instructed, and then Arden and Able are stripping off too. I watch my brothers surround Sandy, their hands caressing her soft peachy skin and their mouths tasting her lust-peaked nipples. I want to pull off my shirt, but I don’t want to miss a second of the ecstasy on Sandy’s face as Tyler licks between her thighs. That, and there’s no space for me right now.
I watch as Greg pulls out his cock and fist it hard once, twice, three times, all while Sandy’s eyes fix on it. Her bottom lip folds into her mouth as though she’s hungry, and Greg shifts closer until he can run the tip of his cock across her lips. Sandy opens for him like it’s the most natural thing in the world to her, licking out to taste him, then allowing him to push deep into her mouth. I remember burying myself in her sweet, wet throat. I remember how well she took me and the rush of sensation, and she takes Greg just as well. His hand fists her hair, but he’s careful not to be too rough because of the angle. Arden’s hands trail Sandy’s flesh as he fists his cock. Damien has one of her rounded breasts beneath his huge hand.
Sandy groans as Tyler’s tongue players harder between her legs. The memory of the taste of her fills my mouth, and I’m desperate to take his place and give her an orgasm she won’t forget.
I guess I’m the only one thinking clearly because no one has produced a condom, and Sandy has been very clear that they’re required. Luckily, I have six in my pocket, ready to go. When I toss them onto the bed, Sandy turns from Greg’s cock, letting it slap up against his stomach. Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles.