Nolan stood up and raised his arms triumphantly in the air.
I spread my legs and hiked up my nightgown. “Come get your spoils.”
Nolan helped Santiago off the floor then he turned to me and said, “The wrestling was only for your amusement.”
“And I was amused,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to have strong men compete for me.”
Nolan slipped off his boxers. He touched his dick and scratched his shoulder with his other hand, flexing all the while. “The only competing we’re going to do is compete for who can make you come the most.”
He took slow, deliberate steps toward me. Taylor and Santiago did the same.
I pulled Tristan’s boxers down, grabbed the base of his cock and ran my tongue over the tip. “How about a competition of who can hold out the longest before I make them come?”
I put my lips around the tip, sucked and smacked my lips.
In one swift motion, Nolan lifted the table over his head and turned. I thought he was going to throw it across the room, but he handed it to Taylor behind him who set it down on the opposite side of the room. Then Nolan grabbed me by my legs and lifted me off the chair. I gasped and held on to Tristan by the waist.
“You play your games,” said Nolan, “and we’ll play ours.”
He hiked up my nightgown, spread my legs apart and thrusted his stiff cock into me.
I grabbed on to Tristan’s chest with one hand and his ass with the other.
Tristan grabbed my hair. He turned my head and brought his shaft to my lips.
It wasn’t possible for me to suck on Tristan with Nolan pounding me from behind. So I straightened. I pressed my body against Tristan. I held his cock in my hand. He put his arms around me and dotted my forehead and my eyes with soft kisses while Nolan held me by the hips and rammed his hard shaft into me, deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I sunk my teeth into Tristan’s shoulders. I didn’t bite him, exactly, but I needed to put my teeth against something in order to keep me from screaming. I gripped his ass tight, and I stroked him to the rhythm of Nolan’s thrusts.
“Let’s see how close of a unit you truly are,” I said under my breath. “Come together. And you better hurry, I’m about to come, too.”
Tristan grabbed my breasts. He arched his head back. “I’m going to come,” he said.
On cue, my snatch gushed, Nolan filled me with his seed and Tristan sprayed my belly with his.
I crumpled to the floor. I closed my eyes but felt arms around my shoulders and arms around my legs. I was lifted and set onto the bed.
“Give me a minute,” I said. I rolled off the bed and staggered to the bathroom. I wondered if I had boarded a ship since the floor beneath my feet rocked. I held on to the wall as I made my way into the shower.
The water was cold and invigorating.
“It’s been a minute,” Taylor called out from the room.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I called back.
Taylor and Santiago entered the shower with me. There was hardly room for the three of us, but that was fine by me; we’d just have to press our bodies tight together.
Taylor dropped to his knees. His mouth nipped at my legs up to my crotch while Santiago brushed my hair back out of my eyes and massaged my scalp with firm fingers. The cold water from the shower hit my chest and streamed down and over my breasts. My nipples were hard and ached to be touched. I took Taylor’s hand, lifted it and placed it on my breast. I let his mouth explore my crotch, his hand explore my breasts while I closed my eyes and leaned back. My head rested on Santiago’s broad shoulder, my back held against his big chest.
Taylor dropped his hand to stroke my legs and my ass. His tongue flicked my quivering snatch.
I reached behind me, took Santiago’s hands and brought them to my breasts.
He squeezed, and I rolled my head to the side to nip at his jaw, his cheek, his mouth.
His stiff cock pressed against the small of my back. I took it in my hand and stroked him.
I moaned. “I’m going to come,” I said. “Come with me.”
He pushed my breasts together and ran his thumbs around my hardened nipples. “You first,” he said.
I stroked Santiago’s cock with one hand while with the other I grabbed Taylor by the back of his head and guided his movements.
“I’m going to come,” I said, louder this time.
Taylor stood. “I want to feel you.” He guided the tip of his member between my wet labia. He ran it up and down. He squeezed my ass with both hands. His shaft entered me then escaped.