Multi-Orgasmic Box Set

When Dreams Come True-3

“Go into the top drawer there,” she pointed to the cabinet on her side of the bed, “and get the bottle of lube. Then smother some all over that c**k of yours and I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

He said nothing—mercifully—and she turned her attention back to riding the man beneath her. She heard the telltale sounds of lube being squeezed from a bottle, and a thrill went through her at the thought of being completely full of c**k—one in each hole. Well, except for her mouth, of course, but that was okay.

Soon, she was as hot and horny as it was possible to get before coming, so she spoke over her shoulder. “Okay, lube me up, and don’t be stingy with it, either.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She raised her eyebrows at his acquiescence, but figured that no man would c**k block himself by being rude to the woman he was about to f**k. Not even one as stupid as Gabriel. She slowed her movements right down, then eventually stopped, lifting her arse up as high as she could without Peter’s d**k slipping out of her, so Gabriel could lubricate her rear hole.

He wasted no time, slicking copious amount of the chilly liquid around and around the tight pucker, before tentatively venturing a finger inside, making sure she was good and ready for him. He was patient and thorough—something she hadn’t expected—and by the time she felt the bed shift as he moved up behind her, she was desperate to have him inside her. She closed her eyes as Gabriel moved into position. He stroked her arse cheeks and nudged the blunt head of his c**k against her back entrance. She waited.

After a beat, she felt the bump of knuckles against her bottom as Gabriel gripped his shaft and aimed it carefully. Then she pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils, fighting hard to stay relaxed as he began to push inside her. He’d done a damn fine job of lubricating them both, so it didn’t hurt exactly, but there was still a fair bit of resistance. Karen pushed against it, knowing that once he was seated inside her she’d quickly grow used to his size. She was no anal virgin—just a virgin to having both her holes filled at once.

Gritting her teeth, she dug her nails into Peter’s chest, eliciting a gasp from him as her channels stretched and stretched. Eventually, Gabriel’s body was pressed against hers. Nobody moved. She’d never felt so full in her life, and actually, it was every bit as arousing as she thought it would be—and they hadn’t even gotten going yet. She waited a minute more before speaking. “Okay, boys. Do your worst. Not literally, though.”

There were chuckles, and she kept her eyes closed, focussing on the pleasure as the two men worked together to get into a rhythm that was pleasurable for them all, and didn’t dislodge one of their c***s. As they moved together, she was suddenly very aware that she could feel their shafts rubbing against one another through her thin internal walls. It was quite possibly the single most erotic sensation she’d ever experienced. She angled her hips so her clit was resting against Peter’s pubic bone and hung on tight for the ride of her life.

And the ride of her life was definitely, one hundred and ten per cent, what she got. Once the men were satisfied she was okay, they picked up their pace, pumping in and out of her faster and harder until the white spots behind her eyes swirled and danced so wildly that she thought she was going to pass out. The pleasure was immense, immeasurable and indescribable. So when she felt her abdomen tighten, signalling the onset of an o****m, she wasn’t at all surprised. She just stayed as she was, allowing the ministrations of Peter and Gabriel to carry her swiftly along to a c****x that left her screaming until her throat burned, causing Gabriel to clap a hand over her mouth.

“As f*****g sexy as that is, Karen, if you keep that up the neighbours will think someone’s murdering you and call the police.”

She shook her head, trying to dislodge his hand. Eventually she succeeded, and she said, “All right, all right. Now shut up and f**k me until you both come.”

The men needed no more persuading, and Karen tangled her fingers into the duvet and gripped it until her hands ached. Still they pounded into her. She was so wet that the room was filled with a rude wet clicking sound, but she didn’t care. All she was really bothered about was reaching a second o****m before Peter and Gabriel reached theirs. She suspected it wasn’t far away—she felt as though every nerve ending was on fire, a delicious, all-consuming fire that made every touch, every caress threaten to burn her up.

She forced her hips downwards, grinding her pubic bone against Peter’s hard, almost to the extent of pain. But she quickly forgot about that when the spark was ignited and she felt as though her entire body was alight with pleasure. The waves crashed through her body again and again and soon her moans were echoed by those of Peter and Gabriel as her clenching and twitching insides meant they couldn’t hold their climaxes back any more.

Expletives filled the room, and the two thick c***s leapt inside her as their balls emptied into the condoms. Slowly, she sunk down onto Peter’s chest, slipping into unconsciousness as her over-stimulated body shut down. She was vaguely aware of Gabriel pulling out of her, and then Peter gently rolled her off him and helped her to get into the bed.

“Thanks, Gabriel,” she murmured, pulling the duvet up over her head. “You can see yourself out.”

She had a niggling thought that she should probably be nicer to Gabriel. After all, that had indeed been the best s*x of her life, even better than the dream. And if she wanted to do it again, then she needed him on the side.

Nah, she decided. If he wants to do it enough, he won’t give a s**t if I’m nice to him or not. He seemed happy enough that time.

With that, she slipped into the sleep of the exhausted, a satisfied smile on her face, and a delicious ache between her thighs.