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Mandy’s fingers circled her
clit. She was so horny. She hadn’t had a fuck for weeks. Her pussy was dripping wet as she played with
herself.
If only one of the guys was here
to lick it for her. She groaned at the
thought. So many gorgeous hunks to
choose from and she was alone. How
depressing.
It had been a busy semester at
the university. Her nursing studies had
taken precedence over everything, and that included men.
Her thoughts wandered to Damon
McNally, and she sighed. He had the
biggest cock she’d ever seen. If only he
was here now fucking her senseless.
She’d never forget the first time
she’d seen him naked. She almost passed
out. He’d seen the fear in her eyes and
had spoken softly, gently, before showing her just what he could do with that
monstrous cock of his.
She pushed two fingers into her
pussy and moaned. Damon’s cock had
filled her to the brim, reaching every part of her pussy. And when he began thrusting inside her, tears
had formed in her eyes. Not because of
pain but because of the enormity of the pleasure he was giving her.
With a shiver, she recalled the
way he’d fucked her. Long, slow and
hard. She’d come twice, and that was in
the first forty minutes. Damon could
keep a hard-on for hours.
“Oh, God, I wish you were here,”
she whispered.
Her fingers slipped in and out of
her wet pussy. She was so wet she could
water the garden.
She circled her clit
relentlessly, imagining Damon’s hot tongue there. All the while, she plunged her fingers in and
out of her throbbing pussy. And that’s
when she thought of Cole Sanderson and Brody Gray.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if all
three hot men were fucking her at the same time?
She’d had sex with all of them at
different times, and they fucked exceptionally.
She’d even told them about her fantasy.
To have more than one man at the same time.
After speaking the words, she’d
seen the hunger in their eyes and knew they were thinking about it too.
Mandy reached for her
vibrator. She needed something long and
hard inside her to take the edge off.
She was going down the beach
later and knew she would fuck anyone that offered if she didn’t have release.
The gentle whirring of the
vibrator echoed in the room. Thankfully,
her flatmate, Eloise, was out and she could play.
As she brought the vibrator to her
pussy, she moaned. When she plunged it
inside her, the vibrations tore through her senses.
“God, that feels good,” she growled.
She pushed the vibrator in and out,
time and time again. Her fingers circled
her clit harder and faster, and as her thoughts returned to Damon’s huge cock,
she came.
“Oh, Damon!” she cried, as spasm
after spasm ripped through her being.
The contractions went on and
on. Her breathing was ragged as wave
after wave of pure delight washed over her.
She knew how to prolong her orgasm.
Damon did too.
Finally spent, she tossed the
vibrator to the side and pulled the blankets over her. She always felt cold after an orgasm. If Damon had been there he would have pulled
her into his arms and warmed her with his body.
“Shit!” she cursed. She had to forget about Damon. The man never called her. He would disappear for weeks and then out of
the blue he’d turn up and expect her to spread her legs. Which she always did.
She told herself that she would
ignore him, but one gaze at his gorgeous brown eyes and hard, muscular body, and
she would do his bidding.
Damon was always in control and knew
just how to push her buttons. She
wished she could get to him. To have
some semblance of control in their warped relationship. But he was an enigma, and nothing she did or
said ever made any difference to how he treated her.
“Damn you, Damon!” she said through
gritted teeth.
She pushed the blankets aside and
strode to the bathroom. She needed to
wash that man out of her head, and turned on the shower.
As the warm water cascaded over her
body, she thought about Cole and Brody again.
Hopefully, she would hook up with one of them tonight and they would
bring her back here and fuck her senseless.
That’s what she needed. A good fuck.
And then she’d stop thinking about Damon, and his warm tongue, and
massive cock.
She groaned. She didn’t think she’d ever forget that!
~ ~ ~
The night was cool as Mandy made
her way to the beach, but the huge bonfire soon warmed the air around her.
Music blared, and people danced
and drank and laughed. She smiled and
looked around for some familiar faces.
“You made it!” her friend,
Annabel, shouted over the din.
She nodded. “I had to get out of the house. I was going nuts.”
“Glad you came. Look,” Annabel said, pointing to a group of
guys. “Todd Lansdale’s here.”
Mandy laughed. “And we know who’s got a ‘thing’ for him,
don’t we?”
Annabel giggled. “He’s gorgeous.”
Mandy smiled faintly. ‘Gorgeous’ was a brown-eyed hunk that didn’t
appear to be here. “Have you seen
Damon?” she asked.
Annabel shook her head. “No.
He seems to have disappeared. I
haven’t seen him for ages.”
“Yeah, I know,” Mandy said with a
sigh.
“But there are plenty of other
guys. Most of the football team is
here,” Annabel told her. “Why don’t we
go and chat?”
“Okay,” Mandy agreed. It was pointless waiting for Damon to
appear. Maybe she’d find Cole or Brody,
or some other hunk. Despite her earlier
ministrations, her pussy was crying out for a pounding.
They moved closer to the group of
rowdy students and were offered beers.
Mandy readily accepted. She
needed something to ease the throbbing between her legs.
Todd Lansdale suddenly appeared
and honed in close to Annabel. “Hi, Bell.”
“Hi,” Annabel replied, giving
Mandy an ethereal smile.
Mandy smiled back and took the
hint. She moved closer to the bonfire
and drank her beer. When she finished
that one, someone handed her another.
It didn’t look like her three
favorites were here, and everyone else seemed to be paired off already. She may as well get blind drunk, and took a
swig of beer.
As she gazed at the orange glow
of the bonfire, she remembered another time.
Brody Gray’s image swam before her and she recalled their last
encounter.
It had begun at the beach, at a
scenario similar to the one tonight. Brody
had swaggered up to her, his green eyes shone bright against the firelight, and
asked if she wanted to fuck. Talk about
surprise. She thought she probably
should slap him but the crooked grin he gave her had made her pussy purr.
When he’d brushed a hand over her
backside, she’d leaned into him. His
masculine scent had been intoxicating.
“My Place?” he’d asked and she’d
nodded, unable to take her eyes off him.
When they’d arrived at his place,
they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom.
Their clothes were off at the front door and Brody had slung her over
his shoulder and laid her on the couch.
She took a breath as she
remembered how he’d spread her legs and pushed his face into her pussy. The throbbing between her legs
intensified. Brody had expertly teased
and licked her pussy until she’d come multiple times, and when he thrust his
long, hard cock inside her, she had almost exploded in ecstasy.
Taking a quick look around, she
searched for him. She could use a little
of ‘cave-man’ Brody’s cock tonight. She
sighed when he was nowhere to be seen.
It was unlike him to miss a good beach party.
She took another swig of beer. She was getting tipsy but she didn’t
care.
Her thoughts took her to Cole
Sanderson. His bright blue eyes were in
sharp contrast to his dark hair and always had her spellbound.
He was definitely an ass-man. She’d been quite shocked at his fascination
with her ass but soon got over it. When
his tongue had delved into that very personal part of her, he’d made her
uncomfortable. At first. But he was obviously well practiced because
she had turned to jelly under his scorching intrusion.
His fingers had worked in her pussy
and teased her clit while his tongue thrust in and out of her ass.
She shivered at the thought and took
another drink. God, what was she doing
to herself? The guys were nowhere to be
found and she was working herself up for nothing.
Surely, she could find someone
else. She had to douse the fire in her
pussy.
She tried to get up but her legs
were wobbly. Great, she was drunk. The worst possible thing to happen. Drunk always meant horny.
The fire raged in front of her,
making her sleepy. Someone offered her
another beer and she took it without caring who it was. If she couldn’t get laid, she was going to
get blind.
~ ~ ~
Mandy felt herself being swept
up. She was floating. She tried to open her eyes but they felt as
if they were glued shut.
She moaned and heard whispers
around her. Hands played over her
skin. Strong, masculine hands. Slowly caressing. Tantalising her flesh.
It must be a dream. She’d had so much to drink. Couldn’t remember much. Her hands reached out and she felt soft
cotton. No beach sand. Maybe she was home in bed.
Warm lips caressed hers and she
opened her mouth in acceptance. A tongue
curled around hers and she tasted desire.
Her pussy began to throb. She was still horny and getting more so with
this insistent mouth on her own.
It was a pleasant kiss. A familiar taste.
“Damon?” she whispered. Her eyelids remained closed.
No answer.
The mouth returned. More insistent than ever. Then scorched its way down her body.
Her arms were like lead
weights. She couldn’t move and had to
accept what she was being given.
She should be afraid but she felt
so relaxed.
A hungry mouth tugged at her
nipples sending sharp tingles of pleasure up her spine.
And hands.
Suddenly, there were hands all
over her. Too many for one man.
“Damon?” she said again but was
silenced with a kiss.
A tongue thrust into her
mouth. Different from before. Her heart picked up its pace.
She must be dreaming. It was her fantasy. Having more than one man at a time. And she was not going to wake up and ruin it.
She curled her tongue eagerly
around the one in her mouth only to feel another. Between her legs. And then another on her breasts.
Three?
What a dream!
Hands spread her legs
further. The onslaught between her legs
made her whimper. The mouth left hers
and she said, “Don’t stop.”
A chuckle echoed around her. She knew that voice. “Brody?” she asked.
The mouth returned and she knew
it was. Brody was the best kisser on the
planet and beyond. She was sure of that.
A tongue curled in her ear and
sent a frisson of electricity through her body.
She heard a moan.
“Cole?” she questioned.
No one answered but she
instinctively knew it was him.
God, this was a great dream. Her three favorites all together in the same
room. And fucking her.
Instantly, the sensations of all
three mouths turned into a torrid inferno in her belly. She was going over the edge.
“Please,” she begged. She needed this. Needed it so bad.
The flick of a tongue over her
clit was the catalyst that sent a roaring flame burning into her being.
She cried out as spasm after
spasm tore through her.
The mouths didn’t stop until she
was completely and utterly spent. The
contractions vibrated to the very end.
She took a deep breath as she
returned to earth.
“Wow!” she whispered. If only it was real.
***
Mandy
struggled to open her eyes. Her eyelids
felt heavy. She tried to move but it
felt like her hands and feet were bound.
With a mighty effort, she finally managed to snap her eyes open.
Looking
around the room, she realised she had been here before. With football flags on the wall and trophies
on the bookcase, she knew this was Damon McNally’s room.
What
the hell was she doing here? The last
thing she remembered was partying with the gang down the beach after the footy
game.
With
a quick turn of her head, she knew she was bound for real. And another thing, she was naked. “Oh, God,” she murmured, wondering if her
drink had been spiked. Her head was
pounding.
Hearing
a door squeak, she spun her head. Damon
McNally swaggered into the room and smiled.
She
frowned. “Damon, what the hell is going
on? You better untie me,” she warned.
He
chuckled, moving closer, and kissed her on the lips. “But Mandy, this is what you wanted. You told me so.”
“What?”
she asked in disbelief.
Sitting
on the edge of the bed, Damon fondled her breasts, all the while, looking into
her eyes. “Don’t you remember?”
His
touch gave her goose bumps. She wasn’t a
stranger to his caresses, but lying there, tied to his bed, was a new
experience. “I didn’t even see you at
the beach,” she stated, as his hand moved over her belly.
“No,
but I saw you. We all did,” he declared.
“We?”
she queried.
“Me
and the boys,” he answered.
Her
eyes widened. “What boys?”
“Cole
and Brody,” he replied, and moved to the door.
Mandy
felt her heart race. He couldn’t mean
they were in the other room? Her gaze
was plastered to the doorway.
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