All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 7

Seven

Harper

I don’t think I have a rational bone in my body right now, but there is sure a bone protruding into my stomach. I’ve been strictly lickly for so long I’m surprised I even remember what a dick looks like.

“Cruz. Safeword?” Whitney urges him to respond.

He pulls back from our kiss, licking his lips, and stares into my eyes.

“Sausage is the safeword, Harper.”

I hear more conversation happening, but I’m in such a state of lust fog that everything around me is pinpoint focused on the man whose mouth is dominating mine.

“You need to relax and enjoy yourself. Look at Harper. She’s taking advantage of the situation just like you should be.”

Whitney isn’t enjoying herself?

I pull away from Cruz and direct my attention to my girlfriend. She looks stiff, and for a moment, I wonder if I fell into these men too easily. This is so out of character for me.

Stepping away from Cruz, I reach out and pull Whitney into my arms.

“Hey. You okay?” I smooth my hand down her hair and try to determine how she’s feeling.

“I… I’m not sure. I’m a little intimidated.”

Crap. I was too deep.

“Look at me, Whit.”

Her blue eyes flash to me, and I’m momentarily lost in them. This woman is mine. I can’t believe I was so dickmatized I almost forgot about that.

“Do you want to stop and send them away? I’m not sure where we would send three naked fictional men, but I’m happy to figure it out if that’s what you want.” Whitney’s head shakes, but no words come out. “Okay, beautiful. Want to do this together? I didn’t mean to separate us.”

One heartbeat passes. Two. Three before her bright smile makes its appearance.

“Yeah. I like that idea better.” Leaning closer, she whispers, “Where is all this dick gonna fit?”

An unladylike snort slips out before I can contain it. Warmth surrounds us as the guys encircle our backs.

“Pretty ladies,” Beau croons. “Why don’t y’all let us worry about how it’s going to fit, and you just worry about how much y’all will enjoy what we can do with your bodies.”

“Together?” I can’t do this if we aren’t on the same page. I’ll stop if she wants to stop.

“Together.”

“How about we give them a show first and see if they can keep up with us?” Whitney answers with action. Her arms dip between us, and she pulls off the only piece of clothing she’s wearing, her oversized shirt.

“Your turn.”

As I grab the hem of my shirt, she hooks her thumbs into my shorts, and within seconds, we stand naked. A fire burns around us, and the charged body heat of our five naked bodies combines. Whitney dips her head, taking a nipple into her mouth, and I gasp, causing moans to erupt around us.

“Touch her,” she mumbles to the men around me, and they quickly oblige. Hands appear on my body, touching and caressing, and my senses go into overdrive. Whitney’s lips travel down my body, and caressing fingers replace her mouth. She squats in front of me and lifts a leg over her shoulder. The anticipation of her mouth on my pussy has me panting.

“You’re so wet already, Love. You really are excited for these men.”

“And youuu ooooh. ” Whitney sucks my clit into her mouth, and if there weren’t hands holding me up, I would have collapsed on the floor.

“Whitney, let us help,” Cruz interrupts.

I look above me as the men have a silent conversation, and without words, I’m swept off the floor. Cruz and Henry each hold up a leg while Beau firmly grabs my ass. I’m suspended in midair, spread eagle as if sitting in a chair, like a meal ready and waiting for Whitney. She stands and observes her new vantage point, rubbing a hand over her face.

“Harper, we may need to keep them around. I could get used to this.”

She dives back in, and my eyes roll in my head from the intense pleasure. Whitney plays with my nipples and eats my pussy with fervor. I’m so overstimulated, and within minutes, I’m writhing in midair, praying not to fall while my orgasm rolls through my body. Words of praise and encouragement ring through the air, prolonging my pleasure.

“Beautiful.”

“Fucking stunning.”

“My turn.”

They carefully let me down on shaky legs feeling light on my feet when the world around me flips upside down. I hear a squeal and a giggle and see Whitney has found herself in the same position.

“Bedroom,” a gruff male voice booms. It’s gravelly and full of lust, so I’m not sure who said it. I point down the hall, and we’re swept away by long legs and toned muscles.

“I think I like this view,” Whitney’s voice bounces as we’re carried, and I can hear the sound of hands meeting flesh.

“Are you spanking Henry, Whit?”

“Yeah. He can take it. He picked me up without permission. A light spanking won’t hurt. Besides, his ass muscles have muscles. If I could reach it, I’d take a bite.”

“Be careful. You wouldn’t want to chip a tooth.”

Before I can say anything, I’m unceremoniously dropped onto our bed, Whitney bouncing beside me. We topple onto each other in a fit of giggles, which quickly stop when we see the faces hovering above us.

Broody, lust-filled eyes stare down at us in our vulnerable position. I still think this is absolutely insane, but I’m embracing it. I tip my head to Whitney’s ear and formulate a plan. Her smile rises with each word, and their gazes upon us become more heated.

It’s our turn to be in charge. With a final look and a confirming nod, we each tilt forward and grab the cock in front of us with one hand while our other hand grabs the extra cock. Together, we stroke Beau and take Henry and Cruz into our mouths. Moans of appreciation erupt through the room as I fumble my way through the first blowjob I’ve given in years.

“Fuuuuuck,” spills from Cruz’s mouth while he weaves his fingers into my hair. I guess it’s safe to say he’s enjoying himself.

Whitney switches from Henry to Beau, and I envy her skill level. Her blowjob experience far outweighs mine. It was never an act I particularly cared to learn, as I realized at a young age that I liked girls more than boys. But I was willing to experiment.

“Okay. Okay, shit .” Cruz pulls out of my mouth with an agonizing groan. “I don’t want to blow my load too soon.”

“Amateur,” mumbles Beau, as he pulls out of Whitney’s mouth. He dips down, pressing his lips to hers. She has the taste of two men on her lips, but he doesn’t care. He devours her like a missed meal, and their connection entrances me.

“Who’s first, ladies?” Henry’s deep voice pulls me from my trance.

“First?”

“I’m dying to get inside one of your pretty pussies. If your mouths are any indication of how it’s going to feel to be inside you, I’m hooked, and I want in now .”

My chest heaves with excitement. I reach over and pull Whitney away from Beau taking over their kiss.

“I want you to go first. I want to watch. Can I watch them fuck you?”

“Them? As in more than one at a time…”