All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 8

Eight

Whitney

She wants to watch. Harper wants to watch me get fucked by more than one man at a time.

I can understand her reservation with not wanting to go first. And I won’t lie; the thought of being railed by multiple men while my girlfriend watches is a fucking turn-on.

“That’s what you want?”

“It is,” she whispers across my lips. “But.”

“But what?”

“We don’t have any condoms.”

I huff a laugh at her rational thinking. Leave it to Harper to find the fatal flaw in our plan.

“Do you think we need them? Isn’t this a fever dream? Condoms aren’t needed in dreams. Right?”

“I…” She stares at me while she contemplates my question. “I have no fucking idea, Whit. I guess not.”

“Okay.”

Harper nods now that we’ve come to an agreement. A slow smile lifts her lips, and her eyes light up.

“Lay down and let them take care of you.”

I won’t argue anymore. I’m as excited for the prospect of what’s to come as she seems to be, even if it seem ridiculous. As I turn to crawl to the middle of the bed, large hands grab my hips and lift me. What’s with these men picking me up?

“Let me.” Henry crawls onto the bed with me in his arms and lays down, placing me on his very hard abs. I tilt forward from the quick movement and catch myself with flat hands on his firm chest. This man is all angles and muscles. “Hi.” I’m dazzled by his rugged smile.

“Hi.” I give him an awkward smile in return, and he runs soothing hands up my thighs.

“Relax, Whitney. I’m here for your pleasure. Would you like another orgasm to calm you more?”

His hands stop at the precipice of my legs, waiting for permission. My tongue is thick in my throat, and the words are hard to form.

“How about I help?” Harper’s sweet voice is a balm to my nerves. “Open her for me, Henry.”

“Oh fuck.” Henry’s thick fingers spread my lips apart, and I close my eyes, expecting to feel Harper’s fingers next. Instead, there’s movement around me, and I feel her tongue flick my clit. Henry chuckles as my hips buck over his abs.

“Easy, girl. There’s plenty of time for that.” His words drip like honey, thick and sultry, and I stop moving to enjoy the feeling of Harper’s tongue. She knows me well, and I’m already so turned on.

“I’m close.”

“Whitney, please let me inside you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I nod furiously, feeling like my head could fall off. Harper slows as Henry lifts me like I weigh nothing. She grabs his cock and lines him up to my pussy.

He’s big. So fucking big and as wet as I am, the stretch still burns. I gasp as Harper sucks on my clit to ease the discomfort. I wiggle and rock, slowly lowering onto him, inch by glorious inch.

“There it is, baby girl. You’ve taken all of me like such a good girl. Let me know when I can move.”

Henry’s sexy words take away any anxiety I was feeling. I already knew I had a praise kink, but it’s different when it’s not coming from Harper.

I look into my lap, and Harper stares up at me with admiration in her eyes. Pushing the hair out of her eyes, I smile softly. “You good, Baby?”

“I’m perf uuuuugh. ”

I glance up to find out what caused her reaction and see Cruz has crawled behind Harper and is feasting on her pussy. I’m about to make a comment when warmth engulfs my back.

How are these men moving so quietly?

“Where do you want me, Darlin’?”

Want him? What the hell does that mean?

“Um?” He must sense my confusion. Beau places his hands on my hips over Henry’s, and together, they lift me and slam me back down. The first motion is a shock, but I quickly join in the movement, and we set a rhythm.

Beau and Henry continue to guide my hips. Cruz eats Harper while she eats me. It all feels surreal, and the orgasm crashes into me with barely any build-up.

As I’m moaning my release, Harper’s tongue spasms on my clit when her orgasm starts. She pulls away and moans into Henry’s chest until she’s begging Cruz to stop.

“How do you want me?” Beau asks again, his husky voice like a warm blanket. “You’re slick enough for me to fit in with Henry.” I gasp as he slides a finger inside me, already feeling stuffed. “Or I can find us some lube and take your ass. What’s your preference?”

“Pussy,” I say.

“Ass!” Harper butts in enthusiastically.

All three men laugh at our opposing answers.

“Harper. What have they done to you?” She struggles to answer as Cruz plays with her nipples. “Harper?”

“Live a little, Whit. When will we ever get this chance again?”

This role reversal is making my head spin. “Isn’t double penetration living enough?”

“Eh, we can do that with two dildos. Let some cock in to explore.”

“Let some—what have you done to my sweet book nerd girlfriend? Harper, are you i—” Her lips crash with mine, stopping any rejections I have.

“Ladies. There are decisions to be made.” Henry thrusts hard, causing me to gasp and pull away from Harper.

“Harper,” I pant out. “Choose, Harper.” My body is deliciously tossed around like a ragdoll while she takes her time deciding.

“Whitney gets what she wants. Double stuff her, Beau.”

“Cruz. You take Cruz at the same time,” I gasp out between thrusts.

Harper smiles and turns to straddle Cruz’s hips next to me.

“Remember your safeword, Whitney.” Beau slips a second finger inside me, then a third. I feel the stretch with each addition. “You’re doing so fucking well. Lay down on Henry’s chest and open up for me.”

Half exhausted already, I gladly rest my head on his chest.

Henry brushed the hair out of my face. “It’s going to burn. If you need to bite my shoulder while you adjust, do it. I can take the pain. And don’t forget your safeword if it’s too much. We want to cause pleasure, not pain.”

“Okay. I’m ready.” There’s a void inside me when Beau pulls his fingers out, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of his cock. The feeling of stretching and burning returns, and a small whimper escapes me when his head pops through.

“I’m in, beautiful. That’s the hard part. You’re so perfect. I wish you could see how well your pretty pussy is taking both of us.”

“I want to see.” Harper’s excitement makes me giggle.

“Come and look, little lady.”