his arms and walked toward the bed. He tried not to ponder the implication of Robert's statement. One word would stop it all.
But stopping was the last thing on his mind.
Mercy's breasts quivered as he neared. Her liquid gaze never left his. Trent eased his fingers from her cunt and wiped her juices over her belly. Ike crawled onto the bed between their open thighs. Trent wrapped his hand around Ike's erection, stroking him in a corkscrew motion like nothing Ike had ever felt before. He braced his arms on either side of them and rocked into the caress, each time nudging Mercy's pussy a little more.
The mattress dipped with Robert's weight. Trent and Mercy froze. Hard breaths from the other three matched Ike's. It made him feel good that they were as unsure as he was.
He rubbed the back of his finger over Mercy's clit. Her body clenched around Trent, tearing a groan from the man. Ike eased his finger inside her, feeling the heat of the other man's cock through the thin membrane. Trent clutched her breasts and rolled his hips forward. Ike hesitated, then dared to brush against Trent's smooth, dark balls. They twitched and tightened, hugging the man's body.
More cool lube touched Ike's anus. He writhed against the fingers that readied him, then bent forward for his first taste of male.
Ike indulged Mercy first, suckling her swollen clit while he finger-fucked her, making sure he rubbed along the hard ridge of Trent's cock. He slipped lower, tunneling his tongue inside her while he kneaded Trent's balls, and Robert fondled Ike's.
His eyes rolled back as he gasped. Sensation overwhelmed him. All the condoms and cock rings in the world wouldn't have kept him from coming if one of them fisted his penis now.
Ike pulled in control a thread at a time. Then he dared...and licked Trent's balls. Trent thrust into Mercy with a strangled cry. Ike circled his thumb over Mercy's clit and pumped his ass against Robert's fingers. Guttural moans merged into one.
Mercy clamped one hand on his shoulder, digging her nails deep, and gasped. "Stop. I'm going to come."
"Me, too," Trent panted.
Ike raked his mouth away and poised himself over the couple, aiming his dick at the portal to her sweet, tight pussy. Robert wrapped one hand around Ike's hip. His fingers flexed as if he, too, were trying to rein in a little control. Ike wished he could see him.
"We need wall-sized mirrors," Ike told them.
Mercy smiled and draped her arm around his neck. "Oh yes." Her face glowed with...
Ike didn't know what. She just glowed, and it made him feel like a god. "Let's do this."
Mercy and Trent gave short nods. Behind Ike, Robert guided his cock toward Ike's anus. Ike lifted his ass higher, trying to give Robert better access, and slipped inside Mercy's cunt. The dick buried in her ass made her extra tight. Ike gulped with every inch he eased into her heat. Then he froze when he reached the hilt.
Trent's penis throbbed against Ike's. Balls cushioned balls, hard yet at the same time soft. Robert shifted forward, pushing his erection into Ike's ass with slow, steady pressure. The muscle contracted of its own volition, then relaxed and let him in. Pleasure rippled from Ike's core in ever-increasing waves. He wanted to move. He wanted to freeze the moment in time--everything at once--especially when his testicles became sandwiched between those of the other two men.
Robert's hand shook as he wrapped the other one around Ike's hip. Ike's arms quivered from the effort to keep from crushing Mercy and Trent. Her nipples still thrust into his chest like marbles.
Trent slid his hand around her breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mercy's mouth gaped with a silent gasp. She brushed her hand downward, until her fingers were nestled on her clit. That seemed to be the signal they'd all been waiting for.
The men thrust, one following the other, like a wondrous machine coming to life. Ike could feel the energy pulse around them. They
But stopping was the last thing on his mind.
Mercy's breasts quivered as he neared. Her liquid gaze never left his. Trent eased his fingers from her cunt and wiped her juices over her belly. Ike crawled onto the bed between their open thighs. Trent wrapped his hand around Ike's erection, stroking him in a corkscrew motion like nothing Ike had ever felt before. He braced his arms on either side of them and rocked into the caress, each time nudging Mercy's pussy a little more.
The mattress dipped with Robert's weight. Trent and Mercy froze. Hard breaths from the other three matched Ike's. It made him feel good that they were as unsure as he was.
He rubbed the back of his finger over Mercy's clit. Her body clenched around Trent, tearing a groan from the man. Ike eased his finger inside her, feeling the heat of the other man's cock through the thin membrane. Trent clutched her breasts and rolled his hips forward. Ike hesitated, then dared to brush against Trent's smooth, dark balls. They twitched and tightened, hugging the man's body.
More cool lube touched Ike's anus. He writhed against the fingers that readied him, then bent forward for his first taste of male.
Ike indulged Mercy first, suckling her swollen clit while he finger-fucked her, making sure he rubbed along the hard ridge of Trent's cock. He slipped lower, tunneling his tongue inside her while he kneaded Trent's balls, and Robert fondled Ike's.
His eyes rolled back as he gasped. Sensation overwhelmed him. All the condoms and cock rings in the world wouldn't have kept him from coming if one of them fisted his penis now.
Ike pulled in control a thread at a time. Then he dared...and licked Trent's balls. Trent thrust into Mercy with a strangled cry. Ike circled his thumb over Mercy's clit and pumped his ass against Robert's fingers. Guttural moans merged into one.
Mercy clamped one hand on his shoulder, digging her nails deep, and gasped. "Stop. I'm going to come."
"Me, too," Trent panted.
Ike raked his mouth away and poised himself over the couple, aiming his dick at the portal to her sweet, tight pussy. Robert wrapped one hand around Ike's hip. His fingers flexed as if he, too, were trying to rein in a little control. Ike wished he could see him.
"We need wall-sized mirrors," Ike told them.
Mercy smiled and draped her arm around his neck. "Oh yes." Her face glowed with...
Ike didn't know what. She just glowed, and it made him feel like a god. "Let's do this."
Mercy and Trent gave short nods. Behind Ike, Robert guided his cock toward Ike's anus. Ike lifted his ass higher, trying to give Robert better access, and slipped inside Mercy's cunt. The dick buried in her ass made her extra tight. Ike gulped with every inch he eased into her heat. Then he froze when he reached the hilt.
Trent's penis throbbed against Ike's. Balls cushioned balls, hard yet at the same time soft. Robert shifted forward, pushing his erection into Ike's ass with slow, steady pressure. The muscle contracted of its own volition, then relaxed and let him in. Pleasure rippled from Ike's core in ever-increasing waves. He wanted to move. He wanted to freeze the moment in time--everything at once--especially when his testicles became sandwiched between those of the other two men.
Robert's hand shook as he wrapped the other one around Ike's hip. Ike's arms quivered from the effort to keep from crushing Mercy and Trent. Her nipples still thrust into his chest like marbles.
Trent slid his hand around her breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mercy's mouth gaped with a silent gasp. She brushed her hand downward, until her fingers were nestled on her clit. That seemed to be the signal they'd all been waiting for.
The men thrust, one following the other, like a wondrous machine coming to life. Ike could feel the energy pulse around them. They
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