THE FANTASY BOX: BOOK 2: SEXUAL APPETITES APRIL RANKIN Copyright © 2012 April Rankin All Rights reserved by the Author Smashwords Edition This free ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be shared, reproduced, copied, and distributed for any purposes. Instead, encourage others to download their own free copy. If you enjoyed this book, please look for other titles by this author. Characters, places and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to real individuals, living or otherwise, are purely coincidence. Books by April Rankin Short Stories Montana Heat The Fantasy Box The Fantasy Box: Book 2 Undercover Series Undercover Attraction Undercover Desire Table of Contents Copyrights Other Books Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 About the Author # # # THE FANTASY BOX: BOOK 2: SEXUAL APPETITES APRIL RANKIN # # # Chapter 1: the DRAWING My heart beats a steady, excited rhythm in my throat as I look at my husband, Darron. Tonight is the night we will draw our next adventure from our little box of fantasies. Darron was my high school sweetheart, and after such a long time together then 8 years of marriage, our sex life had begun to get stale. So in order to spice up our lives, we each wrote some of our deepest, darkest, most carnal fantasies onto index cards, then dropped them in a box. Once a month, we draw a card and act out the fantasy, no matter what it is. My skin still shivers with delight when I think of last month's fantasy, of the couple who had brought each of us to such thrilling orgasms, had taken a piece of our hearts with them when we parted. The main thing was that Darron and I had come home, happier than most married couples, sated beyond belief, and our sex life has been wild for weeks, each of us reliving the memories as we fuck. The bonus is that, if we mutually enjoy the fantasy, we each write it down again to put it back in the box every few months. I mean, hey, we have to keep our box full of options, right? Neither of us are jealous people, so I guess it works out well since occasionally we pull the one-of-me-plus-two-of-you card. I was also confident that we have a few one-plus-multiple-partners cards in there as well, and that was what I was hoping for today. "Are you ready?" Darron asks, his eyes alight with anticipation. I nod, a huge smile splitting my face. He grabs the box and shakes it, making sure to mix up the cards within, then holds it out to me, lifting the lid so I can reach in and draw a card. My heart skips when I realize it has my handwriting on it. I hold it up, silently reading as my nerves shoot into hyperdrive. Yes! It's a good one! "Read it!" Darron urges. I laugh and read it aloud. "I want to be the whore for several men. I want to be used, forced to do whatever they desire, and taken by several at the same time." "Yes!" Darron says, pumping his fist into the air. "You know I love watching you get fucked. Do I get to pick out the men? If you want to be a whore, then they should be complete strangers to you." "Okay," I say, unable to tamp down my excitement or the smile that is plastered on my face. Darron leans over and kisses me, his tongue dancing in my mouth to elicit moans before he pulls away. "Give me a week, and your fantasy will become reality. Is your sister getting the kids next weekend?" Nodding, I run my fingers down his muscular chest. "Yep. She is picking them up on Friday, and will bring them back Sunday." "Good. That gives me enough time to plan it and find some guys." I laugh. Darron isn't bisexual, but occasionally he does like to be stimulated by other men. He claims that there are just things that men know how to do, how much force to use, where to push the hardest, that women couldn't. I understand, because it's the same thing when I'm with another woman. We both enjoy our times within the fantasy, but so far the box has brought us nothing but pleasure and a closeness that neither of us had expected. The spark was back in our marriage, and we acted like honeymooners again since creating our box. There was nothing too taboo to go into it. We each knew what the other would and wouldn't be willing to do, what the other liked and didn't, so writing our fantasies out didn't push those boundaries. We also had a rule that, if we wouldn't act out the fantasy as written, it could be changed, or another card could be drawn. So far, that hasn't been an issue since we have done every one of them. Darron, excited and aroused by our new assignment, reaches over and drags me to him. I feel the thickness in his pants, his erection insistently trying to escape his pajama pants. "I want you, right now," he says against my mouth. "Good," I reply, running my hands down his chest to his massive bulge. He groans as I palm it through his pants, rubbing the length up and down. "Stand up," I order, tugging his bottoms down and off when he does as I order. "On your knees. I want to fuck your mouth first," he says, his fingers going to my hair as I slide off the window seat to my knees before him. He stands to give me a better angle. I open my lips and he shoves onto my tongue, quickly impaling himself halfway down my throat. His thickness is only halfway in, but I relax my esophagus muscles, knowing he likes it rough, likes to fuck my throat hard and fast. "Fuck!" he exclaims when I glide my tongue along the length of him, pressing deliciously against that sensitive bundle of nerves underneath his tip. "You do suck cock like a dirty slut, baby." I feel my pulse pounding, my pussy getting wetter, pulsing, and aching for him to fill me. He slams down my throat, stretching my muscles, gagging me as he passes the instinctive reflex. Tears spring to my eyes as I can't breathe, but I love this, love knowing I can make him lose it. In and out he moves, and I stroke him with my tongue. My hands come up to caress his heavy sac, pulling down, rolling his balls between my fingers, scraping the tender flesh with my nails. He groans as a spurt of pre-cum shoots down my throat. Both of his hands come up to hold my head still as he fucks my throat. I breathe between lunges, moving my tongue constantly, squeezing and then soothing his balls until he pulls out of my mouth. He pulls me up, then turns me, pressing my knees to the window seat. I kneel on the thick cushion until his fingers rip off my sheer nightgown, seeking the wetness between my legs. Long fingers plunge into me, curling forward to rub my sensitive g-spot. I can't help the motions of my hips, surging backwards, seeking something larger to fill me. A hand between my shoulder blades presses me forward, my breasts and taut nipples smashing against the cold glass of the window. The extreme difference in temperature makes me gasp, but it feels so good against my heated skin. I feel his thick head nudging against me and try to push back, but Darron isn't having it. He grabs my hips to hold me still as he fills me slowly, one aching inch at a time, splitting the quivering muscles of my pussy until he is almost completely in. The last two inches are always the best, combining pain with pleasure as he tries his hardest to seat himself fully into my already-filled core. With one quick motion, he does it, slamming into me so hard the window rattles. He pulls my hair, turning my head for his kiss, his tongue mating with mine, as he draws out in a long stroke that seems to go on forever. It takes more effort for him to slam back inside me, and I moan, pulling my mouth from his to gasp at the pleasant burning as he stretches me. My nipples rub against the cold glass, the tight peaks drawing even harder as he fucks me from behind. I turn my head to look outside, catching the movement from the corner of my eye. "Darron," I say thickly, but he doesn't stop. "Darron, the teenager across the yard is watching us from his bedroom window." I gasp when his cock jerks within me, pulsing against my sensitive nerve endings. He grunts in reply. "Good, let him. He should know what a dirty slut my wife is. Let this spark his spank fantasies for a while." I stare directly at the teen as my husband fucks me, and I think he has to be about eighteen. My tongue comes out to lick the glass, and I notice a blush high on the boy's cheeks, but he doesn't look away. Deciding to give him a show, I reach my hand between the glass and myself, finding my hardened nipples and pinching them, rolling one between my thumb and forefinger. The friction isn't enough, so I bring my fingers to my mouth, slide two into my mouth, swirl around them with my tongue for the benefit of the teen before moving back to my breast. I moan again as Darron finds a rhythm that places him exactly where I need him. "You must be giving him quite a show, baby," Darron grunts, his voice full of raspy effort. "He's about to jack off watching your tits bounce against the glass." I open my eyes again to see him with his length in his hand, rubbing up and down as his eyes are glued to me. I blow the boy a kiss, then almost smile when his hand quickens. "Rub your clit for him," Darron suggests, and my other hand disappears between my thighs. My clit throbs as I rub around it, circling the little nub, then it sends tendrils of pure pleasure into my system when I flick it back and forth underneath my fingers. Darron slows to feel the spasms inside of me as my orgasm looms just ahead. My fingers move faster, rubbing viciously against that pleasure center, and I squeeze my nipple, twisting and pulling to give me that little bit of pain I need to cum. Then I explode, my eyes glued to the teen across the way as his own cum shoots from his cock. The tremors last briefly, then Darron is pulling from me, turning me lengthways on the seat so I am on my hands and knees. I notice the teen move away from the window and almost wish he was still there. "I'm about to ream your tight little ass," Darron says, his hands parting my ass cheeks to give him a view of the tight hole he is about to plunder. I moan in ecstasy when his thick tip presses against the sensitive outer ring of nerves. He must think that it isn't going to go in, because his fingers dip into my pussy, drawing my fluids back until his finger slides easily into my anus. Shivers wrack my body at the sensation. It's so much more intense than the nerve endings in my pussy. When his fingers move easily, he removes them then strokes my clit a few times until I am squirming against him, my ass begging to be penetrated. He again nudges against my anus, pressing in with agonizing slowness. The stretch burns, making my body heat into a fever and my pussy drip wetness down my thighs. When I feel the pressure ease a bit, I know he has the tip inside, can feel it splitting my muscles with agonizing pleasure. "Ready, baby?" he asks, but all I can do is moan in response. His big hands wrap around my calves and pull, jerking my knees from under me. I lay flat on my belly on the long seat, my toes almost touching the carpet. Darron moves his legs to the outside of mine, straddling my ass, and it seems as if his cock grows two sizes bigger within me. And that's just the tip. I can feel the shift in him, when he's ready to fill me. He presses in with one quick thrust of his hips, shoving himself into my ass, making me cry out with the painful pleasure that infuses me. It's as if I am about to split apart, but the tight penetration feels so good, I can't help writhing beneath him. Again and again, he fills me, the length seeming to take an endless push to fill me, then a never-ending draw to retreat. I am moaning beneath him, my hips pushed up to allow him access to my ass, my pussy leaking damp heat, my clit throbbing with the need to climax again. Within minutes, I hear his shout, and the feeling of his hot seed filling my ass shoots me over the edge. I scream with the spiraling orgasm, tightening on him like a fist as the waves of pleasure wash over me. It took long minutes for either of us to recover. Darron withdrew gently, and helped me up, handing me a towel he had retrieved from the bathroom. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern coloring his voice. I smile. "More than alright. I'm great. That was awesome!" He laughed. "Glad to be of service." Chapter 2: the WEEKEND I really have no idea what Darron has planned. The only thing I know for sure is that he will be sure my fantasy is fulfilled. All week, he has been on the phone and computer, talking to whomever he has lined up to be the other men in this month's fantasy. I have no idea who, or even how many other guys he has involved, but I am titillated and excited at the thought of what is going to happen tonight. The hotel room we've rented for the weekend is a nice suite large enough to house several people comfortably. There are two beds in individual rooms, a small eating-slash-sitting area, a bar and kitchenette space, and a nice balcony enclosed by a kabana. We packed light, since we were still in our hometown. Not to mention, Darron expected me to be naked most of the weekend, so the need for clothing wasn't great. He packed my bag for me; skimpy outfits, my hooker boots, lingerie, and our 'toy' box. Luckily, he did have the foresight to pack two outfits that I could wear if we went out to eat or anything. Looking at the clock, I realize it's time for me to slip into my new persona for the night. Darron has laid out my outfit; a tiny red thong, skinny black leather skirt that barely covers my ass, miniscule red top that is ripped and barely conceals my nipples, fishnet thigh-highs, and my patent leather red boots that come to my knees. Yep, he really played up the hooker aspect, dressing me as such. He even had me put on bright red lipstick, and muss my hair to look as if I've been fucked. I wonder where he is right now. He had simply told me to get dressed at eight, and wait here until he returns. I am zipping up the back of my teeny skirt when he opens the door and walks in. In his hand is a black bag, and I recognize the logo as the sex shop a few blocks over. My eyebrows go up in question. "Damn baby, you are smokin'!" Darron says, a smile on his face. He's ignoring my unspoken question. "You aren't going to tell me what's in the bag?" I ask, my voice already dropping into the raspy tones that come when I am horny. He shakes his head. "Nope. Surprise for later." He dumps the contents into our 'toy' box, turning his back to me so I can't peek. When that's done, he turns to me, a length of black satin and a bottle of lubricant in his hands. "I've got to get you ready before your first customers arrive," he says, but that doesn't explain why he needs the satin rope. I can only guess that he is going to tie me up, and my heart pitter-patters thickly in my throat as the answering heat fills my core. "Who are they?" I ask, not really caring as long as they give me my dark fantasy. Darron shrugs in reply. "Strangers. No one I really know. Just some guys I found online who have similar fantasies. Don't worry, Kara. I'll be here the whole time, watching." My core clenches tightly at the thought that he is going to watch me get fucked by total strangers. I barely contain the moan that threatens to escape. The idea of it turns him on just as much as it does me. Already, there is a sizeable bulge in his pants. Grabbing my hand in one of his, he leads me to a bedroom, setting the length of rope next to me on the bed. He reaches for a black blindfold from the nightstand, quickly tying it behind my head tightly. No light even makes it through the thick velvet fabric, and I am left with nothing but my other senses to guide me. Gently, he pushes me backwards until I am lying on the bed and removes the tiny thong, spreading my legs wide. "Look at you," he mumbles thickly. "Your pussy is already wet and waiting. It's going to be fun watching you be used like a whore, forced to fuck strangers." One thick finger enters me and I moan at the penetration, wanting more. "Yes. You are going to be covered in cum tonight, like a regular street slut." I shiver deliciously at the idea. His fingers move down, from my core to my asshole, and press in. It's rough going, but I like the rough friction. I can't stop the thrusting of my hips as he pushes into me to his knuckle. He grunts at the tightness of my rectum around his finger. "They are going to use your tiny little ass until you are begging for them to stop. You'll be squirming on the end of so many dicks tonight you won't be able to walk for a week." Another rush of wetness coats my pussy. I hear the lid to the lube snap open before Darron removes his hand. Seconds later it is pressing back, coating my asshole in slime, pressing a good bit of it into me, rubbing and caressing in areas that make me writhe beneath him. "Why the lube?" I ask, because it is unusual for us to use it. He knows how I like the pain to be mixed with pleasure. His deep chuckle answers me. "Not lube. This is the same tightening cream that Jaxon used last month. So be ready for a proper anal fucking. I'm sure it's going to hurt." Another shiver races down my spine. Darron finishes spreading the cream all over me, in me, and I can feel the throbbing as muscles begin to tighten and swell, making my ass and pussy much tighter, like a virgin's. He slides my thong up then straightens my skirt before pulling me to stand beside the bed. Taking my hand, he leads me through the suite and deposits me against the bar. I sit on a stool and wait, trying to ignore the tingles that are spreading from my center. Every few minutes, I feel him brush against me, his fingers tugging at a nipple, or lightly brushing against my pussy, just to be sure I stay horny. No problem there. The cream he has rubbed all over me is causing pulses of need to course through my system. Before long, there is a knock at the door. "First client," Darron says, helping me stand. "Stay here." I do as instructed, feeling the flutter of anticipation in my lower abdomen. I can hear a short conversation in the other room then two sets of footsteps are coming my way. "Damn. She is hot," says a voice I don't recognize. "You sure she wants to be fucked like this?" Hands reach out and grab at my breasts. My nipples are already tight, pressing against the thin fabric of the torn top. "Don't believe me? Feel her cunt," Darron says. A burst of cool air brushes against my heated core as my skirt is lifted. A thick meaty hand is shoved against my labia and I hear a sharp intake of air. "Okay. I believe you. You really want me to use her like an everyday whore?" the man asked, a bit of incredulity in his voice. Darron chuckled behind me. "Yes. She likes it hard and rough. She can't cum unless there is a bit of pain. Feel free to do whatever you like; nothing is off limits. Act out your own fantasies if you wish." Hard hands grabbed her nipples, pinching and pulling. She sucked in a breath as arousal flooded her. "Bedroom?" the man asked. Darron must have pointed the direction, because the stranger grabbed my hand and pulled me along behind him. He turned me and pressed me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed. I sat on the edge, listening to the rustle of clothing. His belt hit the floor with a thump then his fingers were in my hair, pulling my head towards him. The tip of his shaft touched my lips and I parted, allowing him access to my mouth. He wasn't as long as Darron, but his thickness was impressive. I couldn't tighten my lips around him because of the width of his cock. It had to be as big, if not bigger, than my wrist. I could barely move my tongue along the bottom of his veined cock. Fingers tightened in my hair, guiding my head back and forth as he began to move, grunting heavily as he thrust against my tongue. I reached up to cup his balls, eliciting a sharp groan from him as I rolled the taut sac in my fingers. He kept thrusting against me, moving his hand from my hair down to my chest, tugging on my nipples through my shirt. I moaned, sending vibrations against his erection, and he grunted harshly. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "You were right!" He must be talking to Darron. "You can fuck her mouth harder. She likes choking on cock. It turns her on even more," Darron explains. The man in front of me starts thrusting harder, trying to shove every inch down my throat. I hear another knock at the door, footsteps as Darron goes to answer it, then I lose my concentration as hands move lower. My skirt is flipped up, those strange thick fingers sliding aside my thong to find me dripping wet. "Fuck! You do like it!" I nod with his cock in my mouth and then moan again as he finds my clit and strokes it. Over and around he moves, then plunges one thick digit into me. Footsteps return, and I hear a gasp before another set of hands find my breasts. He fondles me for a few moments before moving away to strip himself. Before long, the bed dips behind me, his fingers thread into my hair, holding my mouth still as the man in front of me thrusts against my tongue. Wetness seeps from my core, and the man in front of me chuckles. "You want to be fucked, slut?" he says, his voice full of wonder and lust. I nod around him, ready to beg for my pussy to be filled. He pulls out, then flips me over. "She can suck your dick while I fuck her," he tells the man behind me. I am on my hands and knees, shivering in delight and arousal, as another cock enters my mouth. My thongs are removed, then stranger one comes up behind me. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, sliding wetly against my labia. "Damn, you're wet," he grunts as he tries to enter me. I am unable to moan because of the cock in my mouth. It's skinnier than the one pressing into my pussy, but long, shoving down my throat in short thrusts that bring his balls to my chin. Slowly, I am penetrated from behind, the thick cock separating my folds with burning precision, until, inch by inch, he is seated fully. The width of his cock presses against every swollen internal muscle that has been sensitized with my arousal. Then he begins to move, in and out in short, shuttering strokes. I gasp at the sensation around the cock in my mouth. "You can deep-throat like a pro," the man in front says, shoving himself even further down my throat. Simultaneously, the man behind me plunges deeply into me, and I rotate my hips in pleasure. Over and over they move, until the man behind me stiffens and shouts, pulling out to spew his load all over my ass cheeks. The one in front moves, pulling out of my mouth and turning me until he is behind me. His thumbs hook in my skirt and tug it off, then my shirt rips beneath his fingers, allowing my breasts to spring free and hang heavily below me. I am naked except for my fishnets and boots. The man behind me wipes the cum off of my ass cheeks with my shirt or skirt. He slides his shaft against my netherlips, moving back and forth as I hear the ripping of packages to my left. A hand under my chin tilts my head up, and a very large cock pushes into my mouth. I hadn't even heard this man enter. His prick is long and thick, at least as large as Darron's, but slightly curved. I suck at him, taking him deep into my throat, past my gag reflex, until I am flush against his pelvis. He tastes of sweat and man as I lick his underside in circles with my tongue. His thickness twitches in my throat. Behind me, the other man is working me, tugging on my clit as he slides in my wetness. I feel something settle over my tight bud, then jolt hard as vibrations crawl through my clit. I want to scream with the pleasure, but all I can get out is a garbled growl. Rough hands enter my hair, the man behind me threading his fingers through the strands to pull my head back even further for the one in front of me to thrust. One hand wraps around my throat, feeling it swell as the cock is shoved down my esophagus. Hands find my breasts and tug, pinch, roll my sensitive nipples. I have no idea how many men are in the room with me, only that all of my focus is on the pleasure screaming throughout my system. The need for an orgasm is a substantial thing, an ache that has settled deep in my stomach. The hands on my head hold me tightly, shaking me from side to side, making my mouth and throat massage the cock that is shoving into it. I can barely breathe, but I don't have to, my agonizing need is enough to make me want more. I hear another ripping, then something cold is pressing against my anus, shoving in with no warning. A large butt plug spreads me, spearing into the tight muscles. I quiver with the need to climax, but it isn't enough. The man behind me finds my wet opening and shoves into my pussy, hitting my g-spot directly. I scream, gurgling around the thick dick in my mouth as I climb higher, my climax just out of reach. They move faster, harder, taking my throat and pussy until I am agonizingly sensitive because of the tightness of my muscles and the need for release. I hear a grunt, then the one behind me pulls out, shoots his load across my back. The one in front must think it's too much, and his cum spills down my throat. I swallow as best I can to get it all. Frustration beats at me. They hadn't let me cum, and now I need it, as badly as I need air to breathe. Chapter 3: the NEED The hands on my body release me, leaving me feeling bereft and wanting. For a second, I wonder if they are going to leave me like this: needy, aching, unfulfilled. Someone reaches for me, guiding me up and off the bed, lending me support when my quivering legs threaten to buckle. I just want to orgasm. That can't be too much to ask. My hips move of their own will, the vibrations on my clit making me throb, the plug in my ass feeling tight and thick. I am forced to my knees, then feel the smoothness of the rope as it wraps around my wrists. It is tied tightly on each arm, then pulled, so that my arms are stretched out to my sides. Two different men must be holding the ends, because my hands are guided unerringly towards two thick penises, neither of which are Darron's. My fingers wrap around them tightly, stroking up and down, exploring the unique textures and lengths. I think maybe one of them is the first man's, its girth and length could be an exact match. Then the plug is ripped out of me and I cry out, feeling so empty. Someone kneels before me, and hands help lift my legs for him to plunge into my aching pussy. Behind me, someone else nudges against my backdoor. A thick cockhead enters from behind, gently easing past my sensitive muscles. Once the tip has gained entrance, he shoots forward in one quick plunge, making me scream at the awaited pleasure-pain that spears me. Finally, I might be able to climax. I moan as they start to move, trying to keep up a steady stroking rhythm on the cocks in my hands. "I want to fuck her ass, too," one says. Another agrees. Male grunts of satisfaction surround me, hard bodies and thick cocks touching every inch of my flesh. Over and over, they pound into me, until first one, then the other cums, leaving me again without an orgasm. "Damnit!" I yell, frustrated and on fire. All I need is one fucking orgasm. Male laughter reaches my ears, as they trade places. I am moved again, bent over a couch, my hands brought down to be tied against the legs or something. I test the binds, but they don't budge. Fuck. Is one climax too much to ask for? Yes, I had wanted to be used like a whore, but even they must get the occasional orgasm. Fingers reach for my ass, spreading my buttocks wide. Male murmurs of lust reach my ears, as one finger then another penetrates my tight asshole. "Damn. Her ass is tight," one says. "Yes," another agrees. "It fairly squeezed the cum right out of me." Three fingers fit into my ass, possibly by different men. I feel them spreading it open, and I moan at the burning, painful sensation. "Fuck! She really likes this!" one man said in a deep voice. A hand slapped down on my ass roughly, and I couldn't help the answering wetness. A finger dipped into my pussy, testing me. "Did you see that? Her cunt tightened when you hit her. Do it again," one instructed. Another slap, and my knees felt weak. Male grunts of appreciation sounded around me. How many were there? "Bring me the box," one said, and within seconds, I heard them rustling around in our toy box. "Look at this!" "Do it." What about these?" Their conversation was just taking too long. I wanted--no needed-- to be fucked. Hard. Now. "Just fuck me!" I say, my core throbbing in time to the pulses on my clit. They laugh. "We are taking our pleasure first, whore. You just sit tight," one said, his booming laughter echoing in the room. Well, shit. It wasn't as if I could actually help myself out. I close my legs, hoping to stimulate something enough to climax, but it was useless. Finally, they must be satisfied with their selections, because their hands move back to me. Someone bends down and rubs some gel all over my erogenous zones: nipples, clit, asshole, pussy. Another clamps the chained pincers to my nipples and I suck in a deep breath. There. Pain, so good. I feel a thickness pressing against my pussy, and another against my ass. They penetrate me roughly at once, shaking me to my core, splitting me open in the most delicious way. The one in my ass must be our cock ring with the anal dildo attached. It is always a favorite of mine. I gasp when he starts to move, realizing that this one is a new man, a cock I haven't had in me before. He's big, both thicker and longer than Darron. "Oh, yes," I moan, when he starts fucking me furiously, slamming into me hard enough for his balls to bounce up and slap at my clit. "Oh, don't stop." I gasp in shock as the places they rubbed the gel begin to heat, tingling in arousal, swelling to the point of agony. "Oh, shit," I groan, feeling everything intensify at once. I don't get the opportunity to say anything else. As I open my mouth on a gasp of pleasure, a cock is shoved into my mouth down my throat. This one I know. My husband. I also know how he likes his blow jobs; sloppy and rough. Behind me, one man was fucking my pussy and ass simultaneously as Darron shoves his way into my throat. Bliss explodes around me as I take both of them as far as they could go, letting them use my body, driving me towards that edge again. I feel it looming just ahead, and all I have to do is shift to fall over it into my climax. But the man behind me stops. I can't even grit out a snarl of anger as he pulls from my body. Then I am satisfied again when his swollen cockhead presses against my tiny asshole. He doesn't give me time to prepare for his intrusion, just shoves into me, seating himself fully. My ass burns, the tight ring of nerves protesting against the invasion, throbbing in agony. It is wonderful. He moves with long thrusts, in and out, back and forth, taking my ass hard and rough, mirroring Darron's thick and hot thrusts in my mouth. And then there it is. I explode around them, stars winking at me behind my blindfold as my legs and hips twitch with my release. "Yes!" the guy behind me says, and empties his load in my ass. Darron moves faster in my throat, then stiffens and grunts his release as he spills against my tongue. I suck as he keeps cumming, drawing it from his balls. The man behind me moves, only to be replaced by another. They each want their turn in my ass. Darron disengages from my mouth and strokes his fingers down my cheek. I smile at him, hoping he can see the reaction. Another penis shoves into my ass and I moan. It's the man with the thick but short erection. He splits me open, aggravating tight muscles and pressing against those agonized nerves until I am again climbing towards my peak. This time he only lasts a few minutes before grunting and pumping his seed into my ass, but it's enough time for me to get close to another orgasm. Hands find the clamps on my nipples as another man fills me. I moan at the sensation of fingers toying with my overly sensitive nipples, then scream when the man behind me pumps into my ass furiously, taking my abused ass hard, never letting up the pace. He takes his pleasure then cums in me, without letting me reach my pinnacle. Again. I have to get another orgasm before my body combusts. Teeth find my nipples and bite, making me fight against the binds. Hands toy with my pussy, delving into my swollen channel as another man shoves into my ass. They only seek their own release now, not worrying about mine, and I growl. Not fair. I should be able to cum again, too! Someone finds the toy clamped around my clit and flicks the button, turning the vibrations up to high. They swell within me, pulsing outward, tightening my pussy and spreading upward into my nipples. Too much. It's agony. A few more pumps of the man behind me and he cums, filling my ass until I can feel it leaking down my thighs. Hands smear the cum in, spreading the stickiness along my legs. "Please," I beg, fire consuming me with the need to cum. My focus is split between the feeling of the vibrations, and the fingers stroking me, my pussy, my tits. My arms are untied, and I am guided to the floor, on top of someone. He quickly fills my pussy, his arms wrapping around me and drawing me down to press my breasts against his chest. His legs spread mine as fingers find my ass, open my ass cheeks. Someone else climbs on top, presses against my sore hole and pushes in. With the thick cock in my core, and another shoving into me from behind, all of my sensitive nerves are stroked, my clit tightly shoved against the pelvic bone below me. The one on top fills me, and I scream, the pain mixing with pleasure in that perfect recipe for destruction. Someone guides my head up to push into my mouth, then they all move at once, filling me, retreating, pumping in and out, stroking my flames higher. I shatter around them, my throat filling with a scream that cannot escape around the thickness in my mouth. My pussy clenches tightly as I quake, my ass tightening on the cock in me like a fist, and within seconds all three of them grunt their releases, pumping cum into my ass, pussy, and mouth moments apart. Sagging in exhaustion, gentle hands pick me up, carry me to the bedroom. I am asleep before gentle hands tuck the blankets around my body. Chapter 4: the RETURN I crack my eyes open and look at the clock. It's almost eight in the morning. Darron is curled up next to me with one arm draped over my waist. I stretch, wincing when my abused body defies the movement. I ache in the most delicious places. Darron stirs beside me, a groan coming from his chest as he stretches, too. "Morning," he says with that lazy voice and charming half-smile I love so well. "Good morning," I reply, leaning over to kiss him, lazily exploring his lips with my tongue. He grabs my waist and rolls, taking me with him. I lie on his chest and absorb his warmth while his hands trace lazy circles along my bare back. "So how are you feeling this morning?" I kiss his chest. "Like I was rode hard and put up wet." He laughs, bobbing me up and down on his stomach. "I will take that as a sign of success." "Yep. Definitely a night to remember. I'm sore, but nothing that a hot bath won't take care of," I say, tracing his masculine nipple with my tongue. He suddenly sits up and grabs me, easily lifting my weight and carrying me to the bathroom. He gives me a few minutes alone to do my business before returning with clothes and flipping the knobs on the tub to run a steamy bath. Lifting me, he climbs in the water, settling me in his lap to lean back against his chest. We both sigh in bliss. Carefully, he lathers a washcloth and cleans me, paying special attention to the areas that ache. Despite the fact that we are wet and naked, neither of us is up to sex. Last night drained our energies. After rinsing the suds form our bodies, he lifts me and wraps me in a thick towel, drying me thoroughly before helping me dress. We check out of the hotel hours before we actually need to, but it's okay. There's no need to stay. Our night of fantasy is over, and we are left looking forward to next month, when we will draw yet another card. I have no doubts that the events of last night will keep us warm over the next few weeks. # # # About the Author I live in south Mississippi with my husband, two children, pancake the puppy, and Majick the black cat. I am a web designer, entomologist, writer, reader, and artist. Life keeps me busy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. When I'm not soaking up caffeine at my computer, I am either in a cave or on a mountain exploring. I enjoy Lindt Lindor chocolates and collecting butterflies as well as painting and digital art. I have been writing fiction for more than 15 years, but only recently began publishing them. Be sure to check back soon. I have several more stories coming. Feel free to find me online! You can find my fan page on Facebook under April Rankin.