Chapter 21: Chapter 21

VADA

Evan dragged me to the end of the bed, flipping me over on my belly.

“Don’t you want me to shower first?” I asked, eyeing the giant puddle in the middle of the mattress. “I’m not very clean down there.”

“There won’t be any more oral tonight,” he grunted.

“Don’t you feel weird putting your dick inside me when I’m full of another man’s spunk?”

“Jake, can you help get her into position?” he asked, ignoring my question while he lifted my hips so my ass was in the air.

Jake straddled my torso, holding me still while Evan pushed my thighs apart. I felt the head of Evan’s cock pressing against my tender, gaping entrance.

“No foreplay or whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I guess,” I snorted.

“Not tonight,” Garrett said, returning from the bathroom where he presumably cleaned up.

~Must be nice.~

“Ahh!” I cried when Evan pushed inside my pussy, filling me with one rough thrust. His fingers dug into my ass while he pumped in and out, his long cock hitting my cervix.

My orgasm came out of nowhere, exploding inside my pussy like a hand grenade. Evan kept up with his vigorous pace, our flesh smashing together while he fucked me with merciless abandon.

The mattress muffled my screams when he came with the force of a Mack truck, his cock erupting deep inside me.

I didn’t know if I could take another pounding that night. But unless I used my safe word, I was getting spit-roasted by the Burmese python.

Evan carried me to the sofa where Jake was sitting, his cock rock-hard and ready. He lowered me onto Jake’s loaded weapon, bracing my hips while he moved me up and down until I was fully impaled.

“I can fuck him myself,” I snapped when Evan continued guiding my body up and down.

“You’re not in control tonight,” he reminded me.

Jake slid his hands up my belly, cupping my breasts roughly while Evan lifted me up and slammed me back down. He thrust upward while they continued with this strange method of fucking me.

Garrett watched from behind the couch.

“Turn her around,” Jake grunted.

Evan lifted me off Jake’s cock and repositioned me so I had my back to him.

Jake grabbed my hips, ramming his cock into me while Evan and Garrett knelt on the floor in front of the couch. At least I was in control now.

Okay. Not really. I may have been on top, but Jake was in the driver’s seat. And he was driving ~hard~.

“Give it to her, Jake,” Evan growled.

“Fuck that cunt!” Garrett cheered.

“Show her who’s boss,” Evan barked.

“Look at those titties bouncing up and down,” Garrett said.

Jake grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples hard while he continued pounding me.

How did these old guys have so much energy? I hadn’t really done any of the work, but I was exhausted.

“I’m gonna finish her off over the arm,” he grunted.

Evan pulled me off Jake’s swollen cock, my eyes catching a glimpse of the throbbing beast, covered in my juices.

I tried not to think about what else it was covered in. That was something to mull over later.

Evan threw me down over the arm of the couch with my ass in the air. “Finish her off good, Jake,” he said.

“She needs to cum first,” Garrett chimed in.

“She’s had lots of orgasms,” Evan said gruffly. “She doesn’t need any more.”

“Yes, she does,” Garrett argued. “We’ve fucked the shit out of her. We owe her one more.”

“I don’t need another one,” I moaned.

Somebody reached between my legs and pinched my clit. “We’ll decide what you need,” Evan growled.

“My balls are gonna explode,” Jake snapped. “Somebody make her cum so I can finish.”

“That asshole is looking mighty tempting,” Garrett said.

“You and your anal obsession,” Evan mumbled. “I don’t get it.”

“Can you stop bickering?!” I yelled. “Fuck!”

“Finger her asshole, Garrett,” Jake said. “See if you can make her cum that way.”

“If he does that, he’s gonna have to soak his finger in bleach,” Evan warned.

“Oh. My. God.” I started to push up from the couch when a hand forced me back down.

“Don’t even think about getting up,” Evan ordered.

“I need some lube,” Garrett said.

“I’ll get it,” Evan offered. “And then I’m gonna take a shower. I don’t wanna watch.”

“Ready, babe?” Garrett asked.

“I’m ready for a nap,” I muttered.

There was no way they were getting another orgasm out of me.

Maybe one more tiny one.

I jumped when I felt a wet finger circling my hole. Jake climbed onto the couch, holding me still while Garrett rubbed the outside of my puckered back door.

“Relax, baby,” Jake ordered.

I cried out when he pushed inside my tight hole.

“She’s really tight,” he said. “I don’t think she’s ever had a cock in her ass. She’s full of shit.”

“Uh, wrong metaphor,” Jake muttered.

“Yeah,” Garrett laughed while he massaged the inside of my tight passage.

He was partially right. I’d never had a ~dick~ in my ass, but I’d had plenty of fingering. And some small toys.

But I’d never done anal play with a guy. Just the girls. I’d always said no when my boyfriends tried. I knew if I let them finger my back door, they would try to put their cock in there.

My bum was tiny and delicate. And tight. I wanted to keep it that way.

“I got a better idea,” Jake said. “Why don’t you finger her ass while I fuck her. Give her a little double-penetration action.”

“Today was only supposed to be one-on-one action,” Garrett whispered. “Evan will be mad if we do that.”

“He left. That’s what he gets for his anal phobia.”

“How many phobias does he have?” I asked.

“Too many,” Jake sighed as he moved to the end of the couch, massaging my cheeks while he lined up his cock, rubbing it up and down my slit before he pushed inside me.

Garrett breached my puckered rim again, pressing firmly against the wall of my vagina while Jake’s cock filled me.

They were both hitting my G-spot at the same time, the stimulation almost too much. My nipples rubbed on the velvet upholstery of the flowered sofa, pushing me to the brink.

“I can’t take anymore!” I cried. “I need to cum!”

Somebody stroked my swollen clit gently. They barely touched it, but it felt like there was a vibrator on max speed down there.

Instead of imploding like I expected, my orgasm started slow, moving outward from my center until it reached my fingers and toes. Every nerve ending in my body tingled.

I forgot to breathe.

My heart pounded in my ears.

My pussy tightened around Jake’s cock.

They continued thrusting in sync.

A warm wave of pure bliss flooded my ravaged body, my muscles going lax. It reminded me of the dentist’s laughing gas. You’re awake, but it feels like your mind is floating outside of your body.

I closed my eyes as my body surrendered to sleep.

“I just need a quick nap,” I heard myself say as someone carried me to bed.

***

I climbed the stairs, the hot metal burning my bare feet as I made my way to the top of the yacht. The late afternoon sun was brutally hot.

I made a beeline across the deck, cursing my stupid decision not to wear shoes.

“That’s better,” I sighed when I entered the air-conditioned viewing lounge.

I closed the blinds on the side facing the dock before settling on the bright blue velour sectional sofa.

The 'eighties was a weird decade. I’d never given it much thought until I stepped onto an 'eighties time capsule.

What was it like to grow up without the internet? Or social media? What did people do all day? How did they stay in touch? What did they do for fun?

I gazed out at the harbor. Several large yachts were docked in our gated section of the marina. I could see a cruise ship in the distance just setting sail.

I’d never been on a cruise. My dad didn’t like boats. He wasn’t an outdoors type of guy at all.

The time we rented the beach house, he stayed inside the entire time, or he sat on the deck with his laptop while his best friends entertained his daughter on the beach.

Was that what he was doing now?

Pawning me off on his friends?

My dad was a workaholic. He always made time for me after my mom died, but it was usually on his terms, with indoor activities.

How was he friends with the guys? They had nothing in common.

I picked up my phone to FaceTime him, changing my mind when I remembered I was half-naked. He probably wouldn’t appreciate seeing me in Evan’s button-up dress shirt.

After my Epsom salts bath, I hadn’t felt like putting on a bra or panties. My lady parts needed some air.

And the women in the movies always wore the man’s shirt after sex. I’d earned the right to wear it.

I decided to FaceTime Mandy instead. She picked up on the first ring, grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re alive!” she laughed.

“Yep.”

“I wasn’t sure how often I was allowed to text you.”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to text me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Mandy?”

“Yeah?”

“Nothing has changed. You’re still my best friend.”

“It feels like things are different, Vada.”

“I’m just on a trip. I’ll be home in a month.”

“It’s not ~just~ a trip. These guys are trying to convince you to marry them.”

“We talked about this before I left, Mandy.”

“I know, babe,” she sighed. “I just really miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Have they fucked you yet?”

“Oh yeah,” I laughed.

“Are they as vanilla as you thought?”

“Definitely not.”

“Really?”

“Why do you sound disappointed?”

“You know why,” she said. “Anyways, what’s it like to get fucked by three guys at the same time?”

“I’ve never actually had all three of them at once.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Evan doesn’t like any type of anal play, so that’s out.”

“That’s a bummer.”

“Literally,” I laughed. “But Garrett is into anal fingering. Earlier he fingered my ass while Jake fucked me.”

“Nice, babe,” she whispered. “Where was Evan, the prude?”

“He went to take a shower.”

“He didn’t fuck you yet?”

“Oh, he’s fucked me a few times. He has a huge dick.”

“Really?” she gasped. “Interesting.”

“Jake’s is even bigger.”

“How big are we talking?”

“Ice packs, Ibuprofen, and Epsom salts big.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah. I told them I like it rough, and I like being controlled.”

“What did they do?”

“They requested a safe word, and then they held me down and took turns fucking my brains out.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Moses.”

“As in?”

“Yeah,” I laughed.

“Why would you pick that?”

“Because Evan has period phobia. And he’ll freak out when he learns what my safe word means.”

“~Period phobia~?”

“He’s got issues.”

“Are you wearing a man’s shirt?” she asked.

“Yeah. I took a bath to soothe my tender cookie, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of putting panties on.”

“Where are you? In a hotel?”

“No. We’re on a yacht. It’s an ’eighties-themed Airbnb.”

“Really?” she laughed. “I guess that explains the hanging plant behind you.”

“Yep. You should see this boat. There’s gaudy wallpaper, pastel-colored furniture, wicker, mirrors all over the place, plants, cassette players, board games from the ’eighties.

“There’s even a waterbed!”

“Oh my God!” she shrieked. “Did they fuck you on it?”

“Not yet. There’s a massive round bed with a mirror on the ceiling. That’s where Evan and Garrett banged me. Jake did me over the end of the sofa.”

“A mirror?” she gasped. “That is a great idea. We need to get one here.”

“It was pretty hot to watch myself getting fucked.”

“Is your cookie really sore?”

“It’s actually not too bad, considering all the sex I’ve had in the past couple of days.”

“I miss your kitty, babe,” she whispered.

“She misses you too.”

“Can I see her?”

“I don’t know,” I said, glancing toward the sliding glass door.

“See? Things have changed.”

“Just because I don’t want to have phone sex, that doesn’t mean anything has changed between us, Mandy.”

“The old Vada would’ve already had the phone between her legs.”

I started unbuttoning my shirt, shaking my head at her giddy grin.

“The guys are occupied. They’re playing some old video game. I don’t get how they can be so excited about an ancient game with shitty graphics.”

“Pussy, babe,” she said. “Let’s see how much those old fuckers have stretched it.”

“It goes back to its original size, you goof.”

“I have had intercourse with a penis, and some large dildos,” she said. “I know how it works.”

I settled back on the sofa and spread my legs, positioning the camera so she could see my puss-puss.

“Oh, babe,” she whispered. “Kitty looks a little sore.”

“It’s a good kind of sore,” I said.

“I wish I could kiss it better,” she murmured. “I’d pet her gently. You never get a whisker rub from my mouth.”

“I guess I do have a bit of beard burn on my lips,” I said, leaning my head between my legs to take a closer look.

“Touch yourself for me,” she said.

“Where?”

“Circle your clit with your baby finger.”

I touched myself with one hand while I held the phone with the other, working my little button.

“Are you getting wet, babe?”

“Not really,” I admitted. “I think I’m just all sexed-out for today.”

“Close your eyes and picture me. Pretend it’s me working your clit while I make love to you with my tongue.”

I closed my eyes, but in my fantasy the mouth eating me out came with stubble. And the fingers weren’t delicate female ones.

My eyes flew open when I heard the door sliding across the track.

Garrett stepped into the room.

And he did not look happy.