Page 8 of Shared By My Brother's Best Friends

“Doesn’t want you touching me. But no one said anything about me touching you.” I slip my hand inside his pants and stroke all the way down his thick shaft to cup his heavy balls.

Webster moans, clenching his jaw, but not pulling away.

I take that as permission. With his balls in my hand, I guide Webster back as I slide off the counter to stand in front of him. Letting go, I drop to my knees, pulling down the front of his sweatpants as I go and grin at the way his cock bounces free.

All three of them hiss and groan as I pull my shirt off and my bare nipples harden against the cool cabin air.

Webster cranes over me, gripping the edge of the counter as I lick the head of his cock and suck him into my mouth to the back of my throat.

Bobbing my head up and down the length of him, my eyes connect with Royal and Kelly, standing behind Webster now. They take my satisfied hum and hooded gaze as the invitation I intended it to be and stride over to stand on either side of Webster.

Royal and Kelly watch me suck Webster’s dick for a moment, slowly stroking themselves before they lose their patience, waiting their turns before they push their pants down and stand with their weeping tips less than an inch from my cheeks.

Webster tangles his fingers in my hair. Getting a fistful on the back of my head, he pulls my mouth off of his cock, turns my head and guides my mouth down Kelly’s length. After a dozen or so pumps on Kelly’s cock, Webster pulls me off of him and turns me to face Royal’s cock, resting heavily in his own hand.

I suck Royal’s cock for a few seconds before going back to Webster. Only this time, with Webster’s thick cock, hammering my throat, I wrap each of my hands around Kelly’s and Royal’s rock hard shafts.

“Shower me in your cum. I want to swim in it,” I beg them, breathlessly after popping off the end of Webster’s cock.

I suck Webster in again, but he nudges me off. Fisting his cock and pumping furiously, he tells the other two, “You heard our girl.”

Kelly and Royal take their dicks from me and jerk hard and fast.

In no time, all three of them lean in, their dicks, hovering an inch from my face, they cum in hot streams on my cheeks and in my hair. With my mouth wide, I catch as much of it on my tongue as I can, like snowflakes in winter. But they taste so much sweeter.

“Fuck. I can’t wait to make you come,” Royal says, trying to catch his breath.

As he reaches his hand toward me and the stream of cum dripping down my tits, Webster slaps him away. “No touching.”

“This is bullshit. We can’t leave her like this.”

“He’s right, Web,” Kelly says. “It’s not right.”

I stand and back up until my back hits the counter. Lifting my ass onto the edge where Webster had placed me earlier, I tell them, “It’s okay. I can take care of myself. You’re more than welcome to watch.” I slip my panties down my legs, kick them across the room as I smear my fingers through the streaks of cum they painted on my body, then dip my sticky fingers into my wet, needy cunt.

It’s hard to keep my eyes open, but when I catch Royal rubbing his hand down the length of his cock, getting hard again already, I don’t want to look away.

“Dammit, Web. I wanna fuck her so bad,” Kelly growls, taking a step in my direction, gripping his fat, iron rod in his meaty fist.

“No touching her.”

It’s funny how strict Webster is about the no touching rule even though he’s the only one who already broke it.

I can still feel his fist in my hair. The commanding turn of his wrist as he marched my mouth from cock to cock.

My center floods with heat as a moan rumbles in my throat.

I want Webster’s hands all over me. I want him to smack my ass, then grip my hips as he thrusts his dick deep in my pussy.

“Please, Webster,” I beg, making eye contact so he knows how serious I am. “I want you inside me. Please.”

He stands stalk still with his eyes locked on mine. Even with a raging hard on, he bends down, grips his sweatpants, and pulls them up around his waist.

I want to be mad. I want to stop touching myself, to punish him for denying me, but I can’t stop. Instead, his firmness and commanding presence brings me to the edge. My clit tingles under my circling fingers. My channel tightens, so fucking hungry for a cock to fill it.

“I’ll fuck you, Sunshine,” Royal says.

I want him. And Kelly. All three of them to fill and stretch me until I beg for mercy.

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