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“Alright, Andrea, honey,” Devin said. “It’s time. You’re going to crawl over to the couch and learn to help my associates relax. You won’t go to bed until your tummy is nice and full of their seed.”

CHAPTER 11

Dylan

I watched Andrea crawl toward us, her dress still tucked up at her waist and her panties still down. Her adorable bottom glowed bright red with the evidence of her stern correction from Devin. I didn’t think my cock had ever gotten this hard in my life, but I found myself more and more turned on by Andrea with each passing moment. She knelt in front of us where we sat side by side on the big couch, Ethan in the middle, Travis on his right, and me on his left, each of us with our rigid shafts in our hands.

Andrea’s blonde hair fell in tousled waves around her flushed face, and her blue eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and arousal. The way Devin had tucked up her dress around her waist emphasized the sweet curves of her hips and the roundness of her well-spanked bottom. My gaze trailed over her body, drinking in every detail, each one bringing a little leap to the hardness in my hand.

“Go ahead and kiss them, sweetheart,” Ethan said. “A nice big kiss for each cock.”

With a whimper, Andrea complied. She leaned forward, her lips trembling as they brushed against Ethan’s shaft. I watched, transfixed, as she moved to Travis next, placing a soft kiss on the head of his erect member.

When she reached me, our eyes meet for a brief moment. The mixture of shame and submission in her gaze sent a jolt of electricity through him. Did I imagine it, or did the expression on her face say that the little peck she gave the head of my raging erection meant the most to her of the three?

Travis issued the next command. “That’s it, good girl. Why don’t you go on and take Ethan’s cock into that pretty mouth of yours?”

Ethan chuckled, and I felt my mouth quirk into a smile.

“Good sharing, bro,” I observed. “Gold star for you.”

At our feet, though, the lewd vision of Andrea’s obedience distracted me from any humor in the situation. Her face went crimson with embarrassment as she opened her mouth, hesitating for just a second before wrapping her lips around Ethan’s thick shaft. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck.

“Don’t leave us out, girl,” Travis growled. “You’ve got hands, don’t you?”

With a sob around Ethan’s manhood, Andrea raised her trembling hands and reached for Travis’s and my penises. We took them and wrapped her fingers around our stiff shafts, and Andrea tentatively began to pleasure us that way.

“Good girl,” Devin observed. I glanced over to where he had gotten Greta out of her armchair and led her to the other couch. As I watched, he toppled his full-figured wife over the back of it and raised her dress to reveal her modest cotton panties. Greta’s cheeks had gone pink, but her eyes shone with the need for her husband’s hardness that she always developed when she watched one of her subservient girls get spanked.

As Andrea pleasured us, I became acutely aware of the sounds coming from Lila’s and Lydia’s bedrooms upstairs. I heard Lydia’s high-pitched cries as Hank took her virginity, the sound mingling with Lila’s more experienced sounds of pleasure. Muffled moans and rhythmic noises, a bang like a headboard against a wall, filtered through the walls.

My cock throbbed almost painfully in response to this lewd symphony. I watched Andrea’s head bob up and down as she serviced Ethan, her inexperienced movements becoming more confident with each passing moment. I moved her hand faster up and down my erection at the sight of her full lips stretched around Ethan’s girth. The combination of that visual with the audio backdrop of the girls upstairs being thoroughly fucked pushed me to new heights of arousal.

“Give me some of that,” Travis growled, and Ethan, with obvious reluctance, pulled Andrea’s mouth off his cock and directed it onto the jutting manhood to his right. With a sob of shame and need, Andrea began to pleasure the new member.

She had moved her left hand to stroke Ethan’s deserted penis, but the distraction had clearly made her pause her rhythm on mine. I could see how hard she worked to please, despite her evident shame and discomfort, but my own ache turned me selfish.

“Don’t stop jerking this cock, honey,” I commanded, my voice gruff with arousal. “Better yet, be a good girl and let me have a turn in your mouth, too.”

Andrea’s instant reaction brought a surge of warmth into my chest and a thrill of need to my cock. She raised her head from Travis’s lap and looked at me, her eyes wide with fear as if she thought I might take her over my own knee and spank her for neglecting me. Alongside that anxiety, though, I saw Andrea’s own arousal so clearly it startled me: I could see in her eyes, I felt certain, the idea that part of herwantedto go over my knee, even with her bottom in its already painful state.

Under the spell of that look, hardly thinking about it, I reached out my left hand to put it around the back of her head and draw her mouth down onto my aching erection. I felt her tense and then, bewitchingly, yield to my compulsion. Andrea let out a submissive whimper, and took my hardness deep into her mouth, suckling at it as if she found me the most delicious treat she had ever tasted.

“Good girl,” I gasped, nearly overwhelmed by the pleasure. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Andrea

I couldn’t believe how shameful it all felt, or how arousing.

Lydia’s high-pitched cries continued to pierce the air as Hank evidently enjoyed using her pussy and her bottom for the first time. The sounds sent shivers through my body, a mixture of sympathy and forbidden excitement. I imagined her lyingbeneath him, her legs spread wide as he pushed into her. Bent over the bed to receive him in her virgin bottom. The image made me clench involuntarily around nothing, my pussy aching with need.

Not to be outdone, Lila’s moans of pleasure drifted down from the other bedroom. Her cries seemed more confident, more practiced. “Oh, god, Bill!” she called out. “Yes, right there! Harder!” I even thought that the wet sounds of their vigorous coupling reached my ears, or perhaps I imagined them. Either way, it made my face burn with embarrassment even as it fueled my own arousal.

Meanwhile, Devin had bent Greta over the back of the other couch and begun to fuck her hard from behind. The sight of the matronly woman with her skirt hiked up, her modest cotton panties pulled aside as Devin’s thick shaft plunged in and out of her, was almost too much to process. Greta’s face was flushed, her eyes closed in ecstasy as her husband used her roughly.

“That’s it, honey,” Devin growled. “Take it like a good little slut.”

Greta whimpered in response, pushing back against him eagerly. “Yes, sir,” she gasped. “Oh… oh, god… Use me, sir. Please!”

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