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None of us speak as if we are all waiting on the edges of our seats hoping she’ll give us the right answer.

“I think I’m okay with, uh, um… Can we take it slow?”

Collectively, the three of us boys blow out breaths. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Yes, cupcake. Whatever you need.” Brahn reaches around the seat to rub her shoulders.

“Girlie, you call the shots here…on those days. But now, you’re fair game.”

“Geez! Can I get inside the house?” She asks with a little laugh, and we all join in, but quietly narrow our eyes at each other, wondering who gets to try her out first.

“Sure, I’ll give you a tour,” I say.

“Not so fast. We do rock-paper-scissors for it,” Brahn grunts.

April rolls her eyes and jumps out of the car. Hurriedly, we throw our signs.

I win with paper over the two rocks the guys made with their fists. “Yes! See ya.”

Scrambling to catch up with April, I open the front door for her to our little abode. “It’s not much, but we can afford it. There are two bathrooms, and you can have the biggest with the bedroom attached.”

“Oh, my.” She says when we enter the living room.

My hand crawls to the back of my neck. “Uh, yeah. We don’t do a lot of cleaning up.” She kicks over a stack of pizza boxes and take out containers on her way to the kitchen. “Sorry about the smells,” I say as she glances at the piles of dirty dishes and overflowing trash cans.

“Show her the room. Don’t let her see our bathroom first. She’ll never stay,” Wolf says, closing the front door behind him and Brahn.

“Right.” Placing a hand on the small of her back, I lead her down the narrow, dark hall to the main bedroom at the end on the right. “Here’s your room.”

April gasps when I open the door and I hope she’s not going to run, but when she spins to look at me, tears flood her eyes. “This is the best room I’ve ever had!”

She drops her backpack at our feet and latches her arms around my chest, the feel of her tiny body doing something to me…more than just making me horny. Fuck, my heart feels warm. The need to see her smile like that all the time grows deep inside of me.

“Well, it’s not much. But this is the clean room.”

There’s only a double bed covered with white sheets, a quilt, a bedside table with a lamp, and an old dresser in the room. The connected bathroom is tiny, but fully functional with its mid-century pink tiles and pedestal sink. “Toilet’s aqua green, but it works,” I say, pointing out all the features.

Ever since seeing her smile at our crappy place, my dick has been hard. That’s a lie. It was before then just being near her. But I’m getting confused about if it’s only because she’s so small and cute, or if it’s something more.

Whatever it is, my need is too great, so I snare her waist and twist her around as her lips part. “Oh!”

I slide my hands up her skirt, feeling a tiny piece of fabric slotted over my pussy. “Do I need lube, or are you ready for me?”

“R-right here? Okay. We’re doing this. Alright.”

“Free use, sweetheart. Can’t wait, so yeah. Right now.” I lift her up and she helps by taking a small hop, then latching her legs around my waist as one of my hands fumbles with my belt.

Splaying open the crotch of my jeans, I hurriedly thumb at her clit, but there’s no need to wait long. She’s wet and ready for me. “Fuck…”

I slick a few fingers through her as her green eyes widen. “I’m ready.”

With a few shuffling steps, I press her back against the only blank space in the tiny bathroom, then slot myself between her folds. Just the heat from her slick is enough to make me throb and leak from the tip of my cock. No hesitation. I plunge in all the way with a loud grunt.

“Shit. You’re a lot fucking tighter than I expected.”

The air gets forced from her lungs until she’s sipping in tiny panting breaths. “Oh, fuck! You’re a lot bigger than I expected.”

“Better get used to us, sweetheart. None of us are small.” Her pussy grips so strongly, when I try to pull back, it’s like she’s coming with me. “We’ll need lots of lube around here ‘cause you’re about to be taken all the time. Pussy, ass, mouth… Whichever hole it is, one of us hungry men is going to be using your body to fulfill our needs.” With another shove inside her, she yelps. “And we’re needy boys.”

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