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  As I watched, Garrick eased his pants from his hips, sliding the fabric off so it pooled on the floor at his feet. His thick shaft quivered and pulsed as I thrust my pelvis in time to the music. Selecting a packet from the basket, he ripped open the cellophane and smoothed a condom over his long length as I danced toward him, his gaze capturing mine. All my attention was focused on him and the straining shaft as I slowed to stop before him. He pulled my hands from my breasts gently and made me straddle his thighs, all the while watching my eyes. Easing first one leg then the other over the rolled arms of the chair, Garrick slid his hot, hard length into my wet pussy, thrusting deep against the gate of my womb, rocking and pulsing within my sensitive walls. His broad hands tightened over my hips, lifting me clear of his cock, then pulling me forcefully back down onto it.

  I could feel the eyes of all the men watching us as Garrick pumped my hips over him.

  Just as I neared my climax, he pulled free and eased me away from his body. I looked over my shoulder as hard hands circled my breasts from behind and Terry pressed his naked frame against my back. He eased the skirt of my robe to the side before he slipped into my aching pussy. He worked his length carefully within me, thrusting hard enough to push me toward completion, but not enough to send me over the edge.

  Again, just as my body began to tighten in climax, Terry withdrew, and I was spun to meet Vincent’s penetrating blue eyes. His dark hair fell over his brow, giving him a childlike quality. As he pushed down his pants, baring his impressive erection, I laughed at the lack of childlike dimensions he sported. Someone tossed a packet to him, and he snatched it out of the air without turning his gaze from mine. Handing me the condom, he waited as I opened Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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  it and smoothed it over his impressive cock. Once I’d finished, Vincent walked me backward to the nearest wall, where he lifted my body in his huge fists and slammed into my damp channel. His pumping and pounding technique took my breath away, shooting me back to the edge of arousal.

  When I was a thrust or two from climax, Vincent passed me to Elkin, who turned me to face the wall. His turgid length caressed the crease between my buttocks before sliding forward and into my moist pussy. My cries were growing more frantic by then, as Elkin pulsed and ground his hips against mine, stroking the screaming nerves of my vagina with his hot shaft. Behind me, the crackle of cellophane and the whisper of latex over flesh ratcheted my arousal higher. The thought that each man would fuck me while George choreographed it all excited me beyond the levels the tainted liquor or fruit had taken me to thus far.

  When Elkin pulled free and handed me to Aaron, I knew his pulsing hips and thick cock would leave my body straining for satisfaction. I guessed George would be the last to mount me, and when I felt Aaron’s smooth withdrawal, I staggered to the center of the room, searching for my lover as my quivering legs gave way beneath me. On shaking knees, I shuddered and sobbed, begging for climax as my fingers fumbled with the hooks securing my robe. Ripping the delicate fabric from my body, I ignored the audience I’d acquired. Bracing my left forearm on the floor and leaning forward, I spread my thighs and slipped my fingers into my aching body. Deaf to the panting breaths around me, I focused on bringing myself relief.

  The room was filled with the excited murmurings of the six men who watched. My first climax ripped through me after a few strokes of my clit. When my shaking arm grew too weak to hold my upper body erect, Garrick knelt before me, his eyes fixed avidly on my frantically thrusting fingers. He flexed his thick penis between the swaying globes of my breasts. The friction of my round tits sliding around his cock sent him into climax.

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  My body was beyond the ability to obey the commands of my mind. Four pairs of hands eased me to my feet while two more pair spread thick towels over a plastic mat on my living room floor. They lifted and positioned me in the middle of the towels, my upper body held higher than my lower as cool wine dribbled over my breasts to spill down my belly and pool between my legs.

  Each man took a turn drizzling wine over my skin before lapping the liquor from my body. Once sated and the bottle emptied, they dipped thick washcloths into a basin of warm water. The liquid felt refreshing against my sweat-drenched flesh. They paid particular attention to my labia and vagina. Six times the swollen flesh was rinsed, a gentle stream of water squeezed from the cloth into my channel. By the time the last man had ministered to my body, I was on fire with arousal. Glistening with water, they draped me over a padded chaise someone had dragged from my bedroom and positioned in the center of the living room floor.

  My body became a meal for the men. George remained outside the ring as Aaron and Vincent fondled a breast each, their wet, warm mouths suckling the stiffened peaks, while Terry and Elkin guided my hands around their pulsing shafts. Garrick mounted me first, slipping his thick, condom-sheathed length deep within me, clasping my hips tight to his as he pumped and strained toward climax. His shudders came only minutes later, while my channel quivered, but didn’t spasm in its own satisfaction. Sliding away, Garrick disappeared to dispose of the protection before returning to drape himself across the sofa, while keeping a keen eye on the four men surrounding me.

  Elkin eased my hand from around him, rolled the thin latex barrier down his swollen cock, and moved between my spread thighs. Straddling one, he twisted me onto my hip, forcing Terry to abandon my breast and claim my free hand. As Terry tightened my fingers over his thick cock, Elkin dipped his hips and thrust into me from a nearly sideways position.

  The hot sac of his balls caressed the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. His unique position, the dual sensation of him inside me and the sway of his flesh along my inner thigh, sent me Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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  rocketing into orgasm. My hot sheath milked his pulsing length in rhythmic waves, drawing a guttural cry from his lips as he came in a great, thrusting rush.

  My own cry was quickly silenced by warm lips covering my mouth. Garrick had moved to the head of my chaise, his amber eyes heated and commanding as he swallowed my cries of completion. A flicker of something registered in my mind, shied away, and slid into the shadows before I could capture any understanding. As my orgasm eased, his kiss softened to a silky caress of lips against lips, before he drew away and returned to his position on the sofa once again. A quick glance at George had my heart skipping in my chest. He wasn’t watching me. Eyes narrowed, face curiously remote and devoid of expression, he examined Garrick steadily until the other man met his gaze. No battle of wills, but a frisson of awareness scuttled through my body at the exchange. Just as quickly as it had happened, the moment passed and my attention was drawn back to the men worshiping the curves of my flesh.

  Vincent replaced Elkin as my attendees dwindled and the audience grew. A temporary lassitude filled me as Vincent arranged my body to his satisfaction by pulling me to the very edge of the chaise and wrapping my thighs about his hips. Rocking forward so just the very tip of his broad, condom-covered penis penetrated the opening of my body, Vincent took his time easing in and out of me. Playing an adept game of cat and mouse, he teased my body into a frenzy with tiny pulses and sudden, deep-plunging thrusts that had my breasts swaying and bouncing.

  Vincent had to have been the most practiced lover of the group. His stamina surpassed George’s as he built within my exhausted body a sexual tension that had my head spinning as I gasped for breath. As the spiraling need coiled in my belly, I strained upward, reaching, striving for release. After several thrusts, he grinned wryly at me and, it seemed, allowed himself to climax in deference to the two men patiently waiting their turn.

  I could feel the knot tighten within me as Vincent released my hips and slipped free of my clutching body. A hastily muttered conversation between Terry and Aaron led to my 52 Qwillia Rain

  servicing both of them at the same time. Aaron slipped between my thighs as Terry slid his thick shaft free of his condom and straddled my chest.
Lifting my arms to clasp his waist, Terry pressed his cock past my gasping lips as Aaron sheathed his length within my quivering channel. Holding my head in both hands, Terry rocked his shaft into my mouth, whispering his encouragement as I suckled the turgid length, laving the velvet hardness hungrily.

  Aaron worked my cunt like a steam engine at full speed, pushing faster and faster, deeper and deeper in my tightness, scrambling to find satisfaction. Gasping and clutching my hips, Aaron rode his climax in hard, pounding thrusts, while Terry’s orgasm was a salty wash of fluid in my mouth, unhurried, but satisfying. When both men had eased from me, I pulsed, desperate for completion, and turned a pleading look toward George, to find him holding a video camera trained on me. It should have surprised me, but it didn’t. During some of our evenings together, I’d performed for his camera. Masturbating, pleasuring myself with my vibrator or just my fingers while he directed my actions.

  Opposite me, Garrick was erect, his palm smoothing the long, hot length of his body as he watched my wet pussy. Rising on shaking legs, I collected a condom from the basket, crossed the few steps to him, rolled the latex over his proud member, and sheathed his tumescence within me, lifting a swollen breast to his lips as I rocked over him, reaching desperately for climax.

  The drug wore off three hours later, after I had had each man at least three more times and George had put aside the camera and helped me to another shattering climax. I fell into a light doze, waking just after noon, according to the small, antique mantel clock on the bookcase.

  Sprawled half on the chaise and half off, my head resting in Garrick’s lap, I woke to the feel of his penis stirring against my cheek. His fingers threaded through my hair as he guided my mouth to take his shaft inside. Stroking up and down his thick length, I marveled at the Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs

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  scent of his skin. After the hours of fucking, and the number of condoms he’d donned, I was surprised at the clean smell permeating his body.

  Swirling my tongue over the bulbous tip of his cock, I lapped at the sensitive vein underneath and the ridge separating the shaft from the head of his penis. Moving farther along his length, I teased the hot sac between his thighs with my fingertips while drawing on his stalk until my cheeks flexed from the suction. Mindful of the sleeping forms around us, I purred against his length, allowing the vibrations to slide along his cock at the same time I cuddled his balls in my hand. Taking my time, enjoying the guttural noises he fought to stifle, I brought him to completion, easily swallowing his passion as a soft, soothing climax coursed through my belly and into my breasts.

  Exhausted, the other men remained unconscious around us as Garrick slipped from beneath me, found George’s camera, and turned it on. Arranging the camera angle to his satisfaction, Garrick set the camera down so it faced me, before he returned to the chaise to slip his newly erect length between my lips again. Over and over, we repeated the scene, each time more intense than the last. Four times I came, and each time, Garrick muffled my cries so as not to wake the others. It was as if he wanted to keep the tableau between just us.

  The heat in his golden eyes mesmerized me, reminding me of the power George held over my body and my heart. It confused and frightened me to think that there could be another man with the ability to capture my soul. Even as I felt him smooth the hair from my cheeks, a movement in my peripheral vision warned me we weren’t the only ones awake. As one, Garrick and I turned to meet George’s gaze.

  Nervous, wary of the emotions roiling within me, I held his green stare until his attention drifted upward. George’s eyes swept over us, analyzing Garrick’s semihard cock, the stroke of his hands over my cheeks, and the cool challenge in his golden gaze, and still George remained motionless. Draped over the armchair Garrick had occupied when I first entered the room, he watched, and then offered the barest nod.

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  Garrick rose and helped me to my feet. Around us the other men slept while we made our way to my bathroom. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain, Garrick bathed me, his hands smoothing over my body with the same gentle slide as the pulsing water spraying from the showerhead. Against my hip I could feel his body stirring to life. Still confused at George’s reaction and my own mad thoughts, I tried to step away, get out of the shower.

  With my body as tired as it was, I knew I would be unable to resist for long. Garrick caught me before I’d moved far. Clamping an arm about my waist, he turned me to face the wall.

  The light scent from the body oil I keep in my shower wafted to my nose. I heard Garrick moving behind me, but was unable to turn to see what he was doing. The crackle of cellophane and the sight of one of the condom packets swirling in the water near the drain reassured at least part of me that his determination to protect me was as ingrained as George’s.

  His hands spread the cheeks of my bottom. Fingertips slick with oil, he traced the puckered hole, coating the entrance before forcing his finger within to grease the tight sheath. Sobbing in protest, I tried to pull away. It was no use.

  “Open up, Gina,” Garrick demanded, thrusting his finger rhythmically, rubbing oil onto every inch he could reach.

  “No,” I croaked. Only George had breached that entrance. Despite the arousal zinging through me at the thought of his hot shaft sinking into my ass, I was determined it remain that way until George decided otherwise.

  As if my thoughts had drawn him, George stepped into the shower, his hands holding my face still so our eyes could meet. “Let him in, Gina.”

  Water cascaded over his shoulders, splattering into my face, mingling with the tears I knew leaked from my eyes as I shook my head, “I can’t…no.”

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  The shower soaked the silver-threaded black waves as he dipped his head and coasted his lips over mine. “It’s there.” He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with joy, amusement, and satisfaction. “The glow, Gina, he brings it out of you. I want to see more.”

  His eyes fastened over my shoulder, I was stunned to see him lean forward to brush his lips over Garrick’s. The other man tensed for the barest instant, fingers clutching my hip, before they relaxed and George pulled away, a wry grin lifting his lips. My breasts ached with arousal, my pussy begged for attention, and I could feel the muscles in my ass flutter, desperately squeezing the fingers Garrick continued to thrust into me.

  “Do it, baby. Your pussy goes all buttery soft when I’m drilling your ass. And you come so hard for me,” he coaxed. “I want him to feel it, too. I want to see you catch fire as you come.”

  Behind me, Garrick’s cock jerked at George’s words. “Do it.” His voice grew forceful as I felt him push the head of his penis against my greased opening.

  With George’s mouth on mine, I felt Garrick’s fingers push wide the swollen lips of my pussy an instant before he eased the cool, wet neck of the oil bottle into my damp sheath.

  Surprised, I loosened my muscles for a moment, just long enough for Garrick to thrust his thick shaft deep into my ass. Slick with oil, his penis rocked forcefully within me, penetrating me with the entire length of his staff. He withdrew my bottle and set it aside.

  His hands gripped my hips, slamming me back to meet each thrust of his hips. Water pounded down over us. George watched me, his eyes holding mine before leaning past my shoulder to capture Garrick’s mouth with his, drowning my cries against his heaving chest.

  Moments later I felt the men pull apart, and then George leaned back, and his lips settled over mine, sharing the unique flavors that belonged only to him and Garrick. Against my ear, Garrick gasped, “You’re so fuckin’ tight, so tight. Yeah, that’s it, pump me. Squeeze, squeeze it, baby.”

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  He came in a furious rush, his pulsing release detectable even through the latex sheath separating our flesh, while I shuddered and shook, the tense muscles of my pussy clamping and spasming in frustration at being left empty.

  Even as I came
back to my senses, I realized George had left us. Though the taste of his kiss and the warmth of his touch lingered on my lips and cheeks, it was Garrick’s heat against my back, his arms around my waist that held me upright as the water spilled over us.

  Slipping his semierect cock from my body, Garrick shut off the water and eased us out of the shower. Disposing of the condom, he ripped open another packet and rolled a second sheath on before moving us out of the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies. The shower must have wakened the men. When we entered my living room, George was rubbing at his wet hair with a towel while the other four men were watching, their erections straining upward like sentinels on duty. Another wine bottle with its sexual potion passed from man to man, and then to me. With Garrick at my back, his cock thick and hard again and pushing at my ass, Vincent pressed the mouth of the bottle to my lips and held it there until I had swallowed the last few ounces of the drink.

  Easing the bottle from my lips after I took the last of the doctored wine in, Vincent eased his latex-covered dick into my cunt, filling my hot depths. Stepping carefully backward, he drew me down with him onto the chaise, and Garrick followed, his penis sliding past the sore muscles of my anus until he’d measured his full length into my ass. I rode their thrusting bodies for several seconds before Elkin stepped forward. Threading his fingers through my hair, easing my head up and back, he pushed his stiff cock past my lips.

  Vincent suckled my breasts while I suckled Elkin. Each man came within seconds of each other, but I was not allowed a rest. As soon as they eased from my body, Terry, George, and Aaron stepped forward to replace them.

  The aphrodisiac kept me clamoring for satisfaction for the remaining hours of the afternoon. Each man had me orally and vaginally, working in pairs until every inch of my mouth and pussy ached from their attentions.

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  Only George and Garrick entered my ass. If any of the other men attempted to voice a protest, chilling green and gold glares silenced the words. My heart swelled at their understanding of my need to keep that one part of me solely theirs. Odd as it may sound, I felt cherished, adored, simply because George and Garrick refused to allow anyone else to possess what was theirs.