CHAPTER SIX
Nick
They were late. Way late. That fucker better not have fucked up.
Because we were all in Tucson, waiting for Tom to arrive with his charge.
The beautiful Joanie.
Reportedly the most innocent brunette that’s ever set foot on an Elite Air jet.
Well, she’s not that innocent anymore.
According to reports she was sexy and wild now. With a hotly creaming cunt and big tits that swung as she was fucked. A pink pout that could stretch. And oh shit, that ass.
We’d all heard reports of that ass. None of us had touched it yet but the giant pumpkin was beckoning in our imaginations, jouncing this way and that, dripping with cum.
Because yeah, the female’s lost her pussy cherry already. The twins took that. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t another cherry still intact, luscious and sweet.
Or in this case, dirty and deep.
Because we’ll own her every which way until she screams, creamy curves heaving hard.
But fuck. Where the hell was Tom? Dude’s a pilot. Shouldn’t that make him get here sooner rather than later?
Because Tucson isn’t my place. I’m a New Yorker, Manhattan is my milieu. So to be stuck in this dry, arid desert, with red mountains the only thing for miles sucked shit. Give me a skyscraper or two, that’s more my style.
But at that moment, Damien strolled in.
“Yo relax,” he grunted, seeing my scowl. “They’ll be here any second.”
“They better,” was my surly retort. “Because shit, this place sucks.”
Charlie followed not two steps behind.
“It’s not so bad,” he drawled. “Relax bro. Enjoy the amenities. We’ve done well with headquarters.”
Because currently, Damien, Charlie, Aaron, Andrew and I were at Elite Air’s corporate offices waiting for Tom to show with our sweet female. The building is a sleek, gleaming affair, designed by a starchitect from my hometown. No way was I going to work in some pueblo-style adobe hut.
And the interior melded with the modern design of the building itself. Low-slung white couches were scattered about, a couple flat screens going simultaneously, broadcasting CNN and MSNBC. Hey, the markets always run, even when they’re allegedly closed. It’s important to stay on top of this shit.
Because I run a trading firm back in New York. The details aren’t important except to know that billions of cash pass through our hands each day. It’s not about individual guys on the exchange floor, shouting and gesturing with obscure hand signals. It’s all about electronics now, transactions that happen in a blink of an eye based on market movements and inside info.
Yeah, I said it. Inside info. This ain’t the cleanest business in town, but hey, that’s just how it works. So long as I get my fair share, then I’m good to go.
But hell, we were all rich as shit, it wasn’t even about the money anymore. Damien ran a couple ranches. Charlie had his cosmetics company. The twins do that weird holding company thing, with a finger in every pie. And Tom, damn him, is actually the CEO of a tech start-up, a billion dollar unicorn that has investors salivating. It was crazy. How does that guy even have time to fly planes?
But the six of us were meeting at HQ to get things under control. Because reports on Joanie have been insane. Wet. Willing. A constantly leaking cunt. So innocent and yet so horny all the time. Doing guy after guy after guy, spreading her legs, always with a sweet smile. I was the only one who hadn’t gotten my hands on her yet, and believe me, my cock was ready. It was positively pulsing, achy and hard from anticipation.
Suddenly, the buzzer sounded. A glance at a security screen revealed Tom’s looming form outside.
“Tell them to head upstairs,” I ordered the secretary over the intercom.
And expectantly, the five of us waited, cool air from the A/C brushing over my shoulders. At least there was no desert heat here in the building.
Finally, a loud rap sounded on the door and my buddy appeared. Damn, asshole looked good, dark hair swept back, blue eyes gleaming, that shit-eating grin on display. And you know why? Because fucker just got laid, spurting his release dozens of times into a sweet, hot female.
But where was the girl?
“Yo,” I grunted. “Missing something?”
And then Joanie stepped out from behind Tom, that curvy form shy yet voluptuous.
Oh shit, oh shit.
She was even better than the reports.
Luscious in every way, hills and valleys heavy and full even under that cotton stewardess dress.
“Hi,” she breathed unsteadily, eyes sweeping over us. “Hi, I think I’ve met you all already.”
“Not me,” was my growled reply. I got up, taking that small hand in one of my massive paws.
“I’m Nick North,” was my deep rasp. “These are my buddies, we own Elite Air. I think you’ve met Damien, Charlie, Andrew, Aaron, and this fucker Tom,” I said, clapping the big man on the back.
“We had turbulence,” he drawled carelessly. “It was the weather, what can I say?”
Aaron snorted at that.
“More like turbulence in the cockpit,” he growled. “Fucker you’re still hard. Get that stiffie out of our faces.”
Because it was true. Joanie had been so good that Tom was still semi-erect in his trousers. But that asshole didn’t care. Smiling that shit-eating grin again, the pilot sat himself down.
“So shoot,” he grunted. “What are we here for today?”
And carefully, I escorted Joanie to a nearby chair. God knows she had to be sore, servicing so many men all the time. Straightening, I stood before the assembled crowd.
“We’re here to discuss our business plan,” was my cool voice. “We’ve got some decisions to make.”
“Shoot brother,” drawled Aaron. “We’re listening.”
But the thing is that our most important guest hadn’t spoken yet. This wasn’t supposed to be about us. It was supposed to be about her. So I turned towards the female.
“Sweetheart,” I growled. “I don’t mean to put the spotlight on you so quick, but as you can guess, we’re very interested in you.”
“Me?” she gasped with a tint to those pink cheeks. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” I drawled. “Because we like to know our girls. Where you’re from, where you want to go. It makes for better employee retention.”
That got a smirk from Aaron.
“No one works for Elite Air their whole life,” he grunted. “But knowing and understanding our employees makes for a better employee satisfaction. Helps us tailor the program, which usually means better results.”
Fuck, the fucker was lying. Had he been talking to HR again? Because hell, generally we don’t care much about the girls. They’re willing young things, females with perfect bodies that we fuck and suck, before paying them off. It’s wrong, probably even illegal. But that’s been our MO so far, and it’s worked. All this stuff about “getting to know you” was bullshit.
But then again, we want our employees to feel cared for. The girls perform better, their cunts get creamy that much faster. So yeah, our words had some truth behind them. Just not in the way the girls expected.
But Joanie was an innocent and her eyes went wide, small chin nodding.
“Well, there isn’t much to know about me,” she said softly.
“Sure there is,” rumbled Andrew, playing his part. “Every woman is precious and desirable. Tell us what you want, baby.”
I rolled my eyes where the brunette couldn’t see. Fuck, these guys were laying it on thick. Any more and warning bells would go off.
But Joanie was charmingly earnest, and she sat up straight.
“Well, like I was telling Mr. Childs earlier, I want to be a chemist,” she murmured. “I’ve always gotten good grades in my science classes, so I want to get a college degree and then become a research scientist somewhere.”
I sat back, dumbstruck. Again, most of our lovely employees aspired to be actresses and models, pursuing their fortunes in Hollywood. So this was the polar opposite.
“Well, why aren’t you in college then?” growled Damien. “A girl like you can get a scholarship no problem.”
Joanie nodded, ducking her head a bit.
“I did get one, but it wasn’t enough,” she confided. “Tuition at State is something like fifteen thousand a year, and I only got enough to cover a third of that. There’s no way my family could make up the difference, so I needed to work for a while.”
We shared a glance amongst ourselves. Shit, ten thousand was all she lacked? We made that in an hour, if not a few minutes.
But Joanie went on, small chin firm.
“So I joined the work force,” she stated. “Besides, I’m not afraid of hard labor. And the six week flight school seemed perfect because I couldn’t handle the training to be a paramedic. The sight of blood knocks me out,” she confessed softly. “So that was never really an option.”
My brothers and I shared another look. Shit, being a paramedic is backbreaking work what with the constant emergencies and stress. This little girl was real different from our past experiences.
I eyed Joanie with growing appreciation.
“Sweetheart, how about something else?” came my rumble. “Did you think about being a secretary or maybe a paralegal? There’s no blood involved.”
She nodded hesitantly.
“I did but the schools I looked up weren’t accredited,” she blushed. “I didn’t want to pay money to a place that was just a hole in a wall. There are so many outfits that issue fake diplomas, and it’s not worth taking the chance.”
We nodded slowly. This girl was smart, real intelligent. So many people get taken by for-profit schools, but Joanie hadn’t fallen into the trap. She knew to do her research, and knocked out those options that seemed bogus.
The girl took another deep breath.
“And after flight school was over, there was an open-call interview held at the big convention center. I went and spoke with Helena,” she confided. “Your HR person hired me on the spot.”
I nodded slowly.
“Helena’s good. Real good,” I rumbled. For sure the middle-aged woman would be getting a huge bonus seeing how amazing Joanie was.
The brunette nodded.
“She was perceptive,” came those slow words. “But I have something to ask you,” she said, voice almost inaudible.
Tom shot her an amused glance. What could it be? Was she going to request a budget for clothes? Some extra pocket money to buy makeup and perfume?
“Shoot honey,” he growled. “No question is too small.”
Joanie took a deep breath, coloring again.
“Well Helena gave me these,” she said slowly, pulling some pills out of her pocket. “But I haven’t been using them.”
I leaned forwards, eyes bulging. Oh shit, oh shit. That was emergency birth control in her hands, the pink ovoids visible within the blister pack.
Both the twins jerked alive as well.
“Fuck,” growled Andrew.
“Fuck this shit,” rasped Aaron.
Because they’d been the ones who’d spurted in her pussy. Or had Tom as well? It was impossible to tell. The pilot just stared at her open palm, his face a mask.
“Did you …?” bit out Aaron.
The girl shook her head slowly.
“No Mr. Adams,” she said in a whisper. “I didn’t take the pills. Not then, not the day after, never. So yes, your cum is probably inside me still,” she confessed.
Oh shit. What to do? This was an unheard-of situation at Elite Air. The apocalypse had happened. Our girls are always on birth control. Helena makes sure of it. Forget that bonus, the hag wasn’t getting anything except fired.
But Joanie shook her head quickly.
“It’s not Helena’s fault,” she murmured. “Helena explained to me that I was supposed to get a prescription from the doctor ASAP. And in the meantime, I was supposed to use these whenever needed. But I never made an appointment with the doctor because it slipped my mind. And I never took the pills,” her voice trailed off.
The six of us stared at her in shock.
“But why?” rasped Andrew, blue eyes raking over that curvy form. “Why didn’t you?”
The female bit her lip for a moment, that curvy form so beautiful, trembling as she perched on the couch.
“I don’t know,” the brunette shook her head slowly. “I don’t know except that it didn’t feel right. I don’t like chemicals,” she spoke quickly, meeting each of our eyes in turn. “My body’s worked fine for eighteen years without pumping it full of hormones, and the pills didn’t seem like the right place to start.”
Oh shit, oh shit. Was I hearing this right? Joanie was bare and sweet, a creamy, fertile female? Oh shit, oh shit. I haven’t been in a virgin in ages, my cock jerking and twitching at the words.
But this was a serious problem. Because WTF, were we supposed to use condoms? No fucking way. I don’t do rubber and latex, I like to feel female cunt raw on my cock. Fuck this shit.
Aaron and Andrew were working it as well. Which made sense since they were the ones who’d come in her pussy, filling her full with seed.
“Would you reconsider?” Aaron asked, voice raspy. “How about some other method of birth control?” he coaxed. “IUD? Diaphragm? The female condom?”
But this is where I stepped in. Again, no way no how. Bareback is the way I roll, and that wasn’t changing because some eighteen year old naïf was afraid of her birth control.
“Naw,” I drawled, blue eyes cold. “If she doesn’t like it, then we’re done here.”
Five sets of harsh blue eyes turned to me then.
“Don’t speak so quickly,” rasped Charlie. “Think twice, my man.”
“Because you haven’t felt her yet,” growled Damien. “It’s fucking amazing.”
And Tom, ever the joker, stuck his oar in as well.
“Ain’t many things that can fly a plane, but trust me, that pussy can do it.”
All of us turned towards him, eyes disbelieving. Did he really say that? Holy fuckballs. But it was true, and the pilot nodded.
“The little girl took my gearstick into her cunt,” he smiled casually, like it was no big deal. “Didn’t you, sweet thing? And you loved every second of it.”
All five of us swung to look at Joanie then. This female fucked a piece of equipment on the plane? While the bird was flying? Seven miles above the earth? Holy shit. Plus, those gearsticks are huge, at least ten inches and wrapped in the softest leather. Eyeing that tiny frame, I shook my head. Joanie must be Wonder Woman, able to stretch with the best of them.
And the brunette, embarrassed, nodded slowly as her cheeks flushed.
“I did that,” she said in a whisper. “It was so wrong, but it felt really amazing.”
And suddenly, the air in the room shifted. We’ve always been motherfuckers taking whatever we like. We formed this airline to suit our needs, transporting us place to place while providing the finest in female flesh.
But Joanie was on a new level. She was dirty as fuck, letting Tom convince her to press a mighty gearshaft into her cunt. Shit. I needed to be in there stat. We all needed to be in there stat.
But how the fuck were we going to figure this out when she wouldn’t get on birth control? Rubbers were out. Diaphragms were out, that shit pokes you when you’re inside. So what was next? Was I gonna pull out like some teen boy? Were we all gonna pull out at the last minute, wasting our cum?
But we were considering it for sure. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. The brunette was so good that we were considering breaking our own rules. Because we weren’t gonna let Joanie go. Hell no. She’d already fucked the gearshaft on a plane while it was flying. She’d already done twins, hot and heavy on the cabin floor. There are many ways to own a female body without knocking her up. So yeah, we were thinking of breaking our own rules. Pulling out. Spraying on that body instead of in her juicy cunt. Whatever it took.
But Damien was crafty. There’s a reason why this motherfucker runs a shit ton of farms and ranches. He knows the birds and bees like the back of his hand. He knows ripe female forms and how to work them.
“Baby,” he growled slowly, blue eyes intense on Joanie. “You know we can’t do you down there without birth control.”
She nodded, biting her lip
“I know,” she whispered, those caramel pools so liquid that a man could drown. “But it doesn’t sound like Mr. North’s open to condoms,” she mewled, looking at me nervously. “So I don’t know where that leaves us.”
A slow grin crossed Damien’s face.
“Naw sweetheart,” he drawled once more. “Because you have more than one hole. Three holes in fact. Would you be open to that? Would you let us use all of your holes?”
The girl colored, mouth dropping open.
“Wh-what do you mean?” she gasped, head shaking. “I don’t get it.”
But Tom’s a motherfucker.
“You get it,” he drawled, stepping up the pressure. “You’ve got your mouth, your pussy and your ass, sweetheart. Would you consider letting us use your other two openings? Make everything available?”
The girl’s eyes only grew wider, like saucers of chocolate.
“My mouth? My ass?” she said on a trembling whisper.
“That’s it,” grunted Tom. “You’ll like it baby.”
I was sick of this bullshit, interrupting like a madman.
“Sweetheart, it’s not like we’re gonna let you say no,” were my rough words. “Mouth and ass are always part of the equation. We own you completely, never forget that.”
The girl gasped again, breasts heaving under that starchy uniform. Because it was true. Just because we hadn’t used her other orifices yet didn’t mean they were off limits. Joanie’s “control” was just an illusion. Her wishes, this whole getting to know you thing was just an illusion.
Everything already belonged to us.
Every piece of her.
One hundred percent ours to take.
And the female’s chin trembled then.
“So you’re saying that I don’t have a choice?” she asked in a barely audible voice.
I nodded sharply, square jaw stiff.
“That’s it exactly,” came my rough words. “You’ve got an ass cherry sweetheart, and we’re the men who are going to own it.”
But I’m a harsh motherfucker. Too harsh sometimes, it scares the girls. So Damien stepped in again, smooth as oil.
“Tell you what, sweet thing,” he intoned. “We’ll pay you extra, how about that?” he asked, shooting a glance around the room. “You’ve already made how much in bonuses? Ten thousand for each man, right? So fifty thousand because you’ve been with me, Chuck, Andrew, Aaron and Tom already. How about if we double that rate for your pretty butt?”
“What?” she gasped, the blush on her face spreading to her décolletage now. “Wh-what do you mean?”
Charlie stepped in with a knowing smile.
“It means exactly what it sounds like. Each time you do anal, you get twenty thousand. Per man. Does that sound like a good deal? Something you’d be interested in?”
Joanie couldn’t even answer then. Her eyes were as round as saucers, taking the six of us in. Her breasts rose and fell, straining at the uniform. Shit, I could almost hear her breathing, she was that nervous.
Because twenty thousand per guy is a lot of money period. Plus there were six of us, so that was a total of a hundred and twenty thousand dollars for some steamy ass play.
Take it pretty girl, I thought. Take it and you’ll be rich beyond your wildest dreams.
Joanie looked between the six of us once more, brown eyes wide and dazed. But then something inside must have clicked. It was expected after all. We’re good looking assholes, all of us massive with broad shoulders and strong, powerful arms. All of us had an air of command, befitting a CEO. People don’t tell us no.
And Joanie was the same.
Slowly, the girl nodded.
“Yes, I suppose,” she managed in a weak voice. “Yes, I suppose I could make it work. Twenty thousand per man,” she whispered once more in that dazed voice.
Andrew’s brow arched.
“You suppose, or you’re in?” he grunted ruthlessly. “We want a firm answer, sweetheart, no ifs, ands, buts or maybes.”
The brunette swallowed hard then, straightening those narrow shoulders while sitting up in her seat.
“Yes,” she managed, voice a little stronger then. “Yes, I’ll do it.”
And shit but it was on then. Because Joanie was just too beautiful. She had no idea of her own charms, how tempting she looked perched on that couch, brown curls tumbling over her shoulders. We’d been staring at her hotly the entire time, concealing our erections so as not to scare the female.
But now there was no reason to hold back. The deal was done. A hundred twenty thousand for some deep anal play.
Because Joanie thought she’d earn her pay in chunks, one man after another. She thought we’d take it slow, stretching her out, letting the little filly get used to the process.
But we’re not like that. Elite Air consists of nasty motherfuckers and we like gangbangs. There, I said it. It’s dirty. It’s fucking disgusting. But trust me, the women love it. They panic a little at first, eyes wide, heads shaking with a cry of “Oh god, no!”
But within minutes they’re warmed up. Because who wouldn’t want to take six massive fuckstuds at once? To have six powerful alphas so horny for you that they’re leaking from their dicktips, dying to get inside? So the women cower at first, but pretty soon they’ve got their legs spread, begging for it.
“Put it in, Damien. Put it in, Charlie. You too, Aaron and Andrew,” they cry. “Oh yeah, right there!”
Yeah, it’s nasty. Fucking disgusting, if you ask me. But there’s nothing better that screwing a woman six ways until Sunday, her holes dripping with a mixture of man seed, virile and hot.
And that time was now. We were all in one room, the atmosphere sizzling with expectation.
Clearly, my brothers and I were all on the same page.
“Good sweet thing,” drawled Damien. “Because we plan on calling that option immediately.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Wh-what?” came that breathy gasp. “What do you mean?”
Tom’s eyes gleamed.
“What we mean is that we’re using that ass immediately,” Tom grunted. “Right here, sweetheart. Right now.”
The brunette’s eyes swung to take in all of us, six massive forms seated around the luxurious conference room, dangerous auras surrounding us like halos.
“But here? Why? There’s no privacy, I can only do ….” And then her voice trailed off. Because it suddenly made sense. That’s right pretty baby. You’re taking us all in your ass tonight. Don’t be afraid.
“No,” she whispered, eyes wide. “Can’t be. I’m not ready. There’s no bed, no nothing. There’s six of you. I need time to adjust.”
But the pleas fell on deaf ears.
“There’s no time better than this moment,” drawled Charlie. “Sometimes it’s even better if you take us all at once. After one time, your butt will have the gape already, so it doesn’t need to be stretched over and over again.”
Shit, dude was being fucking disgusting. But his words were right. If a girl does six at once, her anus is stretched wide from the first dong, and it tends to stay open for a little longer, making it easier for the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth. By contrast, if a girl takes us one on one in different settings, her butt bounces back between each session. Her hole shrinks back down to its regular size, and then the next guy’s gotta force his way in, bit by bit, screwing his fuckshaft slowly.
Not that I mind working it. I love watching as female anus gives it up, pushing myself into a girl’s back cavern as she gasps and moans, clutching the sheets. But take it from experience. It’s easier on the girl to service all of us at once so long as the anal gape’s there.
Would Joanie’s anus gape?
Would her tight brown hole open up, showing us her insides?
It was time to find out.
With a resounding thunk, Aaron pulled down a Murphy bed. Oh yeah, the thing was hidden in the wall, practically invisible. But it sprang into form now, king-size and done up with luxurious six-hundred thread count sheets.
“Your chariot awaits, my lady,” he drawled, gesturing to the mattress. “Your horses are ready.”
Shit. This asshole was doing it all wrong. No girl’s just going to climb on and show you her ass, ready to be pummeled by six men.
But that’s where I was mistaken. Because I don’t know Joanie, having only met her ten minutes ago. And evidently, she’s special for a reason.
Because with slow movements, the curvy female did exactly that. Arms and legs trembling a bit, she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on hands and knees. And then the show began. The girl began to pull up her skirt, revealing inch after inch of creamy, delectable thigh.
Oh shit, oh shit. All of us stared, entranced. This was our wildest fantasy come true. A cumslut was gonna let us fuck her in the butt, six at once.
And slowly, that material crept upwards, like a curtain revealing a treasure within. Because the first thing that showed was her pussy lips, drenched and swollen under a tiny scrap of pink lace.
“Aw fuck,” grunted Charlie. “Fuck.”
I had to agree. The outline of her labia was so obvious, pulsing and wet. Even her clit showed, hard like a bullet, pressing against that nearly transparent fabric.
“Keep going,” I rasped. “Show us everything you got sweet thing.”
And the navy material inched up even further. Oh shit. Big white cheeks were revealed, lush and full, bisected in the middle by that pink thong. Her thighs were moist in between, the cream already starting to run. In fact, a heavy cunt smell filled the air, like the sweetest, most delectable steam.
Because we were dazed. Oh yeah, we’re alphas who’ve seen everything. But this gorgeous slut had us by the short and hairies. Our mouths salivated, dongs hard and heavy. In fact, Andrew had already popped his out, the veiny length dripping to the floor.
And the girl took things into her own hands then. Shooting a sweet smile over one shoulder, she looked at us coyly.
“Like this, big boys?” she cooed. “Like this?”
And reaching one hand backwards, the girl plucked her thong out of her ass, showing us everything. Oh shit, it was fantastic. Fucking fabulous. Creamy, swollen pussy, fluid already dripping from her hole. A live clit, two inches in length, standing up straight like a mini-dick. And most of all, the brownie up top. It beckoned to us, musty and so small, the pleats tight and untouched.
Oh shit.
Untouched.
We had real live ass cherry for the taking, and fuck but we were gonna pop this one good.
But I underestimated Joanie because she is one uncanny slut. Putting one hand on her left butt cheek, she pulled the flesh to the side, improving the good view. That back hole staring us like an eye, dark brown and musty. Her pink pussy lips, glistening and swollen.
And then Joanie did it.
The vixen came out.
Because she wiggled her hips, baiting us with her privates.
“Use my holes, big boys?” she cooed. “You want them? They’re yours.”
And fuck, but we were like lions descending on our prey. We were six fucking predators on one baby deer, ripping her to shreds. Literally ripping that uniform to pieces because her clothes fell like scraps to the floor, fluttering and ragged.
“Fuck that,” Damien rasped. “We’ll get you a new one.”
“You can have twenty more of those,” I grunted. “No prob.”
Because the creamy female was just too good to be true. Luscious in every way, huge boobs swayed, trailing on the coverlet. Wide hips wriggled, her behind continuing to bait us as those big cheeks jiggled. And oh shit. What she had between her legs was like a siren calling to a crew of drunken sailors.
Come, it whispered. Sate yourself.
Use me, it cooed. Spread your seed.
And finally, the worst. I’m here to be fucked, her asshole seemed to beckon. Six times over.
I couldn’t wait. We couldn’t wait. Our massive bodies were unclothed in seconds, big dongs out.
“Oh!” gasped Joanie, eyes going wide. “Oh god!”
Because yeah, the girl was getting sixty inches tonight. Ten inches times six adds up to five feet of hard schlong. And she was getting it up her bottom. In her mouth. Even in her pussy. Because let’s be honest. Joanie was too delectable and we weren’t gonna let something like lack of birth control stop us.
But no girl deserves cock up her backside without a little bit of warm-up first. So Damien grabbed her chin, opening up that sweet mouth.
“Suck,” he grunted. “It’ll go in easier in back if you have something to suck on.”
It sounds ridiculous, but it was the truth. A lot of times, anuses relax better if the girl’s able to focus on another part of her body. And right now, that meant a cock between those sweet lips, stretching her throat open.
“Mmmph!” the girl cried out, eyes wide with shock. “Mmmph!”
Because Damien was feeding that snake to her relentlessly, pushing it down her small cavern.
“Slow down asshole,” Tom grunted. “Don’t cram it in all at once, she’s small everywhere.”
And to his credit, Damien did pull back a little, but only to increase the pressure once more, face strained as he moaned.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it sweet thing?” he rasped, staring down into Joanie’s eyes. “Tastes real good huh?”
The brunette couldn’t exactly answer, what with her windpipe blocked. But her eyes glazed a bit, rolling back so the whites showed. And then the girl let out a melodic “Mmmmmm” as her cunt juiced visibly.
Oh yeah, her pussy ran harder and faster from sucking dong. She liked it. This little slut adored what was happening.
And there was more. Much, much more.
Because pretty soon, we were all over the female. Charlie massaged her left breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips. Andrew worked her right one, bending his head to suckle like a lamb. That is, a lamb who has teeth, the girl yipping a little when he bit down hard.
“It’s all good,” he crooned, sliding one big hand over her smooth back, ending with a slap on that ass. “We’ll make you feel good sweetheart.”
And shit, that cunt was creaming so hard now that her thighs glistened, slick and slippery under the lights. But it was perfect. Because one bright spotlight shone on the woman’s butt, highlighting that firm rump, the fleshy half-moon that was ours for the taking.
And crouching in back of the female, Aaron pressed a kiss to her hole. Oh yeah, he sucked out some cream, mouth vacuuming from that pretty pink pussy.
“Fuck,” he rasped, wiping at his chin. “She’s been eating well.”
Of course. We like our girls round. We prefer girls with appetites because not only are those curves amazing to fuck, but their cream tastes good too. Sweet like nectar, ambrosia dripping down those thighs.
And I couldn’t resist either. I, too, bent my head, positioning my mouth over her hole, sucking the cream so that it gushed down my throat. Fuck. Aaron was right. Joanie’s sample was like honey, absolutely intoxicating.
And never one to be left out, Tom went for it next. But instead of sucking straight from her hole, he held her labia apart, gazing at her privates for a moment. Because she was beautiful inside, that interior channel pulsing and ruby red like a glistening grapefruit.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck, little girl.”
And motherfucker slid his tongue into her channel, coaxing the nectar out with that muscle. The girl literally bucked then, back arching it felt so good.
“Mmmph!” she cried out. “Mmph, mmph!”
“Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Damien rasped from beside her head, chest and abs tight. Shit, was that asshole about to explode? But he went on. “Because her mouth just increased in suck force when you did that.”
Oh yeah. Our baby is a whore, one who likes tongue up her pussy as her mouth gets fucked. But we were doing things a different way today. Tonight that anal cherry was getting popped. More than popped. It was getting busted six ways, big time.
And slowly, my boys did the honors. Tom pulled his tongue out, chin and mouth shiny with girl juice. Then he teased her clit with a finger before pushing it inside.
“Ummph!” Joanie shrieked again, back arching a little. “Ummph, ummph!”
But things got even better. Because Aaron slipped a finger into that hot hole as well, joining Tom. It was fucking insane to see. Two massive alpha males, each with a finger stuck in her cunt, rubbing away.
“Ummph!” she cried again, eyes closed as her pussy was fucked. “Mmmph!”
“Faster,” Damien commanded from up above. “She loves this shit, her mouth’s got 5 g’s of suck force now.”
“More,” rasped Andrew as he sucked a tantalizing breast. “Shit she’s so hard, this nip is like a rock in my mouth.
Aw fuck. The brunette was so responsive. Her body adapted beautifully to having six men working her holes, making every part feel good.
But there was more. There was a ton more. Because her ass was untouched and I was the one set to do the honors.
“Sweet thing,” I rasped. “You ready?”
Joanie couldn’t exactly reply, given what was happening to her body. But I could tell she heard. Her hips jerked a little, eyes rolling back. And more sweet cream oozed from her slit, dripping all over my buddies’ fingers.
“Oh yeah,” I rumbled, dropping a digit to catch some of that goo. “Oh yeah, this is real good.”
Because in one smooth stroke, my hand moved up and smeared it over her asshole. The pleats contracted involuntarily, never before touched. And Joanie cried out then, jerking once more.
“Mmph!” she mewled, still choked on Damien’s cock. “Mmmph!”
But a little cream wasn’t enough. She needed a work out, dirty and deep.
So popping my finger in my mouth, I pressed it once more against her anus.
“Ready baby?” I rasped. “Ready for it?”
And with that, the pressure began. Oh fuck, Joanie was tight. Her ring wouldn’t let me in at first, resisting, that big butt clenching up. I smoothed my finger over the tiny hole, dribbling some spit onto her back end.
“Relax,” came my smooth voice. “Relax, sweet baby.”
And the words helped somewhat. Because her rim unclenched a bit and I was able to get just the tip of my finger in. Not my whole finger. Just the tip. But it was enough because the toehold helped me pry that big bottom open.
“Slow, sweet girl,” I crooned. “Let’s go real slow.”
Of course, there was a difference between words and actions. My words preached slow. But in reality, my finger was moving pretty quick. Edging forwards once more, I buried my index finger up to the first knuckle in her bottom. Fuck. Dry like the desert and tight as fuck. Perfect.
Pressing forwards, I slipped in to the second knuckle. Joanie jerked then, letting out a little scream.
“Mmmph!” came her cry, eyes rolling back. “Mmph!”
“Keep working her clit,” was my hoarse command. “Work that pussy.”
And Tom and Aaron obliged. Their fingers pushed into that cunt like a metronome, stroking her inner channel. Shit, I could even feel their fingers rubbing against mine against Joanie’s thin vaginal wall. This was so fucking dirty, but right up Elite Air’s alley.
Because we were gonna own this butt. We were gonna turn Joanie into a butt slut, and it was time for the big gazonga. So firmly, I pressed my finger even further until it was buried in her anus up to the last knuckle.
“Mmmmm,” came the brunette’s helpless cry. “Mmmmm.”
That was more like it. She was getting into it, big bottom swaying a bit, even moving in tantalizing circles.
“Oh yeah, the female likes it,” confirmed Tom. “She’s juicing like a river now, there’s so much coming out of this sweet snatch.”
It was true. One glance at Tom and Aaron’s digits showed glistening fingers with female cream trailing all the way down to their elbows. Shit. This was a dirty ho, a slut with a leaking cunt.
But that’s how we like it. The girls who do best are those who love sex. Those who love giving it all up, letting us own her in every way possible. And the stream of nectar running from her cunt told me the time was right.
Slowly, I pulled my finger from her asshole with an audible pop. She jerked a bit, eyes going wide.
“Don’t worry,” I rasped. “We’ll get you something in there soon enough.”
Because I straddled that big butt then. Oh yeah, with Tom and Aaron still working their fingers into her pussy, I positioned my dick at her brown hole. It wasn’t easy but I work out six days a week, and maintaining my balance wasn’t hard.
“Relax,” I murmured soothingly. “Relax.”
But how could Joanie relax? My dong is a monster, and it pressed insistently at that tiny brownie.
“Relax,” I soothed again. “Breathe in deep sweetheart.”
The girl mewled and cried out a bit, her body still worked over by my five buds. But then with a low, throaty moan, it happened. My dickhead wormed its way into that resistant anus, getting a toehold.
“Awww fuck,” was my low growl. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
Because she was so tight, her pleats stretching to accommodate my cockrod.
“Slow,” I rasped again. “Real slow.”
But Joanie is a slut because I swear, her butt was begging me for it. It swayed a little, inviting me in, and I took the opportunity. With a slide, my dick edged in further, now buried about three inches up her back end.
“Mmmph!” she cried out. “Mmmph!”
At that moment, Damien withdrew from her mouth.
“Get some air,” he rasped. “I’ll take care of myself as you get some air.”
Yeah right. That motherfucker wasn’t doing it for her, he was doing it for himself. Because he didn’t want to come in her mouth prematurely, he was saving the sperm for her butt.
But Joanie didn’t know, and her head lolled on those sweet shoulders, expression a mix of agony and the sweetest pleasure.
“Oh Mr. North,” she moaned, big boobies dangling. “Oh yeah.”
Because with a small shove, she did it again. The girl really did want it, and pushed her butt back, swallowing more of my fuckshaft. Oh shit, did that really happen? Did that brown rim just take more of me inside? But it was true. By now I was about six inches in, just four more to go.
“Good girl,” I rasped. “Good girl, show us what a butt slut you are.”
And Joanie rose to the challenge. As my four brothers stroked her breasts and cunt, she took another deep breath and fucked her hips backwards. Aw shit, aw shit. I was balls to the wall in this ass, my entire length swallowed by a tiny female’s butthole. Aw shit. It had never felt this good.
Because I’ve done anal with tons of females, it’s part of my arsenal. But the anal’s never been like this before. Joanie’s butthole squeezed me tight, as the girl moaned, eyes shut. And Tom and Aaron continued to work her puss down below, one finger in, the other out, in a syncopated rhythm. I could feel their digits through her thin vaginal wall, rubbing against my pole.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Aw fuck.”
Because shit this was good. The underside of my cock tingled, balls already beginning to launch. Joanie moaned again, head dropping to the coverlet.
“Take me Nick,” she whispered hoarsely. “Use my ass, it’s yours.”
And with that, it was on. No more slow slides. No more inching in for her pleasure. I pummeled that ripe peach like it was World War Three. My shaft slid in and out, veiny and huge, skewering the girl again and again.
“Unnnh!” she screamed, lifting her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes!”
And that’s how we love our sluts. Screaming for it, begging even, as their holes get trashed. The nastiness threw me over the edge, and at that moment, her butt clamped down hard.
“Fuck!” came my monstrous roar. “Fuck!”
Because my seed spilled like a torrent. I sprayed that big bottom with my hot white, releasing DNA in rapid bursts.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” came my murderous grunts. “Unnnh!”
And oh shit, but her butt milked me like a pro. Joanie’s rectal walls squeezed and clamped all over my dick, begging me for more.
“Yes!” she screamed again, perfect profile tipped upwards. “Yes!”
But this wasn’t the Nick show. This was the Joanie show and there were five more alphas waiting their turn. Damien, that fuckwad, was already behind me.
So with one last grunt, I pulled out, dick tip still spraying. And Damien was in in a second.
“Ahhhh,” came the man’s groan. “Fuck this butt is tight.”
Because Joanie was already beginning to milk him. She let out a slight scream when we switched places, a second cock making its entrance. But in no time, those anal muscles took over again.
“Come in me,” she moaned. “Release your load, Mr. Dawson.”
And Damien was too amped up to hold back. It was incredible, frankly. Because we’re guys who can pump for hours. We can go at a girl again and again, using her holes until they’re sore.
But Joanie was different. There was something about this brunette that drove us over the edge, and in no time, Damien was unleashing in her sweet bottom.
“FUCK!” he cried. “Fuck this shit!”
Because he could feel it too. The hot, sweet clamps of her anal walls, the repeated spasms that ran through the girl’s frame. Not to mention Aaron and Tom’s fingers, still plugging away at that sweet puss.
But those two fuckers had had enough as well. They couldn’t wait their turns, and as Damien released, they pulled their digits out with resounding pops.
“Shit, need to be in her,” grunted Aaron, fuckpole massive, a string of pre-cum dripping all the way from his tip to the ground.
“Absolutely,” agreed Tom, licking at his fingers before circling them around his dong. “It’s time.”
And as Damien withdrew, they were on it. Aaron first. He thrust that massive fuckpole in and Joanie screamed, taking her third dick in five minutes.
“Oh god!” came her squeal, rump trembling as it was violated. “Oh god, oh god!”
Aaron grunted, gripping those fleshy hips with broad, strong fingers.
“Shit she’s filled with cum,” he groaned. “I can feel it sloshing around inside.”
But that’s the thing. We don’t mind dipping our fucksticks into the same well. In fact, I like it that way. I like knowing that a woman’s got a mix of sperm inside because she’s a nasty ho who’s doing guys one after another. It’s fucking amazing, the way they can stretch.
And Aaron clearly enjoyed it as well. Eyes closed, harsh streaks decorating his cheekbones, he pushed into her a couple times, that big shaft gleaming on every backstroke.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck fuck.”
And within minutes, he’d burst as well, releasing the third deposit of sperm into her body.
“Ohhhhh,” was Joanie’s breathless moan. “Oh god.”
I didn’t blame her. She’d taken thirty inches already, that ass cherry popped so good. But there were still thirty to go.
“Sweetheart,” I crooned. “Stay with it, we’re halfway there.”
“Only halfway?” she murmured, eyes dazed, curves swaying. “Only halfway?”
I chuckled hoarsely.
“Only halfway,” was my soothing reply. “But you’ve done great, baby girl, abso-fucking-lutely wonderful.”
And it was true. Because there aren’t many women who can handle this much man pipe in their ass. Some girls start crying or screaming for real. Some girls have to take a break and eat a sandwich or drink some water to get their strength back before round two.
But this little filly wasn’t like that at all. Joanie was all about fucking and taking the anal deep. Because as we watched, she bumped that big butt up and down a bit while shooting a sly smile over one shoulder.
“Who’s next?” she cooed sweetly. And oh shit, did the girl just bat her lashes? Aw fuck.
Of course Tom was on it in an instant. But he didn’t push in right away. Instead, he crouched in back of her, pulling those big white cheeks apart and inspecting her anal gape. It was fucking disgusting for sure. A reddened rim surrounded the deep brown, a mix of sperm bubbling within.
But that’s the way we like it, and Tom’s a dirty motherfucker. Because he bent down, pressing his lips to her ass. And if I wasn’t mistaken, the alpha snaked his tongue in, scooping up some of the goop.
“Female ass tastes good when it’s got semen mixed in,” he chuckled nastily before pulling his face out. “Female ass is one of my faves,” he remarked before driving into that waiting hole.
“Ahhhh!” Joanie screamed this time, head falling back, eyes closed. “Ahhh!”
Because even in the few minutes when she’d been empty, her anal ring had closed somewhat. It’s just how back rims work. If you don’t keep them stretched out, then they bounce back to their original state, closed and tight.
So Tom’s pummel was especially vicious. He ripped open that anus, driving his hard fuckshaft in.
“That’s it,” he huffed, chest and abs straining, jaw tense. “That’s it.”
And within a few seconds, my man burst as well with a low growl, unleashing blasts of male DNA inside. But there was so much in Joanie at this point that the sperm began oozing out between their bodies, coating his shaft and spilling down her big butt.
“Unnnf!” she shrieked. “Unnf, unnf!”
Good thing Andrew’s into it because his dick dipped into the creamy mess and disappeared within her butt cheeks in a flash.
“Shit,” he moaned. “Shit the semen’s practically boiling inside her.”
And we could see that it was true. Because when he pulled out, his cock looked like it’d been dipped in superglue, a mess of four men’s sperm.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck she’s such a butt slut.”
And with a few more pumps, it was done. Andrew burst within Joanie’s ass, adding his DNA to the mix.
“Fuuuuuck,” was his low, strangled growl. “Aw shit, my balls are being pumped dry.”
But there was one person left and I stroked Joanie’s breast as Charlie positioned himself in back of her.
“You’ve done fifty inches sweetheart,” was my soothing praise. “You’ve done five us already, there’s just one left.”
Joanie made us proud. Head dropping to the mattress, her hands crept back, pulling those big white cheeks apart to show us the anal gape.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, give it to me. I need it.”
And fuck, it was dirty. Her rim looked a little chafed now, reddened and horny. Plus, it wasn’t like there was semen boiling deep within. She’d been pumped so full that now the hot white was right there at the brim, threatening to spill over.
And Charlie did it good.
“Let’s make this little ass slosh,” he rasped. “I wanna see you overflow, baby girl.”
With one smooth stroke, he did it. It’s like when you stick something into an overfilled bathtub, and the water comes surging out in a wave. But here, it wasn’t water. It was creamy white as Charlie went sliding in. The bubbly swelled from her asshole as he made entrance, dripping down her bottom in smooth white waves.
“Oh,” Joanie moaned, burying her face in the mattress, big boobies swinging deliciously. “Oh god, my butt is so fucked.”
“That it is,” agreed Charlie between heavy pants. “That it is, baby girl.”
And to his credit, he didn’t explode immediately. Maybe it was the extra lube from all the sperm. Or maybe it’s because he’s a better man. Because Charlie actually lasted for a full five minutes, sawing away at her bottom before those balls rose high and tight, releasing deep inside.
“Ummm,” moaned Joanie ecstatically, anal muscles contracting around him. “Yes, give it to me,” she panted.
Charlie pumped and pumped like a man on a mission. If she was gonna get pregnant, it was gonna be from this dirty mofo because the guy had liters in his balls, the sticky substance endless.
But finally, he finished, pulling out, shaft coated in a mix of six men’s sperm. But Charlie’s an asshole because he took it one step further. Not missing a moment, the man plunged his dick into her pussy, squeezing himself into that tight, clamping cunt.
“Oh!” shrieked Joanie. “Not in my pussy! I’ll get pregnant. Pull out, pull out! Please Mr. Childs, pull out!”
But do CEOs listen? Especially when their cum guns are pumping like automatic rifles? Hell no. So gripping her hips tight, Charlie thrust in once more, face strained, ab and chest muscles tight with ecstasy.
“It’s all good,” he managed in a raspy voice. “It’s all good sweetheart. Because my fuck stick’s dipped in the semen of six men. So you’ll get pregnant from all six of us.”
Yeah, that’s how we roll. We’re depraved motherfuckers, promising to use a girl’s ass as a form of contraception. But there’s always a kicker to our deals because upon seeing that creamy, heaving form, we lost it, and Charlie buried his cock deep into her fertile female form, unable to resist the temptation of teenage pussy.
What can I say? If I’d been last I would have done the same thing. Joanie was just too good, a dream come true in every way, slutty like a whore. Better than a whore because she’d enjoyed every moment, moaning and juicing, baiting us with those tantalizing curves.
And shit, after this session, we were blown away. Because the brunette’s sweet. Innocent. Slutty and appetizing, with a creamy body and a willingness to try it all. Smart as a whip, yet naïve too. But one thing was totally clear … the girl was six ways to screwed, and we were about to turn the dial to max.