After seeing her body, he’d demanded she cover herself and turn off the lights. He’d gotten off, then left, zipping his pants on the way out.
Her second, five years later, had been worse. One sight of her scars and the only physical contact was his cock in her vagina. No kissing. No touching. Just some grunting, a couple of shoves until he came, and she was left feeling less than human.
A thing, without emotions or worth. Until now, she’d walled off her senses, disconnected herself from getting too close in order to avoid the pain of rejection. It was safer that way. But with these four men, sex was a banquet she was willing to gorge herself on.
Now, in the hands of the four friends, she could barely assimilate what raced through her mind. The feelings, sensations, and emotions she was experiencing at that moment were foreign to her.
The closely huddled group moved toward the sofa, where Van eased her down onto her back against the soft cushions. “Now it’s my turn, Melanie. I want you to come hard for me just like you did for Calen and Jake. Will you do that for me, baby?”
Mel was delirious with pleasure, her body humming. The fine hairs all over her skin stood on end with excitement. A chill raced the length of her spine. Her toes were numb.
“Yes, Van,” she panted with desperate need. “I want to come for you.”
From behind the sofa, Jake grabbed her right leg under the knee and held it over the back of the couch. Van pushed her other leg up and out, opening her now-dripping slit to their hungry gazes. First he stroked a single thick finger the length of her puffy lips, before he pushed it inside her. The muscles of her cunt gripped and pulled at his digit. “Nice and wet for me, baby. I like that. And your pussy is sucking at my finger just like I want it to suck 32 Jennifer Cole
at my cock.” He pumped his finger in and out of her wet heat several times, building her pleasure.
Behind Van, Calen appeared, his eyes meeting hers. “Christ, look at you,” he said with a grin. Nuzzling against Van’s neck, he whispered, “She’s beautiful, laid out here for your taking.”
Van murmured, “Yes, she is.”
His left hand slid around Van’s waist and up to his broad chest. Calloused fingertips squeezed deep brown nipples among dark, tight curls. Calen’s right hand ventured lower, to wrap around the throbbing flesh between his lover’s powerful thighs.
The arousal flooding her cunt beckoned her hips to fuck the thick finger inside her, and Melanie found herself unable to take her eyes off the loving manipulation between Van’s legs.
“She wants you, lover,” Calen teased.
“Yes, she does,” Van agreed with a groan and thrust his hips against Calen’s pumping hand.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as she watched Calen fist Van’s cock with slow, pleasuring strokes. The rending of a foil packet could be heard, and when she looked up, Calen pulled the tiny square from his mouth, leaving a deep pink-colored condom between his lips. “Very cherry,” he chuckled, taking it in his left hand and lowering it to join his right.
Mel’s eyes followed the path of those fingers as they stroked down firm abdominal muscles to the nest of curls surrounding Van’s cock. Calen pinched the reservoir tip at the end, and with teasing slowness, unrolled the fragrant disc to sheath his lover’s penis.
“Would you like to fuck her, Van?” Calen cooed. “Is that what you need, hmm?”
“Yes,” Van moaned.
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Gripping the root of Van’s cock, Calen aligned the fat, smooth head with the mouth of Melanie’s pussy, and his lover slowly slipped his rock-hard shaft inside.
Mel sucked in a sharp breath and expelled a low growl.
Van pushed forward until he’d seated himself to the hilt in her depths, his balls snug against her ass. “Jesus, Mel, your pussy feels so fucking good. You’re so tight, wet, hot…mmmm, baby,” he groaned, then began to thrust urgently in and out of her.
Mel writhed as Van fucked her, unable to control the climb toward another orgasm, knowing it would be as hard and explosive as the first two.
“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart,” Philip commanded softly. “I want to shove my cock down your beautiful throat.”
Melanie obeyed, taking Philip’s shaft between her lips, sucking him deep. Unable to take all of him, she wrapped her fingers around his base and stroked as hard as her mouth sucked. His body trembled under her touch.
“That’s great, Mel. Ah, yeah, just like that,” he said, then grunted.
Mel glanced over and saw Calen stroking his own cock, intently watching the action on the sofa. “You’re so gorgeous, Melanie, with Van’s cock buried in your sweet cunt, all shiny with your juices when he pulls out, and Philip’s cock sliding in and out of your mouth.
Mmmm, I’m going to come just watching you, baby.”
Jake had moved behind Philip, caressing his chest, over his broad shoulders and back.
Mel watched as his hands slid to Philip’s ass where he squeezed, causing Philip to jerk his hips forward against her mouth. Philip and she groaned together.
She knew the moment Jake slipped his finger inside Philip’s ass, as his cock danced in her mouth. Moaning around his thick flesh, she sucked Philip harder. Jake pushed him over slightly, and positioned himself to enter his lover. Mel watched Philip’s eyes close tight as Jake pushed his cock inside. Both men groaned in satisfaction.
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With his feet on the cushions, Calen sat his butt on the back of the sofa. Leaning forward, Van took his thick cock into his mouth, sliding his lips and tongue over his solid length.
Mel’s eyes were fixed on the men before her. She reveled in the feeling of Van’s cock fucking her, his thumb caressing hard circles against her clit, the sight of him sucking Calen’s thick cock, Jake fucking Philip’s ass while she sucked his cock. As she met each of their heated gazes, she shivered as their eyes watched her.
Never, in her entire life, had Melanie felt anything as remotely exhilarating as this. At thirty-two, she wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t have a shitload of sexual experience, either.
Especially not with taking more than one lover at a time.
The five of them fucked as one. One heartbeat, one breath, one pulsating organ of sex.
Her body felt alive for the very first time, and she desperately needed to pleasure them as they were pleasing her.
She was so close to another climax, she couldn’t believe it. Her body stiffened as she hit her peak; they all felt it and, one by one, cried out their releases, all coming simultaneously.
Philip came in her mouth, shooting down her throat. Van’s body stiffened, he squeezed his eyes tight and threw his head back. As his release rippled through him, his cock jerked deep inside her convulsing pussy. Mel watched Calen’s sac tighten from his perch above her as he climaxed into Van’s mouth. And finally, Jake grunted as he came inside Philip.
After several moments, Melanie regained some sense of her whereabouts, becoming aware someone stroked the tingling ultrasensitive lips of her sex. Uncertain she could continue to bear the pleasure-pain sensations throbbing through her swollen clit, she reached down to still the exploring fingers. Philip playfully swatted her hand away. “You haven’t come for me yet, baby,” he said wryly.
“Philip…I…I don’t think…know…if I can,” Mel mumbled through exhaustion, barely able to put together a coherent thought, let alone speak.
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“Well, you better,” Philip teased and ran his tongue from her anus all the way to her clit.
She shuddered, her body instantly catching fire again at his touch. Philip finessed her clit, dragging his mustache across her tender, sensitive nub as he drove his tongue inside her.
He sucked and lapped at her pussy while hands massaged her breasts, squeezing and tugging at her taut nipples.
Try as she might, Mel didn’t have the energy to open her eyes to see who fondled her.
It didn’t matter. Her body relented under Philip’s oral manipulation, and she exploded a fourth time against his feasting mouth. Nearly delirious, she whimpered as his persistence wrung yet one more orgasm from her body before finally releasing her swollen, throbbing nubbin from his mouth.
“Mmmm, good girl.” He licked his lips, looking up at her from between her splayed legs.
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Melanie woke with a start, cocooned in the warmth of a down comforter, alone in the middle of a big king-sized bed. The four had made love to her, and their respective male lovers, twice more, before collapsing from exhaustion. Sometime during the night they’d all come up to the bedroom, but she couldn’t remember when.
Finding comfort in the four distinctive male scents, which permeated the sheets and the room, she’d calmed herself and padded naked across to the bathroom to tend to her needs. Folded neatly on the vanity were a fresh pair of silk boxers and a T-shirt, with a packaged toothbrush sitting on top. After starting the water, Mel stepped into the shower to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that had woken her. Her body ached and her sex throbbed, but the hot spray from the showerhead soothed her physical ailments.
As Mel lathered a washcloth, Calen’s spicy masculine aroma filled the confines of the shower stall. Her body responded right on cue. Nipples grew taut, and her pussy creamed as she inhaled deeply. The sharp scent of the body wash was heaven, seductive. The fragrance reminded her of dominance, possession, and, delighting in the memories of the night before, she realized her previous induction of his character traits was dead-on. Yet because of Calen’s playfulness, it also made her think of fun. Since meeting him, she’d found great A Delicious Taboo
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entertainment in his sense of humor and his antics as a practical joker. A complete opposite to what she thought his taste would be, the scent seduced her. She made a mental note of the name and reminded herself to pick some up to use at home. Then she giggled at her thoughts.
Once dressed and her hair towel-dried as best she could, she followed her nose toward the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. The nectar of the Colombian gods was Mel’s vice, and her nose identified her absolute favorite blend in the air: hazelnut.
Mixed emotions stopped her as she entered the kitchen, spotting a shirtless Van standing at the counter pouring five mugs of coffee. Muscles flexed with his movements flashing images of his body above her, behind her, fucking her. She shivered as the thoughts of the previous night raced through her. Unfortunately, finding Van in the kitchen had not allowed her the few more minutes she wanted to finish composing herself.
As anxious as Mel was to see the four men, she had hoped to find a couple of minutes of solitude, with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He glanced up, then back down at the coffee cup he was filling. “I knew you’d look good in Calen’s boxers.” He smiled at her then and froze when he noticed the forlorn and distressed look on her face. Setting the coffeepot on the counter, and with the speed and grace of a gazelle, he hurried around the island in the middle of the kitchen and grabbed her around the arms. “Melanie, what is it, honey?”
“Bad dream.” She bit back a sob threatening to escape her lips.
Having spent years battling his own demons, Van had a good idea of the nightmares that plagued Melanie in sleep. Judging by the wide-eyed expression marring her pretty face and the gentle trembling of her body as he studied her, he imagined they were similar to those that could still wake him in a cold sweat.
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Over the years, Calen’s presence in their bed had helped alleviate those night terrors.
Perhaps it could help hers as well.
Gathering her in his arms, he held her and kissed the top of her head.
“I have battle scars too, my love.” Van kept his voice soft as he held her close. In an instant her body stiffened in his embrace.
Mel pulled her head back looking up at him. “Someone hurt you?” she asked, and her eyes darkened with anger. The tortured expression on her beautiful face mirrored the one Calen wore years earlier, the first time Van shared a little of his childhood with his lover.
Tight-lipped, Mel muttered, “Who hurt you, Van?”
Expelling a sigh, Van pulled her to him again, allowing himself a minute to calculate his answer. There was no way, in her current state of mind as she battled the memories of her nightmare, Mel needed to hear about his demons.
Neither of them turned toward the soft slide of the patio door. However Van caught the subtle scent of Jake’s cologne as he entered. The fact that they would be overheard didn’t bother Van in the least. Being close friends, Philip and Jake were aware of Van’s past, and over the years had proven to be a valuable asset to his support system.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please tell me who caused you pain. I…I need to know.”
Pulling his head back, Van gazed into her green eyes. Reflecting back at him he read anger, concern, and understanding.
Van nodded before placing a kiss on her parted lips. “For the time being, I’ll give you the summed-up version. Okay?”
With a slight smile of her acceptance, Van took a deep breath.
“Following the death of my mother a few months after my birth, my father turned to the bottle for solace.”
Against him, Melanie’s body trembled. He barely heard the word “no” carried on her breath.
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“Just after my second birthday, my father climbed behind the wheel of his car drunk and drove himself off a cliff. The only family we had here in the United States was my paternal grandfather. Unfortunately, due to his failing health, he wasn’t able to take on the responsibility of a rambunctious toddler, so I was placed in the foster care system.”
With that said, Van decided Melanie had been given enough information for now.
Something told him the two of them would again have the opportunity to discuss the tragedies that were their childhoods. Despite the painful memories such a talk would dredge up, perhaps together they could fight the past on common ground.