The Very Rude Boys Next Door by Chloe Kent

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

Panic unfurled from the bottom of Anastasia’s tummy as she kneeled in the middle of the bedroom. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest it seemed to make her entire body quake with each resounding beat.

As soon as they stepped inside, three imposing figures that without saying a word demanded their presence be noticed no matter where they were or what they were doing, her lack of experience prompted her to come clean.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do… how to do it. I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. We plan on going slow, but deep,” Callum said softly.

They stood around her now and Anastasia drew in a jagged breath as they lifted their t-shirts and whipped it off.

They were magnificent, extraordinary, and up close even more perfect than she thought possible.

Not taking their focus off her, they unbuckled their belts, unzipped their jeans then took them off too until they stood in only black boxer briefs. And then soon those were gone as well.

Anastasia gasped in astoundment.

She had never seen men naked up close and personal before but intuitively she knew they were far from average. Far, far from average.

The sight before her rendered her speechless, stupefied her.

They were gods. Honed so specifically for perfection she wondered if what she was looking at was actually real.

Thick bricks of abs lay nestled in the middle of sculpted chests before it tapered into a slim vee. But it was then that her gaze faltered. She looked down then whipped her head away. But she couldn’t keep her gaze away for too long and stole a few more glances at them, ones that lasted longer each time.

She was mesmerized. By their cocks. The utter startlingly male beauty she saw in them left her dazzled. She lifted her eyes to them as if silently asking permission to look at them freely. And when they each nodded, she let her gaze slide over their shafts

Curiously, she visually traced the terrain of veins that spanned their thickness. Their flawlessly shaped balls and their wide bulbous heads, gleaming at her.

She licked her lips. Her hands ached to feel them wrapped around them yet struggling and failing epically for her fingers to reach all around them.

“Touch us,” Ben said, his voice hoarse and sultry.

Tentatively with her gaze still sweeping across their faces, she reached out and cautiously glided her fingertips across their three cocks. That feather-light touch had them growling softly around her, so she did it again. And again.

Gaining confidence, she reached out with both her hands to examine them. To feel the weight of their cocks on her palms, the shape of their balls, the heat they emanated that spoke directly to the intense heat she kept for them between her own legs.

“Open your mouth and suck us,” Kane said, and she could barely make out his words through the thickness of his voice.

They helped her. As she held two cocks in her hands, too greedy to let go, one of them guided his between her lips, dotting her tongue with his silky pre-cum and igniting her taste buds. She desperately sought more of their taste, and sucked and licked and tried so hard to fit them all three inside her mouth.

She savored them, learned their textures, the fascinating way they pulsed for her with such amazement, such concentration, she cried when they picked her up and carried her to the bed and it felt as they had taken away her favorite treat.

She tried to reach for them again, but this time they were back in charge and once they had pinned her to the bed, they parted her thighs and three sets of mouths kissed her. From her forehead to her lips, her nipples, her abdomen, the curve of her waist, her hip, down her thighs.

Her back arched as their breath neared her mons. Too close to her wet heat. And then they were touching her there. With their tongues, stroking her pussy, sipping from her.

She cried out and tried to raise herself up, but pinned down the way she was, there was nothing she could do except do as they told her. Stay down and keep her legs open.

She did try to close her thighs when the embarrassing thought that she was so close to exploding in a blinding orgasm hit her. But they slapped her inner thighs, her clit too and that only served to recharge her colossal need.

The sound of her arousal as they sucked on her echoed off the walls around her. They pulled at her folds and dipped their tongues deep into the pool of her wetness, fucking her with their mouths and savagely turning her need into something so greedy, she shocked herself when she when threaded her hands their whoever’s head was down there and tried to squeeze her thighs shut.

That just made them use more force on her as they kept her legs parted and held her down, keeping her open while they feasted on her. They rolled her clit between their fingers, then their teeth and words failed her, so she just made incoherent sounds.

They took her modesty and destroyed it. She could hide behind nothing as they resorted to tucking their hands under her ass and lifting her like a plate of food for their pleasure.

They coaxed her until she shattered in their mouths. And no matter how much she tried to writhe away from them, to stop the gushing well that fountained out of her each time she came, they kept her in place as she wet their faces, soaked their beards.

Three mouths.

Three times.

She glistened from being so flushed and the embarrassment of the shameless way in which she had lost control added a fury of heat to her skin.

Ben and Kane laid beside her on the bed, stroking back her hair, kissing her as she plummeted back to earth. But then Callum stayed between her legs, his cock too big, too heavy, too thick rested at the entrance of her pussy.

She immediately tried to escape him. In her fascination with them, their beauty, she had forgotten they would have to penetrate her with their cocks. And they were just too big, and she didn’t think she would have enough room inside her for any of them.

She squealed and writhed away but they held her.

“It’s okay. Look at me, sweetheart. Do you trust us?” Callum asked.

Without hesitation she nodded and as soon as she did, he pushed in a little past her folds.

“You’re too big… Callum,” she cried but then he was kissing her, dragging her lips into his mouth, and sucking on her, stealing her breath while he inched in closer and closer.

Tears dripped down the sides of her face as Callum’s cock sunk into her, deeper than she could take. Without thinking she reached for the two men on either side of her, whispering how amazing she was, how beautiful she was, in her ears. She grabbed their cocks and held on for dear life as Callum descended inside her.

And just when she thought he couldn’t go any further, she clung to his cock, barring him going deeper, shaking her head that she couldn’t take anymore. He wasn’t going to fit. The burn of the stretch was too much.

Leaning down, Callum took a nipple into his mouth, Ben kissed her lips and Kane took a mouthful of the flesh on the side of her throat and sucked. It was only when she felt their teeth sink into her nipple, her lip, her skin that Callum slipped in deeper.

Hyperventilating now, she lay utterly still just as Callum did the same inside her.

He brushed back her hair and told her not to move.

But that moment seemed to stretch into eternity and suddenly the urge to move, to feel the heavy pulsing cock inside her slip against her flesh became all she wanted to do.

So she moved.

Callum growled at her, but she did it again. The pain had subsided and now she was consumed with curiosity and wonder at the utter fullness inside her.

As if he had to use all his strength, Callum dragged his cock from her but she before she could even think to complain, Ben had moved his body between her open legs, and he entered her slowly, letting her pussy mold itself to his cock now.

She sucked him up, addicted to the soreness, the fullness that seemed to be making her wetter. Then it was Kane guiding his cock between her hungry lips, dropping his head on her shoulder as she pulled him in, in awe that her body could do that.

They took turns to enter her. And soon they were able to easily slide into her, not only because she was so wet, but because they had stretched her to accommodate them.

But then something changed. Callum wasn’t just entering her and letting her squeeze her walls around his shaft just like she did his brothers.

No, this time, he took her hands and pinned them above her head. Then looking deep into her eyes, he drove his cock into her. Harder each time, deeper each time.

“I’m going to come inside you, Anastasia, do you understand? But I need to go deeper than before. I need to come as deep inside you as your body will let me go. Okay?

She nodded and a moment of fear spilled over into her lust filled eyes as he buried his cock inside her then slipped out. She struggled to get free so she could keep him inside her until he pounded back into her, harder now. He did it repeatedly, gaining momentum and depth until she felt as if she were a part of him.

“Fuck,” he growled. He released her then and whimpering she flung her arms around his neck and sobbed into the side of his neck as he fucked her, sending her spinning into a sphere where only they mattered and her next orgasm.

But there was more wonder to be had, when Callum’s whole body grew rigid, and his cock inside her thicker, harder than concrete.

He captured her lips, kissing her, roughly as he showered her with his cum. The pulsing of his erection against her flesh as he emptied himself inside her, almost at her cervix he was so deep was so wonderous, so amazing, she kissed him with everything she was worth.

Instinctively milking him without even knowing what she was doing.

And when he dragged his cock out of her, leaving her dripping with his cum, Ben followed his path, plugging her pussy with his cock. Fucking her until they both came, adding his essence to her, just as Callum had before him.

Kane was next. He slid into her slippery pussy, right to her cervix, biting her lip as he fucked her, then sucking on it as he emptied his cum inside her too.

They held her then in their arms, taking turns on either side of her as she slept in delirious, amazing exhaustion.

 

***~~~***

 

Under a moonlight night, Anastasia watched the three men who had just taken her virginity in the most profound way ever. Her body still pulsed from the experience, and she seemed to be constantly wet too.

She had dosed off straight after, and they had held her tightly. But it turned out to be a short nap because she felt as if she would be missing out on things. Like watching them sleep for a change.

The first time she had broken from her slumberous state, Kane had bathed her. Ben had massaged her, and Callum had fed her then promptly told her to go back to sleep. She secretly pouted because she wanted nothing more than for them to touch her again. But they ordered her to sleep.

Now she inhaled the air around her, filled with their soap and cologne as they had showered themselves after they put her to bed.

Ben and Kane laid on either side of her, while Callum dozed in a wide back chair. Completely naked they looked like gods and she took her fill of them without shame.

Biting her lip, she clenched her hands to stop herself from reaching for the two cocks on either side of her. Until she couldn’t resist anymore, and her hands shot out only for her to draw them back just as quickly.

“Hey,” Callum said rising from the chair and strolling toward her on the bed. She tried to keep her gaze on his face, but it kept slipping down to his magnificent cock.

He came to the edge of the bed and beckoned her. She crawled to him and looked up at him from her kneeling position.

“What did we tell you?” Callum asked huskily.

“That I had to wait at least a night before you touched me again,” she said shyly.

“Why is that?”

By this time, both Ben and Kane had woken up and now stood next to their brother, all three of them instantly awake and fully alert.

“Because I might be sore from my first time,” she lowered a gaze. “But I’m not, I feel fine. Please,” she begged. She had no idea who this person was that she had become but begging to let her touch them, to feel them inside her again was not who she was.

They growled softly at her wiles even though she didn’t know what she was doing exactly.

“On your knees on the floor,” Callum instructed.

She obeyed instantly. Then sighed in delight as they fed her their cocks, grabbing her hair as they forced their thickness down her throat. She gagged but it didn’t stop her from trying again and again.

Their taste became a craving she couldn’t get enough of. But from the way their breathing changed, the more desperate rough way in which they held her, told her something else.

Immediately she was picked up from the floor. A pile of pillows was placed against the side of the bed, and she was positioned on it. Facing the bed, her ass on the pillows, her legs up in the air against the bed.

She was ordered to keep her thighs opened and straining herself she watched entranced as they closed in around her, pumping their cocks near the entrance of her pussy.

“Open your sweet pussy for us, sweetheart,” Kane said, and she knew instinctively what he meant. She reached up and parted her folds, her center hot and achy to the touch.

Their grunts emboldened her, and she opened herself wider for them.

She closed her eyes as the first lashings of their cum spilled over her.

“Take it, Anastasia. Take our cum and push it as deep into your pussy as you can go.”

Flushed and embarrassed, she did as she was told and sighed in pure astonishment as her fingers swept through the copious amounts of their essence.

They didn’t want to penetrate her because they thought she needed some time to heal, and yet she found this so utterly sexy, so dirty that even in her inexperience she knew it was those things exactly. Dirty. Sexy. Unadulteratedly hot.

And then as she continued to sweep their cum inside her, they started to help her. Their way. Taking charge of her clit, they made her come so hard she thought she had left her body, then they opened her lips and brushed the ribbons of their spent arousal into her clenching, orgasming flesh. They used only one of their fingers to press it in deeper and that made her come all over again.

For punishment for trying to get her way, she was ordered to suck them clean and the little taste of their cum on her tongue had her ferociously sucking harder for more.