Her Dirty Archeologists by Mika Lane

Chapter 27

FLEUR HOLMES

I could barely keep my eyes open.

But I wasn’t going to sleep, not yet.

The guys filtered in to find me reclining on my camp mattress, naked, with my hair streaming over a pillow.

“Fuck me,” Jonas growled as he started toward me.

“Wait,” I said, holding my hand like a stop sign.

The guys looked at each other.

“Huh?” Jonas said.

I lay back, running my hands over my heated skin, and stopping at my breasts. I pulled on my nipples until the guys’ mouths dropped open, then continued to my stomach, until I reached my legs, which I slowly spread open.

“Holy fuck,” Drake breathed.

I circled a finger around my hard clit, then ran it through my wet folds, pulling myself open just enough to give the guys a show.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Feels so nice.”

“Keep going, baby,” Penn whispered.

I glanced at him long enough to watch him whip out his cock. In two long strokes, it was swollen and stiff, dripping with a glistening drop of precum.

My fingers wandered to my opening, where I pushed one inside, followed by another.

“Look at our girl,” Jonas rasped, “fucking herself.”

Drake took another step toward me. “Baby, I gotta have some of that,” he demanded.

I looked at him, his face covered in painful desire.

I wanted him, too. I wanted all of them.

But first I had to torment them a little.

“Okay, Drake. Come over here,” I beckoned with my free hand.

He stood over me.

“Take out your cock.”

He whipped that thing out of his pants in record time.

“Now come down here and fuck my face.”

I lay on my back as he positioned himself, a knee on either side of my head. I guided him just past my lips to tease him a little, tasting the delicious precum dripping from his cock.

But before I really began to devour him, I waved over the twins.

“You,” I said, pointing at Penn, “put your cock in my hand right here, and you, Jonas, fuck my pussy.”

They smiled broadly.

I took Drake as deeply as I could. He pulled back out, almost all the way, then rammed his cock down my throat again with a thrust of his hips.

At the same time, Jonas snapped on a condom and positioned himself at my opening.

“You ready, baby?” he asked.

With my mouth full, I couldn’t say anything, so I just nodded.

With Penn sliding in and out of my grip, my mouth full of Drake, and my pussy full of Jonas, I was in heaven. I was pleasing all my guys—

Shit. Did I just say my guys?

—and they were pleasing me.

Well, more than pleasing me. It was like I’d died and gone to heaven.

Drake pulled out of my mouth just in time to come all over my tits, which left me free to scream from the fucking Jonas was giving me.

His thrusts were rocking me, bringing me close, and then backing off again. I’d never been teased like that.

In one swift movement, he flipped me over so I was on top, straddling him.

I got to work, grinding my pussy on him when either Drake or Penn—I wasn’t sure who, and I didn’t care—started to run a wet finger back… there.

Holy shit.

I’d never explored backdoor play and wasn’t sure I wanted to, but the sensation of a finger gently tickling me there was… kind of cool.

In fact, it was more than cool. I fucking loved it, and while riding Jonas’s cock, wagged my ass for more.

A moment later, a fingertip was pressing inside me, and I almost screamed stop, but when it got further inside, it actually felt good. Like it was meant to be there.

Combined with the sensation of a full pussy, it was enough to drive a person crazy.

It turned out having both my ass and pussy serviced was pretty fucking awesome. Head bucking, tits bouncing, and hair flying all over the place, I exploded in orgasm, one after the other, convulsing from the overload of sensation.

Grabbing my hips, Jonas thrust his hips upward one more time, grinding his teeth, followed by an ear-splitting bellow.

When he finally released me, I fell forward on him, dripping in sweat, weak, and shaky, as if everything I was had been taken out of me and enjoyed by my three lovers.

I didn’t want anything to change. I wanted to stay here forever with the guys, living just as we were, digging by day and making love by night.

That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

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