Page 109 of Bodybuilders for the BBW

What was I worried about again?

I wanted to slump forward, give myself up to the sensation, when Garrett moved closer.

“Got you feeling good, Katie?” His voice was a dark purr as he tilted my head his way. My mouth was claimed before I could even respond. “I need you to come all over Rhys’ face.” A muffled sound vibrated through me, forcing my hips to twitch, because apparently Rhys wanted the same. I was already so close, he might just get his wish. “Do that for me so I can bend you over and fill you with my cum.”

My cunt twitched, obviously interested in that idea, and Rhys seemed to anticipate that. His fingers speared inside me, harsh and forcing me to stretch, but not able to delve deep enough. There was a particular kind of pleasure I’d only get while riding their dicks, but this was more than enough right now. It was the contrast between hard fingers and soft tongue that was driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“He’s drowning in you.” Garrett now had a running commentary of what was happening. “Tossing up whether he needs to take a breath or more of you.” That had me shifting restlessly. The thought of Rhys suffering didn’t sit well, but he gripped my thighs harder, pulling me right back onto his face. “He’s choosing more of you every time. Seems like you better give him what he wants.”

Garrett plucked my nipples expertly, like I was an instrument on which he would play a savage melody, right before he shifted into the next movement. One hand disengaged and slid down my belly. I didn’t care if my lumps and bumps were on display right now. How could doubt and bliss operate in the same space? I could only choose one, and right as my breath started to come in rapid pants, I picked the only possible option.

Them.

“I’m coming…”

I was snatched off Rhys’ face and set on all fours, and right as my cunt was twitching through the waves of one orgasm, Garrett shoved himself inside me. I was fluttering higher and higher, feeling completely out of control, and he thrust through each pulse, provoking more.

“Fuck, babe…” Rhys emerged out from under me, his face red and shining as he shot me a rakish grin. “That was amazing, but I’m going to need…”

My hand landed on his chest, pushing him back down and then when his back was flat on the couch, I swallowed him as deeply as I could. My intent wasn’t to suck the cum out of him, but to get him all slick for this.

My breasts ached, somehow needing more stimulation, and they were about to get it. Rhys let out a hiss of frustration when I pulled off, but his eyes snapped open when I folded my breasts around him.

“Oh fuck yes…” His brows creased, his entire focus on the way his cock thrust between them. “That is so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot, Katie.”

For some reason, this was the moment I believed him. He said sweet things all the time, but there was something about him being utterly destroyed that got through to me.

“I just wanna come, paint your pretty tits with my seed, then rub it in to mark you as mine. I want…”

I was so damn close. Garrett was setting the punishing pace, and that delicious friction was loosening something in my spine. It grew longer, uncurling and letting him in deeper. A series of little grunts let me know how close he was. We all were. I stared into Rhys’ eyes as I lowered my head and then did what was needed to force him to burst. As his cock thrust up, it did so into my mouth.

“Shit! Shit!”

We were kindling, too dry and brittle, ready to snap, right as a match was thrown on top of it, but what a way to burn. I sucked, licked, shuttled back and forth, right up until the point of no return. Garrett was hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars over and over, my cunt twitching, spasming with each pass, but right as his fingers dug into my hips and Rhys roared, we all came undone.

Spacey, free-floating pleasure that was all encompassing like a great big cloud. Salty cum jetting down my throat. Garrett grinding against me, forcing one last pulse of pleasure out of me as he unloaded. For a moment, it felt like we were suspended in this perfect place where only bliss existed.

But what goes up, must come down.

We crashed into the couch in a messy tangle of limbs, our pants filling the lounge room.

“Fuck… I… Fuck…” All three of us laughed at Rhys’ incoherent pants. “You…” He leaned down to kiss me. “You’re?—”

“Incredible. Amazing. Perfect.” Garrett cradled me against his chest. “Staying over tonight?”

“I don’t have a change of clothes with me,” I mumbled, even as my eyelids felt so very heavy.

“Wear some of my clothes.” Rhys snuggled into me. “Or start keeping stuff here. I’ll clear a drawer for you.”

“We all will.” I was forced to look over my shoulder at Garrett’s solemn tone. “Whatever you need to feel comfortable here, Katie.”

There was more to what he was saying, something big and intense, but I couldn’t deal with that right now. Just as I’d been riding waves of bliss before, now I was trashed. Stick a fork in me because I was done… The couch was soft, so soft, and so I snuggled into it, into them, and then fell asleep.

It was the sound of the front door that woke Bronson and hence me. He let out a little hesitant woof, which had my head jerking up off the couch. I was tucked in against Rhys, blinking blearily, when Rhett trudged inside the house.

These were the footsteps of a man who was exhausted. He could barely pick up his feet, his head hanging low. That’s what had me fighting free of Rhys, picking up a shirt as Bronson grew suddenly bold. He bounded over to Rhett who bent down slowly, slowly to give the dog a pat.

“Hey, fella…” His face was covered in soot and he stank of a bushfire gone wrong, his eyes blinking owlishly as he saw me appear. “Hey, didn’t know you were coming over tonight.” Rhett took in his state as if for the first time. “Look, I am beat, so?—”

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