“Lay down,” Greg commanded, and Dana turned and sat on the end of the bed, and then she lay back while sliding upward so her head rested on the pillows. She stared down at the two men. They were looking at her, now nude except for the heels.
“Spread your legs,” Homer said, and Dana did so without shame, revealing her wet pink pussy. “Finger yourself,” the young man added, and Dana reached down, trailing the tip of her index finger down her stomach and across her trimmed pubic hair until she was sliding along her slit and then pushing her finger into herself.
The men watched her for some time, and she gave them quite the show, sliding in two fingers and then three. As she was coming, fingering herself with those three fingers while using the pad of her index finger on her other hand to rub her clit, Homer took his pants off, stepping out of them and his boxers, and began pulling on his own cock. He was large, not as big as Greg, but somehow even longer. He was uncut, something Dana had never experienced. Dana moaned and came, making eye contact with Greg as she did so.
“Taste her,” Greg said, and Homer took his shirt off before climbing onto the bed and lowering his head between Dana’s legs. She had just come, but the young man’s tongue was like heaven between her legs, and he eagerly lapped up her expelled juices. She reached down and ran her fingers through the man's long blond hair.
“Fuck her,” Greg said, and Dana opened her eyes and looked down. Greg was now nude and had moved to the chair beside the bed. His cock was hard, and he stroked it slowly while he watched Homer move up, positioning his pelvis between Dana’s spread legs. The man was gentle, somehow suppressing his urge as he slid into her wet pussy. He fucked her slowly, gently, their lips meeting in between moans and groans.
The bed shook, and Dana looked over. Greg was kneeling beside her, his massive cock bobbing in the air above her lips. She opened her mouth, and he came forward so that his dick slid into her mouth. His hands went to her breasts as she rocked her head back and forth, sucking his cock as Homer continued to slide in and out of her pussy.
This went on for some time, and then Homer pulled out of her. “I want to feel her tongue,” he said. Greg pulled back, his cock springing free from her lips, wet and slick and shining in the soft candlelight. They moved her then, roughly, where the sex had been gentle up until that point. Greg was not going to show the same constraint, and Homer fed off it. They positioned her on her hands and knees across the bed, and Homer knelt before her face. She opened her lips, and he reached down, placing one hand on her chin, gripping her there painfully as he shoved his cock down her throat.
Greg took up position behind her, his hands on her hips, and he thrust his monster dick inside her. The men took no more concern for her pleasure, but still, within minutes, she was rocked by an orgasm for the second time that night. Greg couldn’t resist when her pussy contracted against his cock, and he thrust in once more and held there, his fingers tight on her hips as he came, his cock jumping inside her as he sprayed his semen deep within her.
Homer moved her when her boyfriend was done. Greg left the room, going to shower as he always did after sex. Homer lay down, and Dana went to suck him again, but he took her and pulled her atop him. She straddled him, rocking back and forth as he groped and pawed at her large breasts, her hard nipples pressing against his strong palms.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he came, and the second man that night let loose inside her. Afterward, she climbed off Homer’s wet cock and lay beside him. He kissed her, and then he got up and dressed. He left, and Dana was fairly confident she wouldn’t see him again.
5
A month passed after the threesome, and then another, and Greg remained and their sex life was healthy. But he never invited anyone else into their bed. The relationship grew stronger, got more serious, and Greg began dropping hints that Dana should leave her small apartment and move in with him. For some reason, she refused.
A part of it was her job. She still had never spoken with the mysterious buyer, instead communicating through a lawyer. She still wondered if it was Greg, and one night she decided to take matters into her own hands. She lay in bed that night, and he fucked her tits while she reached past him and used a vibrator on herself. She came and then he did, spraying thick globs of semen across her neck and chin. He got up to shower and asked her to join him, but she told him she wanted to take a bath afterward. He nodded and went to shower.
She got up as soon as she heard the water turn on and found his cell phone still in the pocket of his pants, haphazardly strewn on the floor near the bottom of the bed. She strolled through texts but found nothing. Then she went through Greg’s contacts. He was there. The lawyer. There was the lawyer she had become so familiar with.