Sophia opened the door and walked in to Roger’s house, as she had done so many times before over the last decade. Roger’s parents basement, had served as the group’s communal lair, their Hall of Justice, their Batcave, their TARDIS, for the last decade. Next week, all that was coming to an end.
As she entered, she saw Roger’s mom, gathering her purse and keys in the hall. “Oh, hi, Sophia. Roger and James are already downstairs.” she said, with a smile. “I’m late for my yoga. You kids have fun!”
“Hey, Ms. D. Enjoy your yoga class!” Sophia said, making way for the middle-aged woman to get to the door. Sophia was petite, so making sufficient space was easy, even in the Rogers cramped entranceway.
“Listen to me,” Ms. Davidson said, shaking her head and making a disapproving sound. “Still saying, ‘you kids’, and each of you is now 18 years of age or older, and heading off to College next week. Good luck!” she said, smiling and hurrying out the door.
Sophia smiled, and waved to the rapidly closing door, before she started to slide off her sneakers. It was true; a week from now, the band of five friends that had been inseparable since Grade 5 was scattering to the winds. They hadn’t talked about it, as a group, but it had gnawed at Sophia.
Roger, James, Luke, and Sophia. She’d known her friends for almost as long as she’d known herself, if not longer. They co-ordinated Hallowe’en costumes, played Mario Cart and Smash Brothers, helped each other in school. It was the end of an era, with the four of them headed off.
She padded down the stairs into Roger’s room. The entire downstairs was surrendered to the Davidson’s only son, making it a huge clubhouse for the four of them. Two comfortably worn leather easy chairs, a pull-out couch, and three bean-bag chairs made seating them all easy. Posters adored each wall — Link and Zelda, Mario and Peach, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons & Dragons and World of Warcraft. She could close her eyes and recreate the room exactly in her mind; she spent at least half her waking life here, when she wasn’t in school.
Roger was already down here, of course. He and James half-heartedly played at Smash Brothers Melee, obviously killing time as much as each other. Sophia arrived just in time to hear James cry, “Aaaand, that’s so lame!” and the game to ring in with, “KO”!
She couldn’t help but smile. “Samus Spam?”
“It’s the only way he knows how to win.” James complained, punching Roger in the shoulder.
“It’s hardly an unbeatable tactic.” Roger countered. “It’s not like Samus is some unstoppable force of Smash Brothers oppression.”
Sophia climbed over the back of the couch, taking position between her friends, and retrieved a controller from the floor. The game announced the arrival of a new challenger. “Where’s Luke?”
James shrugged. “He said they he was coming. Luke’s Mom is being weird. They had another going-away breakfast this morning.”
Roger nodded, while Sophia contorted her face in pain. “Did she cry again?” Sophia asked.
“Mah bay-bee!” James called out, impersonating James’ overwrought mother. “Oh, mah gawd, I can’t bee-leeve it…” he said, shaking his head as his body wracked with fake sobs. Roger laughed, while Sophia snorted. “Did she not think he would get in, or something…? I mean, she should probably have seen this coming.”
Sophia nodded, but couldn’t help but think that the same caveat would apply to her. None of her friends seemed affected by their upcoming parting. She was starting to wonder if it was a “girl thing”, a thought that upset her more, if anything.
Since she was eleven, her father had ‘warned’ her, on a regular basis, about the kind of reputation a girl gets from hanging out with boys. He’d continued to buy her new makeup and dresses, jewelry, scented bath oils and shampoo, all of which she accepted, wore, and used, while continuing to play video games, watch horror and action movies, and enjoy fantasy novels. Her mother had defended her many times — “She’s just not like that, Douglas — lots of fathers would love a little bit more … rambunctiousness, from their daughters!” — but her father had never understood, and was always uncomfortable with her spending “hours and hours and hours in that basement with those boys, doing God knows what”.
In truth, obviously, the hours and hours in the basement were nowhere near her father’s terrified imaginings. Far more Mario Party was played than strip poker. Sophia had tried to connect with girls her age, but had found their conversations troublingly empty. No — not empty, that wasn’t fair. Sophia was sure that the girls enjoyed their fashion, hair, makeup and men every bit as much as she enjoyed discussing if MissingNo should be considered part of the Generation One roster, or if Other M was just a terrible game, or the most terrible. But makeup and hair weren’t her topics of conversation.
“You are not in this game.” Roger said, kicking her thigh with the balls of his feet. Sophia blinked, and glanced at him, and back at her screen. Samus, it seems, had blasted her Fox to about 60%, while remaining virtually unharmed; James, of course, was already KO’d. She frowned; she was unused to losing at the game. She focused her attention, and was able to recover sufficiently that Roger’s inevitable victory was barely eked out, instead of effortless.
Luke made his way down the basement stairs then. Sophia waved, and he nodded to acknowledge her. Luke’s eyes were just a touch red, as if perhaps the breakfast with his mother had reached him, just a little.
Luke took position on the arm of the couch, pushing Roger over. Sophia shifted herself to fit, putting her legs across Roger’s lap and tucking her feet under Luke’s legs, as she leaned on James with her upper body.
After a few rounds, attention drifted in the game. Sophia won as often as she lost, although Roger remained the best out of all of them. As they played, they discussed upcoming events in the Marvel Universe, perfect casting choices, and their tempered excitement for the movies that DC had to offer. Luke was much more knowledgeable than the others in the comic-book world, but that wasn’t enough to prevent heated debates about interpretations, or reinterpretations, of the characters. With interest in Smash Brothers at low point, James (perpetually stuck in the loser’s bracket) suggested they put on the Game of Thrones, so they did. They quipped lines back and forth, letting the episode drift by as James explained the sometimes substantial differences from the books, until a long sequence began where several of the female characters, scantily clad, tempted one of the men to partake of their womanly pleasures.
A strange silence hung in the air. Sophia had always noticed her friends still got a little weird around her, when naked breasts showed up. They could talk sex; she had no problem discussing which actress or character was the hottest, or the most outrageously shaped. But the actual images — the girls, crawling across the bed seductively — always caused her friends to clam up and avoid eye contact with her.
Then, as she adjusted her legs, she felt something rub against the upper part of her calf. She furrowed her eyes, as she moved her leg again, wondering what it was. It felt almost as if Roger had left a stress-ball in his pocket; whatever pressed against her felt firm yet yielding. She glanced from the movie to Roger’s face, and saw his eyes wide with nervousness, surprise, and excitement. He looked slowly over to her, as she adjusted her leg again, and then couldn’t help but smile, broadly.
“Roger … do you have a boner?” Sophia asked, rubbing her bare leg against the crotch of Roger’s pants, and through them, what she was sure was the head of his penis.
Roger turned a bright red almost immediately, and all faces in the room swiveled to watch the exchange. Sophia immediately felt terrible for having centered the often-shy Roger out for attention, but she couldn’t get the broad grin off her face. “Fuck off.” Roger murmured, trying to adjust out from under Sophia’s legs.
“No, no!” she said, and motioned for the others to stop sniggering. “No, it’s okay, man. It was hawt. I’d probably have gotten hard, too.”
“Girls can’t get boners.” James immediately countered, from behind her. She glanced back, to look at his face, even as she practically pinned Roger to the couch with her legs. So this is what a cock feels like, she thought.
It’s not like she had no experience with penises (penisi?). At one of the school dances, she’d been slow-dancing with Danny Mitchell when he put his hand on her butt, and she’d definitely felt … something, but that was through his jeans, and her jeans. Roger was just wearing casual pants, since it was his basement after all, and she felt it pressing against her bare leg through the loose fabric.
“Well, duh. But girls can get turned on.” She glanced around, and saw that most of her friends had disbelieving looks on their faces. Her face contorted with surprise. “Seriously? Hell yeah. You get all … well, wet, down there. It gets all ready without your permission. Same thing. Ruins panties.” She emphasized her point with a nod.
“Yeah, but nobody can tell on a girl.” Luke said. “I mean, with a guy, everyone can see.”
Sophia nodded. “True. You all wouldn’t have known, if I hadn’t said something.”
“You wouldn’t have known,” Luke responded, “if Roger wasn’t pressin’ his junk against your leg.”
Everyone — except Roger — laughed. He renewed his efforts to get up, and Sophia set her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, and forced his way up; Sophia noticed the bulge in his pants seemed impressively large, but wasn’t sure how to say that to a friend. Roger glared angrily at her. “There, see? Yeah. Yeah, I have a boner. You happy now?”
Sophia found herself continuing to watch the bulge in Roger’s pants as it stood full and proud at attention, seemingly without shame — not that he had anything to be embarrassed about. “Uhm. Yes?” she answered, and everybody (again, except Roger) laughed, a little nervously.
Roger looked like he was about to turn, to storm off to his bedroom, when Sophia realized she was reaching out towards him. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Can I see it?”
The room around her went quiet, and still. Sophia blinked, and realized what she’d just said. Nervously, she licked her lips, as she looked up to Roger’s face. “I mean, I’ve never, like … seen one. I mean, in real life. I’ve seen one, but not … a real one.”
Roger met Sophia’s gaze. He seemed a little unsure of her request, not sure if she was setting him up, or mocking him. She nodded, just a little, and she heard James, behind her, settle into the couch just a little more. Luke climbed off the arm of the couch, getting out from between Sophia and Roger.
A tension hung in the air, one that the group had studiously avoided for years now. Girlfriends had come and gone — more for Luke, fewer for James — and Sophia had been on a few dates, although her father would have had a fit if she’d “gone steady” with anyone. When sex scenes came on in movies, the four of them heckled their way through them, keeping the tension low, avoiding the topic. They’d gone from changing into bathing suits in front of each other to taking turns in the bathroom getting changed; Sophia had noticed their bodies changing, and occasionally had felt their eyes on her curves, as well.
The question hung in the air, thus far unanswered. Sophia nodded again, light and encouraging, and she noticed Luke nodding, out of the corner of her eye.
“Go ahead, man,” James said. “You’ve got nothing to hide.”
“Yeah,” she heard Luke say, from off to her side. “Just … let her look.”
Roger nodded, slowly, seeming to appreciate the acceptance of his friends. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his loose-fitting casual pants, and pulled them down.
His cock sprang up, and Sophia felt her mouth drop open, and her hand come up to cover it. Roger’s cock curved up and slightly to the left, instead of being arrow-straight. It was a wonderful flesh-colour, of course, but not quite pale, instead being just a little darker than the skin around it. Roger’s pubic hair was dark in color, and full around the base, and Sophia could see his tentacles, pulled up snugly at the base. The tip was a dark, royal purple, and gave the impression, somehow, of being … full.
Sophia pulled herself up to seated on the couch, pulling away from James, behind her. She leaned forward, half-over the edge of the couch where Luke had sat, resting a hand there, and lean on it for support. She caught herself as her other hand reached out, half-way across the gap between the sofa and where Roger stood. She felt a tingle between her legs, an enticing bubbling sensation, as she felt her sex become intensely interested in what was happening, and for not the first time she was glad that if she had a hard-on, it wouldn’t show.
Her eyes flicked off the cock for only a moment, up to Roger’s face. He was obviously nervous, and biting his lip, intently watching Sophia’s every motion. She pointed to his cock, as her eyes returned to it. “…can I touch it?” she asked.
Behind her, she heard James adjust his position on the couch. Luke leaned over the couch, as if he was straining to see for himself.
“Uh … yeah. Sure.” Roger said. Sophia could hear in his voice that he was trying not to sound eager, trying to force nonchalance into his manner, despite his obvious eagerness.
As Sophia reached out for Roger’s cock, she climbed down from the couch, so she could reach him. On her knees in front of him, the tips of her fingers made hesitant contact with his shaft. It was rigid, the flesh firm, and she couldn’t help but think of the term hard-on, and she felt herself smile. She ran her fingertips along the shaft, from the mid to the base, feeling how surprisingly warm it was. She shifted her legs, which had grown slick from her juices, and she felt herself blush slightly, hoping her friends didn’t notice. She heard Roger exhale a shaky breath. She glanced up, her eyes full of worry. She didn’t know anything about penises; were you only supposed to stroke them in one direction? Roger met her gaze, and nodded, as he said, “Wow, that … feels great,” giving a nervous smile.
She felt herself smile broadly, and Roger’s own smile widened to match. “I’m glad.” she said. “I … don’t really know what I’m doing.” she admitted, sheepishly, as she wrapped her hand around Roger’s member. “It feel so … solid. Does it feel heavy?”
“I think they all do right now.” Luke chimed in, and everybody laughed. Sophia looked around the room. James, seated on the couch still, had his hands in his lap, which did little to conceal the obvious bulge there, while Luke over the couch, showing no shame about the large tent he was showing in his pants.
Sophia pulled downward slightly on Roger’s cock as she looked about, and felt a resistance, there. Releasing it, it pulled itself back to erect, and twitched a little. No, not twitched — throbbed.
Sophia’s mouth felt thick with saliva, and she swallowed. “Is this…?” she asked the room, turning to all of them, worried someone would be embarrassed, or think this was too much, but all her friends shook their head.
“No no!” Roger answered, and set his hand on the side of her head. He stroked her long bangs out of her face as she looked up at him, and she felt a shiver run through her body, originating between her legs. “It’s … good.” he continued, maintaining eye contact with her, as she looked up from her crouched position on her knees.
“I … I’m gonna … kiss it.” Sophia said, and she felt her heart skip a beat. She spread her knees on the floor, and felt her juices gush, soaking her panties and probably her shorts. She moved her head in towards Roger’s cock, and it twitched with eagerness as her hot breath ran down it.
“Oh, oh God yes.” Roger moaned.
Sophia shuffled closer, her knees now to either side of Roger’s ankles, her head immediately in front of his proud phallus, which twitched and surged with a life of its own just in front of her lips. She licked her lips, anticipating his taste, and the cock jerked, suddenly, in response. She noticed his balls had tightened up even more, that the testes barely hung down at all now, as she pressed her lips to the head of Roger’s cock.
The texture of Roger’s cockhead was spongy and soft, not entirely unlike someone’s lips, but at the same time, it was unlike kissing lips in every other way. She pressed, and felt her lips part a little to make way for the tip of Roger’s full shaft to slide into her mouth. Sophia hesitated another moment, then inhaled through her nose, taking in the full, eager, scent of one of her best friends, before parting her lips and letting his cock slide into her mouth.
It was full and firm and it tasted of flesh and sweat, which was wonderful. Sophia reached up, and set her left hand gently on Roger’s thighs, the better to resist the temptation to reach down and touch herself. Her right hand wrapped around Roger’s thick shaft far more confidently than before, and she held it firmly, ready to guide more of its length into her mouth when the mood struck her. She rested the head on top of her tongue, and savoured the salty-sweet taste of it. She heard herself murmur, and felt the cock surge in response; it felt for a moment like it grew it her mouth, and she relished the sensation. She curled up the tip of her tongue as she had when French-kissing before, and it slid easily along the bottom of Roger’s wide shaft; she felt a robust vein there, and the traced her tongue up and down its length.
Her eyes were closed, and she wasn’t entirely sure when she closed them, but she felt Roger’s hands burying themselves in her hair, now. As he did so, it spilled around her face, and Roger gave a stifled moan above her, cupping the back of her head with his hands. She nodded, the leaned her head to the side, allowing the tip of the cock to rub against her cheek, and Roger audibly groaned in response, as she felt the head of his cock swell, again.
“Oh, God, Soph … That, what you’re doing…” Roger said, concern obvious in his voice. Alarmed, Sophia jerked her head back from Roger’s cock, leaving a trail of spittle from it’s head to her lips, that she wiped away with her arm.
“I’m sorry!” she said, biting her lip. “Did I nick it, with my teeth? I was trying not to. I’m sorry, that probably wasn’t very good, right?” she asked, glancing around the room, hoping nobody was upset.
“No, Soph…” Roger said, shaking his head firmly. “That was amazing!”
Luke and James nodded their agreement, as Luke said, “Fuck, yes. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”
As Sophia ran a finger over the corner of her mouth, she smirked, and blushed a little sheepishly. “I’m glad you all liked it.” Sophia said meekly. She turned to look at Luke and James. Luke was leaning over the couch, so that he could easily watch while Sophia was blowing Roger, but James had slid himself forward, and his pants were showing a major tent. Sophia felt her gaze become fixed there, watching James’ bulge, and she felt her little pink tongue flick over her lips. She adjusted her legs, the ache between her legs having grown to an uncomfortable tension.
“Can, uhm …” she started, timidly, pointing with one finger at James’ pants. James nodded furiously, and began to undo his pants, and she raised her gaze up to Luke. When their eyes met, Sophia nodded, and Luke climbed over the back of the couch, undoing his belt at the same time.
Luke was the second to have his pants down. Roger’s cock was shorter, but thicker; Luke’s cock had a good girth, but was a good half-inch longer than Roger’s. Sophia lowered her hands to the carpet, and moved forward on all fours, crawling towards her most athletic friend. She reached up slowly before deliberately wrapping her hand around the cock. Just as she moved her hand down the shaft, James’ cock sprang free from his pants, and Sophia gasped. James’ cock was longer again than Luke’s, and seemed to stretch up into the air from his lap. Sophia pushed her hand down the shaft of Luke’s cock, then back up, as she murmured, “Woah.”
All her friends shared a laugh, and Sophia giggled along. “Sorry! It just…” she murmured, gesturing.
“Is bigger better?” Roger asked, a little nervously.
Sophia shrugged, and turned back to Roger. “How would I know? You were the first cock I sucked, remember. Besides … yours is so … thick.” she said, smiling to reassure him, as her fingers played up and down over Luke’s cock.
She looked over at Luke, and smiled to him. “Yours is just-right. Good and thick…” she said, squeezing and shaking Luke’s cock a little, widening her eyes as if in surprise, and then looking a bit sheepish. She bent over, and gave the head of his cock a kiss, as Luke gasped.
Without releasing Luke’s cock, Sophia shimmied across the floor until she was alongside James’ lap. James and Luke had been courteous enough to sit alongside each other. Sophia ran her hand up along James’ leg as she said, “But yours, Jimbo …” she said, calling him by his nickname. “Yours is so long.” She reached up with her left hand, and wrapped it around Jimbo’s shaft. She paused for a moment, feeling her mind capture the moment, studying how her hand looked wrapped around her sensitive friend’s cock. She and James had sat up all night together time and again; Jimbo had braided her hair, and helped her practice putting on makeup, and they’d cried together every time they watched Old Yeller.
She moved her hand up along James shaft, letting a slow breath through her pursed lips, gently blowing on the head of James’ dick, which throbbed in response. She leaned in slowly, opening her mouth gradually so that she had to push the cock past her lips. Her little pink tongue played over the swollen purple head of James’ cock, and she felt it throb in response. In her right hand, she felt Luke’s cock pulse, and she ran her hand up and down the shaft again, while her left hand gently encompassed James’ balls, lightly squeezing.
Behind her, she heard Roger shifting about the basement. She glanced back, but couldn’t see Roger as she lowered her head onto James’ cock. She squeezed a touch more firmly on Luke’s cock, and ran her hands up it, then back down again, squeezing a groan out of her friend.
As she pushed James’ cock deeper into her mouth, pressing it against the back of her throat, she felt a pair of hands gathering her hair, and realized it must be Roger. Roger, her sharpest friend; Roger, with his quick mind, who had always helped her with her homework, who was always so kind and warm, who remembered everyone’s birthday, now gathered her hair up so she could deep-throat James’ lovely long cock. Her hand ran gradually up and down Luke’s cock, running her thumb along the underside of the shaft.
With a loud, wet sound, Sophia pulled her head up off of James’ cock, pausing to smile at James and enjoy his delighted expression. She licked her lips, a smile teasing the edges of her mouth, as she turned her head towards Luke.
Taking a deep breath, Sophia pressed her head down over Luke’s cock. She made sure to run Luke’s cock over her tongue, using her hand to guide the shaft, and leading the dick into her cheek. The head of Luke’s cock pressed against her cheek, pushing it outward, and Sophia’s tongue slipped out of her mouth, to trace along the portion of Luke’s shaft Sophia had not yet taken into her waiting mouth.
Sophia’s finger and thumb were looped around the base of Luke’s member, and she tugged a little, pulling upward on his cock as she lowered her head, swallowing as much of her friend’s solid shaft as she could. Pushing herself down, she was able to feel her lips brush against her own fingers; she could feel the tip of Luke’s cock teasing the back of her throat. She pressed her lips around Luke’s cock, making a seal; she lifted herself up, flicked her tongue along the base of his head, and then pushed the shaft back into the back of her mouth, rubbing that same part of Luke’s cock against the back end of her tongue. Luke responded with a deep moan, and Sophia could feel the head of his cock swell.
She pulled her head from Luke’s cock, pulling with her hand as she leaned back, positioning herself so that all three of her friends were in her line of sight. She looked back and forth between them, licking her lips.
She reached up and took hold of Luke’s hand, and pulled him up off the couch. “Lay down”, she murmured to James, who responded by swinging his legs up onto the couch, and shifting himself down. Once James was in position, Sophia climbed up, putting a leg on his far side, and arranging herself so that her body lined up with James’ own.
She pressed down, not yet taking James into her, but instead rubbing his substantial length along her pussy, through her soaking wet panties. Sophia felt the thick vein that ran along the underside of James’ shaft, and rubbed her clitoris against it, shifting her weight back and forth from one knee to the other. Her thighs quivered, as she felt her climax stir inside her, eager to erupt.
“…okay…” she purred. “Okay. So, uhm. Roger, if you wanna … like, uh, behind me? And Luke, if you were at the top of the couch — yeah, like that…”
As Sophia murmured her vague directions, Roger and Luke moved into position. Sophia motioned at her hips as Roger climbed quickly onto the couch behind her, and he set his hands there as he ran his thicker cock across the panties that covered her ass. She glanced down at James, and smiled, letting a hint of her nervousness show; he smiled cautiously back up at her, setting his hands on her chest to cup her breasts gently.
“Roger, could you…?” Sophia started, and Roger obeyed almost immediately. He held Sophia’s hips, firmly but gently, positioning her atop James, and in front of him. Sophia felt James’ demanding erection striving to find her entrance, and every time the head of James’ cock rubbed against the lips of her moist pussy, she felt a rush of excitement, wondering if this would be the first time she felt a man push inside her.
Luke moved to in front of her, and Sophia looked up at him, from where she curled her hand around his shaft. She ran her little pink tongue over her lips, and then pressed a gentle kiss onto the underside of Luke’s cock-head, flicking just a little with her tongue as she pulled away. She felt Roger’s thick cock teasing around her ass, then, as he tried to find somewhere to align himself, as James peeled a hand off of her breast to reach down to better guide his own cock.
“Fuck.” Sophia moaned, and she heard her friends chuckle, and they murmured their agreement. Fuck.
James took hold of his cock, at the base, and guided the tip. Sophia felt it align with her eager hole, and felt the head cover over the entrance. James hesitated for a moment, as if he was unsure if he should push ahead.
Sophia answered him by wrapping her lips around Luke’s cock, her lips around the base of Luke’s cock’s head, the ridge that shaped the purple helmet. She moaned, and flicked with her tongue, and reached up with her arms to take hold of Luke’s athletic hips and pull him into her mouth, deeply, to feel the length of him along her tongue.
As she did, she relaxed her knees, just a bit; just enough to press herself down on James’ shaft, just enough to take the head of James’ long cock into her. She moaned, around Luke’s cock, while her pussy quivered with excitement, as James’ cock, so long and eager, pressed bit by bit deeper into her, as she lowered her knees.
Sophia felt the hair at the base of Luke’s shaft tickle across her lips, as she had the whole of him in her mouth. She felt as though she had taken more of James into her than there ever had been, but her thighs burned, just a little, from supporting her weight. So she knew that, even though it felt as though James’ cock was ripping her open, there was more of it to take in; even though it already felt like the head of James’ cock had bottomed out inside her, she shifted her weight, and pressed onward.
She whimpered, a little, around Luke’s cock in her mouth, and Luke’s cock twitched because of it. James’ cock was so much and so full that it had gone past filling her up; his cock stretched her, like a dressmaker’s frame; Sophia could feel her pussy throbbing and contracting, stretching and pulling, resizing itself into the perfect fit for James’ great length. All the way down, with the whole of James’ length inside her, Sophia felt her thighs shudder again, and a shiver passed up her spine. She concentrated to make sure not to close her teeth on Luke, instead groaning around him to express her satisfaction, craning her neck, trying to have Luke fill her mouth as James filled her pussy. She felt her fingernails sink into Luke’s flesh, pulling and straining, and felt Luke’s cock throb in response, the head swollen and eager.
Beneath them, Sophia heard the couch groan, and she felt Roger’s fingers rubbing at her inner thighs. The feeling only added to the sensations from between her legs, and Sophia shuddered, and spread her legs just a little, to allow him more access. To her surprise, though, gentle Roger moved his hands, pressing her thighs back together, clamping her knees tight around James’ hips.
She began to rock, leaning forward to gradually slide James out of her moist pussy while taking Luke deep in her throat, then reversing, to press James inside her while giving her a chance to breathe around Luke’s cock. She let out a small sigh of satisfaction, enjoying the feeling of her friends sharing at her body.
She felt Roger behind her, running his cock along her buttocks, rubbing at the crack of her ass, and for a moment she pulled Luke from her mouth. She glanced back to Roger as she rolled her hips on James, feeling him full within her, pressing against her.
“…you can take my ass if you want, Roger.” she murmured. He met her gaze, and nodded slightly, and she smiled, a little meekly. “Try and be a bit gentle with it? But you can fuck my ass. I’d love to feel it.”
Roger nodded, and clamored in closer to Sophia, aligning his hips with hers. She felt the thick head of Roger’s cock press against her asshole. She looked up at Luke, who was rubbing his dick with his hand, and she cupped her hand around his snug balls; she looked down at James, and smiled as she contracted her snug pussy around his long, firm shaft.
When Roger pressed the head of his cock into Sophia’s asshole, she cried out. It hurt, but not as badly as she’d been expecting. She bit her lip, and heard herself whimper a bit, as Roger huffed, behind her, holding her hips surprisingly firmly, and pressing the length of him, relentlessly, into her tight hole at a constant pace.
Sophia’s eyes fluttered as she felt a tremor pass along her spine and down her thighs, and she guided Luke’s cock back into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the base of the head. It was now as it had always been; the four of them, together. Roger had buried himself up to his balls in her ass, James’ long cock was stuffed into her wet pussy, and the head of Luke’s member was pulsing in her mouth, preparing to unload. As she always had, Sophia reveled in being the center of her friend’s attention, the quivering of her body letting her know that this was exactly what it had wanted for years.
Sophia rolled her hips forward and back, sliding both James and Roger slightly out of her, then pushing their length back in. She moaned around Luke’s cock, which throbbed in her mouth. She felt the cocks inside her strain against each other through the thin flesh between them, and the sensation had her pussy rhythmically tightening on James, pumping at him, eager to feel his load inside her. She began to anticipate the taste of Luke’s seed, wondering if it would be sweet or salty, as she ran her tongue around his head repeatedly, in tightening circles of increasing speed. Unintentionally, she moaned, her body pressed to the limit of its tolerance, as her clitoris rubbed against James’ pelvis when she pressed with her hips. She felt as though her ecstasy were the skin of a drum, drawn taut, with her friends enthusiastically pressing at it, constantly threatening to make it pop. Her hands held Luke’s hips, to hold her body up at the right angle for both Roger and James to press themselves in, to see-saw themselves back and forth, rubbing their lengths against the rims of her entrances; she sank her fingernails into Luke’s muscled side, and heard him grunt, feeling his cock strain in her mouth, feeling the head at the end of Luke’s shaft dry-pump not once, but twice, as Luke reached down and cupped his hands around the back of Sophia’s head, pressing her down and forward.
Luke was going to cum in her mouth, and Sophia was probably going to cum when he did.
Luke strained, and his hips began to jerk, and Sophia realized for a moment as he held her head in place while pumping that this was what people meant when they said, “face-fucked”, but it didn’t feel terrible; in fact, it felt sexy and strong and empowering to have driven Luke so wild. Behind her, Roger was forcing out a regular beat of grunts, almost growling, holding her hips much more firmly than she’d ever thought Roger could, aggressively forcing every quarter-inch of his wonderfully full cock up her ass, and she could feel that he was nearly as fit to burst as Luke was, if not moreso. Inside her gushing pussy, James’ long cock filled her and rubbed against her cervix, a touch behind the others in pace but straining and eager to explode itself. If Sophia could have spoke around Luke’s cock, she would have given all her friends permission to fill her; she would have begged her friends to let themselves cum, so that she could feel it, taste it, and let it fill her.
Beneath her, James gasped, and his hands on Sophia’s breasts squeezed, and he strained his hips upward and pressed his cockhead against the very limits of Sophia’s pussy, and she nearly choked on Luke’s cock. In response, Roger’s hand lifted from her hip and came to rest of Sophia’s shoulder with a surprising force, pressing her down into James and back onto his cock, straining Sophia’s neck as Luke made no effort to relent in his forceful taking of her mouth. Her pained-and-pleased moan was enough, or too much, for Robert; inside her ass, Sophia felt his good, thick cock throb, and then burst.
Roger’s whole body shivered as Sophia felt his cock release a blast of hot cum inside her anus, and he moaned, “Oh, God!” Hearing Roger give way to his pleasure, Sophia felt a shudder move along her pussy, and felt her knees quiver against James, as her climax began. Luke lifted a knee up to the arm of the couch and leaned in, and Sophia’s tongue felt the thick vein along the underside of his cock pump as he abruptly burst, too. Sophia tasted the salty-sweet taste of James’ cock hit the back of her throat, and she moaned with excitement, knowing her body, her work, her sex had brought two of her friends to their wondrous climax.
Her body shuddered again, as the taste and feeling of Luke’s cum seemed to double the sensations along her pussy; she felt herself clamp down tightly on James’ cock, and felt her pussy throb at it as if desperate to milk it. As her climax rapidly grew, she was forced to let Luke’s cock slide from her mouth, and she cried, “Fuck!” as it did so; it was the only word that could encapsulate the sensations rushing up her spine and down her thighs. Her hands leapt from Luke’s hips down to James’ shoulders, where she squeezed fiercely; the sensation of her muscles tightly binding as a response to her climax was a new and wonderful one to her, and she treasured it a long moment, adoring the burst of sensation it sent careening along the walls of her soft sex. Roger’s slid from her, and she gasped, feeling his seed leaking from his asshole; another thick load of Roger’s spunk hit the small of her back.
She looked up at Luke and, realizing his cock was still upright, swelling and ready to burst again, opened her mouth wide, tongue out, trying to position herself beneath his long, rigid member to catch more of her salty-sweet reward. When Luke came again, though, it wasn’t into her mouth; Sophia felt the jet of hot cum spray along her cheek, up into her hair, as Luke marked her with it. Sophia’s pussy pulsed again, adoring the attention feeding off the lust her friends felt towards her.
It was all, finally, too much for James, watching from beneath Sophia. His hands whipped from her breasts to her hips, and he forcefully pressed, grunting, all but howling as he shot a thick, sticky load, deep into Sophia. Sophia felt James’ cum inside her, hot and sticky, coating her cervix and filling her pussy; she wondered if James might have had the biggest load of all, as it felt like shot after shot of the cum flowed through James’ lengthy shaft and directly into Sophia’s hot pussy. Her climax sizzled through her, still; it came to rest only slowly, her hands slowly releasing their grip on James’ shoulders, her breathing beginning again with long, labored panting.
Roger was seated on the couch again, his head falling back so that he stared at the ceiling, panting and spent as he ran a soft hand up and down the cum-splattered small of Sophia’s back. James, beneath her, ran his hands up and down the curves of Sophia’s sides; Luke rested his knees on the arm of the sofa, and gently stroked at Sophia’s hair. Everyone took a moment, breathing, appreciating what had just happened, taking an extra moment to bask in the wondrous afterglow. Sophia treasured the feeling of being in the middle of all of her friends, feeling their bodies relaxing and their heartbeats intermingling, feeling all three young men stroke at her flesh.
Sophia broke the silence with a giggle, than all three of the friends joined in, quietly, and to which she added a low, spoken “wow”. Laughter spread quickly between the four of them in response, and they all looked back and forth to one another. Sophia slowly extricated herself from James, leaning against the back of the couch; James moved his legs to make room for her to sit down. She sighed contentedly as she rubbed Roger’s back, and stroked James’ thigh. Luke shifted to be behind her, and brushed her hair back, and rubbed her shoulders.
“That was … so amazing.” Luke said, as Roger and James nodded.
“I never thought I’d get to be with a babe … uh, girl – woman! – as hot as you, Soph.” Roger answered. Sophia replied with an “Aww,” and a giggle, and rubbed at her friend’s back.
James nodded in agreement with Roger. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for, like, ever.”
Sophia rubbed James and Roger’s legs. “Well, you should have!” she laughed, looking up to meet Luke’s gaze. “… so, uh … what … what are you guys planning the rest of the week? I mean … I don’t move away until next Sunday …” she said, smirking and laughing along with her friends.