Homecoming by Kelly Love

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Though she’ll forever be a New York girl at heart, she now lives in sunny San Francisco. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to pop concerts.

What inspired you to write your book?

Imagining and writing erotica is a guilty pleasure of mine 🙂

Here is a short sample from the book:

Adam was the first into the ring. He sank to his knees behind me. I shivered as his tongue explored the cleft of my buttocks, working slowly down until he was between my legs. Always eager, my lovely Adam. Encouraged, Ben bent to kiss my breasts, lingering on each nipple before moving to the other. His hands cupped my soft flesh, kneading it gently. Carl pressed his lips to my neck, my other powerful erogenous zone, and David leaned in to kiss me. Four guys, four zones. Excellent.
My hands weren’t idle, either. Whilst their mouths were working on me, I sought out their crotches. I found one at each side, both hardening nicely. Carl groaned as I squeezed his erection. David made surprised noises as I tugged down his zipper, then slipped my hand inside his pants. His cock was hot and erect, a smooth layer of softness over a hard, capable core. I wasn’t able to get into Carl’s pants as easily. He had to help, but it was worth the wait. His cock was thicker, if a little shorter, than David’s. He never became fully hard, I remembered, but it didn’t stop him being a fine lover.
“I think the bed is calling,” I said, after enjoying another long moment of bliss. Having four male mouths on my body was pretty intense, but I was ready for more. They broke away from me like performing jets, each moving a measured distance away from me so they could undress. None of them had spoken, yet they’d all agreed to disrobe in the same moment.
I lay back on the bed to watch hard, muscular bodies reveal themselves. Adam was fully aroused, sporting a magnificent curving weapon whose skin was so tight, it shone. Carl was thick and swollen, but not properly erect. David’s was a little above horizontal, a fleshy spear eager to pierce my soft inner passage. Ben was still soft, a swinging and flaccid member which disappointed me a little.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’m not used to this group thing.”
“Don’t worry, dude,” Adam said. “Once the action starts, you’ll be back with us.”
“I’m not so sure,” he said. I reached out for Ben, who stepped closer to the bed. I slid across so I was at the right level and took him in my mouth. He sighed happily.
“Makes me wonder if you didn’t fake it, man.” Carl shook his head. I opened an eye to see Ben wink. I didn’t care. I was happy to play along. Sure enough, within thirty seconds, Ben began to stiffen, hardening slowly in my mouth as I used my tongue on him.
Conversely, Adam was doing the same to me. He’d climbed between my legs and was lapping at my pussy as if it was an ice cream. Heavenly. Carl was sucking on one breast, and Ben was massaging the other, which left only David with nothing to grab hold of. It looked as if there wasn’t enough of me to go around. I reached out a bare foot and stroked his cock with my toes. It wasn’t much, but he knew I hadn’t forgotten him.
“Squish round, Carl. Make some room for David,” Ben said. He had the best view of what was going on, so it made sense for him to co-ordinate, even if he had cheated his way into my mouth. Carl shuffled down my body, never letting go of my breast, as David climbed onto the bed beside him. His cock hovered invitingly above my head, so I switched from Ben to David, using my tongue to good effect. I pumped Ben’s now-hard cock slowly with my hand, keeping him primed for when I returned. He seemed happy with the arrangement, and continued playing with my breast, rolling the hard nipple between his big fingers.
Adam was working miracles between my legs, sending waves of heat through my body as his tongue flicked and lapped at my sensitive flesh. My breathing was deepening with each passing moment, and my passage ached for attention, something he was probably well aware of, because he kept avoiding it. The tip of his tongue circled my needy entrance, diving in to tease me, then scuttling away to leave me groaning with frustration. David’s hand found the back of my head and he began to guide my sucking, not pulling me onto him, but setting a pleasurable rhythm for us both. Ben endured it for a minute or so before asking for me back. I was happy to oblige. He was still nice and hard, further proof he’d been holding back earlier. I switched hands and pumped David gently, squeezing him so he’d remain hard for me.
Carl was working hard on my nipple, bringing it to full hardness. He sucked, pulling back until the nipple slipped from his mouth. I groaned as he returned and began sucking again, pulling back over and over, sending wonderful thrills through my body. But Adam was winning the pleasuring stakes. His tongue was heating me up, bringing on a familiar rush that would result in an orgasm very soon.
“I think Adam’s had enough fun down there,” Ben said. “Maybe he ought to switch?”
“Not yet, not yet,” I said, putting a hand on Adam’s head. Everyone laughed, except Adam, who was busy with his tongue. It didn’t take him long to finish the job. I cried out, writhing on the bed and grasping anything I could get hold of. David groaned as I squeezed his cock hard. My other hand pulled Adam hard against my body as my heels pedalled against the covers. My back lifted clear of the bed as my muscles all tightened, squeezing a long, drawn-out groan from my throat.
“Fucking hell!” I cried. Adam continued to lap at me, but it was suddenly too much for me. I managed to slip a hand between my legs, protecting my pussy from his eager tongue.
“No?” he asked.
“Uh-uh,” I said, still out of breath. “Not right now.”
“Then one of us must fuck you. You leave us no choice.”
“No, no, you mustn’t. You brute!” I threw an arm across my face.
“Methinks the lady doth protest overmuch,” Ben said.
“The lady doth overact a little too much,” Adam added.
“She’s not sucking much cock, either,” Ben complained.
“Sorry, guys.” I took Ben into my mouth and he sighed contentedly. The bed bounced as Adam moved out from between my legs. Carl’s hand slipped down there. His rough fingers made small wet sounds as he explored my tingling lips. I shuddered as he found my clit, which was still buzzing from my first orgasm.
“Sorry, babe,” he said. His fingers slid down towards my opening, which was eager for his touch, unlike my clit. I groaned as he slipped the tip of one finger, then another inside me.
“More…”
“Uh-uh. Mustn’t spoil what’s to come.”
“Aw, please?” I needed to feel his fingers inside me. I was aching to feel something inside me. I felt empty without it.
“You won’t have to wait long.” The bed creaked as Adam reappeared, a condom stretched onto his cock. My body thrilled in anticipation. I spread my legs wider, but he shook his head.
“No?” I asked.
“Turn over, babe. You’ll have more fun that way.”
He was right. With me on my knees, I was able to enjoy all four guys at the same time, although I began to wonder if three wasn’t the optimum number. I only had two boobs, one mouth and one pussy. There were too many hands and mouths on my body, not to mention Adam’s cock inside me. Still, it meant someone could have a rest once the real action began… which it had.
I cried out round David’s cock as Adam fucked me. His big hands gripped my waist, holding my body exactly where he needed me. A second orgasm squeezed me and I cried out, squealing and gasping until I had no breath left. As I fought to steady my breathing, David pulled back unexpectedly and I wondered how close he was to his climax. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d come in my mouth, but perhaps he wanted to save that for when he was inside me. Ben lay on the bed beneath me, crosswise, so he could suck my nipples. I reached out for his cock, but when Adam shuddered to a halt, groaning and swearing, and pressed himself hard against me, I almost toppled, so I had to retrieve my hand to use as balance.
Carl was next inside me, sliding gently along my wet passage until he was pressed hard against my butt. His thumbs circled my tight little opening as he slid in and out, teasing the sensitive pucker before rubbing across it. I melted, dropping my head and moaning as he sent new and wonderful sensations through my body.
“Oh, fuck, yes…”
“You like?” He pressed a thumb to my ass, pushing gently inside to turn my arms and legs to jelly. I nodded, suddenly unable to speak. My mouth fell open as he slid his thumb inside. He must have used lube or spit, because the entry was silky-smooth.
“Oh, wow…” I managed as his strokes became more eager. His cock felt wonderful inside me, stirring up the beginnings of another orgasm. I gripped the bed covers tightly. Small noises were squeezed from my throat each time he thrust into me, and his thumb intensified everything I was feeling. Every nerve danced with joy. Something firm nudged my mouth, which I opened automatically. A thick cock slid across my tongue and big hands stroked my scalp. In my heightened state, I’d lost track of who was where. Was it Ben? Did it matter? As long as they stayed hard and kept playing, was it important who slipped what into each hole?
Carl came inside me, groaning long and deep The condom prevented the delicious flush of heat his semen would have gifted me, but his cock throbbed and swelled as he came, making me sigh happily. It was only moments before he withdrew and was replaced by someone else. Perfect, I thought. Keep them coming guys, so to speak.
The thrusting was hard and eager, shaking my whole body and filling the room with slapping noises. Even with my mouth full of hard cock, I squealed. Seeing me getting spit roasted must have turned my fellatio buddy on hugely. He didn’t last long. Come jetted against my cheek and splattered my tongue, warm and slightly bitter. I swallowed as quickly as I could, trying to keep up with the flood of sticky fluid.
“Holy, fuck!” someone cried behind me. The fucking slowed to a few languid strokes, then stopped completely. I groaned at the sudden cessation. More, I thought. I needed more. The bed rocked as large male bodies changed places. Fingers explored my swollen lips and then, to my delight, a finger slipped into my tight asshole. I shuddered with delight as it went deep this time.
“You like?” a husky voice asked. I nodded.
“Uh-huh…”
“You’d like maybe more in there?”
I thought about it. “More fingers?”
“We could try that.”
“Oh my God!” A second finger stretched me wide. I dropped my head onto my forearms, wailing. Masculine voices discussed my reaction.
“I think she likes it, man.”
“I think she does.”
“I think she might want something bigger than a finger in there.”
“Let me roll one on, and we’ll find out. Pass me more lube.” Cool liquid crept across my hot, stretched skin, heightening the thrill I was feeling. It was incredible. Why had I never tried this before? The fingers withdrew. The bed rocked. Hands persuaded my leg up off the bed and someone slithered into place beneath me. I didn’t open my eyes to look, content to be posed like a sex toy. A hard cock slipped between my lips, brushing my swollen clit as it sought entry. A moment later, it was sliding into my wet passage. I sank down onto it as my pussy’s need was fulfilled once again.
“Oh, fuck…” I groaned. Soft kisses peppered my neck. I turned my head, found a stubbled male face and locked my mouth onto his. We kissed hungrily as he thrust slowly upward into me. Firm fingers slipped between my cheeks, then slipped easily into my other hole. My head snapped up and I cried out as I was invaded twice over. The fingers were a mere precursor, I discovered. Moments later, the heat and firmness of a cock took their place. I shed real tears of joy as inch by throbbing inch, my rear passage was filled by hard male flesh.
“Easy, eeeasy…” I muttered as he became over-eager to push deep. The invader withdrew a little, then pressed back in, repeating the gentle action until his loins were against my skin.
I had never, ever felt anything like it. I couldn’t have stretched any further. I could never have accepted another inch of cock. Except for the one pressing against my mouth. My lips resisted it for a long moment. Hadn’t I endured enough?
I got my answer when the guys began to stroke in and out of me. I became a crying, wailing, boneless mess. Alien sounds were forced from my throat as two hard shafts, with no thought of co-ordination, slid in and out of my most sensitive passages. When I opened my mouth to cry out, the third cock filled my mouth, effectively silencing me.
Never, never, never before… I thought. I’d heard about double penetration, but never once had I imagined subjecting myself to the indignity of being fucked by two guys at the same time. And yet, here I was, pleasuring not two, but three men. And somewhere nearby, a fourth guy awaited his turn.
My ears were filled with a roaring sound as my pulse thumped in my head. Heavy breathing surrounded me. Time ceased to have any meaning as I was bounced around, my nerves on overdrive. My throat grew dry from crying out and I begged for water. It was cool and very welcome and I turned my head away when I’d sipped my fill.
And still the guys continued to fill my body. If they swapped around, I had no memory of it. The rest of the night was a constant blur of intense pleasure, something which would make me smile for decades as I recalled this perfect, perfect farewell blow-out.
When I woke in the early hours, I was already aching abominably. My thighs hurt, my nipples were raw, and my face burned from stubble rash. My pussy, however, ached with the deep satisfaction of having been thoroughly spoilt. The sensations from my back passage were similar, but subtly different. I writhed on the bed, relishing the slippery wetness of lubrication, both natural and bottled. Something caught my eye and I lifted my arm to gaze at the dark blurs on my skin. When I blinked my vision clear, I realized the guys had left me a message, written in black ball point pen. I must have been completely out of it, not to have felt them writing on my arm.
The first line read: ‘Thank you, sweetheart. Adam. X.’ I smiled and tilted my arm to read the next message.
‘You were amazing. Carl. xXx.’ Ben told me I was the best ever and David’s was the nicest of all.
‘There will never be a more glorious farewell.’ He’d added a little heart. I grinned and stretched like a cat. Wow. What an amazing, perfect, incredible night.
I was loathe to lose any part of the guy’s scent or their messages from my skin, but right then, I really, really needed a shower.