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Honestly, at this point, you’d take any excuse to sit between the three of them. Band practice? Sure! Game night? Absolutely! Some pool and beer at the saloon? Yoba, was that even a question ?! You didn’t even catch yourself thinking before responding, always so enthusiastic and ready to have a good time with your new friends.
You were really glad for it, too; it’s always nerve-wracking to settle down somewhere new. Most everybody in town was really kind, though, welcoming you with open arms and wide smiles. It took awhile to get the farm off the ground and back into a functioning state, but now it seemed to feel like you had all the time in the world.
Sure, some farm chores and miscellaneous tasks had gone a little… neglected since the first set of beers the four of you shared, but you didn’t mind. It was almost like, somehow, things seemed to take care of themselves whenever you got all caught up like this.
It was getting late. You laid with your back on Sebastian’s bed, legs up against the wall as you stared at the ceiling, thinking of all the chores you’d have to try to squeeze in tomorrow morning before heading to the mines, then stopping by Clint’s and then–
Abigail plopped herself down on the bed next to you, letting out a dramatic sigh as she laid her head on your waist, joining you in staring at the ceiling. The gentle haze of smoke lingered in the air, painting pretty pictures as it wafted around.
“You know,” she said, twirling a bit of her hair between her polished nails, “I’ve been… thinking,” she turned her head to the side to get a better look at you as you looked down to meet her gaze, a deep flush painting her cheeks.
Sam seemed to choke a bit on his drink from where he sat at Sebastian’s desk, coughing as he turned away to stifle himself in his sleeve. He made eye contact with Seb, who sat lounging in a beanbag on the floor nearby, his eyes wide open and suddenly seeming very awake.
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It was like a dream. An extremely intense, sort of violent, slightly painful, heavenly cross-faded dream.
Abby was hot beneath you, her hips bucking with a fervor and excitement you didn’t know she had, let alone about you. The wide-eyed smirk that was plastered to her face when she showed you what else she brought in her backpack was vivid in your mind as she relentlessly thrusted up into you. Each little moan she pulled from your lips made her giggle, encouraging her.
Sam all but fell over himself stripping, barely giving you any time to adjust to the massive strap practically hitting your cervix before plunging a few fingers into your ass, trying and failing to loosen you up enough to take him with at least some ease.
He sighed, groaning as he pushed his tip just barely inside before you tensed and yelped with the pain that came with it. For a moment, everyone stopped moving, even Sebastian as he was halfway through unzipping his jeans. You wanted to hide your face in something as you felt all three sets of eyes snap onto your half-naked body, all three of them dripping with concern.
You tried your hardest not to shift yourself as you took a deep breath. “I… you…” you breathed out, “I didn’t say stop.”
A new sort of hunger flashed in Abigail’s eyes as she thrusted up into you with more purpose, letting out a sly laugh as she deliberately reached up to your chest, fondling you and pinching your nipples as she bit her smiling lips. She giggled in response to your gentle yelps, cooing soft teases as you took the strap all the way to its ring.
“Sooo soft,” she hummed, giving your tit another squeeze.
You shut your eyes tight and let out a soft groan as Sam chuckled to himself, thrusting every so gently as he let his tip get swallowed by your hole, letting his head fall back as he smiled. “Oh, our lovely farmer likes it rough?” He laughs between a tight hiss and a deep groan of his own, pushing himself every so slowly just a little bit deeper inside.
Abigail let your nipple roll through her fingertips, smiling wide as she worked her hips up against yours over and over again. “If she likes it rough,” she panted, letting her tongue flick across your supple skin, “then we can give it to her rough, right boys?”
Sam twitched as he finally bottomed out, your tight hole clenching tight around him as you whimpered. “ Fuck … so tight I didn’t even think I’d get it all in…” he mumbled to himself. “Rough,” he laughed, giving your ass a swift smack as he slowly pulled his shaft out, shuddering as the feel of you practically pulled him back in. “We can do rough.” He looked briefly at his friend, standing just a ways off. Sebastian’s cock was gripped tightly in his hand as he fapped with a mad man’s vigor (LMAO THAT’S SO FUNNY TO ME). He was slack-jawed, wide-eyed, staring at the scene unfolding before him. He was all but shaking as a small piece of his hair fell before his face.
Sam laughed a bit to himself again, losing his breath a bit as he got lost in your ass, giving way to ever so gentle thrusting. Your whines became soft groans became pleading moans as he found a rhythm that matched Abigail’s.
She lapped at your nipples beneath you, leaving generous love bites and hickeys all over your chest and neck as you lost yourself atop her. “Quit your staring, voyeur,” she laughed between soft soft bites, “she’s got a third hole you could be filling.”
He all but fell over himself as he stumbled towards the three of you, his breath hitching in his chest as he stood straddling Abby, his red and aching cocking bobbing in front of your face. Abigail laughed, peppering a few more kisses on your skin as she took hold of your chin, lifting your face to look at Sebastian head-on.
“Aww,” she said, letting out a little tut, “open your mouth now, honey.” Her voice was like a thick blanket as it enveloped your skin, your eyes fluttering shut as your mouth fell open, your tongue lolling out over your chin as you leaned towards Sebastian.
His hand gingerly met the back of your head, guiding you ever so slowly to the tip of him before pushing you deeper. He seemed to shake with anticipation as he let out his first long and guttural moan. “ Yoba, ” he groaned, letting his gaze linger on the way your cheeks filled as he pushed himself further into you. For a moment, his gaze lifted to meet Sam’s.
He’d taken your virgin ass and stretched it perfectly to fit himself inside, the pain of it becoming a steady swell of heat as his cocked rubbed against your walls, Abby’s quickening pace providing just the right pressure inside as he pushed steadily against it.
You gagged against Seb’s hard length, feeling Sam’s tib throb deep in your ass as Abigail giggled with your tit in her mouth. You were lost in it all; lost in them. Who ever would have thought that your most depraved fantasies could have ever been a reality? Well, you couldn’t even imagine it now, considering just how full your head was with all the pleasure they were giving you.
It was a sudden coil that all but seemed ready to burst as you let yourself get lost in it all completely, nodding along as Sebastian bobbed your head up and down his length, the other two building that heat inside your core.
Sam’s breathing became sporadic as he gripped tight onto your hips, pulling you further and further onto his length as he gasped and groaned, chuckling between each huff as he looked towards Sebastian.
“ Fuck, bro,” he laughed, his head twitching as he approached his peak, He lifted a strained arm over your back, a smirk on his sweat-ridden face.
Sebastian pulled your head all the way down his shaft, shuddering as you gasped when his tip hit the back of your throat. He was close, too; you could feel it.
He blushed deeply, lifting his own toned arm and meeting Sam’s outstretched hand with his own, giving him a crisp fiver as they both blew their loads.
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You were a sweaty, cum-filled mess, all splayed out between the three of them. Your breathing had finally leveled, your eyes feeling a bit heavy as your head laid on Sebastian’s chest, one of his hands lazily playing with your hair.
“Abbs, take the damn thing off,” Sam said, looking around the cluttered room to find his missing boxers.
“You can’t make me,” she teased, strutting around the room, the giant strap bobbing up and down with each step she took across the room.
You sighed, giggling gently to yourself as Sebastian rolled his eyes. “We should do this again sometime,” he muttered, smiling.