Spread Wide For Daddies(5)🫦💦💦

Chapter 20

Jenner’s POV

Collin’s hand stayed tangled in my hair while I kept sucking him, slow and deep, tasting the precum that kept beading at the tip. His breathing had gone ragged. The battle inside him was visible in every tight line of his body. Finally he pulled me off his cock by the hair, hauled me to my feet, and spun me around so my back hit his chest.

He bent me over the kitchen island, kicked my feet apart, and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my soaked slit. For a moment he only teased, sliding through the mess the others had left, coating himself. Then he pushed in with careful control, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.

The stretch was different from the others. Heavier. More personal. He held still inside me, both hands braced on the counter on either side of my body, forehead pressed to the back of my shoulder.

“Jenner…”

I pushed back against him. “It’s fine, there’s no need to treat me like a delicate little girl, pound me hard.”

Something in him broke. His hips snapped forward so violently the island groaned. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in to the hilt in one vicious stroke that forced a cry from my throat. He did it again. And again. Each withdrawal was slow, deliberate, letting me feel every ridge and vein drag along my walls, then he punched back in deep enough that I saw stars.

“This is what you wanted?” he snarled against my ear. “Your stepfather’s cock wrecking the cunt his friends already filled?”

“Yes. Harder.”

He gave it to me. One hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. He started moving in tight circles while buried deep, grinding the head against the front wall of my cunt until my legs shook. Then he pulled out slowly again, leaving me empty and clenching, only to drive forward in one brutal motion that bottomed out and stayed there while he circled once more.

“Ah….ah….I’m sorry Daddy.”

The combination destroyed me. Slow drag, sudden deep slam, grinding circles that rubbed every sensitive place at once. My clit throbbed untouched. Wet sounds filled the kitchen, louder and filthier with every thrust. He kept the pattern, out slow, in hard, circle deep, until the pressure built past the point of control.

“I can feel you getting tighter,” he growled. “You’re going to make a mess all over your stepfather’s cock, aren’t you?”

The orgasm hit like a wave breaking. My cunt clamped down and I squirted hard, clear fluid spraying around his shaft and onto the cabinets below. Collin cursed and fucked me through it, still using that same devastating rhythm, dragging the climax out until my knees nearly gave.

He did not stop. He kept pounding, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing, my squirting mess making everything slicker. Victor, Marcus and Hale had stayed in the room the entire time. I felt their eyes. When Collin finally slowed I looked over my shoulder and saw all three of them stroking hard cocks again.

Collin noticed too. Instead of telling them to leave he pulled out of me, spun me around, and lifted me onto the island so I sat facing them. His cock stood shiny and rigid between us.

“You wanted all of us,” he said, voice dark. “Then you get all of us.”

Victor moved first. He stepped between my thighs and pushed into my cunt while Collin fed his slick cock back into my mouth. Marcus climbed onto the island behind me, slicked his cock with the mess running out of me, and pressed against my tight rear hole. I moaned around Collin’s shaft as Marcus worked himself inside, the double stretch forcing me open in ways I had only imagined. Hale waited only long enough for Marcus to bottom out before he climbed up and offered his cock to my free hand.

I was filled completely. Victor thrusting steady and deep in my cunt. Marcus moving in shorter, sharper strokes in my ass. Collin using my throat with slow, controlling rolls of his hips. Hale’s cock sliding through my fist. Every hole claimed. Every man taking what he wanted.

They found a rhythm that left no part of me empty for more than a second. When Victor pulled back Marcus pushed deeper. When Collin withdrew from my throat Hale took the chance to push between my lips instead. Hands were everywhere. Pinching nipples, rubbing my clit, spreading me wider. The dirty talk overlapped, low and constant.

“Look at Collin’s girl taking four cocks.”

“Ass is gripping me so fucking hard.”

“Throat is perfect for this.”

“Make her swallow another load.”

I came again with all of them inside me, body arching hard enough that Marcus had to grip my hips to stay buried. The clenching pulled Victor over the edge. He slammed deep and flooded my cunt with thick pulses. The second he pulled out Hale took his place, sliding into the fresh cum and starting a harder at an almost angry pace.

Marcus lasted only a little longer in my ass. He buried himself to the root and emptied everything he had with a broken groan. Hot sperm leaked out around his cock when he withdrew. Collin pulled free of my mouth, moved behind me, and pushed into the loose, messy hole Marcus had just finished using. The new angle made me cry out. He fucked my ass with the same devastating pattern as before, slow withdrawal, sudden deep thrust, grinding circles that forced broken sounds from my throat.

Victor recovered enough to feed his softening cock back between my lips so I could clean him. Hale kept railing my cunt with short, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce. Marcus stroked himself back to full hardness and painted my breasts with a second load, thick ropes landing across my nipples and collarbones.

Collin was the last to finish. He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles while he continued that brutal rhythm in my ass. The dual sensation shoved me into one final, shattering climax. My entire body arched off the island, every muscle locking, a long broken moan tearing out of me as I came harder than I ever had. The clenching dragged Collin with me. He drove as deep as he could and flooded my ass, pulse after heavy pulse, until he had nothing left.

For a long moment the only sound was labored breathing. I lay sprawled across the island, body marked and filled and leaking from every hole, the four of them standing over me with spent cocks and dark, satisfied eyes.

Collin brushed damp hair from my face with surprising gentleness. His voice was rough when he finally spoke.

“This does not leave this house.”

I smiled up at him, tasting all of them on my tongue, feeling their combined mess still seeping out of me.

“It does not have to. As long as you keep giving me this.”

No one argued. The line that had separated us for years was gone for good, and it was replaced by something far filthier and far more permanent.