Free On A Short Leash by Lindsay Ross

it just a co-incidence that three men with enormous pricks had got together or was there some explanation? They were so well hung they were almost freaks of nature. Andy’s cock now looked tiny by comparison when she had thought his was about average in length and girth. But if Andy was, say, six inches, another four inches would represent a huge extension.
    ‘What about you, Chrissie?’ Roy enquired. ‘You don’t have to be modest with us.’
    ‘She’s worried about catching the sun,’ explained Andy. ‘We don’t have any sun cream.’
    ‘I’ve got some in the boat,’ said Roy. ‘I’ll fetch it.’
    When Roy came back with the sun block, Andy suggested he rub it on Chrissie himself. The look he gave her left no doubt in Chrissie’s mind that she was expected to comply.
    She remained on her tummy while Roy lifted the towels. The other men stood over her watching as Roy poured cream into his palms and knelt in the sand beside her, beginning with her shoulders. When he leaned over, she felt the tip of his cock brush across her thigh.
    Chrissie felt him rub her back and then his hands dropped to massage her bottom.
    ‘Juicy fat arse,’ he said as though it was a compliment.
    There were murmurs of agreement from the others.
    She knew they would be looking at her stripes and drawing their own conclusions but they didn’t comment.
    ‘Okay, Chrissie,’ Roy said. ‘Flip over for me.’
    So she had no choice but to let them see everything. No choice but to let Roy caress her breasts. No chance to protest when his hands touched her pubic hair.
    A slight smile played on Andy’s lips.
    Part of her was enjoying being the centre of interest. Their eyes crawled over her body covering every inch including the parts Roy’s wandering hands didn’t cover. Their lust for her was palpable and their enormous erections seemed to bend towards her in homage. She had never been admired by a group of men before; it was exciting but made her feel very vulnerable. Four men with erect cocks knelt round her…four men with pricks like poles wanting her.
    Chrissie looked at Andy again and he nodded towards Roy, nothing more than the slightest indication.
    She cupped her hands round his balls and held them firmly as she took the head of his prick in her mouth knowing it was likely she’s have to suck all of them in turn.
    She had never seen one like it. The blue veins down the rigid shaft were very prominent and the helmet was red and bulbous, swollen and angry looking. She could only take about half the length into her mouth before gagging and she felt inadequate.
    ‘More, baby,’ Roy demanded and she saw Andy’s expression willing the same. Chrissie managed another half inch but physically no more was possible.
    She sucked hard to try to make it up to him and ran her fingernails down the part of his shaft which was still exposed.
    When he came she tried her best to swallow most of his gushing semen but some escaped and ran down her chin and neck. He reached out and gripped her by her hair so that she stayed in position and waited till his shuddering and juddering had subsided.
    They lay her on her back on one of the towels. Piers knelt astride her head and lowered his cock into her sticky mouth where some of Roy’s come still oozed from the corners. He thrust downwards to fuck her mouth and this time she choked and sputtered. At the same moment she felt one of them open up her legs and slide four fingers into her slippery quim.
    She recovered from her coughing and took Pier’s member in her mouth again, gathering as much spit as possible to bathe the head and shaft. She could feel his tip ram past her uvula and tonsils and threaten to fill her throat. He stopped thrusting and put all his effort into pushing and penetrating further up as if a machine was cutting a new coal face. She tried desperately to relax but the gagging reflex was trying to resist again. She was hurting yet she knew her juices were flowing over the hand of