Marcus drove into her with slow, deliberate thrusts at first, savoring the way her pussy clenched around his cock like a velvet fist, each withdrawal dragging a wet, obscene sound from their joined bodies. Elena’s legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she urged him deeper, her hips rising to meet every stroke. The rain outside intensified, droplets splattering against the balcony railing in a steady rhythm that matched the wet slap of skin against skin, her breasts bouncing with each powerful snap of his hips. Sweat slicked their torsos, the scent of their arousal thickening the air—musky, primal, laced with the faint trace of her perfume mingling on his neck where she buried her face, moaning his name like a prayer.

He shifted his angle, grinding the base of his cock against her clit with every thrust, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure racing up her spine. Elena’s fingers clawed down his back, leaving faint red trails in their wake, her inner walls fluttering as the coil in her belly wound tighter. Marcus’s breath hitched against her ear, his voice a low growl of encouragement and need, telling her how perfect she felt, how he never wanted to stop claiming her like this. The tenderness in his touch contrasted the raw hunger in his movements—his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, yet his lips pressing soft kisses along her jaw, tasting the salt of her skin.

Her orgasm crashed over her suddenly, a tidal wave that arched her back off the sheets and tore a broken cry from her throat, her pussy pulsing and gushing around him. Marcus followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, his cock throbbing as he spilled hot pulses of cum deep inside her. They clung to each other through the aftershocks, bodies trembling, hearts still racing in unison as the storm outside began to fade.

As their breathing slowed, the door to the room eased open with a soft click, and three of her father's closest friends—men she'd known since childhood, now standing in the threshold with rain-dampened shirts clinging to their broad chests—stepped inside uninvited, their eyes dark with the same primal hunger that still hummed between her and Marcus. Elena's body tensed beneath him, a flush spreading across her breasts as Marcus remained buried inside her, his softening cock twitching at the intrusion, but he didn't pull away; instead, his hand slid possessively over her hip, a silent invitation that made her pulse quicken with a forbidden thrill. One man, the tallest with salt-and-pepper hair, approached first, his fingers brushing her sweat-slicked thigh as he murmured how long he'd imagined this moment, while the others shed their clothes, revealing thick, hardening cocks that twitched in anticipation.

The newcomers joined without hesitation, hands roaming her trembling form—callused palms cupping her full breasts, thumbs circling her sensitive nipples, another mouth claiming her lips in a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of whiskey and rain. Marcus shifted slightly, easing out of her cum-slicked pussy only to watch as one friend took his place, sliding a heavy cock into her still-quivering depths with a groan that vibrated through her core, the stretch burning sweetly as her walls clenched around the new intrusion. She arched into it, legs parting wider, the emotional tangle of shame and ecstasy coiling tighter as Marcus's lips found her ear, whispering encouragement while his fingers tangled in her hair, the four of them moving in a rhythm that blurred the lines between tenderness and raw possession, her moans rising again as fingers and cocks explored every inch of her heated skin.

Outside, the storm's last echoes faded into a gentle drizzle, but inside, the air thickened with the wet sounds of thrusting bodies and shared breaths, Elena's climax building anew under their combined attention, her father's friends claiming her with a devotion that felt both shocking and inevitable.

Elena moaned into the whiskey-tinged kiss as the first of her father's friends— the broad-shouldered one with the salt-and-pepper hair— drove his thick cock deeper into her slick, cum-filled pussy, the stretch making her walls flutter and clench around his girth while his heavy balls slapped against her ass with each steady thrust. Her fingers dug into his rain-damp shoulders, pulling him closer even as shame heated her cheeks, the forbidden thrill of being taken by men she'd once called uncles twisting into raw ecstasy that made her arch her back and spread her thighs wider for him. Marcus stayed at her side, his hand stroking her sweat-damp hair as he murmured how beautiful she looked like this, his softening cock twitching against her hip while another friend leaned in to suckle one of her stiff nipples, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak until sparks shot straight to her core.

The first man groaned and pulled out after several deep strokes, his cock glistening with their mingled fluids as he stepped aside for the next, a younger friend with a leaner build but an impressively long shaft that slid into her with one smooth glide, bottoming out against her cervix and drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. He fucked her with quick, rolling hips that made her breasts jiggle and her juices drip down her thighs, his fingers finding her swollen clit to rub tight circles that pushed her closer to the edge again; she came with a cry muffled against Marcus's mouth, her pussy spasming hard around the invading length until the man cursed and spilled inside her, adding another hot load to the mess already there. The third friend wasted no time taking his turn, flipping her onto her hands and knees so he could grip her hips and pound into her from behind, the angle letting him hit spots that made her vision blur while his callused palm cracked lightly against her ass, the sting blending with the pleasure as her father's remaining friend gripped her hair and fed his cock between her lips, the taste of pre-cum coating her tongue.

Marcus watched with dark, hungry eyes, his renewed erection pressing against her cheek as the men rotated again, each taking their fill in turns that left her trembling and oversensitive, her body accepting every thrust and every whispered praise about how tight and perfect she felt. The air grew hotter with the scent of sex and sweat, her moans vibrating around whichever cock filled her mouth while hands roamed her curves, pinching nipples and spreading her cheeks to watch her pussy swallow them over and over. She lost track of who was inside her as the night stretched on, the storm's drizzle outside a soft counterpoint to the wet sounds of skin meeting skin and the building crescendo of her third climax, the emotional tangle of guilt and surrender only heightening every sensation until she was nothing but heat and need beneath their devoted, relentless attention.

My fathers friends