Chapter 3: Rosebud Training & First Anal

Strong arms scooped Emma up before she could catch her breath from the second round on the rug. Jamal and Tyrone lifted her dripping body like she weighed nothing, her skin still gleaming with the smeared remnants of her earlier release. The living room spun for a moment as they carried her the few steps to the massive oak coffee table positioned right in front of the stone fireplace. The heavy wooden surface already bore slick patches of the warm mess that had spilled from her earlier—sticky trails of mixed fluids catching the fire’s orange glow.

They laid her on her back, the polished oak cool and slippery beneath her shoulders. Two powerful Black hands—Jamal’s on one side, Tyrone’s on the other—gripped her knees and spread her legs wide open, ankles hooked over the table edges. Her marked chest rose and fell rapidly, the Sharpie words across her breasts and belly stark under the flickering light. The remaining men circled closer, cocks still rigid and glistening from her mouth.

The first six stepped forward without a word. Simple missionary at the start. Kendrick eased between her thighs first, his long smooth shaft pressing against her entrance. The stretch came immediate and deep—far more than anything she had felt before. Each slow thrust dragged against every sensitive ridge inside her, filling her completely. Her walls clenched around him involuntarily, the size contrast making her gasp. He built a steady rhythm, hips slapping softly against her, until her first orgasm of the night crashed through her in rolling waves. She arched, a low cry escaping as her body fluttered and tightened.

Marcus took over next, thicker at the base, forcing her open wider. Legs-over-shoulders followed for the next rotations. Andre folded her legs back, driving downward in powerful strokes that hit new angles, his ridged head grinding against that hidden spot until another climax tore free. Xavier, Malik, and Leon rotated in turn, each one different—deeper, faster, slower and grinding—pumping load after load deep into her. Warmth flooded her core with every release, the overflow already leaking onto the oak surface in creamy rivulets. Her mind reeled at how full she felt, how every thrust stretched her in ways Mark’s quick, shallow movements never had.