Spitroasted and Thoroughly Fucked [FMM]

A couple years after I got out of college, an old FWB got in touch with me to tell me that he was coming to town to visit an old friend, but he had a full night free. Having many fond memories of him, I readily agreed, and we set up a time for him to meet me at my home.

Kyle showed up, just as stunning as I remembered him, but a bit less alone than I had hoped. After his friend asked to use the restroom, Kyle explained that he had tried to get away from his friend, but plans had fallen through and he hadn’t taken the hint that we had plans that didn’t really include a third person. Kyle promised, though, that his friend, Ben, was a super lightweight, if we just gave him a strong drink and watched a movie or something, he would be out in no time. So we settled in, drinks all around, chatted for a bit and then put a movie on. As promised, Ben was asleep within fifteen minutes. We gave him another ten minutes to make sure that he was really out, during which Kyle let his hands wander a bit, something that I didn’t object to in the slightest.

When I was satisfied that Ben was thoroughly asleep, I couldn’t get Kyle’s cock out fast enough. To this day, his is one of my favorites, with a brilliantly swollen head, nice thick shaft and bulging veins. I used to say, and still maintain, that every inch was an adventure. I gave it a quick lick, from balls to tip, spit on the head, and inhaled the entire thing, loving the musty flavor of it. I’ve always enjoyed sucking cock, and I’d trained my skills on his more than a few times. It was oddly nostalgic as my lips gilded over every bump and ridge that I knew so well, tickling every spot that I remembered, getting the predicted reactions every time. We’d both grown a lot since college, but some things never change.

I don’t know when Ben woke up, exactly. Looking back, I’m not convinced that he was ever asleep. It might have all been an elaborate scheme. At some point, though, I felt a hand on my hip that couldn’t have possibly been Kyle’s. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but its intent was obvious. It started moving in slow circles, causing the hem of my skirt to inch up each time. I allowed Kyle to pop out of my mouth and looked back. Ben was hypnotized by my pale skin as every new inch was revealed. He already had his very impressive cock out and was slowly stroking it with his right hand while his left kept up its slow pace. Maybe I should have cared. Maybe some guy that I didn’t know stroking himself to me giving his friend a blowjob on my couch without my permission should have pissed me off. However, the idea of Kyle’s dick, an idea that had been with me all week, had put me into overdrive. Sure, I didn’t know this guy, sure he hadn’t asked permission, but in my sex-soaked brain, if Kyle’s dick was incredible, Kyle’s dick plus Ben’s dick would be even better. I rolled over onto my stomach, having previously been on my side, and put my ass in the air, finding myself in doggy position, and hiked my skirt up, revealing my soaking wet bare pussy for Ben’s full attention. He seemed a bit hesitant, like he was embarrassed that he had been caught peeking, so I wiggled my ass at him and told him to help himself as I stroked Kyle.

Ben started off cautiously, just running his fingers over my slit, but it didn’t take long for my moans to give him some confidence. He maneuvered himself so he was laying on his back with his head between my legs and his legs hanging over the arm of the couch and dug in with expert technique. The incredible waves of pleasure that he was inflicting on me were so intense that I almost forgot about sucking Kyle’s dick. Almost. I was able to channel the pleasure into renewed energy, attacking Kyle with so much eagerness that I was able to slide his head down my throat without a second of hesitation or a hint of gag reflex. Finally, I’d had enough though. I lifted my head all the way off of Kyle’s cock and informed the two friends that one of them was going to have to fuck me. Kyle, ever the opportunist, encouraged me to show Ben what my mouth could do, so I told him to sit up and turned myself around, presenting myself to Kyle. Ben positioned himself on my knees and I took his cock with ease, humming with happiness as the sweet taste of his precum hit my tongue. Behind me, Kyle told me how much he’d missed his view as he lined himself up and pushed forward, taking a couple strokes to get all the way into my soaking wet, but still tight pussy. When I finally felt his pelvis press against me, I let Ben fall free, letting out a stream of consciousness words letting Kyle know how much I appreciated him. Ben grunted in frustration, so I went back to deepthroating him, his balls smacking against my chin every time Kyle pushed forward. Kyle’s hand cracked off my ass as he sped up, setting such a furious pace that I had to wrap my arms around Ben’s hips just to hold on for dear life.

Finally, I noticed all the telltale signs that I’d learned from Kyle that he was getting to the end. His breathing got ragged, his pace slowed, favoring long, deliberate strokes over the vicious pace he’d been setting. Finally, he pushed in as hard and deep as he could and groaned out as he came. I twisted myself around and looked back at his beet red face, flexing my muscles to squeeze out every last drop that I could. As he finally ran dry, he pulled out, rapidly deflating. He mumbled that he needed to clean up and staggered off toward the bathroom. I returned my attention to Ben, who I’d been weakly jerking off while focusing on finishing Kyle. I coyly remarked that it was just the two of us left, and he got a devilish look in his eye, gently pushing me backward, falling onto my back, my head against the far arm of the couch. I was vaguely aware of the damp spot that Kyle’s sweat had left on the couch. Ben’s hands immediately went for my tits, and I made short work of my blouse, only taking the time to unbutton and open it. He roughly grabbed my bra and pulled it up over my bare tits, tweaking my sensitive nipples with one hand as he pumped his rigid cock with the other. After a couple strokes, he roughly crammed his dick into my pussy. Everything about his style indicated that it had been a while since he’d gotten any, but I was happy to break his drought. He was hard and frantic and relentless, going as hard and fast as he could. I encouraged him to fuck me hard, cooed out encouragements, told him how good he felt (and he really, truly did). Finally his sweat covered head rolled forward and he shuddered as he emptied himself into me, which took far longer than I had expected.

When he finally pulled out, he fell back on his haunches. I thought he was going to pass out, but he managed to hold it together long enough to get into a sitting position before he let his head roll back and started snoring. I laid there, basking in the afterglow of getting spitroasted, then roughly fucked, slightly amused by the fact that the movie we’d put on to get Ben to crash still wasn’t even halfway done.

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