When she returned with their wine glasses freshly refilled, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Peter had scooted closer to her original position on the couch. She set the glasses on the table and then herself only inches away from her thighs touching his. The idle chat was agreeable, but the night’s tacit intentions kept her distracted. As he spoke, her eyes meandered across his masculine features: a strong dark brow, deep set eyes blooming with smile lines at the corners; it was clear why Mike was hesitant to invite him over. She tried to restrict her lingering gaze to his full chattering lips, but such attempts must have failed as she noticed the room was silent and he was watching her watch him. A little embarrassed, she smiled and turned her face down, breaking eye contact. While he continued watching her intently, she placed a hand on his inner thigh, tracing her fingers along his skin, teasing at the hem of his shorts.
She lifted her head to give him a playful glance, but before her smirk could form, his eyes locked on hers. He bore into her with impatient desire. His hand reached behind her head, pulling her lips to his. Quickly their tongues discovered a rhythm in each other and their breathing became heavy. She felt his hands slip under her skirt, as he palmed her ass cheeks and lifted her onto his lap. Her hips eagerly rocked back and forth, intent on producing the greatest friction possible between her lips and the growing bulge under his shorts. For a while they remained locked in each other’s embrace, swaying along, nurturing the tension they had been building all night.
A hand came down on her shoulder and traced its way down her back. A small gasp escaped her mouth as Mike’s lips gently kissed the back of her neck. He always started softly; sometimes frustratingly slow and irritatingly tender, but this was his game: his pace would never increase until her body genuinely begged for him. His lips traversed along her shoulder blades and drifted down her spine, sucking along sweet patterns and compelling every hair on her body to stand on end. When he finally did escalate speed and fervor, his hand slid under her shirt to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. He felt her body shake slightly in response, so this justified lifting her top off entirely, breaking the hold Peter had over her mouth. She turned to Mike with a coy smile and kissed him deeply, his tongue flickered into her mouth flirtatiously, and his hands were grasping the back of her hips, pushing her pussy back into a steady pace along Peter’s swelling cock. She remained tilted backward, lips locked with Mike. Peter took this opportunity to explore her now bare chest. His hands cupped and pulled, fingers pinch as he brought his mouth down to suck on her nipple, tongue rolling around, gently increasing haste until he was nibbling her flesh. Her body jolted with approval as he switched to the other, cycling back and forth, while his hands rubbed her skin and grinded her body up and down on his lap.
Mike and Peter had been friends since childhood, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise how in sync their motions were, but she found herself unable to comprehend the smooth way her body was being handled. She could barely keep up. Every time Peter hungrily bit into her skin, a jagged moan would escape her and pull her away from Mike’s lips. Her eyes fluttered open, exposing her to the cocky smile on his face. His joy was unquestionable; to watch her be overwhelmed with pleasure while two men ravaged her was tantalizing. As he regarded her writhing and moaning on his best friend’s lap, he could see the stimulation was nearly too much for her. He pressed his body to her back and moved his hands inward on her thighs, parting them further as his nails scraped into her soft skin, moving ever closer to the warm puddle leaking from inside her. Peter shifted a bit underneath her, which pushed her back into Mike; she could feel her cheeks spread apart as he pressed firmly into her ass through her skirt. Now she oscillated between two men with solid erections, one massaging her pussy, the other pushing on her asshole. Mike’s hands pinched and pulled at her thighs the whole way up toward her wet lips. Here he remained slipping his fingers down her puffy creases, playing with his speed and pressure in relation to the heaving of her chest. At her left ear, she could feel his lips. His warm breath sent shivers throughout her body.
In a deep voice, he praised her, “Mmm, no panties? What a good girl you are. You must be very excited for the long night ahead of you. Are you excited, my dear?” She opened her mouth to respond, but suddenly Peter’s finger slid deep into her, knocking the breath from her; Mike remained holding her legs open and teasing his thumb around her clitoris.
“I can’t hear you, baby girl. I asked if you’re excited,” spoke Mike’s lips against her ear.
“Yes,” the end of the word became a loud moan as Peter increased gusto. His eyes watched her with amusement.
“Yes? Yes.. what?” asked Mike with a tone of impatience as his thumb hammered at her clit.
“Ohh, yes, sir. I’m very excited, sir,” She could hear the guys laughing to each other as they watched her struggling to sit up straight under their control. They were playing around with her now. Peter continued watching her with a penetrating gaze as his finger swirled in and out of her. Mike lips revolved around her ear, his tongue grazing her skin lightly as he sucked at her lobe and along the rim. Hearing him breathing so close to her was always arresting. Meanwhile, his hands were busy below. Thumb relentlessly rubbing away, his index finger was edging its way into her pussy. She thought it was an odd sensation to have two separate men’s hands inside of her. She felt thoroughly filled and quickly approaching the brink of what she could handle. A quivering was emerging throughout her legs.
“Beg me for it. Plead to me. Tell me what you want from us,” Mike’s words fluttered through her hazy thoughts.
“Please. Give it to me. I want to cum. Please. Please, sir. I want it, sir,” Her voice caught a bit and some of the words came out as screams.
“Oh, good girl. You’re close now?” “Yes, sir. So close.” she nodded. “And you want to cum now?”
“Oh, god, yes.. sir.”
“I suppose we’d better stop then,” He looked at Peter, who nodded in agreement.
“No, please don’t stop. Please. Please, sir.”
Suddenly the pumping to her pussy ceased and the fingers came out. She was frustrated and ready to say anything to be filled again. Mike spread her legs wide on top of Peter and with a firm flat hand, he spanked her pulsating pussy. Once, then another immediately followed, and a third after a brief pause for suspense. She fell over onto her side, rolling around on the couch in fury. Tears were forming from the total frustration and lack of control.
This new position left her ass open for eager hands to grab at. Her skirt was flipped up, and the boys started to get rough with her. She could sense their patience fading as she lay on her stomach, taking an onslaught of greedy hands rubbing at her skin and cupping her pussy just to wipe her juices down her legs as hands slipped in and out between her thighs. Suddenly a palm landed on her right ass cheek. There was a profound resounding echoing in her ears and an anguished moan followed. She felt the sting being rubbed in by its inflictor. The boys took turns punishing her ass; they saw it as a game, and thoroughly enjoyed the mystery of her never knowing how hard the next would land or where.
By the time they were both satisfied that she had suffered enough and that her ass was sufficiently raw, she had to brush away a couple of tears, her pussy was flooded, and she honestly wasn’t sure if she could stand right away.
She could feel their eyes watching her as she lay on the couch, half naked, beaten, and bruising, yet eager for more. Mike met eyes with her. Under his lustful stare, she could feel his adoration for her radiating. He bent down to kiss her lips gently before he reached around and lifted her into his arms. Careful to avoid the bright welts forming on her cheeks, his palms gripped her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck so he could carry her to the bedroom. Another soft kiss and he lay her down on her back before slipping off her skirt and leaving her body bare, exposed and alone on the bed.
There she lay heavy with anticipation for whatever they were planning in the next room. Their whispers carried as simple noises with no distinguishable meaning to her.
Peter came in next, smiling at the sight before him. Merely a few hours before he was a complete stranger, now his hands reached under her biceps and dragged her to the edge of the mattress where he let her head to dangle off. From her upside down view, Peter removed his clothes quickly, leaving his cock to swing just before her lips. He was a large man and quite proportional with a distinct curve upward. Even in the low light, she could already glimpse a droplet protruding from his broad head; her mouth started to water at the sight, but he remained standing in front of her, examining her body from head to toe. As her impatience grew, temptation overcame her. She arched her back upward and flattened her tongue against the tip of his cock, licking with devotion. Her lips encircled his head, sucking him deeper into her mouth as her tongue continued to steadily swirl about. Only seconds passed before he regained his dominance, slamming her back to the bed and applying one hard smack to her face.
“You do not control this,” was all that he said as he stroked himself from base to tip.
“Yes, sir,” she replied defeated.
He took a few moments to reposition her before placing his cock to her lips, rubbing this way and that until he was ready to enter. Timidly she took him in her mouth, maintaining constant eye contact, following his every cue. Gradually his head made its way down her throat; this is where they stayed pumping away for some time. Her body jolted with shock as she felt the tips of Mike’s fingers press into her thighs. His lips followed, kissing and sucking on her skin as he made his way upward to her pussy. Already a noticeable puddle spilled from her and soaked the sheets. His thumb steadily rubbed at her clit, preparing her for more.
She felt herself getting sloppy with distraction, gagging on Peter’s cock. He seemed to enjoy the strained look she gave him as her eyes started to water from the pressure in her throat and the pleasure of Mike’s lips on her pussy. He sucked at her folds, using the flat of his tongue to take deep long strokes all around her cunt, lapping up her juices as quickly as they came out. She wanted to grab him by the back of his head and face fuck him until her hips gave out. But Peter wasn’t going to let her go anytime soon. If his cock hadn’t been jammed down her throat, someone probably would have called the cops due to noise violations.
She felt a finger slip in and out of her. Mike saw that her eyes were beginning to roll back and her legs started shaking. With a cruel snicker, he decided it was time to move on. Slowly he glided his tongue from the clit toward her pussy, back up again, then down again, then upward, all the time edging his way down to her ass. His hands cupped her butt as he lifted her pelvis up for a better angle. On her asshole, the tip of his tongue circle the rim, getting her nice and wet for much bigger things. His pinky finger started to wedge inward as he took a bite out of her sore ass cheek. She squirmed under him, pushing his finger deeper. With a devilish look in his eyes, Peter bent forward to continue where Mike’s mouth had left off.
After much licking and sucking, Mike was three fingers deep in her ass, and her body convulsed with the desire to be filled completely. Peter’s balls were tight, and his cock throbbed in her mouth. He had lowered the pace after a close call almost sent him shooting down her throat. Now there was a rhythmic motion between all three of them.
Mike gave Peter the look. It was time to reposition.
Peter laid on the bed with Mike facing him on his knees-just enough room for her to take a seat in the middle. She took a moment’s pause, evaluating the situation. A nervous smile curled on her lips as her eyes bounced from guy to guy. Mike made a move as if to kiss her, which she met with a light smack to his face. Peter pulled her on top of him and in for a deep one. As their lips locked, she felt Mike gently kissing her back, touching her everywhere on her goosebumped skin he could reach. Peter hoisted her hips up and back down, slowly entering her until she could take no more. She bent over and they rocked back and forth while Mike pushed his way in from behind. Even with Peter’s hand to her mouth, her moans could not be suppressed.
When one went in the other went out and someone’s fingers had made their way to rubbing her pussy. She couldn’t take it any longer.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed as the first orgasm rushed through her body, but the boys did not stop there. Unrelentingly they pounded her, again and again. Her body quivered, over and over again.
Until finally she felt Mike’s body convulsing behind her. He slipped out and she could feel the cum rushing out of her asshole, all over her ass cheeks and toward her pussy where Peter couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His body buckled under her, releasing his load deep inside her.
There was a long period of stillness and silence. With heavy breath and shaking bodies they lay on the bed together, overwhelmed.
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