The two guys, Steve and Mark looked up and saw a woman, nipples poking through her
shirt, smelling of imminent sex. There was no doubt what kind of party she wanted.
“Sure!” “Our room or yours?”
“Your room is so much closer. I don’t know if I can wait.”
Taking her by the hand, the two led her upstairs, into the closer of their two rooms.
As the door closed, Rob came out of his room, raced down stairs and saw that his
girlfriend was gone. Assuming she had wandered off, he left in a panic to look for her
before she did something she regretted. He would later kick himself for not thinking of
the other alternative.
In Mark’s room, Cynthia was wrapped around Steve, devouring his mouth for all she was
worth. Mark had pulled her pants down, letting her deftly step out of them. He began to
caress her legs and ass, drawing moans from her. He could see that her panties were
already soaked, her aroma filling the air. As mark caressed her ass, she thrust herself
against his hands, silently demanding more.
Steve, locked in a passionate open mouth kiss, was reaching under her shirt, fondling
her breasts through the bra she had on. Her moans and cries encouraged him and he
increased the pressure. When she asked “Please, pinch them, I need you to pinch them.” He
thought to himself, “Oh! The girl of my dreams.” He pulled the bra down, exposing her
tits to his hands and grasping her nipples, pinched hard. He thought she was going to
have an orgasm right then and there, the way she reacted.
“Harder, pinch them harder, make them hurt.”
Steve could not believe his luck. A girl wanders in, wants to party with him and his
best bud and she likes exactly what he loves, tit pain. He pinched harder, being rewarded
with cried of pleasure and pain mixed together. He pushed her away enough to pull her
shirt over her head and off, out of the way at last. With her bra, already out of the
way, he bent his head to her breasts and began to nibble on them, biting with enough force
to feel his teeth through them, leaving visible bite marks.
Mark was ecstatic to see her turn her head and ask, “My ass, will you play with my
ass.” The ass man knelt behind her and, pulling her cheeks apart, wet her bung hole with
generous tongue action and spit. Once enough improvised lubricant was there, he poked at
her with a finger. She thrust back, impaling the finger he had been gently probing with.
“More, give me more.” Mark obliged, sticking two fingers in, all the way up to the third
knuckle. As he wiggled his fingers inside her, he could feel her clench against them.
“I’ve got to fuck this ass.” He thought to himself, “She has just what I like, a
tight responsive asshole, begging to get fucked.”
He had hardly finished the thought when she cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck
my cunt!”
Cynthia truly wanted it. She had never been ass fucked before, but she knew she had
to have this, along with a simultaneous pussy fucking. It was like she would die if these
guys would not take her the way she needed. She was just glad that they seemed to like
what she needed.
The guys, not one to disappoint a girl, stood her between then and plunged their
steel hard cocks into her holes. She screamed in response, crying out, “Yes! Yes! Fuck
me! Fuck me!” As the thrust in and out of her, she would clench against them, trying to
hold them in. The two cocks soon found a rhythm, plunging in together, squishing
Cynthia’s writhing form between them. Her cries grew in volume as she neared her first
orgasm.
When it hit, she shuddered, staying up only because there was nowhere to fall. The
contractions in her ass and cunt drove both Mark and Steve to greater heights of pleasure.
Steve lost it, cumming in her pussy with one final shove. Mark, more experienced, held
out for a greater thrill and stayed hard, thrusting into her again and again. As Steve
stepped back to recover, Mark reached around and fondled her pussy and clit, now slick
with a mix of Steve’s cum and her natural lube.
Fighting his climax for as long as possible, her brought Cynthia to a second orgasm
whose contractions sent him over the edge, pulling a growl from him as he thrust one last
time, spilling seed into her bowels. As he pulled out and fell back on the bed, he saw
that the door was open and two other brothers were watching wide eyed and openmouthed.
Cynthia had fallen to her hands and knees, basking in the after glow of two orgasms.
She slowly became aware of two more boys nearby. Turning, she licked her lips, feeling an
intense desire to take these cocks into her mouth and suck them for all they were worth.
She crawled over to them, saying, “Come on boys. I’m hungry. Do you have anything I
might be able to suck on until cock-tails are served?”
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