Kenneth seemed to enjoy being as deep as possible, even if it meant I couldn’t breathe. He hit the back of my throat again and again and I wriggled, my eyes watering as I tried to take all of him in without gagging. Then he let me slide back along his length and I sucked air through my nose gratefully. Then he grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me down on his dick and held my there.
stars danced in front of my eyes. My instinct was to bite–but an even greater instinct told me that would be even more dangerous.
What didn’t make sense was how the musky taste of Kenneth in my mouth and his hands running all over my body were making my body respond. I’d never felt like this: so hot, so sensitive.
As focused as I was on staying conscious, I was only partly aware when the bed moved with the weight of another person.
“Ughmph!” I moaned, my eyes rolling up to Kenneth, begging him to let me breathe.
Finally, he relented, and I jerked away from him gasping. My saliva coated my chin and Kenneth’s shaft.
Kenneth gave me only two big breaths before he forced the fat head of his dick between my lips again. I took him in without resistance, hoping he was close to done.
That’s when I felt Brandon’s hands on my ass, grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling them down around my knees to join the tangle of my jeans.
I tried half-heartedly to pull away. I protested, unintelligibly, around Kenneth’s dick as he slid in and out of my mouth. But Kenneth was holding me firmly and my jeans were still pinning my legs.
When I squirmed, Brandon’s warm hands grabbed my hips and held me. Then I felt the hot press of Brandon’s dick against my ass crack. I closed my eyes and moaned. In the moment I wasn’t clear even to myself whether it was a moan of despair or desire. There was nothing I could do!
Brandon’s finger slid along my slit, making me jerk. My clitoris was on fire, woken by Kenneth’s attentions.
“Damn, this little bitch is wet.” Brandon said.
“Told you she was a sweet one,” Kenneth grunted, forcing himself to the back of my throat again and holding me there.
I wriggled between both the boys, feeling hungry for air again. Brandon took advantage of my distraction, sliding his dick along my slit with a few quick thrusts before he grabbed it and guided it to my entrance.
I squeaked in discomfort as I felt Brandon’s dick find its mark. I was still sore from losing my virginity earlier in the day, and Brandon seemed clumsier in his movements than Kenneth had been. He entered me slowly, keeping hold of my hips as he dragged himself into me. I could feel every inch of his dick inside of me. In this position, with my mouth stuffed with Kenneth’s dick and Brandon taking my from behind, the sensation of being stuffed was ever so different.
By the time Brandon’s balls rested against my body, I was completely overwhelmed.
On the bus Kenneth had, by necessity, had to keep his movements fairly small, presumably because he hadn’t truly wanted to draw attention to what he was doing. He stayed deep inside me and kept his thrusts shallow. Brandon did no such thing. When he started fucking — truly fucking — he roughly pulled out so that just the engorged head of his dick rested at my entrance before thrusting his entire length inside of me. Hard. And he didn’t stop.
It hurt at first. But I could only gasp and writhe, pinned between two demanding dicks.
As if Kenneth understood that the more overwhelmed I was the less I could protest, he started fondling my nipples again while his other hand cupped my head.
The electric pleasure from my nipples distracted my all right. That, combined with Brandon’s pounding, was making heat build inside my fast. When Kenneth next let me come up for air, the pleasure of filling my lungs with air combined with the wet pounding and Kenneth pinching my nipple sent my over the edge.
“Oh god, noooo…” I gasped, shuddering as I came. I could feel my pussy flexing around Brandon’s dick as waves of pleasure diffused over me. For a moment I lost all consciousness of what was happening to me as the electric pleasure crackled across my spine. Brandon seemed encouraged and picked up his pace, thrusting into my with long strokes.
Kenneth forced his dick back into my mouth and shoved himself to the back of my throat before the crackle of my orgasm had completely faded. I could feel him twitching in my mouth. His dick swelled and then he groaned and shuddered, nearing his peak.
Brandon’s hard thrusts shoved me even deeper onto Kenneth’s dick, and as I tried not to choke, Kenneth came. The hot, bitter cum surged in my throat and I gagged, trying to pull away, but Kenneth held me down until he emptied his load down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow.
Choking and gagging I was finally allowed to breathe again. Just in time to feel Brandon climax inside of me.
Brandon cried out and shoved himself deep, pressing himself against my cervix. I felt his dick pulse inside of mw, warm cum filling my depths for the third time that day. He held himself there as though he wanted to milk every last drop in my. And he did.
I was exhausted. My throat burned. At least my pussy no longer hurt. I was ashamed to admit it, but the orgasm had made the feeling of being stuffed almost… comfortable.
Kenneth had calmly stepped away to rummage in his suitcase, letting Brandon hold himself inside me from behind, his hands still firm on my hips. I let my head sag to the coverlet, suddenly exhausted. I wanted to collapse and sleep.
“Open up,” Kenneth said.
I looked up again, about to protest that I was not going to suck his dick again. But Kenneth was holding a pill pinched between his fingers, and what was left of my wine cooler.
I stared at him, not quite comprehending.
“It’s the first dose of the Plan-B, silly.” Kenneth said, grinning.
First dose?! I thought, alarmed. I hadn’t known how Plan-B worked! But I opened my mouth obediently and Kenneth placed the pill on my tongue and handed my the wine cooler.
As I tipped my head back and drank the pill down, Brandon slipped his dick out of me. I felt the emptiness in my cunt and then the slickness of fluids dripping down my leg.
Brandon was rolling me over and pulling my jeans and panties off my legs, my head still near the edge of the bed.
“No,” I said, exhausted, “I should go back to my room.” When would these men have enough?!
Brandon just grunted as a reply, pulled my legs apart, and dropped his face down to my dripping cunt. I jerked in surprise as I felt the first swipe of his tongue across my vulva. And then he nestled deeper and got to work.
I had always felt too shy to have previous boyfriends eat my out. In my overwhelm and exhaustion, I was beyond embarrassment. And while Brandon hadn’t said more than two words, he seemed skilled with his tongue.
It took very little time for me to become lost in the sensations building in me as Brandon licked, sucked, and rubbed my clit. I moaned and arched my back against the bed, and moaned again. This time there was no doubt in my mind that I enjoyed the attention.
A shock of pleasure traveled from breasts to clit when Kenneth reappeared and started pinching and fondling my nipples again.
The buildup hit a peak unexpectedly. I gasped and cried out, grabbing Brandon’s head and pulling him into me as I came harder than I ever had. The pleasure rolled over me, making my cervix ache again from the earlier pounding–but this time my body did not mind. I shuddered.
The sensations went from pleasurable to overwhelming, and I shoved Brandon’s head away from me. To my surprise, he obliged this time, re-appearing from between my legs grinning and licking his lips.
“Good girl,” purred Kenneth overhead, “see, we can be generous too.”
I was too exhausted to do more than pant and lie splayed out on the bed.
I felt myself drifting off to sleep despite knowing I really should be getting dressed and getting out of there. When I felt Kenneth lifting and shifting me, I protested feebly, but when he simply laid me right side up on in the bed, with a fluffy pillow under my head and covered me with the bed sheet, my protest died on my lips.
Still on the edge of sleep I was still conscious enough to stiffen when I felt someone–it must have been Kenneth–get into the bed beside me. His naked skin pressed against me as he spooned up against my back, one muscular arm looped around my waist.
But when all I was rewarded with was his soft breathing, I relaxed and let the sleep rise to take mw again. This, at least, wasn’t too bad.
After that a couple of hours, I got up and found them asleep. I wore my clothes and was about to go.
“Remember you need another dose of your pill tomorrow. I will text you when I will be around.” I heard kenneth say from my back. Without turning or saying a word, I left. I continue to have sex with them until the end of the event.