"Hold her up," the new guy tells the man already fucking you. The first stranger, cigarette man, pulled me up towards him obligingly, his cock stilling as he held me still.
"What...?" I began, and heard a groggy voice from the other room.
"Who's it?"
"Rita!" I hissed, and the new guy clamped his hand over my mouth.
"No one, hun, go back to bed. I'm gonna get a drink."
We all froze, Cigarette man groaning a little, probably from the way every muscle in my body clenched, enclosing his dick like a fist within me.
When the loud sound of snoring began we all went limp, though thankfully not in all places. Cigarette man sniggered. "Sounds like a band saw."
The newcomer grunted, either in reply to the remark, or in his sudden effort. Myself, I nearly screamed, for his efforts were going towards getting what felt like a tree trunk up my back passage. If his hand wasn't over my mouth I'd have woken the entire building. And if Cigarette Man's arms hadn't been encasing my own in a near bear-hug I'd have clawed someone's eyes out.
But I was helpless, and that moment of relaxation had been enough to defeat the defenses of my posterior. Stranger number three for the night was steadily forcing his way up my rarely-used bunghole. I was the opposite of relaxed now, my gym-honed body making every muscle stand out in a way bodybuilders would envy.
My backseat invader stopped, unable to make any progress, and hissed in my ear. "Relax the buns of steel, supergirl, or this'll hurt like hell. And mark my words, I AM going balls deep in your tight little ass. And you ARE going to cum while I do it."
Perhaps to encourage me he reached around to pinch my clit. I can't say it made me orgasm, but it startled me, and he must've slipped another fraction of an inch inside.
"Not sure I like this," Cigarette Man muttered.
"I guarantee she'll like it. She's that type of girl."
Cigarette snorted, and I could imagine the fumes of past cigarettes coming out of his wide nose. "I meant feeling your dick so damn close to mine. She's the kind of girl for anything you want."
"Hey!" I complained, and was thoroughly ignored, not to mention muffled.
"Look, I'm not gay, you're not gay, she might be bi..."
"Hey!" I said again, sounding like a squawk.
"See? She agrees," the new guy's fingers started again on my clit, making me suck in my breath. He was a bastard but his fingers were magic.
"Then you hold her arms and get your hand away from my dick. I'll do the pussy rubbing and muffle her loud-ass orgasms.
"Mfft!" I protested. It was supposed to be the start of me arguing that I wasn't going to orgasm with either of the pricks. Or rather, either of the idiots. Or their pricks. Whatever. Anyway, it came out just another muffled sound that they interpreted the way the wanted. I could swear they counted down silently; the hand exchange went flawlessly.
Cigarette Man's nicotine stained hands left my butt, which had been the 'natural' place for him to put them while bear-hugging me I'm sure. The new guy, tall, not-so dark and dangerous looking, let go of my mouth and clit.
I scarcely had time to draw in a breath before a cigarette scented hand covered my lips and rough nicotine-stained fingers forked around his cock and along my pussy lips, the knuckles of the two fingers nestling tightly against my traitorously hard nubbin.
The hands of the guy behind me, softer in texture, but stronger, moved from lips and clit to settle on a compromise in the form of my tits, cupping them like prize melons. Not that they were as big as that, sadly.
"Okay. Better?" asked stranger number three of the day from behind me.
Stranger number two in front of me nodded. |