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And then his cock. His thick, hot, wonderful cock. Filling where his friend had just been.

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned as his hands enveloped my breasts, pulled roughly at my nipples till the pain was mixing with the pleasure. “Fuck me, Jericho! Fuck your good girl!”

Andrew’s fingers found my clit, and I turned my head till his mouth was finding mine from behind.

Pleasure, then, as Jericho’s hands moved to my hips and he began to guide me up and down his hard length, his hips thrusting up to meet my every downward movement. Lifting, lowering, thrusting, he moved me like that till my head was drooping back on his shoulder, and all I could do was babble out word salad that made as little sense to me, as to them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Use this pussy, sirs, stretch me, fuck me, make me yours, let me be your good little slut!”

Their words were anythingbutsalad, though, as they passed me back and forth. No, these were straight forward, comprehensible, and growl-whispered right in my ear as they flipped and switched me around from lap to lap, cock to cock.

“So fucking sexy, Candice. So fucking sexy.”

“So hot and wet and dripping for us like a good girl.”

“I love the way you cum on my cock like such a good little slut.”

“You’re so loose now, aren’t you? You’re so loose, like a good little slut should be.”

And their hands, their lips, their fingers always on me. Dragging nails, tweaking nipples, biting lips.

“Our friend’s really missing out. We’d have put you in the trunk and filled your holes all night long if he was with us.”

“I can feel your orgasms, Candice. I can feel you gripping my cock like you won’t ever let go. You don’t want to, do you?”

“You’re going to walk bowlegged after this, slut.”

“You’ll never forget tonight, will you?”

“N-n-n-no, sir!”

Eventually, they began to slow. How long they took before reaching that delicious point, I didn’t know. And neither did I know how many orgasms I’d had. I’d lost track somewhere back on my third swap. But, they did slow, and their thrusts became deeper and harder, and their breath came faster and faster.

“I can’t hold back anymore,” Jericho groaned, his voice so low and deep that I could more feel his words inside of me than actually hear them. “Where does our slut want it?”

“I-i-in me! In me, please! Please sir!”

“Are you sure?”

Panting and clenching my sex around him, I nodded furiously. “Shot. I have the shot!”

“Good girl,” he groaned, and his whole body went tense as, still from behind, he clasped me tighter to his body. “Such a good little slut.”

I could feel him. Feel him growing, feel him pulsing, feel him filling me with every long, deep stroke. Ragged, limp, and barely able to hold myself up, they switched me back to Andrew. Exhausted, far more drunk on orgasms than martinis, subdued by lust but desperate for more, I spread my legs for him.

And, damn, his cock sliding into me and pushing his friend’s cum from my drenched pussy felt amazing. His mouth on my sweat-salted shoulders, collarbone, chest, tits. Licking, sucking, groaning into my flesh with every kiss as he went the way of Jericho and began to tense, lengthen, harden, pulse deep within me.

“Yes,” I hissed as my fingers threaded through his hair. “Yes, Andrew. Cum in your slut’s pussy. Really make me yours for tonight. Make me your little slut.” I dragged his mouth to mine, shoved my tongue inside as I felt him ready to fill me with his cum. I bit his lip hard, pulling back before releasing, as I ground against him and milked his length with what little strength remained in my body.

“Make me remember this night forever.”

His finger dug deeper into my thighs and ass, his throat rasped, and his lips again found my body as the final bit of pleasure I could muster boiled up within me like a kettle, till I was nearly screaming as the orgasm washed over me.

Head back, eyes rolling, I convulsed at the end of him as his mouth latched onto a nipple. Hips gyrating, the pleasure roiled through my body, seizing every muscle like I’d bit down on a live electrical wire as I shook and cried out.

And then I could feel him, could feel his orgasm joining mine. Could feel his cum joining what remained of Jericho’s and mixing with my own wetness as I shook and shook and the world grew dimmer and dimmer.

Gasping and sucking in every breath like a woman just saved from drowning, I collapsed against him. Panting, dry-swallowing, heart racing, I stayed like that in his lap with his arms encircling me… processing. Just processing.