I trembled, gasping, fucked open, used and dripping, caught in the center of it all, my husband’s cum on my tongue, another man’s pumping into my ass.

I flopped forward, legs trembling, my body a mess of slick skin, sweat, and cum, some of it drying on my stomach, some of it still leaking from between my thighs. My jaw ached, my ass throbbed, and every nerve in my body felt like it had been played like an instrument.

I was exhausted. But exhilarated.

That had been more than just sex. It was chaos, release, connection, surrender. I hadn’t come again at the end, no crashing orgasm to finish it off, but I didn’t care. I’d had two already, and the last act had been so raw and filthy, so fucking hot, I didn’t need one. The pleasure had been in the act itself.

My limbs were like jelly, my thoughts foggy. I lay draped over Sean, who was still catching his breath under me, his cock slowly softening.

I figured we were done.

How could we not be? There wasn’t a single part of me that hadn’t been claimed in some way tonight.

Then I looked up and saw them.

Nick and Ted. Still naked and hard again.

Their cocks stood tall, proud, ready, glistening with anticipation, and the look in their eyes told me everything. They were not finished.

“Fuck,” I breathed, laughing a little through my haze. “You guys are relentless.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. Ted was already stroking himself slowly.

“I may have bitten off more than I can chew,” I joked, voice low and hoarse as I slowly peeled myself off of Sean and Chris.

Chris groaned beneath me as I moved, and I patted his chest gently. “Rest, hero.”

Then I turned, and with a soft, satisfied sigh, crawled over to Ted. He was sitting back on the couch now, one leg bent up, watching me with that same cocky grin he’d worn the first time he dropped his pants.

I didn’t wait for an invite.

I straddled him, thighs spread wide, body still slick and sensitive, and reached down to guide his cock to my pussy, soaked, stretched, sore, but so fucking ready to be used again.

Ted groaned as I sank down onto him slowly, inch by inch, my breath catching at the intrusion.

“Still so tight,” he muttered, hands gripping my hips.

I leaned in, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a lazy smile.

“Let’s see how long you last this time.”

I rolled my hips once, experimentally. It felt incredible. Full. Warm. Intimate.

But I wasn’t done.

I looked over at Nick, who was still standing, still hard, his cock heavy in his hand as he watched me ride his friend.

I met his eyes, breathless and grinning, and crooked my finger toward him. “Come here.”

He stepped closer without hesitation.

I turned just slightly, lifting my hips a bit, just enough for Ted to stay buried while I whispered over my shoulder. “Take my ass.”

Nick’s eyes flared.

“It’s already relaxed from Chris,” I added, softer now, teasing. “Might as well take advantage.”

A beat passed.

Then Nick dropped behind me, hands sliding up my thighs, then my hips, steadying me as I adjusted. I felt his cock pressing against my backside a moment later, as he rubbed it along the crease of my ass, then down between my cheeks.

My breath caught as he lined up.

My hands braced on Ted’s chest, fingers digging into his skin as I exhaled through it, relaxing my body, letting it happen.

The fullness was… overwhelming. There was a stretch so different this time with one cock deep in my pussy. Another pushing slowly into my ass.

I felt like I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but feel.

“Holy shit,” Ted groaned beneath me. “This is the hottest fucking thing ever.”

Nick slid deeper, one hand moving around to palm my breast, fingers finding my nipple and pinching gently.

“How you holding up, sweetheart?” he muttered against my shoulder.

I whimpered. “Full. Fuck. Just, give me a sec.”

He stayed still, just gently grinding into me while his fingers teased my nipple, and Ted leaned up to kiss my neck, soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses that made me shiver.

I started to move. Slowly. Carefully.

Just a subtle shift of my hips, a roll that let both cocks slide inside me at once. It was intense, overwhelming and so goddamn good.

My breath came in little gasps, my body starting to adjust as the pressure melted into pleasure. My hands to Ted’s shoulders to stabilize myself as I began to grind.

Small, tight circles with my hips, a slow grind that let me feel everything. Every twitch, every stretch, every inch of them inside me.

They groaned in sync, hands on me, mouths on my skin, bodies pressed to mine. 

“Jesus,” Nick groaned behind me. “She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Ted’s voice was barely a whisper. “I can feel you moving inside her—fuck, Katie, you’re unreal.”

I couldn’t answer.

All I could do was feel.

Every little shift of my hips sent sparks shooting through me. Every thrust of Nick’s cock pushed Ted deeper, and every grind against Ted sent shivers up my spine as Nick pressed into my ass again. It was constant pressure, slow, deliberate, inescapable.

And it was building.

The heat started deep, low in my belly, a molten pulse that throbbed with every roll of my body. My clit was aching, untouched but on fire, grinding softly against the base of Ted’s stomach as I moved. The pressure coiled tighter, my thighs shaking as the edge crept closer, slow, steady, devastating.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “Oh my god, I’m gonna! Fuck! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

They didn’t.

Nick pushed in harder, hands tightening on my nipples as he fucked my ass with slow, full strokes. Ted arched up into me, grinding his cock deeper into my pussy. The friction, the pressure, the heat. Just right. Perfect.

The orgasm ripped through me like fire. My whole body went taut, breath catching in my throat as everything clenched down around them. My vision blurred, my scream muffled as I collapsed forward onto Ted’s chest, body locking up in waves of white-hot pleasure that didn’t stop.

I shook. I trembled. My nails dug into Ted’s skin, my moans wild and incoherent as every nerve in my body lit up like a live wire.

And they kept going.

I barely had time to breathe, to blink, to exist, before Nick was thrusting again, slow but firm, dragging his cock in and out of my spasming ass as Ted rocked his hips up into me, groaning as he chased his own release inside my still-twitching, soaked pussy.

Still trembling, still gasping, still locked in the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body limp against Ted’s chest, every muscle loose and twitching. 

Ted thrust up into me just as Nick pulled back. Then Nick drove in as Ted sank down. Perfectly timed. One after the other. A rhythm that built quickly, steady, deep, relentless.

My head snapped back with a gasp.

They were using me now. Not cruelly, not violently, but completely. Like I was theirs. Like I existed only to take this. To feel them. To be filled.

My mouth dropped open, moans spilling out without thought, without control. My nails clawed at Ted’s shoulders, my ass bouncing against Nick’s hips with every thrust.

The pressure was building again.

How was that even possible?

“Fuck,” Nick groaned behind me, voice breathless. “She’s so close. You can feel it.”

“She’s dripping,” Ted muttered. “Her pussy’s soaked, fuck, Katie!”

Their rhythm got faster. Rougher.

My body was melting, nerves sparking, pleasure building again, not soft this time. Not slow.

It was brutal. Overwhelming. I was going to come again.

Sean was still watching. Still hard. Still stroking himself lazily, like this was the most beautiful, filthy dream he’d ever had. And I was the center of it.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna!” Ted’s voice broke as his rhythm faltered.

“Me too,” Nick growled behind me. “Shit! Katie, fuck! Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” I gasped, losing my breath as my orgasm rose inside me again. “Both of you, come inside me, fill me. Oh god!”

My body spasmed.

My orgasm exploded through me, harder than the last, tighter, deeper. My vision blurred, my scream caught in my throat as my pussy clenched around Ted’s cock, and my ass squeezed tight around Nick’s.

Ted was the first.

He slammed up hard, balls deep, cock pulsing as he groaned beneath me and shot his cum deep inside my pussy. The heat flooded me, thick and hot and endless.

Nick was seconds behind him.

He growled as he thrust in one final time, burying himself fully in my ass, hips grinding down as he came, hard, deep, filling me with thick, pulsing streams that made my whole body jolt with each twitch.

And I was crying out again. Wordless. Breathless. Gone.

All three of us were shaking. Slick. Covered in sweat and cum. Still joined.

Still breathing like we’d run miles.

I was trembling, my body used, aching, dripping. Ted lay beneath me like a dead man, Nick collapsed behind me, and Chris hadn’t moved in minutes except for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

They were done.

I was too. Every part of me ached, my holes stretched and leaking, my lips swollen, my skin sticky with sweat and cum. I had nothing left.

Or so I thought.

I lifted my head and looked across the room, and there was Sean.

Still propped up on the far end of the couch.

Still hard.

Still stroking himself.

His eyes met mine, full of warmth and pride and that smug glint.

I narrowed my eyes. “No. Absolutely not.”

He just smiled, his hand still moving lazily along his cock.

I shook my head, laughing breathlessly. “No more.”

Still, he smiled.

“Aww, fuck off,” I groaned, dragging myself off Ted’s limp body, crawling slowly, carefully over a pile of exhausted, naked men until I reached him. My legs were shaky. My ass ached. My pussy was sore and dripping. I was still leaking everywhere.

I snuggled up against him, my cum-slick skin pressing into his side, my head on his shoulder.

“You just don’t quit, huh?” I murmured.

He chuckled softly. “Not when you look like that.”

I reached down, wrapped my hand around his cock, and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest.

I started stroking him slowly, gently, savoring it.

My fingers slid easily over his shaft, the mess from earlier still clinging to my skin, warm and sticky, mixing with the fresh wetness already beading at his tip. He was rock hard, twitching in my grip, impossibly aroused after everything he’d watched.

My thumb brushed along the sensitive underside of his head, circling the ridge in a soft, practiced motion, and I leaned in close, my lips just barely touching the shell of his ear.

“I can’t believe you let me do that,” I whispered, slow and breathy. “Let me fuck all your friends. Let them cum inside me. On me. Use me so well.”

His hips gave a sharp, involuntary jerk into my fist.

I smiled against his skin.

“I’ve never come that many times before,” I breathed, stroking him a little faster now. “Never been that full. Never had my pussy so soaked in other men’s cum I could feel it dripping down my thighs. Never had my ass stretched wide open and pounded while someone fucked my mouth.”

His groan vibrated in his chest, deep and ragged.

My free hand slid across his thigh, squeezing gently as I continued. “And you watched it all. Took it all in as I took them all.”

He clutched my leg then, hard, his knuckles pale, jaw clenched, breath coming fast and shallow.

“Letting them fill my mouth, stretch my ass, stuff my pussy so deep,” I whispered, licking the rim of his ear. “And you didn’t stop it. You wanted it. Didn’t you?”

He groaned again, louder, almost pained.

I looked down at his cock, slick in my grip, flushed and pulsing. My hand moved faster, thumb teasing the tip while my wrist twisted just enough to make him gasp.

“And I loved it,” I said softly, voice thick with heat. “Every. Fucking. Second.”

I kissed the edge of his jaw, felt his whole body shudder as he hung there, right on the edge.

“You gonna come for me now?” I whispered. “You gonna cover me like the others? Make sure your cum’s the last thing on me tonight?”

He didn’t answer, he couldn’t. His breath caught, cock pulsed, and then he came with a deep, strangled groan, hot ropes spilling over my hand and arm, thick and messy, his whole body jerking as the release tore through him.

And I kept stroking, milking every last drop from him, smiling against his neck as I whispered, “Good boy.”

Hot spurts splashed over my fingers, thick and fast, his cock pulsing hard in my grip as he gasped my name through clenched teeth.

I leaned down, kissed him slowly, deeply. Then brought my hand to my mouth and licked his cum clean from my fingers, one by one.

“Mmm,” I hummed, curling against him, finally letting myself relax. “Now I’m done.”

He pulled a blanket up over us, wrapping an arm around my waist as my head settled on his shoulder.

This had been an amazing experience, something Sean had allowed, encouraged and enjoyed, but I couldn't help thinking that I had got more out of it than he did. As I drifted off I decided I'd have to reward him, pay him back for this. Plans were already forming in my head. It was going to be quite the treat, for both of us.

The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me was his voice, soft and warm.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

And then the world faded out, full of warmth, cum, and the quiet thrum of satisfaction.