Steamy S*x Stories

Cûm on My Lips, Cûm in My Throat

All Holes Taken (2)



I had one cóck in my mouth and another one deep inside my pússy. Their bodies moved in opposite rhythms, grinding me between them with every brutal thrust. My whole frame rocked forward and back, my bréasts swaying with the force of it. My throat stretched while my pússy clenched. I felt like I was being split in two, like there was no way I could take more.

But I didn’t want them to stop.

Jay stood now. I could see him just to the side, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked on my face.

“She’s drooling all over you,” he said with a grin.

Reid laughed. “She’s choking on it.”

Marcus slapped my ass. His large palm cracked loud across my skin. “She loves it.”

The sting echoed. My skin burned from the hit. My knees were raw from the carpet. I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Everything blurred together. I had never felt anything like it. I had never been taken like this. Never had two men use me at once like I was made for it, like my body belonged to them.

And somehow, I still wasn’t full.

Jay moved in beside me. He knelt on the floor, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. He stroked his cóck with lazy control, his eyes remained fixed on my mouth. Then, they met my eyes before returning to my mouth again. He watched every twitch of my lips in silence.

“Open wider,” Jay said. “She’s going to take more.”

Reid slid out.

His cóck was already dripping with spit. I had barely gotten a second to breathe before Jay leaned in and pushed himself into my mouth. He wasn’t as thick as Reid, but he didn’t take it slow. He fúcked my mouth with fast, shallow thrusts, each one forcing my lips apart again as he held my jaw in place with his free hand.

Behind me, Marcus’s rhythm began to change. I could feel it in his breath, in the way his fingers dug into my waist. He slammed into me harder, rougher, chasing that final edge. I moaned around Jay’s cóck as Marcus let out a guttural groan behind me.

He twitched. I felt the way his whole body jerked.

Then he pulled out, panting hard, and I felt his release hit my back in warm, sticky ropes. His breath was ragged. His fingers still gripped my hips as he emptied himself across my skin.

Nolan stood up from the couch and moved behind me without saying a word. I barely had time to shift before I felt his hand on my ass. He gripped me tight, fingers spreading me open again. Then, without warning, he pushed himself inside.

My entire body jolted forward.

I was already sore and sensitive. My pússy was swollen from Marcus, still pulsing from the orgasm he had left behind. But that didn’t slow Nolan down. He buried himself deep and started to fúck me like he had been waiting for his turn all night. There was no gentleness in the way he moved. Each thrust sent a new wave of pressure through my core. My knees slid against the rug. My thighs ached, but I stayed down for him.

Jay never stopped thrusting into my mouth.

His rhythm didn’t falter, even as Nolan pounded into me from behind. His cóck slid across my tongue over and over, making me choke and gasp between every shallow breath. His hand stayed on my cheek, keeping my face turned up so he could watch every expression I made.

I was shaking. My body was full and wrecked, taken from both ends. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t beg. But I didn’t need words. Every noise I made told them exactly what they needed to know. My moans were constant and desperate. They were muffled by Jay but still loud enough for all of them to hear.

Reid stood in front of me, stroking himself slowly. His eyes didn’t leave my face. He watched the way my cheeks burned. He watched how my eyes rolled back when Nolan drove in hard. His breathing deepened every time I gagged around Jay’s cóck.

Nolan leaned forward. His chest was almost pressed to my back now. One of his arms reached underneath me, and his fingers found my clít. He didn’t tease. Instead, he rubbed it fast, exactly the way I needed. My body tensed, and my back arched as the pleasure hit me all at once.

I came with a cry, trembling under all of them. My thighs shook. My hands clawed at the floor, grabbing at the rug, desperate to stay grounded. I moaned loud around Jay’s cóck, the sound vibrating through his shaft as my orgasm ripped through me.

Jay grunted and pulled out fast. I felt the hot splash of cúm hit my lips, then drip down to my chin. I tried to swallow, but I didn’t even get the chance.

Reid stepped in.

He grabbed my face in both hands and pushed his cóck between my lips. I opened for him, already breathless, already soaked in spit and cúm.

“You said you want to be gangbanged, huh?,” he growled. “You asked for this.”

I nodded as best I could, eyes glassy, mouth wide open. My lips stretched around him. I didn’t try to hold back.

Reid let out a low groan. His cóck twitched deep in my throat and I swallowed every drop.

I collapsed forward, my arms giving out beneath me as my body slumped against the rug. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. My hair clung to my face, damp with sweat. My skin was marked with the evidence of everything they had done to me. Cúm streaked across my thighs and lower back. My skirt was still bunched around my waist, twisted and wrinkled. My knees throbbed from the friction of the carpet. My thighs trembled with the aftershocks of being used so completely.

Behind me, Nolan pulled out. His cóck slipped free with a wet sound. He let out a long breath and smoothed his hand down the length of my spine. The touch was slow, almost affectionate, like he was proud of what he had just done.

“You did good,” he said, his voice rough. “Took all of us like a champ.”

I turned my head and looked up at him. My lips were raw. My jaw ached. My throat still pulsed from everything they had put in it. But I smiled anyway.

“I’m not done yet,” I whispered, my voice rasping low in my throat.