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Sorting through dozens of different Halloween decorations, I helped my friend Mark organize everything on his living room floor before we eventually tackled the gargantuan task of hanging them up. I'd thought that once we'd reached high school that we were done with this particular holiday altogether, but apparently any event was an excuse to get drunk and invite girls from other schools to party. Not that I was complaining, mind you; Mark's house parties were legendary. Last year he got Dead Inside, a local college band, to play at his Labor Day shindig where Dylan Greenberg jumped off his roof into the pool. Everyone went wild until they realized that the pool was empty; then they went even crazier.
"So, your parents are gone for the whole weekend?" I asked, making smalltalk while trying to untangle myself from a spool of fake cobwebs.
"Yeah, it's gonna be great," he replied, hanging paper bats on the walls and doorframes, "I've got half our class coming, and of course they invited their friends from all over. Anyone bringing booze or girls gets in for free."
"Man, I wish my parents would trust me like that. Whenever they leave me alone in the house I have to text them every hour so they can know I'm not doing anything."
"Well, we're not going to be completely alone. My sister Dani's going to be here with her college friends, watching over us or whatever."
Hearing the news, I turned away quickly to hide my excitement. Despite having a massive crush on Mark's sister for years, I'd never found a good time to approach her. She was always out of the house when I came over, and since she was three grades ahead of me, I didn't see much of her in school. Even less so when she graduated.
"Really? I don't think it'll be that bad," I said, trying to keep my voice calm, "We probably won't even notice them."
"Don't worry, you will," Mark sighed, "She'll make sure of it. That freak loves Halloween. It's the only time of year she can blend in with everyone else."
When everything was finally set up and the sun was just starting to dip behind the horizon, I was placed on door duty as guests started to trickle through. At first it was just a few of our classmates with different kinds of booze hidden in their bags, but shortly after the sky turned dark everyone started showing up en masse. Not everyone had a costume, but I did notice of those that did, the majority were girls wearing skimpy outfits. Nurses, witches, mummies with minimal covering, they all seemed to be in a contest to expose as much skin as possible. However, when a black Honda Civic pulled up, I quickly forgot about everyone else as three girls stepped out of the car dressed as the Hex Girls, though they looked like the newer versions I saw once on Guess Who.
"Out of the way, loser," Dani said, walking up the driveway in her Thorn costume and pushing me aside, "I'm not one of your little degenerates, and neither are these two."
"Hey, speak for yourself," the girl made up as Dusk chuckled, glancing my way as she passed, "I'm not going to turn down a free drink. And some of these boys are pretty cute."
"Yeah, I don't mind slumming it for a night," the third girl chimed in, "It's not like we're ever going to see any of them again."
Seeing Dani again after a year and a half, I was too awestruck to really say anything in my defense. She looked better than ever, even if she barely gave me the time of day. If I was being honest with myself, the fact that she hardly looked my way only made me want her more, and I resolved that moment to make myself indispensable during the party.
"I-If you guys need a drink or anything, just let me know," I stammered, waving after them, "I'll be here all night! Well, not 'here' here, but you know, at the party."
I could hear Dani's friends giggle as they disappeared into the growing crowd, but what I didn't hear was a refusal. If I could just get them to like me, then maybe Dani would notice and let me in a bit as well.
"I'm sure everyone can just find their way in without me," I muttered to myself, waiting a few minutes before quietly slipping away from my post. There was no way I was standing there all night when I could be hanging out with my future wife. Unfortunately, by the time I managed to push my way through a hundred or so people in the first few rooms, I couldn't find any sign of Dani or her friends. Even more annoyingly, every time I peeked through a doorway to see who was inside, I'd get held up by a handful of people waving me over, and every time I was handed a new drink that was 30% juice with the rest being a mix of different types of liquor. When I did finally catch a glimpse of the blonde Hex Girl a few rooms away, I was already struggling to keep myself upright but fought my way over regardless. She seemed to be watching a group play with a ouija board, but more importantly, she had nothing in her hands.
"H-Hey, how are- How are you doing?" I asked, as smoothly as I could while leaning nonchalantly against the couch, "Name's Kyle, I'm Mark's best friend. You, uh, need a drink?"
"Hi Kyle, Mark's best friend," she giggled, trying to hide a smile, "I'm Kelly, Dani's best friend. I could use a drink, but I don't know if you can make it to the kitchen and back. You look like you're about to fall over."
"Nonsense. I can- I can do it no problem! I barely feel anything."
Without warning, Kelly pushed a finger to my chest, nearly sending me spinning to the floor if I hadn't caught the edge of the sofa.
"Tell you what, Kyle, friend of Mark. Me and one of my girlfriends were about to watch a movie in the basement," Kelly said, still tracing her finger along my chest, "Why don't you come join us?"
Well, that was easier than I thought it'd be. "Yeah, sure. I'll make you something and be right down."
"Perfect. See you in a bit, Kyle, friend of Mark."
Giving me a wink, Kelly dragged her finger beneath my chin as she walked away, nearly sending me to the ground once again as my body followed. Alright. Drinks. Ignoring everything else around me, I stumbled my way over to the kitchen and filled a half empty carton of orange juice with vodka, figuring that would be enough for everyone. Then, with carton in hand, I wandered to the back of the house to find the basement door, slipping through as quietly as I could to keep anyone else from following. I'd been in Mark's basement countless times; just like the rest of the house it was meticulously detailed and spotless. Fully finished, it had its own private bar in one corner, while the main room had been turned into a movie theater of sorts. A giant sofa with the softest cushions known to man lined the back wall, while a massive television screen occupied the wall in front of it. They even had a novelty popcorn maker off to the side.
I could hear giggling as I made my way down the steps, and when I finally made it to the bottom I found Kelly and the other Hex Girl sitting on the sofa, the light from the television the only thing illuminating the room. As I kept looking around, however, I didn't see Dani anywhere.
"Here, I brought something for the movie," I announced, walking towards the pair, "Where, uh, should I sit?"
"Why don't you sit right here between us?" Kelly suggested, patting the cushion, "That way we can both grab onto you when the movie gets scary."
"S-Sure, alright. I brought a bottle of screwdrivers, if anyone wants some."
Maneuvering my way between the two, I sat on the couch and immediately sank into the cushion as the intro scene to Friday the 13th began to play on screen.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced," the girl dressed as Luna whispered, already wrapping herself around my arm, "My name's Dylan."
"This is Kyle, friend of Mark," Kelly teased from the opposite side, settling in against me as well, "I think this is the one who has a crush on Dani."
My cheeks burned at her words, but there was nowhere I could turn to hide. "No I don't! I just- I like hanging out at Mark's place."
"Oh, is he the one who followed Dani around like a puppy all of senior year?" Dylan asked, "I think it's cute."
The movie had barely started, and already I could feel hands exploring curiously from both sides. Kelly had one hand under my t-shirt, running her fingers up my midriff, while Dylan was pulling up the leg of my shorts as she slid up my thigh.
"Say, Kyle, do you play any sports?" Kelly asked, slowly rubbing my stomach, "You feel like you're in pretty good shape."
"I, uh, I swim a lot," I managed to spit out. The alcohol was starting to hit harder now, and while I'd 'dated' a few girls, I'd never had anyone touch me like this before.
"Oh, a swimmer!" Dylan purred, her fingers creeping their way up my inner thigh, "I love playing with swimmers. Such tight... bodies."
Kelly's hand had already made its way up to my chest, pulling my shirt along with it, while Dylan turned her attention to the tent in my basketball shorts. With everything else going on, I barely noticed that I'd been getting hard until Dylan's fingers wrapped around the base. Stroking me slowly, she waited until I couldn't hold back a moan before moving in, pressing her lips to mine to stifle it. Kelly, on the other hand, continued tugging my shirt up until my chest was exposed, letting her hand brush against one nipple while her tongue dragged against the other. Immediately, my back arched as lightning shot up my spine, but Kelly and Dylan both held me against the couch, playing with my body from all ends.
My lips passed from Dylan's to Kelly's, then back again, more times than I could keep track of, and all the while my clothes were gradually pulled away until I was left with only my sneakers on. After thirty minutes of groping and biting, however, Dylan left me to Kelly as she began to kiss her way down my body, leaving dark lipstick prints on my skin. I couldn't help but squirm nervously when her tongue dragged across my midriff, then down to my pelvis, but Kelly kept me distracted by forcing her tongue into my mouth. It felt like less of a kiss and more of a submission hold, but as I felt Dylan's lips press against the side of my shaft, all the tension in my body disappeared.
"That's a good boy," Dylan giggled, giving me another kiss, "Just relax and let it happen."
Looking down, I watched Dylan slide her tongue along the underside of my cock before wrapping her lips over the head, and my head immediately fell back again as soft heat enveloped my shaft. None of the girls I'd been with had ever done anything like this, so I didn't really know how to react. Not like I could do much besides groan into Kelly's mouth anyway. Trapped inside the confines of the sofa cushions, I let them do whatever they wanted to me, though my body would jerk and writhe on its own every once in a while. I could feel Dylan's lips sliding back and forth along my cock while her tongue pressed against the bottom, and Kelly would make me squirm whenever she touched my chest. With both of them on top of me I was harder than I'd ever been, but it also pulled me closer to the edge faster than when I first saw my mom's friend Judy in a bikini for the first time. I knew if they didn't stop I would end up finishing in Dylan's mouth, but they seemed to know my warning signs better than I did, slowing their teasing as my hips began to twitch.
"Looks like he's about ready," Kelly whispered, pulling free from my lips and letting me suck in air, "Why don't you give him a ride?"
"I was just thinking the same thing," Dylan replied, giving my cock one last kiss. I wasn't sure what they meant, exactly, but at this point I was willing to go along with anything they suggested. Something tight snapped around the base of my shaft while I was still staring dumbly up at Kelly, and when I glanced down to see what Dylan was up to, I saw a black ring that felt like it was made of rubber at the bottom of my cock.
"What's that for?" I asked, barely able to get the words out as Dylan began to slurp along my length again. I had no idea what the ring was for, but it made everything just twice as intense, which I guess maybe was the point. By the time Dylan finished sucking me off again, it also seemed as if I'd grown even bigger somehow.
"You've probably never seen a cock ring before, huh," she replied, stroking me carefully to keep me from exploding all over her face, "It's just a little... insurance. Boys don't always stay as hard as I want them to when we start playing for real."
The meaning of her words were lost on me yet again, but I didn't have much time to think about it when Kelly wrapped my shirt around my head as a blindfold, kissing me once again. From what I gathered, I was about to get lucky, so it was probably best not to ask too many questions. The faint snap of a plastic bottle opening confirmed my suspicions, and in the next second I felt a thick, slimy, liquid pour over my shaft. Dylan's hands worked it into my skin with slow strokes, but just as I began to feel myself get worked up again, she stopped abruptly.
"Here, this should help too," Kelly whispered, pulling my mouth open and placing a small pill on my tongue, "Just swallow it down, cutie."
I obeyed without question, letting the pill slide down my throat as Dylan began to climb on top of me.
"Wait, don't we need a condom?" I asked, my words already muffled by Kelly's lips as she leaned back in, "I don't want to get you pregnant or anything."
"That's not something we have to worry about," Dylan chuckled, grabbing my cock while positioning herself. Kelly's fingers returned to play with my chest as I relied only on my sense of touch, and Dylan began to lower herself onto me, or at least that's what it felt like. It's not like I'd ever done any of this before, so I was just guessing as to what was going on, but when the familiar warmth swallowed my shaft, combined with a new sense of tightness, I could only assume that I was now inside her.
"How's it feel?" Kelly whispered, sending new jolts of electricity throughout my body with her fingers.
"G-Good," I moaned in reply, "I never- Ah, I never-"
"So I'm your first?" I could hear Dylan's grin through her words.
"Y-Yes..."
Dylan continued sliding down my length until she finally bottomed out, and I immediately heard her groan once she came to sit in my lap. The heat was far more intense than her mouth, but what had me already struggling to keep calm was the way she clenched around the base of my cock. Gradually, she raised her hips a bit before coming back down, while my own hips pushed up to meet her, and we slowly fell into a rhythm. Even though I couldn't see what was happening, it felt more amazing than I could have ever imagined, and little embarrassing moans managed to slip from my lips while Dylan rode me. As her motions grew more intense, however, I couldn't help but notice something solid and heavy slapping against my midriff each time she came down on me.
"How you holding up, kid?" Kelly asked softly, her tongue tracing around the outside of my ear, "Don't worry about trying to hold back, you can just let it go whenever you feel like it."
I could feel myself getting closer, but the constant drumming on my stomach kept distracting me and pulling me from the brink. My first reaction was to try and pull my blindfold off just to see what it was, but Kelly kept my wrists pinned as she began to kiss me again. I tried to ignore the slapping, but it only grew more distracting as a puddle of warm liquid began to pool on my stomach, and the heavy thuds became louder and sharper. Dylan, on the other hand, was going completely wild, writhing on top of me and crashing her hips down harder each time.
"Fuck, this dick is so goooood," I heard her groan from behind Kelly, "I'm gonna cum already!"
I was still riding the edge myself, but apparently Dylan's outburst was Kelly's cue to remove my blindfold and move out of the way. My first sight was Dylan in the throes of ecstasy on top of me, her head thrown back and mouth hanging open, but when my gaze traveled down to see what was still landing against my abs, I froze in shock.
"Y-You're a guy?!"
Resting against my belly was a massive cock; slightly longer than my own, but much thicker and heavier. As I stared it in the eye, it belched out more warm liquid, a clear substance that continued to hold tight in a long string even as Dylan continued to bounce on my lap.
"That's the trick," Kelly whispered in my ear, her fingers pulling my jaw open, "Get ready for the treat."
Before I realized what was happening, Dylan let out a low groan as she shook on top of me, and all of a sudden a jet of hot white cream splattered against my face. Thick and gooey, it coated part of my forehead, my eye, my cheek, but the majority of it actually landed on my tongue.
"Come on, big boy!" Dylan exclaimed, still riding even as a second rope landed across my face, "Give it to me!"
Clenching tight, Dylan began to roll her, or rather, his, hips in circles until I couldn't hold back any longer. With warm snotty cum still dripping from my cheeks and sliding down towards the back of my throat, my hips jerked upwards as my own load escaped into Dylan's hole. Kelly watched from the sidelines for a moment, grinning as my body tensed, then set to work dragging his tongue across my cheeks to collect Dylan's warm slime. At first I was grateful that it was at least getting cleaned off somehow, but when she- sorry, he, pushed my head back into the cushion and pressed his lips to mine, my relief turned to dread. Forcing his tongue into my mouth like he'd done so many times before, Kelly let all the cum pour down it, his hand gently rubbing my throat to make me swallow. I wanted to scream, to push him off, to fight both of them off... But my body just wouldn't listen. My skin was almost unbearably warm, like it was the middle of summer just inside this basement, and the air felt like it had turned to molasses.
"Come on, swallow your medicine," Kelly murmured, still rubbing my neck as the goo pooled in the back of my throat, "Then you'll feel all better..."
I didn't want to. Of course I didn't want to. But what I wanted didn't really matter when my reflexes kicked in to clear my airway, sending the large mouthful of milky slime into my stomach as Kelly smiled down at me.
"Did he really just swallow it?" I heard Dylan ask as he carefully slid off my cock. I was still hard. Why was I still hard?
"Yeah, he loved it," Kelly replied, running a finger along my bottom lip, "Think he wants some more?"
"He's still rock hard, so I'd say so. Going to give him a ride?"
"No way," Kelly laughed, crawling off to the side, "I want to be the first to stretch that hole."
They kept talking about what they were going to do to me, but after a few minutes of confused blinking and groaning, I managed to find my voice again.
"S-Stop... I'm not- I don't-"
"What was that?" Kelly asked with a hum, taking Dylan's place between my legs, "Couldn't quite hear you."
"I'm not gay! I'm not-" I protested, trying to fight my way free. This time it was Dylan's turn to keep me down, straddling my chest while his cock hovered over my face. The way it bobbed and waved in front of my eyes was strangely hypnotizing, but I still didn't want it anywhere near me.
"Hey Kelly, how many boys have told us that they weren't gay before we got our hands on them?" Dylan called out, slapping his heavy shaft against my cheek.
"I don't know," Kelly answered, grabbing me by the ankles, "I think this is number fifteen."
"And how many have we made squirt?"
I could hear Kelly's grin as she replied. "All of them."
As I was distracted by the fat member centimeters from my lips, Kelly pushed my legs up until Dylan grabbed hold, keeping my ankles high in the air and completely exposing my hole. I didn't want to think about what was coming next, but that didn't do much to prevent it from happening. Something warm and wet started to wriggle against my backdoor, and I was familiar enough by now with the sensation to know it was Kelly's tongue. Groaning weakly through my closed lips, I tried to think of anything else as I turned my head to the side to escape Dylan's cock. Whatever I swallowed earlier was taking its toll, however, as I couldn't even find the energy to clench my hole, which let Kelly work her tongue inside. The sensation of his appendage squirming against my backside was odd, though it didn't hurt or anything. But when he pulled his mouth away to replace her tongue with a finger, I couldn't help but whine nervously.
"Hey, don't be scared," Dylan reassured me, smearing his pre across my cheek, "It might hurt a bit at first, but you'll love it. Just be glad it's not Dani stretching you out for your first time."
Hearing Dani's name made me pause briefly, which was just enough for Kelly to slide his finger through to the second knuckle.
"W-Why not?" I asked, trying to keep my mouth as far from Dylan's shaft as I could while stifling another groan.
"He's nice about it, but there's no way anyone's ever ready for that monster," he chuckled, "By the way, if he doesn't stick his flagpole in you, I'm keeping you for myself. Been a long time since I've cum that hard."
I know it was meant as a compliment, but I wasn't exactly sure if I should take it as one. I'd never even considered getting with a guy before, but the way they kept touching me... It was like they knew exactly how to make my body weak. Even now, Kelly kept working his finger back and forth until it was completely buried, and I could feel a brand new sensation from somewhere inside. It was hard to describe and pin down exactly where it was coming from, but it was addicting in the same way scratching a really bad itch was. Every time he touched the spot to set off the internal tingling I ended up gasping for air, which let Dylan leak his salty goo onto my tongue as he slid the fat mushroom head of his cock past my lips. I almost didn't care anymore at this point; I'd pretty much resigned myself to whatever else was coming.
"That's a good boy," Dylan cooed, feeding me inch after inch of his shaft, "Looks like Kelly found your joy buzzer."
I wasn't sure what that meant, only that I didn't want it to end. I heard the same crack of the plastic bottle as before as more slick fluid poured down my shaft and below, then a second finger began to work its way past my tight ring, stretching me wider and making me wince. It was more uncomfortable than painful, but I couldn't focus on it for too long as Dylan began to roll his hips. Tightening his grip on my ankles, he slid his length back and forth gently, letting me get used to it. I didn't really know what to do so I just let him take the lead, but whenever I pressed my tongue to the underside he'd shiver a bit.
"I think he's ready," I heard Kelly say, his fingers working back and forth a few seconds longer before pulling free, "You got his legs?"
"Yeah, he's not going anywhere," Dylan replied, keeping my legs held high, "You should see him with a cock between his lips, he's so pretty..."
The more Dylan rocked his hips, the wider my mouth stretched, the back of my throat catching every drop of pre he let fall against my tongue. I was so focused on what he was doing that I completely forgot about Kelly until something much larger than a finger came to rest against my exposed hole, nestling into it. I felt a growing pressure, then burning pain, as I was spread open with a lot of help from the lube Kelly had poured over my groin. With Dylan keeping me buried in the soft cushions I couldn't really do much but squirm and whine around his cock, but that didn't stop Kelly in the least. I could feel my own shaft starting to lose its rigidity each time Kelly nudged forward, but the black ring at the base kept it from softening completely. Everything felt so strange and hyper sensitive, and when Kelly's fingers glided over my length, it immediately stood up straight once more.
"Just relax, cutie," Kelly whispered, shuffling forward slowly as he managed to sink inch after inch past my confused ring. The stretching was bad enough, but the real struggle came when I finally began to feel him in what felt like my stomach. I hadn't seen his cock at all, but it felt enormous, making my body cramp and tighten in ways I'd never thought possible. Dylan had thankfully pulled his own shaft away to let me gasp for air, leaving it to rest on my face, but when my eyes finally focused for a second I saw his phone pointed down at me, recording everything.
"How's it feel?" he asked, his cock still dripping clear slime onto my lips, "You're almost there, just a few more inches 'til you've taken all nine."
Another thrust from Kelly sent my eyes rolling back in my head. "S-Stop... It's too big... I'm n-not gay, I don't want-"
"You're not?" Dylan asked with a giggle, twisting around to point the camera at my own leaking shaft, "Then what's this? Looks like a hard-on to me..."
Taking advantage of my distracted state, Kelly brought his hips forward until they landed against my backside, hilting himself inside me as Dylan watched on. Despite the intense pressure in my belly, however, I felt something travel up my own twitching cock from inside, and when it finally reached the top I heard Dylan giggle again.
"For someone who says they don't want it, you're leaking an awful lot of pre..." he teased, reaching down to press the tip of his finger to the head, "I bet you're so close to squirting all over the place."
With everything going on, I hadn't even noticed that my legs had been released and were now resting on Kelly's shoulders, but who was holding onto me now didn't matter all that much. All I could focus on was the burning pain of my stretched hole, and the fact that I now had nine inches of dick filling me. My ring kept clamping down, attempting to close, but all that did was massage Kelly's shaft as he started to slide it back. I didn't want it in me, in no way did I want it in me, but the brand new fire his cock set off as he pulled his hips away made me beg for him to just keep it inside. A second later, I got my wish when he buried his cock in me once more, and I groaned in a mixture of relief and confusion. I thought he was going to let me catch my breath and eventually just pull free completely, but instead he simply wrapped two fingers around my own neglected cock and started rolling his hips back again, sending a fresh wave of heat and electricity up into me.
"Fuck, he's tight," I heard Kelly say, his words barely coming through the haze surrounding my head, "Not that I mind, but you might want to get him to relax a little bit."
Dylan said something in reply, I think. I wasn't paying too much attention. All I could do was fight for air, as any movement at all just set off a new flurry of discomfort and strange tingles. My legs had fallen to Kelly's waist as he continued to plunge his cock into my depths, squeezing tight out of reflex more than anything else. The cramping was becoming unbearable now, and every time my hole involuntarily clenched around Kelly's cock it only made him twitch in excitement. I could almost make out a word or two if I really tried, but before I could beg for him to stop again, Dylan slid off to the side and reached for something, bringing a small bottle under my nose.
"Here, deep breaths," he instructed softly, pinching one nostril shut and forcing the opening of the bottle into the other. I had no idea what it was, but since I was already heaving, whatever was inside quickly made its way up into me, then all of a sudden I was lightheaded, a wave of heat washed over my skin, and the tension in my muscles began to fade. There was still a pressure in my stomach from where Kelly's cock kept burying itself, but the cramping quickly stopped altogether, and my hole released its deathgrip from around his shaft.
"What... What did you do to me?" I mumbled, grasping onto a single thought.
"Nothing you need to worry about," Dylan replied, kissing across my bare chest, "Just a little something to help you relax."
Though the pain had mostly disappeared, whatever Dylan had given me did nothing for the strange itch building inside my crotch. It didn't feel... bad... exactly. Unfamiliar, more than anything. It kept growing each time Kelly slapped his hips into my backside, sending more pre up my shaft every once in a while.
"S-Stop, it feels weird," I gasped, squirming helplessly, "It's- I don't-"
Instead of slowing or stopping, however, both Dylan and Kelly kept playing with my body from their respective ends. Sparks of electricity shot throughout my torso as Dylan let his tongue circle around my nipple, and Kelly continued fucking me at a steady pace. The realization of what exactly was happening to me only just hit, but there was nothing I could do but groan and let it happen.
"I think he's about to cum," Kelly announced, sending his hips forward even faster, "Think he can do it hands free?"
His question was answered less than a second later as every muscle in my body clenched, locking me into place as long ropes of white spewed out from my cock, landing on my stomach. I could feel my balls jumping, tensing and releasing repeatedly as they tried to force out a second, then a third, load.
"Holy fuck, that feels so good," Kelly groaned, still slamming his cock into me. Every time he bumped against the same spot inside, a little more cum escaped in weaker spurts until it slowed to a weak dribble. Though I'd managed to stop myself from outright moaning like a girl by biting my bottom lip, I'd still been forced to cum like one, and I could feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment. Despite the shame, though, I couldn't deny that it had actually felt... incredible.
"Don't worry, I'm close too," Kelly informed me, giving my softening cock a few strokes just to keep it standing.
"And then it'll be my turn," Dylan whispered in my ear, his tongue wriggling its way inside, "I can't wait to feel you and fill you up..."
Grabbing my waist and hunching over the end of the couch, Kelly's hips turned into a blur as wet slaps filled the room, forcing the moans I'd been holding back past my lips. I couldn't help it anymore, it was all just too much, and as the thick head of his cock brushed against the mysterious tingling area inside me, my own hips began to buck upwards as thin watery cum flew out to land on my pelvis. As I tensed around his cock again, Kelly's groans quickly overpowered my own, and I could distinctly feel him twitching inside me before my belly suddenly grew warm from the inside.
"Fffuck... I wish I could knock you up for real," Kelly groaned, throwing his head back. His blonde pigtails had come loose at some point during his time railing me, leaving him with loose hair now hanging in front of his face. "How's it feel to be creampied for the first time?"
"I... I don't know..."
The thought of having another guy's load inside me... Just this morning I probably would have thrown up from the idea. But now, after cumming harder than I ever thought possible...
"Come on, out of the way," Dylan whined, nudging Kelly aside and taking his place, "You can ask him all that later, I've been dying to fuck him for an hour now."
Grabbing me by the hips, Dylan pulled me past the edge of the sofa before rolling me over, letting my cock point towards the floor as I was positioned on my knees. Having seen and tasted Dylan's cock, I roughly knew what I was in for, but when he lined it up with my weakened hole, I had to bite into the cushion to keep from screaming. Even with all the work Kelly had done to stretch me open, it felt like I was getting broken in all over again as Dylan leaned forward to spear me.
"Fuck, you were right," he grunted, wrapping his arms around my waist, "He is tight..."
"I told you. Where'd you put your phone, I want to get his face while you fuck him silly..."