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Morgan, now naked, moved me onto my back so that my head fell and hung backwards off the edge of the mattress, then lifted my legs.
With my legs already up and over one of his shoulders, he slid off my panties the rest of the way. And then he was spreading me and guiding himself to my dripping opening. The head of his cock pressed into me, but then pulled back and began to tease. Over my lips and clit, he guided himself with one hand as the other slid over me.
Moaning, thrashing, wiggling my hips, I was desperate for his touch. But, still, he didn’t fill me like I wanted. A second later, Andrew was stepping into view over me, and his hand was stroking my cheek as his cock descended to my mouth. Over my lips, he ran himself, teasing just like his friend had.
“Open up like a good girl,” Andrew breathed, his free hand sliding down to my breasts. “Got to keep that moan gagged, after all.”
He filled my mouth. My senses. My everything. Slowly sliding in, the rigidly soft flesh of his cock pushed down my tongue and went to the back of my throat as my head hung back. And, as he did, Morgan slid inside me from the other end.
Eyes closed, legs up in the air, hands cuffed and fingers grasping at the sheets, I was filled by them. Thrusting in and out of me and playing tug-o-war with my body, their hands slid over my breasts, stomach, and down to my clit–I was almost fulfilled by them.
Because, then, the orgasms began to come. One after the other they arrived as Morgan and Andrew both played with my clit. Morgan lifted my hips higher and higher off the bed, and his cock drilled deeper and deeper. My body felt as if a sea wall had been breached, and there was nothing to stop the tumultuous ocean of pleasure washing over me.
Gagging, cumming, squeezing with my pelvic muscles to milk Morgan, I flicked my tongue over Andrew’s cock as he filled my mouth.
And then, they were switching. Morgan’s fingers went down between my legs and found my clit, while his other hand slid over my throat to feel his cock pushing into me. Shuddering, spasming, I came again as Andrew’s cock slid into me, filled me so perfectly.
Another switch then, and rough hands back on my body. More whispered, rasping words.
“We’re going to use you all night, Ambyr.”
“Your throat feels almost as good as your pussy.”
“Such a tight little body, always cumming for us.”
“We could keep you cuffed like this forever.”
That last one nearly made me cum again the moment the words were whispered.
Andrew lowered my legs, pulled me up against him so that I was nearly sitting in his lap. Drunk on what seemed a never ending supply of orgasms, I let my ragged body be guided around so I was leaning back against his chest. Spreading my legs with his knees, he reached beneath and guided his cock into me from behind.
I parted my lips to let out a low moan, but instead gasped as Morgan shoved a fluff of musky-tasting, but familiar, cotton into my mouth. My tongue flicked over the smooth cloth, and I realized where I knew that taste.
“What’s good for the gander,” Morgan breathed in my ear, “is good for the goose.”
I moaned louder at the words, then, as Andrew leaned us both back onto the bed and began to fuck me. Morgan’s hot breath caressed my stomach, my sex, my inner thighs as Andrew continued to fuck me slow and deep. Morgan delivered long, delicious licks over my clit, all timed to his friend’s hard thrusting. Tantalizing and teasing and pleasuring, their combined tongue and cock coaxed more muffled screams from me than any single man ever could.
I was gushing, absolutely drenched. Abs sore, arms and shoulders burning, I still ground against their cock and tongue, never wanting this to end.
Soon, Andrew was pulling out, and Morgan was shifting, and I was whimpering as I tried to sit upright. Andrew held me in place by one shoulder and again reached below us.
Pressure, then. Wonderful, sexy, naughty pressure, against my tight hole. Testing, teasing, seeing how far I would go.
Groaning in agreement, I fervently nodded my assent as I pushed back onto his probing finger. “Please,” I moaned around the panties still stuffing my mouth. “Fuck me, please!”
Andrew pushed in as Morgan grabbed my spread thighs and began to lower me slowly and surely, his mouth diving back to my clit. And, then, as the pleasure exploded behind my eyes, I realized that wasn’t Andrew’s finger!
I moaned around my panties, my body clenching and flexing as the pleasure-pain pushed away everything else in the world.
Together, they stretched me inch-by-inch with Andrew’s cock, Morgan’s tongue delivering pleasure to mix with the dirty. Methodically, they eased me down, then up again, and Morgan kept licking and sucking my clit.
Throwing my head back onto Andrew’s shoulder, my back arched and my fingers dug into his stomach as I shook and came on them both. More licking, more pleasure, more fire through my veins. And then, the mattress shifting and groaning as Morgan rose to his knees and pressed into the new, greater tightness of my pussy.
I came the moment Morgan was in me. Legs spasming and kicking in his grip, toes curling and shaking, I came on both of their hard cocks as they sawed in and out of me. Sometimes, they would both be in me at the same time, then they would alternate, and one would be leaving me half-empty as the other was already making me half-full. Our bodies tangled and sweating in the cool, fall air, we moved together like a deliciously well oiled machine, their words filling my ears and becoming my only connection to reality.
“Slut.”
“Toy.”
