Gangbanged by Strengers 2

The darker-haired one pushed into me in one long, thick slide.

I was so wet from everything they’d already done that he sank in to the base without stopping. The stretch still forced a broken sound out of my throat. He was big,, heavy inside me, filling every bit of space—and he didn’t give me time to adjust.

His hips snapped forward and he started fucking me right there on the rug while the taller one watched, still feeding his fingers in and out in and out of my mouth so I could taste myself on them.

The wet sound of it filled the penthouse. Skin on skin. My cunt taking him over and over. I clawed at the rug, thighs spread wide, watching the place where his cock disappeared into me every time he bottomed out. He hooked one of my legs higher and drove deeper. The angle made my eyes roll.

“Fuck—look at that,” the taller one muttered. He pulled his fingers free of my mouth and moved behind me, lifting my upper body so I was half-sitting, half-reclined against his chest while his friend kept pounding into me. His hands came around and grabbed my tits, squeezing, pinching the nipples hard enough to sting. I moaned loud and broken. The one between my legs fucked me harder for it, the wet slap of his hips against my ass getting filthier with every thrust.

They switched without warning.

Suddenly the taller one was the one buried inside me, thicker maybe, or just angled differently, dragging over that spot that made my stomach clench. The darker-haired one knelt beside my head and pushed his cock past my lips again—slick with my own wetness from earlier. I choked on it while the other one fucked me deep and steady. Spit ran down my chin. My tit bounced in the darker-haired one’s hand every time his friend’s hips snapped forward.

They kept me like that until my thighs started shaking. Then they flipped me onto my hands and knees.

One of them shoved back into my cunt from behind. The other moved in front and fed me his cock again. I took both, gagging, drooling, ass up and open while they used me from both ends. The one behind reached under and rubbed my clit in tight, mean circles. I came hard around him, moaning around the cock in my throat, cunt pulsing and squeezing while he kept thrusting through it like he didn’t care that I was already clenching.

They still weren’t finished.

The darker-haired one pulled out, slick and shiny, and dragged the head of his cock up to my asshole. He rubbed there, pressing, using my own wetness to ease the way. I tensed.

He didn’t stop.

The pressure increased until the head popped inside. The burn made me cry out around the cock still in my mouth. He pushed deeper, slow but relentless, until I felt full in a way that made my arms shake.

“Breathe,” the taller one said quietly, still sliding in and out of my throat. “That’s it. Take it.”

I did. I took every inch until the darker-haired one was flush against my ass, buried completely. He stayed still for a second, letting me feel it, then started moving--short, deep strokes that made me moan continuously. The taller one pulled out of my mouth and moved behind as well. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my already-stretched cunt. He pushed in while his friend was still in my ass.

Both of them. At the same time.

The stretch was brutal. I dropped to my elbows, face against the rug, mouth open, making sounds I didn’t recognize. They fucked me like that—one in my cunt, and one in my ass, finding a rhythm that had me sobbing into the floor. Every thrust shoved me forward. Every time they bottomed out I felt them everywhere. My clit throbbed, untouched and aching. One of them reached under and rubbed it roughly. I came again, harder and messier now, body clamping down on both cocks while they kept using me through it.

They pulled out long enough to flip me onto my back again. The taller one pushed my knees to my chest and sank back into my cunt. The darker-haired one straddled my chest and slid his cock between my tits, then up to my mouth so I could taste the mix of both of us on him. I licked and sucked while the other one pounded me, the wet sound obscene in the quiet apartment. When the one between my legs got close he pulled out and stroked himself, coming in thick ropes across my stomach and the underside of my tits. The darker-haired one followed seconds later, pulling free of my mouth and finishing on my tongue and lips.

They weren’t done.

They manhandled me onto my side. One of them hooked my top leg high and pushed back into my cunt from behind. The other lay in front of me and fed his half-hard cock back into my mouth so I could clean him. They stayed like that for a long time, releasing slow, deep thrusts into my sore pussy while I sucked and licked until he hardened fully again.

Then they switched.

The one who’d been in my mouth moved behind and took my cunt, fucking me with long, heavy strokes, going shorter and harsher at the end.while the other one used my mouth. I lost track of how many times they traded. My jaw ached. My cunt felt ruined. Every time one of them bottomed out I leaked more of the mess they’d already left inside me.

At some point I was on top, straddling the darker-haired one, sinking down onto his cock while the taller one stood in front of me so I could suck him at the same time. I rode with messy, desperate rolls of my hips, tits bouncing, spit running down my chin. The one beneath me gripped my ass and spread me open so his friend could watch every wet inch of cock disappearing into me. When I came again it was with a broken cry around the cock in my throat, cunt spasming hard enough that the one under me groaned and followed, flooding me deep while I kept shaking.

They used me until I was limp and dripping and barely able to hold myself up.

Eventually the rhythm slowed. The taller one pulled out of my mouth. The darker-haired one eased me off his cock. I collapsed onto the rug on my back, legs open, come leaking out of me onto the expensive fabric, chest heaving, lips swollen, body marked with fingerprints and spit and everything they’d left on me.

They stood over me for a moment, both still half-hard, looking down like they were committing the picture to memory. No one spoke. The darker-haired one reached down and dragged two fingers through the mess between my legs, then pushed them into my mouth so I could taste all three of us mixed together. I sucked weakly.

After that they moved quietly.

Clothes were gathered. Belts buckled. Shirts pulled on. I stayed where I was, too wrecked to move, watching through half-lidded eyes as they prepared to leave.

Neither of them touched me again. Neither of them said a name or a number or a single word about seeing me later. The taller one glanced at me once more from the doorway of the private elevator. The darker-haired one didn’t look back at all.

The elevator doors slid shut.

Silence settled over the penthouse like they’d never been there.

I lay alone on the rug in a stranger’s luxury apartment, naked, sore, leaking, the taste of both of them still in my mouth, the city lights still glittering beyond the glass. My phone was somewhere in the pile of my discarded clothes. Richard’s text from earlier still sat unread in my message history. The bruises from his hands the night before ached under the newer ones they’d just left.

I didn’t know their names.

I didn’t know how I’d get home.

All I knew was that my body felt used in a way that made the earlier nights with Richard feel almost careful by comparison—and that the emptiness they left behind was starting to throb like a fresh craving.