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 I shook my head, breathing hard against the table. “No… never…”Alex’s voice came from somewhere behind me, tight and rough. “She hasn’t. But she’s gonna take it for you. Look how her pussy is dripping just from your fingers in her ass. She’s leaking all over the floor already.”Ryan laughed low and dirty. He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of his zipper, then the rustle of his clothes being pushed down. A second later I felt the hot, blunt head of his cock pressing right against my asshole. He rubbed it up and down, smearing more spit and his own precum over the tight ring, getting it slick.“Push back on it,” he said. “Open up for me. Let me in that tight ass.”I did. I relaxed as much as I could and pushed back slowly against him. The head of his cock breached me and the stretch burned hot and sharp, bigger than his fingers. I gasped, my han

 Scott stayed quiet, but when I leaned over to refill his glass his hand brushed the inside of my thigh, right where the cum was dripping. He didn’t say anything, but his fingers pressed there for a second, feeling how wet and messy I was. My pussy clenched hard at the touch.I wasn’t watching the cards. My mind was spinning. My ass felt open and used, still slowly pushing out Ryan’s cum. My pussy was aching, empty, throbbing with how turned on I still was. I kept thinking about Scott — quiet Scott — and what he might do when he won. Would he want my mouth? My pussy? Would he make me ride him while the others watched?The hand went on. I kept moving, kept pouring, kept feeling their hands on me. Alex’s hand stayed on my hip a lot, squeezing like he was proud of how much of a mess I already was. Ben made more comments about my leaking ass. Ryan kept smirking like he knew exactly how full I still felt.Then Scott wo

I opened my mouth. Ben pushed his cock past my lips and straight into my throat in one thrust. I gagged hard around him, my throat tightening. He held my head in place with both hands and started fucking my mouth, deep and steady. Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his stomach and I gagged again. Saliva poured out around his cock and ran down my chin onto my tits.Now I was suspended between them — Ryan holding my waist and fucking my pussy hard, Ben holding my shoulders and fucking my throat. My body rocked between them with every thrust. Ryan’s cock was stirring up all the cum inside me, making it leak out in thick globs that ran down his shaft and dripped onto the floor. Ben’s cock was stretching my throat, making wet choking sounds every time he went deep.“Fuck, look at her,” Ryan panted. He was thrusting up into me hard, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them while he fucked me. “Taking cock in both ends. Her pussy’s so full of cum it’s leaking all over m

Soon it was time for dinner. He had put on a shirt this time, but it didn’t really hide anything. The fabric stretched tight across his chest and arms every time he moved, and I kept catching myself staring at how the buttons pulled a little when he reached for something. The food smelled amazing. He’d made pasta with this creamy sauce and grilled chicken on the side. It tasted even better than it looked.We sat across from each other at the small kitchen table. He asked me about college—how my classes were going, if I liked my professors, if I was making friends. Normal dad questions. But the way he listened, really listened, with those grey eyes on my face, made my stomach feel fluttery and my pussy clench under the table. I tried to keep my answers normal too, but my mind kept drifting back to earlier. The hug. The way he stared at my ass. The way his cock had felt hard against my belly. The way he’d called me baby girl like it meant something different now.At some point I noticed

His voice was rougher than usual, low from the exercise. It went straight between my legs.“Morning,” I said, trying to sound normal. My eyes dropped before I could stop them. The tank top was soaked. I could see the shape of his chest, the way the sweat made his skin shine. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, tipped his head back, and drank. I watched his throat work, watched a drop of sweat slide down from his jaw and disappear under the collar of the tank.Then he set the bottle down and peeled the tank top off in one smooth pull. The fabric dragged up over his head, slow enough that I saw every inch of him come into view. His bare chest was right there again, broad and hard, skin still shiny with sweat from the run. A thin line of it slid down the center of his chest, catching in the dark hair that ran down his stomach and disappeared into the low waistband of his running shorts. I couldn’t look away. My mouth went dry, then wet. I licked my lips without even meaning to,