Extra Tickets

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset about this!” John arrogantly protested as I angrily stood from my chair and tossed my napkin on the table. “Why is it a big deal if we wrap up dinner so I can head to the game with the guys? I mean, come on, it’s the middle of the pennant race!” My eyes looked from our entrees — freshly arrived at the table — to the restaurant bar where three of John’s friends beckoned him to join them, tapping their watches impatiently.

The temperature of our argument had risen quickly as John doubled down and dug in that he’d done nothing wrong in abruptly bailing on our date to leave for a baseball game. The fact we were out to dinner to celebrate my promotion — and raise! — seemed irrelevant to him in waging his defense. That I’d been forced to wait for and reschedule tonight’s date three times because of John’s unpredictable work commitments also failed to register with him as a factor in my frustration at his allowing his friends to intrude on our time together.

Without leaving his seat, John reached across the table and grabbed my wrist. “Like I said, I’d ask them if you can come, but I’m sorry, they don’t have an extra ticket. Jeez, calm down…” Surely, at some level, John must have realized his mistake before those two lethal words passed his lips, but by the time his eyes slowly blinked in agonized recognition, I had twisted my hand free of his grasp and snatched my handbag from the chair.

Bending over the table toward John, letting the plunging V-neck of my dress wilt downward to flaunt my ripe, bra-less tits — a mesmerizing reminder of what he would not be partaking in tonight because of his choices — I delivered my cutting goodnight to my boyfriend. “I’m gonna go ‘calm down’ somewhere else. Enjoy your night out with your douchebag friends.” I whirled toward the exit, glanced over my shoulder to deliver my parting shot, “Call me when — if! — you grow up!” then fiercely stalked through the dining room out to the street.

Outside, I breathed deeply, letting the fall night air cool my flushed cheeks and chest. I strode purposefully away down the sidewalk, unsure of where I was headed but unwilling to appear so in case John was watching through the restaurant’s glass front doors — like he should be! “God! He can be such an idiot!” I hissed aloud to the surprise and amusement of other pedestrians.

My bright blue pumps clicked crisply on the sidewalk, the steps striking quickly as I hurried to the intersection. I paused at the crossing, reading the street signs, and pondering my next move. Clear of the cover of buildings, the wind gusted down the open street. I hunched my shoulders and rubbed my bare arms against the autumn chill; the body-hugging yellow polyester of my sleeveless dress did nothing to block the cold, and, in my huff, I’d forgotten my jacket at the restaurant. Fighting to stop my teeth from chattering, I cursed John’s rudeness for causing my own mental lapse.

I tried and failed to hail five cabs in a row. “What’s the good in foregoing a bra if I can’t even get a cabbie to stop?!” I wondered, flummoxed at the failure of my dress’s short hemline and deep cleavage to attract a driver’s attention when I needed it. I racked my brain for options. I certainly couldn’t walk the three miles uptown to my apartment in these heels. After another glance at the cross-streets, an idea kindled in my cold brain and my stiffening fingers typed out a text. My friend Lucy worked a couple nights a week as a bartender at a fancy hotel a few blocks away; hopefully she was working tonight, otherwise I remained at the mercy of the oblivious cabbies.

“Tell me you’re working tonight! Can I come hang out?” I prayed that she had picked up a Friday shift, and that she wasn’t too busy to check her phone. I was relieved to see the ‘responding’ bubble pop-up immediately.

“Hey hottie! You’re always welcome, and tonight is dead AF so please come entertain me!” I looked to the sky in thanks and tucked my wavy red hair out of my face behind my ear. Confirming I’d see her in a few minutes, I silenced my phone and put it away in my purse, then hurried through the intersection and down the six blocks to the hotel.

Ten minutes later, the smiling doorman tipped his cap as I passed through the front doors. “Brisk out there tonight, eh, Miss?” he greeted me, his eyes following the jiggling march of my rack beneath the clingy yellow dress. I politely returned his smile, scoffing in my head “Sure, ‘now’ they’re drawing attention!”, then crossed the large lobby toward the bar. Near the bank of elevators, people were arranging folding tables in a ‘U’ in front of a stack of boxes. I hurried past; I had urgent griping to do with Lucy.

As I approached the bar doors, confusion mounted in my mind. Lucy had clearly said it was a quiet night; in fact, she’d basically begged me to come because it was ‘dead AF’. But from outside the doorway, the crowded bar rumbled with rowdy voices. I entered and saw the booths and pub tables packed with bodies. Every cluster of patrons seemed to simultaneously interact with each of the surrounding groups, until the din of the room hung in the air like smog. I noticed that everyone in the boisterous crowd was dressed head-to-toe in blue and gold, which could explain the friendliness between parties.

Grappling my way through the mob to the bar, I wedged myself into an open stool between pulsing knots of bodies. Behind the bar, Lucy scurried between customers. The wall of arms waved over the rail like a forest of sea anemones, every person frantically trying to draw Lucy’s attention, brandishing a card or a fistful of cash. She somehow spotted me in the crowd and conveyed “I’ll talk to you in a minute” with her frenetic eyes. With my arms crossed on the counter to defend my position, I nodded in reply, wearing an expression of astonishment at the bar’s crowded condition.

Lucy approached my spot, handing out beer bottles as she went. Grinning mischievously as I held her eye-contact, I propped my D-cups invitingly on top of my crossed forearms. The plump globes swelled out of the open V of my dress, the exposed flesh screaming for attention above the racket. “Who do I have to fuck to get a drink around here?!” I jokingly demanded, shouting to make my voice heard.

“Damn, baby!” she laughed while holding up one ‘just a second’ finger to twenty customers at once. “You know most nights I’d bend you over the bar, myself…” she started fixing a vodka soda without my asking, “But tonight got fucking crazy!”

“Yeah, when did this happen? Fifteen minutes ago, you said it was dead!” I took my drink and sipped through the doubled cocktail straw as she answered.

“It was! Then…” Lucy threw out her arms in bewilderment. “They’re all State fans — I guess there’s a game in town tomorrow — hence the matching color scheme. This is the official team hotel or whatever. I gotta get back to work… But hey! At least you fit in! Well, your outfit at least…” She pushed a backup drink into my hand, then kissed her fingers and touched them to my cheek before rushing back up the gauntlet of customers.

I sipped my drink, a little bummed that my friend was too busy to listen to me grouse about my dud of a boyfriend. At least Lucy would take home plenty of tips tonight. I watched her slender figure move as she gracefully whirled behind the counter, serving each customer in turn. A pretty girl in a bar full of thirsty football fans stood to make a killing with a crowd like this. “But what did she mean ‘my outfit’ fits in?” I pondered. “Why would I not otherwise…”

A woman bumped my hip as she fought for space at the bar, interrupting my train of thought. I glanced over and saw her glittery gold pants paired with a blue jersey tied off above her waist; my heels and dress definitely matched the clothes of the partisan crowd. The woman excitedly embraced someone on her other side, her butt jarred my leg every time she moved. By the time I finished my first cocktail, I had talked myself into blaming John for my choked surroundings in this noisy bar, rather than the quiet bistro where my canard a l’orange was going uneaten. The only small consolation was that I’d stuck him with the check. “Idiot…” I muttered under my breath, not realizing how much my voice carried despite the noise of the room.

“Shit, sorry! Did I bump you?” The man beside me loudly apologized in response, though I was certain his arm had barely brushed mine while he vied for Lucy’s attention. I turned toward him, my eyes scanning upward longer than anticipated as he towered above my seated figure. The striking black stranger smiled down at me and extended one hand while pointing to his chest with the other, “Ghalen!” He lowered his face next to mine and still had to raise his voice to be heard.

“Sarah!” I shouted back. His hand enveloped mine as we shook. Pointing behind the bar, I suggested, “I know her! Let me get her!” Waving my hand at Lucy, I hooked my thumb at Ghalen. She nodded and mouthed “He’s cute; he’s next!” Blushing and rolling my eyes, I held out my hand to introduce Ghalen as Lucy approached.

He ordered four beers and four shots, the name of which I didn’t catch, then Lucy spun away. Ghalen turned back to me while he waited. “You’re a lifesaver, Sarah! And I like your dress!” He indicated his own yellow polo with the mascot on the left chest. I nodded then pointed to the azure pumps on my feet. Ghalen’s eyes widened with enthusiasm. “Hell yeah! Go Tigers!” He pumped his fist to punctuate his cheer. I smiled back at the handsome stranger as though my outfit was intentional.

Lucy returned with a tray filled with shot glasses then set a quintet of beer bottles on the counter beside it. A quick count revealed she’d brought a matching number of shots. She waved off Ghalen’s money and tipped her head at me while explaining the extras, “She drinks for free,” then vanished back up the line to other passionately thirsty customers.

Ghalen placed my undrunk cocktail on his tray in the center of the shots. “Looks like you’re joining us; don’t worry, everybody else is almost as cool as me. Can you carry the tray to our table while I take the beers and clear the trail?” I cast a final look behind the swamped bar after Lucy’s back, then nodded as I set my pocketbook on the tray next to the drinks and surrendered my stool to another impatient fan.

The crowd parted to allow Ghalen’s imposing form to pass, and I slipped along close in his wake to the back of the bar. A horseshoe-shaped booth with three other black men, each dressed in bright blue and/or gold, awaited us. They grinned in anticipation as their friend returned, then their eyes widened as I emerged from the throng. The man on one end rose and held out an inviting arm. I set the tray on the table, took my wallet off the tray, and scooted across the red vinyl cushion until I reached the middle. Ghalen followed me into the seat, and the man returned to his spot at the end.

While three new sets of eyes inquisitively assessed my arrival and my dress, Ghalen handed me my glass then dispersed the shots and beers among the group. The three men and their six bulging eyes stared from their friend to me and back again, insistently demanding the explanation that Ghalen seemed mockingly hesitant to deliver. Finally, he broke his aloof act and introduced me.

“Guys, meet Sarah. In addition to absolutely slaying in her Tigers-branded outfit, Sarah got us free drinks at the bar!” It was quieter at the back of the room, and I could clearly hear his deep voice even though he had adopted a more conversational volume. At the news of free booze, the others became even more agreeable to my dress and me joining them. I was promptly introduced to Lamonte, Douglas, and Urick. Each friend had a similarly daunting physique to Ghalen’s, and, despite my petite size, it was a tight fit cramming all five of us into the booth.

Lamonte, seated against my left side, peeked under the table to reevaluate my shoes. “So, your outfit… is that intentional?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but Urick, beside him, clarified. “He means are you wearing that because you’re a fan of the team.”

“Oh! At the risk of disappointing you guys, I didn’t know State was playing tonight — I mean, tomorrow. I haven’t been following the college season all that closely…”

“So, you’re here, dressed like that in blue and gold, totally by accident?” Lamonte iterated, disbelieving.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, though, mine is maybe more of a ‘lemon yellow’ than gold…” I sipped my drink.

Douglas, the man on the end who had stood to let us in the booth, found the coincidence riotously entertaining. “At least now you kinda fit in…” He managed between fits of laughter.

“Okay, why do people keep saying that?!” I demanded. “That I can only fit in because of my outfit?!” The four men bit their lips, holding in more laughter as they exchanged a teasing glance among the group.

“Sarah,” Ghalen paused, trying to assign an appropriate tone of patience to his words. “State is an Historically Black University. The Memorial — the game tomorrow against A&M — is an annual charitable event for HBCU scholarship programs. So, when someone says, ‘your clothes fit in, but you don’t’, well…”

At his prompting, I scanned the crowded room. To my embarrassment, I realized every face in the room except mine (and Lucy’s, out of sight behind the bar) was black. “I am such a dumbass…” I muttered, smacking my forehead with my palm.

“Hey! Careful with that pretty face, girl! It’s okay not to know everything about sports.” Urick insisted. “Besides, as former players in the program we have the authority to forgive lapses in fandom, you know, in extraordinary circumstances.” As I reassessed the large bodies surrounding me, their status as former players made a lot of sense.

“Yeah, you don’t have to be Maria Taylor when you’re dressed like that!” Douglas toasted me with his beer, settling his eyes in the valley of cleavage splitting my dress’s yellow bodice as he drank.

“The important thing is that you’re here with us, and — whether on purpose or by divine providence — wearing the right colors!” Ghalen was wedged tightly against my hip in the booth as our group struggled not to overflow the half-circle bench. The canary hem of my skirt crept up my white thigh with the friction of his leg and the vinyl seat. “And besides, you got us free drinks! Nobody’s gonna argue with that!” He lifted his shot glass in one hand as he placed his other hand on my back where my dress’s full-length zipper ended at my bare spine.

The four of them raised their glasses in salute. My breath caught and my heart skittered at the velvety touch of Ghalen’s fingers on my exposed back. Swallowing a moan, I forced on an animated smile and grabbed my shot. “To the Tigers!” I suggested.

“To the Tigers!” The five of us shouted in unison. Each man took pains to clink his glass to mine. I tipped my head back and dumped the unidentified brown liquor to the back of my throat. Sweetness, then subtle burning, then a more pronounced, scraping burn filled my mouth. My eyes shut at the intense syrupy effect, and I reached blindly for my beer bottle, which someone helpfully pushed into my grasp. Chasing with a mouthful of beer, I opened my eyes.

“Wow! What did I just put in my mouth?!” I exclaimed.

“Probably not the first time she had to ask that…” Lamonte snickered, his joke almost lost in the din of the bar.

“Hey now!” I protested through giggles, giving his wrist a playful slap. “That’s nasty!”

“That was a ‘Hot Damn!’, which, coincidentally, was our reaction when we met State’s prettiest new fan.” Douglas flirted. I blushed at the flattery but gestured with my hand insisting on a list of ingredients.

“Vodka, rum, whiskey… oh, and OJ. You know, for vitamins.” Lamonte filled in.

“Jeez…” I blinked twice and swigged the last of my beer to clear my mouth and steady my head. “Too many more of those and somebody’ll have to carry me home.”

“Well, I’ll go get the next round!” Urick urgently volunteered, bursting up from the booth and slicing through the crowd toward the bar with astonishing grace for a big man in a congested space.

“It’s been a while since our playing days, but I think any of us could handle you…” Lamonte mused, taking a drink to cover his smirk at the clumsy innuendo.

With our group momentarily reduced by one, Lamonte and I spread out into Urick’s empty spot. Ghalen also moved, giving Douglas room on the other end, but his hip and ribs stayed closely pressed against my right side. His hand returned to the exposed skin between my shoulders, his fingertips sending chills down my spine as they bumped lightly over my vertebrae. I returned to my vodka cocktail and lifted the glass to my mouth to give my nervous hands something to do.

“Anyway, speaking of ‘home’, ‘carrying’, and so on,” Lamonte casually sipped his beer before continuing the question. “If you didn’t come here as a State fan, why are you all dressed up?”

“I was out to dinner… uh, with my boyfriend.” I stopped to take a fortifying sip of vodka before I picked up the story. I felt Ghalen’s fingers pause their stroking at my mention of a boyfriend but returned to their soft figure-eights as I resumed talking. “We were at this place a couple blocks away — we were supposed to be celebrating my promotion and raise — but he was cutting dinner short to go to the baseball game with his friends.” The three listened intently as I overshared about the fight. “So, I told him to grow up and stormed out. But of course, in my righteous fury I forgot my jacket, then I couldn’t get a cab in the cold, so I came here to visit Lucy at work as a last resort.” My dramatic monologue completed, I looked around the group and fidgeted with the straw in my drink, embarrassed at my lengthy divulgence.

Lamonte gave me another slow scope from my blue heels to the curves bulging beneath my formfitting yellow outfit, to the wavy auburn hair gently draped behind my shoulders and my meticulously made-up face. “You showed up to a date with your boyfriend, looking like this,” he exaggeratedly drew his face upwards again, as if scanning me from top to bottom, “and he ditched you for baseball?” I nodded ‘yes’.

“Damn! Girl, I can only imagine one scenario with you where I’d be desperately trying to think about baseball!” Douglas responded with a wicked grin. I stared vacantly for an absorbed moment before I caught on to the lewd joke. Giggling “Oh my god, you’re so bad!”, I reached across Ghalen and landed a kittenish punch on Douglas’s muscular arm.

“But anyway,” Douglas continued while teasingly rubbing the damage left by my puny fist, “when you got mad and left — like you should have! — he just let you go? Sat there and watched you walk out? Dressed to kill and mad as all hell?!” I nodded ‘yes’ again, and the two exchanged a lengthy silent stare as their cheeks puffed with stifled laughter.

“What an idiot!” Douglas and Lamonte blurted out in almost perfect unison before collapsing on the table in hysterics. My crimson lips grinned with venom-edged-mirth as I laughed with them. ‘Glad I’m not the only one who thinks John fucked up.’ I thought to myself.

Ghalen’s hand strummed more enthusiastically on my back at the news that John was in trouble. “Oh! So, I guess I wasn’t the ‘idiot’ then!” he chuckled, recalling our introduction. I turned my smiling gaze up to his face and playfully nudged my shoulder into his chest. His hand left my back and cupped the soft flesh of my arm and shoulder, clutching me against him. Warm, giddy bubbles fizzed merrily in my belly at his touch.

Urick returned bearing a teeming tray of beer bottles and more brown shots. Setting the tray on the table, his eyes scanned the snickering group interrogatively. “What’d I miss? What’s got y’all tittering mischievously like a sewing circle?”

Douglas composed himself as he helped pass shots down the row. “Sarah’s boyfriend pissed her off, so she marched out of their date and right into our lives.”

After an unhurried study of my dress and body, Urick snorted, “Man, what an idiot!” His independent verification set the group cackling once more. “Well, if that means she’s free tomorrow, do we want to see if she wants our spare ticket?”

“Oh, man! She’d be a huge improvement over Gordon and his lame last minute work trip.” Lamonte endorsed. “Besides, she already has a fire outfit for the game! So, what do you say: wanna let us make you a Tigers fan?”

I nodded a resounding ‘yes’. “Oh yeah, I’m totally in!” I considered Lamonte’s line about my dress. “Though, I might poke through my closet for something a little more appropriate for a stadium.”

Ghalen tapped the neck of his empty bottle against his new beer to draw everyone’s attention. “Fellas, fellas, this calls for another toast.” We each raised our glasses.

“What are we drinking to?” I asked, his muscular arm still wrapped around my shoulder.

He cleared his throat as he raised his shot. “To making Sarah a Tigers fan!”

“Hear, hear!” They all approved. I nodded and raised my glass, again noting the care with which each man ensured they touched my glass with theirs. I tilted my head again and tossed the liquor into the back of my mouth. The sweetness and burning of another ‘Hot Damn!’ filled my jaws, though it was tempered this time by my increasing buzz.

I banged the empty shot glass down on the table. “Hot damn!” I hooted, jubilantly thrusting my arms above my head. My new friends loudly applauded my gusto, their cheers also likely appreciative of the energetic bobbling of my bra-less tits beneath the tight dress as I showboated.

“Man, she parties like a Tiger!” Lamonte observed. I winked in reply as I brought my fresh beer bottle to my lips, my neck nestled comfortably in the crook between Ghalen’s arm and ribs.

“Yeah, I think she has a lot of promise.” Urick agreed. “Just like this young Tigers team!” We all enthusiastically clinked bottles to the success of the program.

The conversation diverted to tomorrow’s game, the former team members discussing present players, opponents, coaches, and strategy, while mixing in plenty of ‘back when we’ history. As I listened, I started feeling the volume of my five-plus drinks pressing downwards. Surveying the bar, I was dismayed to see that the line for the ladies’ room extended into the crowd. I squirmed uncomfortably, my butt squeaking on the vinyl as the distress in my bladder mounted.

“You alright?” Ghalen asked, noticing my body moving against him. I nodded stoically, but he followed my gaze to the line and understood. “Ah, I get it. Why don’t you use our room? Here,” he lifted the hip on my side, “reach in and grab the room key.” He chuckled when he saw my reluctance to put my hand in his pocket. “I can’t get to it in this cramped booth. I promise you won’t find anything in there that’ll bite.”

I nodded and obeyed, wriggling my hand into his pocket. My fingertips felt the smooth plastic card, then beyond it, bumped against a firm, broad tube on the other side of the liner. Gasping in embarrassed surprise, I lingered for an intrigued second, then hastily withdrew my hand with the key.

Noticing the blush spread through my cheeks, Ghalen smiled down at me as he spoke, “There, see? Found what you need. Room 516.” Then he gestured for Douglas to get up from the bench and led me out of the booth. He reached low to steady me as I stood, and for a tantalizing moment his hands cupped and squeezed the round hocks of my ass. I sucked in a sharp breath between my teeth, and after stabilizing myself on the towering stilettos, shakily told the group I’d be right back.

Outside the crowded bar with my clutch in one hand and the key in the other, my ears rang in the comparatively silent lobby. I passed the folding tables I’d seen on my way in, now piled with State gear for sale. Making a note that I should buy a shirt or something on my way back, since I’d committed to going to the game — and my bodycon dress and stilettos were absolutely not coming with me to a football stadium, no matter how enthusiastic my new friends were about my outfit — I pushed the ‘UP’ button then rode the empty elevator to the fifth floor.

Room 516 was around a bend in the middle of the hallway. A pang in my bladder hustled me through the door as fast as my high heels would allow. Once inside, I took a quick glance around the standard room — two queen beds, windows at the far end with the curtains drawn, and across from the beds, a TV on the dresser, a chair and a floor lamp beside that — then ducked into the water closet.

I washed my hands at the marble sink, then opened my clutch to check my phone, seeing multiple texts along with three missed calls. As I mulled how to respond, I caught a glimpse of myself in the wide mirror. The plunging V-neck of my dress framed the mouthwatering visible domes of my breasts, the bright yellow fabric seeming to emphasize the orbs’ curves by the contrast with my pale skin. North of the tempting display of cleavage, the smokey eyeshadow seductively framed my big blue eyes, and my crimson lips glistened plump and inviting. I turned, my heels clicking on the tile floor as I watched my bum bend delectably beneath the lemony embrace of the dress. Tousling my hair playfully as I flirted with my sultry reflection, I completed my inspective rotation before the mirror.

“Well, obviously I made friends easily, dressed like this.” I gawked at the mirror, then down at my phone’s screen. With a vindictive smirk, I decided I would leave John twisting for a night. He had fucked up, and I deserved to have fun — yes, flirtatious, amorous fun — with my new friends. The prospect of my new evening plans, having fun at the bar surrounded by four hot black guys, each of whom eagerly hung on my every word and movement, filled me with a buzz beyond any alcohol. I zipped the phone back into my clutch, leaving his texts unanswered. Recalling the consensus among the group, I repeated a last word at the sender of those ignored messages. “Idiot.”

I opened the bathroom door and ran headlong into Ghalen’s chest. Shocked, I stifled a scream by covering my mouth with my own hand.

“Startled you, huh?” His mouth bent into a friendly, hungry smile. “I came up to see if you needed any help.” He took a step toward me, and I edged backwards a half-step until my butt met the wall.

“No, I had everything handled. Thanks.” I gulped back. My breathing was elevated, my mouth dried out nervously, and my heart thumped wildly behind my ribs. I placed my hands to his chest as he neared, setting a scant resistance but not pushing him away.

Ghalen’s strong hands were on my hips now, girdling my waist as he advanced another step. He stood flat against me, his pelvis pushing my back and butt into the wall. His face, tilted down to meet my gaze, hung a foot above my own. I failed to swallow an elated sigh as his thumbs nipped into the soft flesh of my belly. My reaction encouraged him, his fingertips traced and plunked the waistline of my panties through the fabric of my dress.

“I think… uh, maybe we should get back…” I stuttered unconvincingly, and Ghalen’s smile widened to prove my argument’s futility. He pushed forward, and once again I felt the cylinder from his pocket, now prodding through his pants into my upper thigh. As he ground it against me, I gasped, feeling it harden and expand down his leg.

“Nah,” he replied quietly, his hands wedging between my ass and the wall, insistently clutching my cheeks. “Everything you need is right here.”

He lowered his face to mine, wrapping my mouth in an aggressive kiss that took my breath away with its boldness and suddenness. But as I responded, opening my lips to accept Ghalen’s kiss, my body did not react with surprise. My hands flattened and glided across his chest, over his shoulders, then clasped behind his neck. With my arms pulling him downward, he leaned against me, compressing me between his body and the wall.

His hands left their grip on my ass, skirting my waist back to my belly, then sliding north over my ribs until his palms rounded the slopes of my breasts. I felt him smile through his kiss, his lips bending at his delight at finally touching what he had desired since we met at the bar. I smiled in response, pushing out my chest to fill his wide hands. Our teeth clattered with our grinning kiss, our excited fervor causing a momentary breakdown of our mouths’ coordinated actions.

I sucked in eager breath as Ghalen’s thumb passed beyond the yellow fabric of my dress and reached the uncovered bulge of my tit framed in my deep, bare “V”. His palm quickly followed to my exposed flesh, then slipped under the yellow material to cup my whole breast. My nipple bent stiffly beneath his palm as he groped and toyed with my succulent globe.

His other arm snaked around my ribs, finding the zipper at the back of my dress. Clasping the tab in his thumb and forefinger, Ghalen patiently parted the metal teeth binding my dress together. He stopped when his hand and the slide reached the dip at the small of my back, just before the rise of my butt. Its closure released, the dress sagged off my shoulders and molted forward. The hand that had unzipped me now rose up my emerging bare back and tugged the wide strap of my dress off my shoulder and down my arm. His other hand push-pulled at the front of my dress from inside its bodice, forcing the slacked band off my other shoulder. Giggling as I pulled my arms from the straps of the deflated yellow pelt, the top half of my dress collapsed forward and hung from my waist.

Pausing to admire my naked breasts in the light of the hotel room corridor, Ghalen hastily progressed. Scooping up handfuls of my rack, he crashed face-first into my chest. His mouth and tongue careened frantically across my tits, lapping at the pale flesh of my mounds and sucking on my erect pink nipples. I pitched my head back against the wall, feeling the rough texture of the grasscloth paper snag in my auburn ringlets. Deep, passionate moans churned up from my belly into my throat. My fingernails clawed at his neck and the back of his head pulling his devouring mouth harder down onto my tits.

Driven into a lustful fury at the feel of his lips and tongue, I rushed to pull up handfuls of his polo, finding the bare skin of his muscular back and scratching my nails down to his waist. There my hands traveled to the front of his slacks, rabidly pawing at the bulge down his leg while tearing at his belt and fly. As his pants relented, I thrust my hand through the Y-ed zipper, rewarding my fingers with an overflowing grip of his swollen member. Delighted at the feel of his girth, my fingers stroked his shaft while I pushed his pants down his legs. Without lifting his mouth from my bust, Ghalen stepped out of his wilted pants and then kicked away his shoes.

Tasting my breasts a last time, Ghalen straightened and allowed me to drag his shirt off over his head. The naked black stranger clasped my hands and walked backwards, towing me further into his hotel room. He rounded the first bed and stepped into the space between the quilted queens. Still leading me by our clasped hands, he guided me onto the nearer mattress. My knees scuffed across the soft, blue comforter as I crawled across the bed. The displaced top of my dress straggled across the bed beneath me, trailing from my waist.

When my knees reached the middle of the mattress, he stopped me. Releasing my hands, he caught my shoulders and coached the top half of my body forward until I set like a table on my hands and knees across the foot of the bed. My D-cups hung buoyantly beneath me, heavy but firm as they dangled below my ribs. His fingers lifted my chin until my big, blue eyes looked up into his dark ones. His thumb brushed across my plump, red mouth, then pulled down on my lower lip and opened my jaws.

“Mmmm, baby. Show me how big a fan you are.” Ghalen instructed, keeping his hand beneath my chin. He stepped forward; his rigid manhood swayed proudly from between his legs. Gripping the pole in his free hand, he directed the tip into my open, waiting mouth. The thick cock weighed on my tongue, filling my mouth as it barged through. As my jaws filled with hard, black meat, viscid saliva flooded my mouth, coating the bulgy intruder and lubricating its length. Ghalen continued his advance until his head banged into my palate, choking me, and adding to the drooly coating on his dick. Pushing me lightly away, he withdrew until the glans popped free of my lips, glistening and foamy with my slobber.

I swallowed deep breaths until his hips pivoted toward me again. Opening my mouth, I relaxed my jaw and throat, letting the huge black cock pass into the back of my throat. Ghalen held there, soaking his pipe in my flooding mouth until I gagged and gasped for air. He relented again, his tip dragging out streamers of beaded drool from my jaws that broke and spattered in dots on my red-painted lips.

A wavy lock of ginger hair fell across my face as I gasped for unobstructed breaths. Ghalen’s fingers delicately tucked the wayward hair behind my ear, then gripped both my temples in his palms. His dick leapt forward without the guidance of his hand, and my open lips chased after his glans before wrangling it into my mouth. With his pipe embedded in my mouth, he drove his hips toward me while his grip on my head held my face in place to receive him.

His arms flexed, pulling my head forward and towing the rest of my body with it. I rocked forward on my hands and knees, feeling his cock plowing into my mouth then sliding a partial retreat until only the tip remained concealed within my lips. He repeated the thrust-and-pull motion, training me to pitch on all fours in service of his prick. I was a quick learner, energetically reeling on the hotel bed, moaning blithely around the black cock that filled my mouth and throat. Ghalen’s hands rested on the sides of my head, holding my face forward so my vision was filled his abdomen and whatever length of his shaft wasn’t in my mouth. But he delegated all movement to my body.

My knees hinged, rolling my body forward and back. Dragged by the motion in my haunches, my lips hugged the length of his dick. Traveling from base to tip, my plump lips stretched around his shaft, my painted mouth wrapped so tightly that only my satisfied moans could escape. My heavy tits trailed the momentum of my body and swung counter to the direction of my back, swaying ripely beneath me. Inside my mouth, my tongue slithered and twisted around his length, screwing around his rod, and twirling around the base of his head.

“Fuck,” Ghalen’s extended, pleasured groan broke the stillness of the room. Otherwise, the only sound in the suite was the “gyerk, mmm… gyerk, mmm… gyerk, mmm…” as I slurped and whined along his pipe. I paused at my furthest point, keeping only his glans behind my lips as my tongue lashed and swirled his sensitive tip. “Fuck!” he repeated, his hands still gripping my temples, digging his fingertips into my red waves.

Staring up at his panting expression, I held his gaze as my mouth advanced down his length. Rocking forward on my knees, my lips labored down his shaft until my nose tickled his pelvis. His head jammed the back of my throat. Still gazing up at him, my bright blue saucers welled and ran with tears at the strain of his magnum packing my mouth. Finally, I couldn’t take any more, and relented, freeing my mouth with a gooey ‘pop’ and blowing out bubbly ribbons of slobber down my chin.

“God damn, you’re gonna be a lot of fun!” Ghalen breathlessly praised as he watched me recover. He whistled in appreciation of his view of my pale, bare back and tensed buttocks sheathed in clingy yellow cloth.

Catching my breath, my jaws keenly hunted down his wagging prick and captured him once more in my lips. Tamely closing my eyes as I cinched my lips around his girth, I rapidly regained my rhythm, rocking back on my knees to almost-withdraw, then dipping forward to take him back in. The black cock felt incredible as it filled my mouth, and warm, wet pleasure smeared down the insides of my thighs as I devotedly blew him. Ghalen’s hands still rested commandingly on my head, holding my face forward but shadowing the pace set by my knees and neck. My chorus of gratified moans and slobbery gulping resumed, broadcasting my enjoyment and enthusiasm for sucking the black stranger’s dick.

Above the feminine and slushy noises of my mouth, in the near-distance behind me I heard the buzz-clack of the room lock. My eyes opened, “Huhm?” I inquired. Ghalen nodded down at me in response, keeping my face pointed at his stomach. Muted footsteps padded across the carpeted floor, but the closeness of the interloper was revealed with the tinny clang of a belt-buckle. As the mattress depressed beneath the body behind me, I nodded my accepting response to Ghalen. I stilled my hips in invitation, bobbing my neck to move my mouth along Ghalen’s tool and closing my eyes submissively.

The snug skirt of my dress peeled up my thighs and bum until it met its earlier discarded top-half in a yellow roll of useless material ringing my waist. Besides the futile roll of fabric, I was wearing only my blue heels and a pearl white g-string. “Mmm, fucking nice…” I heard Lamonte rumble as his hands patted and caressed the pale mounds of my ass. “Very fucking nice.”

Gripping the string waist of my thong with both hands, Lamonte pried the panties over the domes of my buttocks, then let them drop into the bent corners of my knees. A chill ran up my spine as my soaking pussy was uncovered, but my mouth kept busily jogging up and down Ghalen’s shaft. The man behind me placed one hand on the cleft of my cheeks, then guided his rigid prick into my readied gash with the other.

“Hermph!” I squealed around Ghalen’s pole as the newly arrived black cock split my folds. My engorged slit clung desperately to the broad intrusion, the thrill of the second penetration poured excitement through my body. Lamonte gripped the loop of dress at my waist, using the harness to pull my hips back to him as he drove forward. His thick tool burrowed into my swamped pussy. Another muffled wail sounded from my stuffed mouth as he bottomed out inside me, then patiently backtracked.

“Oh shit, she’s a fan of that!” Ghalen celebrated as the humming of my pursed lips delighted his shaft.

“This trip gets better every year, man…” Lamonte chuckled in response, then thrust again. The round head of his prick bent my cavity, carving out space for itself inside me. Facing competition for use of me, Ghalen reasserted his grip on my head, pulling me away from his friend for his own cock’s benefit. In response, Lamonte’s hands on my hips pulled me back to meet his drives, clashing with Ghalen’s hold on my head. With my petite figure clinched between them, the two men wrestled for control of me.

My mouth excitedly pumped along Ghalen’s shaft; the tool shoved deeper into my jaws each time Lamonte crashed into my haunches. Though I no longer controlled the pace, the pleasure in my stretched cunny translated to the enthusiastic bobbing of my head. With each drive from Lamonte, I moaned amorously around the dick in my mouth. The scorching thrill of getting fucked at both ends by the huge, black strangers boiled over as my orgasm stormed through my tiny figure.

I wrenched my mouth free of Ghalen’s cock, desperately panting as my climax stretched electrically through my limbs. I screamed, an animal howl without syllables, as Lamonte’s pipe hammered deep in my throbbing pussy. Finding enough breath to speak, I beggingly urged him on. “Fuck me! God, just like that! I need it! Fuck, oh my god fuuuuuhk!” My words disintegrated into garbled braying, and my face dropped sluggishly to the bedspread, obscured behind a thicket of my sweaty red locks.

The admission that slipped from my mouth as my ecstasy crested, dissipated with my sex-choked breaths and might have been forgotten in my exhausted slump. My lips sought and again found Ghalen’s glans, groaning gladly as I took him back into my jaws. I closed my lids and sucked keenly as his fingers brushed my hair back from my face. His hands flattened on the dome of my skull but didn’t return to his previous hold. Rather, his palm patiently rested on my head as Lamonte’s thrusts slowed, then stopped and he withdrew, then Ghalen’s hand steadily pushed my mouth off of his dick.

My head whirled towards the sudden metallic clank and rustling of clothes behind me. To my shock, I found Douglas and Urick at the end of the room; Urick was seated in the chair besides the lamp. With his shoes and pants piled on the floor, Douglas was rushing to unbutton his shirt as he surveyed the scene on the bed. I deliberated whether the other men had entered with Lamonte, then silently waited, watching my performance with their friends, or if I had missed the sound of the door amid my own theatrical shrieks. Ultimately, I acknowledged, as Lamonte spun my hips and lay me on my back, it didn’t make a difference.

As Douglas stripped, I noticed Urick also had his dick out and was attentively stroking as he watched every ripple and bounce of my naked body. Lamonte stood and moved to the gap between beds, while Ghalen climbed onto the mattress to take his friend’s former place between my legs. His wrists twitched and my panties slipped the rest of the way to my ankles; the lace thong slid cleanly off my left foot but tangled around the stiletto point of my right heel. As his hands clasped beneath my knees and lifted my legs around his waist, Ghalen looked back over his shoulder at Urick.

“You sure you wanna sit this one out?” He asked his last clothed friend, teasing my freshly fucked slit with the tip of his cock, running the head between my folds but spurning to enter me yet.

The seated man chuckled, watching me writhe impatiently beneath his friend’s torment. Holding up his left hand, Urick indicated the gold band on his ring finger. “Nah, can’t.” He shook his head dolefully, though his right hand didn’t slow its stroking.

Douglas laughed as he joined Lamonte between the beds and addressed the man whose cock still glistened with my juices. “Oh yeah? And what’s your excuse then?”

I craned my neck, to find Lamonte as he stood behind me. My head dangled over the edge of the bed as Douglas joined him and the pair stood on either side of me. The band on Lamonte’s finger glinted.

“Man, everyone knows white girls don’t count!” he contended as he lowered his dick towards my mouth. “It’s like playing tennis with the net down!”

The four of them roared at Lamonte’s clever defense. I opened my mouth to laugh with them, but Lamonte stuffed his tip between my parted lips and muted me. His prick was soaked with the pungent taste of my cum. At the same time, Ghalen ended his teasing, pushing forward and spearing my dripping pussy on his thick cock. “Hergh!” I wailed around Lamonte’s pipe as Ghalen filled me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I crossed my heels behind him, eagerly clutching his body harder against me.

“I told you I had what you need.” He grunted as he began to thrust.

Douglas took one of my hands and directed me to stroke his shaft as I sucked the man beside him. His other hand reached to my bust, cupping an overflowing handful of my rippling globe. Observing his wide grin, Lamonte mimicked his friend and grabbed my other mound. The hands massaging my sensitive tits provided a pleasant, superficial kick, while the cock pumping in my pussy made me groan noisily as I traded my mouth to Douglas’s tool.

Ghalen uncoiled my legs from his waist, straightening my knees and hooking my ankles over his shoulders, without his cock leaving me. I spied my miniscule thong dangling from my heel behind his head. The lace scrap tickled against Ghalen’s neck, and he turned in amused annoyance to remove them. Untying the panties from my heel, he tossed them into Urick’s lap, then returned his focus to my body.

Posting his arms into the bed on either side of my ribcage as he leaned over me, he folded my body in half beneath him. My pussy shuddered as his cock drilled even deeper into me in our new position. His heavy balls slapped noisily against my taint with every powerful thrust. I huffed frantically, swapping my lips between the other men’s dicks while Ghalen fucked my pussy raw.

Folded beneath the large black stranger, my gash trembled with throbbing pleasure. While the enduring buzz of my first cum had lingered in the background while I traded partners and positions, Ghalen’s thunderous pounding from his downward angle was quick to rekindle that raging blaze. Douglas moved in directly above my mouth, positioning my upside-down face with one hand scooping beneath the base of my skull and the other gripping my gullet. His thick cock barreled through my mouth, past my tongue, then packed my throat. While his friend jackhammered my drenched pussy into climaxing submission, Douglas made greedy use of my mouth and throat, mining up a slurry of viscous drool.

I shakily stroked Lamonte’s shaft with my left hand. The bending motion of my elbow felt detached from the rest of my body, like a puppet’s movements in the periphery while my reality was consumed by the dominating black cocks in my mouth and pussy. Bug-eyed and maniacally clawing up fistfuls of bedding with my free hand, I screamed around Douglas’s rigid pole as Ghalen’s pummeling cock thrashed my pussy into paralyzing, peaking spasms. Gurgling for breath, I howled again, fizzing out bubbles of spit from my stretched lips that streaked in rivulets down my reddened cheeks.

With a squish, Douglas cleared my mouth and climbed around to the far side of the bed. After a rasping breath, I brought my foamy lips to Lamonte’s cock. Moaning warmly with the fading quakes of my orgasm, I swirled my tongue around his glans and massaged the pole in my pale fist while Ghalen’s thrusts slowed. Dropping my ankles from his shoulders, Ghalen dodged my blue stilettos as he lowered my legs and pulled his slicked cock out of my pussy. Lamonte tucked his hands in my armpits and lifted me, helped by Ghalen’s hands encircling my waist, as they righted me on the bed. Spying the half-closed zipper at the back of my displaced dress, Lamonte hastily whizzed the tab through the separating teeth and the garment dropped onto the bed in a lifeless, yellow heap.

Douglas lay on his side across the head of the mattress, the stack of pillows behind his back. He beckoned me up the bed and arranged me on my right hip and elbow with my back to him. I watched over my shoulder as Douglas slipped his hand between my snowy thighs, lifting my left leg into the air and fixing it there with his grip behind my knee. My eyes followed the pale line of my leg upwards, watching the room’s lights shimmer on the blue leather of my pump. Douglas’s black dick bumped between my thighs, energetic and hunting. With a flex of his hips, he redirected the head and drove his cock home into my dripping snatch.

Lamonte leaned his knees against the side of the mattress next to my head, brandishing his tool in front of my nose. Ghalen followed me up the bed and knelt alongside my angled body, pointing his rod toward my chin. I took both men in my hands, tugging them in concert, and licking each head in turn as Douglas began to churn his hips behind me. With long, even strokes lying on his side behind me, the third man unhurriedly fucked my taxed pussy. Spoiling himself, his supporting arm snaked under the gap below my ribs and hooked upwards to catch a fistful of my pillowy tit.

I peered over my shoulder to watch Douglas fuck me, admiring the debauched picture of my juices glistening on his thick pipe as it slid in and out of my soaked folds. Moaning lustfully, I returned to the cocks in my hands. My lips wrapped around Lamonte’s tip, flitting my tongue around the head as my fist churned along his length. Breaking away with a gasp of hot breath, I swapped my mouth to Ghalen at my left. My hand stroked his rod, pursued down the shaft by my lips then reversing to chase them back up to his tip. Ghalen reached past my bobbing head, squeezing a ripe handful of my unclaimed breast.

As I traded my eager mouth between my new friends’ black dicks, Douglas increased his pace. Thrusting from behind me, he swung his hips in a shorter arc, punching faster into me. The sharp slapping of his pelvis against my butt grew louder as his cadence careened toward a loss of control. I wailed around Lamonte’s pipe, my hands whirling along the two other cocks as Douglas thrashed my pussy into a screaming stupor.

Lifting my mouth free, I squealed filthy encouragement. “It’s so fucking good! You fuck my pussy so good!” I cried in stinging ecstasy. My bloated libido forced my mouth back to Ghalen’s dick, then quickly to Lamonte’s, trading rapidly with a wet ‘pop’ each time my lips smacked free. The warm tendrils of my recurrent orgasm seemed to reach every nerve in my body. My eyelids drooped and my senses slowed, though I was still aware of the rigid poles in my hands and Douglas thumping metrically behind me. I had nearly forgotten about Urick watching from his chair.

My lethargy vanished in an instant as a jellied whip of cum splattered across my nose and forehead, ending with a clump in my auburn hair. My confusion mounted as a quick accounting confirmed all three dicks were where I expected them. I looked up to see Urick’s grinning face in the towering distance above the spewing cock. He raised my thong to his nose, inhaling deeply from the damp lace crotch. Another rope splashed stickily against my cheek, then he lowered his aim and sullied my lips and chin with two more spurts.

“Man, what the fuck?” Lamonte challenged, giving the impression he would have backed away if not held in place by my grip on his erection.

Urick squeezed out a blob that skimmed off my chin and landed on my wrist. “What? This isn’t cheating…” I leaned forward and took his tip in my mouth, twirling my tongue and lapping up the stray drops from his prick. He concluded, “And that’s just housekeeping…” then backed away toward his chair.

“Well, whatever ‘that’ was, you almost got me with a ricochet!” Lamonte continued, pointing to dots of white gel on the quilt near his knee. As I visualized how the three men had shared and swapped my holes for the last hour, I chirped “Yeah, wouldn’t want things to get weird…”

Douglas landed a loud spank on my ass then pointed at me. “Hey! That smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.” I winked and shimmied my booty in reply. Douglas leaned away from my back, his prick slithering out of me as his body turned while I remained on my right side. Lamonte scampered onto the bed and around my body, flopping on his back beside me then throwing pillows off the bed to clear space around his head.

Grabbing my arm, Lamonte twisted me towards him. The sudden movement disturbed the caked cum on my cheek and chin, dribbling more gummy dots on the bedspread. “Can I get a towel?” I asked as I let myself be rolled. Lamonte’s grip shifted to the back of my leg, pulling my trunk on top of him so that I straddled his lap. Dipping my hips slowly, I felt his cock slip home into my gash. “Fuck,” I purred, content to have my pussy filled once more. His hands greedily took hold of my tits as I leaned over him.

Ghalen stood up on the bed to my side, reached down and took his turn smacking my perky bum. “You can clean up after we’re finished.” His grin widened as Douglas rose on my other side.

I straightened in my seat as the two men shuffled inward. Stretching my wings, I took a dick in each hand, timing the strokes of my arms to balance me as I rose and fell on Lamonte’s pipe. The gluey spunk on my face dribbled and seeped as my body shook. With my hands fluttering at my sides, I bucked and swiveled on Lamonte’s cock, servicing the three black strangers while fiddling my own tired pussy toward a depraved finale.

Leaning to my left, my mouth slipped over the head of Ghalen’s dick. My left hand braced at the base of his shaft, holding the cock in place in my mouth while my body sprang. To my right side, my arm flapped, my hand stroking Douglas’s pole. Slowing pulling my mouth off of Ghalen’s tip, I rotated and engulfed Douglas in my bright red lips. My left hand stroked Ghalen’s spit-slicked rod while my lips and tongue hauled over Douglas’s prick.

Ghalen orbited behind me, pausing my butt in mid-air as I rode Lamonte. I froze, my mouth still wrapped around Douglas’s shaft as my eyes followed the man behind me. As Ghalen positioned himself on his knees at my rear, I freed my mouth to speak.

“Do you wanna fuck my ass?” I shocked myself by asking it out loud, as if the black cock in my pussy was bewitching me to speak in tongues. Ghalen seemed surprised too but nodded confidently. “Mmm, do it…” I cheered back at him, then slid three fingers into my mouth, gathered a wad of slimy drool, and smeared it over my rosebud. I returned my hand to Douglas’s cock but waited for the other man’s move before reengaging my jaws.

Ghalen laid a steadying hand at the cleft of my cheeks, then guided his tip to the clenched ring of my backdoor. There, he hesitated politely. Taking a deep breath, I nodded my okay, pumping Douglas in my fist to show everyone I was ready. Ghalen’s thick head wedged against the stubborn knot of my anus; the rim surrendered with a stretching, pinching ache as he entered me.

“Yeee fuhh!” I groaned, squinting my eyes shut and clinging to Douglas’s shaft like a handgrip to hold myself upright. Fighting off the urge to collapse, I levered my hips and backed my sphincter onto Ghalen’s cock. As I met his patient upward progress, his shaft burrowed into my asshole while my pussy lowered and filled with Lamonte’s pipe. Gulping at the doubled exertion, I moved my mouth forward to swallow Douglas’s cock once again. He bent his knees to sink his groin towards my mouth. Stroking his rod in my hand, my lips snugly crawled down his length then back to his tip.

“Shit, I can’t believe your boyfriend ditched you for some ballgame…” Douglas muttered as my tongue swirled around his cock.

“I wonder who’s winning…” Lamonte chuckled beneath me.

I released Douglas from my mouth for an instant, “Mmm, fuck him; I’m winning!” I moaned, then returned my lips to their close grip on the third black cock. All four friends exuberantly agreed.

With all three holes in use, I started increasing the pace and depth of my plunges. The black pipes in my ass and slit stretched and pulled me, stinging and thrilling as they surged and retreated. Excited moans buzzed from my belly and vibrated out my lips into Douglas’s cock in my mouth. I opened my eyes, watching Douglas cast his head back and moan in his enjoyment.

My excitement mounted, and I bounced on my knees, rearing back onto Lamonte and Ghalen and fucking myself on their rigid cocks. The men matched my quickening pace, Lamonte’s hands squeezing my buttocks and prying apart my cheeks as his dick boosted up into my pussy. Ghalen clutched my waist in both hands, pulling me back to meet both of their thrusts. At the back of my head, Douglas’s hand tugged my wet mouth forward, deeper onto his prick as he drove forward with his hips.

The urgent wail bubbled from my blocked lips, humming shrilly around the hindering shaft. Both cocks in my lower holes thrashed at rival intervals, tugging and splitting my insides as the consuming orgasm ripped through my frame. Stars and lights flashed before my eyes, as I howled in agonizing, airtight bliss. None of the three slowed, fixated on fucking my willing white holes until my body was used up. Another flurry of sparks sprinted through me, ending in my tingling fingers and toes. My heeled feet kicked involuntarily on the bedspread; my red lips clamped on Douglas’s shaft.

I wavered, sliding, and nearly pitching off Lamonte’s lap as the strength in my legs faltered. My lips slid from Douglas’s rod as I tipped. A gelled berg of Urick’s cum dripped off my face and splattered on my thigh. Lamonte caught my hips and held me upright as Ghalen withdrew from my ass. With his hands securing my waist, Lamonte paused his thrusts, but kept my gash impaled on his pipe as the others relocated.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched Douglas take Ghalen’s place behind me. I straightened my back, boosting my butt to give him easier entry. He gripped my cheeks in both hands, fondling the meaty hocks as his glans bumped against my taint. Guiding the tip up my crack, Douglas grunted as his prick skidded through my pucker.

My open jaws flapped wearily, and a dry gasp gusted up from my belly. My fresh double-penetration strained and tormented my tender holes. Lamonte cycled his hips, resuming his cock’s efforts in my pussy. With each upward thrust, his tip battered electrifyingly into the wet, aching corners of my snatch. After a cautious start, Douglas was using his grip on my haunches to drag his dick faster into my ass. I squawked clumsily at every drive, shuddering as his stabbing pipe carved through my constricted exit.

Seizing his opportunity, Ghalen approached and filled my gaping mouth with his dick. I gazed up at him while his friends simultaneously rammed me below, he nodded and smiled as a command. My bright red lips tightened obediently around his shaft, and a gritty feel wafted through my mouth. Closing my eyes in degrading acceptance, I looped my tongue around his soiled rod and bobbed my lips on his length.

“John thinks I went home.” I thought, smirking sinfully as the three strangers’ black cocks packed my holes airtight. “He’s sitting in the stands at the game with his jagoff friends, and he thinks I’m sulking on my couch in my PJs.”

Sucking Ghalen’s dick while his two friends fucked me, the deviant change of course in my night blistered in my addled brain. I gripped the backs of Ghalen’s legs, hauling my wet mouth down his shaft and face-fucking myself on his tool. I gagged and coughed, forcing my jaws to the base of his pipe while a slimy mess of slobber burbled from my ruby lips. The other men increased their frantic pace, their cocks battling ferociously for territory inside me. Lamonte drove upwards, his careening hips surging his pipe into my trembling pussy. His hands were locked on my tits, using them as handles to pull himself up into me and me down onto him. Douglas’s hands locked on my waist, furiously pumping his cock into my ass, tugging and stretching the distended rim as he pitilessly used my body for his own indulgence.

My spasms crash-landed on me with crippling suddenness. As my spine arched and my toes curled inside my shoes, I dropped Ghalen from my mouth and wheezed out an animal bark of searing climax. My devastated body bombed and Lamonte’s hold on my tits stopped me from falling forward onto him. A cum-matted tuft of hair tumbled into my face. The two cocks refused to relent fucking my exhausted ass and pussy, thumping my limp body as I shuffled weakly to respond to their momentum.

Below me, Lamonte became impatient, restless to take the turn in my asshole that he was due. Douglas obliged, withdrawing from my backdoor, then standing. Together with Ghalen, the two men raised my sapped body out of Lamonte’s lap until I knelt beside him. Gesturing and prodding, they marshaled me to swing an exhausted leg over his thighs, then I inched backward until the curves of my ass rested on his hips. As they tipped my back toward his chest, the men at my sides braced my arms and shoulders. Lamonte pried apart my cheeks, then with a rusty “Yip!” from my lips, his cock wormed through my relenting knot.