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She was naked on the table, her belly pushed down, her ass sticking up. Two men stood looking at her, hands crossed over their chests.
‘You ready?’ asked Vance, glancing at his best friend with a smile.
‘Uhh… uh-huh,’ mumbled the drunk girl on the table. Her sweat smelled of alcohol.
‘Reach back and hold it open for us’ said Ellison, grinning back at Vance.
The two were lifelong friends. When Vance had gone to an Ivy League school on full scholarship, Ellison had studied hard to follow him. Now they were roommates as well. The two of them had grown up sharing everything, from juice boxes to game consoles to Ellison’s first car, until Vance could work enough to afford his own. Now, they were sharing something else.
The girl reached both her arms back and spread her buttocks open.
‘Good girl.’ Vance uncorked the bottle of wine, tilted it, jammed it down so that the opening went into the pink, tight hole between her cheeks. The girl moaned. The red liquid inside the wine bottle made a ‘glug’ sound as it poured into her.
This was the girl’s second bottle. She had done fine taking the first, a bottle of cheap Pinot Grigio that her friends had picked up from a gas station for the party that was wrapping up downstairs. Drunk college girls draped over various couches, some of them with drunk college boys still inside them.
‘D’you think she can actually take it all?’ Ellison asked, his jeans starting to tent. He looked down at his penis in surprise, and then shrugged and unzipped his fly. He glanced at Vance out of the corner of his eye while he free his cock from his boxers and stroke it. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t masturbated in front of each other before.
The two young men were attractive, though not stunningly so. Ellison was tall, broad-shouldered, and fit, with kind grey eyes, whereas Vance was 5’8, with thick musculature. His caramel complexion suggested a mixed racial background.
‘So… much…’ moaned the girl with a giggle on the table as the level of liquid in the bottle went down.
‘You promised you’d take it all if you lost at darts… Didn’t she, Ell?’
‘Good girls keep their word,’ agreed Ellison, privately feeling relief that the girl, Rylee, was shit at darts. Otherwise it would be both of them laying facedown on the table with bottles of cheap wine up their asses. Upon reflection, it was a risky bet.
The girl raised her hips of her own accord, trying to create room in her stomach for the liquid. That was all it took, and the entire bottle drained inside.
‘I umnn… need t’use the bashroo’…’ slurred Rylee. She was drunk before they even started.
‘Go ahead, we’re not stopping you,’ said Vance.
Sloppily, the girl tried to drag herself off the table. Her stomach roiled audibly, and she cradled it with both hands.
‘Holy shit, her stomach’s actually bloated’ said Ellison in surprise.
Rylee was an attractive girl, with delicate white skin and long, silky blonde hair. She was blessed with a slender upper body and thick, full ass and two firm breasts which were currently covered with sweat and spilled vodka. Right now, her stomach was illegal bahis unnaturally curved out. She looked as though she were six months pregnant.
‘Ughhh,’ moaned Rylee, giggling again as she stumbled forward. The bathroom was only ten feet away, but her stomach was sloshing, and the pressure on her asshole was urgent.
She stepped once, then twice, and then moaned ‘oops! noooooo,’ her hands moving to shield her ass in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable.
A fountain of wine sprayed from her asshole with incredible force and pressure. It was as though someone had put a finger in front of a garden hose. She fell to her knees, moaning loudly, hands clapped to her ass. Wine sploshed on the boys’ pure white carpet, and Ellison groaned in distress, his cock still hard in his hand.
‘FUCK! There goes our fucking deposit.’
Vance was laughing hysterically, his hands over his face.
‘…help… feelsh… kinna good, butttt…’
Splurt.
More wine.
Feeling anger rise in his chest, Ellison muttered ‘you couldn’t have waited twenty more seconds?’
Rylee didn’t answer. She was on all fours, her butthole open and twitching, her elbows bent. She was moaning softly.
I shouldn’t, thought Ellison, but his cock was stiff. He felt the veins grow more pronounced as he stroked it, babying it.
‘Would you judge me if I fucked this bitch?’ he asked Vance.
‘What? You’re gonna put your cock in our new water feature?’ laughed Vance, wiping tears from his eyes.
Ellison ignored him, and knelt behind Rylee.
‘Get ready.’
‘Wha…?’
Quickly spitting on his hand, Ellison rubbed saliva on his cock and then pushed it against the girl’s still twitching sphincter. Her soft, cushiony ass was turning him on, he realized. Grabbing her from the hips, he pulled her violently back.
‘Nnnnmnngg! Whaddyou doin-?’ she drunkenly cried, gasping in pleasure as her insides were parted.
‘Shut up. You just ruined our carpet!’ It was a stupid reason to stick his penis up someone’s ass, he knew, but he was drunk and horny. Vance was curled up on the floor, having laughed so hard that he could no longer breathe.
‘Holy… shit…’ He gasped, trembling.
Ellison began to fuck the squirming young women, who moaned and squirmed as his cock dug deep into her ass. Wine still spurted out occasionally. The feeling of the fluid running over his cock as it left her ass was strange and not entirely erotic, but the feeling of her desperately clenching anal muscles squeezing him in was incredible. Her muscles were trying their best to squeeze him out, but to no avail.
‘Ha… ha… oh, fuck…’
‘You look like you’re enjoying that,’ said Vance, having finally sat up.
‘Ha… y-yeah… ah… ah… fuck…’ Rylee’s wobbling butt cheeks and open hole were almost more than could take. The way her hair swept to the floor, her breasts bouncing, her sexy, not-quite-protesting moans. Before he knew it, his balls started to tingle. Holy shit, he was-
‘Don’t blow yet,’ Vance said. ‘I’m gonna get underneath her.’
‘What… ha… wha- what the fuck…?’
But Vance, as usually, didn’t illegal bahis siteleri care to explain himself. He pulled down his basketball shorts and briefs, freeing his cock. Ellison glanced up at, flushing, and then had to squeeze his thigh muscles to avoiding cumming. Don’t get turned on by your best friend’s dick, he told himself, not for the first time.
Vance lay down on the floor, and pulled Rylee on top of him. Ellison swore as his cock popped out of her asshole, and a gush of wine spurted out.
‘Get back in there,’ Vance said, laughing. Ellison got the picture now. Vance had pulled her hips down, smashing his cock into her pussy.
‘Ohhhh… ish bigg…’
‘Damn right,’ said Vance. It really is, thought Ellison, feeling flushed despite his irritation. He got down, half kneeling in an awkward position, and sunk his cock into the waiting asshole. It was much easier this time. Must have loosened her up. His own cock wasn’t as long as Vance’s, but it was thicker. Women didn’t usually have complaints.
‘OHHHHH ahh sshtwo cocksh… oh… my buttt…’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ said Vance, reaching up and brushing her hair out of her face. ‘You’re gettin’ stuffed.’
Ellison was silent. His face was red, he was holding his breath, and his hips were moving. Holy shit. He could feel Vance’s cock through Rylee’s walls. It was unmistakable. Don’t look down, he thought. He wasn’t thrusting powerfully anymore, rather arousal took hold and made him hump her pathetically, like a dog.
Gritting his teeth, he still let a moan escape. He didn’t know it, but his face was contorted in lust, looking almost sorrowful as his heart thundered in his chest.
Fuck… this ass was perfect… and Vance’s cock… Vance’s cock was right there, almost touching his, rubbing through the rubbery thickness of the girl’s skin… and it was moving…
Vance was fucking her. He was following Ellison’s rhythm, pushing his hips up into her rather than pulling her toward him. All Ellison could see of him was his knees, jutting out at an angle to help ground him, and his arms, wrapped around Rylee to keep her pressed against him.
The girl was moaning incoherently now, completely lost to pleasure.
Ellison lost it. He fucked Rylee harder than he had ever fucked any girl, harder than he’d ever humped any innocent object during his years of wild teenage masturbation.
Vance- he could feel Vance’s cock. And the asshole he was sunk into was so, so tight, clenching on him again and again- He couldn’t- He went to grab her ass, and his hand slipped, and he found himself gripped Vance’s wrist. No…
‘I’m cumming’ he whispered, but it had already started. His balls were emptying their load. He was helpless to stop it.
‘Oh… fuck…’ Vance was unloading too, his groans of pleasure filling the small room. He had barely lasted a minute.
Ellison’s eyes rolled back in his skull. His cock was still twitching, still shooting, and her ass clenched after each spasm. Fuck… Fuck…
The feeling lasted a long time. His body was trembling, shaking, and sweating. This was the most turned on he had ever been.
Eventually, slowly, canlı bahis siteleri he withdrew his cock from her body. It was then that he noticed that he was still holding Vance’s wrist, his fingers wrapped tightly around it. Saying nothing, he let go of both of them and sank to the ground. Not caring about the soiled carpet, or Rylee, or even really Vance, he lay down, curling on his side. His balls were empty, he was drunk, and the party had gone on for too long.
Sleep took him.
—
Vance sighed as he got to his feet. Ell had passed out after cumming.
‘One-shot wonder,’ he chuckled softly.
Rylee groaned.
She was a fucking mess, and Vance was tired too, maybe too tired to clean her up. Her holes were oozing cum. Resigned, he nudged her with his foot.
‘You alive?’
‘…wahsh… bessht… shex… ‘v m’life…’
‘Good.’
Well, that was a relief. Vance admitted privately to himself that Ell might have gone too far on this one. He was a rough man, and he didn’t always treat his girlfriends with respect. This had always seemed strange to Vance, considering the gentle kindness that Ell had always shown him. He had never looked down on Vance for not having a ton of money. Had always been there when it was time for Vance to beat the shit out of the guys who fucked with him.
Also, Vance had the distinct impression that Ellison was… well… more of a follower than a leader. The look on his face when he realized Vance might go to a school that he himself would not be able to attend because of his grades had told Vance a lot that he hadn’t realized before.
Straining, he dragged Rylee off the ground.
‘I’m gonna… thro’… up’ she managed,
‘Figured. Here, I’ve got you.’ Half supporting, half carrying her, he lead her to the bathroom. She vomited into the toilet, noisily and for a sustained period of time.
He spent the rest of the night tending to her. Helping her shower, giving her water, finding her clothes. Eventually, one of the drunk sluts from the party came upstairs and found her. Kyra, he thought. Or maybe Lyra. The girl’s make-up was smeared, her shirt was torn, and the hole torn in the crotch of her leggings told Vance everything he needed to know about how her night had gone.
‘Is Rylee with you?’
‘Yeah, she’s here. She’s passed out.’
‘Oh. Well, like… I’m her ride.’
He sighed. Kyra/Lyra had been someone’s ride, for sure.
‘I’ll just carry her.’
Once he had deposited Rylee- who smiled at him and said ‘thanks,’ in a pointed way as he laid her down-, he slumped in the doorway of his room. Well, he wasn’t going to class today, scholarship or no scholarship.
Staring vaguely ahead, his eyes focused on Ellison.
‘You fucking moron,’ he muttered quietly, ‘ask a girl before you buttfuck her next time. That could have gone pretty bad.’
Ell didn’t respond. After waiting a moment, Vance crawled to where his friend was laying, curled on his side, still fast asleep. Vance positioned his own body against Ellison’s, big spoon style. He flushed. It wasn’t exactly surprising, but the warmth of Ellison’s body and the scent of his hair was almost enough to wake up his tired penis.
Well. Guess I’m into guys now. And girls.
…at the same time.
After a moment of thought, Vance let his arm wrap around Ell’s waist. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind.
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