I stayed on my hands and knees on the thick study rug.

My arms trembled. Thick ropes of cum from all three men continued sliding down the insides of my thighs and pooling between my knees. The air in the room smelled like sex and whiskey. Richard moved behind me first. He didn’t speak. He simply dragged the head of his cock through the mess between my legs and pushed back inside in one long, unbroken stroke.

The stretch forced a broken sound out of me. My cunt was already swollen and sensitive, yet it still gripped him. He took hold of my hips and began fucking me with deep,...