A tie!?!?

"So Jenny, how do you like it?" Sam asks, rubbing nipple and clit while you squirm and his friends struggle to lift the dresser.

"I don't," you respond, wishing your voice had a bit more fire to it and a little less tremor. This is exactly the situation that always happens to you. As soon as your start dating a guy everything goes wrong and you somehow wind up face-down in a public hallway while a group of guys fucks you over and... You clench off the image, though your breathing has sped up considerably.

"Well that's fine," Sam says. "I guess then my two friends will get lucky."

"Damn straight," Bill grunts as he and Tom negotiate the top of the stairs.

"Or you could do something wicked to make me cum first. Then there's just me. And you."

"Do my ass!" you blurt, your words shocking everyone, including you. While you don't have a thing against anal - having been pressed into it enough times to be used to it - you're not usually asking for it. Then again, guys see anal as the forbidden fruit, something that no good girl lets them do. You blink, wondering if you've just insulted yourself.

"Hot damn," Sam grins, tugging on your nipple and clit to emphasize the words. "An anal girl."

"I'm gonna hammer that ass," Tom grunts, carrying the bottom end of the dresser to the second last step. "You'll be so bowlegged..." he stops talking to wheeze for breath. "I need a break, Bill," he calls.

"You always need a break."

"But this is the perfect spot."

"Yeah? How?"

"It's by the naked chick."

Bill puts down the dresser and the two guys turn to leer at you.

"Anal it is," Sam says, putting his dick against your rosebud. As he starts to push you get an idea for his size, which seems pretty average."

"Wait, we don't have any lube," you remember, but he presses on. A moment later he makes a hawking sound and something wet splatters onto your lower back. Has he come already?

"Missed," he grumbles, and your eyes open wide as you hear another hawking sound. This time the splat lands at the of one butt cheek.

"Oh gross! Did you... You did not just spit on me!"

"Okay," Sam says, confusing you before he makes one more sound. In fact, all three do while you open your mouth to yell.

Unfortunately, while two of the fat blobs of spit land in your crack Tom lets loose with a particularly large and phlegmy one hit the entirely wrong orifice.

"Dude! We were aiming for her ass, not her mouth!"

Tom shurgs. "Oops. Sometimes I can't tell one fuckhole apart from another. "Besides, she hasn't spit it out. I guess that answers the spit or swallow question," he chuckles, unfazed by your glare.

Disgusting as it is to have the spit of Tom - of all the rotten people in the world - bulging your cheeks you just can't bring yourself to spit on the floor. You might have been raised in a dump of a trailer, and the floor might be filthy with mud and dead insects and god knew what else - but you still can't bring yourself to spit on the floor. Instead you grimace, close your eyes, and swallow.

"See? She did it! She loves it!" Tom crowed. "Didn't you love it?"

You were about to rip into him with both glare and words when Sam chose that moment to start the fucking, and what was to start with 'You....' (followed by any number of expletives) became instead "Y... ah!"

Tom chortled some more, a sound you were beginning to hate. "I thought so."

"We'd better get a move on," Bill said, seeing his friend Sam already slamming balls deep into you. Tom nodded somewhat reluctantly, but perhaps driven thoughts of what he'd do to you when he won he picked up his end of the dresser and the two started to trundle off down the hall.

"Long hard strokes, Sam. Don't hold back," Tom coached with a laugh. "You saw how much she liked me spanking her the last two hours."

"Fuck..." you gasp, intending an 'er' on the end, but Sam takes Tom's advice and thrusts in and out like you have a spring inside pushing him back out again.

"Nice fucking ass," he compliments, or at least that's how you choose to take it.

Being ever-polite (well, sometimes) you nod back at him. "Th-thanks."

Unfortunately he spoils it by adding, "It was hell'a easy getting in. Tom must be right, you really do love anal."

"No, my boyfriend just has a big dick," you inform him haughtily.

"Boyfriend," he chuckles. "Right."

"Not another break, Tom, we're almost halfway there!" Bill's voice says, distracting you from protesting that you do too have a boyfriend. A sneer crosses your lips as you eye Tom's backside. It's nice to see Tom's laziness irritating someone else. After a moment you realize you've been staring at Tom's nice-looking butt with interest and **** your eyes away.

"Give it a clench, Jenny," Sam urges, but before you can comply the hand that was on your nipple - which now scrapes back and forth through the dirt on the floor - spanks your ass hard.

"Yow! What the hell...?"

"That's the ticket, hard like that," sam urges, and smacks you again. Like he's playing the bongos one-handed he rains slaps down upon your taut posterior, making you squirm and clench to his heart's content. Tom even stops moving forward stare back at you, eliciting a curse from Bill before the begin moving again.

"That's better," Sam grunts, and you hear the heavy sound of panting that confirms his words. Panting that sounds so close it could almost be coming from you.

That's when you become aware of Sam's other hand relentlessly working away at your clit and pussy, rubbing the one while periodically sticking fingers in the other, building a fire of pleasure that you somehow hadn't even noticed. But now as you do it's all you can think of.

"Hah! We're at the door!" Tom yells back. "We're gonna win!

"You idiot, stop bragging and pick up the dresser," Bill curses.

"I could use a break, it's been a long haul... hah, get it?" Tom laughs. Bill groans with irritation while you groan with desire and the pent up feeling swirling wildly throughout your body.

"Come on, Sam could cum at any moment!" Bill urges.

"Ha! Cum on, that's a good... oh, right, I get it," Tom says, picking up his end, and the two start the final turn into the apartment.

Tom's foot makes it's final, fateful landing inside the door just as you and Sam cry out in what would otherwise be a romantic moment of two lovers orgasming as one.

"I don't fucking believe it," Bill cries out. "A fucking tie!"