Laura's Pool Party

The notification chime on Laura's phone cut through the quiet hum of her home. She was curled up on the couch, a cup of tea growing cold on the side table, a half-read novel forgotten in her lap. The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the hardwood floor. She picked up her phone, her thumb swiping across the screen.

Patrick's name lit up the display. She smiled. She opened the message.

"I have the house to myself this weekend and Charlie is here as well. Fancy a pool party. We would love it if you could come over and let us fuck you every way possible. Fancy a threesome?, Are you free?"

Laura's breath caught. Every way possible. The words echoed in her mind, sending a thrill through her body. These two guys know how to fuck, and they are really nice guys too.

She typed her response, her fingers steady: "I'm free. When do you want me?"

His reply came within seconds: "ASAP, we're aching for that tight body of yours. Fancy dressing slutty for us."

She didn't need to be told twice.

Laura stood up, a slow smile spreading across her face. She walked to her bedroom, her fingers already working at the buttons of her blouse. She had a weekend to prepare for. She chose her outfit carefully, a white crop top that was quite loose fitting at the front, showing off her cleavage. A pleated mini skirt that barely covered her ass. No panties. A pair of strappy heels. She touched up her makeup, ran a brush through her hair, and spritzed herself with perfume.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes bright, her skin flushed with anticipation.

"Every way possible," she murmured to her reflection. "Cannot wait"

She grabbed her purse and her phone, texted Josh her husband as he was out with friends for the day, telling him what she was up to, she got a text back with “Have fun. xxx”, and she walked out the door.

The drive to Patrick's was not very long, with traffic, about 45mins to an hour, she drove through the gate , down the small driveway and pulled up in front of his house. The house was magnificent, red brick, bay windows, a wrought iron gate leading to a small front garden. It was quite private and secluded, ideal for getting up to all sorts of mischief. Before she could knock, the door swung open. Patrick stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway. He was wearing a loose linen shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and dark jeans. His hair was tousled, his eyes warm. But when he saw her, when his eyes traveled down her body, taking in the crop top, the skirt, the heels his expression shifted. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening.

"Fuck me," he breathed. "Look at you. I need to take a picture of this"

He pulled out his phone, Laura pulled open her top to show her tits

"Might as well be a good photo, eh!!!?" she laughed.

"Oh yea." he said, his voice low. "You look absolutely slutty."

She felt a flush of heat, a smile playing on her lips. "You like it?"

"I fucking love it." He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. "Charlie's going to lose his mind."

She stepped into the hallway, the smell of old wood and polish wrapping around her. The house was even more beautiful inside, high ceilings, original moldings, a grand staircase curving up to the upper floors. Patrick's hand found the small of her back, and down to her ass, grabbing a handful, guiding her through the house. "Let me take you to the pool."

They walked through the living room with its marble fireplace, the dining room with its long oak table, the kitchen with its Aga stove. Patrick pushed open the French doors at the back, leading her into the garden. The path wound through manicured hedges and flowering bushes, until they reached a separate building at the far end, the indoor pool. He pushed open the glass door, and Laura stepped inside. The room was stunning. The pool stretched from one end to the other, the water a deep, inviting blue. The walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out onto the lush garden, but Patrick had explained before that it was one-way glass, completely private from the outside. The ceiling was vaulted, with skylights that let in the afternoon sun. The air was warm and humid, carrying the faint scent of chlorine. Charlie was already there, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water. He was wearing swim trunks, his lean, muscular body on display. When he looked up and saw her, his eyes widened.

"Jesus Christ," he said, his voice low. "You look hot."

Laura smiled, stopping at the edge of the pool. "Well, you did say slutty"

Charlie stood, walking toward her, his eyes traveling over her body. "Indeed, I like it a lot."

Patrick came up behind her, his hands finding her waist, his lips brushing against her ear. Patrick's hands went up under top and found her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs circling her nipples. Charlie stepped closer, his hand finding her chin, tilting her face toward him.

"Glad you could make it, It’s been a couple of months since we’ve seen you." Charlie said, his voice rough.

"Well I’m here now, I want you boys to be rough, I’m a slut for you to use, anything goes, I mean anything" she whispered.

“I like the sound of that”, Patrick's hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, his fingers finding her wetness.

"Mmm, gorgeous wet pussy" he said to Charlie. He smiled, his hand moving to the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss.

Patrick's hands were already on her, sliding down her waist, gripping the curve of her hips. His fingers found the thin straps of her crop top and pulled, the fabric sliding down her arms, exposing her breasts. He didn't take his eyes off her as he tossed the top aside.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmured.

Charlie stepped closer, his hands finding the waistband of her skirt. He knelt, slowly, deliberately, his fingers working the button, pulling down the zipper. The skirt fell to the floor, pooling around her heels. He looked up at her, his eyes dark, his breath warm against her bare thighs.

"Now you," she said, her voice steady.

Patrick reached for the hem of his linen shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, the dusting of hair, the scars from a lifetime of hard work. He kicked off his jeans, his cock springing free, already hard, already thick. Charlie stood, his hands working the button of his swim trunks. He pushed them down, stepping out of them, his cock standing at attention, longer than Patrick's, leaner, curved slightly upward. Laura looked at them both, her eyes traveling over their bodies, taking them in.

"On your hands and knees," Patrick said, his voice low, commanding.

She obeyed, lowering herself onto the cool tiles. Her knees pressed against the stone, her hands flat on legs, she was ready. Patrick moved first. His hand found the back of her head, guiding her forward, towards his erect cock.

"Suck it, slut" he said.

She opened her mouth, and he slid inside her, his cock filling her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. He didn't go deep, not yet. He let her get used to the taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue. Then Charlie stepped in front of her, his cock brushing against her lips, waiting. She took him in her mouth too, her hand wrapping around the base of Patrick's cock, working him while she sucked Charlie. She moved between them, her mouth sliding from one to the other, her tongue tracing the heads, her lips wrapping around the shafts. But they wanted more. Patrick's hand tightened in her hair, pushing her deeper onto his cock. He fucked her throat, his hips thrusting forward, his balls slapping against her chin. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She took it, her throat relaxing, her hands gripping his thighs for support.

“That’s it, swallow that cock”, he said, groaning as Laura sucked on his meat.

Charlie moved his hand finding her hair, pulling her head back, angling her face toward his cock. He slid inside her mouth, filling her, his pace rough, relentless. They took turns, switching positions, using her throat like it belonged to them. Patrick would fuck her mouth while Charlie watched, his hand stroking his cock, waiting. Then Charlie would step in, his cock sliding down her throat, while Patrick caught his breath. Laura lost track of time. She lost track of whose cock was in her mouth, whose hands were in her hair, whose voice was telling her what a good little slut she was. She just took it, her throat burning, her jaw aching, her body humming with pleasure. They didn't cum. They pulled out, both of them, their cocks slick with her saliva. Patrick knelt beside her, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her face toward his.

"Good girl," he said, his voice rough.

Charlie's hand found her ass, squeezing, his fingers sliding between her legs, finding her wetness. Charlie stretched out on the padded lounger by the edge of the pool, his body lean and angular against the white cushioning. He lay back, his cock standing upright, glistening in the soft light filtering through the skylights. His hands folded behind his head, a lazy, expectant smile on his face as he watched Laura, still on her hands and knees on the cool tiles. Patrick's hand found her hair first—a fistful of it, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight.

"Suck his cock, dirty slut" he said, his voice low and rough, no room for negotiation. "Get over there and put that mouth to work."

He shoved her forward, and she crawled across the tiles, her knees scraping against the stone, her tits swinging beneath her. She reached Charlie and lowered her head, her lips parting, taking him in her mouth. He was salty, warm, his hand finding her hair, not guiding her, just holding her there as she began to work. Behind her, She felt his hands on her hips, positioning her, spreading her knees wider. He didn't enter her pussy slowly. He drove into her in one hard thrust, his hips slapping against her ass, filling her completely. She moaned around Charlie's cock, the vibration making him groan.

"Fuck, that's it, fucking tight hole" Charlie breathed, his hips twitching.

Patrick fucked her pussy hard, his pace relentless, his hands gripping her hips tight He used her, his balls slapping against her clit, his breath ragged above her. She kept sucking, her mouth working Charlie's shaft, her tongue tracing the vein along the underside. After a long, brutal stretch, Patrick pulled out. She heard him spit again, felt the wet warmth land on her asshole, felt his thumb press against it, spreading it, preparing her.

"God that’s a nice ass," he growled.

He pushed into her ass, the stretch sharp and full, her body clenching around him. She cried out around Charlie's cock, her fingers curling against the tiles. Patrick didn't wait. He fucked her ass the same way he had fucked her pussy, hard, deep, relentless, his hips driving into her, his hands gripping her waist. Laura's mind blurred. She had Charlie's cock in her mouth, Patrick's cock in her ass, and she was floating in a haze of sensation. She wanted more. She wanted to try something new. She pulled her mouth off Charlie's cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy. She lowered her head and sucked his balls, sucking each nut at a time, his ball sack, full and loose, Charlie groaned, after a little while she lowered further and flicked his asshole with her tongue. Without hesitation, Charlie raised his legs and shuffled his bum down a little further, Laura had a full view of his ass, clean, shaved. Her tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his ass cheek. She hesitated for a moment—this was new, uncharted territory—but the heat between her legs, the fullness of Patrick's cock in her ass, pushed her forward. She pressed her tongue against his asshole, circling it, tasting him. He gasped, his hands gripping the lounger, his body tensing.

"Fuck, Laura," he groaned.

She licked him, her tongue probing, dipping inside him. She was clumsy at first, unsure, but the sounds he made, the way his body responded, drove her on. She rimmed him while Patrick fucked her ass, her tongue working Charlie's hole, her own body trembling with each thrust. Patrick's hand came down on her ass, a sharp slap that echoed through the pool room.

"You're such a dirty slut," he said, his voice strained. "Licking his ass while I fuck yours."

She pulled her mouth away, just long enough to gasp, "Yes I am"

She buried her face in Charlie's ass again, her tongue diving deeper, her hips pushing back against Patrick's thrusts. She was lost in it, the three of them connected in a rhythm of sweat and saliva and heat. They didn't cum. Patrick pulled out of her ass, his cock slick and glistening. Charlie’s cock was still hard, his ass wet from her tongue. Patrick grabbed Laura by the hair again, pulling her up, forcing her to her knees.

“Switch Charlie, you can have her holes now”

The guys switched and Patrick lay in front of Laura, his cock hard, wet with her juices on his shaft. Laura began to suck his cock, tasting him, she loved it, thick hard cock in her mouth and one up her holes any minute. She then began to do the same to Patrick, sucked his balls and then licked his asshole

Patrick groaned, his fingers curling into the cushion. "Fuck, yeah. Right there."

She licked him slowly, experimentally, her tongue circling his rim, tasting the salt of his skin. She found a rhythm, her tongue dipping inside him, probing, exploring. He pushed back against her face, his body opening to her, his moans low and guttural. Behind her, she felt Charlie move into position. He pushed into her pussy, his cock sliding in easily, still wet from Patrick's earlier work. He fully impaled Laura up to his balls. He fucked her slow at first, deep and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips. She kept her mouth on Patrick, her tongue working his hole, her own body rocking with each of Charlie's thrusts.

"That's it," Charlie said, his voice rough. "Keep licking his ass while I fuck this tight little pussy."

She moaned against Patrick's skin, the vibration making him shudder. Charlie picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, his balls slapping against her clit. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, her tongue diving into Patrick's ass. Patrick reached back, his hand finding her hair, holding her in place. "Don't stop. Fucking don't stop."

She didn't. She licked him until her jaw ached, until her tongue was numb, until Charlie's rhythm became erratic, his breathing ragged. He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, and slapped her ass hard. Charlie pushed his up her ass this time, pushing inside her with a grunt. She cried out around Patrick's cock, the stretch sharp and full. Charlie fucked her ass slowly, deliberately, letting her adjust, while she worked Patrick's shaft with her mouth and her hand. Patrick's hand found her head, guiding her pace. "That's my good little slut. Take it all."

She did. She took Patrick's cock down her throat while Charlie filled her ass, her body stretched and used and utterly owned. She was nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, and she loved every second of it. The afternoon light had shifted, the skylights casting long amber shadows across the pool room. The air was thick with humidity and the smell of sex, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing ragged. Laura knelt on the tiles, her knees raw, her throat burning, her body humming with anticipation. Patrick and Charlie stood before her, their cocks hard, glistening, ready.

"Ok bitch, kneel there and open your mouth," Patrick said, his voice low, rough.

Laura looked up at them, her eyes glassy. Patrick stepped forward first, his hand finding her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. She opened wide, taking him deep, her throat relaxing as he slid to the back. He fucked her mouth slowly at first, then faster, his hips thrusting, his balls slapping against her chin.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growled.

She doubled down, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock, working him in rhythm with her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes locked on his, and she felt him tense, felt his cock twitch against her tongue. She pulled back and tugged at his cock with her hand, her mouth open, tongue out like a good cum whore. He came hard, his spunk shot out in thick hot streams into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed, taking every drop, licking her lips. Once he stopped she wrapped her mouth around his cock, her tongue flicking his sensitive tip, his body jerked as she did that. Her throat was working around him. He stayed inside her, his body shuddering, until he was spent.

“Fuck, that was good”, He pulled out, his cock slick with her saliva, and stepped aside.

Charlie moved in, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her face toward his cock. "Open."

She opened her mouth, and he slid inside her, filling her. He was longer than Patrick, and she had to relax her throat to take him all. He fucked her mouth with the same quiet intensity he had shown all afternoon, his hands gripping her head, his hips driving deep.

"Look at me," he said, his voice strained.

She looked up at him, her throat full of his cock. "Yea, that’s it, mmmm..mmm"

He pulled out, her hand worked his cock, in front of her open mouth. She stuck out her tongue, her eyes fixed on the head of his cock, waiting. He came with a low moan, thick jets of hot sticky cum shooting across her tongue, filling her mouth, spilling over. She held her mouth open, letting him paint her, letting the cum pool on her tongue and drip down her chin. When he was done, she closed her mouth, swallowing the taste of him coating her throat. Patrick stepped forward and she then sucked Charlie’s cock to ensure not one drop was wasted, her other hand found Patrick's cock and took turns deep throating them.

"Fuck Laura, you’re so good at that" Patrick said, his voice soft. Went over to his clothes, got his phone and came back, his cock still semi hard.

“I need a picture of this slut, Kerry is going to want to see this.”, and took a snap of Laura, kneeling on the floor, smiling with two cocks on each side of her cum splattered face and cum hanging off her chin in thick strands. She scooped it up into her mouth to ensure nothing was wasted.

The afternoon sun had softened, the light through the skylights turning gold and amber, casting warm patterns across the surface of the pool. The water was still, steam rising gently from its surface, the air thick with humidity and the faint scent of chlorine. Laura floated on her back, her arms spread wide, her eyes closed. The water cradled her, weightless and warm, her naked body suspended in the blue. She drifted, her mind empty, her muscles loose. On the side of the pool, Patrick and Charlie stretched out naked on adjacent loungers, beers in hand, their eyes fixed on her. They watched her glide through the water, her breasts breaking the surface.

"She's a sight" Charlie said, taking a long pull from his bottle.

"She is," Patrick agreed. "We're lucky men. I have Kerry , she’s a demon in the sack, and Carrie, fuck, she’s like her, total slut. Remember the whorehouse sessions. They were amazing".

Laura opened her eyes, catching them watching her. She smiled, rolling onto her stomach, swimming toward the edge. She pulled herself out of the water, water streaming down her body, her skin glistening in the golden light. She walked past them, her hips swaying, and made her way to the large round daybed in the corner of the room. It was piled with cushions, draped in white linen, soft and inviting. She lay down on her back, her legs falling open, her arms resting above her head. Her pussy was bare, shaved smooth, glistening with water and the remnants of their earlier play. She lay there, exposed, waiting. Charlie set down his beer first. He rose from the lounger and crossed the tiles, his footsteps soft, his eyes fixed on her. He climbed onto the daybed, his body hovering over hers, his lips finding hers in a slow, deep kiss.

"Hello Beautiful," he murmured against her mouth.

He kissed his way down her body, his lips trailing along her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her collarbone. He took his time, savoring her, his tongue tracing the curve of her breast, circling her nipple before taking it in his mouth. She gasped, her hand finding his hair, holding him there. He moved lower, his lips pressing against her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thigh. When he reached her pussy, she was already wet, already waiting. He pressed his mouth against her, his tongue sliding through her folds, circling her clit. She moaned, her hips lifting, her fingers tightening in his hair. He ate her slowly, deliberately, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He licked her, sucked her, teased her, until she was trembling, until her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"Mmm..mmm, that’s nice" she whispered.

He rose over her, his cock sliding against her thigh, hard and ready. He positioned himself at her wet pussy and pushed inside her slowly, filling her inch by inch, his eyes locked on hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He fucked her slow, his hips rocking against hers, his mouth finding hers in deep, languid kisses. Their bodies moved together, skin against skin, the rhythm steady and intimate. His hand found her breast, cupping it, his thumb circling her nipple.

"Christ, you feel good," he said, his voice low.

"So do you," she whispered.

He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers, his hips never stopping their gentle rhythm. They moved together, lost in each other, the world outside the daybed fading away. After a long, sweet while, he pulled out, shifting behind her. He spooned her, his chest pressed against her back, his arm wrapping around her waist. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ear. She shifted onto her side and pressed back against him. She guided his cock back inside her pussy, sliding in easily, still wet from before. He fucked her slow again, his hand finding her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple. She reached back, her hand finding his hair, pulling his mouth to hers for another kiss. He fucked her slow and tender, savoring the feel of her wet moist hole around his thick shaft. He gave a few hard thrusts into her pussy, which made Laura gasp as the sudden change of pace. Then he pulled out, repositioning, his cock pressing against her asshole. He pushed inside her slowly until he was balls deep up her ass.

"Fuck, that’s deep" she breathed.

He fucked her ass slow, his hand never leaving her breast, his mouth pressed against her neck. His hips moved in a steady, deep rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her, he stopped as he was near emptying his balls.

“Not yet”, he said in a low voice. Laura turned her head to him and kissed him deeply, passionately, licking his lips. After a few minutes he began to slide his cock in and out of her tight little asshole. He took his time, with each thrust going balls deep, Laura reached down and played with his balls, kissing him. She was loving the tenderness, but she also liked it rough, like before. After what seemed like a long time of slow ass fucking, he drove his cock to the hilt, his hand gripping her breast, his hips grinding against her. He came with a low, guttural moan, his spunk flooded her ass, hot and thick. His body shuddered, his breath ragged against her neck.

“Yea, baby, come on fill me up. mmmmm.mmm”, she turned and kissed him as he came hard. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling his cock twitch with each spurt, making it feel like his cock was gripped hard.

“Christ, Laura. nnggghhh..”, he said under his breath. After the fourth spurt of spunk up her ass, he stopped, no more, Laura massaged his balls and wanked his shaft slightly, to ensure it was all in her ass. They lay there, tangled together, his cock still inside her, his hand still on her breast. Patrick watched from the lounger, a slow smile spreading across his face. He raised his beer in a toast.

“Good man, Charlie, nice ass action”, Charlie just raised his thumb.

Charlie rolled off the daybed, his cock slipping from her ass with a soft, wet sound. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her cheek, then her lips, slow and tender. Got up and went back to the lounger, grabbed his beer and lay down, his cock limp, cum oozing slightly from the tip.

"Come on, your turn," Laura said to Patrick, she crook’d her finger inviting him over. Patrick set down his beer and rose from the lounger, his eyes fixed on Laura's naked body, still glistening, still open, still waiting. He crossed the tiles slowly, deliberately, his cock already hard, already thick. He climbed onto the daybed, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the cushions. He didn't speak at first. He just looked at her, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. He kissed her, deep and slow, his tongue sliding against hers. His hand traveled down her body, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breast, the dip of her waist. He took his time, savoring her, his lips never leaving hers. When he finally broke the kiss, he moved lower, his mouth pressing against her collarbone, her sternum, the soft swell of her breast. He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue circling the hard peak.

She gasped, her back arching, her hand finding his shaved head.

"mm…mmmm" she whispered.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hand cupping the one he had left, his thumb teasing her nipple. He sucked her until she was writhing, until her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Then he moved lower, his lips pressing against her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thigh. He kissed her pussy, soft and reverent, his tongue darting out to taste her.

"Fuck, you taste good" he murmured.

He positioned himself between her legs, Laura grabbed his cock and guided it to her wet and wanting pussy. He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, his eyes locked on hers. She was tight, warm, and perfect. He pushed his full length up her eager hole, she gasped as entered her. The locked lips again, kissing passionately, tongues interlocking. He began to move and fucked her pussy slow and deep, his hips rocking against hers, his mouth finding hers in deep, languid kisses. His hand found her breast, cupping it, his thumb circling her nipple. They moved together, their bodies in perfect rhythm, the daybed creaking beneath them. After a long while, he pulled out, repositioning, his cock pressing against her asshole. He pushed inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust, the stretch familiar now, welcome. Her ass is nice and lubed from Charlie's large deposit. She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He fucked her ass with the same slow, deliberate rhythm, his hand never leaving her breast, his mouth pressed against her neck. Then he pulled out, sliding back into her pussy, then back into her ass, moving between the holes after a short fucking, each transition smooth and seamless. He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. She straddled his hips, his cock still inside her, her hands resting on his chest. She began to ride him, slow at first, then faster, her hips grinding against his. Her tits bounced in front of his face, and he reached up, cupping them, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked her nipples, one after the other, his tongue circling them, his teeth grazing them gently.

"Fuck, yea" she moaned.

She rode him harder, her pace quickening, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel her tightening around him, and could feel his own climax building.

"Stop, not yet" he said, his voice rough.

She froze, her hips still, his cock buried deep inside her. He lay there, his cock inside her, her pussy clenching around him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, the warmth, the intimacy. After a long, quiet moment, he opened his eyes.

"Okay" he said.

She began to move again, slow at first, then faster, her hips grinding against his. He let himself go, his hands gripping her hips, his cock driving deep inside her. His fingers found her well used asshole, leaking cum down his shaft , he stuck two fingers up her hole and finger fucked it. He gripped her hips and started driving hard into her, Laura gasped at the intense fucking she was getting. His balls slapping her clit on the upward thrust. He was like an man possessed , hammering her tight fuckhole, then he came with a roar, without warning, rammed his cock as deep as he could and spunk flooded her pussy, hot and thick. With each spurt he rammed his cock hard into her, she reached back and gently squeezed his balls, then wrapped two fingers around his shaft and he kept slamming into her, milking that thick shaft and balls for every drop. He finally stopped cumming, out of breath, Laura stayed impaled on his shaft which showed no signs of going limp.

“Jesus, that was good”, Patrick said trying to catch his breath, “Don’t you dare move”

Charlie got up and moved behind her, his cock already hard, already slick with spit. He positioned himself at her asshole, his hands gripping her hips.

"I’m ready for more" he asked, his voice low.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a slow, hungry smile spreading across her face.

"Dirty fucker" she said.

He pushed into her ass slowly, she moaned as Charlie slid up her well cum lubed used hole, her head falling back, her hands gripping Patrick's chest. She was full, Patrick's cock in her pussy, Charlie's cock in her ass, filled and utterly owned. They found a rhythm, Patrick thrusting up into her pussy while Charlie drove into her ass. They moved together, their cocks sliding against each other through the thin wall of flesh between her holes. She was lost in the sensation, her body a vessel for their pleasure, her mind spinning.

"Fuck, she's still tight," Charlie grunted.

"She loves it," Patrick said, his voice strained. "Don't you, Laura?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Fuck, yes."

After a long, dual fucking, she shifted, lifting herself off Patrick's cock. She turned around, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. Patrick guided his cock to her asshole, she slid down on his shaft until the full length was inside her. Charlie moved behind her, his cock pressing against her pussy, sliding in easily, still wet from Patrick's spunk. Both of her holes were a sloppy mess. The guys were loving it. He pushed inside her, filling her again. They fucked her hard, their cocks sliding in and out of her, their hips slapping against her skin. She was nothing but a hole for them to use, and she loved every second of it. Patrick's hand found her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her spine.

He drove deep into her ass, his cock twitching inside her, and he came with a huge roar, his spunk coating the inside of her ass, huge streams of cum. Laura moaned as she felt the pulses of liquid deep in her bowels, his body jerked with each squirt, groaning deeply with each one. Once he finished, Laura sat on his Pelvis, still impaled by his cock, his breath ragged. Charlie kept fucking her pussy, his pace quickening, his breathing ragged. He sucked on a tit, taking a nipple and sucking it hard. It wasn’t long before he tensed.

"Aarrggghh, ffuucckkk" he said.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed as deep as he could and began to flood her pussy with his spunk, his stomach muscles tensing , body jerking and she felt each squirt of nut juice. Her mouth opened with joy as she was filled for the second time in a row by these two dirty fuckers. He gave Laura a big load, she felt about 5 hard jets inside her pussy.

“Fucking hell Charlie, that was hard and a lot”, she said groaning, he just smiled at her and kissed her hard, then pulled out, cum dripping out her pussy and down Patrick's shaft who was still hard up her ass. He stood up and shoved his wet cum covered cock in her mouth and she sucked it, licked the strands of cum off the shaft, Charlie's cock going slightly limp. Charlie sat on the edge of the daybed, fully satisfied. She lay back on Patrick’s chest, his cock still up her ass, he cupped both of her tits in each hand and they kissed. Charlie rubbed Laura’s clit, cum oozing out of her pussy. She got off Patrick’s cock slowly, some cum dripped out onto his shaft and stomach, she knelt next to him and lovingly licked his cock, her mouth taking every inch of him, tasting the mixture of spunk from two men, licking his shaft clean and then lapping up the cum on his stomach. She rubbed her pussy and cum stuck to her fingers and she licked them clean.

“Now that was a good afternoon”, Laura said, with a dirty smile on her face. Both Charlie and Patrick agreed.

“Take a snap for Kerry, Patrick, she’ll want to see what you two dirty bastards did to me”, Laura lay on her side, leg up and both her holes had cum oozing out it. Patrick grabbed his phone and knelt on the floor and took a Birdseye view picture of Laura showing her well fucked holes with spunk in them.

“I’ll just send these pictures to Kerry”, Patrick typed a message, attaching both photos, and sent it to Kerry, his partner. The response came within minutes.

Kerry: "Fuck. That's hot. Look at that little slut. All that cum in her holes. You two have been busy."

Patrick grinned, showing the phone to Laura. "She approves," he said.

Laura laughed, "Good. I knew she would."

Another message came through.

Kerry: "I need to see her in person next time. We’ll have to get together soon, it’s been far too long"

Laura sent a response back.

“Laura here, yes, my little whore friend, we’ll have to arrange a group session, with me, Carrie, hubbies and a new playmate we have called Sarah, we’ve taught here how to be a slut, might even be able to get her husband as well, so that’s 4 cocks to play with.

Almost immediately , the response was.

“Oh god yes, not had one for a while, that sounds brilliant”

I told Patrick that she wants a gangbang session soon and told him about Sarah, another slut friend of mine, he was eager to break her in. Charlie said he’d love to come, which he is always welcome. Cum still oozing out her ass and pussy, Laura went to the toilet and cleaned her holes. The guys were completely spent now and it was getting late and Laura decided to get dressed and head back home, Patrick threw on his shorts, she kissed and hugged Charlie, thanking him for the fun, Patrick saw her to the front door, before he opened the door, he pushed up against the wall and kissed her hard, groping her tits, and gave her pussy a rub.

“Thanks for today, it’s always amazing with you lovely sluts, give Carrie my love, and I’m looking forward to meeting this new slut friend of yours”, Patrick said smiling at her.

“Oh you’ll like Sarah, she’s just like us, and thank you for a lovely day, I would have only been bored at home on my own, now I’ve had all my holes fucked and filled, you’re a dirty old git, do you know that”, she said laughing, rubbing his crotch. Patrick laughed and smiled and gave her a hug, he opened the door and watched her drive away.