Jacob seems to have left for good, and the men decide to speed things up

You wait breathlessly for Jacob to pop back into the theater, whirl and point straight up at you, but it doesn't happen. Instead the man inside of you finishes and is replaced by another.

The hard thrusts of his dick, this time in your well-used ass, barely register in your brain. Has Jacob left? For good? Does he know? Will he take you back?

"Ja.... cob?" you gasp, staring downard at the darkened doors, gradually becoming aware of the burning pain in your neck and back, of the sensation of rail-shaped indents in your forearms and ribs from being repeatedly smacked into the rail.

"I... I need... to lie... down," you gasp, mind reeling at the thought of losing Jacob.

When the man moves you to the aisle and lies down you groan from the shift in position, feel a hundred years old as your body finally gets a break from the awkward position. You sag back against the man beneath you, deliberately arching your back and neck to stretch them.

"Damn, she wants more!" someone exclaims, misinterpreting your actions, and you find a second man standing in front of you.

"What...?" you start to say, but he kneels between the feet of you and the guy beneath you.

It's quickly obvious what he intends as he takes a sizable dick and brings it up between your legs.

"No...." you moan, wanting to leave, to find Jacob, to figure out what's going on.

"Here," he says, and thrusts something toward you.

For a second your mind can't make sense of what it's seeing, and when his large cock sinks into your well-worn pussy you gasp.

"Damn, we should've done this ages ago," he says to the others. "Makes her all tight again."

Ignoring him you stare at the thing in your hand, realizing finally that it's your phone, and on it is Jacob's number from his call. Scrolling the history makes your heart sink when you see he hasn't called back.

With a groan you ease your head back, your cramping neck muscles grateful for the relief.

A third man steps up, presenting his dick at face level. You stare at it incomprehendingly for too long to suit him and he simply grabs your hair, jerking your head up.

"Hey..." you protest, but he simply uses your opening mouth as an opportunity to get his cock inside you, pushing past lips and tongue until he bumps the back of your throat. Using your hair for leverage he yanks your face back and forth, roughly pushing as far in as the position allows before pulling out again, leaving you gasping for breath.

Then your phone rings. A mini-orgasm shivers through your body as you fumble for the plastic device, hoping it's Jacob, yet dreading it as well. Then, of course, you realize that even if it is you'll have a problem explaining yourself with three men embedded in you.