Gang banged and glazed

You didn't even know who fucked you next after James. Or whose cock it was that you parted your lips for and sucked into your mouth as you were pounded towards your second mind bending orgasm of the morning. None of that seemed to matter though, as you wallowed in the most intense sexual pleasure of your life at the hands of your so called friends.

While none of them lasted very long, the boys were nothing if not eager, each fucking you at least twice and a couple cumming down your throat for good measure. Mercifully they did not cum inside you despite some close calls, but as you became more and more drenched in cum, the smell of it overwhelmed your senses and you began to question whether this was indeed better. You could barely open your eyes, and you felt gross and sticky all over. If it wasn't for the constant pleasure it would be utterly disgusting but as it was, your mind started to associate the sensations and the smells with your blissful state, conditioning you in ways you couldn't imagine.

By the time the activity began to wind down you had lost count of the number of times you had climaxed, reduced to a whimpering, writhing mess, coated in countless loads. Just as one of the guys sprayed a couple of final weak spurts across your nose and lips, shaking the last of it from his cock, the sound of a car pulling up outside caused everyone (except you) to freeze.

"Shit, someone's here! We gotta go!" you heard someone blurt as the sound of hurried dressing and scrambling about filled the room. By the time you sat up and wiped your eyes you found yourself alone, at least for a moment as a second later the front door swung open and you found yourself face to face with...