Two inside her

Izzy felt the first pulse of heat deep inside her ass. Paul's cock twitched and jerked. He let go, emptying into her. As it turned out, there were still feelings Izzy's brain didn't know what to do with. It was foreign. Her body tried to speak the language, since it sounded like one she knew (it wasn't like boys had never finished inside her before), but it felt so out of place. Her head lolled. And with Ward hammering away under her, she couldn't come to grips with any of it. She might have been screaming or moaning or laughing. The cum flooded her. It was too much and too hot. Her ass tried to clench around him even as it tried to push him out. The warring impulses made her shake like an epileptic. Then Ward groaned. She felt it in her chest before she heard it in her ears. He pushed himself deep into her, and he went taut. His cock spasmed. He was cumming, too. The double rush made her vision go white. She felt his seed mix with her own wetness. It spill out of her, around the base of his cock, and he kept pumping more into her.

Paul pulled out first. The ache in her asshole made her whimper. He stood up, panting. She distinctly remembered the wet slap of his cock against his thigh as he stepped back. "Jesus," he muttered, and then his footsteps retreated across the floor.

Ward followed a moment later. He withdrew slowly, carefully, as if he were pulling a sword from a wound, and Izzy felt the rush of his cum pour out of her cunt the second his cock cleared her entrance. It ran down her inner thigh, and she saw beads of it drip down between the floorboards. Clean that up, said the boss inside her head. She tried to hold onto something, his ankle, but he pulled it free with a little kick.

They were both gone. The two weights that held her together simply vanished, and her body folded. She slumped down on her side with one arm beneath her. Her knees bent, drawing toward her chest. All she could feel was their cum dribbling out of her. She felt it first from her ass, down the crack of her buttocks and pooled against her cheek before climbed down to the floor. Then more from her pussy. But she'd already been finished on once that night, hadn't she? Paul had painted her face. That cum was drying. I have to work tomorrow. Mina's phone. My makeup is beyond ruined. Derek never... She didn't finish that thought. Derek wasn't anybody. They hadn't even really dated. He was going out with that red-blonde Swiss girl from down the hill. She didn't want to move. That would be fine. They could leave her here. Let Ivan find her in the morning, leaking, with a brainless slack-jawed smile.

"I've seen worse," Paul said. "In the nineties, before the internet fucked everyone up, people actually knew how to..."

"Please don't start with the nineties again," Mina droned. "The more you remind me you're forty seven the more I want to leave. You have a wife. She must like hearing your stories."

"Forty-six," he corrected.