A not so friendly basement spitroast.

You step out into the basement and announce your presence, buzzing slightly from the drinks you've been downing in the kitchen. You figured if Jack won their little bet, you'd be better off loopy and feeling no pain. Looking at his face though, you're guessing he had Baltimore.

"Two beers and another tea have arrived."

You stride over to the coffee table, place them down and look around the room. Trevor looks happy and Jack appears a bit down but both are sporting major tentage in their pants. Jack looks over at Junior.

"Well, the bitch's sweet little ass is yours," he says sounding crestfallen. Junior stands and shrugs.

"Don't forget it either. You guys want dessert before you go home?"

Trevor smirks, "Don't mind if I do."

"I'm heading upstairs for a bit. You guys have fun. If you break the rules I kill you, same goes for her behind."

Jack looks at him carefully.

"Aren't you going to pound her ass?"

Junior shrugs, "Don't worry about me, I'll get mine. You two are on the clock though. I mean I'm not the one that's gonna get killed if I'm not home by curfew."

You watch confused as Junior ignores you again and walks up the stairs. All you can think of is the fact these two will be going soon and you have no clue what he has planned between then and 6 am. The remaining men don't seem in the mood to let you stand and ponder this though.

Jack points to the sofa.

"I don't have a lot of time. Get on your hands and knees, Halle."

When you hesitate, he places a hand on each of your shoulders and guides you to the couch. You let yourself be led deciding there's no sense in resisting. The last thing you want to deal with is him getting rougher or whining to Junior. Get him off and get him out of here seems the best strat right now.

He leers down at you as he unzips his pants and pushes both them and his boxers to the floor. You finally get a good look at the monster that turned you into a drooling mess earlier as he steps to the side of the sofa in front of you.

His dick is 8-inches of thick white-meat with a couple of large purple veins throbbing along its length. You'd bet it's a good inch and a half around at least and the prominent bulbous head draws your attention. You stare at it for a moment, watching his hard snake sway back and forth feeling almost hypnotized by the motion. Jack laughs.

"Yeah, bitch it's all yours. I'm not here to entertain you. Get to work!"

You lean toward him and kiss the head, glancing up into his eyes. He smiles cruelly.

"Too fucking slow!"

He pushes your head down on the armrest, tilting you to the side so your right ear is resting on the padding. You feel the cushions shift a bit and you assume Trevor is climbing up on the couch. You imagine your ass is an inviting target sticking up like it is. Jack starts tapping your left cheek with two fingers.

"Open up, I don't have all night. This fuckhole will do for finishing."

You close your eyes and open your mouth as he slips the head of his python through your waiting pink lips. Then you feel the tip of another rod slowly sliding into your aching pussy from behind. You shift your head a bit lining your throat up with your mouth figuring the less resistance he has, the sooner this'll be over. Both of them stop for a second with the heads of their phalluses inside you.

"Ready my man?" Trevor growls.

You're still amazed at the way he changes when he's around Jack. He was reasonable and even eager to be helpful upstairs, now he sounds like a boastful little asshole again. Letting men hang out together seems like the root of all jackassness in the world you begin to suspect.

"Yeah. Let's spitroast this slut!"

You feel Trevor's cock thrust into you hard. Luckily your slit has been working overtime producing lube the last couple of minutes. Your brain may not be enjoying all this rough stuff but your pussy seems content with the attention.

The muscles in your wet tunnel grip his cock tight which elicits a moan from behind you as he penetrates. Jack lifts his hand letting his partner's push **** your mouth onto his waiting organ. Your nose gets buried in his thick pubes as he laughs.

"Damn, she does have a nice mouth."

You can feel his rod filling your throat making breathing impossible. They hold you like that for a full minute, causing you to start struggling for air. Trevor then pulls back causing his buddy's cock to withdraw part way. You suck air in through your nose greedily, not knowing when you'll get another chance.

"This is fun," Trevor laughs. "I really need to get some bets in with Halle before tomorrow's games."

He gives you no warning before driving hard into you again. You can hear Jack groaning, mercifully too into the sensation of you wrapped around his huge weapon to say anything. Trevor is no longer even bothering to pretend to care about your comfort. He just pistons in and out of you, enjoying the feeling of your tight wet hole stretching around his invading organ.

They settle into a new rhythm of bouncing you back and forth between them, Trevor pushing in while Jack pulls back and vice versa. This allows you to try to concentrate on breathing through your nose when Jack is pulling out.

Both men are loudly grunting and growling as they pound your holes. No more pithy comments and insults, they're focused solely on using you to get off. You wiggle between them wanting to moan because your pussy is on fire and you feel like you are constantly on the edge of orgasm. Every time you feel Jack's balls slap your chin or Trevor's tummy meets your ass, your slutty cunt gets wetter. The feeling of helplessness drives you relentlessly toward climax, something you'd never guessed would be a turn on before tonight.

Jack pulls out of your mouth as Trevor eases backward. Then Jack pushes your head off the armrest and down onto the sofa cushion. Trevor starts pounding you even harder from behind as your pussy gushes out of control, soaking both of you in slick love juice. You vaguely feel the top of your head bumping against the armrest as eyes roll back into your head and you begin to feel faint, all you're aware of at this point is the frenzied thrusting into your overstimulated snatch. Trevor catches you off guard when he suddenly pauses deep inside you and explodes, spilling his seed deep into your hungry womb with no warning at all.

A minute later he lets your hips go, without the support you slide down on your stomach sprawled out on the sofa. You feel the cushions shift again as Trevor climbs off. Then you feel a pair of hands reach down and flip you over. As you look up at the ceiling Jack enters your field of vision as he climbs on and straddles your waist, quickly stroking his enormous tool.

"This is how a nasty little whore's night at a party should end, bitch!"

He howls this down at you as his cock erupts, firing ropes of sticky cum at you. You barely get your eyes closed as you feel it land, first on your cheek and then your lips. It seems like he continues for hours intent on painting your face with his creamy, salty jizz. You feel the sofa shift again as he gets off you. Then you hear him speak.

"Come on man. We're done with this cocksleeve."

You hear no response except for the slapping of hands and then heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. You barely make out the sound of the upstairs door closing, then the world goes black. Those assholes cut the lights! You fume silently to yourself as you lay there spent, trying to recover some energy. You spend the time intricately planning your **** but doubt either will still be there when you get upstairs. . . not that you're in a particular hurry to get up at the moment.