Some, unless she was planning on going somewhere

“Well, let’s do something about that.” This time I almost jumped at the voice in my ear. Lucky for Ben I wasn’t sucking his balls or he’d likely have been missing a testicle. I kept losing track of people in these gang-bangs of mine. Justin was behind me, cupping my breasts through my shirt. I struggled to turn my attention back to Ben as Justin massaged my chest. I had just drawn Ben’s fuckstick into my mouth when Justin gave my nipples a pinch. I tried to cry out around the cock in my mouth, but the only thing that did was leave me deepthroating Ben as he pumped into my face. I had eight-inches of cock past my lips, probably half of that wedged in my throat. “Damn, I wish that was me,” Justin grunted as he tugged my shirt open. He squeezed my tits again but abruptly let go. “I guess I’ll have to try something else.” He slid his hands down my belly to my shorts. He fumbled with my belt and then my shorts for a couple moments, before tugging them open and down off my ass.

This then was the scene: I was down on my hands and knees. My cut-off shirt was hanging open and I had Ben’s eight-inch wonder down my throat. My hair, back tight in a pony-tail, was hanging down the left side of my neck, swaying back and forth as Ben fucked my face. My shorts were tugged half-way down my thighs, the belt hanging free as Justin pushed my booted feet apart and got ready to mount me from behind. He shoved his cock into my box a and pumped back and forth. The feeling was incredible. Trevor had never worked his way up to doggy-style but I had had enough in the past day to know I loved it.

Justin’s thick love-meat pushed through my lips and up my into my pussy as Ben pumped in and out of my mouth. I moaned around my mouthful, first in protest as Justin pulled out and then in dirty pleasure as he placed the tip against my asshole. I was a bit damp along the crack from where my shorts had been pressed until moments before but I was still largely dry. As Justin took hold of my waist I tried to relax as far as possible, letting Ben ease down my throat, concentrating on him as far as I could while fighting the urge to tighten my bunghole. (No matter how much I enjoy anal, I have never really learned to relax against the first push. It’s just too exciting, too different. I am told that is why my backdoor is so popular. Tightness matters and no matter how many loads I take there, my sphincter still clamps down on the head like a bear-trap.) The knob felt like a softball going up my ass and I reflexively tightened.

“Oh yeah,” I felt Justin’s breath on my neck. “Now THAT’S tight!” He pushed a bit more in but it was not easy. I didn’t find it painful but I just couldn’t find a way to get my muscles to unclench.

“You know,” Justin said, after a couple minutes of frustrated grunting, “tight is great, but we aren’t going to get anywhere at this rate. Loosen up, damn you!” It really was one of the more stupid things I remember being told. A cock in my ass, while I drooled over a second in my mouth, and I was being told to relax. I wanted to but he kept trying to shove a bat up my ass every time I tried.

A/N: Not completely happy with this, but for now it is serviceable.