The Main Event of the evening.

After getting Quincy to scooch both him and Holly down to the edge of the bed, Dale took up position between his legs and behind her, condom on cock, and lube bottle in hand. Quincy, with his feet firmly planted for more support, was busy fucking Holly and playing with her breasts, keeping her mind constantly flooded with pleasure, stopping only when he felt Dale's knuckles brush up against the bottom of his cock.

Holly's eyes and mouth snapped open, and an almost silent breath escaped from her lungs as she felt an intruder begin to pierce into her already occupied orifice. They then snapped shut, and her fingers and toes curled tightly, as it pressed on, forcing her most important place to make space for two, when it was only ever meant for one. Out of instinct for their own protection, her hips started to move forwards, but powerful hands from below pushed her back, keeping them in place. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod," she heard herself muttering, over and over again, her pitch climbing higher and higher, fearing that her pussy might not ever go back to normal, until finally, mercifully, someone stopped moving.

Meanwhile, both above and below her, temporarily deaf to her whimpers, her partners were going through their own ordeals. Trying his best not to move too much and risk toppling this tower of flesh on top of him, Quincy focused on keeping his cock inside her, as well as using his lips on whatever part of Holly they could reach, giving her little nudges and rewards for her bravery. Dale was busy trying to navigate the tangle of limbs around him, and was doing his best to find an angle he could get to, where both he and Quincy could comfortably move, without dislodging one another. All tasks made significantly more difficult as they could all feel their cocks throb against each other, and the accompanying quivering of their gracious hostess' cramped walls. Once they had all more or less gotten in sync with each other, the men started to move.

Biting onto the sheets to muffle her screaming, spots started dancing in front of Holly's eyes, her overwhelmed brain catching up to reality. The pair of hands wrapped around the small of her back, another on her shoulder, and a fourth on the bed, just on the edge of her vision, made her feel completely trapped and at their mercy. The male grunts and groans of effort and pleasure that came out of them as they defiled her like this. The awkward off-rhythm thrusts making both cocks rub against her walls at different angles, confusing her as to which belonged to whom. Whenever they managed to move at the same time, her vision would go white as her body tricked her mind into thinking that she was getting fucked by the largest, thickest, and hardest cock in the world. How much more intense the stimulus was, and how dirty she felt for getting so much pleasure from it.

She felt like she had to be a truly wanton and lewd woman to both allow and enjoy having both of her lovers inside her at the same time. But she also felt like the most beautiful and attractive woman in the world, if both of them couldn't stand to be second and had to have her, no matter what. If she thought she could juggle the logistics of it, she'd have a third lover here with them, with his cock in her mouth, just so that she could feel like a real slut, wielding such power that she could drive three men crazy like this. In her mind's eye, dangling on a rope in front of her was their safe-word, and it was taking all of her concentration, to not grab it.

But a sudden relief and deep penetration drove the breath from her lungs. Someone had slipped out of her, and the other either hadn't noticed or was making the most of this opportunity. Blinking some sweat out of her eyes, she found herself being moved back. Taking several quick deep breaths, she prepared to get double stuffed again, when she heard Dale say from behind her, "Snowball. Snowball. Snowball." calling for a pause in the action.