They want as much of your time as you got of theirs

Eventually, you manage to gently push Sam's arm away near the stairwell, but it's only after more then a small amount spills over your lips and down your front. You do notice that Sam simply lowers the bottle to your thighs as you feel the cold glass press against and between your thighs as the guys 'help' you down the stairs. You get another swig of your beer around the middle of the steps, and more sensations prickle across your skin - the liquid beer having been spilled around your face, neck, and cleavage, Tom's continuing **** on your backside with every moment you linger, and Bill pinching your nipples, his hands alternating between your breasts now.

And you barely give one moment of thought to pushing them away, or shouting at them, only inching towards the bottle as you ache for the cold feeling against your sweaty skin, your judgment clouded by either the beer, your wanting for the guys, or both.

You all eventually make it to the waiting moving van, where only the mattress and bedframe remains, which you know they were going to give away. You hop up anyways, ignoring the ramp as Bill finally leaves you alone to plop the mattress down on the van's floor, the boys following close behind you into the darkened interior.

"It's pretty comfy." says Bill. "Shame we have to give it away without it being used again."

"Why don't you try it?" asks Tom, and before you can even think, he yanks on your hair, and you clumsily flop down onto it, sprawled on your side. Bill and Tom quickly move to reposition you on your back as Sam tips the bottle straight into your mouth.

You swallow as much as you can, but eventually you start coughing, and it's at that point Sam simply pours out the remainder down your neck, and onto your chest, emptying the vile brew. He hands the bottle back to Bill, grinning.

"No sense wasting this beer." With that, his lips lock onto yours, a demanding kiss as he sucks the beer from around your lips, and you feel Tom's mouth biting and licking your nipples, and a familiar cold feeling on your thighs, at first between you.

You gasp into Sam's mouth and he pulls back as Bill shoves the thin end of the bottle into your pussy, thrusting it in and out of you, and you start bucking to get away from the cold and Tom's mouth sucking up the beer from all over your chest. You curve your tits upwards with the sensations you are experiencing.

Sam will have none of that, however. His hands savagely grab onto your hair and nipple, squeezing as hard as he can, and you squeal in pleasure and pain as you still push back against the foreign invader in your depths, its unyielding cold figure sending you higher and higher as Tom finally finishes licking up the beer from you. He moves his hand moving to your other breast, your gasps synching with the thrusting bottle as the boys feel you tense up, all releasing you at once as you yell louder then you'd intended.

You slump back against the bed as Bill shows you the bottle coated in your juices, and the guys examine your body. Your face and chest is soaked in spit and sweat, and your thighs have a light sheen of cum as a familiar twinge makes you wonder if you finally put your back out on that one.

"So...um...how can I thank you" you ask gingerly, lying flat on the mattress with your legs spread.

"Well, we figure you owe us as much time as we gave you, so..."