Tiffany's Tumble

... Tiffany was pressed against the wall by my other roommate, Lance. A sly green clear on his face, he held on tightly to her side with one hand, casually pressing Tiffany against the wall. She let out a gasp, bracing her hand upon the wall, holding herself in place. I quickly noticed her tank top had been yanked upward, her bosom visible to all. Her black skirt had called down to around her feet, and a red g-string clung around her knees. She let out a gasp as Lance moved tightly behind her, pressing himself tightly against her, his left hand wrapped around her neck. Tiffany's gaze was upward, and she let out a short moan, her left leg shoved against the wall.

As I watched on, I saw Lance's erect member brush across her bush, even as his hand tightened on the sides of her neck. I watched as her face turned a deep reddish hue. His smile grew wider, and he kissed her neck as his cock plunged into her pussy, rubbing across her clit. She let out a moan, and she pressed her body upon him even as he pressed her practically close to the wall. She let out a loud moan, doing her best to hold herself still as his cock started to slowly plow into her, each time grinding deeper into her. She cried out, her breath raspy, "Aaaaah yea ... fuck ... AAAaaauuuggghhh. She cried aloud as his cock casually, powerfully stretched its way deeper with each thrust, taking his time, as he took his time.

Not that Chris was slacking off at the sight of Lance and Tiffany, both practical strangers, starting to pound inside my condo. He simply took his time, pushing between roughly impaling me upon his rock-hard member, savouring the experience as long as possible. I moaned aloud myself, my primal cry singing out as if completing with Tiffany who's orgasmic cries.

I felt each and every thrust Chris drove into me, along with his balls. smashing into my shaved snatch. I heard myself crying out as desire and lust buffeted my mind, even as I orgasmed hard, again and again. I knew he was using me solely to please himself, making a show of it, and yet, I wanted him to keep doing it. He yanked hard on my hair, propelling my head back, even as he gripped hard at my side. Working hard to hold myself in place, I knew my naked body was likely visible from the door, but just then, I cared not; Holding my pose, my head down, ass up, was taking precedence. My owl pleasures were heightened further as Tiffany's cries grew louder and sharper, her face deep red as Lance choked her out. Lance never lets up for a second on his slow, forcefully thrusts into Tiffany.

Just then, as if by an unsaid thought, the pair started to increase the speed of their rhythmic thrusts until they were akin to pistons, pounding rough and fast. My orgasm happened with increasing regularity, as pleasure trusted through my very being, and I climaxed hard as his loud exploded deep within me. He keeps t at it a bit more, unleashing yet more of his load deep into my inner recesses. Only once he got it all did he stop, release his hold and me, and straighten up.

I slowly managed to catch my breath as he put his outfit back together. My breaths still ragged, he grabbed me by my hair and along my hip, harshly lifting me back up. I moved, unsteady, as he held onto me tightly. "Wonder what they would think of a whore like this", Chris declared, clearly happy with himself as he ushered me along. I found myself being shoved out the door of my own condo, toward further exposure and an unknown awaiting me outside its threshold. Tiffany had been released by Lance, who already let go of her.

As I was shoved out the door, I saw her leaning against the wall, panting hard, her face slowly regaining its normal pallor, and a white, sticky substance seem to drip from her thatch. Lance held the door open for Chris, who simply shoved me out and into the hall beyond. I let out a yelp as Lance sapped my ass as I passed, and as the door closed behind me, I wondered what schemes they had in store for me now ...