Too horny to care

Noah was too horny to care. His fingers pressed into the yielding fat of her ass, and he spread her cheeks apart with slow, measure ****. She was twitching and trembling, Dante’s fist at her scalp, dark hair jutting out between his fingers. The sounds of her slobbering on Dante’s cock seemed to make his own cock throb harder.

Then there was the sight of her other holes. Not only was her pussy slick, it’s lips parted and dripping, but her asshole was slightly swollen, the barest hint of gape formed at the center, it and still had a shine to it, as if it had been recently and thoroughly fucked. He stared at it for a few seconds, unable to look away.

He wondered how many of them had taken a turn with her ass, he wondered if the really hung guy that stepped into hallway with dick hanging out, fucked in her ass too.

Noah had never imagined Jillian was like this. He thought he knew her. He was sure she had a wild side, but he had never expected any of this.

He wanted to be angry, to feel hurt, but all he could focus on was the sight before him, the raw, unfiltered depravity of it all.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew he should say something, do something, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he grabbed base of his cock and pressed forward against her slick puffy ring of flesh. It was technically their first time, and hadn’t even considered putting it in her pussy. Drunk and horny he knew what he wanted it, the moment he spread her ass cheeks apart. He wanted it just like the others, had taken it.

Jillian moaned something fricative around Dante’s cock, her back briefly arching like a startled cat, before she settled back into position. Noah kept pressing forward, the tip of latex wrapped cock collapsing against the stubborn entrance.

Then her head perked up, “WHYS ev'ryone goin' FO’ m' aff?” She barely turned her head, her lips still wrapped around the tip of Dante’s cock. Noah quickly pressed a palm against the small of her back, guiding her back down before she could see him.

His cock was harder than it had ever been, and he didn’t want Jillian to freak out.

Noah put his knee on the bed for leverage and pressed his cock forward with his thumb. He could feel his pulse in his dick, sending a tremor up his spine.

Heat and pressure slowly spread over the tip of his cock, the friction began to rise. Jillian shuddered, her slurp heavy hums growing deeper.

Noah dug his fingers into her cheeks, carving furrows into the flesh, and slid in further, the soft pressure collapsing around him.

Noah held Jillian's cheeks open, his focus locked on his cock as it slowly disappeared beyond the pink rim of her asshole. The sight and sensation was intoxicating, every fiber of his being begging him to plow forward. But he held back, he knew he shouldn't rush it. Whether she had been taking it up the ass the entire time or not, he didn't want to risk hurting her.

He went slow, savoring every inch as he slid all the way in, then all the way out. The deliberate pace allowed him to relish the feeling, the tightness, the heat. Dante noticed, either the positioning or the pace.

He grunted, “You fucking that asshole?”

Noah only nodded.

Dante’s excitement was clear in the sound of his voice, “Fuck yeah!” He grunted as Jillian continued to slobber on his cock. “Man, that ass looks incredible. I think I want some ass next.”

That was when Jillian started to fuck him back. His cock sliding back in from his backstroke as she began to see-saw between them. Her hips moving in slow, deliberate shifty circles, grinding back against him. She slowly picked up speed, and Noah released her cheeks, the full weight of them crashing against his pelvis as they writhed against each other. The sensation of her ass against him while his cock was buried inside her, was so unbelievably good he moaned without even realizing it.

Jillian arched her back, her movements stalling as Noah began to thrust harder. Her heavy ass cheeks rippled from the impact, recoiling against him. The pressure was building, stretching across his length, and Dante picked up his pace.

His fingers slid across her scalp, digging into her hair. Noah could hear the spit gushing from her mouth as Dante’s cock plunged into her throat.

“Fuck...” Dante grunted again, “...tear that ass up.”

Noah could hear Jillian gagging between wet gasps of breath, the sounds mingling with Dante's swears and grunts. Noah felt the sensation deepen, his cock twitching slightly, urging for more. Her muscles were locked around him, contracting and releasing in a fluttery rhythm that was going to send him over the edge if he didn’t slow down.

Noah didn't realize Jillian had spat Dante’s cock out until he heard her moaning, her voice worn with strain and reverberating with an excess of spit in the back of her throat. The head of Dante's cock poked through a curtain of dark hair as she pumped his shaft through her fist.

Noah grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugging her in the direction of Dante’s drying cock. It was more of a reflex, but there was something strangely satisfying about hearing the gurgling moan she let out as landed lips-first around Dante’s cock. Dante jerked forward, swearing under his breath, as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Noah’s weight shifted forward with the effort, pushing his cock deeper into her ass. Her asshole seemed to clutch at him, a quiet, but greedily patience.

And then it happened. Jillian mewed a wet **** noise around Dante’s cock. Her body tensed up for a few seconds. Then her muscles began contracting around his dick. It was a sudden and intense sensation, her asshole clenching around him, milking his cock, and trembling, as she writhed between them. It looked like she was having an orgasm. Noah didn’t think it was even possible for her cum like this, but the proof was pulsing around his cock.