Billy lets them break her in a bit before breaking in himself

As if her sigh was the cue Carl began to hump upwards. Like it was her prompt Rachel began to raise and lower herself, forgetting that this wasn't her idea as the pleasure continued to grow inside. Her hands splayed on Carl's hard pecs, enjoying the sculpted feel of his body below her.

Tyrone's dick continued to glide in and out of her mouth, the tip going from her red lips to the back of her throat. She'd had more than enough experience at sucking dicks to not ****, and when he tried to get farther in co-operated, letting her jaw loosen and her throat open.

"Oh man, she deep throats too!" Tyrone groaned and she seemed to laugh, nearly setting him off right there.

"I bet she takes it up the ass too," Carl said. Rachel froze, making a sound that might have been a mix of alarm and query. "I think that's a yes," he laughed.

"Don't worry," Billy assured her, his dick now out of his pants and a bottle of lube - the kind the pros use - in his hand, ready to pour. "We'll pay you extra."

Rachel seemed unsure of this, especially as the lube poured out over her rosebud, but she held still as if frozen, only making a sound when Billy's dick made contact with her puckered orifice.

"Ladies and gents, for the first time ever I give to you, 'Billy's cock!'" Billy said theatrically.

The other two laughed. "Don't worry," Tyrone said, "We'll make sure it gets covered up right away."

"At least we're not showing his face," Carl added, laughing.

The banter seemed to relax Rachel, and when he pushed forward there wasn't as much resistance as there would have been.

"Hey this is easy," Billy said. "I think she's taken a ton of dick up her ass."

"Whoa! You an anal whore, Rachel?" Carl asked.

Rachel's face blushed a bit. She'd taken it up the rear a number of times, but they made it sound like she made a living out of it.

She was absurdly grateful when Tyrone seemed to come to her defense. "Nah, Billy's just puny, that's all." Rachel hummed in gratitude, making him twitch. "Dammit, I don't think I'm gonna last long. Her mouth's like a hooker's. Without the sores."

Carl laughed. "Complaints complaints. Her pussy's pretty good. Not as tight as the other girls we've fucked but I can make up for that."

Rachel harrumphed in protest, her mouth still draped over Tyrone's dick.

"Less talking, more fucking," Billy said, and the three began to move. Carl took over as the fucker, letting Billy drive himself in and out. Rachel even co-operated by spreading her butt-cheeks to let him get farther in and occasionally pushing back on him.

Then she started to tremble, grinding her cunt and ass on their cocks. Tyrone couldn't hold out anymore as she began to cry out, and as an orgasm swept through her body he stepped to the side, moving her face within view of the camera as he pulled out, his over-stimulated dick splattering her face with copious amounts of cum. Rachel was so deep within her own orgasm she didn't even notice.

"Man, I need to sit," he gasped, flopping onto the couch.

Unblocked by cock Rachel's mouth began uttering moans and groans and cries of pleasure. Her orgasm finished rattling through her body but the pleasure didn't seem to leave, just plateau.

She ducked her head, scrunching up her eyes and biting her lip. She didn't notice Tyrone take the camera and catch her orgasmic expressions. He panned the camera over her body, between her face and tits and the two cocks, though he took care to keep the face of their 'mysterious' cameraman Billy out of the picture frame.

After a while Billy, being the least inexperienced at holding back from orgasm, began to buck against her harder and harder, his own orgasm overwhelming him. He was barely able to stumble around her and Carl to get to her face in time to spray it with a suprisingly large load of jism.

"Jesus, maybe you should be the one on camera," Tyrone joked.

"Nah, he had that much because he's a virgin," Carl teased, though his voice was strained. Rachel was practically jumping up and down on him, and it was obvious that she was at the peak of another orgasm, while Carl was trying not to spew inside her.

"Fucker," was all Billy could say. He took advantage of Rachel's orgasmic distraction to feed his dirty cock into her mouth, letting her suck it clean automatically.

Luckily he pulled it out before she went over the edge of her second orgasm or she might have bit it off.

She undulated, rocked, squirmed and shuddered atop Carl until it was too much for him and he had to roll her over, yanking himself out of her clenching cunt and scrambling up her body. He only made it as far as her tits before he began to spray. It seemed to take forever for his balls to drain, and the boys stared as he unloaded a record amount of sperm atop her large jugs. Lines and splotches adorned them when he was done, just like the ones on her flushed face.

"Damn," Tyrone breathed. "I might be ready for seconds!"