Fucked Me

“Let’s fuck!” I declared. “You both can decide the position, one in front/one in back, both from behind, same hole, different holes… just fuck me.”

The frat boys look at each other and smile a smile that would scare a shark. All it did to me was make me squirm and get wetter. (I know what you are thinking, Diary, could that even be possible? Well it was, I could feel it running down my legs). They both stepped back and looked around, deciding. Some whispering passed between them, but I couldn’t hear them, yet it didn’t scare me. In fact, it made me frustrated. I wanted to fuck! I impatiently tapped a foot. They chuckled, then advanced on me, using their bodies to push me farther down the dark alley. My heartrate skyrocketed. Yes! Yes, Diary, this is what I wanted. I am wet all over again as I write this down).

“See that trashcan to the right?” One of them asked. I nodded. “We want you bent over that, skirt up around your waist and tits out.” I complied.

Bent over and exposed gave me such a sexual thrill. Feeling the cool night air against my bare ass, the wetness between my legs, the slight smell of aftershave from one of my gentleman callers. I was in HEAVEN! My legs were kicked farther apart, and my hips were anchored to the trashcan top. I waited for, well, to be fucked. I had no idea who was behind me, but I was hoping they knew what they were doing. I needed a good dicking in the worst way, Sweet Dear Diary.

I shadow passed in front of me and when I looked up I was staring face-to… umm, -cock. I didn’t need an invitation, it was pointing in my direction and I opened my mouth to receive it. The cock pushed into my mouth slowly, savoring the feeling my mouth smooth tongue and wet mouth. I made sure to keep my teeth protected with my lips and moved my neck so that it had a straight shot down my throat. He stopped at the back and just sat there. Now, Diary, I have become pretty good at deep throating and not panicking when I cannot breathe, but laying across the trashcan like that, pushed my lungs and made it harder to breath in general. I gaged, and the cock was withdrawn with a chuckle from the cock’s owner. My eyes were watering, there was too much saliva in my mouth and I felt I needed to spit, but there was no time for that, the cock was on its way back.

Behind me I felt something hard and long run up the inside of my thigh before finding my warm folds. It teased! I was nearly mad with need. It just rubbed along my warm and swollen lips, then it would find my clit poking out of its hood and I would jolt from the sudden nerve overload. In my head I demanded he enter me, but the teasing continued. I tried to forget about what was going on back there, and concentrate on the cock in front of me, but because of my position, there wasn’t must I could do but open for it.

Finally, I felt the cock head resting against my opening. Hands rested on my shoulders now and I knew he was about to drill into me. I tried to brace myself against the can, but it didn’t work. The cock slammed into me all the way, balls deep, and I choked on the cock that was similarly shoved into my mouth. It was a deliberate piece of teamwork and I loved it! Filled at both ends. Bliss.

All I needed to do was be there. I was being used from behind in time with being used from the front. They found a rhythm had me bouncing between them like a ping pong ball. It was delicious and perfect. I lost track of the many times I came. The frat guy behind me had a cock that was an expert at finding my g-spot as well as roaming fingers that set up squatter’s rights against my clit and asshole. I knew that I would have a sore throat the next day (Quick note from Saturday morning, where I am writing this, I do indeed have a sore throat.) from the on slaughter from the prick in my mouth, well more importantly in my throat. I didn’t care, all the mattered at that moment was to be used and used well. My ribs where starting to complain from the constant pounding against the unyielding trashcan lid (Hi, Saturday me again, I have a lovely band of bruising around my mid section).

The rhythm of the guy behind me changed, indicating that his final run to the finish line was upon us. I did my best to clench my southern muscles, but they were not responding. Too much of a good thing had made them tired, I guessed. He slowed but continued from there with quick, hard, deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before ramming himself back in. I came again, and he followed my example. His cum shot into me, spurt after lovely spurt, and I rode out his quick spastic humping with all the grace of an animal learning to walk. My legs were Jell-O, and both sets of lips were swollen.

I turned my concentration to the cock before me and put the last bit of mouth energy I had into it. I sucked and licked and used my teeth. I reached a hand up and cradled his balls, tugging and squeezing with expert knowledge. It did the trick. I heard him suck in air and he drove his cock to the back of my throat before busting. I contracted my throat and swallow all that he gave me.

With what I assumed was great satisfaction, both dudes withdrew from their perspective holes and helped me to my feet. I swayed and placed a hand against the wall to brace myself. My thighs were coated in a mixer of our pleasures and I was equally coated in sweat. The three of us looked at each other in that awkward way that strangers, that just fucked, do,and no one really knowing what to say or do. I did. This was, after all, not my first rodeo.

“Thanks boys. See ya around.” I winked at them and walked, a little bowlegged, out of the alley to hail a cab.