He wants her help to blow off some steam

"That means we'll have to settle for something quick ..." He replies, stepping closer to her and unzipping his fly.

The girl didn't expect this.
Not so sudden ...

"Don't worry, it won't take much time. After all, you already got us pretty worked up, am i right, Marshal?" Continues Randelli, pulling out his cock right in fron of her face.

Bisaglia simply nods, massaging in crotch through his pants.

Vanessa is speechless.
She feels unable to form a coherent thought.

"Come on! It's not like you're cheating on your boyfriend, right?" Presses the Captain seeing her hesitation.

He's is already rock hard, and Vanessa can't help comparing him with Christian.
She hasn't seen many cocks in her life.
Not so closely at least, as Christian is just her second boyfriend, and only the third man she had sex with.

She would never admit it, but the Captain cock is longer an thicker than her boyfriend's one.

"I-I can't do this ..." She tries to say as he brings it to her mouth.

But despite of her words, her lips offers very little resistence when Randelli prods them with his cock's head.

She has never been good at blowjobs.
She did it a couple of times to her first boyfriend before giving him her virginity and once to a guy she had a fling with in Ibiza.
Chistian, after their first dates, never pressed her about it.

The Captains though, doesn't seem mind her lack of skill and slides eagerly his meat rod back and forth for a good half of his lenght inside her mouth.
Vanessa simply stands there, almost frozen, with her brain registering every detail against her own will.

His scent, his flavour, the warmth and consistency of that foreign body inside her mouth, the texure of its skin and how it slides against her lips, eased by her own drool.
Is it normal to drool like that?
Is it normal to feel her head getting dizzy and her skin burning?

One of the Captain's hands, suddenly reaches down to her breasts, removing her arms from chest, and starts to fondle it.
She squirms surprised as he pinches her throbbing nipple between his thumb and index figer.

"Bisaglia, come on! What are you wating for? A written invitation?" Grunts the man to his collegue.

Vanessa feels her heart skip a beat.
They can't possibly want her to blow them at the same time.

"And you, get on your knees."

The Captain slide his hands under her armpits and drag her off the bed on her knees.
His cock slips out of her mouth for a second, offering her the opportunity to protest.

"I'm not a whore ... i wont' be sucking you both at the same time!" She says, mustering all her confidence.

Bisaglia looms over her with a stupid, lustful look on is face.

"Hey, you're the one in hurry, we're just doing you a favour ... Aren't you worried about your boyfriend coming over?" Says the Captain before putting an hand on her shoulder to hold her in place.

"By the way, who told you could stop sucking?"

A moment after his cock his back inside her welcoming mouth.
Vanessa lets him use her meekly, closing her eyes for the shame.
She hears the zipper of Bisaglia being undone, and an unkown hand take one of her and place it on something tha feels like a strange ... limbless ... hairy ...
Cock!

She opens again her eyes, realzing she is holding the Marshal's limp, fat manhood.
The hideous, shapeless thing, swells up in matter of seconds under her fingers, reaching a size that Vanessa didn't even think could exist, and surely didn't expect to belong to someone like Bisaglia.

She tries to retreact her hand, but the Marshal wraps it back around his shaft and starts jaking himself off letting out quiet grunts of pleasure.

With horrid fascination, Vanessa notices that her fingers barely close around it, as thick as it.
She feels a familiar, guilty quiver between her legs, as the Captain withdraws from her mouth and offers her head to the newcomer.

Not even the time to catch her breath.
Eagerly the Marshal grabs her behind her nape with an hand, while with the other on he guides e his massive log to her lips and forces it through them, almost dislocating her jaw.

She tries to push him away or at least to stop him from tucking his thing deeper, but the Captain seizes her arms and locks them behind her back, kneeling behind her.

For a moment she feels his erection brush against the naked skin of her back like a burning ember, as his free hand moves to her chest.

"Such a fine body ... Do your boyfriend even realize how lucky he is?" He whispers in her hear squeezing her supple breasts.

"So fine ..." He repeats as his hand slowly moves down.

"How do you like it, Marshal? What do you think of out new friend?" He asks as he takes his time to explore her.

The Marshal limits himself to a deep grunt, jamming with even more **** his cock inside the girl's narrow mouth.

"And what of you? Are you enjoying yourself?" Teases the Captain in her ear.

"I bet you do ..."

His hand dives between her legs, quickly locating her dewy lips.
More receptive to his touch than Vanessa could ever want, they blossom out like a fleshy rosebud, as his fingers gilde along the rim of her quivering mistery.

"Hey Marshal, our young friend here is really enjoying herself. She is sopping wet!" Chirps the man sticking two fingers inside her yielding, seeping hole.

Vanessa would like to die.
Overwhelmed by shame and guilt, pinned and harassed by two strangers, yet so close to a massive orgasm to be unable to think about anything else.

"Maybe we shoud take this to the next level. What to you think Bisaglia?"