To full blown audience participation

Distracted by the stretching of her lips Rachel reacted slowly to the unzipping of the man's pants, but when he popped out a dark penis she realized she didn't have much choice if she wanted to impress these guys and get work for Cecilia and her.

"It's not a proper split if you're holding yourself off the ground," Earl insisted.

Bobby laughed, reaching around Rachel to take the two hands she'd planted on the floor and wrenched first one to the side and then the other. "There," he said. "Happy?"

"Almost," Earl said, and he too unzipped his pants.

Stuck in the split position Rachel had one cock against her lips, another in her hand, and by the sound of another zipper yet another on the way.

"I'm gonna guess that a girl like you likes it a bit rough," Bobby murmered in her ear. "Which probably means you've taken in the ass before."

Rachel couldn't say anything with the first cock now invading her mouth, but she nodded a bit and mumbled something.

"Before Raoul gets his shots I think I want to take a go while it's still tight," he said, puzzling her. The familiar sound of a zipper followed, and Bobby pushed her forward.

With her hands and mouth being pumped by cocks and her in the splits position it was awkward for Bobby to gain access to her ass but with some co-ordination they were able to tilt her forward until his finger found her rosebud, rubbing over it before taking a bottle of their brew and dribbling it down her asscrack.

"No lube, but it's liquid," Bobby said, careful not to get any on his pants as he poured it on his cock. His fingers toyed with her hole, rubbing and pressing until he popped one in.

"Not so hard," he smirked, and Rachel felt embarrassment color her face. She wasn't some anal whore, it was just hard to clench with her legs spread so far. A second finger quickly followed, rubbing around inside her before he added a third.

"There we go, that should be enough," he muttered in her ear, and popped his fingers out, replacing them with the thick spongy head of his cock.

Rachel's eyes widened as her pressed, and she tried to tell him he needed more lube, but the cock in her mouth muffled her.

"You love it?" Bobby said. "I thought you would."

The ones not in her mouth or hands watched jealously, two of them making use of cameras that had film in them, the others planning how they could get in on the action.

As Bobby gained further entrance he began to thrust a little in, then a little out, going deeper each time.

"Damn," Early said, watching. "I want more than a hand."