The night air hung heavy with the heat of summer, the pool outside glowing a deep cerulean under the soft patio lights. Music blasted through the house, a steady pulse that matched the rising excitement in my veins. It was just another home party at first—booze flowing freely, laughter mixing with the occasional splash of someone cannonballing into the pool, and everywhere I turned, hot bodies gyrating to the beat. But tonight felt different, like something electric buzzed beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

I wasn’t just tipsy; I was riding that perfect wave where every touch feels heightened, every glance a silent promise. I had spent the better part of the evening teasing these two guys—tall, muscular, oozing confidence. Their eyes hadn’t left me since I first stepped into the party, and it didn’t take long before I gravitated toward them, flirtation dripping from my lips like honey. With every playful nudge and whispered joke, I wound myself tighter around them until the inevitable happened: an invitation back to my place.

The moment the door shut behind us, they were all over me. Lips crashed together, hands roamed over bodies, and clothes hit the floor like a blur. It was all happening so fast, the kind of whirlwind you lose yourself in.

Their lips traced fire along my neck, their bodies pressing me against the wall. My breath came in shallow gasps as one of them knelt down, his mouth finding my pussy, licking slow and deliberate, while the other unzipped his jeans, guiding my hand to his cock. I stroked him, feeling the heat and weight in my hand, before dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth. The taste, salty and raw, filled me as I sucked him down, his groans vibrating through the room. They switched without a word, like they had done this a thousand times before. Now the other was on his knees, devouring me as if I were his last meal, while I continued to bob my head up and down, the slick sound of my mouth working his friend over filling the apartment.

By the time I felt like I couldn’t take another second of teasing, I whispered breathlessly, “Fuck me. Now.”

And they did. God, did they fuck me. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom at first. The living room became a playground for our bodies. The couch groaned beneath us as one took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips while the other stood in front, pushing his cock deep into my mouth. I moaned around him, the sound vibrating up through his shaft, driving him mad as his fingers tangled in my hair. They switched again, and again, alternating between pounding my pussy and my mouth, moving me like a ragdoll, using every inch of space in the apartment. Against the kitchen counter, one lifted me, spreading my legs wide as he drove into me, his cock filling me completely, while the other watched. Then they switched, pulling me off and turning me around and bending me over.

Sweat dripped from all of us, the intensity only growing. They fucked me so thoroughly, so relentlessly, I lost track of time, lost track of how many times my body spasmed with orgasm, how many times I cried out their names or screamed incoherently into the night. They fucked me against walls, on the floor, in every position I could think of and then some. Every time I thought they were about to finish, they would pull back just enough to hold off, prolonging the torture, making me beg for it.

But the moment that truly shattered me was when I asked for a double penetration. “I want you in both my holes... at once,” I whispered, breathless, eyes wide with need. I wanted to feel them both stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. One of them lay back on the bed, his cock standing proud and ready. I climbed on top of him, my back against his chest, my legs splayed open, and slid down onto his cock, feeling the stretch as he filled my ass.

The other stood before us, his cock glistening, and without hesitation, he lined himself up with my pussy and pushed inside. The sensation of both of them filling me, pressing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated my pussy from my ass, was unlike anything I’d ever felt. They started slow, finding a rhythm that had me gasping, clawing at the sheets beneath me. I came within seconds.

They picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, their cocks slamming into me in perfect tandem. My whole body shook, convulsing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

I lost count of how many times I came, each orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and trembling, tears streaming down my face. They didn’t stop. Even as my body quivered and my mind went blank from the overwhelming pleasure, they kept going, fucking me harder, deeper, until I could feel nothing but their cocks stretching me wide. I screamed as another orgasm tore through me, my body going limp, unable to take any more.

Finally, I collapsed, unable to hold myself up any longer. They laughed, not cruelly, but with satisfaction, patting each other on the back like they had just accomplished something monumental. And maybe they had. I could barely think straight, my entire body buzzing with the aftershocks of what we had just done.

As a final thank you, I knelt before them, their cocks still rock hard, and sucked them both off, my lips working furiously, taking them as deep as I could. When they finally came, it was in thick, hot streams, filling my mouth until I swallowed every last drop.