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This is my first story post, so I'd like some response, positive or
negative. It was written for a friend. Thanks to Daphne Xu who gave me some
technical support along the way. Don't blame her if it sucks though, she
just told me how to post it.




If you are an adult over the age of majority in your region, state or
country and are mature and unoffended by sexually explicit, written,
imaginary material, you may read this story, otherwise, please move on.












Tiffany's Story (consensual, group)

Tiffany looked around the room and felt very comfortable. It had been a long
week, but it wasn't bad, just hard work. Now she was ready to let her hair
down a little and relax. And she had come to the right place to do it. A
room full of her friends was just the ticket for a Friday night party. She
stood leaning against the wall, taking it all in. She had a drink, and was
beginning to get a little warm. Not hot, just warm to her toes, a sensation
of knowing where all the parts of her body were. She could feel her toes,
her legs her arms, and of course, the normally sensitive parts of her body
were responding as well. She felt like she was... glowing.

 From across the room, Gary noticed it too. Although he didn't know Tiffany
well, it didn't take intimate knowledge to see that she was enjoying
herself. Swaying gently to the music, her eyes slowly gazing across the
room, a smile on her face. When their eyes met, her smile got a little
bigger and her eyebrows rose. She lifted a finger to say hello and he nodded
back.

Gary wasn't the only one who noticed Tiffany having a good time. Several
other men began gravitating towards her, enjoying her conversation and her
increasing touch. As she talked, she would grab one person's arm, and then
whisper in another's ear. Soon she had a group of several men around her.
There was Mark, who was tall and had large feet that made Tiffany wonder
about his endowments. He had dark black hair and brown eyes that nearly
matched the jet black hair. He was the host of the party. Jamil was a guy
she had known for some time. Of Arab descent, but he was from here. He was
not tall, but his skin was the color of brown sugar, and they had been
attracted to one another for some time. It had never gone any further than
making out after a few drinks one night, but she could still remember the
throbbing bulge against her thigh as they danced.

The attention of the males that Tiffany was getting was also drawing
attention from the females in the room. Normally at these parties, there
were more men than women, so the women had an easy time of it. They could
pick and choose and decide if they wanted to spend more time with any of
them. Despite this fact though, tonight the women seemed to be getting very
little attention. All the attention seemed to be on Tiffany. Some of the
women didn't really notice, they just felt bored and decided to leave.
Others figured it out and decided that they should stay close to her,
figuring she couldn't keep every guy in the room entertained. A few others
just decided to head out and find another place to find someone to occupy
their time.

Tiffany didn't really notice all the attention she was getting, but before
long, she did notice that she seemed to be the only female among 6 guys, all
of whom were trying to get on her good side. Her glass was never empty and
she was getting a lot of compliments on an outfit that she chose for
comfort, not for it's high fashion. In addition to Jamil and Mark, Gary had
come over to talk to her. Gary's friend, Scott, who Tiffany didn't know, was
being a little aloof, standing apart from the main group, but he was good
looking too. Stephen and Seth, twin brothers with blonde hair and bright
blue eyes were closest to her. She had just finished telling a story about
her idiot boss when Stephen asked her if she wouldn't mind going somewhere
more private so that just the two of them could talk.

Tiffany looked around at the six of them, knowing that not all of them heard
Stephen's request. She said simply, "No, I'd like to stay here. I
like...groups."

She spoke in a straightforward manner, but her eyes gave an indication of
something else. What was she thinking? Sure, she had fantasized about having
more than one guy, but six? Still, her cunt was already juicing up at the
thought of it. How could she start such a thing? She looked at the door, and
the time. She knew that what she ought to do was walk out and call a cab.
She had obviously been drinking too much and she obviously wasn't in her
right mind. But she didn't feel drunk. She felt clear, crystal clear. She
looked at each man and wondered about the feeling of his body against hers.
She remembered Jamil's cock against her thigh. She noticed the size of
Mark's hands and almost felt them on her large breasts. Gary's broad
shoulders enticed her. Scott's brooding eyes made her wonder what he would
be like, and of course the thought of twin brothers...

Her thoughts, wandering over the bodies of her admirers, returned as she
heard her name being repeated. It was Mark.
"Tiffany, why don't we go sit outside by the pool?"

It was warm outside, one of the last few warm days of fall, and it sounded
like a great idea to Tiffany. Everyone refilled their drinks and they
entered the garden pool area, a secluded but well lit courtyard. The pool
looked nice, but of course the hot tub was beckoning to Tiffany. She removed
her shoes and the men followed suit.  She sat her drink next to the hot tub
and rolled up the legs of her jeans, dipping her toes into the warm water.
The men sat around as well. Jamil dipped his hand into the bubbling water
and once it was warm, he began rubbing the back of Tiffany's neck. She
leaned her head forward and her legs slipped further into the water. Her
pants legs started soaking up water. No one spoke. Tiffany moaned a little
as she felt her panties moistening with the thoughts of all the men watching
her. She knew who was in charge. She opened her eyes, looked up at the men
staring at her and spoke the words that started the true party.

"I want all of you to take off your clothes."

Scott, the aloof one, seemed least surprised. He stood slowly from his
chair, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His chest, hairless, was golden
and though not strongly muscular, was very appealing. Tiffany stared
directly at him, but out of the corners of her eyes, she could tell the
others were beginning to strip as well. She maintained eye contact with
Scott as he then reached down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants. He lowered them and his cock, already hard, was plainly
visible in the green bikini briefs he was wearing. She silently mouthed
"stop." And he waited for her.

Despite the fact that she could have easily walked around to him, she knew
what she wanted to do, and saw no reason not to at this point. With all her
clothes still on, she stepped down into the hot tub and stood in the center
of it. She lowered her body and then her head into the water. As she
submerged herself, breathing slowly under the warm water, she coached
herself.

"This is it. I can just leave now, and hope that they'll understand, or I
can keep going, without really knowing how it will all end."

She knew it was a pointless talk. She was soaked now, inside and out, and
she was beyond the point of reason. She stood up out of the water and walked
out of the hot tub, her clothes splashing water on the concrete around the
hot tub as she went. She knelt down in front of Scott and looked up at his
eyes again. Her right hand reached up and although it was shaking from the
excitement of it all, She moved her right hand, and although it was shaking,
it was firmly gripping Scott's erection. She could see a dark spot on his
briefs and knew that he was already leaking just as she was.

She stood and waited for Scott. She didn't speak, but he knew what she
wanted. He reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse. For the moment,
she wasn't even aware of the other men there. She felt Scott's hands as they
brushed against the sides of her breasts. Felt them against her back as he
reached to undo her bra. She shuddered as the backs of his hands touched her
stomach when he reached to undo her pants, then shuddered again as he
reached her lower back to remove her pants and then her panties. All the
males were standing had gathered around her now, and she was suddenly aware
of their eyes on her body. She could feel them staring at her ass and her
wet hair, her neck and her breasts. She looked around at all of them and
then down at the concrete. Despite her arousal, she knew she couldn't do
this here. Her body would be scratched to pieces.

As if sensing her hesitation, Mark walked over and grabbed a beach blanket
from a storage bench next to the pool. He spread it in a large grassy area
and stood, waiting.

Tiffany, her mind in crystal clear mode again, grabbed Scott's hand and
walked him over to the blanket. She kissed his neck, and her left hand
reached into his underwear and began fondling his warm throbbing hard-on. He
reached a hand to her lower back and pulled her closer as he moaned from the
feeling of her hand stroking him. His other hand began rubbing her breast.
Tiffany could feel how wet she was inside. How open she was. How ready to
fuck. But she knew what she wanted first. She gave Scott a long kiss,
tongues frantically exploring, as if trying to fuck each other's mouths, and
then began kissing her way down his body.

Scott could not believe the feelings he was having. It was unreal, and he
knew that where Tiffany was heading, he would be unable to last long. As her
mouth engulfed his cock and he felt her lower lip against his balls, he
thought he might be done already. He had to wait though, if only for just a
moment longer.

The other five men were amazed. Only one of them had ever been in a
situation like this before, and that was just a threesome. Despite their
hesitance, they found they were all soon stroking their own cocks as they
watched Tiffany suck Scott's cock. They saw her mouth, moving over him, her
cheeks moving as she sucked and licked. As Scott had his dick sucked, they
could almost feel her mouth on them and hoped that they would truly feel it
soon.

Scott knew what was happening, but he continued to hold on as long as he
could. His heart seemed like it had moved into his crotch. He could feel the
blood pulsing there. His balls were drawn so tight they had practically
disappeared. He was thrusting gently into Tiffany's mouth now, lost in the
sensation of her mouth and the sounds of his cock moving into it.

Tiffany was moaning, loving the swollen cocks motion. She knew he was going
to come hard. Tiffany's right hand was at the base, stroking him into her
mouth and the other was on his ass, drawing him closer. "Six guys," she
thought to her self. "How many times can I make six guys come?" She knew
that she wanted their cum. Wanted it insider her, on her, all over her. She
wanted to be bathed in their cum. She moaned again and her eyes opened wide
as she felt Scott's cock bulge and then explode into her mouth. The first
shot she didn't even swallow. It just shot right down her mouth. Scott was
shouting now, incoherent, a sort of simulation of the sound his dick would
make if it could make noise. The second shot she swallowed, but before the
third came, she pulled him out of her mouth and he shot the third and fourth
on her chin. She slowly squeezed the cum out and the rest of it continued
down her chin and onto her breasts. He had shot a big load, and that was not
including what had gone down her face.

The only sound now was Scott's "Oh God," as he came down from his orgasm. He
looked as if he might faint, and he did sit down pretty quickly. Tiffany
felt the sperm running down her chin and rubbed some gently into her
nipples. The slickness made her pussy clench, and she realized how close to
an orgasm she was herself. She needed it, and she knew how she would get it.
She looked at Stephen and Seth. They were stroking their cocks, standing
apart from each other. She couldn't guess what they were thinking, but she
could tell they might not be overly comfortable with what they were doing in
each other's presence. She didn't care. She needed them. She needed the two
of them, one at each end of her body. Needed to have one cock in her pussy,
one in her mouth, fucking her into oblivion. She said their names quietly,
as if calling them to a doctor's appointment.

"Seth,... Stephen."

They both stepped forward, eyes fixed on Tiffany, avoiding each other's
gaze. She was on her hands and knees, cum shining on her chin and chest. One
of them, she couldn't figure out which one, walked up to her face, and
before he was even still for a minute, she had taken his cock into her
mouth, a mixture of saliva and Scott's remaining cum coating his erection.
She was not ashamed. She looked him in the eyes and let his cock slip out of
her mouth.

"What's your name?" She asked, and he smiled.

"Seth." His name came out low, and she resumed sucking his cock. She needed
to know. She wanted to know all their names, wanted to keep up with who came
where and how many times. She had sucked Scott. Now Stephen was going to
fuck her while she sucked his brother. Then there was Mark, Gary and Jamil.

She turned her head around to Stephen and looked at him.

 "Fuck me," she said. He had been rubbing her pussy gently and caressing her
ass. She didn't want foreplay. Foreplay had ended when she stepped in to the
hot tub. She needed to cum. And she didn't want to wait any longer.
Fortunately, Stephen wasn't going to maker her wait. He placed his cock at
her lips and rubbed the head of it on her wet pussy. Then, with a groan, he
slowly slid all the way insider her. Tiffany, who had resumed sucking Seth's
cock, stopped for a minute, moaning as she felt the length of Stephen in her
cunt. She grabbed Stephen's left hand and placed it over her clit. He began
rubbing his fingers over her as he pumped slowly and rhythmically, matching
the pace she had resumed on his brother's dick. They were soon a thrusting,
moaning machine, with Tiffany as the lynch pin. The brothers fucked into her
from both ends, and Tiffany was beginning to lose her clarity of mind. She
couldn't tell where her body ended and their bodies began. There was only
thrusting, smacking noises, moaning and labored breathing. She felt
heartbeats, all rapid, at several different points in her body. She knew she
was going to come. She only hoped that she would remain conscious. Then,
what could have only taken a moment, seemed to slow down to an hour. She
felt Stephen's cock, swelling inside of her and knew that he would be
coming. His hands now gripped her hips and he had sped up, shoving his cock
deep inside her, pounding into her. His brother had changed pace too, and
his gentle pumping motions became hard face fucking. Tiffany had placed her
hand at his thigh to keep him from bruising her face. She knew then that the
twins were going to come at the same time. She had to hurry and decide where
she wanted their milky white sperm. The decision was not hers to make. In
the split second it took for her to decide, Stephen stopped, and shoving his
cock almost into her cervix he froze. Seth pulled his cock out of her mouth
and leaned his head back. Then, with simultaneous growls, they let loosed.
Tiffany felt Stephen's cock throbbing and the jetting cum deep inside her.
At the same time, Seth's cock shot cum all over her face as she pumped him.
Then more shot on her ear, into her hair. This was all it took for Tiffany.
The feeling of one brother coming, coupled with the visual aid of the
other's spurting cum, was all she could take. She let out a noise she had
never made before and she laid her cum soaked face down on the blanket as
the orgasm, wave after wave, took her.

She did not lose consciousness, but the suck and fuck with the brothers,
which had in reality lasted only a few minutes, felt as if it had been an
hour. Her breath was ragged. She now had the cum of two men soaking into her
skin and the cum of another dripping from her snatch. She knew she had to be
a sight for the remaining three men. Three men. What could she do with three
men?

They waited. They knew that they would get their turns. Tiffany rolled over
on her back and looked at them. She was rubbing the cum from her face on to
her body, and Stephen's cum was leaking out and dripping down her ass. She
rubbed it around and soon found her finger sliding into her ass, coated with
Stephen's semen. She was masturbating now, hands moving over her body as she
watched all the men around her. Scott, who had recovered somewhat, was
sitting on the ground a few feet away from her, and he was lazily touching
his cock, which was beginning to respond. Stephen and Seth were both winded,
and were lying down looking at her through half closed eyes. Mark, Gary and
Jamil were all focused on her, but were each stroking their cocks. She could
see the moisture peeking out of the eye of Gary's cock. Jamil was rubbing
his cock slowly, as if he might be afraid he might come any minute. Mark's
cock was indeed as large as her mind had stereotyped. It was not a foot
long, as Tiffany had almost feared it would be, but it was by far the
largest cock she had ever seen in person.

She continued to watch all six of them as she masturbated. Both of her hands
were between her legs. Her right was sliding into her pussy, digging
Stephen's remaining sperm out and rubbing her clit. Her left hand was
underneath her, and she was slowly sliding first one, and then two fingers
into her ass. She didn't do this often, play with her ass, but it was
feeling incredible to her right now. She had been afraid to try anal sex
before, but she seemed to be fearless tonight. Her second orgasm of the
evening overtook her as she continued to finger fuck her ass, but it came as
much from the thought of what she was going to do as from what she was
already doing.

When her mind returned from her orgasm, she looked at Mark. Reaching out for
him, she pulled him to the blanket and with her hands gave him the signals
to lie down. She then began a series of gentle kisses all over his body. His
body felt tight under her lips. He was strong. It felt like he could
probably crush her if he wanted to. His cock, which she held in her right
hand, was throbbing and the head, swollen and purple, was oozing precum on
her hand. She knew she didn't want him above her, with her at the mercy of
the strength of his body and length of his cock. She straddled him at the
knees and gripped his dick with both hands. She didn't know what to think of
it. Words flashed through her mind, cock, dick, penis, none of them seemed
adequate. Sometimes penises made her laugh. They were, after all, kind of
silly looking. Like separate entities, worms of a sort, attached to a man's
body. This one, whatever she could think of to call it, was not silly. It
was a serious cock. She licked it with her tongue, wet tongue to wet head,
and took just the tip of it between her lips. She licked the hole with the
tip of her tongue. She then let a lot of saliva gather in her mouth and then
slowly drooled it down his erection. She raised her head and watched the
spit slide down his shaft. The shaft, too, was swollen, and she could see
the blood vessels throbbing around it. Although she knew it wasn't possible,
Mark's dick looked as big around as her wrists, and the thought of being
fisted crossed her mind. This cock would make her feel like that, wouldn't
it? The vessel running from his balls, the place the sperm would shoot out
of him like a volcanic eruption, looked as thick as her finger.

She was in a daze now, as she scooted up his body, her legs spread wide.
Every male except Mark was now stroking. Even Stephen and Seth had grown
hard again as the thought of her impaling herself on this cock engaged them
all.

Tiffany looked up at the stars above her. Her hands were beneath her, still
holding the organ, but now holding it right at her vagina. She used it like
a dildo, rubbing it up to her clit, sliding it around in her own juices
combined with the semen deposited there. Then she slid it slowly inside her,
just the tip, then taking it out and rubbing it again. She continued this,
sliding more in each time, until she finally had half of the dick inside
her. Half of it, and yet that was as much as average. Five inches inside
her, and five to go. She relaxed all her muscles in her crotch, breathing
deeply. She was laying on him now, her breasts full against his body. Her
face on his chest near his neck. His cock was half inside her, pointing up
at their heads. She moved what felt like millimeters at a time, slipping
further down his shaft. With each movement, she felt as if she might have
another orgasm, but she continued, breathing and taking his cock.

When she reached the bottom of his shaft, her pussy spasmed as her mind
gathered in the information. In a moment, she was up on her knees again,
face staring upwards, back arched as she came. She shouted, and then all
sound from her throat stopped as her body tensed. Her eyes, at first shut,
opened wide as she felt the reaction of her vaginal muscles, squeezing,
pulsating on the shaft fully shoved inside her.

It was too much for Jamil. Watching Tiffany slide the cock inside her had
been mesmerizing, but the vision of her in this intense orgasm almost did
him in. He didn't care that he had yet to touch her this evening. He walked
up to her, and as she continued her orgasm, he began shooting his semen all
over her chest.

The first shot startled Tiffany. She jumped and her mouth opened as she
watched Jamil shooting cum on to her breasts. Some dripped down to her
nipples. Another shot hit her neck. One shot missed her entirely and hit
Mark's stomach. The cum continued to spray out of Jamil's swollen erection.
He moaned, "uh" with each shot, and Tiffany was sure there were ten moans
before he slowed down to stroking, milking the last drops out. She leaned
over and took his dick in her mouth, licking Jamil clean. She then reached
down and scooped the cum off of Mark's stomach, wondering what Mark was
thinking as he watched her lick the cum off her fingers.

Jamil's cum made her want something in her mouth again. She looked at Gary
and he stepped up to her, his hand wrapped around his cock and continuing to
stroke. Now his head leaned back as she took his dick into her mouth all at
once. Fortunately, her pain threshold was very high now. Adrenaline coursed
through her veins as her mind filled with the sounds, sights and sensations
of sex. This was fortunate because she might have felt more pain otherwise.
Her body was, after all twisted around. Her legs were spread wide on Mark's
hips, and her back was turned towards Gary as she sucked his cock. She moved
up and down slowly, getting used to the stretching Mark was giving her and
moaning into Gary's stomach as she slathered up his cock. It seemed as if
she was underwater again. Her motions were fluid and her body was soaked,
covered in semen, saliva and her own juices. Her hands were wet from sucking
and rubbing Gary's cock, and she slid one behind him, pulling his cock into
her mouth. Her index finger moved to the Gary's asshole, playing there
gently.

Tiffany noticed a strong pulse as her finger touched Gary's asshole. She
thought of how sensitive her own ass was and wondered whether Gary enjoyed
this attention too. She was constantly thrusting on Mark's cock now, a slow
steady pressure building up inside her. She wondered if she could make Gary
come with her fingers on his ass. With the tip of her finger, she pushed
against his hole, and her finger slid in a touch. Drooling saliva down his
shaft, she then reached her hand underneath his ass to gather the moisture
there, then slid her finger back into his ass.

She inched it in and before she knew it had it all the way inside of him.
She was now having the same feeling that she had when she was in between the
twins. She was losing the ability to determine the boundaries of the bodies
around her, including her own. Mark's cock inside her, fucking her all the
way to her throat it felt, then Gary's cock was truly in her throat, and now
her finger was in Gary's ass. It was too much. She was now thrusting her
finger at the same rhythm as Mark's cock thrust in  to her, and she couldn't
tell who was moaning, or even if anyone was or if it was just the sound of
her own body.

Unlike the twins, Gary and Mark did not speed up as they got closer to their
orgasms. They both slowed down and moved as they breathed pushing in with
each exhalation. It felt to Tiffany like they had both grown an inch longer
and an inch in girth. She looked lazily at the men around her. Mark had his
hands on her thighs, pulling and pushing her up and down his shaft. Gary had
one hand on her head, and the other on his arching back. Scott, she was
surprised to see, was only a foot behind her, stroking himself and looking
very intently at the spot where Mark's cock was fucking her. Stephen and
Seth were about three feet on either side of her and were jacking their own
cocks, which were so hard she might not have known they had come at all
without the physical evidence they had given her. Jamil stood a few feet
beyond her head, hisc cock hard again as well. So there she was, fucking one
man, sucking and finger fucking another, and men north, south, east and west
of her, jacking off. She stopped for a second and took it all in. Different
shapes and sizes of cocks, and her orifices filled. All except one.

She knew what Scott wanted and she wanted it too. Letting Gary fend for
himself for a minute, she reached for Scott's cock, and he stepped up to
her. She spit on her hand and rubbed it over Scott's dick, then rubbed some
of the fluid from her pussy over her ass. She slid a finger inside her own
asshole and knew that she could take him. She laid flat against Mark again
as Scott knelt between Mark's legs.

For a brief moment, she though Scott might try to force his cock inside with
Mark's. She caught her breath as the tip brushed against her lips, which
were already stretched obscenely. Then Scott reached down and guided his
cock to her asshole. Tiffany couldn't believe what he was about to do. Her
heart, which she didn't think could take much more, actually sped up as he
began entering her ass. Then suddenly, as if he couldn't control himself,
Mark lifted up his ass, moving Tiffany up and jamming Scott's cock into her
ass in one quick motion.

Tiffany saw stars. The overwhelming fullness threatened to cause her to
black out. Both men sensed it and remained still until she gained some
control. Then they began. All three of them were too far gone to be gentle.
They were fucking now, Tiffany sandwiched between their cocks, their bodies
all over her. She was shouting now, but not shouting instructions, just
exclamations.

"Fuck!"

"Oh God."

"nnnn."

"my ass, fuck"

Scott and Mark too were no longer intelligible. They only moaned as they
felt each others cocks sliding inside of Tiffany.  Tiffany felt as if they
might very well kill her. As if they were intent on doing so, determined to
fuck her until she died. She didn't care. This cock, this huge cock in her
pussy, could fuck her to shreds. Scott's dick in her ass could blow her to
smithereens. She only knew that she had to keep them inside of her body, had
to feel the thrusting, the fucking of the cocks.

Gary, all but forgotten, was sitting Indian style next to her, stroking his
cock, and saying her name as if he didn't know what he was doing. He was
slightly more aware then these three before him, and was able to make some
sense.

"Fuck them Tiffany. They're stretching your pussy and your ass Tiffany.
You're being double fucked. Their balls are slapping against you. Take them
Tiffany, take their cum deep inside you. Do it."

The other men had gotten closer too. She was between Scott and Mark while
four others stroked their cocks. Not one of them was quiet now. They all
moaned in time to the fucking, rocking motion of Tiffany, Mark and Scott.

In her minds eye, Tiffany had a rather strange image in her head. She could
imagine Scott and Mark coming, coming so hard that the pressure actually
forced her off like a man shot out of a cannon and straight into the
swimming pool. It was kind of funny, but she didn't have time to dwell on
it. She knew that soon they would be coming, and regardless of whether they
blew her off into the pool or not, she might definitely drown in their
semen. She couldn't wait.

It wasn't until Scott had gotten out an entire sentence, one word at a time,
that Tiffany realized what was happening.

"Now"

"I'm"

"Going"

"To"

"Cum"

and then, a moment before the first shot, again he shouted,

"Now!"

The semen erupting from Scott's cock was hot and felt as if it might burn
her insides. He plunged into her, forcing himself deeper than he had yet
been, leaning his body backwards as sperm shot deep into her ass. Tiffany
knew that before Scott finished, Mark would begin, and he did. Tiffany's
image of being shot from a cannon almost felt real as Mark, two shots
behind, began shooting his own load deep into Tiffany's wet cunt. Tiffany
felt the glowing that had begun her evening envelop her again. First in her
toes, then moving up her legs, her hips and her arms, then finally
concentrating in the part of her that was being flooded with semen. She
wrapped her arms tight around Mark's neck as her orgasm started, holding on
as if her life depended on it.  The glow that had started in her toes was
now pulsating from her cunt and ass, the rest of her body becoming a host
for her sex. Her mind thought "Whoa, this is the most intense orgasm of my
life, I'll remember it as long as I live and if I die now, I'll die happier
than many people who lived much longer than me," but all that came out was,

"ooooooooohhhh my Goooooood."

Gary couldn't help himself. Despite wanting to come from Tiffany's work, the
intense moment brought him off. His cum shot in several directions, hitting
his own legs, Tiffany's arm, Mark's side. He shouted "uunnnnggh" as Tiffany
looked at him, her eyes focused on his cock as her orgasm subsided.

Mark and Scott, suddenly more aware of touching another man's arms and legs,
slowly rolled off of and away from Tiffany. She lie there, her ass and cunt
dripping semen. She couldn't feel her arms or legs, only the wet throb from
between here legs. She rolled her head from side to side, taking in the fact
that there were three cocks still ready for orgasm. Stephen, Seth and Jamil
all approached like hungry wolves.
Tiffany knew she couldn't take anymore. She had been fucked permanently. She
might never need to be fucked again. But she knew what they could do.

"No more," she whispered.

"Just cum."

They stood above her, taking in the sight of her nasty, cum covered form.
Thick white semen dripped between her legs. Cum had dried around her chin,
down her neck, and in her hair. And now she knew that they would come on her
too.

Stephen was first. Although it was his second orgasm, it was still a lot,
and fresh cum dripped down her right breast, pooling in her cleavage. The
sight of his brother shooting off on Tiffany's chest pushed Seth over the
edge and his sperm shot in three quick jerks into her brown hair, streaking
the blonde highlights. Jamil stroked feverishly, his eyes glancing all over
Tiffany's body as four shots spurted out, two at her neck, one on her lips
and the other on her stomach, as he changed directions, wishing he could
hose her down with his sperm.

Tiffany wasn't sure whether she had fallen asleep for an hour or a week, but
when she woke up, they were all lying there, the men satisfied and dozing,
she sprawled out. She wondered whether or not she should feel used, covered
in their semen. But she smiled, knowing whose idea it had been all along.
She touched her body and realized she couldn't have been asleep long, for
the semen was still wet in places. She scooped some from her crotch and
tasted it, thinking of Scott and Mark between her legs. Then some more from
her arm, Gary's, then Stephen's and Seth's and Jamil's, all of their semen
all over her body. Then she put her hands between her legs and realized she
hadn't stayed permanently fucked after all. She would need this again.

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