Gloria was close to an orgasm. She was stretched out on the dining room table, Brian's dick pushing into her pussy and Danny's shoving into her mouth. Her black curls were matted from her sweat and from a bit of cum that Brian had shot into them earlier while he was aiming for her face. Her tits bounded back and forth as the two young men thrust and thrust as hard and as fast as they could.
Brian began to cum and she moaned around Danny's dick. She was so close! But her moaning caused Danny to start cumming. He shot twice into her mouth and then pulled out to shoot a final burst across her tits.
"Oh, god," she said, as she writhed around, "please let me cum!"
Brian grinned at his friend. "What do you think? Should we let her?"
"No, I think she has to work more for it," said Danny.
She yelled in frustration. She had promised to be the two boys' total sex slave for the summer after they had acted out a bit of gay male porn in her bathroom. She had been fucked by them, their friends, and total strangers in every hole, every position, and every place imaginable. But they had become so used to using her for their pleasure that they no longer even bothered to worry about her orgasms. In fact, this afternoon they had explicitly told her that she couldn't get herself off. And they were taking long breaks between fucks so that the cresting wave wouldn't break.
"Anything!" she shrieked. "I'll do anything!"
"You've already promised us that," said Danny. She pounded her fist against the table.
"Yeah," said Brian, "you've been a great slut for us. I can't wait to show your pictures to all the guys in my dorm next month. Or the fraternity I'm rushing." She moaned again. Danny and Brian were leaving for college in two and a half weeks. That was when their official arrangement ended, but fucking the two guys all summer long had made her wonder when they'd be home for break. Brian was going to UC Berkeley, just 60 miles north of her. Danny was going to UCLA, which was a lot farther, but not so far that he wouldn't be up for a long time.
"But we're running out of ideas," said Brian to her. "So why don't you come up with the nastiest, sluttiest thing you can imagine that we haven't done yet, beg us to do it to you, and, if we like it, we'll make you do it, and then we'll let you cum."
Suddenly the doorbell rang. The three of them started at the noise.
"But first," said Danny, "go get the door." The two guys laughed.
She didn't even have to ask if she could throw on the black baby doll that was tossed to one side of the table. She knew them well enough to know what the answer would be. Not that it would have done much good anyway: It was made from sheer fabric and cut to just below her hips. It tied together loosely in the front.
Well, she thought, maybe her visitor would make her cum. She figured the boys would make her fuck him. Or her.
Maybe that's what she should suggest, she thought, as she scooted off the table and began to walk to the door, Danny's cum dripping along her breast. Hire a call girl, and the two women could go to town on each other for their audience.
She flung open the door to the glaring afternoon light. Her eyes focused on the person on her doorstep, and she went cold.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she said to the man with the short black hair, green eyes, and two-day-old beard. Her ex-husband, Bill.
He was clearly startled to see her answer the door naked, but he recovered quickly. "I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to see how you were doing, baby," he said. His eyes roved down her body, hungrily. "Seems like you're doing fine," he finished, licking his lips.
"Leave, Bill," she said, ice dripping from her voice. "You had your chance, and you threw it away." She swept her hand down her naked, sweating body. "You can think of this when you're fucking the little blond tart."
"Aw, don't be like that, baby," he said. "Carol and I are through. She wasn't a real woman like you." A year ago, she would've been on her back for Bill the moment she saw him. He was great in bed, and the two had been passionate lovers long after they got married. But she had never cheated on him: He had betrayed her.
He started to step in. "Hey, baby," he said, "let's forget that and have some fun. You're already dressed for it." He leered. "Though I tend to like you with a little bit more on." She had an extensive set of lingerie and sexy costumes, and Bill had enjoyed every piece of it. He liked it best when she was not naked but down to one little slip of a garment while he fucked her.
"No, Bill," she said, and put her hand out to stop him and push him gently back to the door.
"Aw, c'mon, Gloria," he said. And he stepped back in.
"No, Bill," she said again. "You had your chance, and now it's gone."
He got an angry look on his face and stepped in again, grabbing her wrists and shoving her back against the wall. She smelled alcohol on his breath. She let out a shriek.
"I don't think so, baby," he said, as his hand groped her tit.
"Hey, what the fuck is going on?" she heard Brian's voice from the hallway. Finally, she thought.
"Who the fuck are you?" said Bill.
"No, who the fuck are you?" said Brian. He came down the hall, his ripped physique glistening with the sweat of his exertions with Gloria. She felt Bill shrink back a bit, even though Brian was stark naked. Bill was fit, but nothing next to Brian, who was not only younger by 12 years but also a water polo player.
"I'm her husband," said Bill with a smirk.
"You mean her ex-husband," Brian said. "And it didn't sound like she invited you in," he finished, putting his hands on his hips. The unexpected gallantry made Gloria warm a bit. She'd have to think of a good way to repay him for that.
"Well, this is my house," said Bill.
"Not anymore, dickhead," said Gloria, "you gave it up in the divorce."
"Hey, shut up," said Bill. He still had her wrists locked together. He turned and pointed to Brian again. "And who the fuck are you again?"
Brian didn't flinch. "I'm her lover, and I think you should let her go." He stepped forward again, and Bill let her hands go. He stayed where he was, though.
"Yeah?" he said. "What are you going to do about it?" Brian could easily take him, thought Gloria, but he was pissed off, and Bill was never one to back down.
"What the hell is going on out here?" Danny appeared at the end of the hallway, naked as well and carrying a length of rope. She guessed the boys had been planning to tie her up.
"Jesus," said Bill. He looked at Gloria again. "How many guys are you fucking here?"
"None of your business," she spat back at him.
"Two so far today," said Brian, "but I've seen her take on eight." Gloria flushed. Bill and she had done a lifetime's supply of kinky deeds, but she had only ever had one guy at a time before banging Brian and Danny. And now she was addicted to gangbangs. What did Brian mean, "so far today?" She looked at Bill and went cold again. Not that, she thought.
