Double Penetration

Chapter 50: Simultaneously

I felt how someone's hand crawled into the crotch and, spreading my legs, began to fondle along the

ass and crawl into my vagina. My arms wrapped tightly around Arthur's waist as he furrowed my

mouth. When I got excited, I decided to surrender to these pranksters without resistance, in order to

feel that I was not being raped, and to get maximum pleasure.

Zheka, and it was he, continued to wander between my legs, parted and pressed on the plump labia,

thrust his fingers into the vagina wet from the juices and moved them with a frantic pressure.

He jerked my thighs apart and inserted a member into the crotch, with the same unrestrained passion

with which he worked there with his hand. Now the two of them were simultaneously fucking me, while

the third was still looking at us and slowly moved his hand back and forth along his swollen trunk. I

moaned from the passion that captured my mind, though it turned out some kind of mooing from the

penis in the mouth. Zheka lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

“So, move over! Let the man stick it in!” Taking the organ out of my mouth, Arthur ordered. He generally

behaved like a senior in the company.

I didn't understand what they wanted from me and stared at the guys.

“Sit on top of him and pull your legs up to your shoulders." The chief said wearily and pointed to Timur,

reclining next to me on the sofa.

Obeying the order, I aimed to sit on the guy's sticking stake, placing my back to him, since otherwise I

would not have been able to lift my legs later. The vagina began to sit down.

“Where to! The girl is stupid!” Arthur pulled me down and painfully hit my ass with his palm. I stared at

him blankly.

“You're an idiot!” He swore and again slapped me on the buttock. “Get on your ass, stupid sheep!”

I almost cried with resentment. I moved as he ordered. Timur's member easily passed into the anus,

causing a little unpleasant sensation at first.

I shifted on it. Good. Immediately throwing me back on the guy, Arthur's big leather man entered the

vagina between the legs lifted to his shoulders.

Zheka stood over my face and thrust his bolt into my mouth. Probably, I have never had such impudent

sex, so that all my holes were occupied at the same time. I wanted to look at myself from the outside.

I moved my tongue, tried to lick the organ that filled the entire cavity, but there was not enough space. I

grabbed the scrotum and began to massage the balls. The guys who filled the holes in the vagina and

anus began to deftly make movements in me.

And I rejoiced... Oh, what a bliss! I again flew away somewhere unknown! I felt these leather sausages

rubbing against each other, rolling up and down in my caves.

The vagina flowed and squelching sounds were heard in it with each movement of the penis. In the

rectum, too, during the next immersion into its bowels, deaf sounds were heard, reminiscent of the

barking of a very hoarse dog.

I fell into a daze from this cacophony and pleasant sensations overwhelming me. I had already stopped

crushing the scrotum and the balls of Zheka, who was fucking me in the mouth, were spanking me on

the chin.

I finished from an overabundance of new sensations in myself, screaming loudly and clenching my

hands into fists. Next, the penis in the mouth was discharged, the warm liquid hit the throat in jets, then

began to flow out in numerous jerks, filling all the free space. I swallowed, but there was a lot of sperm

and I had to swallow more and more.

Then Timur and Arthur began to finish almost at the same time. I felt how the seed, pulling out, hit the

wall of the intestine and the vagina, as it then flowed into me. I was suffocating from the lack of air or

from the impressions that captured me, or from both at the same time.

The guys, pouring all the sperm into me, pulled out the flaccid ends and got dressed. And I lay and This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

involuntarily squeezed and relaxed the crotch, as if cutting an invisible but strong barrier with scissors.

I was left lying on the couch alone, moaning softly from a pleasant feeling of fullness or from something

else that the boys left, leaving me unsatisfied. I did not understand whether I had had enough sex to

the fullest, or whether I still needed to fly to nirvana.