When They Brought the Movie Theater Boy Home That Night

Marina was sitting on the black leather sofa with her legs spread in a shameless V. The low light in the living room illuminated her swollen cunt, still overflowing with the thick mix the two men had left in her at the movie theater and during the first round once they got home. Her torn stockings, ripped at the crotch, hung off her like useless ribbons, stuck together with dampness. Her heavy tits rose and fell with every deep breath, her nipples hard as pebbles, still shining with dried spit and white residue. Her face was marked with old streaks, and her lips were swollen from all the sucking.

She looked at the two men with glassy eyes, satisfied but still hungry. Her nails dug into the leather of the sofa. Her voice was hoarse and broken from all the screaming.

—This time, no half measures —she said, and pulled her outer lips apart with two fingers to show the red, dripping inside—. I want the two of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel your cocks rubbing against each other through the wall. I want you to wreck me so badly that tomorrow I won’t be able to close my legs. And while you fuck me, I want you to touch each other. To kiss. To eat each other out if you feel like it. No shame. No restraint.

Mateo was still panting at the other end of the sofa. His cock, long and veined, half-hard, hung between his young thighs. He swallowed audibly. Something glinted in his eyes that he could no longer hide: a mix of fear, vertigo, and dark curiosity. He looked at Diego, who was wiping his silver beard with the back of his hand. Diego’s thick cock throbbed visibly, purple, dripping pre-cum nonstop.

—I don’t know if I can handle that much —Mateo murmured, his voice trembling—. I’ve never… with a guy. I don’t know how far I can go.

Diego moved closer slowly. He sat beside the boy and rested his large, calloused hand on the inside of his thigh, brushing his balls without squeezing. Just a warm, firm touch. Mateo’s cock jumped.

—No one’s forcing you into anything, kid —he said in a deep voice, almost paternal but loaded with desire—. But look at yourself. You get harder every time she talks about the two of us inside her. Every time I lick your balls or my cock brushes yours. And it drives me insane with want. Watching you fuck my wife. Watching you come inside her. Watching you moan when I suck you. If you want to try more, try it. If not, we stop where you say. But don’t go tomorrow regretting not having tried. Tonight is for breaking whatever’s left.

Marina crawled across the rug until she was between the two open pairs of legs. She grabbed both cocks with her hands: Mateo’s, long and youthful, already stiffening in her hot palm; Diego’s, thick and mature, throbbing hard against her fingers. She stroked them slowly, gathering the pre-cum with her thumbs and smearing it over the swollen heads until both shone the same under the living room’s yellow light.

—Look —she whispered, her voice rough—. Both hard for me. For us. I want to suck them together. I want you to kiss over me while I’ve got both in my mouth at once.

She leaned in and took both tips into her mouth at the same time. Her tongue danced between the two heads, sucking up the salty-sweet mix of pre-cum, her lips stretched to the limit around the double thickness. Mateo and Diego looked at each other for a second, unsure. Diego leaned in first. He kissed the boy slowly: lips to lips, his beard scraping against the hairless skin, his tongue sliding in deep. Mateo answered shyly at first, then with raw hunger. Their tongues tangled, their moans muffled against each other’s mouths while Marina sucked fiercely, alternating one cock and the other, her hand stroking the one she wasn’t taking, saliva running in strings down her chin and her tits.

Diego broke the kiss. He looked at Mateo with dark, hungry eyes.

—Suck me off, kid. I want to feel your mouth while she opens your ass with her fingers.

Mateo hesitated one more second, but desire carried him away. He knelt on the floor in front of Diego, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa. Marina positioned herself behind the boy, spat on her fingers, and shoved two of them at once into his tight ass. Mateo growled, a mix of pain and vertigo, but he leaned in and took Diego’s cock into his mouth. His tongue traced the thick vein, his lips sucked the swollen head, his throat opened until he was choking on half of it. Diego grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth with short, controlled thrusts, not going too far.

—That’s it, kid. Take it down. Fuck, what a hot, wet mouth.

Marina slid in a third finger, twisting them inside, rubbing his prostate viciously. Mateo moaned around Diego’s cock, saliva dripping down his chin, his own cock hard as stone throbbing between his legs, letting out pre-cum that stained his thighs and the rug.

Marina couldn’t take it anymore. She lay back on the sofa, opened her legs in an extreme V, her cunt and ass exposed and dripping.

—Both of you inside —she ordered, her voice broken—. Mateo in the cunt. Diego in the ass. Fuck me together. Now.

Mateo got into position first. His long cock slid into the swollen cunt, already full to the balls, and a shared moan echoed through the living room. Diego moved behind her, spat on his thick cock, lined the head up with her stretched hole, and pushed. He felt the resistance for a moment. Then he was all the way in, and as he did, he could feel Mateo’s cock brushing against his through the thin, hot flesh. Marina let out a hoarse scream. Her whole body trembled, her tits bouncing with every synchronized thrust.

—Harder… fuck… wreck me… rub your cocks inside me… come together… fill me until it spills down my legs…

The thrusting turned brutal and uncoordinated. Mateo drove faster in the cunt, his balls slapping her perineum. Diego was tearing up her ass with mature force, feeling every throb of the young cock against his. Marina slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit with savage fury. With the other hand she pinched her nipples until they were red and swollen.

Mateo leaned forward over Marina’s shoulder and kissed Diego again. Their tongues tangled without restraint while they kept fucking her mercilessly. The friction inside was unbearable. The cocks rubbing against each other, the tight heat, the moans muffled against the other’s mouth.

Marina came first. An animal howl that nearly drowned out the action movie still playing in the background. Her squirt splashed Mateo’s stomach. Her cunt and ass clenched like tongs around the two cocks, milking them with violent spasms. Mateo couldn’t hold back any longer. He drove in to the hilt and unloaded with a broken, deep shout. Hot, young spurts filled her cunt until it overflowed, dripping out through the ass where Diego kept pumping nonstop.

Diego felt the contraction and the чужer's semen brushing against him. He pulled out of Marina’s ass and furiously jerked himself off with both hands. He came all over her face. Thick, heavy ropes painted her cheeks, her nose, her parted lips. Some of it slipped into her mouth and dribbled down her chin to her neck. Marina swallowed what she could. The rest slid in sticky lines over her collarbones and dried between her tits.

—Don’t stop —she moaned, still trembling—. Again. Don’t leave me empty.

***

They changed positions without speaking. Mateo lay back on the sofa. Marina straddled him and impaled herself on the boy’s cock in her overflowing cunt. Diego positioned himself behind her, shoved his cock into her already stretched, dripping ass. Double penetration again, but wilder. The thrusts were uncoordinated, the cocks crashing inside, Marina screaming uncontrollably. Her nails dug into Mateo’s chest and left red tracks.

—Rub… fuck… feel your cocks throbbing together… wreck me… I want you to come again… inside and out… paint me all over…

Diego reached down and grabbed Mateo’s cock from below, jerking it between thrusts while he slid in and out of Marina’s cunt. Mateo did the same. He circled Diego’s base and felt the thick, veined shaft throbbing against his palm. They looked at each other over Marina’s shoulder between thrusts. Nothing needed to be said.

Marina exploded again. A multiple orgasm that shook her whole spine. Squirt splattered her thighs and stained the leather sofa. Her body convulsed between the two men. Her hoarse screams mixed with the gunshots and explosions from the movie still playing on the TV.

They both came almost at once. Mateo unloaded into the cunt again, the hot spurts already overflowing from the sides. Diego flooded her ass with a low grunt, the abundant semen spilling over the rim and dripping down Marina’s thighs to her ankles.

The three of them collapsed onto the sofa: sweaty bodies, sticky, covered in old and new juices and semen. Marina ended up in the middle, her face painted, her cunt and ass dripping nonstop, her tits marked with bites and pinches, her torn stockings hanging off her legs like trophies. She breathed deeply. She smiled with semen-smeared lips.

—Fuck, what a night —she panted. She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted the mix of the two men—. Do we do it again tomorrow? With more movie friends if you’re up for it. Or just the three of us. But we do it again.

Diego leaned over Marina’s chest, grabbed Mateo by the nape, and kissed him again. Tongue to tongue, his beard rasping against the boy’s young skin, unhurried.

—Tomorrow —he said when he pulled back—. And the day after. And every night you want, kid.

Mateo didn’t answer. He only smiled, his eyelids heavy, his cock still faintly throbbing against Marina’s thigh. On the TV, the credits were beginning to roll slowly over a black background, and no one bothered to turn it off.