When They Brought the Guy from the Cinema Home That Night

Marina was sitting on the black leather sofa with her legs spread in a brazen V. The dim living-room light illuminated her swollen pussy, still overflowing with the thick mixture the two men had left her with at the cinema and during the first round at home. Her torn stockings hung around her crotch like useless ribbons, clumped with moisture. Her heavy tits rose and fell with every deep breath, her nipples hard as pebbles, still gleaming with dried saliva and white residue. Her face was marked with old streams, and her lips were swollen from so much sucking.

She looked at the two men with glassy eyes, satisfied but still hungry. Her fingernails dug into the leather sofa. Her voice had been left hoarse and broken from so much screaming.

“This time, no half measures,” she said, and pulled her labia apart with two fingers to show the red, dripping interior. “I want you both 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 until I can’t close my legs tomorrow. And while you fuck me, I want you to touch each other. Kiss each other. Eat each other if you feel like it. No shame. No holding back.”

Mateo was still panting at the other end of the sofa. His long, veined cock, half-hard, hung between his young thighs. He swallowed audibly. Something shone in his eyes that he could no longer hide: a mixture 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 and dripping precum without pause.

“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 guy and placed his large, calloused hand on the inside of his thigh, brushing his balls without squeezing. Just a warm, firm touch. Mateo’s cock jerked.

“Nobody’s forcing you to do anything, kid,” he told him in a deep voice, almost paternal but loaded with desire. “But look at you. You get harder every time she talks about both of us inside her. Every time I lick your balls or my cock brushes against yours. And it drives me crazy 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. If not, we stop wherever you say. But don’t leave tomorrow regretting that you didn’t try. Tonight is for breaking whatever’s left.”

Marina crawled across the rug until she was between their spread legs. She grabbed both cocks in her hands: Mateo’s, long and youthful, already hardening in her warm palm; Diego’s, thick and mature, throbbing forcefully against her fingers. She stroked them slowly, gathering the precum with her thumbs and spreading it over the swollen heads until both shone alike beneath the yellow living-room light.

“Look,” she whispered hoarsely. “Both hard for me. For us. I want to suck them together. I want you to kiss over me while I have them both in my mouth at once.”

She bent down and took both tips into her mouth at the same time. Her tongue danced between the two heads, sucking up the mixed salty-sweet precum, her lips stretched to the limit around the double thickness. Mateo and Diego looked at each other for a second, hesitating. Diego leaned in first. He kissed the guy slowly: lips against lips, his beard rasping against the smooth skin, his tongue pushing deep. Mateo responded timidly at first, then with raw hunger. Their tongues tangled, their moans muffled against each other’s mouths while Marina sucked fiercely, alternating between one cock and the other, her hand stroking whichever was free, saliva falling in strands down her chin and tits.

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

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

Mateo hesitated for one more second, but arousal dragged him along. He knelt on the floor in front of Diego, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa. Marina positioned herself behind the guy, spat on her fingers, and thrust two of them straight into his tight asshole. Mateo growled, a mixture of pain and vertigo, but bent down and took Diego’s cock into his mouth. His tongue traced the thick vein, his lips sucked the swollen head, his throat opening until he gagged on half of it. Diego grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth with short, controlled thrusts, without going too far.

“That’s it, kid. Swallow it. Fuck, what a hot, wet mouth.”

Marina inserted a third finger and twisted them inside him, rubbing his prostate fiercely. Mateo moaned around Diego’s cock, drool running down his chin, his own hard as stone between his legs, throbbing and releasing precum that stained his thighs and the rug.

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

“Both of you inside,” she ordered in a broken voice. “Mateo in my pussy. Diego in my ass. Fuck me together. Now.”

Mateo positioned himself first. His long cock entered the swollen, stuffed pussy all the way to the balls, and a shared moan echoed through the living room. Diego got behind her, spat on his thick cock, lined the head up with her dilated asshole, and pushed. He felt the resistance for an instant. Then he went all the way in, and as he did, he felt Mateo’s cock brush against his through the thin, hot flesh. Marina gave a hoarse scream. Her whole body trembled, her tits bouncing with every synchronized thrust.

“Harder… fuck… wreck me… rub your cocks together inside me… come together… fill me until it overflows down my legs…”

The thrusts became brutal and uncoordinated. Mateo sped up in her pussy, his balls slapping her perineum. Diego pounded her ass with mature strength, feeling every throb of the younger cock against his own. Marina slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris with savage fury. With the other, 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 continued fucking her mercilessly. The friction inside was unbearable. Cocks rubbing together, tight heat, moans muffled against each other’s mouths.

Marina came first. An animal howl that almost drowned out the action movie still playing in the background. Her squirt splashed across Mateo’s abdomen. Her pussy and ass clenched like pincers around both cocks, milking them with violent spasms. Mateo couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust all the way in and came with a deep, broken cry. The hot, youthful jets filled her pussy until it overflowed, dripping down toward her ass while Diego kept pumping without pause.

Diego felt the contraction and the other man’s semen brushing against him. He pulled out of Marina’s ass and furiously masturbated with both hands. He came across her face. Thick, abundant jets painted her cheeks, nose, and parted lips. Some spilled into her mouth and ran down her chin to her neck. Marina swallowed as much as she could. The rest slid along her collarbones in sticky strands 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 down on the sofa. Marina straddled him and impaled herself on the guy’s cock, buried in her overflowing pussy. Diego positioned himself behind her, put his cock into her already-dilated, dripping ass. Double penetration again, but wilder this time. The thrusts were uncoordinated, their cocks colliding inside her, Marina screaming without control. Her nails dug into Mateo’s chest, leaving 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 around and grabbed Mateo’s cock from below, stroking it between thrusts while he moved in and out of Marina’s pussy. Mateo did the same. He wrapped his hand around 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 entire spine. Her squirt splashed her thighs and stained the leather sofa. Her body convulsed between the two men. Her hoarse cries mingled with the gunshots and explosions from the movie still playing on the television.

They both came almost in unison. Mateo came inside her pussy again, hot jets already overflowing at the sides. Diego spilled into her ass with a muffled growl, the abundant semen leaking over the edge and dripping down Marina’s thighs to her ankles.

All three collapsed on top of the sofa: sweaty, sticky bodies covered in old and fresh juices and semen. Marina lay in the middle, her face painted, her pussy and ass dripping without pause, her tits marked with bites and pinches, her torn stockings hanging from her legs like trophies. She breathed deeply. She smiled with stained lips.

“Fuck, what a night,” she panted. She ran her tongue over her lips and tasted the mixture of the two men. “Do we do it again tomorrow? With more friends from the cinema if you feel like it. Or just us. But we’re doing it again.”

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

“Tomorrow,” he said when they parted. “And the day after. And every night you want, kid.”

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