The weekend came faster than expected.
Inside Rose’s luxurious bedroom—its dim lighting casting golden glows on silk sheets and polished wood—soft, wet slurps echoed through the warm air. All three of them were naked. Rose knelt between Heath and Ray, her long hair cascading down her bare back as she tilted her head forward, lips wrapped tightly around Heath’s thick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed with each deep suck, tongue swirling expertly as she bobbed her head in a slow, steady rhythm.
With one hand, she firmly stroked Ray’s cock, her grip slick and practiced, pumping him in sync with the motions of her mouth. Every so often, she pulled back with a wet pop, strands of saliva clinging between her lips and Heath’s glistening tip, only to turn and take Ray into her mouth, giving him equal attention. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft, her hand switching seamlessly to Heath’s length without missing a beat.
On the massive TV across the room, their first wild encounter played in vivid detail. The screen showed Rose pinned between the two men, her moans filling the room as she was filled in both holes, her body arched in helpless pleasure. Watching herself being thoroughly used only seemed to fuel her more.
Back on her knees, she moved with rhythmic grace, alternating between the two cocks, savoring the taste of each. Her lips glided along their lengths, throat relaxing as she swallowed deeper each time, eyes flicking up with a teasing gleam. Slick, messy sounds filled the room—evidence of her eagerness and experience—as both men groaned in appreciation, hands tangled in her hair, guiding her pace but never needing to force her. She was eager, hungry—and in full control of the chaos she stirred.
After lavishing both men with her mouth and hands, Rose pulled away with a final wet kiss to each tip, her lips glistening and swollen from her eager work. Without a word, she crawled onto the bed—her movements fluid and feline—then turned and positioned herself on all fours at the center of the wide mattress. Her back arched, presenting her glistening, swollen folds, already slick with anticipation, while her eyes locked onto Ray with a sultry, wordless invitation.
Heath moved behind her without hesitation, his hands gripping her plush hips as he guided his cock to her entrance.
“You ready for more, babe?” he asked with a low growl.
Rose looked over her shoulder, eyes smoldering. “Don’t make me wait,” she purred. “You’ve been teasing me long enough.”
With a slow, deliberate push, he slid into her, stretching her open with a deep, satisfying thrust. Rose let out a low, wanton moan, her fingers curling into the sheets as she pressed back against him, welcoming every inch.
“Fuck… you’re still so tight,” Heath groaned, slamming his hips forward again.
Ray knelt in front of her, and without needing to be asked, Rose leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth once again. Her lips sealed around him as she rocked in time with Heath’s thrusts, the rhythm building steadily—each stroke from behind nudging her deeper onto Ray’s shaft.
“Goddamn, look at you,” Ray muttered, brushing her hair from her face. “Mouth full, pussy full… You were made for this.”
Her moans were muffled by the fullness in her mouth, her cheeks flushed as her body was taken at both ends. She let out a needy, muffled whimper, her eyes fluttering as tears pricked the corners from the sheer pressure and pleasure of being filled so thoroughly.
Heath’s hips slapped against her ass with firm, relentless cadence, each thrust driving into her slick heat and making her breasts sway beneath her.
“You like being spitroasted like this, don’t you?” Heath grunted, panting as he pounded into her. “Filthy little slut.”
Rose tried to nod with Ray’s cock stretching her lips. He pulled back slightly, letting her speak.
“Y-Yes,” she gasped, breathless and trembling. “Use me—fuck me like you own me.”
Ray groaned and thrust back into her throat, his grip tightening as he guided her mouth along his length. Her tongue danced around him even as she gagged lightly, trying to take all of him. Below, Heath’s slick, gliding motions sent tremors through her core, hitting deeper, rougher, making her thighs shake.
Rose was caught in the middle, her body rocked by their synchronized thrusts, her pleasure mounting with every pass. Spit dribbled down her chin, mingling with the slick sheen on Ray’s cock, while down below, Heath’s thrusts got rougher, more desperate. She moaned louder, the sounds raw and primal.
“Fuck, she’s gonna come,” Heath growled.
“Let her,” Ray said, voice thick with lust. “She earned it.”
Rose’s orgasm tore through her like a storm—violent, shuddering, her cry muffled around Ray’s cock as her body trembled between them. Her thighs quaked, her walls spasmed around Heath, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She collapsed briefly onto the sheets, panting, her skin flushed and slick with sweat.
But they weren’t done with her—not yet.
Heath brushed her hair back and leaned in close. “Think you’re finished?” he asked with a smirk.
Rose turned her head, eyes glazed but hungry. “Put me on my back and I’ll show you I’m not.”
Ray chuckled, gripping her waist and helping her shift. “No,” he said, voice low and rough. “I want to see that ass bounce.”
He pulled her up and guided her into his lap as he lay back on the bed, his cock slick with her saliva. Rose straddled him in reverse cowgirl, her back arching as she slowly lowered herself onto him. A long, breathy moan escaped her lips as Ray slid deep into her, her pussy still pulsing from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Heath moved to her side and standing as he waited for her mouth.
“Open up,” he growled, guiding his cock to her lips.
Rose looked up with a sultry smile. “Always so greedy…” she murmured, then took him in without hesitation.
Her lips stretched wide, saliva instantly coating his shaft as she bobbed her head in time with the rhythm Ray set from beneath her.
Ray’s hands gripped her thighs, steadying her as he thrust upward into her soaked heat, his hips slapping hard against her ass.
Rose moaned around Heath’s cock, the sound vibrating along his shaft as she took him deeper, throat relaxing. Her body rocked with every motion—Ray driving up into her pussy while she sucked Heath with wet, eager slurps. Her breasts bounced from the force, her moans raw and needy.
Heath tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her pace.
Saliva dripped from her chin, her cheeks flushed and smeared with tears of pleasure. Still, she didn’t stop—sucking harder, faster, as Ray’s thrusts grew rougher beneath her, the bed creaking with the force of their rhythm.
Ray’s low groan rumbled as Rose’s soaked folds pulsed around him, her rhythm driving him to the edge. Her pussy gripped him tightly, each bounce of her hips sending tremors through his core.
“Fuck, Rose,” he panted, his hands clutching her thighs, “you’re gonna make me cum if we keep this up.”
Heath, his cock slick from Rose’s mouth, caught Ray’s strained tone and grinned, already moving.
“Let’s switch it up then,” he said, his voice a low growl, stepping off the bed with purpose.
He reached for Rose, his hands firm but gentle as they slid around her waist, lifting her from Ray’s lap with ease. Her body, still trembling from her recent orgasm, molded against him, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as she let out a breathless laugh, her skin flushed and radiant.
“Already trembling, darling?” Heath teased, his breath hot against her neck, his eyes glinting with hunger.
Rose’s arms looped around his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin as she pressed closer, her voice a sultry whisper. “You think I can’t handle more? Try me.”
Heath’s grin widened, his hands steadying her as he angled his cock, the tip brushing her slick, swollen entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed upward, filling her pussy in one smooth motion.
Rose’s mouth fell open, a long, gasping moan spilling out as her walls stretched around him, her body still hypersensitive from her climax. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring herself as Heath held her aloft, his strength keeping her secure.
Heath used his hands to spread Rose’s asscheeks apart, exposing her tight, glistening hole to the warm air. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he asked in a low growl, “Babe, ready for DP?”
Rose let out a shaky exhale, her fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.
“Yes,” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “I want both of you.”
Ray slid off the bed, his cock throbbing in his grip as he moved in behind her. His eyes locked on the sight before him—Rose perched on Heath, her pussy already stuffed full, her ass now spread open and waiting. The faint twitch of her puckered entrance made his breath hitch.
There was no need for lube—she had already prepared herself earlier, slipping slick lubricant into her ass in anticipation of the debauchery to come. She’d been craving another deep, relentless double penetration, and she wasn’t about to waste a moment.
“Fuck,” Ray muttered under his breath. “She’s perfect.”
Heath chuckled darkly, still holding her open. “Come on, man. She’s ready.”
Ray stepped closer, his cock slick from her earlier attention, and pressed the head gently against her back entrance, teasing the rim with slow, deliberate circles. Rose tensed for a moment, then relaxed into it with a soft moan, her head falling back onto Heath’s shoulder.
“Easy,” Heath murmured, kissing her temple. “Just breathe.”
“I’m okay,” Rose said breathlessly. “Do it. I want to feel you both.”
Ray pushed forward, slowly but firmly, the tight ring of muscle giving way inch by inch as he began to sink into her. Rose let out a long, shuddering moan, her body stretching to take him in.
Ray inhaled sharply, then pressed forward, the tip of his cock breaching her tight hole. Rose’s gasp morphed into a soft cry as he eased in, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate his girth while Heath’s cock remained buried in her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming—her ass burning with the slow intrusion, her pussy throbbing around Heath’s length.
Ray gripped her hips firmly, grounding them both as he pushed deeper, groaning as the tight heat wrapped around him. “Shit… so tight,” he muttered under his breath, finally bottoming out with a low grunt.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he leaned forward, voice thick with lust. “Goddamn, Rose… I think I’m getting addicted to DPing you.”
Rose gave a breathless chuckle, her body still adjusting to being filled in both holes.
“As you should, Ray,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “You’re not the only one hooked. I think I’m addicted too… You two really know how to ruin a bitch like me.”
For a few long moments, Heath and Ray held Rose perfectly still, both cocks fully sheathed inside her wet, stretched holes. Her body trembled, muscles taut as she adjusted to the overwhelming fullness pressing from both ends.
The initial sharp sting of double penetration flared briefly—an edge of discomfort from the depth and tightness—before melting into a dull, searing heat that fueled her desire.
Then without warning, Heath and Ray simultaneously gripped her hips and lifted her halfway up, pulling her weight off their shafts before slamming her down hard onto them.
The impact drove both cocks deep inside her, making her gasp and whimper as the sudden stretch flared with a sharp sting—more intense than last time, the tightness reminding her that fresh DP always bit a little at first.
They didn’t move with a gentle rhythm but instead drove her up and down in powerful, matched bursts—lifting her up, then slamming her down, over and over. Rose’s back arched involuntarily as she was forced to bounce between them, skin slapping skin, her soaked folds stretched wide by Heath inside her pussy and Ray pressing firmly into her tight asshole.
Their motions were perfectly in sync but not delicate—both cocks entering fully at once, then retreating fully together. There was no easing into the pace, only raw, forceful thrusts that made her whole body tremble and quake with every downward slam.
The sting at the beginning slowly dulled as she adjusted, her muscles reluctantly relaxing around them. But even as she adapted, the relentless, unyielding bouncing made her breath hitch and her body pulse uncontrollably—completely captive to the brutal rhythm they set.
Ray was the first to pull out slowly, his cock sliding free from her tight, trembling asshole with a wet, teasing pop. Rose’s body shuddered at the sudden emptiness, but Heath held her steady, still buried inside her dripping pussy, his hips pausing mid-thrust.
With slow, deliberate care, Heath began to pull out, his cock sliding free inch by inch as he supported her trembling body. Rose’s arms clung tightly around his neck, fingers digging in as the pressure of emptiness flooded her senses.
Then, at the very last moment, when only his tip remained inside her, a sudden, overwhelming surge of pleasure ripped through her. She clenched fiercely, body shuddering uncontrollably—and with a wet, trembling gasp, she squirted, releasing a warm, trembling fountain that dripped down Heath’s pelvis.
His breath caught, and he held her closer, cradling her like precious silk.
Slowly, carefully, Heath eased her down from the height she’d been suspended at—his hands firm beneath her thighs and back, lowering her. Rose’s knees met the floor, and on her knees, she looked trapped between two mammoths towering above her—still hard and waiting to wreck her even more.
“Not bad,” Heath murmured, his voice rough with desire as his fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine. “You took that like a pro.”
Ray smirked from beside them, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sweat-slicked cheek. “Think you’re ready for the final round, sweetheart? I want to see if you can handle us both again—no holding back.”
A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. “You think I’d say no?”
Heath chuckled, his palm trailing up her side as he brushed another damp strand from her flushed face. “Didn’t think so. You’re too far gone to quit now.”
They moved together toward the bed, the promise of their final, savage round of double penetration electrifying the air around them.
On the bed, Ray lay back as she climbed atop him, straddling his hips. With a low, breathy moan, she slowly sank down onto his cock, her soaked pussy enveloping him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her.
She held still for a moment, savoring the stretch, her hands pressed to his chest as she adjusted to his girth. Ray reached around to spread her asscheeks apart, revealing her gaping hole, still slick and open from the last round.
No words passed between her and Heath—none were needed. She turned her head slightly, casting a smoldering look over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes heavy with lust. The invitation in her gaze was unmistakable.
Heath moved behind her, guiding his thick cock to her waiting hole. She bit down on her lower lip as he pressed forward, sliding smoothly into her ass with little resistance. A long, shuddering moan escaped her lips as the familiar, delicious fullness of being stretched by both men returned.
Rose’s body trembled atop Ray, her pussy clenching around his thick cock as Heath’s length filled her ass, both men already buried deep. The bed creaked beneath them.
Her red hair clung to her sweat-slicked back, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
From the first moment, they hammered into her without mercy. Ray’s hands seized her thighs, driving upward with fierce power, stretching her wide. Heath’s fingers dug into her hips, his thrusts matching Ray’s pace, pounding her ass with a burning intensity that made her gasp, her body rocked by the dual invasion.
Ray drove upward just as Heath pulled back, then Heath slammed in while Ray retreated, each strike sharp and punishing, pushing her limits with relentless rhythm.
Her holes pulsed, the contrast of Ray’s girth and Heath’s length overwhelming, each stroke pushing her closer to oblivion. Her thighs quaked, her breath hitching with every thrust, the intensity blurring the line between pleasure and pain. She rocked between them, her body yielding, her moans escalating into desperate cries as they claimed her without restraint.
The once steady rhythm unraveled, their synchronized thrusts giving way to a wild, desperate frenzy. Precision slipped away as raw hunger took over—Ray’s hips bucked violently, driving his cock deep into her pussy just as Heath’s slammed relentlessly into her ass.
Both buried themselves inside her without pause, stretching her tight walls to their limits. A sharp cry tore from her lips as the sudden fullness overwhelmed her, her body trembling under the savage assault.
They pulled back together, leaving her gasping at the aching emptiness before crashing back inside in perfect, brutal unison. The relentless pounding sent shockwaves through her, each impact forcing her forward.
Their erratic rhythm consumed her completely—no longer a synchronized dance but a chaotic storm, both men recklessly chasing release, their thrusts clashing and colliding, binding her helplessly within their wild tempest.
Rose’s senses zeroed in on the overwhelming connection, her pussy and ass clenching rhythmically, pleasure spiking with every chaotic thrust.
The air pulsed with wet slaps and guttural grunts, her cries sharpening as she teetered on the edge, urging them to break first.
Ray’s breaths grew ragged, his cock swelling inside her pussy, hips jerking unevenly. Heath’s thrusts turned frantic, his grip bruising her hips, breath hot against her shoulder. With a final, desperate surge, Ray slammed upward, his cock pulsing as cum erupted in thick, scalding waves, coating her quivering walls, each spurt heavy and warm.
A heartbeat later, Heath drove deep into her ass, a guttural moan escaping as he unleashed a hot, viscous flood, each pulse stretching her further, the heat spreading within her tight hole.
The overwhelming sensation of being utterly claimed enveloped Rose, her body trembling as the warmth of Ray’s and Heath’s releases filled her simultaneously. Her pussy and ass, stretched to their limits, pulsed around the thick, searing floods, each spurt a molten wave that left her feeling gloriously overfull, her nerves alight with the raw intimacy of it.
As the intensity peaked, her own climax surged, a fierce, shuddering rush that tore through her core. With a breathless cry, she gushed, her juices spilling over Ray’s pelvis, soaking his skin and mingling with the slick mess of their shared ecstasy, the sheets beneath them drenched in the evidence of her pleasure.
Heath’s cock softened first, and he eased out slowly, his breath ragged. As he withdrew, a thick trickle of cum seeped from her gaping ass, sliding down to pool on the sheet between Ray’s thighs, a glistening testament to their relentless passion.
Ray, still inside her, softened moments later, and with a gentle shift, Rose lifted herself off, his release dripping from her swollen pussy as she moved.
Rose rolled onto the side of the bed, her body sinking into the cool silk sheets, every curve glistening with sweat, her red hair fanning out like a smoldering ember against the pillow. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her skin still tingling from the raw intensity of being filled by Heath and Ray. The air was thick with the musky scent of their shared passion.
She turned her head, catching Heath’s gaze, his lean frame sprawled beside her, one hand resting lazily on her hip. Ray, on her other side, propped himself on an elbow, his broader build casting a warm shadow, his fingers tracing idle circles along her thigh.
The familiarity of Heath, her ex-husband, and the electric edge of Ray, their old friend, wove a charged intimacy that echoed their first night in that private room —wild, reckless, yet threaded with trust.
She turned her head, catching Heath’s gaze, her blue eyes glinting with a sultry spark.
“Well, boys,” she purred, her voice low and teasing, echoing the brazen confidence from their first encounter in the private room, “you’ve outdone yourselves. I’m starting to think I was made for these weekends with you.”
Her lips curved into a wicked smile as just another wild night had passed.
Heath chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, a familiar warmth in his touch that recalled their past.
“You’re a damn force, Rose,” he murmured, his tone soft but laced with awe. “Didn’t think you could top that party, but here we are.”
Ray, propped on one elbow, brushed a damp strand from her cheek, his grin playful yet reverent.
“Gotta admit, you’ve got that slut in you,” he said, his voice carrying the same hungry edge from when he’d first joined their reckless reunion. “You up for making this a regular thing?”
She turned her head toward them, her lips slick and swollen, a lazy fire smoldering in her eyes.
“After tonight?” she murmured, voice like velvet over embers. “I’d be a damn fool not to beg for more. The way you two take me… it’s like my body was meant for it.”
Her fingers trailed down her belly, slow and teasing, then dipped between her thighs, smearing the mess that still leaked from her. “And I love how full you leave me.”
Ray’s grin deepened, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her skin.
“Damn right. We’ll make sure you never forget how good it feels.”
The other man shifted closer, voice low and steady.
“Consider this just the start. We’ve got plenty more nights ahead—just for you.”
She smiled, a flicker of satisfaction lighting her gaze.
“Good. Because I’m already craving it.”
They settled into the quiet warmth that lingered, the promise of many more nights sealed in the gentle weight of their presence.