Steam still clung to Rose’s skin when she stepped out of the shower, warm water droplets tracing lazy paths down her curves. She had needed those few minutes alone, the hot spray washing away the thick mask of cum from her face and chest, rinsing the salty taste from her lips. Clean again, fresh, like a blank canvas ready for whatever masterpiece these four men wanted to paint on her tonight.
She wrapped a towel around her body, but only loosely. The fabric barely clung as she walked back into the bedroom where the boys waited each sporting hard cocks, hunger carved into every line of their faces. The air felt heavier now, charged with the promise of what came next.
Four pairs of eyes snapped to her the instant she appeared in the doorway. Rose let them look. She took her time, hips swaying slow and deliberate, until she stood in the center of the room. Then, with a small smile, she released the towel. It slipped from her fingers and pooled at her feet in a soft whisper of cotton.
“Damn…” Brad breathed.
No one else spoke. They didn’t need to. Rose felt the heat of their stares like hands already on her skin. She walked straight to Heath, looped her arms around his neck, and pressed close. Her naked breasts brushed his chest. She tilted her face up and gave him a look that held everything: trust, lust, and a dare.
Heath’s hands moved instantly to her ass, fingers digging in, claiming the firm flesh he knew so well. A low growl rumbled in his throat. This was his ex-wife, bare and dripping from the shower, offering herself to be shared by his closest friends. They had double-penetrated her countless times before, but tonight stretched far beyond that. Tonight was debauchery on a new scale.
He guided her forward until her knees met the cushioned chair placed deliberately in the middle of the room. Rose sank down without prompting, folding forward until her elbows rested on the seat, back arched, ass lifted high. The position left her completely exposed, pussy and ass presented like gifts. She glanced over her shoulder and watched the men fall into line behind her: Brad first, then Allen, Ray after him, and Heath bringing up the rear
They formed a perfect line, ready to claim her one after another, each man waiting for his turn to sink into her waiting heat.
Four men. One woman.
The night had truly begun.
Brad stepped forward first, his thick cock jutting heavy and eager in his fist. He moved in close behind her, hands settling on the swell of her hips with a firm, possessive grip. The heat of his palms branded her skin as he guided the flushed head of his shaft along her slick folds, coating himself in the wetness that had been building since the moment she dropped the towel.
Rose shivered at the teasing slide, pushing back just enough to feel him nudge her entrance. A low, hungry sound escaped her throat.
“Heath,” she said, voice husky with playful challenge, “do you pick your friends by how big their cocks are, or what?”
A deep chuckle rumbled from Heath somewhere behind the line, warm and approving, but he offered no words. The only reply came from Brad himself, who answered her tease by driving forward in one smooth, relentless thrust. His girth stretched her open, filling her pussy completely as his hips met her ass with a sharp slap.
Rose gasped, fingers curling tight into the cushion beneath her, nails digging into the soft fabric. The sudden fullness sent sparks racing up her spine, her walls fluttering around the thick invasion. Brad gave her no time to adjust; he pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch dragging along her sensitive inner walls, then slammed home again, harder this time.
Her body rocked forward with the force, breasts swaying beneath her, breath catching in sharp moans. She pushed back to meet him, greedy for more, thighs already trembling as his rhythm built fast and rough. The wet sounds of skin on skin filled the room, his hips smacking against her ass in a steady, punishing cadence.
Brad’s fingers tightened on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he took her deep, over and over, letting her feel every throbbing inch claiming her heat. Rose surrendered to it, moaning openly, letting him use her just the way she craved.
Brad did not linger. With a final hard thrust and a low grunt, he pulled out abruptly, leaving Rose empty and clenching around nothing. Her pussy throbbed, slick and gaping for a heartbeat, juices trailing down her inner thighs.
Allen was already there, stepping in close before the ache could fade. His thick cock bobbed heavy in his fist. He planted one hand on the small of her back, pinning her in place, and flashed Heath a quick, filthy grin.
“Gonna take good care of her,” he said, voice rough with promise.
He did not wait for permission. The fat crown pressed against her tight puckered entrance, hot and insistent. Rose sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed forward, slow but unyielding, forcing the ring of muscle to yield. The stretch burned, a thick, relentless pressure that made her toes curl and her fingers claw deeper into the cushion.
A low, broken moan tore from her throat as he sank in inch by inch, splitting her open, filling her ass with that heavy, unforgiving girth. Her body fought him for a moment, then surrendered, muscles fluttering around the invasion until his hips finally met her cheeks with a solid smack.
Allen gave her no gentle warm-up. He pulled back halfway and drove in again, deep and deliberate, setting a steady, pounding rhythm that rocked her forward on her knees. Each thrust buried him to the root, the slap of skin on skin loud and wet, his balls swinging heavy against her dripping pussy.
Rose shuddered beneath him, moans spilling out raw and full of lust, her back arching sharper as the overwhelming fullness consumed her. The pressure built fast and fierce, her ass gripping him tight with every plunge, sparks shooting up her spine until she was twitching, gasping, completely lost in the brutal stretch.
Allen’s pace never faltered, but eventually his thrusts grew sharper, more desperate. With a final deep drive and a guttural groan, he pulled out, leaving her ass clenching and empty.
Ray stepped in without a second lost, his thick, veiny cock already throbbing in his grip. He lined up fast, the broad head nudging her pussy lips apart before he sank straight in to the hilt. One smooth, brutal thrust buried him completely, stretching her walls wide and forcing a sharp cry from her throat.
Rose rocked forward on her knees, fingers scrabbling at the cushion as Ray set a steady, relentless rhythm. His hips snapped against her ass with heavy, wet slaps, each plunge driving deeper, forcing her body to take every inch. She squeezed around him instinctively, her slick heat gripping tight, pulling low, hungry groans from his chest.
“Fuck, she’s still so greedy,” Ray muttered through clenched teeth, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he pounded harder, faster, chasing the clutch of her pussy like he owned it.
Her moans spilled out raw and unbroken, thighs trembling, back arching to meet every punishing stroke. Sweat beaded on her skin, dripping down her spine as Ray used her without mercy, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh slamming flesh.
When Ray finally wrenched himself free with a hiss, her pussy gaped and fluttered, dripping onto the cushion beneath her.
Heath moved in last, eyes dark with raw possession. He gripped her waist hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and pressed the curved length of his cock against her loosened, sensitive ass. One firm push breached the ring of muscle, sliding deep in a single slow glide that made her whole body shudder.
Rose whimpered, head dropping forward as Heath buried himself fully, hips flush against her cheeks. He held there for a heartbeat, letting her feel him throb inside her, then pulled back and slammed home again, claiming every inch with tight, controlling strokes.
His rhythm was fierce and deliberate, each thrust driving her forward, owning her completely. The slap of his skin against hers echoed loud and sharp, his grip tightening as he took her harder, deeper, marking her as his even while sharing her with the others.
One after another, they had taken her, each man leaving his own brand of heat and stretch on her body.
Rose was lost in it now, shaking hard, thighs soaked, every breath a ragged moan. She was dripping, utterly undone, completely wrecked, and exactly where she wanted to be.
Now the first part of her gangbang running a train on her was complete.
Rose pushed herself up from the chair on shaky legs, sweat glistening on her skin. Heath caught her waist, guiding her to the bed with a knowing smile. The others followed, cocks still hard, eyes burning with fresh hunger.
While she had been in the shower earlier, the four of them had huddled close, voices low, trading grins as they mapped out the next phase. Operation Airtight, they called it, a shared plan to fill every hole at once, to push her limits and drown her in sensation until nothing else existed. No mercy, no empty space inside her. They wanted to see just how far their greedy girl could go.
Now she straddled Heath on the wide bed, thighs spread over his hips. She lowered herself slowly, letting the familiar length slide deep into her soaked pussy, walls fluttering as they molded around him once more. A low moan escaped her lips when her ass settled against his thighs, full and perfect.
She barely had time to savor the stretch before a hot, thick pressure nudged her anal ring. The blunt head forced its way past the loosened muscle in one steady push, breaching her without warning. Rose gasped, cursing under her breath, body jerking forward as the sudden invasion burned through her.
Now, Rose was on the bed, straddling Heath. Her wet, slick pussy sank down over his length, molding perfectly as he filled her. No time wasted, before she could adjust, a hard, thick length pressed against her anal ring and pushed through, breaching her tight hold.
She gasped and cursed, twisting her head to see who dared claim her ass so boldly.
Ray’s dark eyes met hers, and a wicked grin curved his lips.
“What are you staring at, slut?” he taunted, voice low and rough, that familiar mocking edge. “It’s rude to keep a gentleman waiting.”
Over the past year of endless DPs with Heath and Ray, Rose had grown close enough to take those words without flinching. She wasn’t a stranger to being called slut, bitch, or whore, names they tossed at her like rough tokens of possession and she wasn’t shy about firing back in kind, swearing right alongside them without hesitation.
Rose blinked through the haze, then glanced forward. Allen’s thick shaft hovered inches from her lips, flushed and glistening, teasing the seam of her mouth.
She had known airtight was coming, but not this fast, not all at once. Still, the pleasant surprise melted into raw want. She could take it. She needed it.
“So this is your idea of a gentleman, Ray?” she purred, her voice husky between ragged breaths. “You filthy bastards, lining up for every hole like I’m some kind of prize. Guess that makes me a pure maiden still getting dragged to heaven by gentlemen like you.”
Before Ray could fire back, she parted her lips and took Allen deep. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive crown, sucking hard as she pulled him in, throat opening to swallow as much as she could.
That was it.
All three men were buried inside her at once. Heath deep in her pussy, Ray stretching her ass wide, Allen filling her mouth. Every hole claimed, every inch of her stuffed full.
Operation Airtight had begun.
Ray leaned in close, his chest slick with sweat as it brushed her damp back. His breath burned hot against her ear.
“Ready for the real show, slut?” he growled, the words rough and laced with that dark possession she loved.
His hands clamped onto her hips, fingers digging hard into soft flesh. He drew back slowly, his thick cock sliding halfway out of her ass, leaving her clenching around empty ache. Then he drove forward again, deliberate and deep, burying himself to the root. The stretch lit fire along her rim, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips as her body rocked forward, impaling her harder onto Heath.
Ray eased back once more. The moment he retreated, Heath surged up, his curved length plunging deep into her pussy. As Ray slammed home again, Heath pulled out just enough to keep the rhythm flowing, the two cocks alternating in perfect, merciless sync. One always filling her, the other pulling away, never letting her feel empty for even a heartbeat.
The motion rocked her steadily between them, pussy and ass stuffed in relentless waves, sparks exploding behind her eyes with every opposing thrust.
Up front, Allen fed his cock into her mouth with steady pressure. Rose took him eagerly, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling over the head before she sucked him deeper. She bobbed in time with the pounding behind her, cheeks hollowing as she worked him, drawing low groans from his throat. His fingers tangled lightly in her hair, guiding but not forcing, letting her set the depth while he savored every wet pull.
The room filled with wet slaps, heavy breathing, and her muffled moans around Allen’s shaft.
After countless strokes, Ray gave one last deep grind and pulled out slowly, leaving her ass gaping and twitching, desperate for more. He stepped back with a wicked grin and landed a sharp, stinging smack on her ass.
“The bitch is yours,” he told Brad.
Her ass still fluttered and clenched around the sudden emptiness, the tender ring pulsing with the memory of Ray’s thick invasion. A faint shiver ran through her as the cool air kissed the heated, loosened flesh. At the same moment, Allen eased his cock from her mouth, letting her drag in a ragged, desperate breath. Her lips stayed parted and shining, chest heaving while thin strands of saliva trailed from her chin to his glistening shaft.
Brad dropped to his knees behind her without a word, his hands rough as they spread her cheeks wider, exposing the flushed, loosened hole that waited for him. His eyes gleamed dark and feral, drinking in the sight of her stretched open and ready.
“Ready for you, baby,” he rasped, voice thick with lust, before lining up and driving forward in one brutal thrust. His thick cock speared deep into her ass, forcing the tender muscle to yield again, filling her with a searing, overwhelming pressure that tore a sharp cry from her lips.
Rose bucked forward, impaled on Heath’s length in her pussy while Brad claimed her ass, the sudden double stretch making her whole body quake. Her walls clamped down hard around both cocks, milking them instinctively as sparks exploded behind her eyes.
Allen gave her no time to recover. He gripped her hair firmly, tilting her head back, and fed his slick shaft straight between her parted lips again, pushing deep with steady force. The salty taste of her own spit and his pre-cum flooded her tongue as he slid over it, bumping the back of her throat until she gagged around him. Her moan vibrated along his length, muffled and desperate, but he held her there, claiming her mouth just as thoroughly as the others claimed her lower holes.
All three men were inside her once more. Heath steady beneath her, cock buried deep in her dripping pussy. Brad pounding her ass with hard, greedy strokes that made her asscheeks jiggle and her body jolt forward. Allen fucking her face with calm, relentless rhythm, using her throat like it belonged to him.
Rose became nothing but sensation, nothing but their willing fucktoy. Brad set a punishing pace, hips slamming against her ass, balls slapping wetly against her skin as he took her roughly, grunting with every plunge. Each thrust drove her down harder onto Heath, who answered with upward rolls of his hips, keeping her constantly full, constantly stretched to breaking.
Her muffled cries spilled around Allen’s cock, tears of raw pleasure streaking her cheeks as she squirmed and writhed between them. The room echoed with the filthy symphony of flesh on flesh, heavy breathing, wet suction, and her choked, desperate moans.
Brad owned her ass completely, pounding deeper, faster, fingers bruising her hips as he chased his pleasure without restraint. Heath’s hands roamed her thighs and waist, holding her steady for the onslaught. Allen kept her mouth stuffed, guiding her head with gentle but firm pressure, letting her tongue and throat worship him while she drowned in the chaos.
Time blurred into an endless storm of cock and heat and stretch. She trembled violently, sweat-slicked skin flushed crimson, every nerve screaming with overload.
At last, Brad slowed, dragging his cock through her tender ring with deliberate cruelty before pulling out completely. The slow withdrawal left her ass throbbing and empty, a fresh wave of slick heat trickling down her thighs as she gasped around Allen, breathless and dripping, body shaking with the promise of whatever came next.
The relentless DP in cowgirl had gone on forever, Heath and Brad trading deep, grinding thrusts that kept her pussy and ass stuffed without mercy. Her thighs burned, sweat poured down her back, and every nerve screamed for more even as her body begged for a shift. Rose finally decided she wanted them differently.
She lifted her hips slowly, letting Heath’s cock slip free from her dripping pussy with a wet, obscene sound. A thick strand of her juices stretched between them before breaking, leaving his shaft glistening and twitching in the cool air.
“Sorry, baby,” she purred down at him, voice husky and teasing, “your cock feels too good, but I need to feel the rest of your friends wreck me from new angles.”
Heath just laughed, low and dark, reaching up to slap her ass lightly before she left the bed. “Go on then, greedy girl. Get that pussy and ass destroyed.”
Rose just chuckled and slipped off the bed and turned to Allen, the closest of them, his cock still heavy and slick from her earlier work.
Without a word, she closed the distance, caught his jaw in her hand, and dragged him into a sudden, bruising kiss, hot, sloppy, all tongue and teeth. He groaned into her mouth, hands dropping to clutch her ass, but before he could turn it around, she tore free and shoved him hard in the chest.
Allen staggered back with a startled laugh and crashed onto the mattress, sprawling on his back.
Rose said nothing. She just looked down at him, lips curved in a wicked smile, tongue sliding slow and deliberate across her bottom lip like she was already tasting what came next.
She climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the sheets, and swung a leg over him in reverse. Back to his chest, ass hovering above his thick shaft. She reached between her thighs, wrapped her fingers around his hot, rigid length, and guided the head to her loosened, burning entrance.
With a low, filthy moan she sank down, impaling her ass on him in one steady drop. The stretch was immediate and brutal, his girth forcing her tender ring wide as she took every inch. Her cheeks spread around his base, body shuddering as he filled her completely.
“Oh, fuck… yeah, right there,” she whispered, voice shaking with raw pleasure, back arching deep as she ground down, squeezing him hard inside her.
She barely had time to adjust before strong hands gave her a push from the front. The force drove her backward and down, folding her over until she collapsed flat against Allen’s stomach, her front pressed to him, her back arched, ass still packed full of his cock behind her.
Brad’s rough palms slid down her hips and thighs, prying her legs wider, leaving her dripping pussy exposed to the cool air as she lay sprawled over Allen, facing her new captor.
His cock pressed hot and insistent against her folds, the blunt head rubbing along her slit, wet with her juices.
She looked back at him, breath coming in heavy pants, voice thick with slutty need. “Come on, Brady… don’t be shy and DP me like you really want.”
Brad chuckled low, eyes black with lust. “Brady, huh? You’ve really turned into quite the slut. Not that I’m complaining, my cock’s getting pretty familiar with both your holes.”
He leaned in closer, the blunt head nudging her folds apart, teasing the sensitive entrance for a brief, torturous moment. Then, with a slow push, he sank into her cunt, eliciting a moan from her.
Once both cocks were buried to the root inside her, Allen in her ass and Brad in her pussy, they wasted no time. They started hammering into her hard and fast, no warm-up, no mercy. Two thick shafts pistoned in and out of her stretched holes in brutal alternation, slamming deep and pulling back just enough to make her feel the emptiness before filling her again.
Rose’s legs kicked and flailed helplessly in the air, thighs quivering and jerking with every violent thrust, heels digging into the mattress one second and kicking out wide the next as her body jolted between the two men. Her full breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard and dragging across his skin with every savage pump.
She stared up at Brad through half-lidded eyes, mouth hanging open, moans ripping out of her in raw, broken bursts. Her gaze locked on his, filthy and pleading, lips trembling as she took the pounding, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth.
“Goddamn, you bastards!” she swore, voice cracking with pure overwhelmed pleasure, the words spilling out between desperate gasps as she surrendered completely to the onslaught.
Heath and Ray stood off to the side, cocks in hand, watching their greedy slut get absolutely ruined by their friends. The sight of Rose sandwiched tight, holes stuffed and body shaking from the relentless double pounding, made their shafts throb harder. They traded dark, satisfied grins, loving every second of seeing her used exactly the way she craved.
Throughout the night, the men passed her around like their favorite toy, trading places without pause, cocks swapping holes in a endless rotation of raw, greedy fucking. They double-penetrated her again and again, flipping her into new positions, slamming into her from every angle until her body shook with constant overload. At times, they stuffed all three of her holes at once, leaving her completely used, stretched, and utterly full.
The hours blurred into one long, filthy marathon, her moans turning hoarse, thighs slick with sweat and cum, holes loose and throbbing from the relentless use.
In the final round, they had her pinned in cowgirl again, Heath beneath her with his curved cock buried deep in her pussy, Ray behind her driving that brutal thickness into her ass with short, punishing strokes. Brad and Allen watched from the side, spent but hard again, stroking themselves lazily as they enjoyed the show of their shared slut getting ruined one last time.
Heath and Ray found their rhythm fast, thrusting up and back in brutal alternation, slamming her down between them so hard her whole body jolted with every impact. Her breasts bounced wildly.
Rose’s voice cracked, the loud cries from earlier gone. She could only mumble now, head lolling forward, eyes glazed and unfocused.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” The word spilled from her lips in a broken, breathless whisper, over and over, barely audible as the pounding overwhelmed her completely.
Heath groaned first, hips bucking up hard as he slammed deep one last time. His cock pulsed inside her pussy, thick ropes of cum flooding her walls, hot and heavy, filling her until she overflowed around him.
Shortly, Ray also reached his limits. He growled low, fingers bruising her hips as he buried himself to the root in her ass and let go, cock throbbing as he pumped load after load deep into her, marking her from the inside with searing heat.
Rose shuddered violently between them, trapped and stuffed full, cum leaking from both holes as they held her there through the last spasms.
When they finally eased out, she collapsed forward onto Heath’s chest, then rolled limp to the bed, body trembling uncontrollably, skin flushed crimson and shining with sweat. Cum oozed from her wrecked pussy and ass in thick streams, pooling beneath her on the sheets, her thighs smeared and sticky.
Exhausted, utterly wrecked, every hole overflowing, she lay there gasping, wearing their loads like a crown, proof of the night’s savage conquest.
Heath leaned over her spent body, his fingers gentle as he brushed a damp strand of red hair from her flushed cheek. His eyes shone with raw pride and lingering heat.
“Still as incredible as ever,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You took every inch like a queen.”
Ray chuckled, running a hand over her thigh. “She wasn’t messing around. Hell of a first gangbang, Rose.”
Brad smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. “I knew she was something else, but tonight… she went to a whole new level.”
Allen’s voice was low, full of respect. “After all that time with just DP, you’d think she’d hit her limit. But nope, she’s only getting started.”
Heath and Ray shared a quick, knowing glance, a silent agreement passing between them. The night had shoved Rose past every boundary she thought she had, and still she looked hungry for more. This was nowhere near the end.