Trio: Tonsil Touchdown

He got back to one of the big stuffed chairs before collapsing. I rose to my feet and glanced around the room.

Eric and Juan stared at me, smitten. Buck had his pants off, wearing just a cropped T. He was very hard and staring at me expectantly.

But I still remembered the times he's stolen glances at the ballgame. He wasn't gett'n any.

But I also wasn't done for the day. Because the cute Swede was hard again. I continued to ignore Buck. In my best innocent voice, I turned to the blond and said. "Eric! I just realized something. You've never seen my boobs, have you?"

I flounced closer. I hefted them under my shirt. "You ready?" I asked, unnecessarily.

He nodded like an eager little boy. "Okay," I said, slowly lifting the hem of my shirt.

I've mentioned I have a rock'n rack, right? Pale, pillowy 'C' cups with fat nips that love to be teased. They were standing at attention as my shirt rose and all four men stared.

That was some first-class oggling and they got even harder under those gazes. I tossed my shirt at Buck and slid my hands down over my puppies. "What da'ya think?" I asked. I held each one by the base jiggled them at him.

His mouth was agape and his cock throbbing.

I stepped closer and stooped, letting them dangle right in front of his face. At the same time, I was looking right down the barrel of his swollen member. My mouth began to water which gave me a fairly obvious idea.

I focused on his delicious cock and let my mouth go slack. Saliva pumped from its glands and dribbled thickly from my lips and cascaded onto his hardness.

Drooling profusely, I got to my knees and let him slide naturally between my breasts.

I cupped my hands around my C-cups and enclosed his slick cock in my cleavage. He felt like a hot iron poker against my sensitive skin. I stared down at the one-eye snake and giggled. "I love cocks so much."

Eric couldn't keep his hands to himself, naturally. He slid them under mine and grasped my melons and pressed them to his cock. "Oh go-ahd," he whispered, almost whimpering with arousal.

With my hands free, I began gently twisting my nipples while he jerked between my breasts. My poor panties were an absolute swamp but I tried to ignore my pussy for a little while longer.

Eric's fat head was the color of a red grape and hard as a golf ball. His face was nearly as red, actually. He was just about to pop. " Come on, stud. Gimme some more of that daddy-milk."

He surprised me delightfully by abruptly grabbing my head and yanking it down to his cock. "Oh god," he said again, stereotypically at a loss for words.

My mouth popped open instinctively just as he was grabbing me and I inhaled that juicy plumb in a single plunge, instantly burying my nose back into his groin. A split second later, I felt his first blast jet into my throat.

I swallowed every drop, moaning around his rod while I continued to twist my nips. My pussy wanted to cum so bad right along with him. but I held out.

When Eric let go of my head, Juan was on me like a shot. From my position crouched between Eric's legs, Juan rolled me back onto the floor and straddled my chest. "My turn with these perfect fucking tits!" he growled as he wrapped his hands around my funbags and my funbags around his stout cock.

"That's right, baby, tit-fucks are on the menu!" I squealed. It's a good thing he had my arms more or less pinned or I would have had my whole hand shoved up my maddened, neglected cunt.

In that position, he was completely engulfed in my pale cleavage. His cock was coming nowhere close to in range of my tongue, though I tried. Eventually, I just started spitting into the cleft, keeping him nice and lubed.

Juan straight out fucked my tits and just kept going till he came, jerking and cursing in Spanish as his cream flowed onto my chest and ran around my neck.

When the Latino rolled off me, Tyrone was standing over us. His sculpted, work-hardened body simply towered over me.

And his enormous, stiff cock hung majestically over my head. He stroked it. "You want this in your cunt or back in your whore mouth?"

I can't even tell you why I decided to deny myself that day. Some kind of showmanship, I guess. But my panties stayed on. I raised my hand to the black man. "Help me to the couch and you can skull-fuck me till your nuts turn into raisins."

He had me up on my feet a blink later... it was always thrilling to feel the strength of a fit man... and gave me a stiff nudged toward the couch. I sat and swung my self around backward, back on the cushions and feet in the air over the back. I hung my head back over the edged and looked up at Tyrone.

I lifted my breasts up. "Don't neglect my tits," I said before simply opening my mouth as a final invitation.

I have to say, that man knows how to handle sluts. The first thing he did was wrap his big hand around my neck, holding me in place. Not choking, just taking control of my body. He did much the same with his other hand on my left tit. His hand was big enough, it covered half my rib cage with my warm tit-flesh pinched between his thumb and fingers, pushed up high.

I left my mouth open and stared, upside-down at his enormous black cock. It loomed. It's bobbed and pulsed. And it slowly approached.

My body firmly in his grip, he simply impaled me, filling my mouth and then my throat until his heavy balls engulfed my nose and half my face.

"I love the way you just take it all, little slut," he said hoarsely. He stroked out. I was able to tease his head with my tongue for a second before he went back in deep.

"Such a perfect fucking whore," he groaned. His hand twisted my whole tit, making me moan in return.

Like I said, degrading talk doesn't do much for me but the way he was controlling me very much was. I'm sure he could even feel the swell of his cock entering my throat under the hand around my neck.

He slowly but relentlessly fucked my throat, moving my body as much as he was thrusting with his hips. I let my mouth go wide and slack as I repeatedly gagged on his enormity.

Before long, my ears were soaked with my own spit and I had to snort to keep it out of my nose. I could take the throat fuck all day long but my specific position was starting to cause problems. Blood was running to my head and tears were streaming from my eyes.

But Tyrone was nearing the end of the line. "Fucking whore. Yeah. Take it all!" He was getting rougher, faster. His hands clasping me tighter, now starting to actually choke me a little.

Until finally he groaned and coughed and jammed in deep a final time. I felt the pulse and swell as he launched his seed straight down my throat.

I think he wanted to pull out and cum the rest of the way on my tits or face. But the instant I felt him move to withdraw, my hands shot up to his ass and forced him to stay deep. After that face fuck, he was giving me my dessert, damn it.

I moaned around his hog, throat working around the intruder to siphon out every drop.

I admit, I was still putting on a show. I continued to spitshine his wilting member for several minutes, holding his ass tight. I wanted them all to know that his rough treatment had merely turned me on.

And it bloody well had. If I didn't have Tyrone's body to focus on and hold onto, I'd be visibly trembling with need. But I was going to stick with my plan.

Just head, and Buck wasn't getting any.

When Tyrone finally forcibly tore himself away muttering "Damn girl, greedy ho," I had had fully caught my breath. Still half upside-down, I wiped most of the scum from my face, only to spread it across my tits. That was kind of a mistake because it felt so good I nearly came right then. My poor pussy was crying.

I spun or rolled or whatever until I got to my feet. I have to admit, I stumbled. I was majorly lightheaded. But that was all from the blood rushing out of my head. The thought made me think about how cocks work and I giggled.

I looked around at the guys while I puled my matted hair back. Every eye was riveted on me and my pussy shouted some more. Buck was there with his big hard cock but a bit of a pout on his face. He'd sensed that he wasn't getting any.

Buck's a good sport. Lord knows with the many ways he'd tortured me both with denial and... over-abundance of stimulation... he understood that sometimes games were played. He'd accept his blue balls for now.

"Thank you so much, gentlemen," I said. I decided against a bow but I gave them each a wide smile. "Thank you for feeding your cocks to me so nicely. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I."

Without another word or a backward glance, I strode out of the room on rock'n hips. I could feel my thighs gliding slickly on my pussy juice. Made me wonder if they realized how badly I needed to cum.

I did cum about three minutes later. That's how long it took for the water to heat up in my shower and my beloved showerhead to bring me off hard. And I ground out another two much-needed releases before I even began doing any kind of washing.

Eventually, I settled down for a nap. I was still anticipating a hot night on the prowl with Tracy.

P.S. We didn't go out that night. An hour or so after I made it to bed, Tracy got home from the gym. Buck immediately pinned her to the couch and power-fucked himself right through two cock-splitting orgasms while the other guys watched. Then they all double and triple-teamed her hard body till there wasn't a single sperm left in any male body.

Bitch never even came to wake me up and share.