My name is Anne. So far, I've told you about how Sally and I met those two studs, Greg and Dan, in Vegas, and the start of the house party, if you could call it that. Orgy might be a better description.

Now heading home, I struggled to find a comfortable position as I sat down in my window seat about 30 rows to the back of the airplane, settling in for the 9 am flight back to Phoenix from Atlanta. Luckily, I was at least 10 rows away from my work colleagues, whom I was able to avoid in the gate area.

I was hungover, but mainly I was feeling the bumps and bruises from having a duo of 6'5" 270-pound iron muscle studs fuck me a combined seven or eight times, depending on how you count. I had several large black and blue marks on her inner thighs and ass from Greg and Dan's muscular thighs slamming into me like a freight train. I also had marks on my ass from where Greg's girlfriend Jenny's nails had clutched it the night before.

Since the flight was four hours, I figured I would be back in my apartment by around noon, given the time difference. I could get a bit of sleep and be ready for the +1 business dinner I was attending with my boyfriend Sam and the legal team at his company.

The only good thing was that nobody on the plane would be checking me out. My saucy 34c-22-34 5'4 inch, 110-pound frame was already wrapped in a blanket. I buckled my seat belt and curled up in my hoodie, sweats, and sneakers. I could still feel the huge load of cum Dan had filled my cunt with just hours earlier as I was getting ready to go to the airport.

I had been in front of the mirror in the guest room at Greg's house, putting on my makeup. It was around 5 am and I had about an hour until we had to leave for the airport. I had only gotten two hours of sleep after a grand finale two-hour fuck session with Greg, his girlfriend Jenny, her sister Alexis, and Sally, my best friend.

Dan and Maria had left just before midnight.

After Greg had literally split my vagina in half after I asked him to fuck me wheelbarrow style like the bodybuilder at the outdoor shower in Miami Beach (the last chapter), Dan had come over to where I was with Greg, Jenny, and Alexis at the kitchen island. I was ready to have Dan fuck me for the first time since he lifted me off the toilet seat in the hotel room in Vegas while I was peeing and literally drilled me as I sprayed him with my golden shower. Dan had just finished ravaging his wife, Maria, and Sally. However, before Dan could reach me, Alexis grabbed his flaccid cock as he approached, working it back into an erection, and taking the rewards of her tongue and spit.

I retreated to a couch in the adjacent den where Maria and Sally were naked, drinking white wine on ice. They were literally fanning their cunts, their vaginas flushed by having these 6'5" muscle gods ravaging them with both power and skill, taking pleasure in making them orgasm until exhaustion.

Maria confirmed the story Greg had told me and Sally the day before. She did indeed masturbate to a picture from Las Vegas of me jerking off her husband from behind, on my knees, partially visible between his tree trunk legs, one of my hands on Dan's glistening cock, my face buried in his ass, our bodies shining in sweat of the dimly lit hotel room at the Wynn.

I also told Maria it was true that Dan had walked in on me while I was sitting on the toilet peeing, lifting me off the seat and onto his erect dick as I pissed on him, slamming my cunt until the pee turned to cum before carrying me over his shoulder like a warrior's conquest back to the bed to fuck me two more times. I told Maria my ass was so sore from Dan and Greg's thighs slapping against it, I had to ask for a cushion to put on my seat when I went to dinner with my boyfriend later that night.

Maria, Sally, and I all agreed that Dan was insatiable in his desire to make a woman cum. After bringing his partner to orgasm with his tongue and fingers, he would continue holding us tight, wrapping his conquest in his giant arms like an anaconda. Dan would continue to stimulate me through one orgasm and into another and another until I had to beg him to stop from exhaustion.

Sally told Maria that every time her husband, Ken, performed cunnilingus during their honeymoon, she craved Dan. She said Ken was very good, but Dan was in a different league. Dan had told Sally her spasms that night in Vegas were so intense she looked like "a caught bass flipping around on the deck of my boat."

At that point, Dan came into the room. He plopped down on the couch like he was getting ready to watch a football game, sitting between Sally and me, reaching out with his big paws around our shoulders like they were little sisters.

Maria then got up, took a couple of steps, still in her stilettos, knelt in front of her husband's muscle-bound body, and from the edge of the couch, grabbed his cock with one hand, lifting it so she could tickle his balls with her tongue.

Dan, not missing a beat, began fingering both Sally and me simultaneously, his huge forearms pinning us to the couch as his fingers played with our clits. We watched Dan's wife work his cock back to an erection. Sally was now moaning, breathing more deeply. Dan's big fingers were now working my pussy more steadily. I suddenly felt my body convulse. At that point, Maria had mounted Dan's erect cock, straddling him on the couch, her huge 36D tits pressed against his abs, as he bent his neck down so he could make out with her. With his erect cock sliding in and out of his wife, Dan now finger fucked Sally and me as Maria milked another load from Dan. I looked down between my legs. Dan's arm was pressing my breasts as two of his manly fingers worked my cunt. Dan's middle finger was bigger and thicker than some dicks I've seen. I looked over at him as he was kissing with his wife, getting myself even hotter as I watched his cock glisten while Maria rode it like a pogo-stick.

After that, Dan and Maria left as Maria's mom was at their house babysitting. Shortly after, along with Sally, Alexis, Greg, and Jenny, we had all retreated upstairs to Greg's master bedroom, where we did a round of shots and sat like a jigsaw puzzle on the king bed, making small talk before Alexis initiated a four-on-one by giving Greg a blow job.

As I got ready in the ensuite bathroom of the guest bedroom I was in, I heard the outside door quietly open, then the semi-closed bathroom door fully open.

I was surprised to see Dan. He was wearing a tank top, board shorts, and flip-flops.

"I thought you went home," I said.

Dan replied, "I did. I woke up. I wanted to fill up your pussy for your flight home."

I asked Dan, "You just come into Greg's house whenever you want?"

Dan told me, "Of course, I have a key. He's my brother from another mother. When he wants to hear a baby crying in the middle of the night, he comes over to my place."

I quipped, "That's probably not often."

Dan said, "It's actually never."

As we laughed, I caught a reflection of Dan and me in the mirror. We were gorgeous. My pussy was moist. I moved over to Dan and onto my knees, tugging his shorts to his ankles as I admired his legs, those huge thighs, and that brick-hard ass. I wanted to serve this god. He deserved to be pleasured however he wished. I watched myself in the mirror work his cock. I picked my iPhone off the sink top to snap a picture. Dan lifted his tank top over his head, giving me a pussy moistening view of his god-like torso. Dan fucked me for the next 45 minutes, filling my cunt with his jizz twice.

Now, as I sat on the airplane, I could still feel some seeping out. Under the blanket, I reached into my sweats with two fingers, inserting them into her vagina, and then, with the discretion of my hoodie, tasted our sex.

As I nodded off, there were so many thoughts going through my brain. There was a business dinner with my boyfriend Sam that night. I would have to cover all my bruises and nail marks so Sam wouldn't see, or at least figure out a way not to sleep over at his place after dinner. Then there was what Dan had told me after our pre-airport fuck session. He and Greg were going to be in Phoenix several weeks later for a construction conference.

I knew I was going to see Dan and Greg, but I also knew that, with Sally's husband, Ken, and Sam, nearby, this adventure was getting a bit riskier.

To be continued...