It had been a year since Rose rekindled her flame with Heath in a wild, unforgettable threesome with Ray that ended in a messy, mind-breaking double penetration. That night didn’t just reopen old desires, it shattered her old limits.

Since then, DP had become her new normal. She craved it. Needed it. Sought it out like an addict chasing her next high. And Heath and Ray? They were always eager to oblige. Neither of them ever turned down her calls, they knew they’d never find another woman like Rose again. She was the hottest, filthiest woman they’d ever shared, and they loved every second of it.

Rose didn’t just enjoy DP, she thrived in it. She’d grown into a beast for it. Once, she even pushed herself through a full week of daily DPs, like it was a ritual. One day in particular, she’d taken both of them in the morning and again at night, insatiable, wild, unashamed.

Ever since this indulgent streak began, she’d sworn off the meaningless one-night stands she used to chase after her divorce. None of them satisfied her anymore. Regular sex felt like a downgrade. Only DP scratched the itch now, everything else was dull.

And yet, even with her body stretched and trained by months of indulgence, it wasn’t enough.

Right now, Rose was on her knees between Heath and Ray on the floor of Ray’s apartment’s bedroom, strands of her hair clinging to her cheeks as both men painted her face in hot ropes of cum. She took it eagerly, lips parted, eyes glazed in bliss, warm jets splattering across her cheeks, mouth, and brow.

She shuddered when the last dribbles hit her chin, smiling like a wicked little slut as she licked her lips and wiped some of the mess across her tongue.

Rose lifted her gaze to them, her face glistening with hot cum, sticky ropes draped across her flushed cheeks and dripping from her chin. Her body quivered, utterly exhausted and drained. From behind, her stretched, gaping asshole oozed a slow, heavy river of seed, while her puffy, abused pussy wept the creamy remnants they’d pumped deep inside her. She was completely ruined, fucked in every hole, and she fucking loved it.

Rose licked a bead of cum from her lip, breath still shaky. “I want something different. I’ve been thinking about trying something new.”

Ray tilted his head, curious. “Different how, baby?”

She hesitated, gaze dipping for a moment before flicking back up, heat simmering in her eyes. “Just… something I haven’t felt before.”

Heath raised a brow, exchanging a quick glance with Ray. 

“You want different?” he said, amused. “Maybe it’s time we let a few of the boys in on the fun.”

Rose’s breath caught. Her eyes widened. That wasn’t quite what she meant. 

But the thrill that shot through her body said otherwise.

“A gangbang,” Heath said with a slow grin. “Let’s see how much you can really take.”

Ray’s grin grew wider, amused by her reaction. “You know, it’s not just about the numbers, Rose. It’s the feeling, every pair of hands, every hard dick fighting for a turn, using you until you forget your own name. You’ll be dripping, shaking, begging… and you’ll still want more. Think you can handle that?”

Rose’s eyes flicked between the two men, heat rising in her cheeks. 

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered, voice trembling with something that wasn’t quite fear. “It sounds insane. But God, maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Heath stepped closer, his voice low and confident. “You’ve already taken the two of us like a greedy little champ. A couple more dicks?” He dragged a thumb across her bottom lip. “It’ll just feel like finally getting enough.”

Ray nodded, folding his arms. “We’d be right there with you the whole time. You’re not going in blind.”

Rose bit her lip, imagining the scene, her body utterly claimed by more than just two men. The raw power, the overwhelming pleasure. It sent a shiver through her.

“So,” Heath said, eyes gleaming, “ready to take it to the next level?”

She met his gaze steadily, a wicked smile curling on her lips. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

The week flew by in a blur of anticipation, every day stoking the fire building inside Rose. Now, in the soft glow of her apartment’s dimmed lights, she stood before the full-length mirror. Her fingers traced the curve of a crimson lipstick, carefully applying it in deliberate strokes that matched the fiery red of her lace lingerie. The delicate fabric hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.

Her breath hitched with excitement. Tonight was the night, her first gangbang. The thought sent a thrilling pulse through her veins.

Steeling herself, she turned away from the mirror and stepped into the living room.

There, Heath stood waiting, flanked by three other men, all clad in nothing but their boxers. Among them were Brad and Allen, their familiar faces sparking a rush of nerves and desire.

Their eyes roved over her like wolves sizing their prize, and Rose met each look with a steady, teasing smile.

Heath took a step forward, voice low and rough. “Ready for this?”

Rose nodded, her pulse pounding. “More than ready.”

Ray cracked his knuckles, grinning. “We’ve been waiting, princess.”

Brad and Allen exchanged a glance, their confidence unmistakable.

Rose felt a surge of adrenaline, tonight, she was going to push every boundary. The night was hers to conquer.

There was no need for introductions, Rose had known Brad and Allen back when she was still married to Heath. They were part of his old circle, familiar faces from old barbecues and house parties. But tonight, she was going to know them in a way she never had before. Not as old friends, but as men who would use her body without restraint, pushing her past the limits.

She stood among them in her crimson lingerie, the tension crackling as they closed in and made a circle around her.

Heath pulled her into a kiss first, firm and claiming. Then Ray took his turn, smoother, hungrier. Brad’s mouth met hers next, followed by Allen’s, each kiss passed her along like a gift, while hands drifted freely across her bare skin, stroking, squeezing, exploring.

They surrounded her completely, hands on her waist, her ass, brushing her thighs, her breasts. She felt like prey caught in the center of a storm of lust, every touch stoking the fire inside her higher.

Rose didn’t resist. She welcomed it, leaned into it.

This was what she’d asked for and it was only just beginning.

Ray broke the stillness first, the room’s fevered pulse dropping into a low, molten throb. He moved behind Rose, fingertips hooking beneath the crimson lace that caged her chest. One smooth flick of his wrist and the clasp surrendered; the bra sighed open, gliding off her skin like water.

The fabric peeled away, baring her full breasts to the four hungry men. Her nipples, already stiff from anticipation, caught the low light as the bra slid down her arms.

“Woah, man,” Brad muttered, his voice low with awe. “She got those Aphrodite tits.”

Rose smirked at the praise, arching her back slightly as Allen stepped in front of her, brushing a thumb slowly across her left nipple.

“She’s been hiding this from us for years?” Allen chuckled, licking his lips. “Heath, you’re the best to share this goddess with us.”

Heath, lounging to the side now with arms crossed and a knowing grin on his face, shrugged casually. “She’s insatiable, boys. Figured it was time you had a taste.”

Ray chimed in with a sly grin, “Just don’t break too fast. She’s got more stamina than all of us combined, trust me.”

Brad leaned in and kissed her neck as Allen’s  hands glided down her waist, slowly tugging down the sides of her panties. The silky fabric clung for a moment to her hips before slipping free, sliding down her thighs and pooling at her ankles.

She stepped out of them without a word.

Now fully nude, Rose stood proudly in the center of the room, glowing in the attention, four men surrounding her, each eye devouring every inch of her naked body.

Allen exhaled like he’d just seen something sacred. “Holy fuck, she’s unreal.”

Brad let his hand trail down her back, resting at the curve of her ass. “I can’t believe we waited this long.”

Heath stepped forward finally, brushing her hair off her shoulder and placing a kiss behind her ear. “Hope you’re ready, babe.”

Rose smiled, lips flushed, heart pounding.

“I was born ready.”

The soft slap of cotton and elastic echoed through the room as the last of their clothes dropped away. Boxers pooled at ankles, kicked aside without a second thought. Now Heath, Ray, Brad, and Allen circled her, gloriously naked, cocks jutting proud and aching in the dim light.

Rose knelt in the middle of their hungry ring, the air thick with heat and the raw scent of aroused men. Her wide eyes flicked from one rigid shaft to the next, drinking them in.

Heath’s was long, elegantly curved, already promising to stroke that spot inside her that made her see stars.

Ray’s was a brutal, veiny column, so thick her fingers had never quite met around it.

Brad’s matched Ray for girth but looked even angrier, the fat head flushed dark and already slick, jerking with every heartbeat like it might blow just from looking at her.

And Allen’s, fuck, Allen’s was a blunt, heavy battering ram, swollen and weighty, veins standing out like cables, as if every drop of blood in his body had rushed there the moment she’d whispered yes.

Four men. Four hard, dripping cocks. All for her.

She licked her lips, tasting the ghost of what was coming, and waited for the first one to claim her mouth.

They pressed closer, shrinking the circle until the heat rolling off their bare skin licked at her like flames. Thighs brushed her shoulders, the heavy weight of their cocks bobbing inches from her face, chest, lips, everywhere at once. The air snapped and hummed with raw, barely leashed hunger.

Rose turned in a slow, deliberate circle on her knees, breath shallow, pulse wild. She lifted her gaze to each of them in turn, letting them see the naked want shining in her eyes.

Heath’s stare was dark fire, lips parted, chest rising fast.

Ray’s was pure predatory promise, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his fist kept that lazy stroke along his thick shaft.

Brad looked half-feral, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring like he was already fucking her in his head.

Allen just watched her with reverent filth in his eyes, the slow drag of his hand over that brutal cock almost worshipful.

Everywhere she looked, she found the same truth branded into their faces: they were going to devour her, and she was going to let them.

Her skin flushed hotter under the weight of their attention, a deep rose blooming across her chest, throat, cheeks, until she felt like she glowed from the inside out. Nipples tight, thighs slick, cunt aching so fiercely she had to fight not to rock against nothing.

She was surrounded, exposed, burning alive, and she had never felt more powerful in her life.

Allen’s voice came out rough, almost reverent. “Heaven in the goddamn flesh.” His fingers glided slow and deliberate along that monstrous cock, eyes drinking her in like he was memorizing every curve.

“Hard to believe she was ever off-limits,” Brad added, eyes locked on her chest as he mirrored stroking his cock like Allen.

Heath’s tone was pure dark velvet, laced with ownership. “She never had limits, brother. Just needed the right cocks to remind her.” His curved length twitched in his grip, a fat bead of pre-cum rolling down the underside as if in agreement.

Ray smirked, gaze focused on her dripping center. “And tonight’s the night.”

Rose bit down on her lip hard enough to taste copper, heart hammering so loud she was sure they could hear it. Four pairs of hungry eyes raked over her breasts, mouth, cunt and ass, branding her with heat. Every inch of her skin felt licked by fire, claimed before they’d even touched her again.

Nerves? None.

Only a wild, electric certainty singing through her veins: she was exactly where she belonged, surrounded by four hard, dripping men who were about to wreck her in the most beautiful way possible.

And she couldn’t fucking wait.

Heath stepped in first, his cock already throbbing with need. Rose looked up at him, then leaned in without hesitation, parting her lips and taking him deep. Her throat stretched, a wet gag muffled as he slid in. 

“Fuuuck,” Heath hissed, fingers threading tight into her hair as his hips rolled forward in a slow, claiming rhythm.

Her hands found Ray and Brad on instinct, one thick shaft in each fist. She stroked in perfect rhythm with the cock sliding between her lips, slow drags turning fast and twisting, drawing low, filthy groans from both men. Allen watched, fist gliding over his own monster, waiting.

Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, shining trails racing down her chin to drip onto her breasts. Mascara began to run. She never slowed sucking Heath deeper, jerking Ray and Brad harder, starving for every inch.

Allen watched it all with dark reverence, fist gliding over his heavy cock, waiting his turn.

Heath’s thrusts grew sharper, breath ragged. “Goddamn, look at her take it…” Then, with obvious reluctance, he pulled free with a slick, obscene pop, a thick string of saliva still connecting her lips to his glistening shaft.

When Heath finally pulled out with a wet pop, he gave a breathless laugh. “Alright, next.”

Ray didn’t wait for ceremony. He stepped in, gave her cheek one heavy, wet slap with his thick cock, then drove forward. The fat head breached her lips and kept going, stretching her jaw wide, slamming past her tongue until her throat seized around him. Rose choked out a startled, wet sound, fresh tears springing to her eyes, but the moan that followed was pure, shameless hunger.

Her hands switched without missing a beat, Allen’s blunt monster in her left fist now, Brad still in her right. She pumped them both in slick, frantic strokes while Ray used her mouth like a toy. Spit poured in glossy ropes, coating her chin, dripping onto her tits.

Ray grunted as he pulled back, her chin slick with spit. “She’s fuckin’ filthy.”

“Save some throat for us,” Brad said with a crooked grin, taking his turn without hesitation.

Rose didn’t hesitate, she dropped her jaw wider, tongue lolling out, glazed and dripping, begging without a word.

Brad groaned at the sight, half in awe, half feral, then fed his cock between her swollen lips. He wasn’t as long as Ray, but the sheer girth split her mouth obscenely wide, forcing her jaw to burn as he sank in slow and relentless. 

She whimpered around the stretch, throat fluttering, fresh tears streaking her cheeks, but she pushed forward until her nose buried in the coarse hair at his base.

Her hands never stopped working. Slick fingers curled around Heath’s curved, dripping length and Allen’s brutal, heavy cock, stroking them both with long, firm pulls that dragged low groans from both men and brought them back to steel-hard readiness.

Brad fucked her mouth slow and thorough, savoring every wet inch. Each deliberate thrust made her cheeks bulge obscenely, spit bubbling at the corners of her lips and pouring in shiny rivulets down her chin. His big hand cradled the back of her head, guiding her, claiming her, while his hips rolled like he had all night to ruin her throat.

When he finally eased free, Rose gasped, chest heaving, throat raw and aching, and still she glowed like a woman on fire. She’s ready to be passed around to next man.

Then Allen stepped forward, heavy cock in hand, eyes dark with reverence and ruin.

Allen stepped in last, silent, the blunt, swollen head of his cock already shining with pre-cum. He didn’t speak; he simply cupped her jaw with one big hand, tilted her tear-streaked face up, and fed himself between her lips.

The stretch was immediate and merciless. Rose’s muffled moan vibrated around him as that thick, heavy shaft forcing her jaw wider than ever, sliding over her tongue, nudging the back of her throat until her eyes watered anew. She gagged hard, throat convulsing, but Allen just kept coming, slow and inexorable, until her lips kissed the root and her nose was buried in the heat of his groin.

Only then did he pause, letting her feel every throbbing inch of him, letting her choke and adjust and surrender.

Then he started to move.

Steady. Unhurried. Deep. Each thrust deliberate, dragging over her tongue, bumping the entrance to her throat before retreating just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath through her nose. Spit poured from her stretched lips in thick, glossy strands, rolling over her chin, dripping in heavy drops onto her flushed breasts. Her whole body trembled, thighs slick, nipples diamond-hard, cunt clenching around nothing.

She looked utterly wrecked and utterly perfect, mascara smeared, lips abused around his girth, throat bulging faintly with every slow plunge.

Allen’s fingers tightened in her hair, hips rolling with calm, devastating rhythm. Worshipping her with every stroke that made her gag and moan and beg with her eyes for more.

When he finally drew back, her mouth clung to him, reluctant to let go. A wet, obscene pop echoed as the fat crown slipped free, leaving her gasping, coughing, drooling, radiant.

The four of them eased back just enough to give themselves room, cocks still slick from her throat, veins standing angry and proud. They ringed her again, closer this time, fists moving in slow, deliberate pulls that quickly turned hungry.

Four rigid shafts aimed straight at her like cannons primed to fire. The sight alone punched a filthy, electric thrill straight to her clit.

The sight of four cocks being stroked in her honor, all pointed at her, sent a jolt of filthy thrill through her core. This is the filthiest thing she has probably done and it would only get filthier as night goes. 

Her body looked eager waiting to bathe in their cum. 

“Do it,” she whispered, voice hoarse but dripping with need. “Paint me.”

Her words were like a spark to kindling. The men’s strokes grew frantic and then, almost in unison, they erupted.

Hot, thick ropes of cum shot from all four cocks, splattering across Rose’s face in a chaotic, glorious deluge. 

Heath’s release hit her cheek, streaking across her brow, some catching in her lashes. Ray’s cum landed on her lips, dripping into her open mouth, coating her tongue with its salty heat. 

Brad’s load splashed across her breasts, warm jets sliding down her cleavage, pooling at her nipples. Allen’s cum struck her other cheek, trailing down her jaw, some arcing to her back, where it mingled with the sweat on her spine.

Rose gasped, her body shuddering under the onslaught, the sheer volume overwhelming. Cum coated her face completely, dripping from her chin, clogging her lashes, painting her flushed cheeks in glossy white. Her breasts glistened, streaked with Brad’s release, while her belly caught stray drops, and her back arched as Allen’s contribution slid down her spine. She was drenched, marked, utterly defiled, and she fucking loved it.

The men groaned through their climaxes, their hands slowing as the last spurts landed on her skin. Rose knelt there, trembling, her breath ragged, cum dripping from her face onto her thighs. She licked her lips, savoring the mingled taste, her fingers trailing through the mess on her chest, smearing it across her nipples with a wicked smile. Her pussy throbbed, untouched yet screaming for more, the filthiness of the moment igniting a hunger she hadn’t known she could feel.

“Jesus, Rose,” Heath rasped, stepping back, his cock still twitching. “You look like a fucking masterpiece.”

Brad’s eyes gleamed, his voice low. “You took that like a queen. Ready to get filthier?”

Rose’s smile widened, her face a glistening mask of cum, her body buzzing with adrenaline. This was the filthiest thing she’d ever done, four men unloading on her at once, covering her from face to back in their release. And yet, the night stretched ahead, promising even darker, wilder depths. Her heart pounded, her skin tingling with the thrill of what was to come. She was ready to dive deeper, to let the night consume her completely.