I pulled into Jason’s apartment complex just after nine on Friday night, the summer air still thick and humid even after sunset. My pussy was already tingling with anticipation; Jason had been texting me all day about how bad he needed to fuck, and I’d spent the afternoon edging myself in the shower just thinking about his thick black cock stretching me open. I wore a tiny white crop top that barely contained my heavy boobs and a pair of soft gray cotton shorts that rode up my ass cheeks every time I moved. No bra. Just the way Jason liked me.

When he opened the door, his dark eyes raked over me, and that slow, hungry grin spread across his face. “Damn, Maya. You trying to kill me tonight?”

Behind him, Anthony (his roommate, I’d only met once or twice) lounged on the couch in basketball shorts and nothing else. Tall, ripped, skin like dark mahogany. He lifted his chin at me. “Hey, trouble.”

We settled in the living room with beers and music playing low. I curled up between them on the couch, legs tucked under me, letting my tits press against Jason’s arm while I laughed a little too loud at Anthony’s jokes. I’m a shameless flirt when I’m horny, and tonight I was dripping. I kept catching Anthony staring at my nipples poking through the thin fabric, and every time our eyes met, I licked my lips slowly and deliberately.

Jason noticed. Of course he did. He just smirked and slid his big hand up my bare thigh, fingers teasing the hem of my shorts. “Baby girl’s feeling bold tonight,” he murmured.

Anthony chuckled, deep and rough. “Bold enough to give us a little peek?”

I pretended to think about it, biting my lip. “Y’all think you deserve it?”

Jason pinched my inner thigh. “Show us those pretty titties, Maya. Been too long since I watched ‘em bounce.”

The room felt ten degrees hotter. I glanced between them (both men leaning forward now, eyes dark with lust) and my pulse hammered in my clit. Slowly, I peeled the crop top up and over my head. My heavy breasts spilled free, brown nipples already stiff. I cupped them, squeezed, let them drop so they jiggled.

“Fuck,” Anthony breathed. “Those are even better than I remembered.”

Jason reached over and rolled one nipple between his fingers until I whimpered. “Told you my girl’s tits are perfect.”

I laughed, breathless. “Happy now?”

Anthony shook his head, stood up, and shoved his basketball shorts down in one motion. His cock sprang out. Even soft it had been big, but hard it was obscene. Nine inches easy, thicker than my wrist, veins snaking up the dark shaft to a fat, glistening head already leaking precum.

My mouth actually watered. “Goddamn, Anthony…”

He stroked himself once, slowly. “Your turn to show me something, pretty girl.”

I was still staring, thighs squeezing together, when Jason laughed low. “Go ahead, baby. He asked nicely.”

I don’t even remember deciding. One second, I was sitting there, the next, Anthony had grabbed my hips, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch. My shorts and panties were yanked down to my knees before I could blink.

“Hey—!” I started to laugh, thinking he was playing.

He wasn’t.

The blunt head of his bare, condomless cock nudged my slick lips apart. I was soaked (had been since the car ride over), so when he surged forward, he slid into the root in one brutal thrust.

I screamed into the couch cushion. He was huge, splitting me open, bottoming out against my cervix on the first stroke. My pussy clenched around the invasion, fluttering wildly.

Anthony groaned like a dying man. “Fuck, she’s tight. Gripping me like a fist.”

I expected Jason to lose it. To yell, shove his friend off me, something. Instead, I heard his zipper, the rustle of clothes. I turned my head, panting, and saw Jason standing there, stroking his own thick cock, eyes locked on where Anthony was already pounding into me with deep, wet slaps.

“That’s it,” Jason said, voice rough. “Fuck my slut good.”

Anthony’s hands dug bruises into my hips as he slammed in again and again, balls slapping my clit. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just took it while my pussy gushed around him.

Jason stepped in front of me, fisted my hair, and fed his cock between my lips. I opened eagerly, moaning around his familiar length as he started fucking my throat in time with Anthony’s thrusts. Spit ran down my chin, tears streaked my mascara, and I’d never been happier.

They used me like that for what felt like forever (Anthony’s massive dick ruining my pussy, Jason’s choking my throat) until Anthony’s rhythm stuttered.

“Gonna nut,” he growled.

Do it,” Jason ordered. “Fill her up.”

Anthony roared and buried himself deep. I felt every pulse as he flooded me (hot, thick ropes of cum painting my walls, so much it leaked out around his shaft and dripped down my thighs).

He pulled out with a wet sound, and I sagged, trying to catch my breath, pussy gaping and twitching. Cum oozed out of me in slow pulses.

I barely had a second before Jason grabbed my hips and shoved back in. The squelch was obscene (Anthony’s load lubricating the way), and Jason groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever felt.

“Fuck, that’s nasty,” he muttered, thrusting hard. “Sloppy seconds in my own girl’s cunt.”

I came right then, shrieking around nothing, pussy spasming as he pounded through the mess. Anthony knelt in front of me, cock still half-hard and shiny with our juices, and pushed into my mouth so I could taste us both.

Hours blurred. They flipped me onto my back on the coffee table, legs spread wide. Jason ate me out first (tongue lapping at the creamy mess leaking from my hole) while Anthony fucked my tits. Then Anthony ate me while Jason drilled my throat until I gagged.

They took turns in my pussy, one after the other, sometimes letting me ride them reverse cowgirl so the other could watch cum bubble out around the cock, splitting me open. Every time one of them came (and they came a lot), the next just pushed through the load and kept going.

By the third round, I was delirious, voice hoarse from screaming, body trembling. My pussy was swollen, puffy, utterly wrecked (lips red and glistening with their mixed loads). Cum coated my thighs, my stomach, my tits. It leaked out of me in thick rivers every time I moved.

Anthony came a final time with my ankles by my ears, roaring as he pumped what felt like a gallon straight into my womb. Jason followed right after, flipping me onto all fours and rutting like an animal until he added his last load.

I lost count of the creampies. Six? Seven? I sloshed when I moved.

Finally, they collapsed on either side of me on the couch, chests heaving, cocks softening against their thighs. I lay there between them, wrecked and dripping, feeling their cum seep out of me in slow pulses.

After a few minutes, I found the strength to sit up. My legs shook as I pulled my shorts back on (useless now, the crotch instantly soaked through with cum). I didn’t bother with the top; I just tucked my sticky tits back into it and grinned down at their spent bodies.

“Thanks for the hospitality, boys,” I said, voice raspy. “I needed that.”

Jason laughed and weakly lifted a fist for me to bump. Anthony just groaned something that might’ve been, “Come back tomorrow.”

I walked out bow-legged, feeling their loads shift inside me with every step. By the time I got to my car, cum was running down my inner thighs in thick streaks.

I drove home with the windows down, tasting them on my lips, pussy throbbing in the best way.

Two big black cocks thoroughly used and satisfied because of me?