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The air in the room crackled with anticipation, thick and heavy as Vince, Randy, and I stood, our gazes locked. A silent question hung between us, a palpable tension that hummed beneath the surface. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet.

Breaking the silence, I finally voiced the thought that was undoubtedly on all our minds, my voice a little breathless. "So," I began, looking from Vince's intense eyes to Randy's knowing smirk, "are we starting this together, a threesome right from the get-go? Or," I paused, a mischievous glint in my eye, "are you two planning to take me on one at a time? And if it's one at a time, will it be privately, or will the other be able to watch?" The words hung in the air, a direct challenge, an invitation to explore the very edges of our desires.

A beat passed, the anticipation almost unbearable. Then, Randy's smirk widened, and Vince's eyes deepened. Vince was the first to speak, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "We're going to tease you to get you ready for us, " he stated, his gaze unwavering, "then we’re going to share you."

Randy stepped forward, his hand lightly brushing my arm, sending a jolt through me. "But yes," he added, his voice a husky whisper, "it'll start as one at a time. I'm going first." He paused, his thumb tracing a path up my arm, "And as for watching... that'll be up to the other." The unspoken possibilities stretched before us, vast and thrilling, now with a clear, tantalizing direction.

As their words settled, a primal urge surged through me. My hands, almost of their own accord, began to explore the hard planes of their bodies, tracing the contours of muscle and bone beneath their clothes. Simultaneously, their hands found me, their touch a searing exploration across my skin. I leaned in, kissing them deeply, tasting the thrill of anticipation on their lips, as their mouths found mine, and their hands continued their delicious assault, caressing, pinching, and biting my nipples, sending shivers of pure pleasure through me. A sharp gasp escaped my throat as Randy's thumb circled one peak, then squeezed, while Vince's fingers brushed over the other, sending sparks through my core.

With a shared glance, they began to strip, their movements fluid and deliberate. Randy, his eyes burning with desire, ripped my oversized shirt from my body, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound. His mouth descended on mine, a hungry kiss, as his fingers found my nipples, pinching them hard, eliciting a choked gasp. "God, yes!" I whimpered, my back arching. Behind me, I felt Vince's presence, his breath warm on my neck. A moment later, his fingers slid into my pussy, a gentle yet probing invasion. "Oh, you're more than ready," he murmured, his voice husky with approval, confirming the delicious wetness he found there. "So wet, just for us. Dripping for us."

Randy lifted me effortlessly, pushing me back against the cool wall. Without a moment's hesitation, he shoved his hard dick into me, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he found his mark, filling me to the hilt. "Fuck, you're tight!" he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. He began to thrust, slowly at first, a deep, rhythmic motion that sent waves of raw, exquisite pleasure through my core. "Feel that? This is just the beginning of what we'll do to you." I could only whimper, "Mmm, Randy... yes!" my hips instinctively meeting his thrusts, begging for more. His free hand found my breast, thumbing my already swollen nipple, twisting it gently. The pace quickened, his movements becoming more forceful, driving me against the wall with each powerful stroke, grinding our bodies together. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me you want more of this dick. Tell me what a good girl you are." I gasped, "More! Oh, God, yes!" We climaxed - a series of explosive climaxes that shook my entire body -  my legs trembling, and each time, he filled me with his hot, thick cum, leaving me dripping and wanting.

Finally, Randy pulled out, a wet, sucking sound, stepping to the side, his chest heaving, his dick still glistening. Vince was there instantly, his eyes dark with hunger, taking my hand and leading me to the couch. He bent me over the plush cushions, spreading my legs wide, exposing me completely. With a powerful, unhesitating thrust, he pushed his thick dick into my pussy from behind, burying himself deep inside. "Ah, fuck!" he groaned, his voice raw. He slammed into me, a relentless, primal rhythm that left me breathless and gasping. "That's it, baby," he grunted, "take all of me. Let me fill you. You're so hot." I gasped, "Oh, Vince... yes!” He continued to pound into me for what felt like an eternity, driving me deeper into the couch with each thrust, stretching me to my limits. His hands found my breasts, expertly pinching and rolling my nipples, making me cry out. "You're so tight," he breathed, his voice strained, "so perfect. I can feel every inch of you gripping me." I arched my back, desperate for more, my hips bucking against his, "Don't stop, please, don't stop! Faster!" We climaxed a few more times, the room echoing with our guttural cries, and he too, filled me with his cum flooding my pussy. He eventually pulled out, a slow, deliberate withdrawal that left me aching, helped me to my feet, and with a shared, knowing look, we moved upstairs.

We arrived in my room, the soft lamplight casting long shadows, hinting at the delicious darkness to come. Vince settled into the large armchair, his eyes never leaving mine, burning with anticipation. I straddled him, my body already humming with a renewed, insatiable desire. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto his hard, throbbing dick, a long, drawn-out moan escaping my lips as I felt him stretch and fill me completely. "Oh, God," I whispered, my voice thick with pleasure, "that's incredible. You feel so good, so deep!"

Beside us, Randy slicked a generous amount of lube onto his own dick, his gaze fixed on me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. With a soft grunt, he pushed into my ass from behind, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat as I felt the intense stretch, then the glorious fullness. "Randy!" I moaned his name, a mix of delicious pain and exquisite pleasure. He leaned forward, his hands finding my nipples, hand pinched making me writhe. "You're so greedy, aren't you?" he purred against my ear. I began to ride Vince's dick, a slow, grinding motion, my hips swirling, as Randy started to thrust his dick in and out of my ass, a steady, powerful rhythm that hammered into me. "Fuck, you feel so good," Vince groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, urging me on. "Harder, baby, ride me harder! Take all of me! Show me how much you want it!" I whimpered, my head thrown back, a desperate sound escaping my lips, as Randy's thrusts intensified, pushing me deeper onto Vince. "God, yes! Don't stop! Please!" My nipples were aching, swollen from the constant attention, and I could feel the delicious pressure building with each thrust, each groan, each breath. We fell into a primal rhythm, a symphony of moans and gasps, climaxing often, our bodies shaking with pleasure. Each time, they both filled me, their hot, heavy cum a delicious invasion, pooling deep inside.

Finally, Randy pulled out with a soft pop, his breath ragged, his dick slick. "That was just a warm-up," he chuckled, his eyes glinting with a promise of more. I slowly climbed off Vince, his dick sliding out of me with a wet, sucking sound, leaving me throbbing and empty. "Ready for the next round?" Vince asked, his eyes gleaming with a possessive heat, pulling me closer for a quick, searing kiss. "More than ready," I panted, my body tingling, aching for their touch. We moved to the bed.

Randy laid down on his back, his dick already hard and waiting, pointing straight up. I straddled him, a familiar wave of pleasure washing over me as I slowly, deliciously, lowered myself onto his dick, feeling it slide into my wet pussy, filling me completely. "Mmm, that's it," Randy breathed, his hands coming up to cup my ass, pulling me down tighter onto his length. "Just like that. You feel so good wrapped around me, so fucking tight." Vince, ever the attentive one, lubed his dick, then positioned himself behind me. With a firm, deliberate push, he entered my ass, eliciting another sharp gasp from me as I felt the glorious stretch and then the deep, satisfying fullness. "Mmmm, so good," he whispered, his voice a low growl, his hips already beginning to move. "Such a tight little ass, perfect for me. Let me pound you." He reached around, his fingers finding my breasts, expertly pinching and twisting my nipples, making me gasp and buck. I began to ride Randy's dick, my hips moving in a steady circle, grinding against him, as Vince pumped his dick in and out of my ass, a relentless, driving force that pushed me further onto Randy. "You're amazing," Randy muttered, his voice strained with pleasure, his fingers digging into my hips. "So fucking good. I could stay like this all night, buried deep inside you." Vince grunted, his breath hot on my neck, "No rest for the wicked, is there, sweetheart? We're just getting started. Take it all." I cried out, caught between the two of them, my body stretched to its limits, "Oh, yes! Don't stop, please!" We climaxed, a powerful, simultaneous cum that left us all breathless and shaking, and again, they both came deep inside me, filling me to overflowing. Vince eventually pulled out, a slow, lingering withdrawal, and I slowly climbed off Randy, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, ready for the next delicious moment.

The night stretched before us, a canvas for our shared desires. From the plush carpet of the living room to the cool surface of the kitchen counter, and even the smooth, polished wood of the dining table, Randy and Vince continued to share me, their bodies hot and demanding. Each horizontal surface became a new stage for our escalating passion, a testament to their insatiable hunger and our boundless pleasure, until the first hint of dawn painted the sky.

As the morning light began to filter through the curtains, a sense of contented exhaustion settled over us. Randy, still breathing heavily, finally pushed himself off me. "I think it's time for a shower," he rasped, giving my ass a squeeze before heading towards the bathroom. Vince, his eyes still heavy-lidded with desire, pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Looks like it's just you and me for a bit, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips finding my neck. He rolled us over, pulling me on top of him, and with a lazy grin, he slid his hard dick back into my pussy. "Let's make the most of this private moment." I moaned, settling onto him, feeling his dick once more, as he began to thrust slowly, possessively, his fingers teasing my nipples, making them ache with renewed sensitivity. "Mmm, yes," I whispered, burying my face in his neck, "just us. Fill me up, Vince." We spent a delicious amount of time in this intimate embrace, his rhythm deep and unhurried, until the sound of Randy emerging from the shower signaled the end of our private interlude. Vince came so hard in me, a final, shuddering release.

"My turn," Randy announced, his voice refreshed, as Vince reluctantly pulled out of me with a soft sigh. "Don't worry," Vince chuckled, giving my ass a playful slap as he stood, "I'll be back." He headed for the shower, leaving me with Randy. Randy wasted no time, pulling me onto his lap, his freshly clean skin a stark contrast to my still-sweaty body. He immediately found my pussy with his fingers, teasing me until I was squirming. "Miss me?" he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "So much," I breathed, arching into his touch. He then guided his still-hard dick into me, and we resumed our dance, his thrusts powerful and deep, his hands roving over my body, pinching and sucking my nipples until I cried out. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure, "all mine." I whimpered, my hips grinding against him, as the sounds of Vince showering filled the background. We continued until Vince emerged, refreshed and ready for the day. We climaxed hard and Randy came in me.

They shared me several more times before they had to leave, their hunger for me seemingly endless. As they were thrusting in and out of me, they admired the bruises and bite marks they left on my breasts and nipples, their fingers tracing the reddened skin, a proud testament to our night of abandon. "You wear our marks well," Vince had purred, his lips brushing my ear. "Every single one," Randy added, his grip firm on my hip.

Later, as they were getting dressed, a comfortable silence hung in the air, punctuated by the rustle of clothes. Randy turned to me, a playful glint in his eye. "Well, that was quite the night, wasn't it?" he said, pulling on his shirt. "I've got a date planned for us tonight. Thought you might enjoy another round." He winked, and a thrill shot through me, already anticipating what fresh pleasures the evening would bring. Vince simply smiled, a knowing, satisfied look on his face, as they prepared to leave, leaving me with the lingering scent of their bodies and the promise of more.