With lightning speed, the ghoul's leather-clad hands swiftly seize hold of my hips and he graciously assists me in shifting my groin against his pulsating cock. He forcefully drives into my mouth, almost knocking me off balance, engaging in a fervent struggle with my tongue nestled within the confines of my mouth. A delicate caress of fingers tracing a path along my abdomen evokes a sensation that spreads throughout my entire body. Gradually, they venture beneath the fabric of my panties, prompting a sudden rush of wetness between my folds. The deliberate pressure applied to my sensitive clit by these mysterious touch-points threatens to push me over the edge into an instantaneous and powerful climax.
I pause my interaction with the stranger to notice Hancock by our side, his hand positioned between us as we kiss, tantalizing my aching pussy. In his other hand, he holds his cock, subtly moving it within its sheath.
As I eagerly fumble between us, I unfasten what's necessary to liberate the other man's swollen cock from his slacks. He appears starved for relief, perhaps having gone without such an opportunity for some time. He doesn't exactly scream approachable. He's grunting with impatience as he shuffles in spot to slide his trousers down his legs.
His cock springs up from between his thighs, shimmering with silver droplets of pre-cum. He's slightly smaller than Hancock, yet notably thicker. Similar to the rest of his body, the skin on his cock is browned and rubbery. The temptation to slam my hips down on him and have him fill me up is overwhelming, but I refrain in order to prolong the pleasure.
In a fluid movement, I direct my arm to the right to secure Hancock in my grip. His cock is solid and unyielding and, just like the stranger, it's coated with a shiny film of pre-cum. I caress his shaft with practiced finesse, my hand glides skillfully up and down his entire length, applying delicate pressure to the sensitive tip every time I reach it. Simultaneously, I exploit the slickness and heat of my own arousal to seamlessly slide up and down the eager cock of the unfamiliar man, heightening the intensity of his desperation.
The deep rumbles of pleasure emanating from both men are sufficient to reduce any sound-minded wastelander to a feral beast. Both men alternate between rolling their eyes and chewing at their lips, heads lolled back in a mixture of drunkenness and pleasure, indulging in the feeling of my teasing. I feel Hancock buck his hips in a ravenous attempt to feel more stimulated - and, suddenly, my teasing movements no longer seem fair.
Moving away from the ghoul's embrace, I eagerly approach my companion, filled with a strong desire to savor the taste of his drooling pre-cum. As he shuffles back, his shoulders finding support against the arm of the spacious couch, he entwines his fingers in my disheveled ponytail. He nimbly guides my mouth downwards to envelop his cock. With a slow and deliberate motion, I move my tongue smoothly over the underside of his tip, playfully flicking it for a few seconds (mainly to relish the taste of his seeping arousal) before diving down to engulf him inside my throat.
Without delay, he employs his firm grasp on my hair to match the movement of my head simultaneously with the purposeful bucks of his hips. Deliberately, I take him deep into my throat, allowing my mouth to become filled with viscous saliva for him to make use of.
Meanwhile, I detect the movement of the stranger as he shifts positions behind me. I am situated in the space between Hancock's legs, leaning forward - affording the ghoul an unobstructed view peering out from beneath my tiny skirt. I hear something thud on the floor to the side of us and presume that it's an item of clothing, but I'm too wrapped up in Hancock to pay much mind.I match my partner's desperate movements. Applying just the right amount of suction and tongue movement inside my mouth to send rattles of pleasure heaving out from his mouth. At times, I extend my tongue outwards from the confines of my lower lip to tenderly lick at his swollen balls.
Abruptly, I feel the sudden sensation of rough fingers, cold to the touch, forcefully seize my hips. Even just grabbing me like this, the stranger applies enough pressure to my flesh to create lasting marks. Now bare, his hands search beneath my skirt, urgently seeking out the edge of my panties and proceeding to tear them from me with ease. I feel the night air sting my cunt and I hum around Hancock's member at just the anticipation of finally feeling something inside me.I hear the stranger gruffly moan too, at the sight of my bare pussy. I can feel hot liquid, aching desperation, drooling from my eager hole. The ghoul's bony fingers firmly grasp both sides of my exposed cheeks, spreading them apart, to greedily plunge his face between them. His tongue meticulously delves into my folds. The way he is devouring me, as though he has been deprived of any sustenance, only serves to confirm my suspicions that this opportunity may not have presented itself to him recently.
His voracious tongue explores every inch of me, stopping only to flick at my aching clit, before retreating to my entrance where he pushes his tongue into me as deep as possible. In a brief moment of distraction, my focus wavers and I collide nose-first into Hancock's groin, his cock squeezing deeper down my gullet as I do. I release a cry of pleasure that is somewhat tempered by the cock in my throat. However, I imagine the oscillations of satisfaction resonating within me must feel delightful around him.
"That's it, baby... does that feel good?"
With a gentle nudge, Hancock offers his encouragement by raising my chin ever so slightly, ensuring that our eyes meet once again amidst the intimate intrusion of the stranger's tongue. I muster a brief moment of self-possession, only to have it shattered when the ghoul maneuvers his mouth upwards, tracing a delicate circle around my pink, exposed arsehole.
Sensitively skirting the edges before delving in, he vigorously thrusts his tongue into my hole, mimicking the fervent thrusts he delivered to my pussy. While maintaining his hold on my soft flesh with one hand to keep my arse spread, his other hand descends towards my cunt, where he firmly pushes two fingers deep inside me. As a result of my significant arousal, they easily slide inside me. He expertly coordinates the movement of his fingers and his tongue in perfect synchronization.
It's almost immediately that I feel the familiar build of orgasm deep within my belly. Recognizing the absolute necessity to vocalize my rapture, I finally retract my mouth from my companion's cock to release a screech that seems otherworldly. Hancock persists in holding my head steady, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him. His cock twitches, sodden with my saliva.
"I bet his tongue feels good, doesn't it, dollface? Are you going to cum for us?"
He grips the base of his spit-covered cock with his spare hand to slap it against my face repeatedly - aware that I'm too predisposed to take him back in my mouth, right now. My pussy begins to clench around the stranger's fingers as the shockwave of pleasure takes over my entire body. The ghoul's firm grip on the flesh of my backside is all that's keeping my body from collapsing.
"You like having two old ghouls just using your soft little body, huh?" With a lustful gaze, Hancock coos in delight. He bites hard at his lip while he revels in the sight of his dripping cock bouncing off my face, my expression twisted and my eyes swirling in ecstasy. I'm almost certain that I feel the stranger huff a small laugh at Hancock's remark, leading him to subtly move away from me as he recognizes that my intense climax has come to an end.
"You gonna let me get in on some of that?" The ghoul drawls, referencing Hancock's incessant slapping against my blushing cheeks and swollen lips.
"She's a well-trained little smoothskin, ain't she?" Sitting back on the sofa, his erection achingly solid between his thighs, he takes it upon himself to lead the situation now. I can sense his satisfaction from the small smirk that curled on his lips - knowing that he's already bought me to orgasm using his tongue and fingers alone.
With only a taste of teasing so far, he's growing increasingly impatient, desperate for a heightened sense of stimulation around his cock. Employing his knee with a swift and deliberate motion, he shoves me down onto the carpeted floor, effectively distancing me from Hancock's member. I fall with a thud onto my knees but immediately regain composure, positioning myself in front of the stranger - eye level with his cock. Commandingly, he grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging me towards him in a manner that echoes the actions of Hancock just a short time earlier.
With my mouth wrapped around him, I quickly pinpoint two distinct and unfamiliar characteristics. The impressive length of Hancock makes a striking impression, however, he's slender enough to glide easily into my gullet, in the deepest confines of my throat. In comparison, I am struck by the considerable weight and girth of the stranger's cock. His sheer bulk puts a strain on my jaw, requiring me to open my mouth much wider to accommodate his size. I'm relieved, however, that I can still touch my lips to the very root of his shaft, as he is not quite as elongated as the ghoul with whom I am more intimately acquainted.
Secondly, his pre-cum has a curious flavor - there's a sour note to it that I've never encountered with any other human, nor Hancock, before this point. It briefly crosses my mind whether he could very likely be a pre-war ghoul. He might be well past two centuries old and heavily exposed to radiation.
Like precise machinery, Hancock appears to anticipate my thoughts. I sense his proximity so I withdraw from the stranger, ready to attend to Hancock once more. He tucks a small tablet inside my cheek with his thumb before thrusting back into my mouth - most likely rad-x. Something about that concept (having to medicate just to be safe from their cum) triggers a visceral response within me, causing my excitement to exude from between my thighs as I squirm in place.
"Is that pretty little pussy gettin' ready to cum again?"
The stranger's drawl is soft and comforting, prompting me to lean back into his lap again. Indecision grips me as I find myself torn between desires for each man's intimacy. The men lightly tussle over me, their fingers tangled in my hair as they take turns guiding me from one to the other. A heady mix of arousal and alcohol renders my mind hazy, while the realization that I am being used as an object further blurs my ability to think straight. Surrendering to this experience, I allow myself to be shifted from one man to the next, savoring the distinct flavor of each of them.
Neither of them seem to notice my inability to speak, happily taking advantage of my mouth for their satisfaction. They each buck their hips ravenously into my throat until a grunt escapes from deep within their chest, threatening to cross the brink of orgasm, and so halting to allow the other man to have his time between my expert lips. I flick my eyes between each of their hungry gazes, as drool spills down my chin, running past the men's cocks and coating both of their balls with slobber.
By this point, my wetness has made the inside of my thighs slick and a tiny puddle of silver has formed between my knees. While I continue to pleasure the stranger's manhood with my mouth, Hancock stands up and effortlessly lifts my small frame to place me over the arm of the chair. I readjust my technique, so caught up in the ghoul's rumbling groans as I work his cock that I barely even notice Hancock moving me.
That quickly changes when my companion pushes his hard length between my folds with one smooth movement. The sensation of fullness against my inner walls makes me lift my mouth from the stranger to call out, tears of joy filling the corners of my eyes and threatening to spill down my face. Selfishly, he doesn't allow me to savor the moment for long, ushering my lips back onto his arousal once more - while Hancock commences a steady and rhythmic motion of his hips against my backside.
The position that he's placed me in over the arm of the sofa means that he's pressing against my G-spot perfectly with every thrust - this man knows my body so well. His solid tip nudging against that sweet spot leaves me battling to not be thrown straight back into another ability to suck the other man's cock all but disappears as my lover determinedly slides in and out of my cunt, my juices fill the quiet room with a delightful squelch as they spill out around him. Unperplexed by the fact that I've collapsed on his lap, the ghoul still bucks clumsily into my unresponsive mouth, slipping inside my cheeks instead of my throat but appreciating the grip around his cock, regardless.
My mindlessness reaches its peak when Hancock attentively parts my cheeks once more. In between his deep strokes, he utilizes his thumb to apply pressure against my other hole until it gently pops inside me. Partially, Hancock took notice of the stranger fucking my arse with his tongue - how profoundly I had reached my climax - and was filled with desire to achieve the same outcome himself.
It works. My eyes roll back into my skull as an intense wave of orgasm rolls over my body for the second time. My entire body convulses; something that my other partner is sure to also make use of, with his cock still embraced by my saliva-filled mouth. Noticing my trembling body, he too reaches towards Hancock's intentional strokes and assists him by holding open the other side of my fleshy backside, allowing Hancock to press his thumb into me even deeper.
I feel worryingly like I might pass out. I teeter on the edge of consciousness as my body writhes with orgasm. I'm confident that at least one of the men in my company would be gentlemanly enough to discontinue - should that happen. Happily, though, the stars in my eyes slowly lift and I'm greeted by the musty smell of the stranger's duster jacket and the sensation of dampness around my face and hair from my own thick drool.
"Messy little thing, aren't ya darling?"
The stranger chuckles. He shuffles his body further towards my backside to also press a slender finger into my arsehole, alongside Hancock's thumb. They exchange a brief and knowing glance. Now that reality has started to reform, I can observe this subtle interaction enough to understand the notion of what they may be thinking. My heart flutters. An unfamiliar mixture of excitement and fear.
I tentatively shuffle off the arm of the sofa when I feel Hancock retract his cock from me. The skin looks shiny and raw from fucking. I'm completely disoriented with no concept of how much time has elapsed since we've been here. My mind is consumed entirely by a combination of chems and pure bliss, leaving no space for anything else at this moment.