Nightclubbing, Pt IV (House Party)

Read Pt III here 

The party is off the chain - a couple hundred people packed into a big house; liquor flowing, a keg, good music. And Hassan and Antony, holding court on the dance floor, chicks hanging off of their arms.

I have some chicks around me too, as usual. And I’m keeping up conversation with them, but my eyes keep going to my bros. Hassan is moving his hips against the big-titted brunette. He pulls her in and starts making out with her, and when they break apart he looks right at me. Winks.

Antony is grinding up on this blonde. I can tell he’s getting boned up from the way his pants are getting full in the crotch. He catches me looking and gives me a nod. My heart jolts.

“Have you been lifting weights a long time?” a woman with glasses says to me as she wraps her hands around my bicep.

“Since high school,” I say, glancing away from Antony for a moment and smiling at her.

“That’s so cool!” she says.

“Yeah…” I say, and look back to Antony, who has extricated himself from the blonde and is heading toward the staircase. He glances around - Hassan has disappeared - then he motions for me to follow him. 

“Excuse me,” I say to her, and follow Antony as he goes up the stairs. 

My bros have been using me in tandem for over a week now, and as I enter the dark upstairs hallway and see Antony waiting for me, I wonder what he has in mind. The unspoken rule seems to be that Antony can use me only as long as Hassan is around. But now Antony is motioning toward me conspiratorially, putting his finger to his lips for me to be quiet as we pass a bedroom where people are chattering with the door shut tight. We get to the bathroom and Antony opens the door and ushers me inside. He flips on the light and shuts the door. Locks it.

“Just need your pussy for a minute, bro, that chick’s got me so fuckin horned up,” he says and nearly slams my head into the sink as he pushes me over it. He yanks my pants down around my thighs and spits into his palm. He slaps his wet fingers against my hole and unbuckles his pants. I brace myself against the cold ceramic as he hauls out his hog and slaps it against his palm a couple times. He lines it up to my hole. I do my best to relax but it doesn’t matter: once he’s got the head next to my hole he grabs my hips tight and shoves it to the hilt. I lose my breath.

“Fuuuck,” Antony groans. “Hold it there, you fucking bitch, gimme that cunt,” he growls as he begins to thrust into me. My face is red and sweating, hole wrecked, and I’m hanging on for dear life as Antony rails me from behind, slapping nuts the only sound besides his raunchy mutterings. “Fuckin slut, take that raw dick, fuck…”

Someone knocks on the door. Antony ignores them at first but they keep banging at it. “Just a second!” Antony says and keeps fucking me, but they won’t be deterred. “Fuck it,” Antony says to me, and slides out. He gives my ass a hard slap as he pulls up his pants. “I’ll nut in you later, I guess.”

I keep my head down as I follow Antony out of the bathroom. The guy who was pounding at the door looks at us with his mouth open, but Antony just gives him a nod, looks almost proud of himself as he strides past him and down the hall. Even still, Antony has me wait at the top of the stairs until he gets down there, and again I think: he doesn’t want Hassan to know.

Hassan gives me this look when I get down there. Then Hassan glances at Antony who nervously takes a gulp of his beer. 

I try to play it cool. A new group of chicks come around and start flirting with me. But Hassan is over by the kitchen, standing in a corner and glaring at me in between sips of his drink. Finally, he motions to me. I excuse myself and follow him through the kitchen and out into the backyard. 

There’s a bunch of people around a fire pit. Hassan pulls me back toward the trees where it’s dark. “What’s up bro?” he says, aggressive and in my face. “Got that pussy fresh for me?” he asks, and shoves his hand down the back of my pants. He pushes his fingers into my hole, where Antony just had his cock.

“Did Antony just get his dick in you, bro?” Hassan asks as he fingers me in the dark. His mouth is right next to my ear and his tone is menacing. 

“Just for a minute,” I say. “He took me up to the bathroom…” Then the back door opens. It's Antony. He scans the backyard and sees us in the dark. Comes walking toward us. Hassan takes his fingers out of me and turns to face him. 

“What’s up?” Antony says when he gets close. 

“Not much bro what’s up with you?” Hassan says, getting into Antony’s face.

“Whoa back up, bro…” Antony says, but Hassan keeps moving toward him, forcing Antony to step back.

“You sneaking around behind my back?” Hassan says.

“Chill!” Antony says, holding up his hands defensively. 

“Chill?” Hassan says and it just devolves from there. Their voices get louder. People start to notice. “You want me to fucking chill? You fuckin chill!” Hassan is fully in Antony’s face and Antony pushes at him. All hell breaks loose. Fists fly. I step back as the crowd moves in, hungry for blood as my bros go at each other. Hassan gets Antony on the ground and they roll around, tearing at each other. Antony pins Hassan on his back and holds a fist up to his face. But then someone pulls Antony off. Hassan gets up and lunges toward Antony, but someone else grabs his arms and holds him back. They spit and curse.

But then it dissipates. Hassan shakes off the guy holding him back. The fight is broken up; the crowd starts to dissolve. Nobody knows that it was over me, over my pussy which up until they’ve shared without incident. 

Hassan has blood crusted on the corner of his mouth from where Antony landed a punch. Antony’s shirt is ripped. I call an Uber and the three of us pile inside, me in the middle of course. The ride is tense and silent as we head back to the loft, where we started the night. By the time we get there, though, they’re talking to each other again. Then apologizing.

“Sorry, bro. I just got so horny…” Antony explains.

“You don’t gotta tell me,” Hassan says, shaking his head as we take the elevator upstairs. “Sorry I fuckin freaked out so bad…”

We do a shot together. “There’s enough of this hot bitch to go around,” Hassan says. They’ve stripped me naked and are taking turns fingering me as I lean over the counter, muscle ass perched out. Their hard cocks are jutting out of their flies. 

“You know it bro,” Antony says in this soft way, and they start to make out as they each put a finger in me at the same time. 

They’re exhausted and drunk, so they have me ride their cocks as they sit side-by-side on the couch. I take turns, being sure not to give either of their rods preferential treatment. But it doesn’t seem to matter anymore. They’re making out and acting like I’m not even there as I buck on each of their cocks in turn.

“Fuckin hell man. Makes sense we would fight eventually, this pussy is so good it could make you crazy,” Hassan says as I ride him dutifully, sliding his thick rod in and out of my hole. 

“Goddamn right,” Antony says as I move over to him and impale myself on his dick. He leans over to make out with Hassan some more. “Best fuckin pussy I’ve ever had, bro.”

“We can work out a way to share it, bro,” Hassan says, jacking his cock as he watches Antony’s fat dick disappear into me again and again. “Bet we can even get our cocks in this pussy at the same time. What do you think?”

“Yeah bro!” Antony says and Hassan comes up behind me. He presses his thick rod up against where Antony’s is stretching out my clean, shaved hole and manages to get the head of it inside. 

“Fuck dude!” Antony says, his face over my shoulder, watching Hassan. “I can feel you throbbing against me.”

“Fuckin a, bro! Both of our thick rods splitting this slut open, your hard cock against mine…” Hassan says as he forces the rest of himself in me. I’m gasping for breath, stretched out beyond belief. Hassan and Antony move their faces together and make out, with me between them.

“Fuckin love you, bro. Me and you and this hot slut…” Antony says. 

“Cum with me, bro. Let’s seed this pussy together,” Antony says, and the two of them begin to fuck. I’m somewhere else entirely, filled to capacity and trying to hang on as the fuck gets even more intense. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I could take two cocks in me at once, but here I am. It’s a shock to realize that I’m as hard as they are.

“Fuck yeah bro, gonna cum!” Hassan says. I feel their cocks throb together, stretching my hole even wider as the two of them begin to blast inside me, their rods pulsing against one another and dumping two gallons of cum into my stretched-out pussy.

We pass out in bed together, Hassan on one side of me and Antony on the other. And we stay like that all night, sometimes with Antony holding me close, sometimes Hassan, and sometimes both of them, me sandwiched between their hard bodies. In the morning they’re both hard again, and as they lazily push up against me, cocks riding against my hole and taint, I know I’m about to spend the day getting used. And again I consider how it came to this, how I became a piece of property for my two best bros, a hole for them to use and abuse. I lift my legs up to allow them better access, and wonder if something so perfect could last.