"Don't tap out on me now, darling," Oliver said with a wicked grin. "I'm almost ready for round two."
He climbed off the bed and made his way toward the bathroom. Charlie closed her eyes and listened as the water ran behind the closed door. She thought she heard the sound of his voice and, thinking he must be talking to himself, let herself fall asleep.
***
Charlie woke again to Oliver taking off her shirt and bra. She whimpered as she felt him licking and pinching her nipples. He put his hand back between her legs, alternately rubbing her clit and slipping her fingers inside her.
"Still so wet," he murmured. "Do you want my cock again, darling?"
When Charlie felt a tongue against her clit it took her a moment to realize there was still a tongue against her nipple. She opened her eyes with a start and was horrified to see a complete stranger sucking and tweaking her nipples while Oliver licked her pussy.
"What the-who are you?" Charlie could barely get the words out. She tried to wriggle away but her body wasn't cooperating.
"Relax, gorgeous," the stranger said, kissing her neck and earlobe. "I'm Jack."
Charlie suddenly remembered what Oliver had said about bringing a friend.
"I could tell how much you wanted two cocks when you let me play with your arsehole," Oliver said, grinning at her from between her legs. "Don't pretend you don't want both your holes filled."
"No, I-"
Jack kissed her hard on the mouth just then, cutting her off, while Oliver continued licking her clit. Charlie realized they were both stroking their cocks.
"Don't worry, darling, we'll do all the work," Oliver said. "You just lie back and enjoy it."
As they fondled and teased her Charlie had a difficult time convincing herself she wasn't enjoying it. It felt wrong for two strangers to be touching her like this, but part of her liked the sensation of being used and having so many hands and mouths all over her body. It didn't hurt that Jack, dark-haired and a little taller than Oliver, was just as handsome as his friend.
Oliver began fingering her harder and Charlie knew it wouldn't be long before she came. Jack seemed to notice her breathing quickening and sat up and climbed up onto her chest, straddling her face.
"I want to feel you moan on my cock," he said as he brushed her hair out of her face. He pulled her mouth open and slid his cock inside, muttering "fuck" as he thrust in and out.
Charlie lay there as Jack fucked her mouth, thankful he was at least being gentle. She could feel his cock growing along with her orgasm as Oliver's mouth pushed her over the edge. Jack's cock moved deeper down her throat as she moaned.
"Let's switch," Oliver said suddenly. "You've got to feel how tight she is."
Oliver and Jack swapped places, the former sliding his cock into Charlie's still open mouth while the latter pushed his inside her pussy. Charlie hadn't realized until now but Jack's cock must have been at least an inch longer and around than Oliver's.
"Fuck, she is tight," Jack said, groaning as he fucked her.
Oliver's cock wasn't stretching her mouth as much as Jack's had but she was still having trouble not gagging, especially since he seemed determined to get as deep into her as he could.
"I told you, mate," he said to Jack, holding Charlie's head in place by her hair with one and groping her tits with the other. "Wait 'til you feel her arsehole."
Alarmed, Charlie tried to object but was held firmly in place, her body's only movements caused by the cocks plunging in and out of her.
Oliver pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her gasping, a stream of spit falling from her lips. He reached over to the table next to the bed and picked up what appeared to be a small glass of water.
"Here you go, darling, drink this," he said, handing it to her. Jack stopped fucking her for a moment to let her drink.
Charlie, who hadn't had any water all night, downed the glass in one go - realizing a split second too late that she'd been given not water but vodka.
"That's a girl," Oliver said, setting the empty glass back down as Charlie sputtered. "You want to keep the party going, don't you?"
The vodka hit Charlie hard and quick. Her head spun as she fell back onto the bed, limp, and barely registered it when the men flipped her onto her stomach. Oliver stood next to the bed and pulled her over so her head was hanging off of it, making it easier to fuck her mouth once more, while Jack slid his cock into her pussy as she lay prone. Moments later he put his thumb into her asshole, pushing deeper until it disappeared from view. He fucked her ass with his thumb for a bit, Charlie involuntarily moving back against, wanting to feel it deeper inside her. After swirling it around to try to stretch her out, Jack pulled his thumb out and replacing it with the head of his cock.
Charlie groaned against Oliver cock, unable to cry out.