0 comments/ 13543 views/ 4 favorites Hostel By: Hostel Matan watched her expressions as his friend had his way with her. She was seldom still, her body constantly shifting slightly, neck stretching, hips twisting, stomach muscles undulating. It was erotic to watch and in no time, he couldn't resist joining in again. Slowly letting go of her hands, he nudged her other knee open as well. Damian sent him a grin across her thigh as he saw what his friend was doing. They could both smell her, the musky scent of arousal. It had been in the air since they'd started, but now that her legs were truly opened up, it was heady. Matan started his kisses on the inside of her thigh by her knee. Slowly, with nips and sucks he moved up, trailing his fingertips in their wake. He felt her shift slightly, this time in preparation of resistance as she became aware of what exactly was taking place. Reaching up with one hand, without slowing his progress, he skimmed his palm across her nipple. The unexpected contact caused her body to tense in anticipation and that was when he went down on her. Damian was immediately laying by her side, his mouth on hers and a hand on her breast and one leg hooked around the thigh with the tattoo. She cried out into his mouth whimpering and moaning as Matan worked his magic. "Hold on there, Ren. We've barely started," Damian murmured into her ear. She opened her eyes to skewer him with a disbelieving look, but they immediately rolled back as Matan took her clit lightly between his teeth. One of her hands went down to the back of his head, holding him there as her hips rocked up to his mouth again and again. With her other, she grabbed Damian's head and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Damian removed his hands from her body just long enough to strip out of his shirt. Back to kissing her, he reached over and pulled Matan's shirt forward to his head. Matan stopped just long enough to shed the piece of clothing before repositioning himself between her legs. Then he pulled her knees up onto his shoulders and set to work once again. Damian reached around the back of her legs, to find the sopping hole his friend was working on. Matan obligingly returned to her clit, locking his lips around it and sucking. Renea cried out into Damian's mouth and his slipped first one finger, then two into her. He pumped them in and out a couple of times then curled them forward. Her muscles began to convulse around his fingers and he pulled back before the orgasm reached her. Taking a cue, Matan too backed off to just lightly lapping at her bud. A cry of frustration escaped Renea and she bit roughly at Damian's bottom lip and tried to grind her hips up into Matan's mouth. Damian pulled back from the kiss licking his lip to be sure it wasn't bleeding. "He told you," Matan said pulling back from the junction of her legs, "we've only just begun." He rubbed the inside of her thigh with his cheek while locking gazes with her. Her breath hitched on a whimper at the look. Damian's hand went to her clit teasing it just enough to keep her quivering on the edge as he continued to kiss her now mewling lips. "Though I think you're ready for us," he said. "I know I am," Matan agreed. His hand was already undoing his jeans. "Keep her there, Damian, and I'll be with you in a sec." Damian laughed. "No problem." He slid his whole hand over her so that his fingers delved into her opening once again. They cut forward and stroked right over her g-spot again as the heel of his hand simultaneously pressed on her clit. Her hips twisted and her head went back on a ragged moan. Renea's whole body was tingling. Even her teeth felt as though they had a vibrator in them and when she did manage to open her eyes they weren't focusing. And Damian kept her there. When she reached down instinctively to try and finish herself off her hand was knocked none-too-gently away. She heard clothing drop to the floor then Matan's voice said, "I'll take her." Damian's hands and mouth left her body and she was hauled up and forward till she found herself lying on top of a very naked Matan. "Hey there, Gorgeous," he said taking hold of her ass and pulling her up the length of his erection. It drug along the hypersensitive skin between her legs and she shuddered, closing her eyes again. His body felt heavenly, though granted in the state she was in, he could have been fat, old and saggy and she wouldn't have cared. But he wasn't, and the ease of which his lifted her up to settle her straddling his hips put her into such trembling awe, that she barely noticed it as he started to enter her. She jerked, her eyes widening and glanced up into his. "That's good," he groaned. "Don't look away!" he said sharply when she started to advert her eyes. Renea did her best to obey, bracing her hands on his shoulders, her body shuddering for every fraction of an inch he slipped further into her. He locked her gaze as he did so, sliding his hands up her sides and to her breasts. He molded the soft tissue there, playing with the nipples as he rocked his hips against hers. If she started to close her eyes or look away he pinched them roughly, bringing their gazes back together. Behind her Damian had shed his own pants and boxers. Straddling Matan's legs behind Renea, he ran a hand around to where the other two were joined. Having held her on the edge of an orgasm for so long, there was no shortage of juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. Grazing her clit lightly on the way, he scooped some with his fingers. Then, pushing between her shoulder blades, he forced her forward till she was lying flat on Matan, with him still inside of her. Matan wrapped his arms around her, making sure she couldn't move. With some twisting of his hips, he kept the friction going as his friend went to work on her other hole. They'd expected her resistance at this stage, which was why Matan had taken the bottom and wrapped her with steel arms. What they didn't expect was the speed of her reaction the instant Damian spread her nether cheeks revealing her ass hole. She cried out, jerked, twisted and tried to get her feet under herself. Had Damian been the one holding her, she may have gotten away, but Matan pinned her firmly to his chest with one arm and grabbed her hair with the other hand. "Trust us, Renea," he murmured into her ear. Damian, too, leaned over her back, rubbing himself up and down her crack, spreading her juices and whispering reassurances. "Shit, you guys! Shit, shit, shit," she said, but each one had less and less enthusiasm to it. Damian coated a finger again, this time he took his time in doing so, playing with her as Matan rocked his hips. In no time at all she was moaning into Matan's mouth again. Damian brought the slick finger around back and eased it into her ass. One went in surprisingly easily and he bottomed out on his middle finger. He slid it up and down against Matan's member inside of her. The thin wall of tissue that separated the two channels may as well have not even been there. Matan's thrusting increased and Damian inserted two fingers. He wiggled his unoccupied hand back between the two thrusting bodies and directed its attention to Renea's clit as his other hand proceeded with three fingers. Renea whimpered and actually thrust back against Damian's fingers. "That's my girl," he whispered in her ear as she kissed Matan. "Just relax it and we'll all be able to get off together." He ran his tongue around the inside of her ear pulling another half whimper half moan from her. Withdrawing his fingers, Damian positioned himself behind her, straddling Matan's thighs. He pushed down on her lower back, causing her hips roll up, giving him easier access. Then he pushed in with a groan. Renea pulled back from kissing Matan to lock gazes with the stronger man as Damian entered her. Matan could feel his friend's member sliding up alongside his own and her widening gaze told him that Renea felt it every inch of the way as well. He grinned and nipped at her bottom lip. "You are so, hot, Renea." He started to thrust again and Damian joined in. Together they got a rhythm going that had Renea squirming all over again. Trapped between the two men, she was completely at their mercy and they knew it. Matan, putting a palm on either of her breasts pushed her up so that she had to brace herself on his shoulders once again. He worked each breast so that only when the thrusts of their bodies swung them forward did they tips of the nipples brush his palms. She tried to lean further forward, but Damian grabbed her hair and twisted her head back and to the side into a crushing kiss. Unable to see Matan's hands, each time her nipples were brushed was an electric surprise. Damian's other hand was planted on the bed beside them and she could feel his stomach, chest and his own nipples rubbing against her back and ass as they rocked. Matan couldn't resist the swinging pendulums in front of his face any more. Rising up on an elbow, he captured one with his mouth and kept it there by sucking. Renea squirmed and gasped into Damian's mouth. Both men were too focused to find amusement in her reactions anymore. Instead, the squirming caused them to pick up pace which in turn caused Matan to have to increase the suction on her areole to keep it from being pulled from his possession. Using his other hand he found the much abused clit. He knew that despite their normal abilities, he and Damian weren't going to last long and there was no way he was going to let her get left behind. As soon as he touched it, her hips tilted down to press hard on his fingers as they rocked. The movement pulled his member out of her further and she rocked her hips back on a moan of frustration to keep him in. Damian released Renea's mouth just long enough to gasp, "Use your fist," before he went back to nipping, sucking, tonging, and thrusting with a vengeance. Matan did so, pushing his fist at the junction of their bodies so that her pelvic bones ground down on his knuckles. She rocked hard with a groan, causing Matan to lose her breast. Instead he latched onto her neck as she and Damian kissed with open mouths and searching tongues and she rode them and his hand up over the edge. Her convulsing body and contracting muscles of both the vagina and ass insured that the two men weren't far behind her and nearly as one the three were wracked with orgasms that left them blinded, gasping, and crying out. A mass of writhing and shuddering flesh was all that occupied the top bunk of the bed at that time. All humane thoughts had left.