I lay on the pool tiles, my breathing was still heavy and shallow. I thought it was over, but Marcus adjusted his stance, his muscles rippling under the dim pool lights as he signaled the producer with a sharp nod.
"She's stretched and ready," he grunted. He reached down, gripping my ankles and shoving my knees back toward my shoulders. It left me completely open, exposing both my pussy and my butthole. Marcus positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy, while the producer moved behind me, pressing his own cock against my anus.
I groaned and gave a long moan. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh! Fuck!" My eyes went wide. "Wait—aaahhh! Both? Oh god, yes! Fill me up! Aaahhh!" I shrieked.
Marcus slammed his cock back into my pussy at the same moment the producer began the slow, heavy process of grinding his way into my tight butthole. The dual sensation was immense. I felt the thick mass of Marcus's cock pounding inside me in the front, while the producer's member forced its way deeper, inch by inch, into the back. The thin wall of skin between the two holes stretched until it was transparent. My big boobs were bouncing up and down with every violent impact.
"Fuck, you're so tight behind!" the producer growled. He reached back and slapped my butt with a loud, stinging crack. "Do you like that, slut? Do you like getting your ass slapped while we fill your holes with these cocks?"
"Yes! Oh god, slap it harder! I love it! Fuck me!" I screamed, my voice echoing across the water.
The men began a synchronized, piston-like rhythm, their cocks sliding in and out of my body. My boobs continued bouncing up and down uncontrollably. The assistant director knelt by my head, his eyes wide like an animal. He used his thumb to rub my clit in fast, firm circles while guiding his cock into my mouth. I sucked on his shaft, tasting the pre-cum, as Marcus and the producer continued pounding inside me.
"Swap positions!" Marcus barked, not wanting to lose the momentum.
They didn't stop the friction for long. Marcus pulled out of my pussy and the assistant director pulled out of my mouth. The assistant director moved to my waist and shoved his cock into my pussy while Marcus moved to my head and shoved his cock into my mouth. The producer stayed in my butthole, pounding inside me really, really hard. He was the heaviest of the three, and every thrust pushed my body forward on the tiles.
"How does that feel, Layla?" the assistant director panted, slamming his cock in and out of my pussy. "You like the change? You like having a different cock stretching you out?"
"I love it! Fuck my pussy! Give me more!" I thrashed my head, my pinkish-brown nipples were wet from the producer's saliva.
The producer reached down and slapped my butt again, even harder than before. The sound was sharp. "You're a dirty bitch, aren't you? Taking cocks in every hole."
"Yes! I'm your bitch! Fuck me harder!"
Then they switched again. The producer pulled out of my butthole and Marcus moved from my mouth to take his place. The assistant director stayed in my pussy. Now Marcus was pounding inside my butthole while the assistant director was in my pussy. The producer stood over my face and shoved his cock into my mouth. I swallowed the length of the producer's cock while the other two men hammered away at my lower holes.
The producer was pounding inside my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat, while the others were pounding inside my pussy and butthole. The rhythm was fast and punishing. They were hitting me really hard. My pussy and butthole were red and stretched wide from the constant rotation of their cocks. The producer grabbed my hair, tilting my head back. "Look at us, Layla. Look at our wide eyes. We're using you like an animal."
I looked up and saw their eyes like wide animals, glazed and predatory. They were focused entirely on their cocks moving in and out of my body. The producer let go of my hair and slapped my butt once more, a series of hard, rhythmic slaps that kept time with Marcus's thrusts into my ass. The stinging skin only made me wetter.
"Suck it, Layla! Take every inch of this cock while they ruin your holes!" the producer commanded.
Marcus and the assistant director thrust with maximum force. My big boobs bounced so hard they hit my chest with a slapping sound. Every hole was being occupied and stretched. They switched again, moving in a cycle. Each man took a turn pounding inside me really hard in every hole.
"My turn for the pussy again," the producer said, pulling out of my mouth and shoving the assistant director aside. He slammed his large cock into my pussy with a force that made me gasp. He was pounding inside me really really hard, hitting my cervix with every stroke. Marcus stayed in my butthole, and the assistant director took over my mouth.
"Fuck, you're so wet," the producer hissed, his wide eyes locked on mine as he moved in and out. "Tell me you want my cum inside you. Tell me you want us to fill your holes."
"Fill me! Oh god, yes! Put your cum in me! All of you! Fuck both my holes!" I shrieked, my internal muscles clenching down in violent, uncontrollable spasms.
The friction was explosive. I felt the build-up in my clit and my chest. Marcus grabbed my waist, his cock hitting me deep in the back, while the producer's cock bottomed out in my pussy. The assistant director's cock was deep in my throat, vibrating with his own looming liquid.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck me! Aaahhh!" I screamed as a massive orgasm rolled through my body.
The men responded to my release. Marcus buried his cock in my butthole and released his cum. The producer shoved his cock deep into my pussy and flooded me with cum. The assistant director pulled his cock out of my mouth and sprayed his cum across my face and my large, bouncing boobs, coating my pinkish-brown nipples in thick white fluid.
I collapsed on the deck, my pussy and butthole remaining open and dripping with a mixture of juices and cum. As the men stood up and caught their breath, I saw Ava standing a few feet away. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of horror and fascination as she stared at the mess on the tiles.