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Story itself:

Sarah had the apartment to herself most Fridays. Donald worked late shifts at the warehouse, but tonight his buddy Larry was over to watch the game. The three of them had been friends since high school—Donald and Larry played football together back then, and Sarah started dating Donald right after graduation. Beers were cracked open, pizza boxes littered the coffee table, and the TV blared commentary while the guys yelled at bad calls.
Sarah lounged on the couch between them in her usual Friday outfit: loose tank top, no bra, yoga pants that rode up her thighs. She wasn’t trying to start anything, just comfortable. The game got boring in the third quarter. Donald grabbed another round from the fridge. When he came back, he plopped down closer to Sarah, his hand landing casually on her knee.
“Man, this game’s trash,” Larry said, stretching his arms. He was built thicker than Donald—broad shoulders, a little belly from too many beers over the years. Sarah always thought he had a nice smile.
“Yeah, fuck it,” Donald muttered. He leaned over and kissed Sarah’s neck, the kind of lazy kiss that usually led nowhere. But tonight his hand slid higher up her thigh.
Sarah laughed softly. “You two are buzzed already?”
“Maybe,” Donald said against her skin. “Larry’s been staring at your tits all night.”
Larry snorted. “Bullshit. She’s just in the way of the screen.”
Sarah rolled her eyes but felt the shift. The air got thicker. She turned to Donald. “You trying to start something?”
He grinned. “What if I am?”
Larry stayed quiet, watching. Sarah felt bold from the beer. She reached over and rubbed Donald through his jeans. He was already half-hard. “You gonna share or what?”
Donald looked at Larry. “You down, man? Been talking about this shit for years.”
Larry swallowed. “Fuck yeah. If she’s cool.”
Sarah stood up, peeled off her tank top. Her tits bounced free—full C-cups, nipples already stiff from the AC and the attention. “Living room or bedroom?”
“Here,” Donald said. “Couch is fine.”
They didn’t waste time. Sarah knelt between them on the carpet. Donald unzipped first. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, about seven inches. Sarah wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow. Larry fumbled with his belt, then pulled out his own dick. Bigger than Donald’s, heavier, uncut. Sarah’s eyes widened a little.
“Damn,” she said. “You been hiding that?”
Larry chuckled nervously. “Guess so.”
She took turns sucking them. First Donald—wet slurps, tongue flat along the underside. Then Larry—his foreskin pulled back, salty taste hitting her tongue. The guys groaned, heads back against the cushions. Sarah’s pussy throbbed; she could feel herself getting wet through the yoga pants.
Donald reached down, tugged her pants off. No panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy. He slid two fingers in while she sucked Larry. She moaned around the cock in her mouth.
“Get on the couch,” Donald said.
Sarah climbed up, ass in the air. Donald knelt behind her, rubbed his cock along her slit, then pushed in. She gasped—always a stretch at first. He started thrusting, steady rhythm, balls slapping her clit.
Larry watched, stroking himself. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Come here,” Sarah panted. “I want both.”
Larry moved in front. She sucked him while Donald fucked her from behind. The sounds filled the room: wet smacks, heavy breathing, the TV still droning in the background. Sarah’s hair stuck to her face with sweat.
After a few minutes Donald pulled out. “Switch?”
Larry nodded. He took Donald’s place. His thicker cock stretched her more. Sarah whimpered, pushing back. Donald stepped around front, fed her his dick. She tasted herself on him—musky, tangy.
The guys locked eyes over her back. Donald smirked. “You wanna try?”
Larry hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Been curious.”
Sarah pulled off Donald’s cock. “Do it. I wanna see.”
Larry eased out of her pussy. Donald turned around, bent over the couch arm. Sarah watched, heart pounding, as Larry spit on his hand, slicked his cock, then pressed the head against Donald’s ass.
Donald grunted. “Slow, man.”
Larry pushed in inch by inch. Donald’s face tightened, then relaxed. “Fuck… yeah.”
Sarah fingered herself watching them. Larry started thrusting—short strokes at first, then deeper. Donald stroked his own cock, moaning low.
“Goddamn,” Sarah whispered. She crawled under Donald, sucked his balls while Larry fucked him.
The pace picked up. Skin slapped skin. Sweat dripped. Larry gripped Donald’s hips hard. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” Donald groaned.
Sarah sat back, legs spread. “Cum on me. Both of you.”
Larry pulled out first. Donald turned around. They stroked fast over her—tits, stomach, face. Sarah opened her mouth.
Larry came first—thick ropes hitting her cheek, lips, tongue. Donald followed seconds later, shooting across her tits, some landing on her chin. Cum dripped down her neck, warm and sticky.
They collapsed, breathing hard. Sarah wiped her face with the back of her hand, laughing. “Jesus. That was intense.”
Donald grabbed a napkin from the pizza box, passed it to her. “Yeah. Good thing the game’s over.”
Larry pulled his pants up, still half-hard. “We doing this again?”
Sarah smirked, cum still glistening on her skin. “Next Friday work?”
The oven timer beeped from the kitchen—forgotten garlic bread. Reality crashed back in. Sarah stood, wobbly, grabbed her tank top. “Someone turn that off before we burn the place down.”
The guys laughed. Normal life waited. But the air still smelled like sex, beer, and pizza. None of them minded.