She had a mouthful of cum, half of which she swallowed but the other half spewed out of her mouth and onto Simon’s belly. She laughed, then licked the pool that had gathered in his navel, slurping like a k** at an ice cream cone. She was lying there, gasping, when Sandro pushed into her from behind, filling her cunt until his balls were slapping against her pussy. She rose up and leaned on her fists, then looked up to see Marco in front of her, stroking his cock, his eyes wide, trying to hold on, not to cum yet, not until he had been in her, in anywhere.

Aurora licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, motioned to Marco and took him into her mouth, still sticky with Simon’s semen. Marco was larger than Simon, larger than Sandro, but he had no control and was cumming almost as soon as her lips had closed over his apple sized head. Aurora paid no attention, sucking him and swallowing, then continuing to suck, keeping him hard. After a few minutes he and Sandro changed positions and when she felt Marco stretch her pussy she knew what the argument concerning size was all about. Never again would she doubt anyone who said it didn’t matter; it did, but technique, to Aurora it was all, and in that department young Marco, for all his good looks and physique, was sorely lacking. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of him in her pussy.

In a few minutes she was glad that his large cock was stretching her cunt because Sandro was getting her asshole lubricated with gel. Better him than Marco, she thought. It surprised her, though, that instead of Marco pulling out of her pussy he kept pounding at her while Sandro held his cock to her rosebud and fed it into her. Aurora thought she might explode, or be torn in half, but instead she kept feeling fuller and fuller as both men fucked her.

Never had she felt like this, her body filled with male flesh, her mind reeling with thoughts of what was happening. Suddenly she realized that Simon was at the foot of the bed, a camera in his hands, snapping still pictures rapidly as she was pummeled from both ends, her hair flailing around her beautiful face, her pendulous tits swaying. When she looked into the lens her eyes were glazed with lust and abandon.

As dawn broke Aurora lay on the bed, on her side, Marco behind her, his thick cock having eventually eased its way into her asshole, the final sex act for them both. He was limp now, and everyone was totally exhausted.

Simon was at the computer, uploading the pictures of the night’s activities, and Sandro was in the shower. The room reeked with sex, her female aroma mingled with the pungent scent of semen and sweat. Aurora tried to estimate how many orgasms she had had, which was the best, the longest, and how many times her pussy had been filled with cum, and her ass, and how many times she had so much cum in her mouth that it ran down her chin, splashing on her tits and belly. Her neck was caked with it, it was in her hair, with long stripes flaking on her back. Her nipples ached from being sucked so long and so hard, her clit was numb, her pussy lips puffy and red, her cunt was throbbing with each heartbeat.