She relished the sensation of his spend splashing hotly onto her heated skin, where it cooled and formed a sticky puddle. Before he had finished, she craned her head to reach up, poked out her tongue, and just managed to catch the last few, salty drops. She let go of her breasts and reached out for his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and drew him closer.

Justin groaned again as he felt her tongue lap across his meatus as, not wanting to waste a drop of the precious elixir, her lips closed gently around him and she licked him clean. Then satisfied, she lay back and the two men watched as her fingers idled in the gluey residue on her breasts. Justin sat down on the bed beside her and Toby sat up on her other side just as she began to lick her sticky fingers clean.

"Natasha Fielding licking your spunk off her tits! I've died and gone to heaven!" Toby said.

Natasha laughed, relaxed and happy now.

Her voice was almost a whisper when she told him throatily, "You aren't half way there yet!"

"Trust her on that!" Justin added, thrusting his fingers back into her vagina and making her cry out in shock and delight.

Her right hand trembled slightly as she reached out and found Toby's semi flaccid sex, still sticky from its recent immersion in her as well as his own outpourings. As seductively as she knew how, she closed her fingers around it. It felt delicious in her grasp and after a few expert tugs, she felt it begin to throb back towards erection, while inside her own body, her need re-ignited and glowed warmly, just before she melted all over again under the assault of Justin's fingers.

All too quickly he withdrew them, and surprising her with the terseness of his tone he told her, "Turn over, Tash. Let's have you on your knees."

As if she were drunk with the unaccustomed desire to yield to his wishes and do everything asked of her, she manoeuvred herself into a kneeling position, resting her hands on top of the headboard to steady herself.

"Move down the bed a bit," Toby advised, his tone equally terse.

She released her hold and moved to the centre of the bed, where she waited patiently on all fours for whatever happened next.

In a more affable tone to address Justin, Toby said, "You first. You can open her up for me."

While Justin took up his position on the bed behind her, Toby came and knelt on the bed in front of her, using his hand to guide his now rampant phallus toward her pretty mouth. Unaware that at the same moment behind her Justin was smothering his cock in lube, she flicked her tongue over her lips before parting them, then accepted the unfamiliar, bulbous cock-head into the warm cavity of her mouth. He reached for her breast and began teasing the nipple just as he'd done before.

She flinched when Justin smeared the cold lube around her crinkled, anal star, and tensed at the thought of the imminent intrusion into her most private region. Unable to utter the protest which formed on her lips due to the throbbing wedge of flesh that was being eased further into her mouth and obliging her to take in more than ever before, she reminded herself that this was exactly what she had begged Justin to do to her, and set about relaxing - especially her anal muscles - to accommodate him. She felt his slippery glans prodding at her tightest hole, then his hands descended flatly upon her hindquarters with a slapping sound as he steadied himself, and then he thrust from his hips and pushed his rigid shaft straight in.

And all the while, Toby teased her nipple between finger and thumb, alternating gentle twirling motions with slightly harsher nipping and squeezing that had her groaning around his penis. And even as she relished the rod up her rectum and hollowed her cheeks to suck on the other cock, she delighted in her wickedness. God, she was filthy! she thought delightedly as she was ravished at both ends simultaneously. Gingerly she raised one hand to gently pull away the strands of her own hair that had somehow become entangled around Toby's shaft - the last thing she wanted was to gag - especially on her own hair so that she failed in the eyes of the two virile, and eminently more experienced, men.

"Keep your hands on the bed," Toby instructed, removing his own from her breast and grasping her head instead, using both hands on the back of it to hold it in place against his groin as he thrust into her mouth so forcefully that his swollen manhood was lodged in her throat. And so, to her shame, she did gag; there was nothing she could do to avoid it - it was almost as if he'd made her do it on purpose! But far from displeasing him, he laughed at her discomfiture, as did Justin as he rammed into her bottom hole with more vigour than he had ever done before.

They actually laughed! she thought with a strange mixture of horror and excitement, just before they groaned and both erupted at once in her respective openings, one sending spurts of salty hot emissions down her throat as if to choke her as he continued to hold her head in place, and the other one filling her arse to overflowing. And somehow the whole thing seemed more shockingly real because it was played out under the beam of Justin's spotlight.

Then they both pulled out of her at the same moment and she felt horribly used and degraded as without a word to her they swapped places, ignoring the spunk which dribbled from her mouth and her stretched little star. Yet she refused to move her hands and find the tissues, for no other reason than Toby had told her to keep her hands in place on the bed.

And then things took on an even more degrading tone - if that were possible - when the men also shunned the tissues, Justin snatching up a hank of her cashmere-soft hair to wipe himself clean while Toby wiped his cock clean on her naked buttocks.

So many emotions ran through her. She could hardly breathe for the lust that snagged in her throat, and she was so hot that she knew she was visibly burning red with humiliation. She felt so filthy she wanted to cry......except, she realised as Justin prised her mouth open and stuffed his cock right on in while Toby did likewise to her back passage, his thicker girth stretching her wider than even Justin's, it was not misery that moved her to tears which now glistened in her eyes, but incongruously it was out and out joy. All manner of warm tingles and throbbing sensations assailed her, and as her thoughts became more fragmented and febrile, she thought there must be something wrong with her because she had never felt as happy as she did then. And as the double ravishment continued, she had never felt more like a woman than she did then, not even when posing for top notch magazines.