Hetalia Gangbangs: The Bad Touch Trio
Antonio was, surprisingly, long and slender.
Gilbert was shorter, but what he lacked in length, he made up for in thickness.
Francis was, in a word, perfect.
And they were all for me.
But, of course, this was a competition, so I had to make it as difficult for them as possible. I removed my clothes at a teasingly slow rate.
Finally, Gilbert got impatient. He grabbed me by the shoulder and whipped my around to face him. In one movement, he ripped my bodice off with his bare hands. My breast bounced, happy to be out of their confinement. I didn't even have time to breathe before Gilbert's mouth latched onto my right nipple. He sucked it into a hard bud while his hand gripped my neglected breast so hard that I could feel his nails digging into my flesh.
I gasped when I felt cool slipperiness make contact with my ass. I looked over my shoulder and found that Antonio had slipped my riding shorts off and was coating my rear with an oil that I had perchased from and Indian trader. The man had said that this oil was only owned by cuncubines who preformed "special services". I grinned, finally understanding what he meant.
With Gilbert sucking off my breast and Antonio using his hand to spread the oil down my crack, Francis, finally, joined the game. Standing to my left, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, slamming his lips onto mine. His toungue lapped over my lips, demanding entrance, but I was too stubborn and refused. Little did I know that they had anticipated a rebellion.
Without warning, two fingers were shoved inside me. One, Antonio's, was in my ass and the other, Gilberts, was in my pussy. The surprise earned a gasp from me and Francis seized the opportunity, shoving his tongue down my throat. When my tongue tried to fight back, Francis let the boys know and they started thrusting their fingers in and out. I let them have their way in the end; I needed to save energy for the real battle.
After several minutes, they decided that I was ready.
Gilbert lay on the floor, his penis standing at attention. I crawled on top of him and stayed on my hands and knees. Antonio knelt down behind me and Francis pulled up a chair and sat in front of me.
He spread my ass crack wide open an pushed in. Between his slender anatomy and the oil that covered us both, his dick slid in easily with no pain, despite the fact that I had never taken anal before. It didn't take long for me to become comfortable with him inside.
Gilbert was next.
Once Antonio was settled in, Gilbert pulled me down onto his member. His thickness forced us to take it slowly and go inch by inch. Still, I got to his hilt and got used to him in no time.
Finally, it was Francis' turn.
His cock was just staring me in the face, begging to be sucked. Teasingly, I lapped over the tip for a few moments before spreading my lips and swallowing him.
All at once, we started moving. When I would go down on Gilbert, Antonio and Francis would pull own of me. When I went back up, they would bury themselves again.
It had not been that long and we were still going slow, but Francis was the first to cum, much to everyone's surprise. Of course, it was because I had cheated; once I found a vein on the under part of his "Eiffle Tower", I made sure that my tongue hit it with every stroke. He came with a grunt and I drank every last drop that he had. Exhausted, Francis sank back in his chair.
One down. Two to go.
Antonio and Gilbert must have known that I made things difficult for Francis, so they decided to pay me back.
Gilbert sat up, pushing me back onto Antonio's lap and my legs, reflexively, wrapped around Gilberts waist. As I was sandwished between them, they made their alternating strokes faster. When Antonio was in, Gilbert was out and visa versa. To be more difficult, Gilbert returned to sucking and gropping my breast while Antonio kissed and bit the back of my neck and shoulders.
At this rate, they were going to win. So, I had to step it up.
I clenched my ass around Antonio, squeezing his member. Everytime he grunted, I clenched harder. I clench until I squeezed every last drop out of him. I pushed myself closer to the edge in the process, but I still felt that I had the upper hand as a limp Antonio pulled out of me and collapsed.
I didn't have time to think before Gilbert rilled us over so that he was on top and spreading my legs wide. He smirked down at me, saying, "Just you an me, Fraulien." I couldn't even retort before he started thrusting at an incredible speed. H must have been saving his energy for this trumph card. His speed forced groans, cries, and batted breathes to from my mouth. I started to hang on for dear life.
"Cum for me."
"Come for me, Fraurlien."
"You can't make me."
Contrary to my words, I came… hard. Whiteness overtook my vision as my body rattled with pleasure. For a moment, I forgot who I was and where I was.
When I regained composure, I found that Gilbert was still thrusting; he had not cum yet… and he didn't cum until after I had two more orgasms. And when he came, another orgasm hit me hard.
Looks like the Bad Tough Trio won this round.