Dad goes first. He’s thick, veiny, already glistening with spit and the last load one of his friends left inside me. He doesn’t ease in. He lines that fat head up against my stretched, puffy rim and drives the whole thing home in one hard thrust. The air leaves my lungs in a broken moan. My hole burns and flutters around him as he bottoms out, balls pressed tight against my ass.

“That’s it, take it,” he growls, and starts fucking me like he hates me. Deep, punishing strokes that shove me up the bed every time his hips slap against my cheeks. I can feel every ridge, every thick inch dragging over my prostate. My eyes water. My mouth hangs open. I just lie there and take it like a bitch while the other two watch and stroke their massive black cocks.

One of them—Marcus—leans over and spits right on my hole while Dad is still buried in me. The warm spit slides down around Dad’s shaft. Marcus grins, dark eyes locked on my face.

“Look at that pretty white boy hole swallowing dick. Gonna ruin you tonight.”

Dad pulls out with a wet sound and immediately Marcus is pushing in. He’s thicker. Longer. The stretch is vicious. My rim burns as that huge black cock forces its way inside, inch after thick inch until his hips are flush against me and I can feel him pulsing deep in my guts. He doesn’t give me a second. He just starts railing me, hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every thrust knocks the air out of me. My prostate is getting hammered so relentlessly that my cock is jerking and spilling precum all over my stomach without anyone touching it.

I can only lie there, legs spread, hole open, taking it.

The third one—Darnell—grabs my ankles and folds me even tighter while Marcus keeps fucking. Darnell’s cock is the biggest of the three, heavy and dark, the head already leaking. He waits until Marcus pulls out with a filthy pop, then immediately stuffs himself into the loose, messy hole they left behind. The stretch is brutal. I cry out, high and broken, as that massive cock sinks all the way in. My hole is stretched wide around him, shiny and red, gripping every thick inch.

They keep switching. Dad. Marcus. Darnell. Over and over. Sometimes two of them spit-roast me—one cock buried in my ass while the other feeds me the one that just came out of my hole, making me taste myself. I gag and drool and still open my mouth wider for more. My hole never gets a break. Every time one of them pulls out, another thick black cock is already pushing in, using the cum and spit as lube, stretching me wider, fucking me deeper.

I’m a mess. Sweat-slick, trembling, hole gaping and clenching around nothing for the half-second between cocks. My balls are drawn up tight. My cock keeps twitching and leaking. I’m nothing but a warm, wet hole for them to use.

Darnell is the one who finally fills me the deepest. He folds me in half, pins my wrists above my head, and pounds into me so hard the bedframe knocks the wall. Every thrust punches a broken little sound out of me. I can feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I can feel every thick vein dragging over my prostate. When he finally comes he grinds in deep and floods me, hot and thick, pulse after pulse until it’s leaking out around his cock.

He pulls out and Marcus immediately takes his place, shoving back into the messy, cum-filled hole and fucking the load deeper. Dad is next, then Marcus again, then Darnell. They keep going until my hole is soft and open and dripping, until I can’t even clench anymore, until I’m just lying there shaking and taking every rough thrust like the cock-hungry bitch they turned me into.