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her eyes, it would help.
    She arched her back and rolled her hips, and let herself gasp a little louder as the tip of his cock hit close to her G-spot. Not right on, but close. Close enough.
    Then she felt a palm on her side, running up her ribs to cup her full, swaying breast. Wait a second. There were already two hands on her waist, holding her in place. The extra hand gripped her boob, too hard, groping and fumbling awkwardly.
    What the fuck?  
    The hand roamed over her back and down her spine to explore her ass. Jamie turned her head, craning to see who else was in bed with her. She was too drunk to panic, and this seemed like consensual sex anyway. But… two guys? Hell no. The hand slipped up her back and over her shoulder, then back under to grope her tit again. It was a pudgy, hairy hand, short fingers, greedy fingers. Strong, clumsy fingers.
    She peered dizzily behind her and saw, yes, another man. This one was the polar opposite of the guy beneath her. Short, stocky, a bit of a belly around the middle, a mat of hair on his chest, small, beady eyes and wet, thick lips. Watery, bloodshot brown eyes, moon-face features. Way, way not her type. And he was on his knees behind her. Was he…? He wasn’t. No. No….
    Yes, he was.  
    The moon-faced second guy was on his knees behind her, gripping his short, thick, uncircumcised penis in his hand and stroking it along the crease of her ass.
    Um, no.
    She croaked, but couldn’t get words to come out. She was close to coming, which wasn’t helping matters, but having moon-face behind her ostensibly preparing to anally penetrate her was one hell of a turn off.  
    She croaked again, trying to get the “fuck no you aren’t doing that” out past her lips, but it wasn’t working.
    Then Moon-face spoke. “Are you ready for Big Ben?” As he said this, he gestured with his penis, probing her ass-crack with the tip of his cock.
    That got her powers of speech working. “Big Ben? Did you just refer to your penis as… ‘Big Ben’?”
    The guy beneath her choked back a laugh. Jamie felt an orgasm quavering within her, absurdly, impossibly timed. She couldn’t stop her body’s rolling rhythm now. Couldn’t.
    Moon-face—whose name was probably Ben…she seemed to hazily remember meeting a Ben…and a Brad—hesitated, licked his lips, assessing whether she thought this was funny and/or hot.
    “Yes?” He said, his tone of voice lost between a statement and a question.
    Jamie, coming now, couldn’t quite express her disbelief. “Are you—oh god, oh god—are you fucking serious? Big Ben? Does that make the rest of you—oh god, yes—Little Ben?”
    The guy beneath her laughed out loud, now, and then groaned as he came. Jamie didn’t feel the hot rush of seed when he spasmed, so he was wearing a condom, thank god.  
    Jamie felt something hot and hard probing her ass again.
    “No, asshole.” She threw herself clumsily off the guy beneath her, away from the probing nastiness of Big Ben/Little Ben. “And I also mean that literally. No asshole. Not for you. Not for anyone. Not ever.”
    Jamie may have been…experienced, sexually, but she drew the line at anal. Not gonna happen. Especially not like this. Not with him.
    Ben shrugged, his face pouting comically. “Um…okay, then.”  
    Jamie was overcome by a rush of dizziness, and lay back in the bed, palm over her eyes.
    “So…can you at least help me out, here?” Ben asked. “You can’t leave me hanging like this.”
    Jamie squinted at him, feeling floppy and disconnected from herself, severed from reality. She was beginning to come down a little, and she found herself not caring about anything, especially now that her virgin little asshole was safe from probing.
    Ben was lying down next to her, not too close, thankfully. The bed they were all three in was big, king-sized, probably. Good thing, too. Jamie watched her hand reach out, wondering what it was doing.  
    Oh, that.
    Her hand fisted around Ben’s