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(My worse non-violent sexual experience)

I kneeled on the carpet for maybe a minute, listening to the sounds coming from Carl in the bathroom, and the slow, deep, regular breathing coming from Steve now asleep on the bed. I sat up, my shoulders aching a bit, then stood. My hips hurt, and there were raw places on my knees. My thighs felt cool and damp where my own moisture had run down my thighs, and there were tight -feeling places on my face and breasts where Steve's cum had dried there.
I looked around for my clothes so I could dress. I felt sticky, and wanted to wash up first. I went to the bathroom door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked. I tapped on the door. No answer. The water was running, and Carl wasn't going to hear me unless I knocked really hard. I suddenly felt lightheaded, and I decided to sit on the bed for a minute and wait for my turn in the bathroom.
Steve was dead asleep, and didn't even twitch when I curled up against his back to keep warm.
Carl parting my thighs to get better access to my pussy awakened me from a nice sexy dream. He had begun fingering me while I was asleep, and wanted to take it further. Barely awake, I moaned and dug my fingers into his hair as he slowly licked my pussy up and down, finding my clitoris, and vibrating it with his tongue. I raised my knees and tightened my grip in his hair, pulling his face tight into my pussy.
Steve rolled over in his sleep, muttering.
In an instant, Carl was up, pulling at my hand. He helped me stand up and led me to the bathroom. Still fuzzy from sleep and sex, I stumbled after him. He closed the bathroom door and flicked the lights on, blinding me. The light was typical bathroom light, glaring and unflattering. I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror for only an instant before I was turned back towards Carl. I looked awful and un-sexy, my hair matted on one side, shiny highlights from Steve's semen streaking my face and breasts.

Carl didn't seem to mind though. He put his hands on my hips and lifted me, sitting me on the cold sink counter. Putting my legs up and over his shoulders he resumed eating my pussy. I shivered from a combination of his tongue on my clitoris and the cold of the bathroom tile and the mirror as I leaned back to enjoy this as best as I could.
He reached up and began to caress my breasts with one hand, using his nails on my nipples, scratching them lightly. The other hand played with my pussy, his finger sliding in and out of me. I let myself be lost to the sensations, concentrating on his tongue on my pussy, the flicking sensation of his tongue on my clitoris again and again, his finger moving about inside me, my nipples tightening painfully from the stimulation of his nails. Soon I was rewarded by a nice shuddering orgasm. It wasn't the earthshaking event I had hoped for, but by now anything was an improvement. I moaned and sighed loudly for Carl's benefit as much as anything. I mean, I really wanted him to know I had orgasmed, and that it felt good, but I had hoped for more than a "firecracker orgasm" and I certainly wasn't going to try to explain to him my "Big O rating system". As far as he would ever know it was the best orgasm ever! (Sorry Carl, if you ever end up reading this, but oh well)
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling and his cock was hard again. Bowing to the inevitable, I led him to the shower.

Kneeling in the tub I sucked hard at him as he slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth. His hand gently massaged my nipples, squeezing my breast every time I did something with my mouth and tongue that particularly pleased him. His other hand was on my head, "helping" me suck him by moving my head back and forth in time with his thrusting cock.
He moved faster and faster in and out of my mouth as I sucked and tongued him. His breathing was becoming ragged and deeper as he neared orgasm.
"Uhhh" was the only warning I got as he suddenly shuddered and began jetting his cum into my mouth. I swallowed some, letting the rest run out onto by breasts as I sucked harder at him, massaging his testicles and stroking his cock, milking him. He finally took his hand off my head, turning the water off, then helping me to my to my feet.
The bathroom door opened and Steve stood there, leering at me standing naked in the bathroom, still soaking wet from the shower, covered in his friend's cum. He held up one of the condoms from my purse and without a word he took my hand and led me to the bed.
Pushing me onto my back, he played with my pussy to get me nice and wet, rubbing his cock over my pussy lips to help. Once he felt me begin to lubricate, he carefully he rolled the condom on. He put the head of his cock against my pussy, moving it up and down, pressing forward, until the head slipped into me, My gasp urged him on, and he began to push himself into me slowly, a little bit at a time. Soon I was getting fucked hard, my tits were moving around in little circles, up and down, back and forth, almost painfully flopping about from the force of his fucking. My feet were up high, ankles resting on Steve's shoulders as he pounded into me hard and fast. Carl sat in the chair in the corner of the room, drinking from a bottle from the mini-bar. Carl was getting drunk, and from the look of the empties on the nightstand, Steve had been drinking while I was sucking off Carl in the bathroom. Carl's face was getting redder and redder as he fucked me. I realized that as drunk as he was, he might have some trouble coming again.
I brought my right leg down and across, twisting my hips to the left, exposing my ass to him. I moved to this position thinking a little change might help him.
He began to play with my ass, rubbing and pinching it, even playing with my anus a little. He fucked me hard and fast, but he couldn't come.
He stopped to rest for a minute, then pulled out of me.
"Com'ere, I got an idea" he slurred.
He led me to the French window leading out to the 1oth floor balcony. The night air was warm, and I could hear the waves at the beach across the highway, There was a small chaise lounge on the balcony. He had me kneel on it, looking out at the dark ocean, as he began to fuck me from behind, pounding hard.
"Almost... almost... I'm gonna cum soon..." He let out a strangle cry and suddenly he pulled out of me and I felt hot cum spray onto my ass and all the way up to my shoulders.
Surprised I turned to see him standing there his head thrown back, his eyes scrunched shut, the condom in one hand, his other hand stroking himself as he continued to pump out semen onto my upraised ass.
I realized with relief he had pulled out of me to remove the condom before he came.
Exhausted, he almost fell over. He staggered back into the room to disappeared into the bath. I sighed and curled up on my side, waiting for my turn in the bath. I dozed off only to be awakened a long time later by Carl playing with my pussy again, he had some sort of weird thing about waking me up my playing with me. My body responded to his touch, and as soon as I was wet, he put on a condom from my purse and began to fuck me again.
He fucked me for a while, then shivered, and pulled out. Without a word he went back into the room. I went back to sleep.
Around dawn I was awakened by Steve standing over me. He was slowly stroking himself, staring down at me. He offered his still slightly soft cock to my mouth. I licked him, taking the tip into my mouth, sucking and licking it lightly. He pulled away and came, just a little bit, onto my breasts.
He walked away, and I went back to sleep.

"Senorita?" A woman's voice.
My eyes went wide instantly. A stout woman in a housekeeper's uniform was standing in the door to the balcony, holding my purse and my clothes. I looked around. It was daylight, and no, this was not "it must be 6 am" daylight, but more like "Oh my God it must be almost noon" daylight.
I sat up. I hurt everywhere, my pussy was raw and sore, my lips were bruised, and I was a total mess, covered in sweat and dried cum, my hair must have been beyond disaster. I grabbed my clothes from the unblinking woman and dressed, shorts, T-shirt, and sandals. My panties went into the purse.
I peeked into my purse. Checkbook, credit cards, driver's license, cell phone, lipstick, makeup, keys and my cash were all there. The only thing missing were the condoms. I had started with two packages of ]3 condoms each. I remembered using three. As I moved slowly and painfully into the room, I looked into the trashcan by the bed. There was some ordinary trash, and several empty mini-bar bottles of Jack Daniel’s, six torn condom wrappers and six used condoms.
As I staggered out of the room, I saw all of Carl's and Steves possesions were gone.