Chapter 14
My boyfriend gently pushed my head toward the other cock. I didn't know it yet. Didn't know its taste, its weight, its texture. But it didn't matter. I opened my mouth and sucked it without any resistance or hesitation, like a slut, like an animal that just wanted more.
I sucked that cock with a hunger that scared me. Hot, thick, throbbing. My mouth worked hard, my tongue swirled around the head, I drooled uncontrollably, my eyes glazed over on both of them. I switched between one and the other, going from mouth to mouth, tasting one while the other still dripped from my tongue. I felt dirty. I felt used. And I'd never cum so hard just from sucking.
My tits were so sensitive that every brush of a finger, a palm, skin against skin made my body arch. I wanted hands on them, mouths, bites. I wanted both of them inside me — now. One fucking me while I sucked the other. I wanted to be ridden, torn open, fucked hard, no gentleness.
I'd turned into an animal. A bitch in heat. A pleasure object moaning between two men.
And I didn't want to stop.
They slapped their cocks on my face, one on each side, laughing, moaning, begging for more. I licked the heads, drooled on them, trying, crazy, to stuff both in my mouth at once. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but I only thought about gorging on them. I wanted to get filthy from those men. I wanted to cum on them, with them, for them. There was no more guilt. Just lust. Lust and hunger.
"You sit down,"
I ordered, my voice hoarse, dirty, almost unrecognizable.
The two of them stopped for a second. They looked at me. Even I was surprised by the tone. The visitor obeyed without a word, his eyes lit up with lust, sitting on the couch like he'd been waiting for it his whole life. His hand didn't stop, stroking rhythmically while he stared at me with that look of a man ready to fuck me with his body and his eyes.
"Excuse me,"
I whispered, climbing over him.
I mounted him slowly, throwing one leg on each side of his hips, without taking my eyes off his face. My body was on fire, my thighs trembled with anticipation, my pussy throbbed open, hot, dripping. I grabbed his cock with one hand — hot, thick, pulsing, the head shining with lube and his own strokes. I pressed it against me. The head rubbed my pussy lips and almost took my breath away.
I sank down.
Slowly.
His cock started to slide in, and my whole body shuddered. The feeling was insane — a perfect invasion. He was thicker than he looked, and when the head pushed through, spreading my hot flesh, I let out a muffled scream. The air rushed out like my orgasm had started right there.
I almost came.
The fullness was total. I felt his cock slip inside me, inch by inch, stretching, rubbing deep, hitting every spot that made me lose my mind. I trembled on top of him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my mouth half-open, feeling everything.
"Fuck...,"
he murmured, his hands gripping my waist.
"You're so fucking hot inside."
And I was. With my body burning up, my heart pounding out of rhythm and my mind already lost in the middle of all those sensations, I rode that man with a hunger that made me unrecognizable, feeling his cock rub every sensitive part of my insides, each thrust making me shake, each moan escaping him fueling my wildness even more. My hips ground with precision, like they were guided by an instinct that wasn't mine anymore, and my pussy clenched so tight it pulled dirty words from him, dragged-out compliments, honest groans from a man who was being devoured.
My tits, completely exposed, were sucked with violence. Mouth and teeth alternated between tenderness and dominance, licking and biting, sucking hard while hands marked my skin, holding firm, like my nipples were their only source of pleasure. With every thrust of mine, I felt my skin pulled taut, my whole body responding in waves, and an orgasm threatened to take me any second, building inside me like a storm that just needed one strong breath to break me wide open.
That's when I felt my boyfriend's hands behind me, sliding down my back until they reached my ass. He spread me slowly, with that dirty care that only someone who knows how uses, and my body reacted right away. I'd always loved that. That specific attention, that affection loaded with bad intentions. When he ran his finger down the crack of my ass, the shiver was instant, but what put me on edge was the precision of his movements, like he already knew exactly what he wanted to do.
I didn't need to ask. The confirmation came when I felt something cooler and slicker being spread at the entrance to my ass. Lube. He was getting me ready. The tip of his finger slid in easy, already used to it, already craving it, and entered slowly, firmly, stretching me inch by inch while I still rode the other one, like my body was being split into sensations that crossed, added up, intensified with every move. The invasion was slow, careful, but determined, and I knew it wouldn't be just fingers for long.
He made me stop, gripping my hips hard, keeping me from continuing the crazy ride I'd been on. My body still begged for more, but he pushed me forward, throwing me against the visitor, making me lie on his chest, my hands slipping on the sweat built up, my face pressed to his neck while I felt my ass lift up, offered, spread, wide open. Still with his cock buried in my pussy, hot, deep, pulsing, leaving me throbbing, I felt my insides vibrate with desire, screaming for more, begging for motion, for rhythm, for brutality. My legs shook, my belly burned, and my mouth gasped dirty smiles of a pleasure that was sweaty, filthy, no longer human — it was pure instinct.
I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see. I wanted to feel.
And I felt.
The head of my boyfriend's cock rubbing my back entrance, hot, firm, determined. The skin already lubed up, sliding against something that, even used to it, always clenched at the first touch. The pressure built and my body responded. The pain came, familiar, the kind that makes your face scrunch up, your muscles tense, your jaw bite your own shoulder. It wasn't just any pain — it was that delicious pain that comes before the pleasure, the edge between discomfort and ecstasy. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, like he was invading me with the whole world. He opened me with patience and cruelty, knowing exactly how to leave me vulnerable, still, completely at his mercy.
And I moved. Even in the discomfort, even in the pain, I ground back against him, pushed myself onto him, accepted it all, pulled with my hips, wanting more, wanting the impossible, wanting to be split wide open. And I was. At some point — impossible to say when — both were inside me. One in front, buried to the hilt, and the other behind, filling the tightest, smallest space. The heat spread through my body like a fever. My senses blurred, my breath caught, my muscles trembled. There was nothing but skin, sweat, moans, and two cocks fucking me at the same time like they wanted to break me in two.
"Let's go slow, okay?"
I heard his voice from behind, panting, almost a warning.
But the "slow" didn't last long. The rhythm picked up quick, and I felt both of them moving, alternating, thrusting in sync, opening me like they wanted to undo me. Each push was an explosion of sensations, a mix of pleasure and desperation, of wanting more and not being able to take any more. I moaned loud, drooled on the shoulder of the guy under me, shook, cursed, begged, pleaded without knowing why. My legs gave out, my arms quit holding me up, and still I threw myself against them, seeking the center of the pain, the depths of the cum.
My tits bounced between their bodies, sensitive to the air, the hands, the bites that came without warning. The feeling of being completely filled, both of them in me, running through me, using me, stuffing me, was bigger than anything I'd ever felt. It was dirty, it was brutal, it was freeing. And I came.
I came in a way I didn't know was possible, my whole body spasming, nails digging into whoever was close, the scream stuck in my throat and my holes clenching around both cocks at once. My pussy and ass pulsed, squeezed, swallowed both men like they were part of me, and they groaned loud, fucking me harder, like they were gonna cum together.
And cumming was what they were about to do.
My boyfriend buried himself all the way and let out a rough roar when he came inside me, back there, hot, spilling everything like he wanted to mark me. The other one right after, his body tense, dug his hands into my hips and sank into my pussy, hot cum shooting inside me hard, intense, with anger and pleasure.
I felt it. I felt everything. I felt the cum leaking inside, from the front and the back, hot, thick, filling me, dirtying me deep like my body was a defiled altar.
I lay there, limp, fucked out, full.
And completely satisfied, grateful to my boyfriend for encouraging my fantasies.
The End