Chapter 14

My boyfriend gently pushed my head toward the other cock. I didn’t know him yet. Didn’t know his taste, his weight, his texture. But it didn’t matter. I opened my mouth and sucked him in without any resistance or hesitation, like a slut, like an animal that just wanted more.

I sucked that dick 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 back and forth, going from one mouth to the other, tasting one while the flavor of the other still lingered on my tongue. I felt dirty. I felt used. And I’d never cum so hard just from sucking dick.

My tits were so sensitive that every brush of a finger, a palm, a bit of skin made my body arch. I wanted hands on them, mouths, bites. I wanted both of them inside me — right now. One fucking me while I sucked the other. I wanted to be ridden, torn open, pounded hard, no gentleness.

I’d turned into an animal. A bitch in heat. A pleasure toy moaning between two guys.

And I didn’t want to stop.

They slapped their cocks on my face, one on each side, laughing, groaning, begging for more. I licked the heads, drooled on them, desperate, trying to stuff both in my mouth at once. My jaw ached, my throat burned, but all I could think about was gorging on them. I wanted to get filthy from those men. I wanted to cum on them, with them, for them. No more guilt. Just raw lust. Lust and hunger.

“Sit down,” I ordered, my voice hoarse, dirty, almost unrecognizable.

They both froze for a second. Stared at me. Even I was surprised by the tone. The stranger obeyed without a word, his eyes lit up with horniness, sinking into the couch like he’d been waiting for this his whole life. His hand didn’t stop, stroking steady while he stared at me with that look of a man ready to devour me with his body and his eyes.

“Excuse me,” I whispered, climbing over him.

I straddled him slow, swinging one leg over each side of his hips, never breaking eye contact. My body was on fire, my thighs quivering with anticipation, my pussy throbbing open, hot, dripping. I grabbed his cock with one hand — hot, thick, pulsing, the head slick with lube and his own strokes. I pressed it against me. The tip brushed my pussy lips and nearly took my breath away.

I sank down.
Slowly.

His cock started sliding 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 wide, I let out a muffled scream. The air rushed out like my orgasm was kicking off right there.

I almost came.

He filled me up completely. I felt his dick slide inside me, inch by inch, stretching me, rubbing deep, hitting every spot that drove me wild. I trembled on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders, mouth hanging open, feeling every bit.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his hands gripping my waist. “Your pussy’s so damn hot.”

And it was. With my body burning up, heart pounding out of rhythm, and my mind lost in the overload of sensations, I rode that man with a hunger that made me unrecognizable, feeling his cock graze every sensitive inch inside me, each thrust making me shake, each groan from him fueling my wildness even more. My hips ground with precision, like some instinct had taken over, and my pussy clenched so tight it pulled dirty words from him, slurred compliments, real moans from a guy getting eaten alive.

My tits, fully exposed, got sucked hard. Mouths and teeth switched between tender and rough, licking and biting, sucking deep while hands marked my skin, gripping tight, like my nipples were their only lifeline. With every bounce, I felt my skin pull taut, my whole body responding in waves, and an orgasm loomed, building inside like a storm just waiting for one strong gust to break me wide open.

That’s when I felt my boyfriend’s hands behind me, sliding down my back to my ass. He spread me slow, with that dirty care only someone who knows you can pull off, and my body reacted right away. I’d always loved that. That focused attention, that sweet touch loaded with bad intentions. When his finger trailed between my cheeks, the shiver hit instant, but what really got me on edge was how precise he was, like he already knew exactly what he wanted.

I didn’t have to ask. Confirmation came when I felt something cooler and slicker spreading at my ass entrance. Lube. He was prepping. The tip of his finger slid in easy, already used to it, already craving it, pushing in slow and firm, stretching me bit by bit while I kept riding the other guy, like my body was splitting into sensations that crossed, added up, intensified with every move. The intrusion was slow, careful, but determined, and I knew it wouldn’t be just fingers for long.

He made me stop, gripping my hips hard, halting the frantic ride I’d been on. My body still begged for more, but he pushed me forward, slamming me against the stranger, making me collapse onto his chest, my hands slipping on the sweat, my face buried in 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 need, screaming for more, begging for motion, rhythm, brutality. My legs shook, my belly burned, and my mouth gasped out dirty, sweaty smiles of a pleasure that wasn’t human anymore — pure instinct.

I closed my eyes. Didn’t want to see. Wanted to feel.

And I felt it.

The head of my boyfriend’s cock brushing my back entrance, hot, firm, insistent. My skin already lubed up, sliding against something that, even used to it, always clenched at the first touch. The pressure built, and my body pushed back. The pain came, familiar, the kind that makes your face scrunch, muscles tense, teeth bite your own shoulder. It wasn’t just any pain — it was that sweet ache right before the bliss, the edge between discomfort and ecstasy. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, like he was claiming my whole world. He opened me with patience and cruelty, knowing just how to leave me exposed, frozen, totally at his mercy.

And I moved. Even in the discomfort, even through the pain, I ground back against him, pushed myself onto him, took it all, pulled with my hips, wanting more, wanting the impossible, wanting to be split wide open. And I was. At some point — no clue when — they were both in me. One up 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, breath caught, muscles quivered. Nothing existed but skin, sweat, moans, and two cocks fucking me at once like they wanted to break me apart.

“Let’s take it slow, okay?” I heard his voice from behind, panting, almost a warning.

But the “slow” didn’t last. The pace picked up quick, and I felt them both moving, alternating, thrusting in sync, opening me like they aimed to undo me. Each push was an explosion of feelings, a mix of ecstasy and desperation, wanting more but not sure I could take it. I moaned loud, drooled on the shoulder of the guy under me, shook, cursed, begged, pleaded without knowing why. My legs buckled, my arms gave up holding me up, and still I threw myself at them, chasing the heart of the pain, the depths of the cum.

My tits bounced between their bodies, sensitive to the air, the hands, the bites that came out of nowhere. The feeling of being totally filled, both of them in me, piercing through, using me, stuffing me, was bigger than anything I’d ever felt. It was filthy, brutal, 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, scream stuck in my throat, pussy clenching around both cocks at once. My holes pulsed, squeezed, swallowed those two men like they were part of me, and they groaned loud, fucking me harder, like they were about to cum together.

And cumming was exactly what they did.

My boyfriend buried himself deep and let out a rough roar as he unloaded inside me back there, hot, spilling everything like he wanted to claim me. The other one right after, body tense, dug his hands into my hips and slammed into my pussy, hot cum shooting deep with force, intensity, anger and pleasure.

I felt it. Felt everything. Felt the jizz leaking inside, front and back, hot, thick, filling me, dirtying me from within like my body was a desecrated altar.

I lay there, limp, fucked out, full.
And totally satisfied, grateful to my boyfriend for pushing my fantasies.

The End