“She’s nice and open now,” he murmured, adding more lube. Then I felt Xavier’s condom-covered pressing against my ass, the blunt head of his cock replacing the plug.
“Tighten your muscles,” Milo reminded me, one hand stroking my back soothingly. “Relax and let him in.”
I did as he said, bearing down slightly, and felt Xavier begin to push inside. The burn was more intense than with the plug, but I breathed through it, wanting this, wanting to be completelyfilled by both of them. Milo kept rubbing my back, kept murmuring soothing words.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Xavier groaned as he slowly worked himself deeper. “So fucking perfect.”
“It gets so good, I promise.”
Xavier froze, then cleared his throat. “Milo. Do you know that from firsthand experience?”
“Focus, X,” Milo said, winking at me in a way that made me think he did know it from firsthand experience.
I focused on breathing, on relaxing the muscles that wanted to tense against the invasion. Gradually, Xavier worked his way deeper, until he was fully seated inside me. The sensation of being completely filled, of having both men inside me simultaneously, was overwhelming. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only feel the exquisite pressure of them stretching me, completing me.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the word escaping on a shuddering breath. “You’re both so—I can’t—it’s too—” I squirmed between them, trying to get that last thread of sensation I needed to detonate.
“Shh, June-bug. You’re doing so good,” Milo murmured, cupping my face. “And you like being stuffed full, don’t you? Do you need a break? We can be still for you.”
“No I don’t need a break. I need you to move,” I gasped, arching as they held me pinned like that for a moment, impaled on both of them, hands roaming over my breasts, Xavier’s big hands tweaking my nipples while Milo’s thumb circled my clit, sending shockwaves of pure sensation straight to my pussy.
“Come for us. Come on our cocks,” Milo whispered, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, sobbing as I ground into both of them, my pussy clamping down on his shaft as my body convulsed between them.
And then, while every sensation was still heightened, they began to move. Milo thrusting up into me from below, Xavier establishing a careful rhythm behind me. The thin wall of tissue separating them inside me seemed to heighten every sensation, allowing me to feel the friction of their movements against each other. The realization that they were touching each other through me made it even hotter.
My mind went blissfully blank as pleasure built rapidly, intensely. Xavier’s mouth was hot on my neck, his breath rough against my ear as he pressed deeper inside me. The stretch was unreal. I could feel both of them—in different holes, separated by the thinnest possible barrier, every motion dragging Xavier’s cock along Milo’s, amplifying the friction and the fullness until my vision sparkled and my brain just… melted.
I whimpered, raw and desperate, as the orgasm rapidly built again, rocking back into Xavier’s thick length and down onto Milo, impaled completely, ruined in the best fucking way. My two men.
The thought slipped in before I could catch it, and I tensed around them, greedy for every ounce of sensation as Milo’s hands gripped my hips and Xavier’s palm flattened between my shoulders, pinning me. Sweat prickled along my spine. The bed creaked in protest. Every thrust set off a new detonation behind my eyes.
“Look at you,” Milo groaned, voice shredded. “Stuffed so full, baby. You love this, don’t you?”
Words failed as another wild orgasm crashed through me. All I could do was moan and clench and move, my body begging for more, for everything, for both of them to fuck me until I couldn’t remember my own name.
I lost the thread of everything except how stretched I was. How full. The world dissolved down to sensation—the heat of their bodies, sweat slicking my skin, Xavier’s cock forcing me open in a way that bordered on pain but never quite crossed the line, Milo’s thick length gliding in and out of my pussy, the mind-melting friction of both at once. I was a body, a conduit, their toy, pinned between them and used exactly the way I’d always fantasized about but never dared put into words.
Every breath was a whimper. Every thrust knocked thought from my head, left me gasping, greedy for more.
Xavier’s hand pressed between my shoulder blades, holding me in place. He drove into my ass with hard, measured strokes, every one accompanied by a low growl from deep in his throat. The force of it made my vision blur, my body bow under him,and I loved it—I wanted to be ruined, wanted to be theirs. Milo’s hands gripped my hips from beneath, guiding me up and down on his cock, his gaze locked to where I swallowed him over and over, stretched so impossibly wide.
I could hear their noises, feel the frantic edge in both of them. Milo, babbling filth: “Look at you, fuck, June, you’re taking both of us, you’re so fucking perfect, you were made for this.” Xavier, teeth scraping my neck, breath hot and ragged in my ear, each time he thrust up into me: “Tighter… fuck… that’s it, take it, you can take it.”
I could. I wanted to. My body was on fire, everything slick and feverish and desperate.
The friction inside me was unreal. I could feel them each time they moved, the thin barrier between my pussy and my ass transferring every shudder, so it was like they were fucking each other through me. The image alone should have been enough, but then Milo’s thumb found my clit and I shattered again. My entire body seized, every muscle clenching, and I screamed and screamed, coming so hard my ears rang and my vision whited out.
I barely had time to catch my breath before Xavier’s rhythm faltered, turning brutal, desperate. He slammed home, his cock swelling inside me, and I felt him come, heat throbbing through the latex. The sensation tipped me into another aftershock, my body milking him, greedy for every drop.
Milo wasn’t far behind. He slammed up, burying himself deep, and I felt him pulse inside the condom, his fingertips digging bruises into my hips. For a moment, for a heartbeat, I was nothing but sensation, stretched to my absolute limits, stuffed and shaking and helpless with pleasure.
We collapsed in a tangled heap, sweat-damp and shaking. Xavier’s weight pressed me down, Milo’s arms curled around my waist, all of us gasping for air. My body trembled, aftershocks rippling through my nerves. I never wanted to move again.
But then Xavier carefully withdrew, and I whimpered at the slow drag, at the sudden emptiness.
Milo stroked my hair, voice wrecked. “Still have questions about whether we enjoy ourselves with you?”
I whimpered. Xavier laughed. “I don’t think she can talk.”
