“You ready?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer.
He licks me. Once, slow and broad, the flat of his tongue from my entrance to the top of my clit. I jolt, back arching. He does it again, then flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, fast and merciless.
“Fuck!” I cry, and James bites my nipple, not hard enough to hurt but enough to shock me. He pushes my knees back for my friend, holding me open to be devoured.
“Work her cunt,” he rasps. “She’s a dirty whore who can’t get enough dicks and tongue in her holes.”
They devour me like animals, each picking up where the other leaves off, keeping me strung tight between them. Brent alternates between licking and sucking, sometimes gentle, sometimes brutal, while James teases my breasts and mouth, always keeping my focus divided.
Brent pushes a finger inside me, slow and crooked. I moan and clutch the sheets, my thighs shaking. He adds a second finger, crooking to hit the spot that makes my toes curl. At the same time, James kisses me, smothering my moans in his mouth.
“Good girl,” Brent growls. “Take it. You love this, don’t you, my little fuckslut?”
I nod, barely coherent. “Yes, fuck, yes. Yes yes yes!”
James moves lower, mouth on my other nipple, tongue circling, teeth scraping just enough to keep me on edge. I feel like I’m being eaten alive in the best possible way.
The first orgasm builds fast, a pressure in my stomach that I can’t slow down. Brent senses it, sucks my clit harder, fingers pumping in and out of me. James tweaks my nipple, just a little cruel, and I explode.
“Unnnnh!” I scream. Not a little moan, but a full-throated, animal cry. My legs clamp around Brent’s head, but he doesn’t stop—he keeps licking, keeps fucking me with his fingers until the aftershocks leave me limp and boneless.
James kisses my cheek, my eyelids, whispers, “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, sweetheart, so goddamn slutty and wet all the time.”
But they don’t let up. Brent climbs onto the bed, forcing me onto my hands and knees so that my big breasts are pressed against the coverlet. My ass is high up in the air, pussy exposed, and James lines up behind me. The alpha male slides a hand between my legs and teases my clit, slow circles that make me squirm. Meanwhile, Brent holds my face in his hands, kissing me deep, his tongue claiming every inch of my mouth.
“Unnnh!” I moan desperately as James pinches my clit. “Oh shit!”
James grunts and fingers me from behind, sliding two digits into my slippery cunt. Brent palms my breasts, biting my collarbone, telling me I belong to him. The mix of pain and pleasure is too much; an orgasm slams into me, insanely intense.
“Unnnh!” I scream helplessly as my pussy quakes, hot tremors ripping through my walls. I squeeze and shake on James’s fingers, almost cracking his knuckles in the process.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Oh shit, you’re tight.”
I sob and writhe, but they hold me steady, working me through every spasm until I’m gasping for breath.
After, they lay me back on the sheets and start undressing, slow and deliberate. I watch, dazed, as shirts and pants are removed, revealing muscle and scars and skin that’s nothing like mine—hard, tanned, rough in spots, and utterly male. When their boxers come off, I literally gasp and sit up, eyes wide.
“What?” I stammer, staring at the huge tools stiff and straight between their legs. “Oh my god, I can’t possibly?—”
“Yes, you can,” James soothes while kissing me. “We’ve been working up to this, sweetheart. We’ve been stretching you with fingers, pens, Sharpies, you name it. You’re ready and relaxed enough, and if you aren’t? Well, you’ll learn.”
Then, both men climb onto the bed, one on each side, and take turns kissing me, tasting themselves on my skin. I feel adored, worshipped, but also owned in a way that makes my pussy clench even when I think I’m spent.
“Take them in your hands,” James commands, brushing hair from my eyes. “See how they feel.”
I nod, unable to speak. My hands reach for those massive cocks, greedy, desperate. They’re as thick as soda cans at the base, and my fingers don’t even go all the way around. They’re thick and veiny, slick with pre-cum, and I desperately want to feel them inside my pussy, ass and mouth. I want to be taken, ruined, filled to the brim until I’m overflowing with male cream.
Brent chuckles, reading my mind, and kneels between my legs, his cock massive and beautiful. He lines himself up at my entrance. James holds my hands above my head, kissing my lips and jaw and neck.
They don’t rush, but they don’t hesitate, either. The sense of inevitability is electric—like a dam about to break, and all I can do is ride the flood.
I open for them, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Brent is first,pushing inside me with a slow, insistent pressure that has my thighs shaking before he’s even halfway in. He’s massive, and the fullness makes me gasp, a sharp intake that echoes off the windows.
“I can’t!” I cry out in alarm as my pussy’s stretched to the limit. My labia look like thin rubber bands clenching around his shaft and I struggle around his girth. “You’re too big!”
“Yes, you can, Marnie,” he rasps, slowly increasing the pressure. “You will.”
