Double Love

Chapter 10: The first f**k

Melanie  

They were on me in a flash. Both my steps were naked in a New York second, their male physiques perfect. They were all tanned, toned flesh, and carved like wood. They spun me around and pushed me down so that they could inspect my p***y from the back, running their big fingers through my sopping folds.

“f**k, she’s perfect,” said one.

“Tastes f*****g good,” said the other, as he slurped his fingers, sniffing that aromatic female cream.

And with a slow slide, one of them eased his d**k into my cunt. I shrieked at the delicious penetration. I didn’t know which of my stepbrothers had done it, but this was the biggest dong I’d ever ridden in my teenage life, and it literally lifted me up in the air with its huge size. I struggled and squealed, impaled so thoroughly. I squirmed and wiggled, willing my t**t juices to flow to help ease the ache inside.

“Shhh, shhh,” soothed a male voice, hands reaching around to fondle my breasts, tweaking my n*****s and squeezing that creamy flesh. “We’ll help you take us sweetheart. Just relax for now, and enjoy.”

I squealed again, still squirming on that gigantic c**k, but calmer now. The initial penetration had been shocking. I was totally stuffed full, although I knew I hadn’t taken anywhere near the entire shaft. I moaned lustily, reaching my hands back to part my butt cheeks, as if inviting them in for more.

“That’s it,” one of them chuckled, and the d**k edged in further, exploring my vaginal channel while making me moan and toss, my little p***y stretched so tight.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I shuddered beneath them. Just when I thought the d**k was all the way in, I felt something probe at my lips.

Looking up, I glanced into the sky-blue eyes of Zeke, and he smiled at me, gripping my chin.

“You’ve done so well with Zack in your p***y, sweetheart. Do you think you can fit my pole in your mouth?” he rumbled.

I nodded helplessly and Zeke smiled wolfishly before reaching a finger into my mouth to pull out the wet g-string. The fabric was utterly soaked from saliva and female c*m.

“Now that’s my type of girl,” he remarked, inspecting the lingerie before dropping it on the floor and bumping my lips with his shaft. “Open,” he commanded.

I did, swallowing heavily. It was the best c**k I’d ever tasted. Zeke’s man meat was musky, hot and heavy, the skin soft like velvet coating steel, the rod pure strength and arousal. I moaned lustily, my p***y squeezing Zack, and he ground out, “f**k, her cunt feels so good when she’s got c**k in her mouth.”

Obediently, I let Zeke feed me his d**k inch by inch, stifling my gag reflex, not caring that I must have looked a mess with saliva pooling in the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin to hit the floor in wet spatters.

“That’s it,” he murmured, stroking my hair as his dong disappeared between my lips. “Keep going, pretty girl,” he murmured.

And soon I was airtight. I had two massive twelve-inches buried in my body, one in my mouth and the other in my p***y. I’d never felt so filled, plugged in every way, stuffed yet feminine. It was a new me, and I reveled in the experience.

“f**k me, f**k me,” I tried to say, but it just came out as an “Mmph! Mmph!” around my stepbrother’s c**k.

But they knew what I was trying to say and began a rhythm in my body, syncopated at different ends, stuffing me in and out, treating me like a total fuckslut.

I loved it all. A tremor built in the base of my spine, weakening my knees, and if I hadn’t had two c***s spearing me on both ends, I probably would have collapsed because the tidal wave came at once. With a muffled shriek, I shuddered and screamed, my cunt clenching down on Zack’s shaft while I sucked with renewed fervor on Zeke’s c**k.

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” I mumbled without abandon, the men’s heaving and pumping growing in intensity. With no warning, the d***s burst in me simultaneously, emitting sweet, hot man milk, spraying my p***y walls with fertile, hot seed while pumping viscous ejaculate down my throat. My orgasm went wild, and I shook even harder on their poles, my body vibrating like a metronome gone crazed, rippling with waves of pleasure as I came again and again.

As we recovered, I heard Zeke exclaim, “f**k she’s a squirter!” as he looked down at himself. I smiled because I knew it was true. I have the unique ability to spray female juice, and his thighs and abs were probably now coated in my nectar.

“Mmm, we’re lucky then,” growled Zack as he pulled his d**k from my mouth, watching as the semi-flaccid pole emerged, drenched in saliva and sperm. I coughed slightly, my throat sore and dry, but it was totally worth it because that man meat had tasted good.

“Girls who can spray are at a premium,” murmured Zack as the last of his d**k came free, dripping wetly onto the floor. “Baby, you’re going to be one of our stars,” he rumbled, stroking my hair as I struggled to stand, my holes gaping and achingly empty all of a sudden.

“It’s a lot of money, honey,” added Zeke, grinning as he wiped himself clean. “But trust me, sweetheart, you’ll love it.” I nodded, unable to speak because I’d just had the most delicious, heart-shattering experience of my life, and I’d do anything for these handsome men. Anything at all.