Double Love

Chapter 17: The ultimate f**k

Melanie

I woke with a start. Where was I? Suddenly it all came rushing back. After withdrawing from Trinity, I flew to LA and back to the safety of my brothers’ arms. I’d been feeling nauseous. The stress had been taking a toll on my body, and it made me jumpy yet curiously sleepy at the same time.

But Zack and Zeke had been kind. They were touching in their care and attention.

“Sweetheart,” Zack said that first night. “Don’t worry about us, just get some rest.”

Zeke agreed, and both brothers stroked my body until I fell asleep. Their big forms were reassuring on each side of mine, cradling me between their warmth.

Now that I was fully awake though, I contemplated my situation. I hadn’t made a single dollar for my brothers and instead had cost them forty-six thousand, none of which I could pay back. I felt like I owed them something.

But they merely shushed me.

“It’s no trouble sweetheart,” said Zack, giving me a kiss. “Don’t even worry your pretty little head.”

“Besides,” added Zeke. “What are brothers for?”

With that, I’d leaned into their embrace, so happy that my mother had married their dad and that I’d met these supportive, generous men. I had a feeling I could never return their kindness and was eternally grateful for their loving care.

“Zack, Zeke,” I whispered. “I want to do something for you.”

“Hmm?” asked Zeke, distracted. He was stroking my breast, watching with fascination as my nips hardened under my t-shirt, and listening with only one ear.

“I want to do a double vaginal penetration,” I whispered shyly. “Both of you in my pussy.”

That got their attention. Two sets of blue eyes flashed at me.

“Melly, are you sure?” asked Zack, his hands momentarily still on my body. “It’s not for every woman,” he warned.

“I know,” I replied. “But I want to because it would feel good … and I love you,” I confided.

There, it was out. As the days had passed, I’d realized that my steps were my source of comfort and support, my rocks to lean on, and my lighthouse in these stormy times. What had begun as a sleazy opportunity to make porn had become something completely different: love. Double love, to be exact.

My brothers growled in appreciation.

“Melly,” they rumbled. “We feel the same about you,” they said as their hands urgently ran over my body. “We were so worried about you, but you know what? You’re a hundred times the woman that we thought you were.”

I laughed a little.

“How so? I haven’t done anything special.”

The shake of their heads was emphatic.

“Yes, you have. You weathered a storm that would have brought any other girl to her knees. You stood up and held your head up high. You didn’t let it defeat you.”

I took their hands.

“Because I had you by my side. That’s how I was able to do it. Without you, I would have careened into depression and become nothing but a shadow.”

My stepbrothers leaned forward to kiss me. “But you didn’t, Melly, and we love you all the more for it. We’re in love with you. We want you to stay and never leave.”

With that declaration, we threw ourselves into the lovemaking full-force. It was more satisfying and demanding than any s*x I’d ever had. Our kisses were furious and ravenous, searching and taking with only the determination and depth that true love can muster. I ran my tongue across theirs, tasting first one twin, than the other, as I desperately reacquainted myself with their bodies and their c***s.

I knelt between their naked forms, my hands gripping the two twelve-inch dongs, my little fists full with the straining, hard lengths. God, it felt so good. The shafts pulsed in my palms, veins bulging while the tips dripped.

Hungrily, I licked Zack's glans, tasting his man milk before switching over to Zeke, slurping gently at the wet head. Their semen was salty and sweet at the same time. Zack's was more musky and strong, while Zeke had a tangy, creamy feel.

But I was a hungry girl. I jammed their c***s into my mouth, greedy for both, trying to take as much possible at once. It was difficult and my cheeks bulged with the succulent man meat, stuffed to the brim as I drooled and mewled, hungry for more.

But my brothers only chuckled and ground their hips against my face.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” they rumbled, running their hands through my hair. “There’s plenty. You won’t run out.”

With that, Zeke picked me up and tossed me onto the big bed. I squealed, my chestnut hair flying, cunt already dripping wet from the hot blue gazes latched to my body. Zeke dove between my legs as Zack nipped at my breasts, each man ravenous for more.

With a groan, Zeke licked my cunt from anus to c**t, diving in deep between those creamy folds while tracing every nook and cranny of my p***y with his tongue. He lightly tapped the little hole where his d**k would go, testing it before beginning a rub on my c**t. Oh! That felt good. I trembled and squealed, watching raptly as cream flowed from my channel.

“Oh f**k, I’ve gotta taste,” Zeke growled before he dove back in between my thighs, lapping up my female juices and letting them course down his throat.

Meanwhile, Zack did a number on my breasts, popping each tit between his lips before squeezing my mounds together and suckling both n*****s into his mouth. I screamed with joy, twin jolts of electricity shooting straight from my boobs to my cunt, making me gush wetly into Zeke’s mouth.

“Mmmm, tasty,” said Zeke devilishly. “Make her cream more,” he commanded his brother.

Zack didn’t hesitate. He straddled my breasts, squatting over my torso, and pushed up their soft bellies so that his c**k was nestled between the mounds. Slowly, he began titty-f*****g me, the friction so good and hot that his d**k began leaking immediately, trailing semen all over my chest.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Oh f**k your jugs are f*****g awesome.”

I agreed, bending my head to lick the tip of his p***s each time it came towards my mouth, trying to taste as much semen as possible. I savored the sperm.

“Fuuck,” he groaned again, as I got in a particularly satisfying slurp. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Not so fast,” warned Zeke. “We’re doing a double-f**k, remember? Girlie has offered to do double vaginal.”

With that, Zeke let out a growl and stood up between my thighs, pushing his member into my cunt with one swift thrust. I bucked and squealed at the penetration.

“Oh!” I cried. Just like before, he was so big that my lower body was lifted into the air as I was impaled like a kebab on a stick. My p***y tensed and strained, trying to accommodate him. My juices flowed hard and fast as I was reamed by that big, hot fuckpole.

But also just like before, I began wriggling and squirming, edging myself down onto the huge shaft as he thrust forward slowly, penetrating me inch by inch.

“Oh god!” I cried breathlessly, my cunt full, my p***y stretched and filled like never before. Instead of answering, Zeke merely gestured for his brother to join him.

Zack moved down my body so that he straddled me just in front of Zeke. Tantalizingly, he pressed his d**k against my already-filled hole.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, my eyes closing. “This isn’t going to work.”

“It will,” he rasped in return. “Just relax.”

Slowly, Zack pushed down vertically which forced his brother’s d**k down, opening up a small gape in my p***y.

“Ohhhh! Oh oh oh!” I gasped. I knew double-stuffing was hard, but I’d forgotten how big my brothers were and how wide they were around. Their twelve inch lengths dominated and used me.

Determinedly, Zeke kept pushing and stretching my little puss, watching hungrily as my folds parted, making way for a second d**k in my vaginal canal.

“Remember sweetheart,” he whispered as I gasped in shock. “You’re big enough to pass a baby down there, so two d***s should be easy-peasy,” he rumbled.

A baby? Oh god a baby. But I was overcome with sensation because suddenly, he was in all the way. Both my brothers were balls deep in my p***y, and my sweet little snatch was being violated by twenty-four inches of man meat.

With an unspoken signal, Zack and Zeke began to move, swinging their hips in time while running their shafts in and out of my tight hole. I creamed wetly, lubing up the ride as my brothers groaned. Wetness gushed around them, cushioning them in their ecstasy.

I wasn’t able to last long. The feel of two d***s in me was overwhelming and I screamed as I came, blacking out for a moment. My eyes rolled up into my head as my cunt squelched and clenched on the double d***s, squeezing and twitching around the solid, hot shafts. My whole body felt like it was engulfed in a cloud of electricity, jerks and spasms in my p***y spreading through my body as tingles raced from my t**t to the tips of my fingers and toes.

My stepbrothers couldn’t hold back either. They came with twin roars, their man milk jetting into my cunt and dousing me in their seed. Oh god! I was getting two deposits of male semen simultaneously, and the delicious dirtiness made me tingle. They spurted again and again, rope after rope of sperm filling my hot cavity and coating my ovaries. The sheer masculine virility was overwhelming.

In fact, there was so much that the white leaked out between our bodies, trailing down my thigh and making a wet spot on the bed. I sighed happily. My entire body felt wonderfully relaxed, stretched and full. I was in Heaven.

My brothers smiled as well.

“Little girl,” murmured Zack, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “We’re drenched in your nectar.” My eyes flew open as I gazed at them. Because it was true – I’d ejaculated with my earthshaking climax, and both my brothers had female juice all over their groins and chests.

“And baby,” rumbled Zeke, massaging the vaginal fluid into his skin as his blue eyes gleamed. “Your female ambrosia is sticky and sweet just the way we like it.”

I smiled at them then because Zack and Zeke are my stepbrothers, but they’re also the loves of my life. We were never supposed to go down this route because my mom is married to their dad. Who would have thought that this would happen to our blended family? But in my heart, I know it’s right because during a difficult time, my stepbrothers were the ones who helped me. They offered me support, attention, and most importantly, love. These men adore me, and have shown through their actions that I’m their first priority. Of course, I feel the same … and I can’t wait to explore what comes next.