DOUBLE
FUCKED
I heard the rumble of an engine and craned my neck to
look out of the window. Yes, they were here. My lips
curved into a smile, and I scuttled out to meet them.
'Morning!' I chirped brightly. The two men turned from
their van at the sound of my voice.
'Christ,' exclaimed the younger of the two, 'I wasn't
expecting you to be up at this hour!'
It was nine in the morning.
'You cheeky thing. I'm not that lazy. Besides I had
to get up to move the car. You'd have struggled to dig
the drive up with my car on it, wouldn't you?'
He winked cockily at me. 'Mine's a coffee, please. Two
sugars, plenty of milk.'
'Yes, Martin. God, what did your last slave die of?'
'Wes?'
His brother looked up from the papers he was shuffling.
'Um, I'm alright for now, really.'
'Are you sure? I was only messing about!'
'Yeah I'm fine, I'll have one later.'
I handed him his coffee with a cheeky smile. Against
my better judgement I studied him, his broad chest,
huge biceps, strong-looking thighs clad in denim. Christ,
I could feel my pussy involuntarily twitch. Then I realised
he was looking at me. Oops. A moment of silence, then
he smiled whilst looking at my chest. My nipples were
rock hard and straining against the thin cotton top
I was wearing.
'Must be cold,' I giggled.
Martin looked at me amused, then glanced up at the burning
sun.
'Right,' I mumbled embarrassed, 'I've got jobs to do,
give me a shout if you want anything.'
'Anything?' he enquired.
Wes watched us from the van, looking uncomfortable and
interested at the same time. I laughed by way of reply
and disappeared into the house. God, the guy was hot.
I busied myself tidying and cleaning around the house,
taking longer over the living room window sill than
necessary. It commanded a perfect view of where they
were working on the front lawn. It must have been hot
work because Wes was naked to the waist. Martin, however,
still wore his vest. I watched the muscles in his shoulders
ripple as he unloaded blocks and bags of rubble from
the van. Mmm!, did he look good or what? I began to
vigorously swipe the duster on the windowsill, and the
next time I glanced up the van was disappearing up the
street. Where had they buggered off too? They could
have said something! Then I heard a cough behind me.
Martin.
'Where's he gone?' I queried.
'To the builders' merchant. Need some more stuff.'
'Well, why didn't you go with him?'
'He's a big boy, he can manage on his own. Besides you
said to ask if I wanted something.'
I felt a throbbing in my cunt, and my pants began to
get damp.
'Oh yeah?' I said, trying to be cocky. 'And what do
you want?'
He stepped closer. I backed off, aware of the fact the
blinds were open and anyone in the street could have
seen us. I gestured towards the stairs.
Upstairs in my room, I shut the blinds. I turned round
and Martin was right behind me. He cupped my breasts
in his hands and lowered his head to kiss me. I closed
my eyes as his tongue began to explore my mouth. I slid
my arms around him, pulling him closer, and could feel
his already hard cock pressing against my stomach. Wasting
no time at all, within seconds I was naked and gagging
for it. He stripped himself, and out sprung his rigid
cock, big and broad like the rest of him. My pussy moistened
further in anticipation. He gently trailed a hand up
my thigh to my aching pussy. His fingers gently parted
my lips and began to stroke my swollen clit. I'd never
been with someone so much older than me before, but
I was fully expecting him to know exactly what he was
doing. And he really did. I'm not easily pleased, but
he knew where to touch, how hard and for how long. My
swollen nub was about ready to burst. He slowed the
pace, and I let out a groan until I realised he was
heading south with his tongue.
After what seemed like hours but can only have been
seconds, his tongue began to trace a path from my right
knee towards my crotch. I gulped in a breath, anticipating
his touch. It never came. Instead he did the same from
my left knee, licking and biting my inner thigh. Suddenly
his head came up.
'Have you got!?'
I cut him off with a hasty nod.
'Yes, just keep going!'
He smiled and ignored my request, shifting his weight
so his face was level with mine. His cock was rubbing
against my slit, and I lifted my hips and stimulated
my clit that way. He closed his eyes for a moment, shivering
as the juices from my cunt smeared all over his big
hard dick. I just wanted it inside me. I think he sensed
it, because he again shifted his weight, until we were
in a 69 position, so his cock was dangling temptingly
in front of my face, while he had easy access to my
dripping pussy. He buried his face in my wetness and
continued to lick, suck and nibble. Then he slipped
a finger inside me and began to wiggle it. I tensed
as he stimulated my G-spot. He began to pump his finger
in and out, then when it was nice and wet, started to
circle my arsehole with it. I moaned, enjoying the feeling
of his finger round my bum, so he slipped it inside
my tight hole and began to probe my arse. He simultaneously
entered another finger into my cunt, and fucked both
my holes at once, still lapping at my clit.
All of a sudden I heard a light cough. I immediately
stopped sucking Martin's dick and jumped up. Wes stood
in the doorway, his cock in his hand, slowly masturbating
himself. Martin looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
That was when I realised but thought, why not? When
am I next going get the chance to be fucked by two blokes
with huge cocks?
So I nodded to Wes, and he stripped off. Martin lay
on his back on the bed, cock in the air, and I opened
a condom and rolled it down his length. Then I slid
down onto it. I gasped as he filled me completely. Wes
joined us on the bed, and as I slowly fucked Martin's
hardness, Wes began to slowly stretch my arsehole with
his fingers.
'In the bedside cabinet!' I gasped.
I'd only been expecting to need one condom. Wes rooted
around and laughed as he discovered my collection of
sex toys and a tube of lube. As I continued to fuck
Martin, whilst frigging my clit like mad, I heard the
unmistakable squelch of KY coming out of the tube, then
the familiar buzz of my vibrator. Wes then slowly inched
the slicked vibrator up my arse and began to fuck me
steadily with it.
I was so turned on: it had always been my ultimate fantasy
to be filled in both holes at the same time, and this
was guaranteed to do the trick. I slammed down harder
and faster onto Martin's cock as Wes pleasured me anally.
I could feel my orgasm start to approach and upped the
pace even more, only for Wes to slow me down as he removed
the vibrator from my arse and replaced it with his rampant,
fully lubed cock.
I cried out as he buried himself inside me to the hilt,
his balls slapping against me as he fucked me deep.
I could feel tears coming to my eyes and the boys' cocks
rubbing against both sides of my vaginal wall were driving
me crazy. I just wanted to come.
'Wes, mate! Martin said. 'She's close. Let's go for
it.'
On those words, both men began thrusting into me harder
and faster, the friction and the feel of those hands
all over me bringing me ever closer to my orgasm. Wes
reached round and began rubbing my clit for me, whilst
Martin brought both hands up over my breasts and squeezed
my nipples hard.
The pleasure/ pain is what did it for me. I let go with
a scream, my muscles contracting around both cocks as
my juices flowed. As the waves of sensations began to
subside, they began to move inside me again, still stimulating
my sensitive areas. I was so weak with ecstasy by this
point I couldn't move. Then Wes began to speed up and
I knew he was close to release. Suddenly he pulled out
of my rear. I heard the snap of a condom being removed
and seconds later, I felt the warm sticky substance
gush out over my arse. Martin cupped my backside with
both hands and began to thrust upwards into me, again
and again, harder and faster. I reached round and began
to tug at his balls, then stopped as he grunted and
gripped my bum firmly. I felt his penis throb inside
me as his cum gushed into the rubber, then collapsed
onto his broad and sweating chest. Wes sat behind us,
idly stroking my back.
Later, feeling a bit awkward, I asked Wes, 'You get
everything you needed?'
'Oh yes,' he said, grinning broadly at me, 'Everything.'
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