Chapter 8
Misty
W e go from soft kisses to hard, filthy sex almost immediately. I don’t know how it happens, but one moment we were sitting at the table enjoying dinner, and then the next, I’d been transported into one of the bedrooms and was face to face with a wall of hard, male flesh.
I gasp as Brett and Chris take off their shirts because they’re all bulging muscle and bronzed skin, without an ounce of fat to spare. Their pecs are slab-like and defined, with a full complement of abs resembling the proverbial washboards.
“Ohhhh,” I moan, unable to tear my eyes away from the expanse of male beauty.
“Cat got your tongue?” Brett rumbles in an amused tone. “Now you too, sweetheart. Get naked for us.”
I don’t hesitate. In a flash, my sweatshirt’s off, revealing a lacy pink bra. Then, I struggle with the waistband of my jeans, but the denim is too tight that I wiggle around uselessly, looking idiotic, I’m sure. I swear, I hate skinny jeans so much!
But the two men merely chuckle, and help me out of the stiff material, their eyes widening as my jeans are pulled off to reveal a tiny pink g-string.
Not only that, but my thighs are wide and hefty, and my legs long and muscled.
I don’t work out a lot, but I walk everywhere, and there’s plenty of tone and definition.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” Chris rasps, his blue eyes eating up my curves. “More than we deserve.”
“Creamy and totally fuckable,” Brett adds as his blue eyes sear my creamy flesh. “Holy fuck.”
My nipples go tight, and my breasts feel heavy at their compliments.
“Thank you,” I murmur shyly, a flush covering my cheeks. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
“Of course we do because you’re built just like a woman,” Brett croons, his eyes still devouring every inch of my creamy flesh. “But take off your bra, sweetheart, because we want to see everything.”
Slowly, I obey. My hands reach in back of myself to unsnap the clasp, and my huge Double Ds tumble out of confinement, ripe and heavy.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Brett rasps. Then, without any warning, he leans forward and laps at a nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“Mmm!” I cry out, my head tilting back as hot jolts of pleasure go straight from my tip to my cunt. “Oooooh!”
Chris isn’t far behind. He latches on immediately to my other breast, and then I have two powerful mountain men nursing from me.
“Oooh!” I wail again as pure pleasure sizzles in my teats as another flame ignites in my pussy. “Mmmm!”
“Yes, you taste so good,” Chris moans against my skin before slipping a big hand up to my panties. He slides his fingers right into the gusset, and grunts with approval.
“She’s soaked,” he rasps. “Totally drenched and ready.”
“Good,” Brett mutters in return. “Because this isn’t going to last long, sweetheart. Your daddies need you. We need the deep, satisfying fucks that accompany a beautiful, slutty body like yours. Tell us you want it.”
By now, I’m mewling and crying in their arms, their mouths and fingers touching me everywhere.
“Yes, I want it!” I cry out. “Give it to me, Daddies! I’m ready to be your little fucktoy to use however you want. Trash my pussy! Use my curves, please!”
Both men growl with approval, their movements becoming more frantic.
I’m touched everywhere at once. Their fingers tweak my nipples, while reaching down to stroke through the wet folds of my slippery cunt.
In one swift motion, my panties are torn off and I’m totally nude before them as the men stare at my soaked sweetness, the flesh swollen and gleaming.
“So gorgeous,” Chris moans before bending down to press a kiss to my sensitive wetness. “Shit, your clit is hard too.” Then, he parts his lips and suckles the throbbing nub as I shriek and writhe beneath him.
“Yes,” I cry deliriously, my fingers twisting at my nipples. “Yes yes yes!”
Meanwhile, Brett helps me lean back and lift my knees as Chris continues to suckle my clit. “Higher,” he coaxes in a deep voice. “Yes, show us your asshole, honey. Show us that pink pucker that’s begging to be fucked.”
I startle for a moment because are we really going to do this? I mean, I know I’m with two men so it’s a possibility, but I wasn’t sure. It’s not like we set out rules, and now I’m a little shaken. I pause for a moment, looking at them with wide eyes.
“Are we doing that ?” I ask breathlessly.
Chris lifts his head for a moment, his cheeks and jaw gleaming with my female juices. They know instinctively what I’m talking about.
“You taste so good, baby girl,” he growls. “But yes, there are two of us so we’re definitely doing that .”
I let out a little cry, blue eyes wide.
“But I’ve never done it before,” I confess breathlessly. “I’m not sure I can!”
“Of course you can,” Brett rumbles before leaning down to catch my lips with his own in a passionate kiss. “I promise, sweetheart, we’ll make it good for you. You’re so responsive, anyways. You have the kind of hungry holes that only Daddy’s filthy fucks can satisfy. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
By now, Chris has ducked his head to begin lapping at my pussy again, but this time, he slips even lower so that his tongue skims to the sensitive pucker of my asshole.
“Oh unnnnh!” I cry out, bucking up a bit on the mattress. “Oh Daddy, that feels so good, but it feels wrong too!”
“We specialize in wrong, sweetheart,” Brett growls before whipping out his dick.
“Didn’t you know? You’re here because you need these hard fucks to feel like a woman, Misty.
It’s the only thing that will satisfy your hungry cunt and tight, tight asshole.
” Then, something massive taps at my cheek, leaving a trail of wetness against my skin, and when I open my eyes it’s Brett kneeling beside me with his cock out.
My pupils dilate, taking in his member, because it’s absolutely huge .
The pole’s at least nine inches long, and thick at the base like a soda can.
Bulging veins snake up and down the sides, and the tip gleams with lust for me.
He takes it in a fist, gently directing it to my lips.
“Suck, baby girl,” he rasps. “Get Daddy good and wet.”
I obey instinctively, my pink pout parting to admit the anaconda.
“Mmmm!” I squeal as my cheeks bulge. The corners of my mouth literally hurt a bit because they’re being stretched relentlessly, but Brett strokes a big hand through my blonde tresses, his blue eyes so dark with need that they’re almost black.
“You look so good like this, Misty,” he croons. “I knew as soon as I saw you on-screen that you’d be the perfect girl for us.”
The words flood me with warmth and sure enough, Chris lifts his head for a moment.
“She’s definitely got a praise kink,” he rasps. “The moment you said that her pussy gushed.” Then, he lowers his head again to fasten to my clit, and I squeal once more at the immense pleasure of his tongue.
“Praise, hmmm?” Brett rasps above me, his blue eyes fixed to my wet, creamy figure. “I like that because it’s so easy to compliment you, sweetheart. You make us so happy, and you’ve been here what... all of half an hour? You are the one for us, Misty. You please your Daddies very much.”
Another flood of oxytocin envelops me, and I feel like I’m floating in seventh heaven. Maybe I am, with one man’s huge cock in my mouth and another man working my cunt with his skilled lips and tongue.
“Mmmm,” I gasp through the man meat down my throat. “Mmmm!”
“She’s ready,” Chris rasps. “Her cunt’s soaked.”
Then, before I realize what’s happening, Brett’s popped his cock out of my mouth and slipped beneath me to lie on his back. He positions my torso so that I’m straddling him, facing away in reverse cowgirl.
“Daddy?” I whine, desperate to have male meat in my mouth again.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” he grinds out from below while seizing my waist in both hands. It’s then that I feel his giant cock probing at my anus, and I go still with shock. Is he expecting me to sit on it with my ass? During our first time together?
Sure enough, the alpha male lets out a low chuckle before spitting into his hand and rubbing the saliva over my pleats.
“You’re ready,” he grinds out. “Now open your asshole, baby girl. I know you can do it because you’re a good girl for your Daddies. Move up just a tiny bit ... let’s get you situated ... now sit, baby. Take Daddy’s cock in your tight bottom like a good little butt slut.”
Oh my god, his words are so foul! Yet I love it too, and arch my back instinctively while trying to obey him. I press the clench of my pleats against his massive cockhead as he continues to croon praise from below.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps. “I wish you could see how this looks with your asshole open and about to be stretched.”
Then, I let out a keening cry because it’s happening. That enormous shaft pushes through my ring of muscle with an audible pop, and I’m clenched around that massive snake as my curvy body goes wild with desire.
“Oh!” I shriek, my eyes going wide. “Mmmm!”
This time, it’s Chris who responds. The mountain man has unfastened his pants and he stands on the bed next to me. Gently, he pries open my chin and places his massive shaft between my lips.
“Suck on it, baby,” he coaxes. “Little girls do better when they have a cock in their mouths.”
I don’t think I need a cock in my mouth when there’s a massive rod making its way up my rectum!
But I do as Chris commands and my eyes squeeze shut as I suck on the huge fuckpole, focusing my attention on the meat between my lips instead of the heaviness in my ass.
Oh god, oh god! I’m servicing two men at once and the truth is that it feels amazing.
Slowly, I work Brett’s dick into my straining asshole, taking it centimeter by centimeter.
“Unnnh,” I moan again, choking a bit.
“Atta girl,” Brett groans from below me, those big hands supporting my waist. “You look beautiful, baby. Spread those white cheeks and let your rear end do the work.”