Chapter 3 #2
They set a rhythm that has me rocking between them, completely filled at both ends.
And they do what they promised. They edge me mercilessly.
Brookes slows every time I get close, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Mason withdraws from my mouth to slap his wet cock against my cheeks or rub it over my tongue without letting me suck properly.
All the while, they praise me in that low, rough drawl that melts my brain:
“So fucking good for us.”
“Look at her taking two cocks again—like she was born to be shared.”
“Such a pretty, greedy cunt. Trying to milk Brookes even after he filled you once.”
“We’re gonna keep you like this all night if we have to, sweetheart. Edged and dripping until you’re crying for release.”
By the time they finally let me come, I’m a sobbing, sweat-slick wreck. Brookes reaches around to rub tight, perfect circles over my clit while Mason pushes deep into my throat and holds there.
“Come, Janey,” Brookes growls against my ear. “Come all over my cock.”
The orgasm rips through me like lightning, harder than the first, and deeper, leaving me screaming around Mason’s cock as my pussy clamps down rhythmically on Brookes.
I collapse between them, boneless and floating, every muscle twitching with aftershocks. Their hands stroke me gently now, Mason’s palm smoothing over my belly, Brookes’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on my thigh, bringing me down with soft words and tender kisses.
Then, Mason’s voice is low and dark as he pulls me up onto my hands and knees again. “One more time, sweetheart. We’re both gonna fuck this pretty pussy before the sun comes up and fill you so full you’ll be leaking us for days.”
Brookes moves in front of me, lying back on the blankets, his cock still hard and glistening. He pulls me forward so I’m straddling him, guiding me down until he’s buried to the hilt inside me again. The stretch is intense, and my walls flutter around his thickness as I adjust again.
Mason kneels behind me, his big hands spreading my ass cheeks. I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my already full entrance, right alongside Brookes.
My breath catches. “Both… at the same time?”
“That’s right, pretty girl,” Mason murmurs, pressing forward slowly. “Gonna share this tight little cunt. Stretch you open so you feel every inch of us together. Is that okay?”
I don’t know. Is it? Can my body even stretch that wide?
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. We’ll make it good. All you have to do is say yes.” Brookes kisses the end of my nose, and they both wait for me to consent.
“I want to try,” I say. “Might not ever get the chance again.”
Brookes and Mason share a look, but I forget about it when I lose myself in the overwhelming pressure.
I whine as Mason works his cock in, inch by careful inch, sliding alongside Brookes until both their shafts are buried deep inside my pussy, and I’m wedged between their powerful bodies.
The fullness is obscene, burning as it stretches me past the point of comfort.
I’ve never felt anything like it. Every ridge and vein drags against sensitive nerves, finding places I didn’t know could be ignited.
“Okay?” Mason asks, stroking over my hips before he moves.
“Oh God…” I tremble between them. “You’re both so big—”
“You’re taking us so well,” Brookes praises, his hands stroking my thighs. “Look at you, stretched around two cocks. Such a good fucking girl for us.”
I grip Brookes’s shirt, holding on for dear life, anticipating how it will feel when they move. Good. Too good. I don’t think my body can withstand the kind of pleasure they might inflict like this.
“Okay,” I say, bracing for pain and pleasure, but only pleasure comes as they start to move in slow, shallow thrusts at first, finding a rhythm that has one pushing in while the other pulls back slightly.
“I wish you could see this, Janey. I wish you could see how your pussy looks stretched around us both.” Mason reaches for my hand. “Here… feel it.”
With tentative fingers, I explore where our bodies are joined, moaning as I create an image in my head from touch alone.
The friction is maddening. Every stroke grinds them against each other inside me, pressing relentlessly against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
Mason’s hand reaches around to rub my clit in firm circles. “That’s it, Janey. We’re going to ruin this pretty pussy. Gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be dripping it into the dirt when you walk back to that house.”
I groan at the image, turned on and desperate to explore the depths of my fantasies while I still have the chance.
“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I tell Brookes. “Fill me.”
His heavy-lidded eyes darken as he pushes his calloused fingers past my lips, groaning as I suck them.
“She wants to be filled, Mason,” he murmurs. “Maybe you should fill that other hole.”
I shiver as Mason draws back. He spits, and circles the tight muscle with his thumb, slowly pushing inside. No one’s ever touched me there before, and it sends a mix of mortification and sensation through me, a connection I didn’t know existed flaring brightly.
They build speed gradually, fucking me together in deep, coordinated strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of two cocks plunging into my soaked, cum-filled pussy echo through the barn. I’m moaning constantly now, reduced to broken gasps as they share me in the most intimate, kinky way possible.
“I want you to come again for us,” Mason growls, his thrusts growing harder, his thumb deep inside me. “Milk our cocks, sweetheart. We’re gonna fill you up together. Breed this sweet pussy.”
Breed?
I don’t tell him I’m covered by a handy little pill.
I think his claim is part of the kink, and I get it.
The idea of them filling me that way, so completely, sends a shiver through me, followed by an orgasm that crashes over me without warning, with a violence that steals sound from my throat.
My pussy clamps down hard around both of them, fluttering and squeezing even though there’s no room around their girth, as wave after wave rip through me.
I bury my face against Brookes’s chest as my whole body convulses, and lose the ability to breathe, soaring into some unknown dimension reserved only for the unsuspecting pleasure slaves of cowboys who love to share.
Brookes groans first, slamming deep and throbbing, flooding me. Mason follows right behind, grinding in as far as he can and pulsing thick ropes inside me, mixing with Brookes’s until I’m impossibly full.
They stay buried inside me, both cocks twitching as they empty every last drop. When they finally pull out, a heavy gush of their combined release spills from my gaping pussy, running down my thighs in messy rivers.
I collapse between them, utterly spent, my body limp and quivering.
My body feels empty in a way it never has before, their absence so stark against the sensation of being totally filled.
Their hands stroke me gently now, with Mason’s palm smoothing possessively over my cum-filled belly, and Brookes pressing soft kisses to my sweat-damp hair, bringing me down with murmured praise.
Only then, as the first faint light of dawn begins to creep under the barn doors, do I truly start to come down.
My body is deliciously wrecked. I reach between my legs, wincing at the puffy soreness I find.
I’m gaping slightly and leaking a thick trickle of their combined cum that I wish I was in a position to watch.
My lips are swollen, and my skin is marked with fingerprints, beard burn and little love bites.
My mind feels hazy and sated in a way I’ve never experienced.
What happens when the sun comes up? When I have to walk back into the house on shaky legs, pretending this was a wild dream?
When I go back to my normal life of work, responsibilities, and my mother’s expectations, and try to forget how it felt to be owned and praised and filled by two sun-browned cowboys who looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen?
The ache in my chest returns, sharper now.
I knew it would come. I’ve never been able to fuck and forget. With intimacy comes connection. Their praise and tenderness, interwoven with their passion, only made it stronger.
But for these last quiet minutes, wrapped safely between their warm, solid bodies, I push the worry away. I let myself savor the feeling of being held. I let their low voices wash over me with more soft praise and gentle touches.
“Damn, Janey,” Mason says, voice low and gravel-rough, but warm with a softer tone beneath.
“You took all that like a damn champion. Most girls would’ve tapped out after the first round.
That took real strength, sweetheart. Real trust. Makes a man feel ten feet tall knowing you gave it to us so sweet. ”
Brookes hums in agreement, his big hand cupping my hip possessively.
“She’s tougher than she looks. Brave little thing.
” He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a teasing drawl.
“And fuck, look at you now… all flushed and marked up. Prettiest damn sight I’ve seen in years.
You’re beautiful when you let go, Janey.
Real beautiful. Makes me wanna keep you right here and never let the sun finish rising. ”
Mason chuckles softly, the sound rumbling under my cheek.
“He’s right. You’re a goddamn vision, sweetheart.
Messy hair, freckles on those pink cheeks, lips all swollen from sucking me so good.
Strong and soft at the same time. Not many women could handle what we did and still look at us with those honey eyes. ”
I feel my face heat all over again, but the words settle warm and golden in my chest.
Brookes gives my hip a gentle squeeze. “Rest now, darlin’. You earned it. We’ve got you.”
One wild night.
It’s what I wanted. But right now, held between them, it doesn’t feel like nearly enough.
It feels like the beginning of something I wish I didn’t have to walk away from.