20. The Revelation #2
“Look at this,” he says. “Three sinners in a church.”
Lachlan smiles, smile dark. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”
Hunter crosses to me, grabs my jaw, and kisses me hard, his tongue inside my mouth before I can react. He tastes different—darker, heavier. His hands are on my hips, then my ass, and I’m lifted just enough that my feet leave the floor.
Lachlan moves behind me, and the two of them pass me back and forth like a bottle at a frat party.
“Tell me you want it,” Hunter says, his breath hot in my ear.
I nod, but it’s not enough. “Yes,” I whisper, “please, Daddy—“
He bends me over the edge of the robe shelf, the fabric soft but the wood beneath hard and unyielding. My dress rides up, and I’m glad I wore black panties but it’s pointless—Hunter peels them aside, exposing my pussy to the cold air and the heat of his gaze.
“Good girl,” he says, and then I hear him unzipping. His cock is pressed against my ass, and there’s a split second where I’m terrified—what if someone walks in, what if the archbishop himself comes to check the vestments—but the terror just turns me on more.
“Open up,” Hunter growls. “You’re going to take Daddy’s cock in your ass tonight. Right here, in God’s house.”
I moan, too loud, and he clamps a hand over my mouth.
Lachlan steps in front of me, unbuckling his pants with slow, theatrical care.
He’s already hard, the head of his cock dark with arousal.
He threads his fingers into my hair, tips my head up, and then slides his cock past my lips, slow but not gentle.
My mouth is filled, my jaw aching in the best way.
He holds me there, just breathing and watching my eyes until I blink, tears welling.
Behind me, Hunter slicks his cock with spit, then lines it up with my asshole. “Relax, baby girl,” he rasps, but it’s not a suggestion. “You love being fucked in the ass. You’re our little buttslut, remember?”
I do love being fucked in the ass now, and I’ve serviced them many times with my tight little knot, but still, each time takes my by surprise.
Hunter’s huge, and the stretch is always so much.
He pushes in, one thick inch at a time, and I’m shaking, my hands white-knuckled on the wood of the shelf as my rim stretches, my asshole straining to take his length.
I want to scream but all I can do is whimper around the cock in my mouth.
“Mmmph!” I squeal. “Ummmph!”
“That’s it,” Hunter says, his voice all praise and violence. “Take my cock inside your hungry asshole, sweetheart. You have a slutty butt that craves Daddy’s cock. Take every inch until I’m balls deep.”
Meanwhile, Lachlan moves in rhythm with Hunter, pushing deeper into my mouth as Hunter sinks into my ass. I’m impaled, pinned, filled in both ends, and the sensation of being spit-roasted is like a drug.
“Fuuuuuck,” Hunter rasps as he sinks all the way into my anus. “Goddamn.”
“You’re such a good little slut,” Lachlan murmurs. “God made you for this.”
My vision is swimming as drool slips off my chin. The tears are real now, but it’s perfect. I’m split and owned and I want it to last forever.
Hunter grins, relentless as always. Now, he’s fucking my ass with slow, brutal thrusts. “You love it,” he says. “You love being our little anal whore, don’t you?”
I try to nod, and Lachlan laughs. “She can’t answer you right now, bro. She’s got other things in her mouth.”
Hunter speeds up, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the stone. “She doesn’t need to. I can feel her asshole sucking me in each time. Goddamn, you’re such a fucking slut with this hungry asshole desperate for dick all the time!”
The dirty words are so rude, but I love it. I whine and moan, big breasts shaking as I’m violated again and again, choking on the cock in my throat. The pleasure is overwhelming, a spiral that tightens and tightens until it explodes, my vision going black.
“Unnnh!” I scream helplessly, eyes rolling up into the back of my head. “Mmmmph!”
My whole body spasms, my asshole clamping down on Hunter’s cock as he groans, violently milking him.
“Fuck!” he cries. “Oh shit shit shit! I’m going to lose it!”
Meanwhile, a second orgasm overtakes me. My cunt is empty but I feel it clench, then gush with honeyed nectar even as my asshole seizes on Hunter again. I must scream, because Lachlan grunts and pulls out, stroking his shaft as hot cream sprays on my face.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart. You were always meant to be facialized and creamed hard.”
I can’t see, the globs of semen coating my lashes and making them stick together, but I don’t care because Hunter’s still pounding away in my ass. The big man lasts a second longer, then slams all the way in and floods me with hot spunk, the heat of his come searing my rectum.
“Fuck!” he roars, his voice bouncing off the walls. “Oh shit, you’re such a fucking butt slut!”
He holds me there, bent and used, his penis pulsing spray after spray of virile spunk into my asshole until the tremors pass.
“Fuck,” he bites out again, balls emptying into my dirty space. “Goddamn.”
We remain still for a moment, panting and trembling, our raspy breaths loud in the small room. But to my surprise, the men aren’t done yet. Lachlan takes a seat on a small folding chair, and to my surprise, he’s still hard.
“Come here,” he growls, beckoning.
I stare at him.
“You can’t be serious.”
“But I am,” he rasps, blue eyes gleaming. “We’re not done with you yet. You’re our little slut, and we want you overflowing with semen before we go back out there. This fucking party is too boring otherwise.”
“But we just—!”
My words are cut off because Hunter’s picked me up, making me squeal, and deposited me in the blonde man’s lap.
“Oh my god what are you doing?”
“What it looks like,” Hunter rasps, his thick cock in one hand. “You’re about to be anally pounded by both of us.”
I gasp because in seconds, I’m pinned between two hard bodies, slick with sweat and the scent of thick, musky semen all around us. My back presses against Lachlan's broad, bronzed chest, while Hunter's dark, muscular frame looms over me. His blue eyes burn into mine, hungry and demanding.
"You ready for this, little whore? Your asshole’s still hungry, I can tell," Hunter growls, his cock nudging against my already slick entrance. Lachlan grunts in agreement behind me, his thick shaft pressing insistently at the same spot.
Oh my god, is this really happening? I’ve done double vaginal with my lovers several times now, but never this. Oh my god, oh my god. But then sensuality floods my veins, and I know what I want. These men. Both cocks crammed in my asshole until I’m screaming with lust and pleasure.
"Yes," I moan throatily, spreading my legs as wide as they can go while cupping my big breasts in offering. "I want both of you inside my butt. Now."
They share a look over my shoulder, a silent communication that makes my pussy clench with anticipation. Then, as if on cue, they begin to push.
I gasp as the dual pressure builds against my asshole. It's overwhelming, impossibly full, yet I crave more. Hunter's dark hands grip my hips while Lachlan's bronzed fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me wider.
"Fuck, she's tight," Lachlan grunts, pushing deeper.
Hunter chuckles, a low, predatory sound. "Just wait till we're both in. This anal whore is about to be stretched like never before."
My nails dig into Hunter's shoulders as the blunt heads of their cocks finally breach my tight ring of muscle.
“Oh!” I scream. “Oh my god!”
The burn is exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the building pleasure. My eyes roll back as the cocks sink deeper into my ravaged anus, inch by agonizing inch.
"Such a greedy little buttslut," Hunter murmurs, nipping at my neck. "Taking both our cocks at once like a good little whore.”
My response is a choked moan as they finally seat themselves fully inside me. Oh my god, how can they both fit? I'm completely filled, my butt stretched to the limit, and it's the most intensely pleasurable sensation I've ever experienced.
"Oh my god," I whine breathlessly. "Unnnnh!”
The men chuckle.
“It only gets better, sweetheart. Hold on.”
Hunter pulls out slightly as Lachlan pushes in, then reverse. The rhythm is perfect, a friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My clit throbs untouched as they fuck my ass in rhythm together, their balls slapping against my skin with each thrust.
"Feel that, Stella?" Lachlan grunts in my ear. "Two cocks pounding your tight little rear end. You love it, don't you?"
"God yes," I whimper, my back arching. "Harder. Fuck me harder. Trash my ass, Daddies! Use my holes to make yourself feel good!"
They oblige, their movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. I can feel their cocks twitching inside me, swelling with impending release.
"Come for us, buttslut," Hunter pants, his eyes locked on mine. "Show us how much you love being our anal whore."
His words are my undoing. I shatter, pleasure exploding through me as my body convulses between them. My asshole clenches around their cocks, milking them as I scream their names.
“Hunter! Lachlan! Ohhhhhh!”
They follow me over the edge almost immediately. My uncle groans, burying himself deep as he empties into my ass, hot swells of semen overflowing me. Lachlan follows suit, powerful pulses of cum flooding my already overstretched hole until I’m dripping with their combined man milk.
We collapse in a sweaty, panting heap. For a moment, I remain impaled on their softening cocks, basking in the post-orgasmic glow. Then they pull out, and I feel the immediate loss.
"What a mess," Hunter observes with a smirk as thick streams of their combined release begin to ooze from my well-used asshole. "Dripping with our come, just the way I like it."
Lachlan traces the fluid with his finger, pushing some back inside. "Our little anal whore," he agrees, "marked and claimed."