His brother follows suit rapidly. His cock, almost fully hard from where he’s been rubbing against me, is not particularly long, but is thicker than any I’ve ever known.
“Suck me,” the blond commands, pressing his helmet to my lips. I open my mouth and take the fat purple head inside. He tastes sweaty and a little sour, but the intensely male aroma of him has its own power to arouse me, and I begin to lick him with an eagerness which surprises me. I lap briefly at the little slit in the tip of his cock, inducing it to weep a tear of salty juice into my throat.
A hand suddenly grabs hold of my pony tail, yanking my head back painfully. Not wanting to be left out, his brother is now demanding that I pay him the same attention. He thrusts his erection into my mouth, causing me to gag as the blunt glans nudges against my soft palate. He does not want gentle strokes of my tongue; instead, he is keeping tight hold of my head, thrusting hard between my lips and effectively fucking my mouth.
The blond soon grows tired of his brother monopolizing my mouth, greedy for the touch of my lips and tongue on his cock once more. As he urges me to blow him again, I take the initiative and grasp a penis in each hand, proceeding to suck and nibble on each one in turn.
I can’t help wondering whether I will be required to suck them both till they climax. Will they make me swallow their loads, or will they spray my face and hair with their come? The question is rendered irrelevant when the dark one pulls right out of my mouth.
Is he going to fuck me now? Suddenly, more than anything, I want to feel that huge cock powering into me. I’m sure that, as far as he is concerned, size is all that matters and technique is an alien concept. To my shame, the thought of being treated as little more than a sex doll by him excites me intensely.
“You take her cunt,” he tells his brother, as though this is an arrangement they make on a regular basis. “I’m having her arse.”
This is something I’m not prepared for. My husband has suggested anal sex on a couple of occasions in the past and I’ve always turned him down. I certainly don’t want my first time to be here, like this – and yet I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to have this man penetrate my forbidden hole.
“You’ve got no problem with me fucking your slut of a wife up the arse, have you?” he calls across to my husband. There is no answer, but the damp spot which is darkening the front of my husband’s trousers tells its own story. What he has already seen has been enough to make him come, without even touching his cock.
“Do you want us to get her nice and wet first?” he continues.
“Yeah, I’m sure he wants to watch that,” his brother replies. “What do you reckon? I’m having her cunt, so I’ll lick that. You want her arse, so you lick that.”
The blond lies on his back, before ordering me to kneel above his face, my rump raised in the air. In this position, my bottom is easily accessible to his brother, and it is his tongue I feel first, snaking out to touch my tight little rosebud. I groan as the blond joins in, licking my crease with rapid strokes of his tongue. In truth, I am in very little need of his attention, my sex already flooding with juice, but I give in eagerly to the feel of two hot mouths working me front and back. I feel the hard tip of a tongue press at my anus, the muscular ring relaxing enough to allow it to penetrate me a little way.
At this point, the two men seem to reach an unspoken agreement, deciding I am ready to take them both. The blond swivels round underneath me, so that now it is the head of his cock that waits at the entrance to my moist channel. Holding my sex lips apart with my fingers, I lower myself down on to the solid column of flesh, feeling it push my rippled walls apart. Once I have taken as much of him as I can comfortably manage, his brother presses his helmet against my other hole. I am aware of a swift pain as my sphincter tries to fight against the unfamiliar intrusion, then he is inside me, stretching my back passage as widely as his brother is stretching me in front.
I have never been so full of flesh, only a thin wall of muscle separating the two cocks. As I begin to ride them both, awkwardly at first, but then beginning to find a rhythm, I give a wild cry, trying to accustom myself to the bizarre new sensations I am experiencing.
As I expected, there is no finesse, just hard, deep thrusting. I reach down between my own body and that of the blond, seeking my clit where it is hidden in the damp folds of my sex flesh and stroke its head in the rapid, circular motions that are guaranteed to bring me to orgasm.
It is the blond who comes first, his long thighs tightening beneath me and his buttocks bunching before he shoots his semen deep inside my pussy. It is enough to trigger my own orgasm, my muscles clenching around the softening cock in my vagina and the still solid one in my anus. His brother follows quickly, unable to resist the pressure of my spasming passage. I can already feel their seed leaking out of me as they slide their softening pricks from my body.
They release my husband from the chair, and tell us we are free to go. They insist on keeping my wet panties as a souvenir, and my husband drapes his jacket round my shoulders to save me having to walk back to the car in just my skirt and bra. As we are leaving the flat, the older brother says, “So we’ll take that as a down payment on what you owe us.” “Yeah,” his brother laughs. “Call it a deposit.” We drive back to the house in silence, unable to talk about what’s just happened. I have been thoroughly, disgracefully used, but sexually I have never felt so alive. And what my husband doesn’t need to know is that I am already planning to visit the Lee brothers again, to see what other depraved things I can do for them to pay off our debts . . .
Endnote
1 This instantly sparks a fantasy of a chance meeting with the old Beat poet – who better to talk to about my reason for being here? But when I offer him sex he reminds me that he’s gay. “If only you were a young boy,” says Ginsberg. I tell him we can pretend but he shakes his head and says: “That will never work.”
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