by Mina Carter
The boys, my boys, moved around me, moved me. From lying on the couch I found myself on my hands and knees with Gran’s cock now waving enticingly in front of my face. My mouth watered as I eyed the thick length. Nestled at the juncture of his thighs, it arched proudly up toward his stomach, proclaiming his masculinity in a bold arc. I didn’t need a written invitation.
Familiar hands wrapped around my hips as I swiped my tongue over the bulbous head. It was thick and broad, flushed purple with his arousal. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, teasing me as it built. Using my tongue to lap it up, his taste exploded in my mouth. Slightly salty with a musky male undertone, and something else, like the hint of sun-warmed dust, hit my taste buds. That little something that told me the man whose cock I was sucking wasn’t human. Moaning in pleasure, I bobbed my head and took him deep, sucking as I did so. A growl of approval reached my ears, and a large hand wrapped around my hair, holding me in place as I sucked and nibbled along his length.
Behind me, Cal ran the head of his cock along the groove of my pussy, pressing against my sensitive and well-worked clit. My pussy lips felt slightly swollen from the attention they’d already received from both men, but my cunt ached, grasping around nothing. I needed to be filled. To feel Cal slide into me, thrust into me hard or slow, I didn’t care which, and stretch me out as he normally did. Had I said gargoyles were big already? I wiggled my hips, desperate for a feel of cock, and he didn’t disappoint. Within a heartbeat, it was pressing against the entrance to my cunt, and he started to push in.
I loved how Cal fucked me. I never knew what to expect. One time he’d fuck me hard and fast, taking me in a frenzy that left me feeling used and abused in the most delightful way, and the next, he’d torture me with slow sweetness until even the slightest movement of his cock had me coming over and over again.
This time I wanted fast. Hard and fast. I wanted to be fucked over and over again, by both of them. As though he read my mind, Cal grabbed my hips and shoved into me in one rough movement, forcing my body to stretch around his thick shaft and accept him. I mewled in need and sucked hard on the cock between my lips.
Then the game was on in earnest, Cal setting up a hard and fast pace that I knew from past experience would have me screaming in ecstasy in short minutes. I spread my legs wider for him, knees sticking, then sliding across the warm leather of the couch, running my tongue down the underside of Gran’s shaft. I wanted to touch him, but couldn’t, not with Cal pounding into me from behind, pushing me onto his cock. Instead, I gripped the edge of the cushion and revelled in their dual assault. A familiar tension wrapped me in its seductive coils. My pussy clenched, clit throbbing in unison, as each heavy thrust and withdrawal had me yearning for the peak again.
“That’s it,” Cal murmured, his deep voice reassuring and sexy as hell, words punctuated by the hard pump of his hips and the slap of skin against skin. “Take us both, babe. Two thick cocks filling you up… You love it, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. His low words, dirty words, pushed me up and over the edge faster than a jet-propelled lemming. Stars exploded behind my eyes as the tension peaked—snapped—and my body went up in flames. Pulse after pulse of sensation rolled through me, starting deep within and radiating outward, pure pleasure tightening around my clit like an iron band.
Dimly, I was aware of Gran pulling from my lips as I moaned bonelessly, a male voice behind me swearing. My pussy tensed and contracted in rhythmic waves as it milked his cock relentlessly, tempting him to follow me into bliss.
“No, not just yet,” he whispered and pulled out. I pouted at the loss of the delightful fullness as he turned me over. His eyes were warm with passion and something else—something deeper. A knee between my thighs, he leaned down and claimed my lips with a torrid kiss. Hard and demanding, it spoke of possession and ownership. As though he were branding me, claiming me as his as his brother watched.
By the time he lifted his head, my breathing was ragged and I was on the verge of yanking him down onto the couch to start all over again.
“Let Gran look after you.” He dropped another brief, firm kiss on my lips and stood, cock still proud and erect. He hadn’t come yet. One thing I’d learnt in the past six months was that gargoyles had more stamina than a commando or a marathon runner. More than both put together.
A quick, hot look and he was gone, his brother settling into the rapidly cooling place on the leather next to me. Silence reigned as we looked at each other. Awkwardness made itself known, shoving its nose in where it wasn’t wanted, now that Cal had left the room.
He moved first, reaching a large hand up to cup my cheek. I appreciated that. After what we’d already done, I expected him to paw and grope me, get his cock inside me as quickly as possible and pump away like the Love Express to get his rocks off. Rocks off. Gargoyle. Get it? God, I kill myself sometimes.
“So pretty and soft,” he rasped, awe on his face as he stroked my skin. That kind of adoration and the sheer loneliness echoed in his eyes was hard to resist. From what Cal had told me, these guys had been locked in stone for centuries. Aware and desperately longing to join the world around them, but unable to.
“Want to…love you.”
Colour hit his cheeks above the vicious scar, but he held my gaze levelly. My heart melted. Not because it sounded as if he’d said he loved me—rather he wanted to love me, to have sex—but because he hadn’t assumed. Because he’d asked permission.
I nodded, unable to answer past the thickness in my throat, but it didn’t matter. Words weren’t needed. As carefully as though I were made of the finest china, he lifted me bodily to straddle his hips. A flush washed over me, staining my skin scarlet as he studied every inch revealed to him. From my naked, ample breasts with their dusky, pink nipples, down over a soft stomach that refused to tone no matter how many sit ups I threw at it, to my parted thighs where my pussy quivered with anticipation.
“Beautiful.” His voice was a soft murmur as he traced my lips with a finger before running it down my breast to circle a puckered nipple. I held still as he explored, testing the weight of my breasts in his hands before one hand smoothed over my stomach and downward.
I bit my lip, mangling the soft flesh as his fingers slid between my legs. With a confident sweep, he found my clit and rubbed in small, maddening circles. My hips bucked. Small stars burst in my veins like the fizz in expensive champagne.
“Hot and wet.”
He slid a thick finger deep into my needy cunt, then added a second easily as the fire in his eyes blazed. Nerves assailed me as I looked down at his rigid cock. Cal had already given me a good fucking, and stretched me out, but either Gran was built bigger than his brother was, or he’d decided to ramp his cock up to inhuman proportions to outdo him.
Opening my mouth to caution him that it wouldn’t fit, I didn’t get a chance to speak. Gran surged up against me, claiming my lips with an insistent kiss. We hadn’t kissed before, but I opened up at the first brush of his tongue, nibbling and sucking on it as he pushed into my mouth to taste me. As we kissed, he shifted his hips and fitted his cock against me.
The thick head felt huge. I stiffened, a whimper escaping only to be smothered against his lips. He rocked against me, his cock testing and stretching the entrance to my pussy. I was wet, my channel slick with the juices of my earlier releases. A gasp hissed from me as he slipped half an inch in, the intrusion burning as my delicate sheath was forced wide open. I started to panic, but his hard hands on my hips stopped me from lifting off him. I couldn’t take it, he was just too big.
“Shh…slow…” he promised, snaking a hand between us to caress my clit. Excitement and deep, dark need welled up, dragging my nerves off into a dark place somewhere and clubbing them to death as he carried on kissing me, gently rubbing my clit. Gargoyles were devious like that. They’d distract you, got you so worked up you’d agree to anything they wanted.
As the ache deep within grew and expanded again,
he started to rock. Gentle little movements of his hips as he worked his way inside me. A large hand in the small of my back helped, easing me down and impaling me on his thick shaft. The burning abated, leaving behind a feeling of being filled, stretched so wide I didn’t know where I stopped and he began.
He broke away and looked deep into my eyes. “Feel good?”
I nodded, releasing the breath I’d held and rolled my hips. We both groaned at the pleasure as his cock shifted and stroked within me, pressing against nerve endings I didn’t know I had. His fingers at my clit pulled away, but it didn’t matter. Once we started to move, I didn’t need the extra stimulation. Eager for more, I lifted off his cock until he almost slipped free of my slick channel.
Big hands closed over my hips and shoved me back down. Spearing me on his dick. I closed my eyes, head dropped back as a guttural moan escaped. Gran shifted under me, his warm lips closing around one of my nipples as I rode him, his rigid cock spearing me again and again. The slick, wet sounds of sex filled the room as he drove up into my pussy, stretching me, using me hard and fast until I never wanted him to stop.
“Fuck…I love seeing you like this.” The leather dipped beside us as Cal’s hand stroked the length of my back. “Lean forward, babe. I want to watch…see his cock sliding in and out of your sweet little cunt. How’s she feel, Gran? Good as I said?”
The man beneath me nodded, bright colour across his cheeks as he shifted sideways on the couch and away from Cal, pulling me with him. Gran’s large hand at the nape of my neck pulled me down and across his hard body, breasts squashed against his chest, so he could take my lips again. He nibbled and teased until I was writhing against him, my sensitive nipples abraded in the most delightful way by his sparse chest hair. His tongue thrust into my mouth as he spread my legs wider, forcing them apart to afford Cal a better view.
A harsh intake of breath from behind me said Cal liked what he saw.
“Fuck…yeah, that’s good. You like that, Iliona? Like being fucked like that? By a thick gargoyle cock?”
His voice wrapped around me, a low rumble of temptation as he uttered not sweet nothings, but dirty nothings. Gran didn’t stop moving, his cock pistoning in and out as he kissed me. I broke away from his lips, everything too much for me to handle as Cal’s hands joined the fray, smoothing up and down my back, cupping my hips before moving on to draw little circles on the rounded globes of my ass.
“You like cock, don’t you? More than one cock…taking both of us earlier really got you going, didn’t it?”
It was dirty talk worthy of the most sluttish porn film, the kind of stuff I’d normally laugh at, but it was as if time and reality had been put on hold. Not only did I not laugh, but the words, uttered in Cal’s sexy-as-sin voice, added an edge of heat to my blood that threatened to scorch me from the inside out.
The couch dipped again and Cal’s chest brushed against my back as he leaned in to kiss the top of my shoulder. His cock fitted against the groove of my ass, sending a spike of dark, forbidden need spiralling through me. I knew where this was going. I was going to get properly fucked. By both of them. At the same time.
And fuck me, I wanted it. Wanted Cal to spread me wide and press his hard length up against my rosebud. Chills hit me, the ache deep within, the need to be totally filled by two hard dicks warring with that last bastion of “good behaviour.” Sure, I liked fucking, but that was normal, healthy, even when the guy in question was more than human. But two guys, at the same time? That was leaping both feet first into “bad girl” territory.
Who was I kidding? If wanting two men as hot as my guys was bad, then I was a total slut, and proud of it.
Arching my back as Cal’s lips trailed down it, I managed to wriggle against his thick cock. The movement had me rocking in whole new and interesting ways around Gran’s. He groaned and thrust up harder, the broad head of his cock kissing my cervix. I broke away from his lips to turn to kiss Cal.
His familiar taste exploded on my tongue as he rubbed his erection against me, the thick length parting my ass and turning me on all the more. Nipping my bottom lip with a chuckle, he pulled back and swept a finger down my spine, shivers following the gentle stroke. That was what got me about these two. They could easily break me in half, use me so hard I wouldn’t survive the onslaught, but they didn’t. They were gentle and kind, in a way that human men, so full of their own egos, just weren’t. No get on, pump until they’d come, roll over, fart and sleep for these guys. They didn’t consider they’d had sex unless they’d made their woman come at least three times.
Cal moved away and I shivered, feeling the loss of his heat against my back. Less than three breaths later, he was back. Gentle fingers parted my ass, opening me up totally. I shivered as cooler air washed over my nether region, but that was nothing compared to what came next.
There was a squirt, and cool gel dropped into the groove of my ass. Lube. Cal had set this up all right. Down to recovering the stuff from my bedside drawer where it lived with the now defunct “Mr. Buzzy.” I groaned, my cunt clenching around Gran’s cock as Cal smoothed it down between the cheeks, fingering my ass with a thick digit. Excitement coursed through me as he circled, working the lube into the puckered rose of my butt.
He pressed in gently. I stopped breathing, latching on to my bottom lip with my teeth as he circled again, stretching me, opening and lubing me up for what was to come. We’d played this way before…a little. Never all the way. Talk about running before you could walk. Instead of bursting that particular cherry slowly, with one cock, and perhaps the aid of fingers, we were going straight for two-up. Stuffed with cock. I never said I was sane, and this just proved it. It really felt too good not to.
He slid in to the second knuckle, and dimly, I was aware that Gran had slowed almost to a stop. Tiny movements of his hips, and his cock seated deep within me, kept me on the edge as Cal worked the lube into my ass. It felt good. Dark and forbidden, but fuck-me-harder good, and I wanted more.
Arching my back, I thrust back in invitation. Both men growled, an auditory feedback that told me my eagerness was turning them both on.
“That’s it, baby, we’re gonna fuck you, long and hard. Fill you with cock until you scream.”
Cal’s words were rasped now, the sound of stone on stone as he lost the ability to “sound” human. I smiled, that fact more than anything telling me how juiced up he was. My breathing came in ragged pants, sweat sliding down the curve of my back as he circled once more and pulled out in a slither of sensation. Sharp disappointment at the loss made me pout, but already, he was moving.
His thighs pressed against the back of mine, hands on my ass again as he parted me. I stopped breathing altogether as the thick head of his cock pressed against my rear entrance. He’d lubed me up well, my rosebud proving too slick as he slipped off target. I hissed a little, but they were both there instantly, large hands smoothing my skin in reassurance as Cal repositioned himself.
Underneath, Gran moved and slid a hand between us, the tip of one large finger finding and flickering over my clit. Feeling neglected, it blossomed with sensation and I moaned as the hard tension within me ramped up another notch. He grinned, his eyes dark with lust as he circled the small bundle of flesh and started to drive me nuts.
Pleasure and need coiled within me, twisting with each circle of the finger on my clit, sending me into a tailspin as Cal pressed into my ass again. He didn’t miss this time. The thick, bulbous head of his prick breeched my ass easily, slipping past the initial tightness with a slight sting and burn.
I froze. Sucked a breath in as my world narrowed down to the cocks in my cunt and ass. I throbbed in unison with Gran’s finger on my clit. Cal was too big, and with Gran in me as well, it felt as if they’d spilt me in two. I shifted, trying to pull away, but that just made the cock in my ass slide half an inch deeper. Half inch of burning and absolute pleasure.
“Oh, god...more.” The groan was dragged from the depths of my soul, a prima
l demand I couldn’t control. I moved, driving myself down on Gran’s cock as Cal pulled back. Mindlessly searching for more sensation and knowing they could provide it for me. Then they switched, taking over. Gran pulled back as Cal surged into my ass. Alternating—sliding in as the other slid out.
I urged them on, pressing my ass back into Cal before grinding my pelvis against Gran. The sensation of being filled full, two thick cocks stuffing my body to capacity, rendered me incapable of thought. All I wanted was more as they picked the pace up, fucking me hard as skin slapped against skin. Soft moans became demands, deep male groans became grunts.
The tension within me built tighter and higher, climbing and climbing until I couldn’t take any more. I gasped and stiffened, my body hovering on the very peak of earth-shattering pleasure. Cal leaned forward, his lips gentle on the side of my neck. Then he thrust, filling my ass with his thick erection and tumbling me over the edge into pure ecstasy.
I screamed, nails digging into Gran’s muscled arms as my body convulsed around them both, cunt gripping and milking Gran’s cock as Cal roared and pounded my ass. Three heavy strokes and he slammed in and stiffened, his white-hot seed coating the inside of my rear passage. Gran was half a second behind, his blue eyes wide and unseeing as he groaned, chords standing out in his neck as he thrust one last time. His cock jerked and pulsed deep within me, bathing my cervix in heat.
Boneless, I collapsed onto his chest to ride out the waves of pure bliss rolling through me. Wrung out, I moaned softly as Cal stroked my back for long moments. Wrapped in the arms of my gargoyle lovers, I felt safe, at home.
Gently, they slipped from me, Cal cleaning himself up as Gran turned to sit up and tucked me gently into his side. Within a heartbeat, Cal was on the other side, claiming my lips in a tender kiss that almost brought me to tears.