To our surprise, Mercy doesn’t protest. Instead, the curvy girl gets a devilish look in her blue eyes even as her breasts rise and fall with excitement.
“Is that right?” she purrs. “You want a very special type of concert?”
My shaft jerks and spurts a bit, and to relieve the pressure. I unbutton my jeans and pull down my zip, letting the huge rod out. My brother’s done the same, and soon, the beautiful woman has two powerful ten-inchers pointed straight at her, gleaming with moisture at the tip. She eyes them hungrily and looks about to lean over to give them a deep lick, but then she stops herself and stands up next to the couch.
“I think I can do that for you,” she says in a melodious coo. “Watch, boys, as Mercy gives you a good show.”
With that, she dances around a bit with the flute in one hand. Holy shit. I never thought a woman could be this sensuous because Mercy’s blown away every boundary that ever existed. She’s taken two men like a champion, and now that we’ve presented her with this new challenge, she’s facing it like a pro. As we watch, she prances around the living room, undulating with those generous curves as our rods continue to drip with need.
Looking over at us, she giggles a bit, shimmying so that her tits jiggle entrancingly, and then comes to stand between us on the couch. Never dropping our gazes, she lifts the flute to her mouth, but instead of playing a few notes, the curvy girl licks the side of the silver instrument, lubing it up with her saliva.
“Are you ready?” she coos again, batting her lashes at us.
By now, both my brother and I have our hands on our huge rods, stroking them up and down. I can’t help it. Mercy is too entrancing and I need her so bad. But she knows exactly how to work us, and with another giggle, she lifts her right leg so that her foot’s on the seat of the couch, showing us that slick, pink slit between her thighs.
“Oooh, this is going to feel good,” she moans with another giggle. Then, without any hesitation whatsoever, Mercy brings the silver instrument to her pink pussy and begins rubbing it against her hole and getting it lubed up.
“Mmm,” she moans with delight. “It feels so good!”
But she doesn’t stop there. Sure enough, those sensuous rubs take a different angle, and within a minute or so, that silver tube is disappearing into her pinkness. We watch with astonishment. She’s so slick, tight, and wet, and the flute looks absolutely disgusting disappearing into her slick folds. She’s getting stretched and yet it’s clear she likes it. Mercy moans again, her breasts trembling, pausing for a moment.
“You like what you see?” she whispers, the flute pressed in about five inches.
“We like it very much,” I growl in return. “Now put it all in you.”
Of course, Mercy can’t take the entire twenty-five-inch flute into her snatch. But she throws her head back and continues inserting it as my brother and I watch with hungry eyes, our fists squelching up and down the length of our shafts. Holy shit, how did we find such a dirty girl? She’s everything we’ve ever wanted, and as the silver instrument disappears into her twat, I know we need to keep her with us for as long as possible.
Finally, the flute is edged all the way in. There are about ten inches buried in her sweetness, and Mercy lets out another ecstatic moan of pleasure.
“It feels so good,” she breathes. “So GOOD!”
My hand creeps over to the flute and takes it from her, before pulling out the shiny, slick instrument, and then pushing it back into her tight hole.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I growl. “Oh shit, this is so fucking dirty.”
She merely throws her head back and cups her breasts, as if offering them to us for our pleasure. Immediately, I latch on, but Derek holds back. Instead, he reaches one hand in back of Mercy and slowly begins to rub her back hole. Her eyes fly open with surprise.
“I know, sweetheart, you’ve never done this before. But you have three holes, and we want to use all of them. With Mr. Flute here, Drake and I can plug them all up just fine. Drake,” he instructs. “Use her mouth while I get in position.”
I pop off her nipple and then slowly get up next to Mercy. Like a good girl, she doesn’t have to be told what to do. Immediately she leans over and sucks my giant shaft between that pink pout and hot jism pulses in my balls.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. “Oh shit.”
Meanwhile, Derek’s fingered her back pucker open, and he gets up on the couch behind her.
“This is going to be tight,” he rasps, “but you’re going to like it, sweetheart. You ready to be plugged full?”
Mercy can’t answer because her mouth’s currently consuming my man meat, but she nods even as the flute is thrust deeper into her sweet twat.
“Good,” rasps Derek. “Here it comes, baby girl.”
He edges forward, and I can almost feel that hot, heavy rod making entry into her coffee pucker. Mercy squeals for a moment, going completely still, but then she relaxes a bit, and I see Derek’s head drop backwards as he makes headway into her bottom chamber.
“That a girl,” he rasps. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight back here!”
Mercy pauses for a moment on my shaft, but then her suction starts again, even stronger than before.
“Keep going,” I command my brother. “Her lips get so tight the deeper you go back there.”
A flush descends on Derek’s cheeks and he nods. Then he grabs Mercy’s hips and slowly, eases the rest of the way into her sweet, round bottom.
“Unnnh,” is her musical moan from around my rod. “Mmmm.”
I can barely even think because the dirty sight is absolutely mindblowing. Mercy’s being stuffed by the two of us, one at each end: me in her mouth and my brother in her dark channel. But that’s not it; she’s also easing the flute in and out of her swollen twat as we drill her, and quickly reaching a peak.
“Mmm!” she moans as the flute goes in and out faster and faster, shiny with female nectar. “Ummph!”
My brother pushes more insistently into that marble peach even as I begin to pound her mouth. Saliva drips down Mercy’s chin, yet if anything, she welcomes the penetration like a wanton woman.
“Good god,” rasps Derek, clearly about to blow. “Oh SHIT!”
As if on cue, all three of us erupt at once. Mercy screams and wails, her sounds muffled on the hardness stuffed into her mouth. But her body convulses as she clamps down with pleasure on the rods crammed in her two holes.
“Mmmmph!” she squeals again. “Unnnh!”
Meanwhile, I can’t control myself. I’m blasting seed by the gallon down her throat, and there’s so much that it literally spills from her lips, even as Mercy tries to suck it all down. Meanwhile, Derek is spraying hot reams of jism into her asshole, cursing up a storm as that coffee pucker pulses around his enormous snake.
“Fuck!” he shouts. “Shit shit shit!”
It’s amazing. Our sweet girl, who was innocent when we met her, has just been defiled by both of us at once. Not only that, but she let us take her with a flute in her sweetest spot. How did we get so lucky? Not only does Mercy have her mind in the gutter, but she also has the curvy body to satisfy us, and now, we’ll never let her go.