Hunter set her down on the treatment table and she saw Brock anxiously waiting in the corner. “You look beautiful Milala. Are you ready for me?”
Violet nodded her head not knowing how to explain the new sense of need she felt inside. She hoped that Brock could fill it. Before he left Hunter kissed her lips softly.
Brock picked up the mask he had set out and walked towards her. Since she knew who they were she didn’t understand why he had the mask in his hand.
“Brock, could we do this without the mask? I want to see your face and hear your voice. I’m burning for you.” She opened her legs to show her need.
Brock looked at the mask and back at her. “The mask is vital in the energy release. It helps you feel what your body needs.”
“Please Brock,” she begged. “I want you not the mask.”
Brock looked down once more and reluctantly set it back down. “Of course, if that’s what you want. I’d do anything for you Milala.”
She beamed. “What does Milala mean?”
“I guess the closest translation is ‘my lighted one’.” Violet couldn’t believe he thought that she brought light. It was them that seemed to bring all the light.
Brock slipped off his shirt and began to unbutton his pants when he suddenly stopped. He looked up with a worried expression. “Violet I think you know that I have two penises. I know you felt them last night. They are bigger than usual. Please just listen to your body, you were made to take me. This is going to be amazing.”
He let his pants fall down and she instantly struggled for breath. The first cock was so long and thick, she almost passed out. That was never going to fit, she thought discouraged. A few inches underneath that was another cock that was just as big. Those are supposed to go in me?
As she stared the cocks started to rise. Are they getting bigger? She thought with a gulp.
Brock walked over to the table and raised it until her core was aligned with his. He set her arms above her head and locked her hands in. He then lifted up each leg and placed them on the rests and locked those as well.
He arranged himself between her legs with an excited look. He seemed to be having just as hard a time breathing. Her eyes couldn’t stop staring at his huge rods. His hands softly came up her stomach until they rested on her breasts. He squeezed gently and caressed them slowly. Brock’s fingers played with her so beautifully that she almost forgot her fears. He brought a hand down and touched her swollen clit. She was so sensitive from her preparations that she convulsed right away.
As she was coming down from the amazing climax, Brock set his cocks to her entrances and pushed in. He placed both hands back on her breasts and massaged and stimulated her. She was so hot that she couldn’t stop quivering. This was going to be okay she said to herself, this was going to be okay. He drove in a few more inches and she felt the heat rising within her powerfully. Another few inches glided in and filled her holes.
Suddenly a picture of what was pushing in her flashed into her mind. He’s so huge she thought. She can’t take him. She needs more time! Her body started to reject his invasion. He thrust in more, but he couldn’t seem to get further. She was pushing him back.
“I can’t do it, I’m sorry Brock.” Violet said with tears in her eyes leaning up on the table. The heat was so overwhelming, but she couldn’t stop staring at his huge cocks, and there was so much of him still not in her.
Brock looked at her and said, “Yes you can. Just be patient, we can do it.”
“You’re just too big. They won’t fit!”
“Yes they will, we just need to try harder. You’ve taken more than this before.” He tried to adjust the angle and brought the bed up higher.
“Please Brock!” she said pleading, “Please, can’t we stop? Just... just for a little bit?”
He looked at her with frustration straining on his face. “I feel the heat building up within you. We can’t stop, you have to understand that we can’t stop now!” he said harshly.
She felt like he slapped her with his response. Why was he not listening to her pleas? She just needed a moment to come to terms with this. To figure out if there was a better way. She looked away as the tears continued down her face. Wouldn’t he at least talk to her? She just needed a minute. She felt him try to drive in more and tried to calm her body. It was no use though as she looked at his huge members penetrating her.
Violet felt like a failure, she wanted this so much, but she really didn’t see how it was possible. She pleaded again, “Please Brock, please do something,”
“We need Vincent.” he said bitterly.
Brock started to shout in a language she didn’t understand. Within seconds Vincent came crashing in.
He saw Violet’s tears and quickly turned to where Brock was lodged inside her. “What’s going on?”
“She needs help brother. If we stop now I’m not sure if she’ll be okay. The heat is just sitting there burning her up and she can’t release it. You have to help her!”
“Yes, of course.” He looked at Violet and then turned back to Brock. “Why didn’t you put the mask on her?” he asked severely.
“I thought...I thought maybe she didn’t need it.” Brock said quietly.
“Are you crazy? Perhaps next time she might not, but the first time with you it’s imperative that she’s deprived of her sight! Look at her! Her eyes are overruling her body. Her body knows you are made for her.” Vincent quickly went over to the table and picked up the mask.
“No I don’t want it.” Violet said tearfully as she looked at the mask Vincent was holding.
Vincent stared into her eyes and asked, “Do you want this to happen?”
She nodded.
“Then you will wear the mask!”
He walked around to the top of the table as she lay her head back down. He placed the soft mask on her and instantly her eyes were covered in darkness. She felt the heat that had been building up that she missed earlier, but she also felt Brock still inside her pushing his way in.
She was quickly distracted by a feeling on her face. Vincent’s hands started to stroke her cheeks. A cooling sensation eased over her body. She also felt her mind start to wander. Memories of earlier when Vincent, Troy, and Hunter were preparing her slammed into her mind, and she felt the need start to rise. Her body ached from the memory.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked feverishly.
“Just relax. I’m helping your body accept Brock.” Vincent said.
Violet appreciated that she could actually hear him, not a voice in the mask. But that answer wouldn’t do. She felt again Brock pushing inside her and shouted, “No, no they won’t fit!” I just need a little more time¸ she thought.
“Yes they can, Violet! Just feel and let me help you.” Vincent said powerfully.
The cooling sensation swam over her senses. She also felt the double pressure down below. They were easing in more effortlessly than before though. Her body was accepting them, just like Vincent said. She forced herself to relax and instantly felt her body soften. She was made for this, she reminded herself. The more the pressure increased, the more she realized that it felt good. It felt more than good, her body felt amazing!
“Yes, that’s it. Feel what your body is trying to say.” Vincent’s hands crawled down her face to her neck. She shivered at the energy flowing from them. They continued their path until they rested on her breasts. The cooling hands caressed and moved her swollen chest. It felt so good. Brock entered a few more inches, but she needed more. She was desperate for all of him.
“Please, please I need more. I need more,” she whispered while thrashing under the delicious feelings.
“And more you shall have,” Brock said forcefully.
Violet felt the double members enter further and further. She was going to break into two, but she didn’t want it to stop, she couldn’t have it stop. A craving for all of him completely dominated her feelings and she needed to be one with Brock
“You are almost there, go ahead and come if you need to.” Vincent said gently.
Her body came immediately as if she was waiting for his command. She felt the last inches slip in and she convulsed again.
“I’m all the way in,” Brock said with relief in his voice. “I’m going to rest here a minute while you get used to the size.” Brock stopped moving.
“No, you must move,” she begged. She tried to push up, but he was holding her tight.
“Patience, my dear,” Vincent said. He grasped more tightly around her breasts, massaging and kneading. He used his thumbs to flick over her tight peeks.
She gasped from the sensation and felt two other hands rest on her stomach. They settled softly against her naked skin and felt perfect. She was about to beg again when Brock’s cocks came out and slammed back in.
“Aah!!” she screamed. The sensation of them gliding in and out put her over the edge. She felt the hands on her stomach pulling the heat and replacing it with cold soothing.
“Now, that I’m here I’m not leaving for a while. So came as often as you like.” the husky voice said as he pulled in and out faster, then slower. It was pure heavenly torture! He seemed to be vibrating inside her causing her clit to swell.
Something stroked the swollen nub which caused her to explode again. Every part of her felt so sensitive and in sync to the men’s movements.
This was amazing, she thought. I wonder if it will always be better and better. It was maddening and wonderful!
After coming more times than she thought possible, she felt him speed up again. And the heat came on twice as strong inside. The hands on her stomach pressed down heavily as the heat completely left and the cold soothing took its place. Both feelings twirled and meshed within her body.
She realized that she didn’t think she could stop the climaxes. She just kept coming and coming until she fell into blackness.