Chapter Ten

 

 

“What are you doing?” Cherry’s heart jumped into her throat while her hands jumped into Phil’s shorts. “You can’t… please just…”

Her actions contradicted the words. Digging inside Phil’s pants, she brought his cock out and stroked it while Brad forced himself right up inside her.

“No,” Phil grunted, slapping her hands out of the way. “More.”

“More?”

He came so close the smooth fabric of his shirt brushed her pointed nipples, making her shiver. “I want inside you, Cherry.”

Her pussy clenched. “But Brad’s inside me.”

Brad didn’t say a word, just groaned as her pussy tightened around his shaft. He slowed right down, no longer pummeling her cunt, as he waited to see what would happen. Cherry wasn’t exactly sure what Phil had in mind, either.

As Phil unbuttoned his shirt, Brad reached around and took hold of her breasts. From her purse, Cherry extracted the lube she’d stolen from her mother. While her boyfriend tweaked her tits, she squeezed some of the slippery stuff into her palm, then slipped the tube into Brad’s pocket.

Phil gasped when she traced her slick hands up and down his shaft.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Daddy?”

“Daddy,” Brad repeated, just a whisper in her ear.

Phil thrust into her hands and she squeezed him, squeezed his dick so tight she wondered if she was hurting him. But Brad always told her it was impossible to hurt a guy that way, so she went at Phil hard and evoked a big moan.

“Are you gonna come, Daddy?”

“No,” Phil growled, shoving his dickhead right up against her baby-smooth mound. “Not just yet.”

What was he doing? His tip slid down her slit, drizzling precum and lube across her clit.

“Daddy, wait,” Cherry whispered, when she felt him prodding at her pussy. “Brad’s already in there.”

“I noticed.”

Brad groaned, because Phil kept pushing against her, driving Cherry against his body. She fully expected him to say something like, “Wait your turn, old man.” But he didn’t. He didn’t say anything, just panted wretchedly in Cherry’s ear.

She didn’t understand this. Any of it. Why was Phil trying to force his cock in her pussy when she was already full of Brad? Her hands were covered in lube, but she pushed against his bare chest, saying, “There’s no room, Daddy. Brad’s already inside me.”

“I don’t care,” Phil growled. “I’m getting in you, little girl.”

Cherry stopped breathing. He couldn’t mean it, could he? Her pussy was so nice and sweet and tight. Either of their cocks was a snug fit. How could they possibly get in both at once?

“Nooo!” Cherry cried, as Phil’s slick dick slid in beside Brad’s.

Without a word, Brad covered her mouth. His fingers smelled like guitar strings.

“You want me to stop?” Phil asked as he shoved the bulb of his cockhead past the mouth of her cunt.

Cherry screamed into Brad’s hand, but she didn’t answer.

“Want me to stop?” Phil asked again.

Tears welled in her eyes as two cocks stretched her pussy wide, opening her right up. How were they doing this?

“Answer me, Cherry.”

She shook her head, just slightly.

“Did you say no?” Phil urged his dick farther into her snatch, sending streams of pleasure pain crackling through her veins. “You don’t want me to stop? Say the words.”

Brad’s fingers loosened around her lips, enough that she could whimper, “I don’t want you to stop, Daddy.”

Suddenly, the heavy scent of garbage hit her nose. It made her think of breaking up with the guy she’d fucked before Brad. He’d called her a cum dumpster. She’d been so hurt at the time, but now her pussy throbbed, sucking Brad and Phil deep inside.

“I’m your cum dumpster, Daddy.”

Brad covered her nose and mouth, and the aroma of guitar strings replaced the smell of trash. She still wanted to be their cum dumpster, though. She wanted to feel that sticky stuff inside her cunt. She wanted to watch it drip, hot and white, down her inner thighs. She wanted them to release torrents across her bare tits, then rub it in like lotion.

The fantasy of feeling their hot jizz all over her skin helped to dispel the pain of two huge cocks. This was inhuman, this treatment. No pussy was built to take two cocks at once, and the force and measure of their thrusts lifted her almost off the ground. Only her toes lingered as she stood like a ballerina on the strength of their erections.

“How’s that?” Phil growled.

She couldn’t answer. In a way, she felt separate from her body, floating above the scene with only the most tenuous grasp on her physical form. What did that mean? Were they hurting her? Sending her to heaven?

All at once, Cherry released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She tumbled down from heaven, like the devil falling from grace, and landed on two thick skewers in the dark, aching chasm of hell.

“Oh my god!” Her voice was not her own. Her overextended pussy cried out through her mouth.

She clawed at Phil’s chest, sliding down his skin because her hands were still slippery with lube. Two cocks throbbed where only one should fit. She tried to kick her feet, but the men wouldn’t let her off this ride. They gripped her hips, her ass, her shoulders, her tits. She couldn’t tell whose hands were where, and they seemed to be moving constantly. Were there only four, or had a few more guys joined the party?

“Shh… let Daddy fuck you,” Phil growled in her ear. “Daddy and Braddy.”

They both laughed, their faces so close to hers they eclipsed the light of the moon. Everything was so dark that Cherry started feeling claustrophobic. Claustrophobic and stretched so wide she wondered how her body would ever return to normal.

And then Brad began a retreat, tugging his dick across Phil’s. The motion felt gritty and tough, like their erections had become one inside her pussy, and he had to extricate himself not only from Cherry, but from Phil as well. She could feel their every move. Her cells had practically bonded to theirs.

She remained pinned between them, warm and wet and oh so willing.

When Brad’s mushroom head popped out of her pussy, she fell against Phil’s chest. He held her, consoling, like he recognized her deep loss. To her surprise, when Brad’s dick was gone her cunt slowly closed around Phil’s, like a Venus Fly Trap consuming its prey. Vagina Dentata. She’d finish him off in no time.

A wet slap coated her ass crack. She turned her head. Phil had a hold on the rest of her body, crushing her bare tits to his chest. Behind her, Brad used his dickhead to slather lube across her asshole. She couldn’t get over how soft his skin felt against her slippery pucker. He’d tried this so many time before, but if she was honest, she never really wanted it then. She’d closed up shop, squeezed her asshole tight, wouldn’t let him in.

But everything was different, now. She didn’t know why, but she wanted Brad in her ass every bit as much as she wanted Phil in her cunt. He moved in her, not too fast. Her flesh tightened and her muscles clenched. She could feel her asshole begging for Brad, and wished she could see it opening and closing. From the sensation, she bet her hole looked like a goldfish mouth.

Feed me! Feed me!

“Put it in,” Cherry begged.

“In here?”

What a tease! He poked her hole with his cockhead, bouncing off exaggeratedly, like he wasn’t even trying.

“Put it in!” she pleaded, pressing her ass in her boyfriend’s direction. Phil’s cock started sliding out as she moved, but she wasn’t finished with it just yet. It pressed a funny place inside her as Brad set his tip firmly against her pucker.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Cherry wants to get ass-fucked?” Phil growled.

“I do, Daddy.” Her nipples tightened to buds. “I want it so bad.”

“You want the boy’s cock in your ass?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” Phil asked Brad. “Fuck the girl’s ass.”

“Oh god!” Cherry moaned as her boyfriend’s cockhead pushed keenly against the pucker. “More lube.”

A river of slick stuff coursed down her crack, swirling around Brad’s tip and seeping into her hole. “How’s that?”

“Good,” she groaned, low and guttural. She barely pronounced her words. “More, Brad. Get inside. I want it now.”

“You heard the girl.” Phil’s hold tightened around Cherry’s body. “Fuck her ass. She wants it.”

“Yesss,” Cherry hissed. “Fuck it.”

Phil swelled inside her pussy as Brad dug inside her ass. He opened her, stretched her. She focused on the fullness weighing her down. She tried to float away from the panging, the banging, the stretching and contorting, but those earthy sensations drew her back down. She visualized her ass opening wide while her pussy gushed all over Phil’s crotch. His pants were going to be soaked, if they weren’t already.

“Open your back door wide.” Brad battered her butt. “Open up. Let me in.”

“I’m trying.” She closed her eyes as Phil found her clit. Her instant elation allowed Brad’s cock to slide the rest of the way past the starting gate. “Oh god! Keep going.”

She was talking to them both, and both men responded. Phil circled around her clit, moving his dick just gently inside her snatch. Brad’s gentleness wore off as lust took control. He forced his fat cock up her backside, gripping her hair with one hand and her hip with the other. Her head snapped back, her chin jabbing Phil in the chest. He wasted no time. Within seconds, his tongue found her mouth.

They consumed her from both sides as Phil absorbed her screams. She shrieked every time Brad drove his dick deeper inside her hole. Lord Almighty, it hurt like hell! If she thought she felt packed with two dicks in her snatch, that had nothing on this new position. Her ass ring wasn’t as giving as her cunt.

“Oh no!” Cherry cried as a new sensation took over. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

The men panted and moaned as they fucked her wildly. She tried to struggle, but their hands tightened. They didn’t care about her building orgasm, did they? They wouldn’t care that she felt like she was about to shit all over Brad.

“You like it, don’t you?” Brad growled.

“Cherry’s a bad girl,” Phil responded. “She likes it all.”

Her insides quaked, trembling around two massive cocks. Phil grunted, working tirelessly inside her cunt, though how he could move with so little space was a true mystery. Brad worked just as hard in her ass, but his dick didn’t move quite so fast. Her butt trapped him, locking down so she wouldn’t let anything out that shouldn’t come out. She considered herself fairly kinky, but not so much that she’d want to take a dump all over her boyfriend’s cock.

“Oh god!” The worry subsided as quickly as it came. “Oh god…”

Suddenly everything felt… good. Wow. Really good. Brad and Phil fucked her two holes hard enough to lift her off her feet. This time she felt a little more balanced, and considerably dirtier. Heaven wouldn’t take her anymore—not with one cock in her cunt and another filling her ass. Cherry would never be an angel.

“Keep going,” she begged as Phil’s fingers picked up speed against her clit. “I’m gonna come. Oh god, I’m gonna come so hard!”

Clamping down on both dicks, she screamed to the stars. Brad covered her mouth with his hand. Phil shouted obscenities into the night sky as his fingers trembled on her mound. His whole body shook. He was coming inside her. She knew it.

And maybe Brad could feel Phil’s dick exploding because he shuddered, too, grunting into her hair like a beast. “Dirty, dirty whore.”

“Yeah, Cherry’s a fine little slut,” Phil agreed as cum dripped down her thighs.

“Two cocks at once,” Brad said. “She’s a huge slut.”

As Cherry’s knees gave out, she smiled. Brad clung to her as she collapsed against Phil’s chest. She rested there, cradled between her two men, hoping they’d never let go.