Double the fun

After lunch Peter ran into Felicia on the street. She smiled that familiar feline smile and leaned in close.

“Looking tense, tiger. Need someone to scratch that itch?”

He usually brushed her off. Today the cabin, the texts, Nick’s words in the elevator, and the memory of MJ begging for another man’s cock all sat heavy in his chest. Emasculated. Empty.

“Your place,” he said.

Felicia’s eyes widened in surprise that he actually took the hint. They barely made it through her door. He pushed her to her knees, shoved his cock into her mouth, and fucked her throat hard. She pulled back for a second, startled by the aggression, then took it, moaning around him. He pulled her up, bent her over the couch, and drove into her pussy with long, punishing strokes. She came, gasping his name, nails digging into the cushions.

When it was over he looked at her flushed face and knew the truth. She hadn’t shattered the way MJ had for Nick. Not even close.

Across town the doorbell rang. MJ opened it to find Nick standing there, arrogant as ever.

“Miss me already, redhead?” He stepped inside and let her hands roam over the hard bulge in his jeans. “Told your husband exactly how good that tight ass felt. He couldn’t even look me in the eye.”

She led him toward the bedroom, already wet. The door swung open. Craig stood naked beside the bed, thick cock half-hard, smirking.

Nick’s face darkened. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

Craig shrugged. “She called me too.”

MJ didn’t answer with words. She dropped to her knees between them, eyes bright, voice needy.

“I never had two guys at the same time. I want your big cocks in me.”

Both men laughed.

“Listen to her,” Nick said. “Desperate little slut.”

Craig grinned. “Can’t even wait.”

They slapped their heavy cocks against her open mouth, taking turns, the wet impacts loud in the quiet room. Then she took Nick into her mouth first, then Craig, sucking both like she hadn’t eaten in days—wet, sloppy, moaning around the thick shafts as saliva ran down her chin. Her hands stroked what her lips couldn’t reach.

Craig looked down at her. “I want that ass, slut. It’s my turn, uncle.”

Nick scowled but his cock stayed rock-hard. MJ climbed onto the bed on all fours. Nick lay back; she sank onto his enormous cock, taking him deep in her pussy with a broken moan. Craig moved behind her, spat on her hole, and pressed forward.

The thick head stretched her ass slowly. She cried out, pushing back, until both men were buried inside her.

They started moving—Nick thrusting up, Craig driving into her ass. The dual stretch was overwhelming. MJ came hard almost immediately, then again, body shaking, voice raw as she begged them not to stop. They kept pounding, filling her completely, while she shattered around them over and over.