Desperately so

Sibyl nodded.

“I really need some cock,” she said, “Can we… can I have it in my ass tonight?”

“You’ll have to ask him that,” said Brunhilde. Sibyl smiled and knelt beside Martin, daintily kissed the tip of his nose, and said very quietly in his ear, “Do you wanna put it in my ass, Martin?”

“Yes, please,” he said, “But I want your pussy first.”

“Oh, goodness!” she said breathlessly, “You’re so picky. It’s okay though. Just stay there.”

She crawled down the bed and turned to face him, then began sucking him off. She was on all fours, and he was flat on his back. Her little butt stuck up in the air and wiggled left and right as she sucked him. She looked up at him with her big, watery, blue eyes, slurping his cock as it slowly fattened in her lips. Her long, blonde hair brushed against his crotch and thighs, tickling him a little. He sighed, and then became uncomfortable when he realized he was having trouble getting hard. He was chubby, but that was it.

“Hang on,” said Brunhilde, “Sometimes he has a little trouble getting started after the first orgasm. I know how to fix that, though.” She swung one leg over his head and he looked up to see her pink asshole and nether lips. She was facing his feet, and he could see the enormous round white globes of her buttocks poised over his face. Slowly, she sat on his face, and he felt his nostrils fill with the sweaty musk of her crack, her ass and cunt covering his face completely. As her slit and soft butt pressed down over his face, he felt his rock rapidly stiffen. He felt Sibyl’s warm, wet tongue slurping and sliding around the sensitive underside of his penis, her soft lips gliding over his aching glans. He moaned into Brunhilde’s cunt for a moment, and then she lifted off of him. She removed herself from him just in time for him to see Sibyl squat over him. Her little pussy had swollen, pink lips, and a bright, nearly invisible blonde bush. She gripped his dick with one hand, and he felt her impossible tight cunt slide down over him.

“Guh!” he said, staring at her lithe, slender body. She began humping him, grinding her little hips back and forth. Her face was scarlet, her eyes were closed, and she wore an open-mouthed grin as she gasped ecstatically.

“Oh, fuck, Martin,” she said, “You feel so good inside me. Oh, Martin, I love you, I love your dick. You feel so much better than that other cock. I don’t need the ivory. I need THIS!”

Without warning, she began bouncing on his pole, her sweaty thighs making a sticky sound whenever they peeled off of his pelvis again. She gasped and grunted, and a little drool came from the corner of her mouth. He felt her vagina, so tight that it almost seemed as if his cock wouldn’t fit back in with each thrust.

“Gods, Sibyl,” he said, “You’re so tight!”

“Martin!”

“Sibyl!”

“Martin!”

“Sibyl!”

She opened her mouth to say his name again, but was silenced by a deep lesbian tongue kiss from Brunhilde. Brunhilde grabbed a handful of Sibyl’s hair and jerked her head back, and Sibyl could do nothing but grunt and gurgle into Brunhilde’s mouth as her cunt twitched hungrily on Martin’s cock. Martin hyperventilated, watching Brunhilde dominate Sibyl’s mouth, one hand holding a fistful of her long, soft, sweet-smelling hair, the other hand roaming over her breasts, tweaking her nipple, tickling her soft, pale, flat belly, with its “outie” navel. He stared at Sibyl’s groin, her wavy blonde pubic hair glistening in the firelight with drops of sweat and nectar. Her mound and bush moved hypnotically as she swiveled her pelvis, grinding her ravenous cunt into his crotch.

Brunhilde released Sibyl, who collapsed on top of Martin. She lay still for a moment, and then began humping his throbbing cock again. He rolled over so that he was on top of her, and she spread her legs wide for him, knees nearly to her shoulders. He closed his mouth over hers, eased her lips open, and kissed her passionately. Their bodies were hot and sticky, and for a moment, it felt as if nothing else existed. There was only their two bodies, young, lithe, writhing together in the heat of erotic communion. She opened her eyes and looked into his, and it felt as if the rest of the world had vanished.

That is, until he felt something familiar behind him. It seemed that Brunhilde wanted in on the fun, too. He felt her big, soft hands on his hips, and the head of her ivory fake dick pressing against his anus. He shuddered and let out a long, deep, shaking “Uhhhhnnnn,” as the thick, oiled ivory glided into him. She buried the big cock in him to the hilt. He felt so tight as she penetrated him, his prostate squashed nearly flat, his cock so hard it felt as if it would burst inside of Sibyl. Soon, Brunhilde’s grip on his hips tightened and she began pumping his ass, pushing the big, hard ivory cock in and out. He felt Sibyl’s fingers on his nipples, pinching, twisting them until they ached.

“Oh!” he yelled, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, oh gods! I… I…”

He was laying flat, face-down on top of Sibyl. Brunhilde mounted him fully, and he felt her gently lay down on him, not putting her full weight on him. He could feel her huge, soft boobs pressing into his back.

“I know,” she whispered in his ear, one arm wrapped tenderly around his waist from behind, “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

He tried to respond, but Sibyl captured his mouth again. All he could do was moan and writhe, feeling the two hot, slick bodies pressing him from either side, the pressure on his prostate, the two pairs of breasts mashed against him. He was ensconced in their flesh, as if he were just a cock wrapped in feminine bodies. Sibyl kissed his mouth and face, Brunhilde nipped at the nape of his neck and nibbled his earlobe, and they set up a rhythm between the two of them. He was being tossed about between them as they fucked him senseless, as if they were chewing him up and ready to spit him out.

Finally, he felt his balls drawn up against his body, felt his cock throb and twitch. He began shaking violently, and a scream tore out of him as he came into Sibyl. He continued screaming, babbling incoherently, bucking his hips and twisting his body as every last drop of his semen was milked from his thrashing body. They kept fucking him after the orgasm was over and he flailed until he ran out of energy. He turned practically to jelly, and lay limp as they ground him into a pulp. His muscles seized up, and he felt his buttocks and back and abdominals all clench and shiver as he was fucked out of his mind. Against his will, he came a second time. He didn’t spurt semen so much as it just ran out of him, as if his body had simply surrendered to them. He couldn’t manage a scream, just a long, low moan. After what could have been seconds, minutes, or hours, Brunhilde slowly pulled out, and he wheezed as she gently flipped him on his back, off of Sibyl. He lay on the bed, panting, cross-eyed. The whole room was spinning.

Martin sputtered and wheezed.

“I, ugh, nnng,” he said. He felt soft, gentle hands on him. One woman held his left hand and stroked his hair. Another held his right hand and rubbed his tummy. Two female voices conversed about him.

“He gets like this if you fuck him too hard. Sometimes he cries a little when he comes back from it. Even if he doesn’t, he needs a lot of care. This is the most **** you’ll see him.”

“Is he okay?” asked the second voice with concern.

“He’ll be alright. Just hold him close and make him feel safe.”

“Gods, the poor little thing,” said Sibyl, continuing to rub his belly, “Did we break him? Martin, can you hear me?”

He barely managed a nod, and then shivered.

“Martin,” said Brunhilde, “Are you hurting?”

He shook his head no.

“Now, we cover him with our bodies,” said Brunhilde, “Just make sure he can breathe. If he starts crying, just cover his face with your breasts.”

He felt them gently lay down on top of him, putting just enough weight on him to make him feel safe and protected. He sniffled a little bit, and he felt Sibyl’s small breasts over his face. He whimpered quietly, sobbed once or twice into her chest, and then exhaled a long breath. The tension went out of his body.

“Do you love me, Sibyl?” he whispered.

“Of course,” said Sibyl, kissing the top of his head, “I love you very much.”

“As do I,” said Brunhilde, giving him some more kisses. Sibyl peeled herself off of him, and Brunhilde pulled him into a face-to-face cuddle, his head buried between her breasts with one of her legs thrown over him. Then Sibyl spooned up behind him, and Brunhilde pulled a blanket over all three of them.

“You didn’t fuck my ass tonight, Martin,” said Sibyl.

“S-sorry,” he whispered, feeling one of her hands lightly tickling his upper arm.

“It’s okay. Tomorrow, I want you to come to my room, and we’ll take turns receiving and giving anal, okay?” said Sibyl.

“Okay,” said Martin, “Brunhilde, can we do that?”

“Only if I get to watch,” said Brunhilde, squeezing him closer. Ensconced in their loving, almost maternal embrace, as if still in the womb, his breathing deepened, and he drifted off to sleep.