Sarah's DP Training

Josh let himself in. He was taller than Carl, leaner, with a roguish grin and eyes that missed nothing. He took in the scene in a single, sweeping glance: Carl lounging on the couch, shirtless, his jeans still pooled around his ankles; Sarah, naked and flushed, curled on the rug like a well-used offering; me, standing between them, marked and gleaming.

His grin widened into something wolfish. “Looks like the party started without me.”

“Just the appetizer,” Carl rumbled.

Josh’s gaze zeroed in on Sarah. He strode over, crouching down in front of her. He didn’t touch her. He just looked, his eyes traveling over every freckle, every curve, the faint red marks on her hips from Carl’s grip.

“Hello again, Sarah,” he said, his voice a smooth, teasing baritone. “Heard you’ve been a very good girl.”

Sarah blushed furiously, but she held his gaze. “I’m trying.”

“Trying?” Josh chuckled, finally reaching out to stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “From the looks of it, you’ve graduated with honors. You ready for the advanced curriculum?”

She glanced at me, seeking reassurance. I gave her a small, firm nod. She looked back at Josh, and her shyness burned away, replaced by that same glowing resolve. “Yes. I’m ready.”

“Good girl.” He stood and offered her his hand. She took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He turned her, putting her back to his chest, his hands settling possessively on her waist. He looked at Carl. “Where do you want her?”

“Bedroom,” Carl said, standing. “More room. This is going to take a while.”

We moved as a unit down the hall. Sarah walked between Josh and Carl, a woman being escorted to her fate. I followed, the witness, the participant, the guide.

In the bedroom, the last of the evening light was gone, replaced by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. It cast deep shadows, painting our movements in gold and charcoal.

“On the bed, on all fours,” Carl instructed Sarah, his voice leaving no room for question.

She climbed onto the mattress, assuming the position, her back arched, her head down. Her ginger hair spilled over her shoulders. She was trembling, but it was the tremble of anticipation, not fear.

Carl and Josh stood at the side of the bed, shedding the rest of their clothes. They were a study in contrasts—Carl, broad and solidly built, his cock already hard again, thick and formidable; Josh, wiry and taut, his erection longer, curving slightly.

Josh produced a small bottle of lube from his bag. He slicked his fingers, then knelt behind Sarah. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and open for us, gorgeous. This is gonna be a lot.”

She whimpered as his slick finger circled her tight back entrance, then pressed inside. She buried her face in the comforter, her shoulders tensing.

“Breathe, Sarah,” I said softly, coming to kneel in front of her. I took her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. “Breathe through it. Let him in. It’s just the beginning.”

She nodded, sucking in a ragged breath as Josh worked a second finger into her ass, stretching her slowly, methodically. Carl watched, stroking himself, his eyes fixed on the place where Josh’s fingers disappeared into Sarah’s body.

After several minutes, Josh pulled his fingers out. Sarah gasped at the sudden emptiness. “She’s ready,” Josh announced.

Carl climbed onto the bed next to her. He pulled her on top and she knew what to do, grabbing his cock and guiding it to her wet and willing hole, the broad head nudging her wet, swollen folds. He looked at Josh, a silent communication passing between them.

Josh moved into position behind Sarah, his cock slick with lube, pressing against Sarah’s other hole. The sight was profoundly obscene and beautiful—one woman, two men, poised at her two most intimate gates.

“One…” Carl murmured.

Sarah’s knuckles were white where she gripped the sheets. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

“Two…”

I stroked her hair, whispering, “You can take it. You’re made for this.”

“Three.”

In perfect, devastating unison, they pushed forward.

Sarah moaned loudly as both cocks being to ease their way into both holes. Her body bowed, a perfect arc of intense sensation. Carl’s thick cock plunged deep into her pussy, filling her channel in one relentless stroke. At the same moment, Josh’s narrower length breached her ass, sinking into the tight, virgin depth of her rectum.

She was impaled. Utterly, completely filled. There was no part of her that wasn’t occupied, stretched, claimed. Her cries turned into ragged, open-mouthed pants.

“Fuck,” Carl grunted, his head thrown back. “She’s tight. So fucking tight.”

“That she is,” Josh agreed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips. “Don’t move yet. Let her adjust.”

They held still, buried to the hilt inside her, letting her body struggle to accommodate the impossible, glorious fullness. Tears leaked from Sarah’s eyes, but when she looked up at me, there was no pain in her expression. There was awe. Triumph. A kind of stunned, shattered ecstasy.

“I’m… full,” she choked out. “So full.”

“You’re complete,” I corrected gently, wiping a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “This is what you wanted. Feel it.”

After a long minute, Carl began to move. A shallow withdrawal, then a deep, grinding thrust. Josh matched his rhythm, a counterpoint that made Sarah sob with each dual penetration. They found a syncopated pace—Carl thrusting deep as Josh pulled back, then Josh surging forward as Carl retreated. Sarah was the conduit, the living flesh between them, rocked and filled from both sides.

The sounds were obscene: the wet slap of flesh, the creak of the bed, the ragged chorus of their breathing, Sarah’s continuous, broken moans. The air grew thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and lube.

They fucked her like that for what felt like hours, shifting positions only to go deeper. They laid her on her back, her legs over their shoulders, driving into her from above. They put her on her side, one entering her pussy from behind, the other her ass from the front, a relentless, scissoring penetration that had her clawing at the sheets.

I watched it all, my own body humming with sympathetic arousal. I touched myself, my fingers circling my clit, as I witnessed Sarah’s transformation. With each passing minute, each brutal, filling thrust, the last remnants of the timid housewife were fucked away. What remained was a raw, primal creature of pure sensation, begging for more with every gasped “please” and “don’t stop.”

The room was a haze of moving bodies and **** sounds. Sweat gleamed on their skin. Carl’s and Josh’s muscles corded with the effort of their prolonged, shared possession. Sarah’s body was a map of red marks and fingerprints, a testament to their use.

Finally, as the digital clock on the nightstand blinked past some late hour, their control began to fray.

“Gonna come,” Josh gritted out, his rhythm becoming frantic, jackhammer-fast. “In her ass. I’m filling her ass.”

“Do it,” Carl growled, his own thrusts turning short and punishing. “I’m right there with you. Pump her full.”

They redoubled their efforts, a final, brutal ****. Sarah was beyond words, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body convulsing around them in a continuous, rolling orgasm that had started minutes before and showed no sign of stopping.

With twin, guttural roars that seemed to shake the room, they peaked.

I saw it clearly. Josh’s body went rigid, his face a mask of intense release as he emptied himself deep into Sarah’s bowels. A heartbeat later, Carl followed, his hips stuttering as he unloaded his second, massive cumshot of the night, this one jetting into her already-occupied pussy, the excess seeping out around the edges of Josh’s cock still buried in her ass.

They collapsed forward onto her, a heavy, sweating pile of spent masculinity. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and Sarah’s soft, overwhelmed whimpers.

Slowly, carefully, they pulled out.

The result was a lewd, beautiful mess. Sarah lay on her back, her legs splayed. From her gaping, well-used pussy, a flood of Carl’s thick, white cum mixed with her own juices seeped onto the sheets. From her reddened, puffy asshole, a trickle of Josh’s release began to leak out, a creamy contrast against her skin.

She was utterly, gloriously ruined.

Carl and Josh rolled off her, lying on their backs on either side, spent and satisfied.

I moved then.

I crawled onto the bed, between Sarah’s splayed thighs. Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused. She looked at me, and a weak, blissful smile touched her lips.

“You did so well,” I whispered.

Her pussy already overflowing. I focused lower. I hooked my hands under her knees, lifting her hips, exposing her thoroughly used backdoor. It was swollen, glistening with lube and the evidence of Josh’s climax.

I lowered my head.

My first touch was a soft, reverent kiss on the inside of her thigh. Then my tongue found its target. I licked a broad, slow stripe from her perineum up over her trembling, stretched hole.

The taste was complex, musky, salty—Josh, lube, and the unique, dark flavor of her own body. I moaned against her, the vibration making her jerk.

I ate Josh’s creampie from her ass with a devoted, thorough hunger. My tongue probed the loosened ring of muscle, dipping inside to collect the warm, thick seed he’d deposited deep within her. I lapped and sucked, cleaning her, swallowing every drop of the man’s pleasure from her body. I then cleaned her pussy, more spunk for me to swallow, I was claiming her in a new way, connecting the three of us in the most intimate chain possible.

Sarah gasped and shuddered, her oversensitive body responding to the intimate cleaning. “Carrie… oh god… that’s…”. Carl and Josh, knelt on each side of her head, and she sucked them clean, with great eagerness. Ensuring not a drop was wasted.

When I was finished, when her ass was clean and she was trembling with a fresh, overwhelmed sensitivity, I lifted my head. I kissed my way up her body—her stomach, between her breasts, her throat—finally capturing her mouth in a deep, slow kiss. She could taste herself, and him, on my tongue.

I broke the kiss and looked at the two men watching us. Carl’s expression was one of deep, possessive satisfaction. Josh looked intrigued, a new respect in his eyes.

Sarah reached up, her hand cupping my cheek. “Christ, that was amazing” she breathed, her voice wrecked and full of wonder.

I lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms. Carl and Josh shifted, their big bodies curling around ours. We were a tangled, sticky, sated knot of limbs in the center of the wrecked bed. Sarah slept almost instantly, a deep, exhausted sleep, a smile on her lips. She was no longer a guest. She was one of us. The initiation was almost complete. The true test was a gangbang, only then she would be a super slut like me and Laura.

I began to think of who to invite, she has to meet Alan and James as well, now drinking from a glass that's full of spunk gathered from your pussy or ass is a true test of a slut. So began devising a plan for some of my guys to come over and totally ruin this wannabe whore.