Claire: Double stuffed morning

Since Claire wasn't double-penetrated in her POV version of the holiday party, I offer a chapter from her POV here.

I wake up before the sun, tangled between them. Tanner’s breath is soft against my neck, one possessive arm draped over my waist. Deion is close on my other side, his cock soft but still thick against my thigh. The sheets smell like sex, sweat, and the faint trace of Deion’s cologne. Blood stains are dry on the sheets and my inner thighs. My pussy is deeply, deliciously sore from last night. Every time I shift, I feel the echo of Deion inside me.

I slip out carefully. In the bathroom, I open the drawer under the sink and spot the reusable enema bulb. My stomach flutters. They must keep it for the girls they fuck in the ass. But they didn’t ask me for anal last night, probably because I was still a virgin. They were gentle with me.

I smile to myself. I’ve done anal before! Mark, that guy from last year who couldn’t fit in my virgin pussy because he was too thick, so he took my ass instead. I remember the burn, then the fullness, then the way I shook when he finally bottomed out.

I fill the bulb with warm water, do a quick rinse. I want to surprise them for a change. They gave me the most incredible night of my life. I lost my virginity to two men, both so different, both so good to me. I want to reward them. I want to give them something they don’t expect.

I step into the shower. Hot water soothes the deep ache between my legs. I keep my hair dry, scrub away dried blood and sweat, and step out feeling clean, bold, and hungry.

When I walk back into the bedroom, sunlight is cutting through the blinds. They’re both awake, propped on elbows, staring. Tanner’s cock is already half-hard under the sheet. Deion’s is exposed, thicker, darker, swelling already.

“How are you, love?” Deion asks, voice gravelly.

“Sore,” I admit, looking down at my big, puffy lips. “Still tender from that monster of yours.”

He grins. “You loved it, though.”

I blush, but only for show. The innocence is mostly gone.

Tanner’s eyes flick to my pussy, then back to my face. “You’re not in a hurry to leave, I hope?”

My heart does a stupid little flip, even though I know better. This was probably always going to be one night... two hot guys and no strings. I’m not naive enough to think a church flirt can turn into dates and breakfasts after they gang-banged me. But the way he asks… it’s not just polite. It’s hopeful, like maybe he wants more mornings like this.

I grin, letting the excitement bubble. “Maybe I can stay for bit. Do you guys want to fuck me again?”

His smile answers, and just like that, the tiny hope I was trying not to feel gets a little louder.

Deion’s cock twitches. Tanner’s eyes darken. Time to rock their world.

“I have a request,” I say. “I’m nervous asking. I don’t want you to think I’m weird. But this is my only chance to try it. I don’t plan on being in any more threesomes.”

Tanner arches a brow. “You have our attention. What does our queen want?”

I take a breath. “I want to be double-penetrated. You in my pussy,” I look at Deion, “and you in my ass,” I say at Tanner.

Deion’s eyes widen. Tanner laughs softly. “Wow. What happened to our innocent virgin from the party?”

I blush again, but it’s mostly theater now. “You guys slayed the virgin and gave me the confidence to ask for what I want. Thank you."

They put me on my back, and Tanner spreads my thighs wide and buries his face between my legs. His tongue dives in. He’s so good at this, and I’m dripping again in seconds.

I hear him open lube, and his finger finds my ass, circling the rim, teasing. “Relax for me,” he whispers. I bear down just enough, and he slips in one finger, then later two, slow and slick. I feel the stretch, and I'm ready and like it. My muscles grip and release around him, practiced, eager. He strokes the fingers while his tongue keeps working my clit, and I’m moaning and close already.

His fingers slide out, and he puts a pillow under my bum. My knees are drawn back, my anus lined up for his cock.

"Since it's anal, I'm not going to use a condom, if that's okay with you?"

I nod as he quickly adds some of the gel to his cock and presses in, slow and steady, and I take every inch without a wince. The grip is tight, hot, perfect. We rock together in missionary for a bit with deep, unhurried thrusts, his eyes locked on mine. It feels really good, and if my clit was getting any action, I might come. But the men are just warming me up, and I’m loose enough now, ready for more.

Tanner kisses me hard, then pulls out with a wet plop. “She’s good,” he says to Deion, voice rough. “Your turn. Get her pussy ready.”

"Get on your hands and knees for me, love," Deion commands as he puts a condom on.

I obey, eager to try doggie style for two adoring men. I arch my back, presenting. He grips me, rubs the thick head along my slit, then pushes in with one long stroke.

I wince, my opening still raw from last night. The ache spreads deep as he fills me again. My body clenches hard, and a loud, wet queef bursts out as air is **** from my pussy around his thickness.

Deion chuckles. “There’s my girl.”

He doesn’t slow down. I’m already broken in, so he picks up the pace fast with hard, steady strokes that rock me forward. Every inch of that black cock fits inside my pussy, even better in doggie. Whap whap whap! His hips lewdly slap my ass, the sound echoing in the room. My breasts flop heavily beneath me, natural and full, swinging wildly with each impact, nipples grazing the sheets. I grin at Tanner as he looks on adoringly while his friend fucks me, just like last night.

The overwhelming fullness is already getting me close, just like Tanner's oral. I'm moaning, squealing too under the sharp impact. The bed is shaking, and the headboard bangs the wall. My core warms, tingles, a deep vaginal orgasm brewing, the kind only Deion can deliver. I want to pinch a nipple, but I'm worried I'll collapse under the **** of the fucking. I put my head down in the bed for balance, reach under, but Deion suddenly slides out! I groan in frustration.

He chuckles, then growls, "You can't come yet, love. Climb on top of me so Tanner can fuck your ass.”

Both holes feel empty, lubed and gaping with cool air wafting in as I take a moment in doggie to feel ready. Then I straddle Deion and grip his thick cock, line him up, and sink down inch by inch until I rest on his thighs, impaled. A long moan escapes as I bottom out again. He feels even bigger in this angle, pressing deep against spots that still ache.

"Slide up his cock a little," Tanner says as he kneels behind me.

I feel the cool lube, then the blunt head of his cock against my ring. I exhale, relax, and he pushes in gently. The stretch is so much tighter with Deion already filling my pussy. My ass clamps down around him like a fist, every ridge and vein hugged perfectly. Deion groans too, for Tanner has just tightened everything for him. My pussy burns as it stretches more with Tanner pushing Deion's cock into the front wall of my pussy.

Tanner sets up a slow tempo in my ass, setting the pace and getting me used to having two men inside me. Then Deion starts thrusting upward, slow and deep, and everything changes.

I feel them rub together through the thin wall inside me. Deion’s thick shaft sliding against Tanner’s slimmer one, separated by only that delicate membrane. Every time Deion drives up, his cock drags along Tanner’s length from the other side, pressing, rubbing, compressing. I feel the exact shape of both of them moving, sliding past each other, the ridges catching, the heat of one bleeding into the other. It’s like they’re fucking each other through my body.

I whimper, trembling. I don't kiss. I don't even move. The men do all the work, Deion driving up from the bottom as Tanner strokes from behind. I know that this is perfect, this is what they want from me. If I move at all, it will screw up their rhythm. “Oh God… I feel you both… rubbing together… so deep…” I groan.

The men moan, start to pick up the pace as I open. It's incredibly hot for me knowing I am pleasuring two men at the same time with my body. Me, just a virgin yesterday! I feel so incredible submissive, so thoroughly taken. I love it.

Tanner thrusts in when Deion pulls back, pulling out when Deion drives deep. Their balls slap together with every counter-motion, and I'm hot, heavy, slick with my juices and lube. Skin on skin, sliding, pressing, constant contact. The wet squelch of my pussy taking Deion mixes with the tighter, slicker grip of my ass around Tanner. My moans turn ****.

The rubbing is relentless. Deion’s thickness bulges inward with every thrust, dragging along Tanner’s shaft, squeezing him tighter inside me. I feel every vein, every pulse, the way they glide past each other through that thin divide. The pressure builds fast too much, too good.

Then they switch it up, timing their thrust into me in synch. The tingly jolt at the end when two cocks reach their limit inside me spurs me. Pleasure radiates out.

“I’m… I’m gonna come…” I gasp. "Push all the way in, hold, please," I beg.

The men obey, sinking in, filling me. My clit lights up against Deion's cock and his pubic bone, and my core spasms. The waves peak, and I shatter. My whole body convulses, ass clenching and milking Tanner, pussy fluttering wildly around Deion. I cry out with my thighs quivering, fingers digging into Deion’s chest. The orgasm rips through me, wave after wave, milking both cocks at once.

When it finally ebbs, I collapse forward onto Deion, shaking. “I… I can’t take it anymore,” I gasp.

Tanner slides out of my ass first with a wet pop, and then I raise my hips enough to let Deion slide out. I feel both holes spent and gaping open. Cool air rushes in where they were, my pussy flushed and parted wide, lips hanging loose, still slick and dripping. My ass winks once, then stays slightly open, relaxed and glistening. The emptiness is shocking after being so stuffed.

Tanner grabs a fistful of my hair and firmly pulls my head back so I look up at him. It hurts, just a little, and I'm surprised by the rough move. His voice is low and commanding, the only time he’s sounded like that all night.

“We’re going to come on your face now.”

My eyes widen, then soften into pure submission. I nod, lips parted, tongue already out.

They kneel in front of me, Deion removing his condom. Tanner strokes fast, and they aim together.

Deion finishes first. He groans deep, body tensing, and starts unloading with thick, heavy ropes that paint my left cheek, streak across my nose, and land in white globs on my tongue and lower lip. He keeps pumping through it, milking out every spurt until the last slow glob oozes from his tip and drips onto my chin.

Then Tanner explodes an even bigger load to shock me. I didn't see him come the night before because he used a condom to fuck me. Rope after rope erupts, thick and forceful. The first jet hits my open mouth, the next splashes across my right cheek and eyebrow; the third and fourth coat my tongue and chin in overlapping layers until it’s running down my neck in sticky trails. It’s a massive, messy load, the kind he must be known for, and it keeps coming, pulse after pulse, until my face is glazed and dripping.

My eyes go wide as I feel the sheer amount. I close my mouth, swallow once, then open again to catch the last few spurts. When it’s finally over, I look up at both of them with myface absolutely covered and let out a soft, surprised laugh.

“Jesus, Tanner, that was a big one,” I rasp, voice thick with cum and amusement. I lick my lips slowly, savoring it.

Deion laughs low, slaps his softening cock against my cheek playfully one last time. Tanner just stares, heart still hammering, eyes wide with power and approval.

The tone has shifted. Last night was all about tenderness, going slow for a virgin. Today I am a porn star, a cum dumpster for the two men. I absolutely love it, but I feel like a total slut.

“Best morning ever,” I say again, grinning through the glaze, utterly debauched and utterly satisfied.