Two cocks

Her eyelids fluttered. The cocaine lingering in her bloodstream turned the commonplace lamps above her head into a lightshow. She couldn't bring herself to look at Paul's cock in her left hand, even as she kept stroking it, because then she would have to confront the fact that there were two of them right in front of her. Her lip quivered. "So now I take out yours?" she asked Ward. Asking for permission, she realized. Too stupid a slut to just do what was expected of her.

"Yeah," he said. That's it, that's all. It wouldn't go any other way.

"You ever take two dicks before at once?" Paul asked.

Izzy wanted to protest that sucking two men off at once wasn't the same as 'taking' two dicks, but it seemed like an absurd exercise in hair splitting. Not to mention the fact that she could see the phantom future where just that happened before the end of the night. She pulled down Ward's underwear and saw the frankly ridiculous thing hiding underneath them. "Oh," she breathed. She didn't know how she was going to get it in her mouth, much less how any woman could get it inside her. Fat was the word she thought of.

Paul's hand fell on top of her head, gripped her hair. "Tap your leg if you give up," he said, and then **** her to turn. Her mouth popped open in surprise, or acquiescence, she couldn't tell, and he pushed the head of his cock in between her lips. It was already slick, and her tongue ran up it by instinct, taking the taste of it into her mouth. Her eyes closed--again by instinct. And her mouth tightened around it, like she was afraid to let go. She murmured something with her mouth full. "Got something to say, bitch?" Paul asked.

The word was a shock to the system. Izzy's eyes popped open again, and she could feel tears glistening in the corners. She shook her head dutifully.

"God, you're the worst!" laughed Mina, behind their back. A jarring reminder that she was watching. This was all because of her. Her 'fault,' Izzy might have said. That only made the need to please stronger.

"Then grab Ward's dick, too," Paul instructed.

Izzy flailed in Ward's direction. His enormous 'thing' floated as a vague shape at the edge of her vision. Paul, not letting go, pulled her down deeper onto his dick, until her nose was tickling the hair carpeting his pelvis. She had **** but to stare up at him. He leered at her. How many girls had he done something like this to? He had a wife, she remembered Mina saying that. She didn't mind her husband going off alone to places like Tystalten, where any number of impressionable young women could fall prey to him?

But she wasn't prey. She ran her tongue up the underside of his dick even as the breathless feeling was tightening in her chest. It wasn't like she didn't have a choice in the matter. Finally, her hand landed on Ward's cock. She tried to grab hold of it. It was just barely too big for her fingers to wrap around. She shuddered.

"Yeah," Paul laughed. "You're going to be fun."