Blake Michaels: Ass Reaming

"Oh," I moaned. "That's it… "

"That's what?" I heard whispered in my ear.

"That's what I want," I answered lazily.

"What do you want?" the voice persisted.

"My pussy and ass worked. My cunt fucked, my holes filled."

"What do you want it filled with?" the voice went on.

"Cock!" I shouted, at the same time rearing my cunt up against the wet face buried in it.

"Whose cock?" the voice insisted.

"Anybody's cock!" I answered quickly. "Any cock I can get. Yours, give me yours!"

"Not yet, baby. You've got to really want it to get it," he answered.

"But I really want it, I want it bad! Give it to me!"

"Uhuh," he answered, "Not until you've convinced me. I don't think you really mean it."

"But I do," I said, whimpering, now. "I want it bad. My cunt's burning up. It's itching to be fucked. Please fuck it."

"What do you think, Bill?" Brace asked. "Is she really ready?"

"I think she could use a couple of cocks." Bill said, almost in a commanding voice. "Yeah, two cocks!" he exclaimed.

Bruce had, without further objection, turned his body so that he was in position between my legs; his cock in front of my dripping hole. He raised his hips to the proper height and pushed forward.

"Aaagh," I moaned as the hot, hard head pressed into me. It continued its penetration without stopping until it was up to the hilt. "Oh, fuck me… fuck my cunt. Give it to me… Oh."

Bill was in the process of slipping under me. His cock finally gently pressing against my asshole. Finally he pressed extremely hard and in went the cock. I had two cocks in me! Both men were now moving together.

"That what your ass hole wants?" Bruce asked, in my ear.

"Yeah… yeah, that's the thing! That's it! Cock! My cunt feels like it's burning up."

"Turn her around so you're on the couch," Bruce told Bill.

Bill twisted my body around so that I lay the long way on the couch, with him under me. This was accomplished without the loss of a single stroke. Their cocks continued to probe up into me in long slow strokes, the steady movements continuing to tense and excite me. I moved my hips up and aligned my body so as to take full advantage of their stiff pricks.

I looked down and I could see one cock buried into me, and right under it I felt the other cock going in and out. The sight and feeling turned me on still more, I was lost in wild animal passion. I increased the motion of my hips.

Bill had not slowed his motions, and together, he and I managed to keep Brace's cock slipping back and forth behind me.

After a while of this, Bruce slipped himself back a little so that his cock became dislodged from the wet nest. It was bone-hard, and it was dripping from the combined juices of love. Bill continued fucking, he didn't notice.

"Don't take it away!" I pleaded. "Let me see it slipping around down there. Let me feel it slip up into me, again."

"Not yet, whore. You're not ready for it."

Bruce slipped cushions under my feet to raise me to the proper height for Bill. That way I didn't have to bear down on him, he only had to move his ass up and down. Then suddenly his prick slipped back still further and it became completely free.

"What the hell!" Bill suddenly shouted.

"Shut up!" Bruce spat back at him. "I was just trying to make it better for you. Why don't you fuck the broad's pussy instead of her ass?"

Bill obediently did as Bruce strongly suggested. He rolled on his side and mounted my body. With one strong movement his cock was in my pussy fucking away.

Meanwhile Bruce was busily moving about the room. He picked up one of the cushions he had used before and slipped it under my ass. As he did that Bill's cock slipped out of my cunt once again.

"Dammit! What the hell are you doing, now!" Bill screamed.

"Shut up!" Bruce shouted back.

"You son of a bitch, you're not doing anything for me!" Bill protested.

"Oh, yes I am, cunt lover!" Bruce answered, his voice almost cruel sounding.

"I can't take that thing, you dumb fuck!" Bill said, his voice mixed between fear and excitement. "I can't take anything up there that way!"

"Shut up and keep fucking. You want that pussy and that pussy wants you. Just concentrate on that and everything will be alright."

So that was it, I finally realized! The guy is queer! While under other circumstances, the thought might have served to cool my passions, this time, for some reason, it only excited me more. I moved my hips back and forth and in circles on the cock buried in me.

Bill, for his part, continued to stroke into me, but with less enthusiasm than before. I knew he was concerned.

"Ouch!" Bill shouted, lunging forward into me. "Bruce, come on, please. I can't take that big thing and that's that!"

"That's nothing! Just take it easy and every-thing'll be alright. Just relax, pussy lover, and keep on fucking." Bruce answered him.

The idea caught my fancy. The thought of a stud getting fucked while fucking me seemed somehow exciting. It seemed sexy. It seemed dirty. I was all for it.

"Do what he says, Bill," I said, "Just think of my pussy… just keep fucking me. That way we can both have what we want."

"But I don't want to get fucked! That's not my bag! This motherfucker can stick that damn cock into any hole he can find. But I don't want it!"

"Yes you do!" Bruce said over his shoulder. "You don't know it, but you do. You want it as bad as her pussy wants it. The only difference is that she admits it and you don't. Now why don't you relax and take it easy?"

"Ouch!" Bill yelled again.

"Will you shut up, pussy lover! You've only got half the head, so far."

"That's already more than I want!" Bill responded.

In spite of his protestations, I could tell the feeling was doing something for Bill because his cock had suddenly become more rigid… raging. His motions became more forceful, and instead of slipping gently into me, his cock was slamming into my cunt.

"Keep up the action, fucker," Bruce said, his voice forceful and demanding. "Keep stroking into hot cunt and get a little of the same."

"It's killing me!" Bill protested.

"Ah, but what a wonderful way to die," Bruce mused, still sounding stern and persuasive.

"Oh, yes, keep up the good work," I joined in. "It's good… keep it up… I love it… please fuck me!"

Bill did as he was told. His strokes became bold and forceful. The length of his cock was repeatedly slamming into my hole with such force that I had to brace myself so I wouldn't be shoved off the head of the couch, I ground my ass back for him, trying in every way I could to make it feel better, to entice him on, to help him keep his pace.

"That's it, fucker, fuck that cunt. Come on let me see the ass slam into her, that's it… now give it to her. That's it, stud, fuck her!" Bruce's voice was excited, and the tone of it carried over into Bill's actions. He did as he was told. He plunged himself into me to the hilt and held himself up against me.

"Oh," I said, "Oh, that's beautiful. Fuck me. Give me that stiff cock."

"Yeah, give her that stiff prick," Bruce interrupted, "And give me that sweet, tight ass of yours. Come on, pull back. Pull it out of her. That's it… "

"Ow… "

"That's it, fucker, back… back… there! You've got the head. Now the rest will be easy. Now you can really ride pussy!"

As he was saying this, Bruce was positioning himself so that his cock was in line with my cunt. In that position, all he had to do was hold himself steady, and each time Bill pulled out of me, he could not help but slip back onto the cock behind him.

"Bruce, that's enough! I can't take any more," Bill whimpered, maintaining a steady motion.

"Yes, you can," Bruce answered.

"Yes you can," I echoed. "I can tell you like it. Your cock is raging. It's bigger and stiffer than I've ever seen it before. You must like the feeling up your ass. Tell me you like it, tell me."