Sharing Hannah

“We’d do anything for you,” I groaned, lifting my hips.

Twenty-Two

“HANNAH”

I went down on them together, side by side. Licking them slowly up and down. Swallowing them whole. Switching back and forth between them, one big erection filling each of my eager hands.

It felt incredibly wicked, doing it on my knees. Doing it in my sluttiest lingerie; an outfit bought for a trip never taken. I was on my own living room floor. Blowing two guys at the same time, with the lights dim and soft music playing and my pussy getting wetter and wetter, in anticipation of what these two muscle-bound savages were going to do to it.

God, I felt like a totally different person.

“Hannah” was everything I could never be as Brooke. She was impulsive instead of measured. Bold and boisterous, instead of generally quiet and reserved. Best of all she was open to crazy new things — like sucking off a pair of virtual strangers on her own couch — that my true self would never have done.

In a way it felt powerful. Totally free. Like I’d liberated myself of some self-imposed shackles, socially and emotionally. Bonds I’d never even realized I’d been wearing at all.

But beyond that? The whole thing was unspeakably hot. Running my hands over their flat stomachs. Bringing them hard in my wet, churning mouth. Teasing their smooth bare thighs with my manicured fingernails, before cupping their heavy balls in my eager hands.

Adam rose first. He climbed behind me as I prostrated myself before Dante, making heavy eye-contact with him as I practically worshiped his cock. I felt the familiar tug of my G-string, being pulled to one side. The flutter of excitement in my stomach, as Adam pressed the head of his swollen cock snugly against my slick, eager entrance.

He pushed in with a slow hiss, feeling so big and thick inside me it skirted the line between pleasure and pain. Pleasure won out though, my mind swimming with the contentment of being so utterly, thoroughly filled. Adam’s hands went to my hips. His fingers curled, digging into my flesh. Sending a shockwave of anticipation through my body, as he began pumping me with deep, deliberate strokes.

“I missed this fucking thing…” he murmured, somewhere behind me. The sentence came out tight, almost like a curse. “The whole time we were gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about being inside you again.”

The words were sexy, dirty, sensuous. They had me gushing.

“God, you feel so tight…”

I bucked and rolled my hips, sending myself against him. And the whole time, moaning around Dante’s cock. The harder Adam fucked me the deeper I went, swallowing his friend all the way down to the balls. I was surprising myself. Reaching all new limits of what I thought I could do, and then breaking those limits as well.

“Tell me you like it.”

“MMMmmmMMMmmm…” I moaned. I was a little too busy to talk.

“Tell me you—”

“I love it…” I gasped, popping Dante from my mouth. Gripping him tightly by the base, I ran his wet shaft up and down the side of my face. “I fucking LOVE it…”

Adam’s hands went tighter, his fingers digging deeper. I glanced back to see his two big arms, flexing mightily. The deep, beautiful cuts separating his biceps and triceps, straining to keep my ass in line as he picked up the pace and started fucking me in earnest.

Suddenly I felt Dante’s fingers roll, as he made a fist in my hair. There was a flash of pain, the pull of a few strands… then he was plunging my face back downward, over his hard, throbbing cock.

“Awwww fuck,” he grunted, as he slid all the way in. My hands were on his thighs now. I could feel them flexing powerfully, just beneath my open palms. “Holy fuck...”

He held my head down for a moment, keeping himself buried deep in my throat. A few long seconds went by, while he held me pinned and motionless. I could feel his shaft, throbbing powerfully against my tonsils. The smooth, rounded head of his cock, twitching crazily, beating exactly in rhythm with his heart…

“Fuuuuuuuck!”

His orgasm happened abruptly, and came as a complete surprise. I felt his fist roll a little bit tighter, and then he was shooting off, straight down my throat.

Oh… oh wow…

I held my breath at first. The underside of Dante’s cock thumped powerfully against my tongue, pulsing three, four, five and six times. It poured down my throat, he was really that deep. So far down, all I had to do was relax and accept it.

“FUCK ME…”

He was cursing loudly, saying the same words over and over. Holding me tightly against him, but not so much as to cause me to gag or pull back. Eventually his grip relaxed. His fingers fell away, sifting through my hair. Almost apologetically he sank back into the couch, his totally-rigid body going utterly and completely limp.

And through it all I swallowed him, moving my lips up and down. Draining every l