What Happens in Vegas

“Good.”

I was so fucking wet. So willing! So totally eager to do anything for the both of them.

I threw my head back in ecstasy. Felt the muscles in my legs go even more taut as my thighs were pushed achingly wide. I was being taken now. Used by them and enjoyed…

MmmmMmmmMmmm…

Corey dropped to kiss me wetly, sliding his tongue against mine. I could taste myself on his lips. Feel the distinct pleasure of a second mouth closing over my neck, as Brody began cuddling up and kissing me from the side.

I was being pounded deliriously, my pussy stretched wonderfully around Corey’s manhood as he drilled me into the bed. The whole thing was intense. Beautiful. Even a little frightening, in the best possible way.

“This is just the beginning,” Brody whispered, cradling me with his body. His arms went around me, his hands clenching me tightly for support…

And then Corey was shooting also, adding his own hot load to the one already between my legs.

Thirteen

LAUREN

They took turns on me, over and over again. Feeding me their warm, throbbing cocks. Screwing me until my toes curled. Constantly swapping positions, in order to take me individually or in tandem.

Brody had been right. That first time was the beginning. The second time had come soon afterward, where they’d gone even harder… lasted even longer, having just spent themselves so fully inside me.

I fell asleep not long after that, my head resting on one lover’s chest while being spooned from behind by the other. I could’ve slept like that for ages. Drifted happily along in a cocoon of warmth and safety and comfort, my pussy all swollen and sated and full.

Only I’d been woken up a few hours later — this time so Brody could have his way with me. And his way included leading me by the hand into Bella’s old room, where the two us slipped beneath the blankets and made out like teenagers discovering kissing for the very first time.

It was all dark and warm in there. Cozy and sleepy and fun. In time Brody nudged my knees apart and began fucking me slowly, leisurely, burying his face between my breasts as he grinded himself deeper and harder into my come-soaked womb. I came again — this time so hard I almost passed out — and we fell asleep some more for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Strangely enough it felt even more forbidden that way. Like it was somehow wrong that one of my lovers had snuck off without the other. I shouldn’t have worried. It wasn’t long before Corey woke up alone, threw me over one magnificent shoulder, and carried me into the suite’s massive living area to have his own version of fun.

The rest of the night was a complete blur. A whirlwind of sex and passion and unyielding stamina, at least on his part. I was

screwed on every one of the couches. Bent over and fucked hard, while gripping the bar. I rode him deep on the ottoman; both feet planted on the floor for leverage as I threw my head back to stare at the recessed tray ceiling, all while he pumped me hard and fast, from beneath.

When we finally climaxed, it happened together. I gripped his shoulders hard as my climax took me, my face dropping exhaustedly against his sweaty, heaving chest. I was utterly spent. Totally drained. I could feel his heart, thundering against my cheek. Pounding in a fast, steady rhythm against my face until I felt that familiar throbbing, that thick, heated pulsing…

Oh fuck yessssss…

Corey’s telltale scream turned into an elongated groan as he pinned my thighs down with both hands and jammed himself home. He filled me with an upward thrust of his hips, blasting my insides with even more heat and wetness. Then he collapsed, arms falling limply at his sides, the backs of his hands scraping the floor.

I don’t remember how I got back to bed. Somehow though, I did.

I woke the next morning to streaming sunlight, warm but alone. I stood up slowly, gingerly. A disheveled wreck on two shaky legs.

“Hello? Brody?”

The bedroom door was open. The main area was still silent though.

“Corey?”

I made my way along, putting one foot in front of the other. On the way out I passed the mirror, and nearly fainted.

“Wow…”

My makeup was utterly destroyed, my hair a tangled ruin. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt. Way too long for me, I recognized it as the one beneath Brody’s button-down.

Down below, my stockings were shredded to bits. The right side was torn through with runs and holes, while on the left, only the elastic band at the top remained. It looked suspiciously like a garter. I had no clue where my panties were, either.