Just One More

I’d merely sighed and nodded in assent, but my mind was buzzing in a totally different direction. I knew myself well enough to know that I was in love with my dark, dangerous twins, and that Blake and Bryan were my future.

So I took their hands in the hospital room, squeezing their big fingers with hope and love.

“What’s next?” I asked softly. “I just wanna get out of here,” I said, looking around at the antiseptic environment. Nauseatingly, there was the unmistakable smell of chemicals in the air, someone’s chemotherapy treatment I was sure.

“We’ll get you out of here as soon as the doctor clears you,” Blake promised, shushing me. “But first … a kiss,” he said, bending low to place soft lips on mine.

And I sighed. This was exactly what I needed after the nightmare of this morning. I returned his kiss with relief, breathing in his woody scent, reveling in the magnetism of his nearness, his maleness, the pure masculine presence.

“Hey, what about me?” teased Bryan lightly. “My turn,” he said, bending down. But Bryan wasn’t kissing my lips … at least not my upper ones. He’d parted my hospital gown so that I was bare before him, my body luscious and nubile, naked before their gaze.

And with one big hand, he parted my thighs so that my slit was on view, the pink pussy lips healthy and plump, beckoning to him.

With a groan, he bent his head and placed a soft kiss onto that quivering womanflesh, my cunny immediately growing wet with need and want.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please, it’ll make me feel so much better.”

And my boyfriends obliged, stripping the gown off so that I was bare on the gurney, my body fleshy and delicious for their enjoyment. I spread my legs like a slut, begging them to take me, holding my boobs up for their enjoyment.

But the boys had something different in mind.

“Ever played doctor?” asked Blake with a wicked grin. In fact, I’d played a lot of things with them, but never in a hospital setting.

“No,” I said coyly, writhing a bit on the white sheets. “What did you have in mind?”

And Blake whipped out a metal instrument.

“We know you hate medical things, but this looked especially interesting.”

My eyes widened with shock.

“What is that?” I gasped. The tool was long and thin with little pincers at the end.

“Frankly honey, we have no idea,” said Blake lasciviously. “But I know what I want to do with it,” he said with a grin and spread my legs apart further. “Bryan, hold her open,” he directed, and his twin moved forward to spread my cunny, pinning the labia back with his fingers to expose my hot pink wetness, damp, moist and oh-so-juicy.

My clit was so hard and big that it stood up like a little dick, alert, waving almost in the cold hospital air. But I felt hot, overheated in fact, from the gaze of the two men before me.

With careful hands, Blake positioned the pincers right over my clit and seized the trembling nub, squeezing. Gently at first, but then with increasing pressure, he tightened the pincers so that my love bud began growing red and engorged, distended with pleasure.

“Ohhh!” I squealed, looking down between my spread legs. “Oh god!”

My pussy was creaming wetly, leaving a damp spot on the sheets, but the twins weren’t done yet.

“My turn,” said Bryan, brandishing another tool. And I almost screamed when I saw what he held in his hand. It was like a metal tube, clearly meant to go into my vagina. But what set it apart were the ringdings on all sides, tiny buds that would graze my internal channel, make me slime with pleasure.

He held it up before his mouth, breathing hotly on the cold metal.

“Ready little girl?” he asked, his eyes fixated on my cunt. And I parted my legs obediently, spreading them further as Blake continued to pinch my clit. My little hole opened obligingly, gaping and hungry at the prospect of penetration by that huge, metal dong.

But Bryan wasn’t looking at my vag. He pushed my knees up so that my butthole was exposed and positioned the club against my back entrance.

“No!” I shrieked. I couldn’t. That tool wasn’t meant for anal play and I wasn’t ready, my body couldn’t do it.

“Yes, you can,” he said with an evil grin and slowly, oh so slowly, began inserting the metal into my ass.

“Nooo!” I wailed, the pressure intense. I began breathing heavily, rhythmic pants as if I were about to give birth. But really it was to loosen my sphincter, help me deal with the discomfort to come.

Because it hurt, my anus getting dicked by the medical tube. My little pucker stretched and twisted, going from a light pink ruffle of pleats to beet red, contracting between every insistent push by Bryan.