Sharing Her

The way they talk about me, it’s like I’m a toy to them. I shouldn’t like this. I don’t want to like this. But I feel my cunt getting wetter at the thought of being tossed around by them, and Mike’s exploring my clit is only making it worse.

“Let’s get her warmed up, first,” Mike says.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Brett agrees, and he flicks my nipples with his thick fingers. I moan, but I get silenced by Brett’s kiss. I feel his stubble scratch my face as his tongue explores my mouth, and I can’t help but let him in.

He tastes like whiskey, and I smell manly cologne on him. I know he wants to push his hips against mine, but he’s giving Mike room to finger me.

For his part, every time Mike’s teeth graze my neck, I feel like I’m already right on the edge of coming.

“This won’t take long at all, will it?” Mike says with a chuckle. “I think Maddie has a crush on us.”

“Here I thought we were getting the better end of the deal,” Brett growls.

Brett’s hands on my breasts is like nothing I could have imagined. Actually having a man give them attention is totally different than me playing with myself. He feels their weight, flicks my stiff nipples with his thumbs, and lets his fingers dance across them.

My breasts are smooth and full, but he makes them feel so much better just by touching them.

Mike is rubbing his fingers over my clit better than I’ve ever been able to rub myself. Between him and Brett at my breasts, I feel my body starting to revolt against me. Everything in my brain says not to let this happen, but I want it. I want it so badly, and I have for so long.

Waves of heat start to pulse from the sensitive nub between my legs, and I let out a long, low whine as I try to close my legs, but Mike’s hands are strong, and his fingers are good at working their way inside me.

I start to push my hips up into his hand, and he controls me with just that one arm. My lower abdomen starts to feel tense, and if Brett’s tongue weren’t halfway down my mouth, my jaw would fall open.

Memories are flooding back to me. I felt so jealous when I saw how they flirted with their girlfriends. I wanted them to be touching me like that.

And now, they are, and it’s so much better than all the dreams I had about this.

“None of our girlfriends ever wanted this,” Mike whispers. “It takes something special to act on it. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you, Maddie?”

How the hell can they read me like an open book?

“You’ve been too quiet, Maddie,” Mike goes on. “Let’s hear you say it. The contract says anything we want. I want to hear you beg for us.”

Brett pulls his lips away from my mouth, and he goes to my neck while Mike teases my clit. He’s going just slow enough to keep me from cumming, and he knows it.

“Come on, Mads,” he insists. “Beg for us. Tell us how much you want it.”

“I…” I start, but I’m so dizzy from lust that I can’t think straight. “I want…”

“Who do you want?”

“I want both of you,” I moan in a pleading tone. “God, I’ve been thinking about this for so long! The contract was like a dream come true. All I want is for you two to fuck me so hard I can’t breathe!”

Mike leans so close to my ear that I can feel his hot breath inside it.

“Good girl.”

He hooks his fingers inside my pussy while his thumb brushes my clit, and I feel myself spill over the edge of cumming. I cum on his hand while I let out a long, deep sigh, and I thrash in their grip as the feeling shakes my whole body.

Mike’s cock is hard on my ass, and his grip is so, so strong. Brett’s hold on my tits and my neck means there’s no escape--it’s an overwhelming feeling on every one of my most sensitive spots.

When I finally stop cumming, Mike slides his fingers out of my pussy, and he brings my cum up to his mouth, where I hear him suck it off before he playfully pinches my cheek with clean fingers.

“Let’s get you upstairs.”

Brett steps back, and I melt into Mike’s arms before he scoops me up bridal-style.

I’m a dizzy mess as he carries me up a huge set of wooden stairs, then down a hallway to a bedroom.