Sharing Her

Both of them are muscular and powerfully built, with abdominal muscles that could cut glass, and arms that could throw me around like I weigh nothing. They stand over me, and immediately I remember my dream. Only this time, I can see their faces. This time, the men of my dreams are real. Warren climbs onto the bed and lowers himself down to lick my slick pussy, working his finger inside of me while I squirm and writhe with pleasure. Meanwhile, Wilson takes two cords from his coat pocket on the floor and ties my wrists to the bed posts. It’s exactly like my dream. I can hardly believe this is happening!

Wilson kisses me and fondles my bare breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers and eliciting moans from me. “You’ve never been touched like this, have you?” he growls.

“Never,” I answer breathlessly.

“Good,” he says. “We want to break you in.”

Warren pushes a second finger inside of me, hooking his fingers so that he strokes against that sensitive spot deep within that makes me whimper and sigh with pleasure. Wilson stands up on the bed, bracing himself against the wall, and pushes his cock into my mouth. I suck him off while Wilson fingers my cunny, and the stimulation pushes me over the edge. My pussy convulses and cums all over Warren’s hand.

“Fuck yes,” he snarls. “So nice and wet for me, baby. But you need something bigger than my two fingers, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan earnestly. “Please.”

Wilson shoves his cock back in my mouth just as Warren slides his massive cock into my slick pussy. I tremble and whimper at the mingled pain and pleasure. He wastes no time in fucking me, pounding into my virginal hole so hard that I’m seeing stars. Meanwhile, Wilson doesn’t let up either, fucking my throat until I can hardly breathe.

“You love this, don’t you? Two cocks inside you,” Warren hisses through gritted teeth.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Wilson groans as he pounds into my throat. Tears are burning my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Warren’s cock beats against my g-spot again and again, until finally I’m shuddering and screaming with another climax.

Wilson pulls his cock out of my mouth and gets off the bed, untying my wrists so I can move a little more while Warren fucks me hard. “I love the way your sweet little cunt feels, gushing honey all over my cock,” he says, his voice low and rasping. “I’m going to make you cum again, Emma.”

He reaches down to rub my clit while he slams into me, sending me into gasps and mewls of pleasure. I’m so overwhelmed I can barely stand it. Wilson watches, stroking himself, waiting for his turn to fuck the virgin. Warren picks me up and carries me over to the desk in the corner of my room, laying me back and pounding into me with my legs hooked over his shoulders.

“I’m--I’m not on birth control,” I gasp.

“I don’t care,” he replies, and that only turns me on more. Somehow, the chance that he could put a baby inside me makes it hotter. The riskiness, the pure animalistic need these men have to pound into my cunny and pump me full of their hot, sweet cum. I’m ravenous for it. I can’t wait to feel them fill me up.

“You want two cocks again?” Wilson growls in my ear.

I nod vigorously. “Oh god, yes.”

Warren carries me back to the bed and lies down, picking me up like I weigh nothing at all and turning me to face away from him as I ride him, rolling my hips and bouncing up and down on his hard shaft. Wilson comes back over and stands in front of me. I tug his cock into my mouth and suck him hard, moaning with pleasure as Warren grabs my hips and thrusts up into me from below. He fucks me harder and faster, and I can feel him losing control.

“Fuck yes. Just like that,” he groans, reaching up to smack my ass. I whimper in delicious pain, riding him faster, feeling his cock strike against my g-spot while he loses himself. I’m bobbing up and down on Wilson’s dick, nearly gagging myself in my need to fill myself up. I love the sensation of my mouth and pussy stuffed full with cock. I never want it to end.

But when Warren grabs hold of me and shoots his hot, sticky cum deep inside me, I realize how amazing that feels, too. I moan around Wilson’s cock, squeezing my pussy to eke out every last drop of Warren’s cum. When he’s done with me, he gets up off the bed and Wilson pushes me down onto my knees, grabbing a handful of my hair as he shoves his cock into my dripping cunt before I can even react. He fucks me hard from behind, his balls slapping against my ass as he yanks my head back slightly. I feel so used, so fucked out of my mind, and I love it.

“Cum inside me,” I whisper. “Please. Fill me up. Fuck that little pussy.”

I’ve never said words like this out loud before, but Wilson seems to appreciate it. “Oh, you like that, hmm? A huge fucking cock shoved inside your sweet little cunt? Gonna pump you full of my cum, Emma,” he purrs.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmur. Just as he picks up the pace and slams into me again, I’m cumming with a cry of intense pleasure. “Fuck!” I cry out, tears in my eyes from bliss.

Wilson fucks me harder, slapping my ass so hard that I know it’ll leave a mark. Finally, after a few more sharp thrusts, he cums inside of me, pumping my cunny full of his seed. When he pulls out, I can feel both men’s cum dripping down my thighs to stain my childhood bed. It feels so dirty, so wrong, and yet I don’t feel bad at all. In fact, I feel better than I ever have before. Wilson scoops me up in his arms and the three of us head down the hall to shower off together, warm and cozy and exhausted.

As I stand there between them in the stream of hot, cleansing water, I ask meekly, “So? Do we have a deal?”

Both men chuckle, and then Warren says, “We have a deal.”

I’m sitting on the front porch, watching as Jake mows the lawn and Travis carries in groceries from the car. I have my hand resting on my pregnant belly, a laptop next to me on the coffee table. In my lap is a letter from my editor, thanking me for my last manuscript, raving about how fantastic it was. Travis comes up the steps and leans down to kiss me on the lips, caressing my cheek. I smile up at him happily.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing to the letter.

“Just notes from the editor,” I answer. “She loved my story.”

“Well, of course she did. You’re an amazing writer, sweetheart. I hope the baby gets some of your creativity,” he says with a wink. “So, what sounds good for dinner tonight? Jake was talking about making his famous mac and cheese, but I was thinking maybe Italian.”

“Oh god. Right now, both of those options sound amazing,” I groan, patting my belly. I’m seven months pregnant, and just about any food is a welcome food in my book.