Chapter 24

Brooke

As Mark said the words, I felt a heat rush to my pussy. Oh fuck—we were actually doing this— right now.

“Come on, Brooke,” Mark was purring in my one ear, pulling at my arm.

“Come on, Brooke,” Jake was growing in my other ear, locking his lips around the edge of it.

Next thing I knew, the two of them were lifting me easily, carrying me up the stairs somewhere. We passed towering vases that were like works of art, stunning paintings that looked like Jake had done them, endless rooms, one after another. Then finally, at the end of the hallway, we reached the bedroom. The men tossed me into a huge bed of red satin. Then, they paused. They shot each other a nervous look, as if remembering what they were doing for the first time.

Now it was up to me. Luckily, I didn’t have to fake how turned-on I was already—the dual breast fondling downstairs had taken care of that.

So, my eyes going from one of them to the other, I clambered up onto my knees. Then, my lips parted, my eyes half-lidded, I watched them watch me as I played with the hem of my blouse.

There was music playing—maybe there always had been. It had the perfect sensual easy beat for this. Because really, this was fun—and I felt horny as fuck already. There was no rush taking off this filmy little blouse. I could just drape it over my shoulder like this, whack myself with it like that. The same went for my work pants.

I got off the bed, and played with the zipper—up and down, and up and—this time I took the pants with it—all the way down. At the bottom, my butt stuck up behind me, and as I looked at them, they seemed seconds from pouncing on me. I held up a finger and shook my head.

“Not yet, boys,” I purred, “Not yet.”

Now I was just in my bra and panties, which were matching black lace. Jake and Mark were like panting dogs before me. My hands flowed up and down my curves. Up and under my bra. Until one strap was off. And the other. And then, with a little shake, my bra flopped onto the floor in front of me. Now I was braless and they were on their knees. I walked up to them, gave Mark one tit and Jake the other. Together, they sucked moans out of me, while their hands found my pussy. I slapped them away, then, as pleasure throbbed through my breasts, shoved their heads away.

I wasn’t finished yet.

Next, I latched my fingers into my lacy little thong, running them back and forth. Then, slowly but surely, my eyes flicking from one dick to another, I pulled them down. Really, I couldn’t decide who I wanted in me first. So, I let my mouth decide.

First, I worked on Jake’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. By the time they were half-way off, Mark’s bare cock was already ready for me—he’d pulled his pants off himself. Good boy. He clearly wanted it bad—so I gave it to him. I spit on his dick and spread it up and down with my tongue. My hands caressed his balls. Fuck, I was wet already and they’d barely touched me. Now, Jake was clasping my breasts insistently, so I threw my face over his dick to shut him up. That sent him falling back into a seated position, while I eagerly gulped down his cock. Jesus fuck it was big—and so hard, too. Mark was tugging at my head, so I shoved my breast his way. He took it in his lips eagerly, and seconds later I was back at his dick, finishing what I had started. Up and down, and all around, I worked him with my mouth and hand, while he grunted and groaned in pleasure. My nose burrowed into his happy trail as I sucked him off eagerly, gulping him down so far that I practically choked. Somewhere, Jake was grasping my tits, but I barely noticed. I had to finish what I started—it was too hot to leave Mark like this now. I had to finish him—not for himself, but for me. So up and down my hand and mouth went in tandem, pumping him harder, faster, and deeper. It felt good, really fucking good—almost like I was the one being sucked off.

Mark was just fucking loving it. His head was thrown back, while grunts were spilling out of his lips. When his legs started shaking, I knew he was near the edge. So, cupping his balls in my other hand, I sucked him with all I had. Slurp up, slurp down, and around with my tongue and my mouth, bending my lips in, sucking with all the pressure I could, fast and faster. More and more, his full body was shaking now and he was groaning. I didn’t let up in the slightest, and slammed his cock deep in my throat as far as it would go, and that’s when he exploded into me, hot grunting spurt after spurt. I sucked him clean, then turned to Jake with greedy eyes. He was looking at me uncertainly, but I didn’t care. My pussy was vibrating with demanding want. I hadn’t gone this far just to stop now.

So, I threw my face over his dick, stopping halfway. Fuck. Jake was just so fucking big. And hard. And weird as he may have felt about this—he was turned on, there was no denying that. Feebly he tried grasping my tits, while I slapped his hands away. I was sucking him. Right now, I was in control of his pleasure—and mine.

While I swirled my tongue up and down his shaft, he groaned, pawing at my head in ecstasy. I let him guide my head to his dick, shove it all the way down until I was gagging. My body shook with it. This was crazy-hot and I was so wet. Now Jake was starting to finger me, but again I smacked him away. That gave me an idea. I was so fucking horny now—I wasn’t sure I could take making Jake cum too without getting off myself. So, I returned my head to his dick, and pressed my fingers into my clit. Oooo yeahhh.

While I sucked him hard, shallow and fast, I mashed my fingers into my already-throbbing clit. Already, Jake’s dick was trembling and I was trembling with the oncoming release, the un-fucking-bearable pleasure coursing through both of us. Up and down I sucked with my mouth, around and around I swirled with my finger. And—oh—fuck—yes, he was there and I was there. And oh—a bit more—faster, harder, deeper, faster now—and we were both there—more than there—we were it— we were fucking it! Yelling with it, shaking with it, overtaken by it, over and over again.

When we’d fallen still, I lay there for a moment before opening my eyes. I sat up, looking from Jake to Mark, back to Jake again.

“So,” I said, “What do you guys think?”

Mark grabbed my hair.

“I think I wanna fuck your mouth.”

A flash of heat ignited in my pussy. Next thing I knew, my head was being thrust back onto the floor, while Mark was shoving his semi-hard dick in between my lips. My eyes went to Jake, who was watching with round eyes. My gaze flicked to his dick, while I assumed a pleading look. Nodding slowly, he spread my legs and eased his own semi-hard dick into me. Pleasure trembled into me. Oh fuck.

Mark pulled my lips apart farther, while I opened my mouth as far as I could, so he could get his dick in deeper. He thrust himself into me. My moans from Jake fucking my pussy were half-gargled with Mark’s dick in my mouth. In and out he thrust in my mouth, in and out Jake thrust into my pussy. Both of them moved slowly, in the same gradually building rhythm. Mark thrust himself until the head of his cock was burrowing into the back of my throat. When I started gagging, he patted my head.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you?”

I groaned. Because really, I really fucking did. As Jake destroyed my pussy with his now rapid thrusts and Mark thrust into my gags, there was no denying the pleasure I felt. I really fucking liked this.

Already my body was shaking. I felt so completely filled.

Mark and Jake were merciless too. Pounding my mouth and pussy as hard as they could, even as I gagged and groaned, they didn’t let up. They could sense it—that I needed this. Mark clasped onto my hair tightly. As his dick broke into a rapid-fire jerking, I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, trying to accommodate his insistent dick. On and on it thrust, my whole body reverberating with these thrusts, these in time thrusts. And then Mark was grunting, spilling himself into me, and I was gagging on it, gagging on the gooey goodness. With his hand on my hair he held me in place as I choked on his dick. I took a quick gasping breath, only to gulp it down for the last of his cum. Now that he was done, Mark flopped on the floor beside me, to watch lazily as Jake pounded me. Our bodies were nearer to orgasm with every smack together. In and out, harder and faster and, “Ughhh yeah,” I groaned, as Mark squeezed my breasts in time with Jake’s thrust. The pleasure spurted from my breasts to my pussy to my arms and legs, and everywhere. My whole body was one throbbing pulse of pleasure—no longer mine—screaming with it, filled with it, coursing with it—the orgasm. And then Jake was flopped beside me on the floor on the other side.

Mark left to get me wash cloth.

“For clean-up,” he said, with a smile.

I wiped away Jake’s cum from between my legs. Then, I lolled my head in the direction of Mark.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.

“I definitely am,” Jake said, stroking his hands up and down my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, as Mark’s fingers joined him in between my legs.

Mark patted me with an evil grin.

“Oh this? This is nothing, Brookie. Just you wait.”

“We’re going to have you screaming,” Jake growled into my neck as he dipped his finger into my ass.

In and out, further and further Jake probed my ass, while Mark fingered my pussy. Ughhhh, it felt incredibly good having both holes stimulated.

Suddenly, both paused. I opened my eyes to see them looking at each other.

“I don’t know, what do you think?” Jake said.

“I think you need some lube,” Mark said, reaching for the drawer in the bedside table.

Jake dipped his finger into me deeper, stroking my g-spot.

“Shit,” I gasped.

Mark tossed the lube to Jake. I closed my eyes again.

“Now?” Mark said.

“Ready?” Jake said.

And with that, Mark entered me. Just as my pussy smarted with the pleasure, Jake started easing himself into my ass.

“Oh fuck no,” I groaned.

“Oh fuck yes,” Jake growled back, grinding his dick into me further.

Mark paused.

“I can stop if you’d like—if you’re too filled.”

He shoved his dick in deeper and I groaned. He was right—I was so incredibly fucking filled—and I loved it.

“No, no, please,” I moaned.

“No please what?” Jake asked.

He slapped my ass and stuck his dick in the deepest yet.

It felt so good, I could barely talk.

“Please—I— more—in me. Please, please, please.”

My voice was an unrecognizable whine by now, but the two men happily obliged. Mark pumped my pussy faster and harder, while Jake did the same to my ass. It was unthinkable, unbearable, this perfectly in sync pounding of both my holes at once. I was completely filled, completely pleasured. Already, my body was out of my control, flailing around, being used for pleasure. Animalistic noises that weren’t mine were tumbling out of my lips. Meanwhile my whole body had been swept up in the rhythm, the pleasure, the building—the fucking need. The urge. Everything was the urge, building and more, and everything was a light. My eyes were squeezed closed and everything was red. Red thrusts, red groans—red more and more and more!! And now I was screaming with it. In and out. More and more. Fuck and fuck. The throbbing was my body, and my body was the throb. Everything was obliterated. Pleasure so big it killed you. I was coughing with it, howling with it, crying with it. The orgasm to end all orgasms. As they spilled into me and I spilled back onto them.

And even once we were finished, we were still entwined, one gasping, trembling body.