Beg Me(69)

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.#p#分页标题#e#

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.

But with an audible pop, he was in. Bryan chuckled and paused for a moment, letting the instrument hang obscenely from my anus, my pussy lube dripping down to coat the instrument.

“You’re a dream come true,” he breathed, looking me in the eye. “Everything Blake and I ever wanted.”

And that’s how I came to play doctor with the twins. Every orifice I had was violated in the space of an hour, the twins’ inventiveness unending and deliciously, delightfully titillating. In the middle of the anal sex, Blake paused for a moment and whipped out a camera, the pincers still dangling from my clit.

“What?” I gasped. “No!”

I knew I looked a mess, nude, my pink bits red and inflamed with all sorts of clamps squeezing and pulling, obscene and sexual at once.

But he merely shushed me.

“You’ve never looked so beautiful,” he soothed, clicking away as the flash popped. “Seriously, we might never get this chance again,” he admonished as the shutter whirred.

And I couldn’t help but pose and preen a bit, loving the attention, the delicious wrongness of what was happening.

“You’re not in any of these,” I’d whined when we were back home, looking over the developed pictures. “I barely see any cock.”

“Baby, you’re a thousand times more beautiful, who would want to see Bryan and I posing naked with medical instruments jammed in our behinds?” asked Blake.

But I knew there were gay mags that would pay a lot of money for that stuff … and all sorts of men and women who would die to see identical twins stuffing each other, lovingly fucking each other’s asses.

“You never know,” I said with a sly smile, a twinkle in my eye. “You never know.”





CHAPTER THIRTEEN


Blake




“So what’s up?” asked our sergeant as we walked into his office. The sarge was a great guy, in his fifties but still buff, a devotee of the gym.

Bryan and I had taken some time off to come by on the precinct on the pretense that we were investigating potential career options. Callie had given us the perfect opening.

“But do you know anything about police work?” she’d asked quizzically. “I mean, walking a beat can be so tiring, so different from school. Is there anyone you could talk to about what it’s like to actually be an officer?”