The Red(62)

The man underneath her locked his legs together and Malcolm rose up, covering her back to take her from behind. The fingers were gone soon and quickly replaced with Malcolm's cock. She knew this act was inevitable and while she wanted it, she also feared it. Malcolm read her tension and soothed her with a series of kisses across her naked shoulders.

"Open up for me," he whispered and she spread her thighs as wide as she could. Movement became impossible and unnecessary when both men were fully within her. She was pinned into place by their pricks. Mona buried her head into the crook of the midnight man's strong neck and lay there taking it all in as the two men used her holes in tandem.

It was an obscenity, this act, being fucked by two men at once in both her holes. She felt the two organs separated only by a wall of sensitive tissue that quivered between them, spasmed and flinched. Staked by these twin spears she could do nothing but remain motionless and receive. She dug her fingers into the fine linen fabric of the midnight man's shirt and clung to him as if for life. His breathing was ragged, desperate, hungry and music to her ears. Soft moans lived and died in his throat. She'd never heard sounds so erotic. She looked at him and saw his eyes were closed and his lips were parted and she couldn't stop herself from kissing that mouth that still tasted of everything red and tempting.

"If you were for sale I would pawn my soul to buy you," the midnight man said into her ear. "I would buy you and keep you a naked slave chained to my bed. I would show off your cunt to every man who crossed the threshold of my house so they could see my prized possession and envy me. I would fuck beautiful women in front of you and send them home right after, still dripping with my seed, so you would know that I could have any girl I wanted but you were the only one I wanted to keep. I would tie you to the dining room table and drink my wine out of you. I would let my dearest friends bend you over the billiard table and fuck your pussy and ass while I sat in my favorite club chair, sipping Scotch and watching you writhe for my entertainment. Then later when I'm fucking you in our bed, you can tell me in exquisite detail how much you prefer my cock to theirs. And if you're a very good little girl, I would share you like this, a cock in both holes-and if and when you're an angel to me, I'll let you take a cock in all three. You're a magnificent whore and I'd love to wrap you around my cock every day for the rest of your life."

The words were too much for Mona. Her vagina contracted so hard she cried out. Her stomach muscles rippled. Electric currents shot up her spine to the back of her neck. Her thighs quivered and she shook without moving. The climax with two organs deep in her was devastating. She'd never recover from it. It went on forever and when it stopped she thought she'd died for a moment.




 

 

"I knew you two would get along," Malcolm said as he continued to mercilessly plumb the depths of her.

Mona rested her head on the midnight man's chest and felt the low rumble of his laughter. The two men continued to use her without her active participation. Her holes were wet and open. What more did they require from her but acquiescence? Malcolm's hands scored her naked back and she shivered like a cat being scratched just the right way. The midnight man pumped into her, lifting her by his cock with each thrust. They were building toward the crisis, holding back, then pushing forward together. Her whole being was concentrated now in her pelvis, in the two holes they were using and nothing else. She lay limp on the midnight man's body and waited for them to finish with her. The sooner they finished, the sooner it would all begin again.

Malcolm's hand gripped the back of her neck, not hard but possessively. His thrusts slowed and deepened. He was almost there. She could tell it from the sounds he made-the guttural moans had turned to long low breaths. The grip on her neck tightened. Malcolm came into her, his hot spurts filling her bowels, while underneath her the midnight man lifted his hips off the ground and released into her at the same time. She froze, held her breath, felt their releases in both her orifices. Obscene, being used like this, but she accepted it, relished it, loved it. She loved it. Shamelessly, blissfully, and utterly loved it.

Malcolm pulled out first, and Mona sat up with the midnight man still inside her.

"Beautiful," he said as she arched her back and shook out her hair. "Why are you only a dream?"

"I'm not," she said.

He raised his head and whispered into her ear, "I wish I could believe that." She only laughed. Mona knew just how he felt. He rolled them over onto her back and slid out of her. She closed her eyes and stretched out in the dappled sunlight streaming through the tree canopy overhead. The stream babbled and bubbled in the near distance. Her thighs were slick with semen and she couldn't stop smiling.