But, as he pushed inside me, I realized all of that had been an outright fucking lie. He felt incredible. More than incredible. After a brief moment of discomfort, I realized that this was what I had been waiting for all this time. The power of his body moving against me; the strength of him as he fit inside me for the first time. I silently cursed the old version of myself that had turned down the chance to get on this sooner, the very first night we had met. But I knew now that I had needed that extra space and time to figure myself out.
I moaned softly as he filled me all the way up. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the feeling of his cock opening me up and taking him in as deep as he could go. Yes, it was new, and it was a lot to take in at first. I had never felt anything like it before, and it felt different than anything I had expected. I felt good. Full. As though this was what I should have been using my body for all this time. Maybe that sounded crazy, but I was mad at myself for convincing my brain that this was so twisted and wrong. I had been made to feel this, made to take this in, made to let men have me this way.
Once I had gotten used to the feeling of it, I lifted my head and looked at the man before me. Ian was standing there, stroking himself slowly, watching as his friend pushed in and out of me at a steady pace. He was hard, his cock impressive, and I wanted to feel him inside of me, too. I knew I couldn’t have him fuck me, but I could taste him, right?
I looked up at him and parted my lips, letting him know without having to say that I wanted to feel him inside my mouth. He moved forward, guiding his length toward my lips. I closed my eyes and slipped out my tongue so I could taste him.
He slipped his impressive cock all the way into my mouth, not holding back for one instant. It was the first time I had ever blown a man, but I thought back to everything that Cara had taught me when she had guided me through this whole thing like the benevolent teacher that she was. I swirled my tongue across the underside and tasted the salty drops that told me he wanted me, badly.
And just like that, I was taking two men inside me for the very first time. I was loving every moment of it.
I had never imagined I would be capable of something like this, but it felt as though it was the natural progression to everything I had done so far. I had experienced so much I had sworn to myself I never would. Losing my virginity had to be huge, had to be bigger than everything else. I knew I was never going to forget this. Hell, I was already addicted to the feeling of both cocks inside me, filling me up, having me, taking me.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," Jason groaned.
I pushed back against him. The sensations had transformed once more, this time into pure and blunt pleasure. I moved one hand between my legs to touch my pussy. I felt him sliding in and out of me from behind, savoring every inch of me as though he could never get enough. His fingers sank into my ass and I could only arch my back and let him go deeper, deeper.
Ian was slipping into my mouth harder now, using me like I was there to be used, and I supposed that I was. And that flipped a switch in me once more. Just when I thought I couldn’t reach any new heights of decadence or lust or arousal, I found some new angle that drove me crazier than the one that had come before. I belonged to these men, and I was theirs to use as they saw fit. My body, my holes, my mind, my touch, it all belonged to them now. And somehow, that was freeing--knowing that the responsibility wasn’t on me any longer. I had made the choice to come to this point, but now, I was here it was all on them.
That allowed me to let go completely. Anything I had been hanging on to was gone. I didn’t have to worry anymore. I didn’t have to hold back. We were just three people, finding each other, discovering each other for the very first time. They didn’t know it was my first time being taken like this, but they didn’t have to know. All that mattered was that they could finally be the ones to give me what I had wanted all this time.
It wasn’t long before I could feel myself getting close again. The sensation of Jason inside of me was a lot to take. But my body was doing everything it could to get me there, and I could already sense my pussy aching for that release.
When I came, it seemed as though the whole world had tilted on its axis for a moment. Ian pulled himself from my mouth, apparently sensing that I was going to be pretty much useless for anything. Jason held himself still inside of me. My pussy was clenching over and over again around his cock--the feeling was intense like I was milking him, taking everything that I could get. He groaned, and I let out a cry that seemed to stir up some rabid beast inside of me. I had been fucked, and I had come around his cock, nothing else in the entire world mattered to me at that moment.
I pushed back against his dick and reached for Ian once more, drawing him back into my mouth, tasting him, licking him, letting him slide himself deep into me. I wanted him to fuck my throat. I wanted to feel him fill me with his sperm. I wanted both of them. I felt wild, unleashed, and I moved my hips hungrily back against Jason to take him as far into me as I possibly could. Ian slipped his cock deep into my mouth and began to use my throat the way I wanted him to.
The fullness was what pushed me over the edge, again and again. I came hard, my body shivering and trembling, still, somehow finding room and desire for more. My blood was boiling as they both fucked me, one sliding in as the other slid out, trapping me between them in the most delicious way. Jason grasped my hips and pushed into me once, twice, three more times, and I felt him twitch in my pussy before he came.
Moments later, apparently unable to hold out any longer at the sight of his friend coming inside me, Ian came down my throat, filling me with a generous dose of his seed. I moaned and swallowed every drop greedily, drinking it down like it was the most delicious treat.
They both slowly pulled out of me, and I collapsed down onto the bed, catching my breath. I couldn’t believe all of that had just happened. Every inch of me was on fire with lust and desire. The covers were soft under my skin as the two of them went to go get cleaned up. I stared at the ceiling, smiling to myself. I was a little sore between my legs, but nothing intense, nothing that I wouldn’t be able to get over if one of them were to kiss it better.
Ian was the first to return from the bathroom, and he slipped down the bed next to me, pulling me against him and nuzzling into my neck. I snuggled against him. I never thought that a man who had just been so intensely rough with me could possibly be so sweet and gentle, but the contrast was just what I needed. Everything that had happened … it had been a lot to take in, and I needed someone’s kind touch to remind me I hadn’t done anything wrong.
"You’re amazing," he murmured, and kissed my neck softly, brushing his lips over the exposed skin like he couldn’t get enough. I reached back to touch his bare leg. He was so strong and masculine. I knew at that moment I was always going to crave something like this--the touch of man, his caress, the way he held me and the way he fucked me. I loved women, too, but this made me feel complete.
"You too," I replied, even though it felt like a thin response given the intensity of what had just happened between us. I wanted to tell him that he had changed everything for me, that my life was never going to be the same after what we had just done, but I knew that wasn’t how it worked. Besides, I wanted to keep that to myself. It made me a little proud to think that, the very first time I had done anything like this, I had been good enough at it that neither of them had figured out my inexperience.