Page 32 of Her Filthy Italians


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A different mouth has captured mine, tongue swirling to taste the other one’s cum. I feel him smile as his partner joins us, and the three of us kiss, our hot mouths biting and sucking.

I reach up and pull the scarf from my eyes. “Wow, that was fucking amazing.” And it was… the most erotic experience of my life.

They laugh together and hold me close.

I slither out from between them, down the bed until I’m level with their groins. I put my hands around their two massive cocks and pump them hard, rubbing them together, pushing their tips next to each other, and mixing their pre-cum around the crowns. I open my mouth to take them both. But it’s impossible to fit in anything more than their warm heads. Even if I push my fingers into the sides of my mouth and pull my lips apart as wide as I can, there’s no way I can deep throat them.

“Sorry,” I say, moving back up the bed, “this isn’t working.”

“No worries, bambina.” Alessio chuckles. “We’ll take it from here.”

They roll me from one to the other, and I feel them, feel their hard cocks straining to be inside me. I wrap my arms around their shoulders and breathe in their masculine scent. I’m ready for them again, but I have no clue how they want to proceed.

Marco clears his throat. “We’d like you to take us both at once, tesoro.”

“You mean like we did on Sunday?”

“Not in your pussy and culo.” Alessio’s tone is gentle.

I let out a gasp as realization dawns. Double penetration in my vag? Eek! “But… is that even possible?”

“We’d take it slow. Make sure you are wet and relaxed enough...” Marco’s gray eyes shine.

I guess they’ve done it before. I want to rise to the challenge. “Okay,” I breathe. “I’d like to try…”

Alessio’s smile crinkles the corners of his eyes. “Brava bambina.”

I breathe in a shallow breath and try to still my stuttering heart as they sheath themselves, ripping open foil packets and rolling condoms down on their giant cocks. More breaths, in and out, and I feel calmer.

I can do this.

Alessio reaches for the lube on the nightstand, bends and squirts it into my pussy. He follows it with his fingers, scissoring and stretching me. I lean back on my elbows and look down. I’m getting wetter by the second I’m so freaking aroused.

He pulls out with a sucking sound. “You’re so beautiful, Sefi. I’m incredibly proud of you. But, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Absolutely,” I nod.

And I do.

I want to be better than the other women they’ve fucked.

Marco lies next to me, and rolls me on top of him, positioning me so that my pussy comes down on his rigid cock. I’m so wet, he slips in without resistance. He wraps an arm around me and guides my head to rest on his shoulder. “Alessio will enter you from behind now, tesoro. Are you ready?”

“Yes, oh yes.” My heart thuds.

Am I insane?

“This might hurt a little,” Alessio rasps.

“Ow,” I hiss, as his cock slides next to Marco’s and pushes into me. “Oh… fuck… fu… fu… fuckkkkk…”

It hurts more than a little… It fucking hurts a lot, and I hear my whimpering breath.

“We can stop,” Marco’s voice is filled with concern.

“No, no. I want you both.”

I won’t let them defeat me.

Alessio pushes some more, leveraging his weight on my body and on Marco’s underneath me. He pushes again until I suck him into me, and God, it feels so tight with their two big dicks inside me.

They groan and thrust together, in between soothing me, telling me how amazing I am, how much they desire me. My body is like an instrument, their instrument, and they play the perfect tune.

Here I am, being fucked like there’s no tomorrow by these two gorgeous men. It’s raw—tender and achy— but so fucking beautiful. I feel like I’ve done well. I’m proud, and the feeling swells inside of me. My heart goes into free-fall.

I love them. I love them so fucking much.

They whoop and unleash a volley of thrusts, bouncing me between them, and I smile like the cat that’s gotten the cream.

Alessio comes first with a bellow, mashing my clit against Marco, which tips me over the edge. I ripple as I come, the waves of pleasure crashing through me. I fill with pride as Marco yells that he, too, is coming, and I lift my face to receive his kiss.

They pull out slowly, and I feel empty. Empty and sore. “Are you okay?” Alessio kisses my lips.

“I’m fine.” The understatement of the century. It’s like someone just shoved a boot up my pussy and kicked my cervix. Hard. I decide to put a brave face on it. Childbirth would be much worse, I imagine. Some women even need stitches…

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