Kafran palms my back. “You’re doing so well, Little one.” He removes his fingers. I can’t see what he’s doing, but a minute later, he nudges my tight hole with what I assume is his cock.
“Another deep breath,” he orders.
I’m not sure I’ve obeyed any of their breathing commands, but I try hard to do so now, inhaling slowly until my lungs are full and so is my bottom. It’s so tight. Both my holes are stretched to the max now.
Neither man moves. They both stroke my skin reverently everywhere. My hips, breasts, face, neck… They keep touching me, and eventually my body relaxes. The double intrusion is demanding movement.
“Please,” I beg.
Kafran lifts me by the hips, slowly easing me off Skarg’s erection until just the tip is inside me. Then he lowers me back down.
Every nerve ending in my body tingles, but seemingly billions of them are inside my channel, and they’ve all come alive from a dormant sleep to make themselves known.
It’s so good. So incredible. Better than anything I ever could have imagined—and these two men have given me some amazing orgasms.
My clit is pulsing, demanding attention.
“Grind your clit against the base of my shaft,” Skarg orders.
When Kafran lowers me the next time, I do just that and end up emitting a high-pitched, erotic sound as I rock against him.
Kafran presses me forward again, keeping a hand between my shoulder blades while he eases partway out of my bottom and thrusts back in.
I cry out from shock and pain and pleasure. All three combine to cause a burst of energy that makes me want to bounce up and down on Skarg’s shaft.
“Easy, Little one,” Kafran demands. “Take your time. Let your body adjust.” His voice is strained as he eases in and out of me again.
Using my hands to brace myself, I meet Skarg’s unfocused gaze and lift up as high as I can before impaling myself again on his cock.
Kafran moves in sync, seeming to know exactly when to pull out and push back in. There’s a rhythm, and the three of us find it quickly.
My arousal grows once again as the stretching eases, and I’m left with pure pleasure. I’m bombarded with sensations. I can’t fully focus on any one thing between both my holes and the sway of my newly pierced tits.
Skarg’s face tightens, and his entire body stiffens right before he gasps and then moans through his release.
The pulsing of his semen entering me is so powerful that I can feel it.
Kafran grips my hips tighter to steady me as he finds his own release in my bottom seconds later.
A wave of renewed arousal takes over my body. A frenzy of need I’ve never experienced before. I felt a desperate need when their essence got on my skin in the night, but this is so much more powerful.
I come so hard that my pussy and bottom clench down on both my Papis’ erections, causing the two of them to groan so loudly that their sound eclipses my own cries of release.
One orgasm becomes two, or maybe it just won’t stop. I can’t catch my breath. All I know is a deep need for them to keep fucking me, harder, faster, again.
Instead Kafran pulls out of my bottom and lifts me off Skarg’s erection. He quickly turns me around, cradles me against his chest, and hurries from the bedroom.
I squirm in his arms, pushing at him, trying to get him to release me. Why did he stop? I need more. I didn’t want them to pull out of me. I wasn’t ready.
Did I even come? Oh, yes. I did. A lot. I think I’m still having an orgasm now, but it’s not enough.
Suddenly, I’m lowered into the basin and water surrounds me. Kafran holds me under the water while Skarg grabs the sprayer and angles it between my legs, the pressure pounding against my pussy and tight rear hole. He uses his other hand to soap my folds and continues washing me for several minutes, letting the water out and refilling it until he’s finally satisfied that I’m clean.
Kafran wraps me in a soft towel and brings me to his chest.
I whimper against him, trembling and confused as I regain my faculties. “Ohh…” I mutter.
Kafran chuckles. “Yeah, oh. We warned you. Now you know.”
