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Melanie closed her eyes, and repeated in a trembling voice, "Only sluts masturbate in public places."
Brad rewarded her by turning up the butterfly for a few seconds, which caused her to buck under her black lover. Clayton grunted as he stroked into her, asking, "And what do sluts need, Melanie?"
Melanie offered tentatively in a tiny voice, "To be fucked?"
The answer seemed to please Brad. "Sluts need to come Melanie, but sluts also need to be owned. You've fought us hard. You can give in. You don't have to struggle anymore Melanie. Anyone would crack by now... you can break. Let it go. Give it to us. You want to give it to us, and we'll take it. You don't have to fight so hard anymore. You must be exhausted. Just let it go. Do it," he said soothingly. "No one could blame you. You've fought so much harder than you had to. It's not your fault. You can't help it. You can give in now."
She let go at once, moaning openly, fucking Clayton back, whimpering and finally begging. "Please let me come, please fuck me and let me come like a slut on the floor please, please! Make me come. I need to. I'm so close."
Clayton rammed his huge cock all the way in. "Yeah, baby. Come on my cock, Melanie."
She responded to his voice and her face crumpled with the strain of the waves of tense orgasm that flowed over her. She clamped down, her muscles clenched in an iron grip as she writhed under his hard body. She screeched as her climax ripped its way through her. "Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck your whore," she said, climaxing hard until it made her small.
Small, and clingy in his arms.
"Oh that was beautiful Melanie," Brad said. "The photos don't do you justice, but I got a video and the audio of you begging will be very useful."
He seemed surprised when she didn't react with anything but a small sob.
"Now you want come again don't you?" Clayton asked her, and seemed astonished that she admitted it right away. She didn't fight him at all, too dazed to know what he was doing, as he rolled onto his back, and made her straddle him.
Brad moved behind her, and she realized that he meant to fuck her too. "You wouldn't let me in your pussy before, Melanie, so now I'm going to spurt up your asshole and give you a load to take home."
Having already pulled down the raggedy panties that he'd cut a crotch hole in, and spread her ass cheeks. "We want you to feel impossibly full and used. Whores like two cocks in them at the same time, Melanie," he insisted and started to press into her ass, tight and compressed as it was.
She'd never had anal sex before, and it scared her. She pleaded and begged but he was too hard by now, but he had to have her, and he had to have her this way. His cock head popped past her sphincter and made her scream.
"Don't worry slut," he grunted as he sank into her tight asshole. "You'll get to come again. It won't hurt as much either if you do."
He turned the ladybug back on and Melanie felt her body respond.
"My god, I love your sweet ass," Brad said, and she felt both cocks deep inside her. "Sorry, slut. Whether or not you enjoyed it was beyond my comprehension for a second, as I was lost in the reverie of fucking your squirming struggling ass."
His strokes were slow and painful for her, but Melanie quickly realized that the toy was her salvation. If she could reach orgasm again, the searing pain would stop and so she pumped down onto the vibrating toy while he fucked her, and his rhythm increased. "That's it. Let it go. You're going to milk Clay's prick buried in your cunt. You're so tight and perfect; I'm going to take you in this hole every time we meet. With something. A plug. My cock. My fingers. Just know that your ass is going to be used every time y
ou see me, and now I'm going to claim it as mine."
With that, he grunted and let the zipper of his pants scratch her skin as he pumped spurt after spurt of gooey semen into her ass. The feel of the warm ejaculate sent her over the edge. And her screaming orgasm set Clay off.
They both held her by the hair while she screamed out in intense pleasure at how filled she was. And Clay filled her pussy with a load of cream that bathed her insides, pump after pump.
Afterward, she lay under her ex-boyfriends, almost faint and shaking. They carefully dressed her, rubbing her sore muscles and kissing her shoulders softly. Truthfully, they were so nice to her that she was half-afraid that she'd wake up in the morning and find out it was all a dream.
Thankfully, with their seed dripping out of her and the holes in her bra and panties, she had evidence that it was real. And the pictures, too. She was going to love looking at those.
"So, is that what you meant in your letter?" Clayton asked her, kissing her throat with a returned gentleness that only now seemed appropriate.
"Yeah," she said, pleased to her very core that he'd read it and actually decided to do something about it. Grateful that it was everything she could have asked for, and more. She hadn't even thought to involve another man, but being double-penetrated had given her the best orgasm of her life.
"You want some help studying now?" Clayton asked, chuckling a little bit.
Melanie was exhausted, but too happy to do anything but sass him. "Only if you can handle me getting a higher score than you on the test."
Clayton raised a brow, as if daring her to try. But Brad chuckled, "She doesn't just want to be our slut—she wants to be our Straight-A Student."
Melanie's body still throbbed with a deep and abiding gratification that made her leer lustfully at her ex-boyfriends. "I do. And I really want to get back together…with both of you."
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