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“That’s it,” he murmured, stroking my hair as his dong disappeared between my lips. “Keep going, pretty girl,” he murmured.
And soon I was airtight. I had two massive twelve-inchers buried in my body, one in my mouth and the other in my pussy. I’d never felt so filled, plugged in every way, stuffed yet feminine. It was a new me, and I reveled in the experience.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I tried to say, but it just came out as an “Mmph! Mmph!” around my stepbrother’s cock.
But they knew what I was trying to say and began a rhythm in my body, syncopated at different ends, stuffing me in and out, treating me like a total fuckslut.
I loved it all. A tremor built in the base of my spine, weakening my knees, and if I hadn’t had two cocks spearing me on both ends, I probably would have collapsed because the tidal wave came at once. With a muffled shriek, I shuddered and screamed, my cunt clenching down on Zan’s shaft while I sucked with renewed fervor on Zeke’s cock.
“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” I mumbled without abandon, the men’s heaving and pumping growing in intensity. With no warning, the dicks burst in me simultaneously, emitting sweet, hot man milk, spraying my pussy walls with fertile, hot seed while pumping viscous ejaculate down my throat. My orgasm went wild, and I shook even harder on their poles, my body vibrating like a metronome gone crazed, rippling with waves of pleasure as I came again and again.
As we recovered, I heard Zeke exclaim, “Fuck she’s a squirter!” as he looked down at himself. I smiled because I knew it was true. I have the unique ability to spray female juice, and his thighs and abs were probably now coated in my nectar.
“Mmm, we’re lucky then,” growled Zan as he pulled his dick from my mouth, watching as the semi-flaccid pole emerged, drenched in saliva and sperm. I coughed slightly, my throat sore and dry, but it was totally worth it because that man meat had tasted good.
“Girls who can spray are at a premium,” murmured Zan as the last of his dick came free, dripping wetly onto the floor. “Baby, you’re going to be one of our stars,” he rumbled, stroking my hair as I struggled to stand, my holes gaping and achingly empty all of a sudden.
“It’s a lot of money, honey,” added Zeke, grinning as he wiped himself clean. “But trust me, sweetheart, you’ll love it.” I nodded, unable to speak because I’d just had the most delicious, heart-shattering experience of my life, and I’d do anything for these handsome men. Anything at all.
CHAPTER NINE
Zeke
The little girl had proven slutty beyond our wildest dreams. Who would have guessed that the shy mouse we’d met at lunch so long ago would turn out to be so sensuous? Dollar signs should have been flipping before our eyes. We could have been counting our hundreds, all made on Melly’s back.
But the thing is we haven’t filmed our sister for production yet despite the fact that she’s an obvious goldmine. I mean, we should have put her to work that very first day. Time is money after all. Instead, my brother and I hadn’t even had her sign a contract. We just petted her a bit, stroked her hair, and made vague noises when she asked about doing work.
It’s the weirdest thing, to be honest. Usually, we’re quick to make a buck. Opportunity knocks, and sometimes it doesn’t knock twice. But it doesn’t feel right to put Melly to work in front of the camera. There’s something special about her, and judging from all the extraordinary treatment she’s getting, it’s something major. Even more odd is the fact that my brother and I haven’t been using protection, and we’re guys who are always protected.
“Zan, Zeke,” Melly breathed after a hot session, panting a bit as she straightened. Her boobies jiggled enticingly as semen ran down her thigh. “Should we have used something?” she asked with a confused expression. “I’m not on the pill.”
Zander and I had stopped short. Not on the pill? All fertile women used the pill. This was the twentieth century after all.
But Melly saw the looks on our faces and shook her head.
“I don’t use it because I wasn’t seeing anyone at school,” she said shyly. “And I don’t sleep around, so there was no need.”
Fuck, this little girl really was different from the whores we worked with. Melanie was unstintingly generous when it came to sharing her body, but she was uniquely naïve and still young. Not all dudes were getting such a great package.
“Honey,” said my brother gently. “Do you want to be on the pill?” He gave her a searching glance.
She flushed. “No, I heard it makes you fat,” she whispered. “I also heard it gives you mood swings, and makes you depressed.”
