Page 19 of Bro Amazing

His cock slowly slides into my pussy, and my nerves start to slither away. The stretch feels so good, and he's not being rough with me. If anything, being bracketed by two men is comforting, even if they are doing dirty things to me.

"Tell me how it feels," says Quintin, holding my leg up so that Miles can pull out and slide home again. He's developing a steady rhythm, stirring the embers of my last orgasm.

I'm not sure if Quintin is talking to me or to Miles. My hands creep up to wrap around Miles's waist as his hips thrust in and out, pressing me back against Quintin's bare body with each movement.

"So good." They're the only words my mouth can form as I struggle to process the pleasure of Miles's cock fucking me and Quintin's equally hard cock pressing against my ass. My tight forbidden hole. I can't help but shift my hips a little in his hold so that he's seated right against it. He could press in at any moment, and the terrifying possibility ratchets up my pleasure even more.

Quintin chuckles in my ear and presses even closer, wedging his cock between my ass cheeks.

"Our Clarissa is a very dirty, daring girl it seems," says Quintin. "So eager to have both of us impaling her at the same time. She wants all of her holes filled at once. Can you imagine what that will be like? For me to fuck your tight, pert little ass while Thrower pounds your beautiful pink pussy?"

It's getting harder to breathe with every second I imagine that scenario. To be so full, and although I'm already the center of attention for two men, it'd be even more intense. I want that so much.

I push my ass back a little more against Quintin's cock.

"Soon, Clarissa." Quintin chuckles. "We'll have to train your ass before you'll be able to take one of our cocks up there. But don't worry, we can make your training sessions very fun."

Miles groans, pistoning faster, gliding easier with each thrust as I imagine the dirty forbidden things these two men want to do to me.

"Fuck, I can't wait. She's so tight. Even better than Ender described. Play with her clit. I want to feel her come on my cock."

Quintin's hand slides from my hip to right above where Miles's cock is filling me. It only takes a couple swipes with his wicked, fast fingers before I'm exploding between them.

Miles freezes, clutching me close as he groans his orgasm into my neck. "Such a beautiful pussy. Thank you."

My body doesn't even feel like it exists. I feel like I'm floating through the most beautiful part of space. Like I'm one with everything around me.

"Then if it's okay with you, I'll take my turn with our girl," says Quintin.

"Of course." Miles rolls onto his back and my body naturally follows, unwilling to give up the cozy snuggles of post-coital bliss, so I'm splayed out on his chest.

It's cold, but Miles is warm.

The blanket is a tangled mess at the bottom of the bed, but the chill on my skin is forgotten as Quintin moves to kneel behind me. He's a dark shadow in the room, and I wish the light was on so I could see him. Although then he would see me completely too, and I'm not sure I'm ready for someone else to see how I look right now. Miles's softening cock is still in mypussy and my juices are running down the inside of my thighs. Not to mention that my ass is probably spread with my legs on either side of Miles's hips, displaying the tight little crinkle of my asshole.

Quintin reaches out to shift my hips and Miles's cock slips out. There's something so sad about no longer being filled, no longer being connected in such an intimate way. At least until the head of Quintin's hard cock notches at my pussy and he eases right in, not even seeming to care that his friend was just in the same hole, or that said friend is still right there beneath us, his dick only an inch or so away.

"Fuck, you're right. The perfect pussy," groans Quintin, bottoming out in one smooth motion. "I'll never use my hand again now that we have a girlfriend."

"She's perfect," agrees Miles, turning my head to capture my lips in a kiss.

It's sweet and soft, which is a contradiction to the rough way Quintin is holding my hips and fucking me from behind with a single-minded determination. This is a new position for me, and the way the tip of his cock brushes against the front wall of my pussy with each thrust is absolutely delicious. Everything is more sensitive after two orgasms so close together, nearly in succession.

I lift myself off of Miles slightly, my nipples brushing against his bare chest as I push back a little, pressing myself onto Quintin's cock even as he thrusts forward to impale me. This is what I wanted. To participate, to enjoy Quintin's roughness against Miles's softness. And the added tease of bare skin against my nipples is tantalizing.

Breaking our kiss, Miles reaches up with a lazy smirk and pinches one of my nipples. It hurts and I can't stop the squeal that rushes out of me, but as soon as he releases, pleasure floods where there was pain only a moment ago and it sends me overthe edge. I collapse on top of Miles's chest as my body writhes with waves of pleasure. Quintin leans over the both of us, thrusting into my pussy a couple more times before collapsing as well in a heap of pleasure.

Chapter Nine

I'm absolutely starving, and there are no snacks in my room. Which means I need to go downstairs and face my roommates.

They're the reason I'm so hungry, I'm certain of it, but the idea of facing them after last night has me blushing furiously and wanting to hide my face under my pillow. It's embarrassing enough to know that I masturbated to the thought of them, but for Quintin and Miles to come upstairs and call me out on it after their game is positively humiliating, and what we did after that …

My inner thighs are sticky from my own wetness where it dried, and the memory of the things they did to my body while talking so dirty has me flushed and fanning myself for a whole separate reason from embarrassment. I'm not sure when they left my room because I'd fallen asleep quickly after so many blissful orgasms.

And now I may have to face them when I go down to find some breakfast.

I scrub off the smell of sex in the shower and try to turn on my author brain without getting worked up again. If I loved it this much in real life, my critique partners and readers will hopefully love it too.

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