In one swift move, he slams inside me to the hilt. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry out. As he sets a slow pace, Breckin eases closer, until his torso is flush with my back. He traces his hands up my thighs, to my ass, massaging the round globes. I’m putty, theirs. Brendan continues to thrust inside me in long, slow motions while his brother teases my asshole before reaching around and flicking my clit. I jerk, little currents of pleasure jolting through my nerves like I touched an electric fence. Over our soft grunts, I hear his zipper open. Then his dick is there. But not at my asshole. From behind, it’s there, right beside his brother’s.
Holding my hips steady, he eases it in. It slides along Brendan’s, stretching my walls. Deeper and deeper, we all cry out, as he pushes his dick deep inside. Full. Beyond full. I gasp, clutching Brendan as I struggle for air.
Nothing’s ever felt so full, so stretched. My chest heaves, heart racing as I bite my bottom lip to keep quiet.
“That’s it, Prude. That feel good?” He slides out then eases in. With each slight movement, their dicks slide over each other, stretching my walls and teasing my nerves in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I nod, it’s all I can manage.
It doesn’t take long for them to set a pace, thrusting into me at the same time. All I can do is hold on as I soar higher, exploding. I’m past the fireworks, looking down at each colorful display. An endless orgasm, one leads straight into another, each movement of their hips triggering another.
They hold me up, sandwiched between them when my arms turn to jelly. When I don’t think I can handle any more, they start alternating strokes. As one eases out, the other slams in. They quicken their pace. It’s hard, rough. I cry out, unable to stop myself. Brendan kisses me, swallowing my cries as he thrusts in deep. His hands drag up my sides to my breasts. He squeezes, pinching my nipples as his brother grips my hips hard and pounds into me with the same intensity.
As the finale booms, a huge display of light filling the sky, I explode, the bright white consuming every fragmented part of me. They thrust twice more together. With a growl, they both turn rigid, pumping their release into me simultaneously until it’s dripping down my thigh. Before they even pull out, we collapse, a tangled pile on the blanket.
Bright sunlight. It’severywhere.
I clench my eyes tighter. Still, the sun manages to sneak in. My head aches. I try to roll over and ignore it, but I’m sandwiched between two people, a tangled mess of limbs holding me in place. Reaching my arm up, I cover my eyes.
The pain persists. Like a bad nightmare, it’s everywhere. And I’m sweating, tangled in an inferno. Everything is hot. Everything aches and feels grimy.
Prying my eyes open for a brief flash, I cringe.
Blinding sunshine burns my eyeballs. That’s all I can make out. Blinding white. I clench them shut, but the pain remains. Like a white-hot poker, it burns its way straight to my stomach.
Two bodies stir beside me.
“Shit.” They move faster. Suddenly, a wall of shade hovers over me. “You okay, Little Girl?”
“H-head.” I groan, keeping my eyes covered.
“Let’s get you inside, Sweetheart.” There’s a tug, a snap, then something is placed in front of my face. “Here, put your shades on.”
Nodding, I slip them on with my eyes still closed.
Hands grip me from both sides. “We’re gonna help you up, alright?”
I try to stand up. My head spins. My stomach turns.
Pain.
Excruciating pain.
It’s too fast, too much. It never happens this fast. Before I can react, I’m hoisted in the air. My head spins. My stomach revolts. I clench my hand over my mouth, trying not to throw up.
“Fuck.” All movement stops. “Hospital?”
“No.” I bob my head, forcing myself to swallow as I cling to the warm body cradling me like a baby. “No.”
“Do you have medicine, Shades?”
I nod, the movement proves enough to send all the contents of my stomach up into my mouth. I flail, hitting the solid wall of muscles holding me up while I mumble, my hand holding in a mouthful of ick.
As soon as he sets me down, I hunch over and throw up. Peeling my eyes open a slit, I sigh seeing that I at least made it in the tall grass and not all over anyone.
“Can you make it inside?”
Holding my hand up, I kneel down and throw up one more time before nodding. I can make it. It’s not that far. A minute, maybe two, then I’ll be inside with the darkness, away from the brutal sun. A minute, just another minute.