I was expecting him to spear me without warning, but Clash surprised me with his gentle introduction. A single digit slid into my channel, hooking up until it was caressing my g-spot.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed out, my insides clenching him with need.
Another finger was inserted and another before three fingers began moving in and out of me.
“That’s right, baby girl, get that pussy nice and wet for Clash’s thick, long cock.”
His dirty words only encouraged the flow of my arousal to swell. One by one, he plucked his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth so he could taste the mess he made of me.
“Oh, just a taste isn’t enough,” he growled.
My body lurched forward, my hands hitting the unforgiving mattress with a thud as he lifted my ass into the air before touching his lips to the forbidden ones between my legs.
I cried out the second his tongue swiped my clit, my moans and screams becoming so loud, they bounced around the room like an out-of-control bouncy ball.
“Silence her!” Clash demanded. “Feed her your cock until it's buried down her throat.”
Snyder moved forward, lifting my chin until my eyes were even with his impressive erection.
“Swallow every inch, Shasta. I know you can take it.”
Snyder’s dick slipped in so easily between my lips. He steadied my head, slowly moving in and out of me as Clash ate my pussy from behind.
Everything was just too much, and I came so fucking hard that it squirted out of me, covering Clash’s stubble as he pulled away.
“We got a squirter!” he said excitedly.
But I wasn’t a squirter… was I? I’d never squirted before. How was it these men could invoke that kind of reaction from me?
I wasn’t expecting him to enter me so fast, but he’d made me so wet that his initial thrust was met with no restrictions.
He was right. I’d never had a cock that wide before, but damn, did it feel fucking good.
He matched Snyder’s rhythm; my cries of pleasured pain were muffled by the swell of Snyder’s aching cock. His balls were pulled tight, and if I wasn’t in such a compromising position, I would’ve massaged them until I felt his jets of cum hit the back of my throat.
Instead, I took my fucking like a champ, enjoying the tandem approach they took to fucking me, each of their grunts hitting my ovaries like little cupid arrows.
This… this was what I fucking needed. Two men, all the attention, and my body ravaged like it was being attacked by a pack of ravenous beasts.
“Fuck. Jesus,” Clash swore. “She’s fucking tight as hell.”
“She’s perfect,” Snyder added.
“Goddamn right she is.” Clash picked up the pace, and Snyder matched him thrust for thrust, neither caring if they set off my gag reflex.
“I’m going to shoot this wad down her throat, Clashy, if we keep up this pace,” Snyder joked, digging at him like Clash dished out earlier.
“Hold the fuck on, asshole. I’m not done losing myself in her yet.” His hands tightened on my ass, his thrusts becoming more possessive and aggressive with each pelvic jerk forward he made.
I decided that it was my time to take charge. So, I balanced on one arm, gripping Snyder’s length with my other, and began to jerk him as I sucked him off. At the same time, my thighs clenched, milking Clash’s cock like an udder about to burst.
“Oh fuck!” both men growled out.
“She’s fucking squeezing me,” Clash bit out, his fingers breaking the skin on the globes of my ass.
I cried out, my moans getting choked out by Snyder’s cock as I came fucking hard… again. Never in my life had I come twice that fast.
The second he felt the vibration of my desperate moans around his erection, jets of cum shot out of Snyder’s bulbous head, hitting the back of my throat with a fierce velocity that felt like a speeding train barreling down a track.