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On the bed, he lay back, his head on the pillows, his cock standing at attention. All for her, and her pussy clenched as she stared at his massive cock. She could hardly wait for him to stuff her.

“Ride me,” Anthony said with a growl in his voice.

Gladly, she lifted a leg over him and climbed on top, her hands resting on his chest. Leaning on him, she realized his strength. All man. Powerful and seductive. Her man.

Yes, he was older than Wesley, but that’s what she enjoyed about him. It was like life had rubbed the hard edges off of him and made him into a man who would be a wonderful husband and father.

And she hoped they were making a baby today if they had not already done so.

The bed shifted and Wesley climbed up behind her. His tongue caressed her buttocks, easing her heated flesh. Sliding down, he flicked her clit before he sucked it into his mouth. A groan escaped her and she pushed back, needing more of his tongue, but he leaned her toward Anthony’s cock.

“Grip my cock when I bury it deep inside you. And, honey, I’m going to pound your pussy today into submission.”

Eager to have him inside her, she rose above Anthony and slid down over his hard cock, her eager, wet pussy greedily accepting him. Leaning back, she went lower until she hit his pelvis. The feel of his long, hard cock snug in her pussy was almost enough to send her over the edge. The plug in her ass was tight against him.

She was filled with cock in both of her holes. Stuffed, and all the pleasure from before returned like a storm battering her with lust.

She gasped. She was so full, so tight, and yet she wanted more, she needed more.

She wanted Wesley’s cock to replace the butt plug. To fill her, so that she could experience both of her husbands at the same time.

She began to move up and down on Anthony, his cock rubbed her clit, building the pleasure inside.

Wesley’s hand caressed her buttocks, his hand rubbing her ass, pressing her toward Anthony, lifting her to the right angle.

As she hovered over Anthony’s chest, he gripped her face and kissed her. A moan escaped her as their tongues tangled, and still she wanted more.

She wanted both of her men. Inside her now.

In a swift move, Wesley pulled the plug from her ass with one hand while the other fondled her clit. When the plug came free, she felt opened wide, empty, and bereft.

“Wesley, please fuck me.”

Leaning over, she felt the flared head of Wesley’s hard cock press against her trained ass. Slipping inside, slick and hot, he pushed and the pressure grew. Slowly he shoved his rock-hard cock into her, her muscles quivering with submission as he filled her, stretching her.

“Aargh,” she cried suddenly, not certain she could do this. It wasn’t the pain; it was the invasion. The feel of being stuffed with no space for either cock.

“Relax, honey. It will be easier if you do,” Anthony told her.

With both of them in her body, there was no room. And yet, her body surrendered, the tight ring of muscle giving way as his cock slid deep inside her. When he was completely in, he paused, letting her adjust to both of her husbands inside her body. She was completely filled.

“Squeeze me, Pearl, squeeze me hard,” Wesley gasped.

When she clenched her muscles, she felt as if she were attacking and holding hostage both men. Both of their cocks stuffed inside her.

As he moved in farther, then retreated, the feel of him hard, thick, and so wonderful, flowed through her. God, she never imagined it could be this good. She never imagined that she could love two men, but she did, and she would do everything she could to make them happy.

Pinned between them, she whimpered at how they controlled her completely. They began to move, and she gasped, crying out at the rush of feelings.

First, Wesley, then Anthony, each pushing her closer to the edge as they retreated and then filled her over and over. Between them, they maneuvered her body, bringing them all to the brink of pleasure.

Anthony kept his word and pounded into her pussy taking it prisoner with Wesley retreating. Between these two men was where she belonged. Thank God she had run from Charleston and now this was her life. A life that she’d never dreamed possible.

She needed the two of them to fuck her. To claim her. To make her theirs. She belonged to them and only them.

They were her men. Her husbands, her lovers. And she couldn’t live without them.

“Please, can I come?” she cried, not able to hold out much longer.


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