Cindy Violated

by Viktor Redreich

  Ian took my hand and Jason took my other one. They led me through the handsome apartment to a door at the other side that led into a gorgeously-appointed bedroom. I took the place in, my eyebrows raised, casting my gaze around the place for the first time.

  "You like it?” Ian asked.

  "Yes," I breathed as I felt Jason’s hands wind around me from behind. He pushed one over my front, across my neck, tilting my head back so I could look him in the eye.

  "It’s all yours tonight," Jason told me and kissed me, his hand still on my throat.

  Ian sank to his knees before me and began to push up the hem of my dress, reaching to coax down my panties. I could hardly take all of this in. There was just so much to feel, so much to process. When they both touched me, my body had to run at double-time to make sense of it. I felt like my head was going to burst. Jason parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me harder, his grip on my throat tightening. I felt Ian lower his mouth to my pussy for the first time.

  To say that the sensation was explosive would have been a wild understatement. Their mouths on me, moving in tandem for their individual purposes, was incredible, intense. Ian slipped his tongue out to caress my clit and I moaned into Jason’s mouth and tried to wrap my head around the way this was unfolding. I couldn’t believe this was happening. For such a long time, I had denied myself anything even close to this, but now I had two men, two men who seemed intent on worshipping every inch of my body.

  Ian’s hands sank to my thighs. Jason caught the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my body so that his friend could eat me out with even more intensity. I pulled back for a moment and looked into his eyes, the eyes of the very first man I had ever let myself feel anything physical for. I wondered if he knew just how much I wanted this. Could he see the eagerness on my face, the way my eyes lit up when I looked at him?

  His fingers were firm on my throat, not painful or constricting, but I knew that they could be if I wanted them to be. He smiled at me, a smile that spoke to something deviant and delicious. Maybe this was what he had wanted from me all along, from the start. The thought of it was enough to make my heart pound with excitement. Had he laid eyes on me and imagined sharing me with his friend like this? Imagined turning my body into this palace of pleasure that both of them could worship?

  He kissed me again, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and I shuddered and reached down to run my fingers over Ian’s head.

  Soon, the capacity for rational thought escaped me, and all I could do was give in to this pleasure that the two of them were bestowing on me. I would have thought that this would be difficult for me, given I struggled with giving myself over to people completely, let alone two of them at once. But the way they touched me, it was impossible to linger on anything for too long. They were so quick, their caresses so insistent, I couldn’t give much thought to anything else.

  It wasn’t long before I could feel myself getting close, and I began rocking my hips against Ian’s face as Jason slipped his hands beneath my bra and played with my breasts. He pinched at my nipples, running his fingers eagerly over my sensitive spots. I practically toppled back against him, grateful that he was there to keep me upright. I tipped my head back and pushed it against him as I came, unable to make a noise as the pleasure ripped through me. My body gave in to what it had needed all this time, what it had wanted more than anything else.

  I convulsed as Ian traced his tongue over me, his mouth pressed eagerly to my pussy. When I looked down at him, his face was covered with my wetness. I reached down to touch his forehead, caressing his face. He smiled at me and got to his feet. He kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips, and all I could do was kiss him back, lose myself to another mouth on mine. The way it made me feel--alive, burning bright with all of this.

  Jason guided me back to the bed. I was bare-ass naked, right there in front of both of them. They were still fully dressed--the power differential was intense, a reminder of everything they had over me tantalizing. They could have done anything they wanted with me and I had to trust them to roll with what I needed.

  "I want to get fucked," I breathed, not sure who I was directing that sentence at. I didn’t care who was the first one to be inside me, but I didn’t want to pass up the chance to give myself over.

  Chapter 13

  Greedy for life

  They exchanged a glance then began to undress. I flicked my gaze between them as they took their clothes off, admiring the similarities and the differences in their bodies. They were both strong, muscular, but Ian had a little more hair over his chest while Jason was smoother. They were both tall, but Jason had wide shoulders that tapered down to a slimmer waist. Ian was thick all the way down. And their cocks--well, they were both impressive, but Ian’s was longer and more slender while Jason’s was thick and impressive.

  "Turn around," Jason ordered me.

  I went to swivel on the bed, Jason maneuvered behind me, pulling me so that I was horizontal on the sheets. My ass was pointing toward him and my head was aimed at Ian. I could hardly wait to see what the two of them would do next. They seemed to have me just where they wanted me.

  "Condom?” Jason asked.

  I glanced around to see him pointing to the bedside table. I gripped hold of the sheets below me tight. This was happening, this was really happening. My pussy was aching with wetness and I could hardly wait a moment longer. I had been holding out my whole life for this moment, denied myself so much, told myself that I wasn’t allowed to indulge the way I wanted to, that it was filthy and dirty and would ruin everything about myself. Little did I know, of course, that I was completely right. There was nothing at all wrong with ruining the person I used to be. I wanted to leave her behind. I was ready.

  Ian passed Jason a condom, and I listened as he tore it open and rolled it over his length. I wiggled my ass back and forth in front of him in what I hoped was an inviting fashion. After all this time, after all this waiting, I was about to get what I had craved so deeply for so long. I had no idea what to expect, no idea how this was going to feel, but I knew I was ready. So ready.

  And with that, I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy. I gasped as I took him into me for the first time.

  I was sure it was going to hurt, having someone take me like this. That’s what I had always been told, that having a man inside me for the first time would be difficult. I had heard stories of bleeding, of blood-soaked bedsheets, of pain and discomfort--everything that I would have to put up with just to have a man fuck me. No wonder I had put it off for so long.

  But, as he pushed inside me, I realized all of that had been an outright fucking lie. He felt incredible. More than incredible. After a brief moment of discomfort, I realized that this was what I had been waiting for all this time. The power of his body moving against me; the strength of him as he fit inside me for the first time. I silently cursed the old version of myself that had turned down the chance to get on this sooner, the very first night we had met. But I knew now that I had needed that extra space and time to figure myself out.

  I moaned softly as he filled me all the way up. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, the feeling of his cock opening me up and taking him in as deep as he could go. Yes, it was new, and it was a lot to take in at first. I had never felt anything like it before, and it felt different than anything I had expected. I felt good. Full. As though this was what I should have been using my body for all this time. Maybe that sounded crazy, but I was mad at myself for convincing my brain that this was so twisted and wrong. I had been made to feel this, made to take this in, made to let men have me this way.

  Once I had gotten used to the feeling of it, I lifted my head and looked at the man before me. Ian was standing there, stroking himself slowly, watching as his friend pushed in and out of me at a steady pace. He was hard, his cock impressive, and I wanted to feel him inside of me, too. I knew I couldn’t have him fuck me, but I could taste him, right?

  I looked up at
him and parted my lips, letting him know without having to say that I wanted to feel him inside my mouth. He moved forward, guiding his length toward my lips. I closed my eyes and slipped out my tongue so I could taste him.

  He slipped his impressive cock all the way into my mouth, not holding back for one instant. It was the first time I had ever blown a man, but I thought back to everything that Cara had taught me when she had guided me through this whole thing like the benevolent teacher that she was. I swirled my tongue across the underside and tasted the salty drops that told me he wanted me, badly.

  And just like that, I was taking two men inside me for the very first time. I was loving every moment of it.

  I had never imagined I would be capable of something like this, but it felt as though it was the natural progression to everything I had done so far. I had experienced so much I had sworn to myself I never would. Losing my virginity had to be huge, had to be bigger than everything else. I knew I was never going to forget this. Hell, I was already addicted to the feeling of both cocks inside me, filling me up, having me, taking me.

  "Fuck, you’re so tight," Jason groaned.

  I pushed back against him. The sensations had transformed once more, this time into pure and blunt pleasure. I moved one hand between my legs to touch my pussy. I felt him sliding in and out of me from behind, savoring every inch of me as though he could never get enough. His fingers sank into my ass and I could only arch my back and let him go deeper, deeper.

  Ian was slipping into my mouth harder now, using me like I was there to be used, and I supposed that I was. And that flipped a switch in me once more. Just when I thought I couldn’t reach any new heights of decadence or lust or arousal, I found some new angle that drove me crazier than the one that had come before. I belonged to these men, and I was theirs to use as they saw fit. My body, my holes, my mind, my touch, it all belonged to them now. And somehow, that was freeing--knowing that the responsibility wasn’t on me any longer. I had made the choice to come to this point, but now, I was here it was all on them.

  That allowed me to let go completely. Anything I had been hanging on to was gone. I didn’t have to worry anymore. I didn’t have to hold back. We were just three people, finding each other, discovering each other for the very first time. They didn’t know it was my first time being taken like this, but they didn’t have to know. All that mattered was that they could finally be the ones to give me what I had wanted all this time.

  It wasn’t long before I could feel myself getting close again. The sensation of Jason inside of me was a lot to take. But my body was doing everything it could to get me there, and I could already sense my pussy aching for that release.

  When I came, it seemed as though the whole world had tilted on its axis for a moment. Ian pulled himself from my mouth, apparently sensing that I was going to be pretty much useless for anything. Jason held himself still inside of me. My pussy was clenching over and over again around his cock--the feeling was intense like I was milking him, taking everything that I could get. He groaned, and I let out a cry that seemed to stir up some rabid beast inside of me. I had been fucked, and I had come around his cock, nothing else in the entire world mattered to me at that moment.

  I pushed back against his dick and reached for Ian once more, drawing him back into my mouth, tasting him, licking him, letting him slide himself deep into me. I wanted him to fuck my throat. I wanted to feel him fill me with his sperm. I wanted both of them. I felt wild, unleashed, and I moved my hips hungrily back against Jason to take him as far into me as I possibly could. Ian slipped his cock deep into my mouth and began to use my throat the way I wanted him to.

  The fullness was what pushed me over the edge, again and again. I came hard, my body shivering and trembling, still, somehow finding room and desire for more. My blood was boiling as they both fucked me, one sliding in as the other slid out, trapping me between them in the most delicious way. Jason grasped my hips and pushed into me once, twice, three more times, and I felt him twitch in my pussy before he came.

  Moments later, apparently unable to hold out any longer at the sight of his friend coming inside me, Ian came down my throat, filling me with a generous dose of his seed. I moaned and swallowed every drop greedily, drinking it down like it was the most delicious treat.

  They both slowly pulled out of me, and I collapsed down onto the bed, catching my breath. I couldn’t believe all of that had just happened. Every inch of me was on fire with lust and desire. The covers were soft under my skin as the two of them went to go get cleaned up. I stared at the ceiling, smiling to myself. I was a little sore between my legs, but nothing intense, nothing that I wouldn’t be able to get over if one of them were to kiss it better.

  Ian was the first to return from the bathroom, and he slipped down the bed next to me, pulling me against him and nuzzling into my neck. I snuggled against him. I never thought that a man who had just been so intensely rough with me could possibly be so sweet and gentle, but the contrast was just what I needed. Everything that had happened … it had been a lot to take in, and I needed someone’s kind touch to remind me I hadn’t done anything wrong.

  "You’re amazing," he murmured, and kissed my neck softly, brushing his lips over the exposed skin like he couldn’t get enough. I reached back to touch his bare leg. He was so strong and masculine. I knew at that moment I was always going to crave something like this--the touch of man, his caress, the way he held me and the way he fucked me. I loved women, too, but this made me feel complete.

  "You too," I replied, even though it felt like a thin response given the intensity of what had just happened between us. I wanted to tell him that he had changed everything for me, that my life was never going to be the same after what we had just done, but I knew that wasn’t how it worked. Besides, I wanted to keep that to myself. It made me a little proud to think that, the very first time I had done anything like this, I had been good enough at it that neither of them had figured out my inexperience.

  "Can I ask you something?” He trailed his hand up my thigh and over my ass.

  "Of course."

  "Have you ever had anyone fuck you in the ass?”

  I was caught off-guard by the question. Here I was, lying there and feeling like I had just proved my sexual depravity beyond all doubt, and now he was throwing something new on the gauntlet for me. I bit my lip and turned to him, shaking my head. "I never have."

  "Have you ever thought about it?” he asked, running the back of his hand over my hair.

  I nodded. I had heard a lot about it, in the porn that I had been watching before I’d managed to find the two of them, but I had never in a million years thought that it was something I could do. It was … dirty. Filthy. Something held back for all but the most experienced of sluts.

  But, I supposed, after what I had done this evening … I probably fell under that banner, as well. I looked at him, at this man who wanted every part of me, and I saw no reason why I shouldn’t give it to him. He had already proved he knew what he was doing. I wanted to see how it would feel to have him use me in a way I had never imagined before.

  "Yes," I replied, and he smoothed his hand down my body again.

  "Can I try it with you?” he asked.

  I hesitated then nodded again. I wanted this. I wanted to know how it felt. Now that I had discovered the sensation of a cock filling me up, I wanted to know how that felt in every other permutation that I could have it.

  He flipped me over and pulled me against him. I could hear the shower in the bathroom next to us and felt a little naughty knowing we could be walked in on at any moment. Yes, Jason had just fucked me, but still, I was about to do something that I had never imagined I would get up to in my life before.

  Ian moved his hand between my legs, guiding his fingers to the sopping-wet slickness of my pussy; he trailed it back, toward my asshole, and I gasped as I felt his fingers run over me for the first time.

  "How does it feel?" he murmured.

  I moa
ned softly. I didn’t know what to say. It felt … good. He pushed a fingertip into just the entrance of my ass, probing me like he was letting me get used to the feel of being used in this way. It was strange, and it hurt a little at first--different to being fucked in the pussy, that was for sure. But, as he pushed his finger deeper, and then a little deeper, I let out a long sigh of relief. Yes. Yes. This was what I had needed, even if I hadn’t known it when I walked in here--all my holes, filled with cock. I needed to prove to myself that there was no level of depravity I couldn’t keep up with. I was willing and I was able and I was good at it.

  He pushed his finger deeper into me, and I winced then found that it mellowed out into a warm, comfortable pleasure as he let me get used to it. I thought I had felt full before when the two of them had been taking me, but his finger was enough to make me feel like I was achingly overstuffed. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to take his full length inside of me but I was more than happy to let him try.

  He eventually guided another finger inside of me, going slow, letting me get used to the way that it felt. I moved a hand down between my legs and began to play with my clit, matching his touch with mine. The pleasure from my pussy seemed to make everything easier to handle, and before I knew it, he had three fingers buried all the way inside of me. I gasped and pushed back against him, loving the feel of him, surprised at how easy it was to take every inch of him.

  "How does it feel?"

  I came back to reality, realizing that I was going to need to come out with something. Words had escaped me. I nodded, finally. "Good," I breathed back.

  He reached into the bedside cabinet, the one that he had drawn the condom from when we had been going the first time, and took out a small bottle. He squeezed out a drop of glistening lubricant into his fingers and then dipped down to push himself back into me once more. I bit my lip and pressed my fingers against my clit, grinding my hips back and forth. He felt good, better than he had any right to feel.