Lost in her revelry, she didn’t notice that Quinton had started thrusting into her mouth. She loved the taste of him, salty yet sweet. His rigid cock felt delicious as he thrust against her tongue. She could suck his cock forever and never tire of the taste and feel of him. Before long she could feel his balls tighten and his cock stiffen. He was close. She couldn’t wait to taste him as he shot his load in her mouth.
“Oh God, baby. Here it comes,” he grunted, gripped her head harder as he thrust, once, twice, three more times into her mouth just as the first big jet of cum hurtled toward her throat. Andrea closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks, taking every drop of cum Quinton gave her, drinking it all down. When he was finished Quinton panted, and slowly removed his cock from her mouth. He bent down and hungrily kissed her.
“My turn,” Justice said as he yanked her away from his brother and ushered her toward the kitchen. “This will have to do. I can’t wait anymore.” And without any pretence or gentleness, he pushed her over the kitchen table and splayed her hands flat on the smooth surface. Her ass sticking up in the air, she felt Justice push her legs apart. Andrea cried out in pleasure as he simply placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and shoved in one fluid movement.
Her pussy was soaking wet and felt as if it were on fire. Justice’s cock felt like an iron piston as it pushed into her, filling her up immediately. She heard both brothers chuckle. Then he stopped. Moaning, Andrea leaned back against him to find his cock. Justice chuckled again, not moving. Andrea realized he wanted her to do the work. She was only too happy to oblige.
Justice stood still behind her, while she impaled herself on his rod. Her ass and legs thrust out so she could push her ravenous cunt over his cock. After a few moments, he growled lowly, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her again, his balls slapping against her clit as he fucked her.
Andrea had never been fucked so hard in her life and she was loving every minute of it. It was animalistic and wanton, something she knew she would crave from them in the future. Holding on to the table for dear life, she loved the power of Justice’s thrusts. Trying to imagine the look on his face as he plowed her pussy, his cock stiff as a pole being rammed into her, was intoxicating. She was being taken hard, rutted by her rough stud. Her nipples sore from being rubbed against the cold steel of the table, in time with Justice’s rough fucking, had her crying out in pleasure. She loved it, wanted more of it, and desperately needed it.
As Justice assaulted her pussy, Quinton sat in the chair in front of her, watching her. He had a dreamy look in his eyes, and licked his lips as if he was watching a porn film. His eyes never leaving hers heightened her pleasure, as Justice groaned, and started pounding harder into her.
“Don’t worry, babe, when I’m done, we can just start over again. By then, big brother will want his turn.” Justice panted, gripping her hips so hard she knew he was going to leave a mark, but she didn’t care.
Andrea’s mind raced, thinking what they had planned next.
“Loosen your grip, Justice. I don’t want her body marked,” Quinton said lowly to his brother. Justice loosened his fingers, and resumed his fucking. The room filled with the beautiful sounds of her pussy sloshing as Justice’s dick rammed inside her, his hips slapping her ass as he pounded into her.
Quinton stood up and ran his hands through her hair petting her lovingly. He reached underneath her and grabbed her breasts. Her nipples already tender, she moaned as he gently pinched them and her pussy clenched. She was so close to coming.
“Turn her over,” Quinton said to Justice. Andrea whimpered as Justice’s cock slowly pulled out of her. Gently, he rolled her onto her back. Both brothers grinned as she immediately opened her legs wide. Justice wasted no time, and slid his shaft back into her, quickly. He hardly paused before thrusting again, balls-deep. Andrea moaned loudly in pleasure at the sheer feel of the new position. Her pussy felt so full. Her heavy breasts jiggled in time with his thrusts. Her legs were splayed wide as Justice’s cock pistoned in and out of her. Quinton moved closer, and placed his cock near her lips. Andrea smiled, and leaned her head up as much as she could to take his shaft into her mouth once again. The position was awkward at first, but soon he too was thrusting into her. Andrea was in heaven. She had two cocks inside her and from the lustful looks on their faces, they were as close to coming as she was. As she slurped away on Quinton’s cock, Justice picked up his pace, and his thumb began to rub her clit. The friction of two cocks in her and the pressure of Justice’s thumb was enough to send her over the edge in a fiery explosion.
Screaming out her release, she barely felt Justice’s grip tighten as he thrust hard one more time, emptying himself deep, as jet after jet of his searing cum washed her womb. Her orgasm rolled over her as Quinton growled, grabbing her hair, and soon she found herself gulping his hot seed. When Quinton finally pulled himself from her lips, Andrea lay back on the table, gasping for air, as stars twinkled overhead. Gently, and tenderly, Justice slipped from her exhausted body, as she slowly closed her eyes, welcoming the warmth that surrounded her.
Chapter Sixteen
Andrea slowly woke, sandwiched between two hard male bodies. The heat emanating from the two of them was almost unbearable, but she didn’t care. Softly kissing each of them, she scooted out of the bed, trying not to wake them.
Heading toward the kitchen, she looked around quickly, spotting what she desperately needed…coffee. Walking over the scattered clothes on the floor, she started rummaging through the cabinets for a mug, filter, and coffee grounds. Finding them, she swiftly put water in the pot, and loaded the tray with fresh grounds, hitting the start button.
Leaning over the counter, she watched, and mentally challenged the machine to brew faster. She never heard him walk up behind her, but jumped when his arms wrapped around her. “It won’t brew any faster with you staring at it.” Quinton chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
“That’s what you think,” Andrea muttered, never taking her eyes off the pot.
“Are we not a morning person?”
“No,” she grumbled in response.
“Well, I know something that will take your mind off that. Come here and give me a kiss.” Turning around, Andrea shouldn’t have been shocked to see him naked, and she wasn’t. However, the impressive erection he was sporting did shock her. Quinton was grinning from ear to ear, and slowly, deliberately stroking his gorgeous cock brazenly in front of her. “I’m hungry,” he salaciously said.
Andrea hadn’t taken her eyes off his gorgeous cock the whole time, nor did she hear what he said. Licking her lips, thoughts of hot coffee fled, only to be replaced with a desire for something more, warm, yet salty. Quinton obviously noticed her reaction, and laughed. “Baby, if you want me, just come get me.”
“I want cock,” she said, staring at his hard shaft.
“Now, see? That wasn’t hard was it?” he said reaching for her, taking a hold of her hand.
“Oh, it’s getting harder,” she replied. Quinton moved fast, pulling her into his embrace, and swiftly taking her mouth. Andrea wrapped her hands around his pulsating cock and started stroking him. Her fingers ran up and down his thick, throbbing shaft. His cock felt so alive and thick in her hand, as his tongue controlled her mouth. Her breath quickened, as all thoughts of a hot cup of coffee fled.
Gently breaking the kiss, she slowly sank to her knees. A look of triumph spread across Quinton’s face as he realized what was about to happen. He was such an imposing, masculine man, with a hard body and throbbing cock, and the thought of him being all hers flooded her body with warmth. Quinton hissed as she worked his warm rod, into her mouth.
Sliding her tongue over his balls, she popped them into her mouth, sucking on them tenderly. Her tongue slid slowly and lasciviously right across his long shaft. The veins along his cock felt huge against her tongue. She heard a low groan as she popped the head of his cock in her mouth, trying to get her tongue to roam around his thick meat, as much as she c
ould. He held her head as her mind swam in lust and desire. Looking up, Andrea met his gaze as often as she could. She enjoyed sucking his cock, and loved the way he held her head. He was a gentle lover but firm. He was sweet, yet demanding. The perfect mix for her.
Holding her head perfectly still, she opened her mouth and gave him complete control, knowing that he would never hurt her. Quinton grinned, and slowly but steadily forced his bulging cock into her willing mouth and back out again. Andrea was so completely aroused by seeing his hips and powerful torso move in time with her mouth. Her eyes started to stream, and occasionally he pulled right out so that her spit and his pre-cum dripped down her chin. He teased her with his shaft. Quinton picked up his pace, and Andrea felt his heavy balls slap against her chin. She felt his cock thicken and tense even more and she knew she was about to get her morning cup.
“Oh fuck, baby!” Quinton shouted, throwing his head back as he struggled to maintain his balance. He grunted loudly, as hot jets of his cum flew out of his hard shaft and down her throat. Andrea hollowed her cheeks and closed her lips tightly around him as she greedily sucked down his seed. Quinton left his cock buried in her mouth, gasping for air as his orgasm continued and then finally subsided. As he pulled out, Andrea swirled her tongue over his shaft to mop up the remaining cum from his cock, licking all the way down his shaft and across his balls again until no drop of him remained.
“Well, I thought I wanted coffee, but now I think I want something else,” Andrea heard from just behind her.
Laughing, she turned to smile at Justice, and stopped, seeing the lust as it radiated off him. Still on her knees, she crawled over to him and said, “I’m still thirsty.”
“Fuck, bro, she’s insatiable,” Justice said to his brother as she started licking and nosing him. Justice growled, as she gently nipped his balls. “And playful too, I see.”
With Quinton’s cum still fresh on her tongue, she grabbed Justice’s cock and took him into her mouth. She gave him the same treatment as Quinton. She was consumed by lust again as she sucked his cock. She loved them in her mouth, loved pleasuring her gorgeous, hot-looking men. Andrea continued sucking Justice as Quinton moved behind her, kneeling. Reaching around her, he grabbed her breasts and began to play with her sensitive nipples. As he rubbed her body with his hard, hot hands, she moaned when one hand shifted lower, easily finding her cunt. She was soaking wet again and Quinton must have felt her shiver, as his fingers slid easily into her cunt with no resistance. He fingered her roughly three or four times but then pulled them out.
He laughed as he noticed she’d already started bucking her hips to his fingers and he saw her frustration that he’d just as suddenly taken them away.
“I think our little sub wants to be fucked, brother,” Quinton said to Justice.
“Sure thing, brother, but give me a second,” Justice replied, panting, as he picked up his pace, pumping furiously into her mouth. “Oh fuck, baby. Yes, suck my cock. Just like that. Squeeze those lips tighter. Oh, fuck, oh shit. Here it comes, baby,” he cried, as he gripped her head and unloaded his cum into her mouth. Andrea swallowed him down, and then cleaned him just as she had done his brother, not even a few minutes ago. Licking her lips to mop up the excess cum, she looked up at both brothers. They had broad grins as they leered at her.
Andrea wondered what she looked like, on her knees before them, her naked body on display, with a swollen mouth that had just sucked the two of them off. Her face heated at the thought.
“Baby, I think it’s time we sealed this relationship.”
“Okay,” Andrea muttered not sure what Quinton was suggesting.
“Let’s move this into the living room, where you’ll be more comfortable.” Before Andrea could say another word, Justice swooped in and picked her up, carrying her to the couch. After sitting down, he placed her on his lap, facing him. She straddled his muscular hips and smiled, feeling his semihard cock stiffen quickly. Oh boy, he was already ready for more. She saw Quinton enter carrying something in his hands, but before she could ask what it was, Justice thrust a finger deep inside her pussy as his thumb stroked her clit.
Andrea gasped, and instantly fell into a hazy dreamlike state, where the only thing that matter was how delicious she felt as Justice played with her body. Moaning and rubbing against his hand, she didn’t feel the lubed finger as it gently probed her backside. She moaned louder as Justice pressed another finger deep in her pussy, his thumb still rubbing vigorously.
However, she did feel when Quinton inserted a second finger and she gasped as he invaded her deepest, darkest place. Quinton’s finger moved slowly and carefully, in and out of her, as Justice continued his ministrations. They were both revving her body up fast, and before she knew it, she could feel her impending orgasm.
Then everything stopped.
Moaning, she whimpered, placing her head on Justice’s shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, her ass now in the air. Cooing her, he whispered, “Oh, baby, don’t worry. You’ll get your orgasm and it will rock your world. I promise.”
Andrea smiled, and was about to get up when she felt a large cock head placed at her back entrance, trying to push its way into her. “You’ve breached our heart, now it’s time to breach yours,” Quinton said as he pushed in a bit.
Andrea cried out as the head of his cock slid past her sphincter. She struggled against Justice’s bonds, fruitlessly. The signals blasting into her mind caused her eyes to roll back in her head as she let out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a sob, as Justice easily slid into her pussy. She was so full. She felt as if she was being ripped into two. Large hands gripped her hips and shoulders, moving her up and down the two poles that were attempting to split her in two.
They started to pump into her slowly. The fires in her groin spread like wild flames. In no time, she was screaming incoherently, as the both of them rode her hard. She could no longer differentiate between them. Gone was the distinction of two men loving her. All that was left was the feeling of wanton lust, uncontrollable desire, as ecstasy flowed rapidly through her veins. Her body soared higher and higher to some precipice just out of reach.
Her body shook.
Soaked in sweat, and panting hard, Andrea tried to get her mind to assimilate what was happening, but she was thrown into a void. All that was left was a craving, for more.
As one pushed in, the other pulled out. The same rhythm over and over again. Her mind whirled in a vortex, and as quick as it all started, it stopped, in an explosive display of lights.
Andrea screamed as she exploded around them, her body convulsing, shaking, her pussy weeping, as the brothers quickened their pace. Justice swelled first, as he emptied himself in a violent explosion deep in her womb, never letting go of her. Quinton’s grip tightened, and before long, he, too, shouted out his release, shooting his seed deep into her ass. After what seemed like an eternity, Andrea slowly fell back to reality, to find herself cocooned between the two men who had breached her heart, and she prayed they’d never leave.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rebecca Joyce is your typical housewife and mother. The daughter of a retired military service member, Rebecca tries to incorporate the sights, smells, and adventures of her travels, but mainly she writes of the buff, gorgeous men she drooled after in her teen years! There is just somethin’ about a man in uniform…WOW!
Growing up in the military, Rebecca Joyce, along with her family, moved from state to state, enjoying the never-ending game of “where are we moving to next?”…which happened every two to three years! After high school, Rebecca met and married her own military service member and now devotes her time to her husband and children.
Her “spawn,” as she lovingly calls them, demand and expect a lot of her attention. When she is not catering to the whims of her family, Rebecca spends her quiet time reading or writing.
As an avid reader from an early age, Rebecca decided to try her hand at writing while her
husband was away on a deployment to pass the time. Since then, she finds time in her hectic day to scribble her hopes, wishes, and dreams.
Though her real life sometimes interferes with her imaginative life, Rebecca tries to balance each with wit, sarcasm, and humor…“Screwing up takes practice…I think I’m well rehearsed!”
Rebecca Joyce currently lives in the United States with her husband of nineteen years and their three children.
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