A Dual Penetration Tale

He stood, wiping his jaw, and growled, “My turn — get that mouth on me.” I turned, fumbling with his belt, freeing him — his cock sprang out, thick and veined, the tip glistening. I wrapped my lips around it, taking him deep, tongue swirling as I sucked, relishing the way he groaned, hips jerking. But I needed more — pulling off, I looked up, voice raw, “Fuck me, Ryan. Ethan doesn’t give it to me like I need — please, just do it.” He didn’t hesitate — spun me back around, bent me over against a tree, my hands bracing the bark. He kicked my legs apart, lined himself up, and thrust in — hard, deep, stretching me with a burn that made me cry out. His hands clamped my hips, and he set a brutal pace, each slam rocking me forward, my breasts bouncing free as my top rode up.

The woods swallowed my moans as he pounded me, his cock hitting spots that made my vision blur. My body tightened, slick and trembling, and I came again, clenching around him, drenching him. He growled, flipping me to face him, lifting one leg over his arm — my shorts still tangled at my ankles — and tugged my tank down, exposing my chest. His mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing as he thrust back in, slower now but deeper, letting me feel every inch. I clawed his back, another orgasm ripping through me as he tensed, then erupted — hot, thick spurts filling me, spilling out as he kept moving, milking every drop.

We broke apart, panting, his cum trickling down my thigh. I scrambled to fix myself — yanked my shorts up, stuffed my breasts back into my top — praying the dark hid the mess. “Give me my thong,” I hissed, but he pocketed it with a smirk. “Gotta get back,” I muttered, and he nodded, slapping my ass as I bolted toward the firelight. Ethan was slumped in a chair, laughing with Ryan’s buddies, too gone to notice me slip in. They shot me knowing looks, though, lips twitching like they’d heard every sound. Ryan strolled back minutes later, playing it cool, but our glances burned — secret, smug, electric.

He asked me to “wander” again later, whispering he wanted me to ditch with him. I ached to, but Ethan was still there, a blurry obstacle. “Wait outside,” I finally said. “I’ll handle him.” Ryan said his goodbyes, but Ethan — wasted and clingy — dragged him back, slurring, “Come crash at ours, man!” The buddies bailed, and I drove us home, Ethan sloshed in the passenger seat, Ryan behind me, his eyes on me in the rearview. At the house, Ethan flopped onto the couch, and Ryan pounced — hands on my ass as I bent for glasses, Ethan oblivious, yelling, “More drinks, babe!”

In the kitchen, Ryan pinned me against the counter, kissing my neck, then my mouth, rough and greedy. “Gonna fuck you proper now,” he rasped, “that tight little pussy’s mine.” I squirmed, half-protesting, but my body betrayed me — wet, ready. Back in the living room, Ethan poured shots, and I drank deep, the room spinning as Ryan pulled me close, grinding against me to the music I’d cranked up. Ethan stumbled off to piss, and I dragged Ryan back to the kitchen — his hands were under my shorts in seconds, fingers plunging deep, thumb circling my clit till I whimpered. We froze at the toilet flush, scrambling apart.

I danced with Ethan next, grinding shamelessly, letting Ryan watch my body move. Ethan collapsed soon after, and I poured him another shot, willing him to black out. He waved it off — “I’m done” — and Ryan faked a goodbye. At the door, I begged, “Stay — wait in the yard.” He did. I fussed with dishes, giving Ethan time to crash upstairs, then slipped into a sheer red teddy, stockings hugging my thighs. Out in the dark, Ryan stripped me bare save the lace, growling, “Bedroom — now.”

I led him to the guest room, sprawling on the sheets, legs wide. He shed his clothes, revealing every hard line of him, and climbed over me. His mouth started at my throat, slow, wet kisses trailing to my ears, then my lips — his tongue diving deep, claiming me. Hands roamed my breasts, squeezing, thumbs flicking my nipples stiff before he sucked them, rolling them between his teeth till I arched, gasping. His kisses slid lower, over my stomach, then between my thighs — I spread wider, dripping as his tongue traced my folds, teasing my clit with soft flicks before plunging inside, lapping at my core. I locked my legs around his head, grinding, and he groaned into me, sucking harder till I shattered, soaking his face.

We flipped — he on his back, me swallowing his cock, lips stretching around him as I bobbed, tongue tracing the veins, tasting him. I climbed atop, sinking onto him, riding slow at first, then fast — his hands gripped my ass, spreading me as he thrust up, hitting deep. My breasts bounced, and he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking as I clenched, cumming again. He flipped me onto my knees, entering hard — each thrust a wet, slapping rhythm, his fingers digging into my hips. He pulled out, teased my ass with the tip, then pushed in — slow, agonizing, stretching me till I groaned, pain melting into pleasure. He fucked me there, deep and deliberate, building me up till I came again, trembling, and he followed, filling me hot and thick.