ran the tip of her tongue down the cleavage of his glans and wrapped the whole head up like a baby in a blanket.
She felt so full, so stuffed. A cock in her cunt and one in her mouth. As long as she kept herself from thinking about who they were she could enjoy it. The constant pumping in two convergent directions was a new experience but not unpleasant. The thrilling orgasm she had experienced earlier was coming back to her; she could feel the embers glowing, little licks of flame trying to reach up and burst into fire.
In a surprise move she felt Len's hands on the back of her head.
Then he pulled her head down hard on his cock. The broad head made a fierce dig into her throat, it stretched her, blasted past the tonsils and pulled away. He wanted her to take it all and was giving her no choice. Dorothy made a desperate gasp for air and did what he wanted. It was better if she controlled it, cooperated, before he forced it into her choking throat. She plunged onto it with power and straightened her neck to ease the cock inside. It rasped far into the pink softness of her deep throat. As soon as the cock was totally in her mouth she felt her cunt start to vibrate, felt the muscles collapse and tighten around the fiercely pumping stick. She ground her hips up high and hard to fill her cunt as much as her throat. It hit.
Her climax caused her whole body to shake with sudden tremors, she threw herself up to Vic's rod and plunged down deep onto Len's.
Both brothers started whipping themselves into her with the speed of kicking horses. The cocks rammed with power and drove her cunt and throat into extreme fire. Gush after gush of lava came from her cunt to drench the cheeks of her ass and drip onto the sheets of the bed.
But it was good, she shuddered with joy, her body had never felt so full, ever. “Mmmmmmmmm…” she moaned on her mouthful of stiff, hot cock. Len grinned up at Vic's concentrating face. Vic was trying to meet her every thrusting lunge with a shove of his pecker.
But she was getting faster and faster, her body was blurring with erratic twists and humps. It was all he could do to keep his cock lodged inside her. “Wow,” Len sighed. “She's really turned on.”
“See? What'd I tell you? She's climaxing 'cause I know how to fuck. I have rhythm.” “Rhythm, my ass,” Len hissed. “She's going crazy 'cause I put my cock in her throat.” Vic looked down and saw how deep his brother's cock was shoved inside Dorothy's mouth.
Suddenly he was worried. “Hey! What if she chokes?” “Shit…” Len moaned. “Just keep riding her and shut up, will ya?” Vic didn't like it but he kept his hips meeting hers as best he could. She was soaked with perspiration, and the deep-throated groans of ecstasy didn't stop once as she whipped up for more and more of the exciting cock. Vic felt his cock head expanding, felt the way her twat was grabbing at him like a strong fist. Her cunt was fluttering on the hardness, reaching out to snare the great fill inside forever. He was getting close, he could feel the tingling sensations at the very tip of his imbedded rod, his balls seemed light, like they were floating between his legs. Len was close too. Each time she withdrew and gasped for air her lips trailed softly up to his glans, then sucked tight around it. Then she twisted her head to wring the tip of his cock like a washerwoman wrings out wet clothes. Then she would tighten her mouth on the shaft and push down at a steady, mouth-fucking rate until it was completely buried and her nose touched his pubic patch.
Each time she did it his cock came closer. She was going to suck the cream right out of him as if his cock were a baby bottle. Even while she climaxed her head didn't stop bobbing up and down… and during the climax it even seemed to become more eager, more insistent.
The waves of her orgasm were easing up and Dorothy realized they were both still hard, still stiff, still pumping into her. She knew that each time they fucked her it would be more and more difficult to climax them. This was only the beginning. Her cunt was beginning to lose its extreme wetness, her throat was starting to hurt.
Suddenly they were both pumping faster. The aftereffect of her orgasm was a slowing in her hips, an easing up with her hot mouth.
This gave the two brothers a slight edge, especially since they were both getting closer with each stroke. She had lost the lead, and they were taking over. Dorothy felt a fear in her guts, and she prayed it would soon end. “You close, Vic?” Len asked. Vic could only nod. His cock was on the verge of eruption. “Listen to me,” Len quickly said. “Shower her. Let's cream all over those beautiful tits!”
“Huh? Why?” “'Cause I want to see her lick it off!”
“Aw, shit, Len… you're sick!” “Just do it! You'll love it!
So will she! She'll gobble it up like a hungry calf!” Vic was getting more and more angry. All he wanted to do was screw her, pound his cock inside her beautiful body until it blasted off. That's all he wanted. But now his jerk brother wanted to play games, wanted to have extra kicks. Vic decided he'd have to get in his straight fuck later.
“Okay.” “You'll like it, just wait and see.” “You've wrecked it for me already, Len. I can give a shit now.” Vic's broken concentration released the building pressure of his cock and he had to stroke with renewed energy. Dorothy felt the beginnings of pain in her pussy, the result of last night's activity and this morning's punishing athletics. Please, please, she told herself, let them get it over with. Len pulled his cock from her mouth abruptly. She suddenly felt so empty, so cold. She opened her eyes and saw he was stroking himself, crawling lower on the bed. Vic's hips were pounding with a blur of speed at her, then suddenly that stopped too. The cock was torn from her twat. It felt cold, empty, rejected. She raised her head and realized what they were doing. Each brother knelt on one side of her with his hands jerking up and down his cock. They were jacking off, getting ready to cream themselves all over her nude body.
“No!” she cried. “Why?” “Go, Vic, jack it off!” Len cried.
Vic was silent, his mouth set, eyes half closed. Before he could answer the tip of his cock spit out a long white stream of sticky paste. It landed with a spatter on the flat of Dorothy's soft belly.
She felt the hot cream spread over her flesh. Then a second spurt shot into the air and rained down in gobs across her breasts. The third pump was slightly above the mounded tits, it puddled in a smear between the breasts and her throat. Dorothy groaned as she felt the sperm splattering onto her. She grabbed her hair and pushed it away to make sure the gluey slop didn't get into it. Then Len was leaning forward, stroking with great speed and gasping for each breath. After several powerful pumps on his cock he stopped and pointed it at her innocent, wide- eyed face. It splashed across her half-open mouth. Dorothy tasted a lump of thick cream on her teeth. She grimaced as the second spray emerged from Len's purple cock head. This one painted her right nipple with a mound of running juice.
His last spurt went right between the two breasts to stick partially to each sizable white mound and leak downward. Len sat back on his haunches and viewed the smeared, jism-splattered girl. He grinned happily. Vic took one look and turned his head. She was so beautiful, so sweet, he felt bad about making such a mess across all that splendid, soft flesh which had responded so warmly to him. “Okay, bitch, lick it up,” Len said. “Aw, come on, Len,” Vic mumbled.
“Let her take a shower and get that stuff off her.” “Shut up.” He looked down at Dorothy's tear-streaked face and repeated the order.
“Eat it.” She used her fingers to scoop and puddle the sperm together then lift it to her mouth like mayonnaise. She started between her breasts. The sperm adhered and stretched between each tit, it took both hands to bring the cream to her mouth. “That's it.
Gobble it all up,” Len said. He was enjoying this humiliation at her expense. Enjoying it as much, if not more than, the blow-job. As Dorothy slowly licked her fingers and swallowed the thick lumps of sperm Vic dressed. He didn't feel good at all. She might be a phony, he kept telling himself, but she's still a decent girl. Len was going too far, getting too much fun out of degrading her and making her, forcing her, to not enjoy what they were doing with her body.
“I'm going now,” Vic said. “But when I get back I want to be alone with her.” Len laughed. “Sure, Vic! You can come in here and read her poems for all I care.” Vic left and Len stood beside the bed. “Come on, Dorothy, I told you to eat it all up! Now get licking!” “You filthy bastard,” she hissed. “That's the kind of talk I like to hear! I like to hear you swear and cuss… it fits you.” She wiped her nipples and brought the large gob of sperm up to her lips. For a moment she considered spitting it at him but decided against it. He seemed too aroused, too excited, too close to violence. She swallowed and felt it trickle down her raw, sore throat.
