Her BBC Obsession 4

I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag hard. The woman behind me squeezes my boobs until it hurts so good, nipples pinched raw. Her tongue between my ass cheeks, teasing my hole, licking slow circles. No cock has filled my pussy or ass yet, but I’m trembling, dripping down my thighs, seconds from squirting everywhere.

The fact that Lucan and Evan, with their big black cocks, were waiting their turn to fuck me excited me more than anything. And her presence, watching, directing, made it filthier… hotter.

I never knew I craved this so badly. It’s like I was rediscovering myself.

About an hour ago I was just begging for even one, and now I had two. It felt like heaven.

As I spit all over Evan’s cock, thick strings of saliva dripping down his shaft, Lucan pulled me up to his mouth and kissed me hard. His tongue shoved in deep while his wife ran her hand down my back, slow, like she was memorizing every curve.

I was so filthy that while Lucan kissed me, I imagined him tasting Evan’s precum on my tongue. That thought made me whimper. I realized I was a total freak, and I loved it.

Then, while I was bent over kissing Lucan, I felt Evan move behind me. Millie climbed onto the bed next to her husband and watched, eyes glued, as her husband devoured my mouth. She licked her own lips just from watching.

“God, that is so hot,” she said, playing with her own boobs, pinching her nipples. Then she joined in. The three of us kissed at the same time, tongues tangling, messy, wet. I couldn’t tell whose tongue was whose anymore, just heat, spit, and moans mixing together.

I felt Evan drop lower. His mouth on my pussy now, sucking my clit, lapping up my juices and Millie’s leftover saliva. But he didn’t stay long like Millie. In a moment his finger teased my entrance, then his huge cockhead pressed against me. He didn’t ease in slow. He just forced it, pushing hard. I jumped a little.

“Ahh!” It was mostly pressure, not pleasure yet. My walls clamped tight around the tip.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pulling back and trying again. It barely budged. I was too tight, Kegels and months without sex did that.

“You’re so tight, aren’t you, little white whore?” Lucan said, holding my chin, forcing eye contact while Evan kept trying to shove in.

“We need some lube then,” Millie said. She got off the bed and walked to the nightstand. Lucan’s hand stayed on my chin, staring me dead in the eyes as Evan pushed again. I screamed each time he rammed too hard, the stretch burning.

Evan pulled out. Then I felt Millie’s fingers, long nails, rubbing cool lube over my pussy lips, working it in. Soon Evan tried again. This time his cock slipped right in, deep, stretching me wide.

“Ahh!” I cried, feeling every thick inch fill me up. No room left. Evan groaned loudly.

Millie knelt in front of me and started slapping my boobs, sharp, stinging slaps that made them bounce.

“Feel that?” she asked seductively. Lucan slammed his mouth back on mine as I moaned. Evan started thrusting, slow at first because his cock was too big. If he forced it faster, it’d hurt him too.

“You like taking my dawg?” Lucan asked against my mouth. I couldn’t answer—too much pleasure crashing through me. Millie sucked my tits now, moaning against them like she was the one getting fucked. Evan groaning behind me, pace picking up. Lucan’s hand around my throat, rough, kissing me deep. It was all too much. I started shivering.

“Yes, cum for me,” Evan said, pounding harder, hands gripping my waist, slamming to the core. I couldn’t hold it. I squirted, hard, gushing all over his cock and thighs.

“Ahh!” I cried. “Ahh…” I kept whimpering as my legs gave out. I fell back against Evan. He pulled out slowly.

Millie had cum too, she was on the bed moaning, eyes locked on me, hand between her legs. I didn’t get a second to recover. Lucan pulled me with him as he lay back on the bed. I straddled him. Before I could process, he was pushing his own cock into my drenched pussy, wetter than ever from the squirt.

“Oh wow,” he groaned as he slowly slipped in. Lucan was slightly bigger, I noticed because even slick, he still struggled a little. I’d regained a bit of control now that I was on top. I watched his face, eyes closed, pure pleasure taking him. “Oooh.”

“She’s fucking tight, isn’t she?” Evan teased from the side. That felt like the hottest compliment. My pussy throbbed harder.

Millie, finished with her own orgasm, knelt on the bed next to her husband, so she was right in front of me. She pulled me in for a kiss.

“You gonna take my husband’s cock,” she said. Lucan pushed through the last inch. A moan ripped out of me. Millie grabbed my lip again, biting it.

“Oh fuck,” Lucan groaned, staying buried deep. Unlike Evan, he let me adjust, slow rolls of his hips. Millie moved from my mouth to French him, hot, sloppy, tongues everywhere. I watched, mesmerized.

“You like her tight pussy, daddy?” she asked him.

He nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, daddy.” It was weird hearing them like that, married but so open, but good weird. My pussy clenched around his cock again.

Soon Lucan started moving properly. Then I felt Evan behind me again, his finger teasing my asshole. Before I could react, he started forcing his cock in there.

I gasped. “I’ve never done that before.” Honest. And kind of scared.

“Then you’re in for a treat,” Millie said, cupping my cheeks like I was a little girl.

“I don’t know,” I said, but I wasn’t totally against it. Just the thought of being double-penetrated gave me chills. My heart hammered, fear and want crashing together as I felt both heads nudging in, stretching places nothing had ever been.

“How do you feel?” Millie asked. The men were too busy groaning and grunting as they slowly thrust in rhythm, Lucan’s hands on my boobs, Evan’s on my back.

“Good,” I muttered between moans. Pleasure building fast.

“I know. I’ve been between them once too,” she said, holding eye contact while I bounced on their cocks. “Don’t look away.” Her mouth fell open as she moaned with me. Her right hand gripped my chin tight; left squeezed her own boobs.

“Ahh.”

“Yes baby, that’s it.” I couldn’t tell who said it, but it was hot. Two men pounding hard and rough, pussy and ass filled completely. Millie kissing me sometimes, moaning like she was the one getting railed. I came hard again, clenching around both cocks. They pulled out for a second, giving me air, then slammed back in. They kept going. This wasn’t their first time, they knew exactly what they were doing. I could tell.

“Ah.” I was exhausted. If I wasn’t mistaken, we’d been at it for about an hour. The men weren’t done. They switched, Evan under me now, Lucan on top.

More pounding, more kisses. It went on for another twenty minutes before they both groaned deep. They pulled out fast, Lucan shoving his cock in my mouth, Evan in Millie’s.

“Ohh.” They groaned in sync, cumming at the same time. Lucan’s thick load shot straight down my throat. I swallowed what I could; the rest spilled over my lips.

After unloading, Lucan got off the bed and headed to the small door, the bathroom, I assumed. Evan followed. Now it was just me and Millie.

She fixed her mouth, some of Evan’s cum had landed on her cheek. Then she came to me, took my mouth, and we kissed. We swapped their cum for five hot minutes, tongues sliding, tasting each other and them. She licked the drops that fell on my boobs.

Then she pulled back. “You only have ten minutes.”

“What does that mean?” I was ready to leave, but part of me wanted to do this again, maybe in a week. Yep. I was about to set the date. Beg if I had to.

“I know them. When they come back, they’ll go again. So rest now, this time I’m getting my strap-on.” She got off the bed and followed the men, leaving me there.

My whole body was sore, pussy especially throbbing and puffy. I shouldn’t want more. But the thought of Millie with a strap-on made my clit pulse again. I got out of bed and walked to the mirror.

My reflection stared back: makeup ruined, hair damp and messy, whole body covered in spit and cum. Lips bruised, pink handprints and scratches all over my skin. Thighs slick with my own squirt and their loads. I shouldn’t want to go again… right?

But I tied my hair up in a bun, smiled at myself, and followed them into the bathroom.

I wanted those two cocks in me again. And weirdly, I wanted Millie’s strap in me too.

I was truly their white whore, and I didn’t have any problem with it.