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“I could eat this fucking ass forever and still want more,” Cyrus mumbles between licks and swirls of his tongue. “I’m gonna suck all my cum out once I fill it. Taste that sweet ass mixed with my jizz.”
Cyrus doesn’t move his tongue as cold liquid hits my ass. He doesn’t use his fingers to spread the lube around my asshole. Instead, he dips his tongue further into my anus. I remember the first time he did this, how uncomfortable and unsure I was about it all. Let’s just say sexual repression is prevalent in Iranian culture. It doesn’t matter what religion you’re raised in or how forward-thinking your parents may be. I had to get past that little hump to truly explore my sexuality and indulge my passions. It helped that I was with men who didn’t believe in societal norms or conventions, men who pushed and pushed until all my boundaries and hang-ups vanished.
Once Cyrus is done with his tongue, he uses the pad of his thumb to push as much lube as possible into my ass. Then he works his thumb in, distributing the lube evenly before slapping my ass. “I love fucking this juicy ass. It’s fucking big and sexy. And I love how these cheeks jiggle for me. If you ever lose your ass, I’m gonna be one pissed-off man.”
He lines up his cock with my anus and pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust. Once he’s comfortable that I can take him, he thrusts in rhythm with Zeke, manipulating my body to the brink of ecstasy.
My legs shake as Zeke presses his thumb to my clit, making circular motions that add to my pleasure.
“Look at how well you’re taking us, Princess,” Zeke coos. “Such a good girl, getting nice and stretched for us. I feel Cyrus in your ass, baby. It makes your tight pussy even more impenetrable. You like being used by us, don’t you, baby?”
My pussy leaks more lubrication as their filthy mouths pull me closer to the edge. Dirty talk is an art, and more men need to learn how to do it. The added euphoria of verbal stimulation is the engine of the car.
I hear footsteps, and another pair of feet pause by my head.
“If you aren’t gonna join us, make yourself useful and spit on that puckered little asshole,” Cyrus taunts Lev.
A moment of silence. Then Lev spits.
Cyrus chuckles. “That’s it, Lev. Be a good boy, and lube us up. Take out your dick. I can see the outline straining against your pants. I’d offer to blow you once I’m done here, but you don’t like that, do you?”
I can’t see if Lev has taken Cyrus’s advice or if he’s watching the scene with a scowl. But I also don’t care because my entire body spasms as an earth-shattering orgasm blasts through me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for us,” Zeke encourages as he fucks me with greater force. “I love how your little pussy grips my dick as you come around it. Such a good girl. You got another for me, Princess?”
Cyrus and Zeke continue to fuck me, but Zeke’s thumb is no longer on my pussy. Instead, it’s replaced with a tongue. It’s not possible for either man to fuck me and eat me out. They’re pretty flexible, but not that flexible.
“That’s it, Lev. Lick her up like a good boy. Show our pretty little slut how much you like eating her cunt. Let your tongue do what you refuse to do with your dick.”
Lev? He’s never done this before. I knew Zeke was working with him on his aversion, but I never thought he’d be at this level. Then again, I assume he isn’t touching any other part of me.
“Don’t you dare stop what you’re doing, Lev,” Zeke orders. “Lick that pretty pussy until your mouth is covered with her. Her cunt likes it. She’s tightening for me. Our girl is gonna cum on your face, Lev.”
“Bro, he’s going nuts. I think he enjoys eating pussy more than you do,” Cyrus says.
I have to agree with Cyrus because Lev’s tongue laps me like a cat with a bowl of milk.
Within minutes, my legs stiffen, and another orgasm racks my body.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Cyrus and Zeke growl simultaneously as they release within me.
Zeke grips my ankles and lowers me to the ground as both men pull out. “You want your reward, Lev?”
“That’s my fucking prize,” Cyrus says with a childish pout.
“Move her to the tree, Zeke,” Lev demands.
I gaze at Zeke. For a second, I think he’ll say no. Zeke isn’t a pushover, and the guys can never get him to do something he doesn’t want to do. On the surface, Lev would seem to be the boss, but in reality, it’s Zeke. He has a way of ensuring obedience, and his gentle authority is something most people easily dismiss.
A smile forms on Zeke’s lips as he yanks me up like a leaf floating in the wind rather than a two-hundred-pound woman.
I gaze at Lev as Zeke braces me against the tree.
Lev tugs his belt from its loops with one pull as he walks toward me. “Pull her arms behind the tree trunk.”
“Remember your safe word. If it’s too much, say the word, and it’s over, got it?” Zeke reminds me.
“I’m fine,” I whisper. I won’t say that word until I’m so broken that I think I might die. I’ll let Lev do anything he wants to me because in all the years I’ve known him, this is the closest he’s ever come to being a part of us, at least physically.
