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My body is sore because I had sex four times today. I had two different men’s cocks in my pussy and my ass and, honestly, I feel sore and a little like roadkill. Sex with Dimi and Vik was nothing at all like losing my virginity to Jack.
With Jack it hurt, but I never got the pleasure to counteract the pain. I wasn’t wet, or turned on. Sex with him was just a bodily function, an act. Sex with Dimi and Vik was like a fucking symphony. Just thinking about how they made me feel has my raw and well-used vagina clenching, reminding me with a jolt of pain that we are out of order for at least a day or so.
Beyond the act of losing my virginity, I haven’t given sex much thought. I’ve tried to explore my own body, to figure out what feels good and what doesn’t. But having someone else do the things I’ve tried to do to myself was completely different.
Feeling the weight of the guys above me, behind me, and beneath me. It changed things, heightened the sensations until they felt better, more. I had no idea that the thought of being with two men at once was a turn on for me, until Dimi told Vik to make me come. Having two sets of hands on me and being the focus of two men’s attention, and desire, and want, was decedent. And even though I know letting Vik fuck me while Lev was watching was probably a mistake for my ruined vagina, I can’t deny how wet it made me having his eyes on me too.
Slut, my mind shouts at me, but Vik’s voice fills my thoughts, washing away the self-hatred with his dirty words, praising me for being his perfect cum slut.
If any other man had said that to me, at any other time, it’d be an insult, but somehow, butterflies swarm to life in my stomach as I remember the way he said it, like it was reverent praise.
“Eat dessert, then we’ll take you to bed, you’re exhausted,” Dimi whispers into my ear.
Leaning forward, I take a spoon full of cake and bring it to my lips. It’s chocolaty and delicious, but I’m too tired to care, and I place my spoon back down on the plate and let my head rest against Dimi’s shoulder.
The guys chat among themselves, but I don’t pay attention, my eyes slowly drifting shut.
When I wake up, I’m warm. Blinking, I find myself being lowered into the tub, warm water lapping at my limbs. Strong arms band around my waist and I’m pulled back against a wet, firm chest.
“Easy, Malishka, you need to let the water soothe your muscles while I clean you,” Dimi says, a hint of an accent slipping into his voice.
“I can?—”
“Let him take care of you,” Vik scolds me softly, holding me in place while Dimi squeezes liquid soap onto a flannel and reaches for my toes. Starting at the bottom, he works his way up my body, bathing me as he cleans away the sweat, cum and lube that’s coating my skin. Avoiding my sex, he washes my arms, shoulders, back and breasts before he moves his hands between my thighs.
His touch is gentle and careful as he parts the folds of my sex, and gently cleans me before moving to my ass and cleaning there as well. When he’s happy that I’m bodily fluid free, he drops the flannel into the water and then starts at my toes again, massaging my aching muscles until I’m a melted pile of goo.
“Do you want me to wash your hair now or wait ’til the morning?” he asks.
“The morning, I hate sleeping with it wet,” I sigh.
“Come on, Baby,” Vik says, standing from the water and lifting me with him then placing me on my feet beside the tub.
Wrapping me in a towel, Dimi steers me to the wash hand basin and presses a kiss to my forehead before handing me a toothbrush that’s already coated in toothpaste. Standing between the two men, in front of the row of basins, while we all brush our teeth is surreal. When I’m finished, Dimi takes my brush from me and places it in a holder, sliding his in beside mine. Taking my hand, he leads me out of the bathroom and into the closet, while Vik follows behind us.
Some of my tension returns when I eye the rack of clothes they bought for me, but before it gets a chance to build, Dimi turns me around, hiding the clothes behind me and unceremoniously rips the towel off my naked body.
“Spread your legs, Malishka.”
I’m shaking my head before I can even utter a word.
Smirking, he chuckles. “Don’t worry, I know we’ve used you too roughly today. Your body will get used to how often we need you, but until then, I have some cream that should help relieve some of the soreness.” Dropping to his knees at my feet, he opens a tube of ointment and squeezes some out onto his fingers. Looking up at me expectantly, he arches a brow.
“Spread your legs, Baby. Your husband wants to see his cunt, so he can take proper care of it,” Vik orders, standing behind Dimi, his expression stern.
My feet move without my permission, wiggling apart until Dimi moves into the space I’ve made, his hand sliding between my thighs to cup my sex.
“Wider,” Vik orders.
I move and, this time, I feel fingers probing, then sliding inside of me. There’s an instantaneous cooling sensation inside my pulsing sex, and I puff out a huff of air as Dimi carefully inspects me, coating me in the ointment. When his fingers move to my very sore ass, I jump, trying to get away from his touch.
“Stay still and let Dimi check your ass. He prepped you well, but the first few times, especially with someone the size of him, there can be tearing.”
Dimi’s fingers start probing again and I whimper when he pushes inside of me.
“Easy, Malishka,” he coos.
The cooling sensation coats my ass and I feel myself relax a little.
