Page 12 of Found Treasure Bride

I handed her one with a waggle of my eyebrows. “On for me, one for you.”

She giggled but carefully rolled it on over my secondary cock while I placed mine onto my primary. Then she laid back, her legs open wide in invitation.

“Well, come on. I’m waiting. You going to give me the fucking I’m after or what?”

Her brazen words spurred me on. I reached under the mattress where I kept my lube for those lonely bedtimes, sliding it out and snicking the cap open.

“This would be easier on your knees,” I said.

She rolled over, going on to all fours, arched her back provocatively, knees a shoulder-width apart.

I climbed up onto the bed behind her, spreading her ass cheeks to have a better look at its hidden prize. Her rosebud flexed as if in invitation, and I smiled. Good, she was no stranger to having her ass filled. I rubbed one cheek while dribbling lube down her crack before adding more to my fingers. I began massaging the ring of tight muscle, draping myself over her back as I did so. I whispered in her ear, “yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice hitching as I slid the tip of a finger inside.

“You’ll like the feel of my cocks so much more,” I promised her. “Both holes filled to the brim, rubbing you in all the best of ways.”

“Yes,” she said, her words dripping with need.

I began pumping my finger in and out of her, causing her to thrust her ass back at me, seeking more. Who was I to deny her? I slid in a second finger and began pumping a bit faster, then scissored my fingers to gently stretch her wider. I was not a small male. I needed to get three fingers in before she could comfortably take my cock.

“Going to shove my cocks right in there, into your hungry, tight asshole and your wet, tight pussy, and fuck you until you scream.”

She whimpered, and I added the third finger, then knelt up, adding more lube, working it in, then, at last, pulled my fingers free. I lined up my secondary cock first, sliding the tip of it into her drenched cunt. Holding myself still, I next pressed the tip of my primary cock against her stretched rim. One cock in each hand to steady them, I pushed in, moving my hands to her hips once my heads had breached her. I thrust, sliding them into the hilt in one inexorable thrust.

“So full,” she said in a strangled voice.

I lifted a hand from her hip and rubbed gentle circles on her back, giving her a moment. When I felt her relax beneath me, I began to move. It was delicious, feeling the tight heat of her around my cocks, watching myself slide in and out, the globes of her ass flexing as she began to meet my thrusts. In my periphery, I could just make out the sight of her breasts jiggling as they hung down below her. Next time, I vowed, I was going to fuck those tits. The thought of her on her knees, my cocks both sliding through her breasts, my primary teasing her lips as she bent her head down to tease its crown on the upstroke made me feel frantic. I could feel my orgasm just out of reach.

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Nancy

His thrusts grew in intensity, and if it weren’t for his arm snaking around to hold me fat, I’d have slid up the bed. It was glorious, and I writhed as he gently pinched my clit.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, and Lord help me, I did. I felt myself clamp down on him as my vision grayed out, carrying me on a long wave of pleasure. When it crested, I found him holding me stiffly, his back arching, head thrown back as he filled the condoms. Then he rolled us over to the side for us to catch our breath and collect ourselves.

“That was…”

“It was,” he agreed, gently pulling out before rolling away.

Gee, I’d known we were keeping things casual, but no kiss of any kind? Harsh.

I watched as he tossed them into the trash after tying them off. Then he picked up his shirt and wiped himself off.

“The fresher is over there,” he pointed.

Just wow. Well, getting cleaned up sounded good. I couldn’t wait to wash this prick off of me.

“Thanks. Change the sheets, will you?”

“Those were the clean ones,” he protested.

Yep, he’s a pig.

“Well, clean the other ones and put them on.”

I left him stewing about it while I went to take my shower. At least that was clean and had a clean towel, though it did kind of have a general damp fur smell to the room. I knew that was due to Grorsch, but there was no way he could help that. It wasn’t a bad smell, though. It somewhat reminded me of the scent at the dog groomer’s when we used to take Casey, the golden retriever I’d grown up with- shampoo, conditioner, and clean fur.