Two friends
I stood before my friends, tensely waiting for what they would say. Now I wished I could turn back time, wished I hadn't searched online for "two men to fulfill wishes," hadn't engaged in explicit correspondence, not fully aware of what I was doing, hadn't arranged a meeting and hadn't come to visit two, essentially, complete strangers. I liked them a lot at first sight — handsome faces, athletic, toned bodies — but still, my fear was too great to be happy about the prospect of sex with two very attractive friends.
I wasn't wearing panties, and they knew it: I wanted it that way and wrote about it myself.
All my clothing was — a short black dress and black stockings, staying up without a garter belt thanks to silicone bands."Take off the dress," said Misha.
With disobedient hands, I unzipped, pulled my dress over my head, and froze in a stupor. Misha and Vova examined my body with greedy gazes — the shapely figure with smooth lines of beautiful shoulders, small but round and perky breasts, a thin waist, rounded hips, slender legs; yesterday's painful waxing hadn't left a single hair down below, and suddenly I felt very ashamed of such voluntary openness and availability. I squeezed my thighs tighter.
"Come to the balcony, get on all fours, and walk to us," Misha ordered in a dry voice.
I obeyed the command in complete silence. My cheeks burned with shame. I looked somewhere in the area of their knees, not daring to raise my eyes higher. Finishing my journey, I finally lifted my head and looked up at Misha's face from below. Probably, now he would unzip his fly and...
"What are you looking at? Turn around and go back. Just slower."
Oh no. Not this. I was ready to suck cocks, but not to expose to them a view that this time would be completely uncovered. I couldn't overcome my irrational, inexplicably appearing modesty. Probably, not the least reason was that I had never removed all the hair down there before, and now I felt especially exposed and helpless.
"Then let's proceed directly to plan B," Misha decided, standing up. Vova stood up after him. — "Give me your hands here, bitch."
The men acted quickly and skillfully; I didn't even have time to say a word before I was standing on the bed, tied to its wrought-iron bars, in that same doggy-style position, with my legs immobilized so they couldn't be closed. They put a blindfold over my eyes and inserted a ball gag on a strap into my mouth, which I had only seen in porn films before. I tried to say something, but it came out quiet and unintelligible. Too late. Now I was completely at the mercy of the two friends.
Vova put his hand on my head and pushed it down. I placed it on the bed but couldn't lift it — he held it down forcefully. With his other hand, he pressed on my lower back. I had to stick my ass out. I felt a draft pass over my exposed, defenseless charms. Misha snorted with satisfaction.
He first stroked my perineum, then firmly pinched my labia with his fingers and began pulling them forward and to the sides. If not for the force with which he did it, it would have even felt good, because the pinched clitoris began sending pleasant signals. After a few minutes of such stimulation, I already wanted him to penetrate me with his fingers. I was slowly but surely getting aroused and even calmed down with the thought that perhaps the friends wouldn't do anything to me that I would never allow any man to do in a sober state.
The calm flow of thoughts was interrupted by an unexpected invasion of my vagina. It was something big and cold, definitely not a cock. I moaned in pain: after all, I wasn't wet enough yet.
"Come on, little one, guess what this is," Misha suggested in a cheerful tone.
The object began to move. Perhaps, in a static state, I couldn't feel how big it really was. But guessing the object in motion wasn't difficult. Feeling the texture, I froze in amazement. A cucumber? Even without a condom: the bumps were too distinct. Did they at least wash it?
"Yes, bitch, we're feeding your pussy vitamins to keep it healthy," Misha laughed in response to my irritated moaning.
The fucking with the cucumber, which for some reason brought me no pleasure, lasted far too long. However, from Vova's side came the characteristic sounds of jerking off, and something heavy descended on my head — I concluded it was Vova's foot.
Then there was a short pause. Misha stepped away for something. The cucumber remained inside the vagina.
I tensed, expecting the worst. And I wasn't wrong.
I felt Misha's finger on the knot of my anus and shuddered violently. In our correspondence, I had emphasized that I hated anal sex and wanted no one to touch my virgin ass. But how could I stand up for myself now??
"Calm down, bitch. Relax and enjoy," Misha said mockingly.
Vova chuckled restrainedly in my ear.
Something thin and oblong was inserted shallowly into my anus. Before I could weakly rejoice at the small size of the object, Vova commented with pleasure:
"We bought you pencils. We'll teach your hole hospitality. Don't relax, this is only the first one."
And indeed — after the first came the second, then the third, fourth, fifth... Each subsequent pencil was inserted with more difficulty, gradually I felt an unpleasant stretching of the little hole, turning into a dull ache.
Before I could get used to the sensation in my ass, cruel Misha again turned his attention to my pussy with the cucumber inside, which no longer caused me unpleasant sensations.
"And now, the fulfillment of dreams," he announced, and I felt a chill inside as soon as I understood what that meant. He meant the vaginal beads I had mentioned in one of my stupid letters.
I felt the first large bead in my vagina and almost howled in horror. This was nothing like the fulfillment of my dream. Because in it, there was no provision for a cucumber, still not removed from my hole. With each new bead, the feeling that I couldn't bear it and would burst kept increasing, but, inexplicably, there was room inside for all the beads of that long string. I felt like a barrel stuffed to the brim.
"Come on, I'll bring a mirror, let the beauty admire herself," said Misha. Vova released my head and untied the blindfold. I blinked, adjusting to the bright light flooding my eyes. The first thing I saw was Vova with his fly unzipped, stroking his half-hard, beautiful cock. A moment later, my attention was drawn by Misha, who called me from behind. I looked back and saw him with a full-length mirror. And in it — myself. Or rather, not myself, but a porn actress — my consciousness refused to identify what I saw with my own person.
The ball in my open mouth, disheveled hair; my makeup had run slightly, making it seem like I was made up like a prostitute. The crab position, hanging breasts with treacherously swollen nipples. But the main thing, where my gaze was drawn — the reddened perineum, which could be seen in all its glory. The wavy labia minora were spread open. From the lower hole protruded a cucumber. Nearby, the string of vaginal beads, completely stuffed inside, was on display; however, looking closer at the gaping pussy, I saw the last bead, gleaming dully inside me with a soft blue color. From the anus stuck out, at the very least, ten long pencils; my poor, tender little hole had acquired a strained purple color around the edges.
And then, as if I didn't have enough emotions from what I saw, Vova approached me, placed his palm flat on the pencils, and pushed.
Shocked, with wide eyes, I couldn't make a sound, watching
as the long pencils softly went deeper into my intestine. They weren't sharpened, but they weren't rounded either; I felt their hard edges too well, making their way deeper and deeper. When he removed his hand, I saw that only the erasers were visible.
Vova began to spank my upturned ass cheeks painfully. Unable to watch any longer, humiliated and defeated, I weakly turned my head away and, without coercion, placed it on the bed myself.
Vova and Misha were obviously pleased that they had managed to break me. I sighed with relief when, a little later, the pencils, cucumber, and vaginal beads left my stretched holes one by one. Vova lifted my head to remove the ball gag, kiss my dry, chapped lips, and shove his beautiful cock into my mouth. I was so happy about this turn of events — traditional sex — that I was ready to obediently suck it, submitting to all the movements of Vova's hand, guiding the cock now into my cheek to give me a ringing slap, now into my throat, causing me to gag, which I skillfully fought and which were quite bearable compared to the pain in my ass.
As if hearing my thoughts, the restless Misha suddenly applied something wet and round to my anus. I turned a little, not releasing the hot cock from my mouth, and moaned in astonishment.
In Misha's hand was a black anal plug, shiny with Vaseline.
Big. No, huge. Gigantic!
I wanted to free my head and express my protest, but Vova instantly, reading my intention by a barely perceptible movement, turned my head back with strong hands and shoved his hard cock so deep that I wheezed.
"Quiet, bitch," said Vova. His voice wasn't as rough and commanding as Misha's; such phrases seemed less organic coming from him.
I cried out when Misha began to screw the plug into my ass. "Lube it inside," Vova said quietly. "Right, I forgot," Misha replied.
A moment later, he plunged his thickly Vaseline-smeared finger into my anus, lubricating me inside with a rotating motion. The sensation was nasty — cold, sticky Vaseline that didn't want to go inside; it felt like most of it remained outside.
"Relax," said Misha, patting me, like a cow or a goat, on the round ass, still stinging from Vova's spanking. "Easy for you to say," I thought. The nasty feeling of cold Vaseline coating the knot of my anus made it involuntarily clench.
Not waiting for me to gain control over myself, Misha, with one hand slippery from lube, spread my buttocks, with the other applied the plug's tip to the tightly closed hole, and with careful, forward movements began pushing it into me. I was sure he wouldn't succeed; by my sensations, it was equivalent to trying to thread a brick through a wedding ring. But Misha persisted, conquering millimeter by millimeter. Gradually, my ass was engulfed by a burning, ever-increasing pain. Tears streamed from my eyes. Vova held my head so that I couldn't remove his cock from my mouth. This added to my torment because, in moments of especially sharp pain, my teeth involuntarily clenched. I restrained myself. Once, when I lost control and lightly bit his member, he slapped my hanging breasts and painfully twisted the hard nipples. Not expecting such a reaction, I burst into tears from the pain and self-pity.
Vova reached over, took some tissues from somewhere, and gently wiped my cheeks, not removing his cock from my mouth.
"Calm down, little one. Hey, what are you doing there? — this was to Misha now. — Don't tear her."
"It's fine. Everything's under control. This bitch is all tense, that's why there are problems."
"Well, explain to her that she needs to relax. Maybe she doesn't know."
"She knows everything," Misha grumbled, however, in an artificially softened, even with notes of sympathy, tone, he addressed me: — "Listen. This is inevitable. You're not resisting, you're only hurting yourself. Come on, to finish this sooner, let's try together. I, as you see, am trying. It's up to you to help me. Breathe deeply and evenly. Relax your ass."
If he really sympathized with me, he wouldn't be inserting such gigantic things into my previously virgin anus. However, now it didn't matter: he was clearly determined to see his idea through to its logical end. I started breathing deeply, tried to relax my anus. The plug continued its journey into the depths of my pink ass much faster, although this progress didn't relieve me of the sharp pain. My mouth went numb, and Vova still hadn't come, fucking my mouth more and more energetically. Tears rolled down my cheeks again. The pain was becoming unbearable. I had already started thinking that Vova would get what he deserved for himself and Misha when I went so crazy that I would bite his dick. But then I felt that the plug was finally driven into me to its full monstrous length, and the edges of my anus blissfully closed around its narrow neck. The main thing I felt when the pain subsided was a feeling of fullness, as if I had entirely turned into a hole into which a ball of exactly the right size — neither bigger nor smaller — had been driven. I didn't want to move, so as not to disturb this harmony of matching forms. The second, much weaker sensation — I felt a slight need to use the toilet. I also noticed something I hadn't paid attention to before — the giant plug, stretching my intestine, could be felt through the thin wall by my vagina. I carefully rubbed one thigh against the other and moaned from sudden pleasure.
"Ah, you bitch!" exclaimed Misha, seeing this sight; he plunged his hardened, stone-like cock into my vagina and began fucking me without preamble with a considerable amplitude. It was tight for his cock because of the plug, which apparently gave him indescribable pleasure. His rationality, coldness, and mockery instantly evaporated, leaving only a passionate, reckless animal, pounding me so hard that I could barely stay on all fours at times, shaken, like him, by fierce waves of pleasure, one after another. Unlike Vova, he came quickly; I felt splashes on the lower part of my back.
Some unknown object was suddenly shoved into my vagina, most likely a large dildo (I assumed but wasn't sure). Into my still open after Vova's cock anus, they inserted the familiar cucumber, pushing it all the way in. I protested with a moan. It didn't hurt, but in any case, any foreign object in the anus, even a cock, was perceived as something alien that needed to be removed to avoid discomfort. Strong male hands, easily lifting me, tied a rope around my hips, passing it along the perineum so that it wouldn't allow me to push out the objects inserted into me by muscle effort.
Why? I was already tired, I wanted to take everything out of myself, take off my stockings, wash up, get dressed. Both overworked holes ached a little.
"Good girl, bitch," — I couldn't make out who muttered that.
The friends took turns showering. Then I heard the light switch click in the hallway. I moaned loudly, but there was no answer. The next sound was the jingle of keys and the slam of a closing door.
I collapsed onto the bed, giving my elbows and knees a rest. I tried to bring my legs together but couldn't. For the first ten minutes, I listened intently, expecting one of the men to return. Then I vainly tried to free my hands from the bonds. No, I was tied too tightly.
In complete silence, the clock ticked loudly. I listened to this sound for some time, and then fell asleep.
Author's e-mail: elena-na-byke@yandex.ru