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What If It Only Gets Better?

W illow

The three of us are barely finished panting when I throw them a picture. I discovered porn hub in high school. I know what I want is possible. First, I show it with Valor in the rear and Braveheart in front, then I reverse the picture. I don’t want to micromanage who does what, I only know I want them both.

Are you sure you can… accommodate both of us ? Valor asks.

I know they’re both huge, but I managed to take them in my vagina .

I suspect this will take a bit of finessing, I answer.

Define finessing, Braveheart asks, cocking his handsome head, glowing citrine eyes full of interest.

Slow and steady wins the race, I answer .

Valor lifts me and places me on all fours. Even though I just had several screaming orgasms, there’s something about this posture that revs my engine. I’m in bed with two animals. No, that’s not accurate, nor is it nice. But they have lots of animal DNA, and it turns me on when they unleash it.

Braveheart walks to his travel bag and returns with the bottle of lube Blaze gave me as a shower gift saying, “These aliens are big, Willow, and you’ve got two of them. You might need this.”

I’d laughed about it when I showed it to the guys, but you can bet your ass I packed it.

Braveheart kneels at my head, his cock bobbing in my face, a sexy distraction as he drizzles the fluid on my back hole.

Reaching across my back, he slides a finger into me, taking his time, allowing me to adjust. As he’s doing this, Valor is behind me sliding his cock along the dripping slit of my sex.

A second finger joins the first. I’m not sure, I think it belongs to Braveheart. It feels tight and uncomfortable until it doesn’t. Soon, I’m pressing back, signaling I can take more.

When the third finger enters me, I’m sure this one belongs to Valor. A thrill slices through me knowing my two lovers are working in tandem, preparing me. I hadn’t realized how arousing this is until I hear my own moan vibrate around the room.

Their fingers thrust together, then separately as they stretch me. I must be drenched, because I hear the wet slide of Valor’s cock as he slips through my folds, making sure to bump my clit with every slippery thrust.

Ready, little Willow? Valor asks.

I nod, too focused on my pleasure to be able to talk, even if it doesn’t require me to move my lips.

They remove their fingers and Braveheart drizzles more lube, then Valor places his cock at my back entrance. Maybe I should have asked Braveheart to do this. They’re both enormous, but Valor’s the bigger of the two. I was crazy to let them decide. No. What was I thinking? I was crazy to want this at all.

Valor, as always, is attuned to my needs. He blasts a gust of calm at me, which must be difficult because he’s hard as steel and deep in a cave of his own lust.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He edges in, allowing me to accommodate his girth. It’s a tight fit, but my big, beautiful Valor is up to the task. He persists, nudging, coaxing, retreating, then advancing.

I breathe and encourage myself to relax at the same time he pushes his calm at me, casting a spell over me.

Finally, his head breaches my entrance. From that moment on, the difficult part is over. He fills me in increments, always giving me time to adjust before he pulses forward. I embrace the fullness. All I have to do is interpret for my anxious brain, telling myself this is pleasure, not pain. When he slides all the way in, it’s to the accompaniment of my satisfied moan.

He thrusts a few times, pulls almost all the way out, drips more lube on his cock, then glides in to the hilt.

“ Okay?” he asks, his deep voice, right at my ear, a balm to my spirit.

I give myself a moment to assess, then say, “Good.”

Valor turns us so he’s on his back with me on my back on top of him. He’s still spearing into my back hole when Braveheart slides between my legs, his cock leaking pre-cum and bobbing in anticipation.

We all say I love you at the same moment as Braveheart slides into my wet channel, releasing a sound somewhere between a hiss and a moan.

Bliss. So full. Not just full of two cocks, but the fact that they belong to the males I love.

Valor places his mouth at my ear, urging me on as his fingers pluck my nipples.

“So hot, so tight, so beautiful,” he says. I’ve missed his voice and I’m so glad he’s not hiding from us anymore.

Braveheart grips my hips to hold them tight, and then both my beautiful males begin to fuck me in earnest.

They’re alternating their rhythm. One slides in while the other slides out. I’m certain my eyes are rolled into the back of my head. The pleasure is too intense. More than one person can take.

There’s the thinnest membrane between the two. I’m sure they can feel each other as much as I do.

Braveheart tips his pelvis so he rubs my clit on every stroke until I fly apart. My muscles tighten in endless spasms that are doing something to my males. My internal muscles are gripping them, milking them. The three of us writhe together in this sexual dance until we’re all coming at the same time.

Huge Valor grunts in my ear, then groans his pleasure. Braveheart’s gaze somehow catches mine, connecting with me as he spurts into me in warm, ropey jets I feel deep inside.

I manage to catch another wave of ecstasy—rising, peaking, then coming in for a landing.

It had been loud, the room filled with frenetic passion. Now it’s silent.

I’m in awe, I say.

Aye, they both agree.

What if this is the worst it will ever be? What if it only gets better?