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Ian adjusts his position between my thighs, and my mouth opens in a silent gasp as he pushes the tip of his cock into my pussy, and she grips the head of his cock like a vice.

I close my eyes, absorbing the pain and the pleasure of being stretched beyond belief, letting my body adjust to him as he tries to force his way into me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Ian groans with conflictionbut is quickly losing his ability to hold back.

“I’m really not…you’re just fucking big,” I counter, letting out a nervous laugh.

Ian smiles down at me, all teeth and playful arrogance, as he pushes harder into me, stretching me more than I’ve ever felt before. “Oh my god!” I groan loudly, knowing no one from the party will be able to hear me over the music still blasting on the other side of the bedroom door.

The burn of his thickness stretching my pussy is more intense than I anticipated. My body tenses on its own. Ian’s grip tightens in my hair as my muscles tighten around his length inside me.

“Breathe for me, Roxy,” he begs. I can hear the tension in his voice as he watches his cock sink into me inch by inch.

I reach above my head and grip onto Mitch, who’s watching carefully from over my shoulder. Months of planning and relentless schemes have gone into this finally becoming a reality, and Mitch is a ball of adrenaline as he watches his best friend pushing his cock deeper into me.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking take it,” Mitch whispers harshly in my ear, tucking my hair back so I can watch Ian destroy me unobstructed. “Give yourself over to us. Let go of everything weighing you down and lose yourself in the pain. Surrender to it. Allow it to overwhelm every fucking piece of you. Let it swallow you whole until there isn’t a trace of hurt or pain in your soul because it’s all right fucking here with us.”

Mitch adjusts his hand on my neck and slides the other down my body. I yelp as he pinches my clit, before circling two fingers around the sensitive ball of nerves. He repeats the motion again and again.

Pinch. Circle. Pinch. Circle. Pinch. Circle.

“Lose yourself, Roxy,” Ian murmurs against my lips. “I promise we’ll find you when we’re done.”

In an instant, the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders, and the weight of their words settles around me like a warm embrace.

Going into this, I knew my pussy would be destroyed beyond recognition, but I never expected the kind of soul-crushing therapy I have been seeking my entire life.

Every stone and every brick of every wall I’ve carefully constructed over a lifetime of suppressing emotion has come crashing down, leaving me raw, exposed, and defenseless. I’ve never felt so unbelievably vulnerable and yet so undoubtedly safe.

I shatter, breaking apart at the seams, surrendering myself to the mercy of these men who have opened the floodgates, granting me permission to fucking feel. A flow of tears streaks out the corner of my eyes from the intense emotions flooding my system.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.

Mitch growls deep in his chest as he eagerly takes control, guiding Ian’s hand away from my hair and helping him adjust his position for optimal penetration.

My moans turn to guttural purrs of ecstasy, with each inch of his cock invading my body. Every inch feels like a small victory, and a swell of pride fills me as he sinks balls deep and his thighs meet mine.

“God dammit,” Ian whimpers as he grips onto my thighs with bruising force.

I suck in deep breaths as he holds his position to allow my pussy to adjust to his size. As much as it can, anyway.

“You’re okay,” Ian coaches, his strong arms holding me in place as he starts to pull nearly all the way out, only to push back into me faster this time.

The burn of his cock stretching my pussy bursts behind my eyes, and a guttural groan escapes my throat.

“I know, I know,” Ian moans as he pulls out and thrusts back in again. “You’re doing so good. God, you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

I melt at his whimpers and praise. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and let the moans and groans slip free from my throat as he bottoms out.

“Breathe for me, Rox. Breathe through it. You can take it,” Ian praises.

“Of course, she can fucking take it,” Mitch growls. “She’s taking your cock like a good little slut.”

Mitch leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my temple before running his tongue along my cheek, collecting the tears that cling to my skin.

“Harder, Ian. Make her hurt for you,” Mitch demands. “I want them to hear her over the goddamn music, Ian,” He yells, pointing to the bedroom door at the party that’s still raging on the other side.

Ian rocks his hips back, then pushes back in with more force than before. A growl escapes my throat at the pressure of his reentry. A guttural noise that resonates deep in my guts as Ian rearranges them with increasing brutality.

His thrusts grow more forceful as he loses control, and I tighten my hold on Mitch’s arms, letting out a low hiss of pleasure mixed with the pain of being stretched.

“It’s okay, you're okay,” Ian says with reassurance. Each thrust is more brutal than the last.

“You can take it.”

Thrust.

“You can take it.”

Thrust .

“God, fucking take it," Ian growls, his dominant side gaining control as he pounds into me. The deepness of his thrusts pushes my body against Mitch with such forcethatI’m completely pinned between the two of them.

I cry out as my body isn’t used to his size yet, but the pain triggers all the pleasure centers of my mind. I’m on the edge of my sanity, my pleasure and agony mingling into a heady mix of euphoria.

“Ian!” I scream, in a state of limbo—not wanting him to stop, but also not sure if I can handle much more. I roll my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing in the burn of being molded for him.

Mitch climbs off the bed and pulls me back down, my head hanging over the mattress again. There is no build-up or warning before he clutches the sides of my head and sinks the entire length of him into my mouth as he fucks my face, pumping into me with one thought on his mind. I know he’s close, and there is no holding back until he claims my throat.

Ian slams into my pussy, holding my hips in place as he matches Mitch’s brutal rhythm. My mouth and pussy are so full that I am delirious with stimulation.

“You take us so fucking well.” Mitch moans, and I echo his moan, too consumed by the filthy pleasure coursing through my veins. “Fucking made for us.”

Mitch leans over me, reaching for Ian anddragging him closer. He crushes his mouth to Ian’s, and they fall into a heated kiss as they pound into me, bottoming out from both ends. Their mouths move in sync as they fuck me relentlessly, and I can’t help the strangled noises that escape my throat. Every nerve ending is active and firing on all cylinders as they take what they want from me. My hands claw at the sheets, desperate to find something to hold onto as my world spins around me.

The contrast between Mitch’s brutal and relentless thrusts into my throat and Ian’s steady rhythm stretching my pussy, sets my soul on fire. The best of both worlds. My angel and my demon.

“I told you you’d have her one day. Now, fucking thank me for her pussy.”

Mitch pulls out of my throat, allowing me time to suck in greedy gasps of air as he grips the back of Ian’s head and guides his mouth to his cock. Ian takes Mitch’s dick into his mouth with no hesitation, and it honestly surprises me how gentle Mitch is with Ian. Thrusting into his mouth but not his throat. Letting Ian set the pace. His movements are less erratic and reckless than his destruction of my throat. It’s so painfully obvious how much Mitch cares about us to know exactly how we like it.

I watch as Mitch grabs the back of Ian’s head, guiding his movements as he fucks his mouth overtop of me. Mitch growls deep in his chest, watching his best friend’s cheeks hollow as he sucks his cock.

Ian bobs his head in rhythm with his thrusts as he sucks and licks nearly every inch of Mitch as he fucks me deep. The sight above me is maddening. The sensation of him being inside of me while he’s pleasuring Mitch is so intense, so utterly overwhelming, that all I can do is whimper, wordlessly begging for more. Ian moans around Mitch’s cock as I tighten around his.

I grip the bedsheets, pulling myself up enough to press my lips at the base of Mitch’s shaft. Ian doesn’t miss a beat and swirls his tongue at Mitch’s tip while I work my way up and down his length.

A low growl of satisfaction leaves Mitch as my tongue clashes with Ian’s on the head of his dick in a lewd kiss.

Mitch’s hands run through our hair, gripping us tightly as we both worship him. Our mouths move in tandem, my tongue crisscrossing with Ian’s as we take turns sucking and licking every inch of Mitch’s cock.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” Mitch says with awe and grit as he watches the spectacle we’ve become.

We are a chaotic mess of limbs, mouths, and testing new boundaries. Ian’s hand grips the back of my head and guides me further onto Mitch’s hard cock.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” Ian praises as he peppers kisses along the curve of my neck. I can’t pretend to know how much longer I can hold on with the storm brewing inside me, desperate to break free for the third time.

“Oh fuck. Here, squeeze her neck,” Mitch instructs Ian, lowering me back down to hang off the edge of the bed. A hand wraps around my throat but doesn’t apply much pressure. “Harder,” Mitch urges, picking up the pace of his cock invading my throat.

Ian obeys and squeezes my neck harder. “Oh fuck! That’s it,” Mitch moans as Ian’s hand presses my throat tighter around his cock. A rush of adrenaline surges through me as my ears start ringing, and my airway iscut off completely.

“Jesus, I can feel you through her throat,” Ian grunts out a low moan, relishing in the power he holds over me. There is an edge to his voice. A darkness bubbles beneath the surface that I can feel taking shape. It’s the same drive I hear in Mitch when he’s pushing my limits, and it seems Ian is no different than his best friend as he increases the pressure on my neck.

“Your pussy is fucking killing me, Roxy,” Ian groans, struggling to keep his rhythm as I tighten around him, edging closer to destruction.

“She fucking loves it, doesn’t she?” Mitch growls, thrusting recklessly.

I moan my agreement around his cock, squeezing my thighs around Ian as I feel the building of an orgasm that is sure to send me to the fucking moon. The pain, the euphoria, the raw animalistic need to submit, to please, to be used, are a heady cocktail coursing through my veins. My inner brat comes alive, craving dominance like never before to soothe the constant fight-or-flight fear that claws at my subconscious.

Mitch grows impossibly hard in my mouth, causing a gag so hard the tears fall as if I’m crying.

Panic starts to set in as my lungs burn with the need for air. I grip Mitch’s thighs for relief, but instead of relenting as usual, he grips my hair, holding me in place. “You can breathe when you’ve earned it,” he grunts as his thrusts quicken.

A roar erupts above me as a hand slaps down hard on my tits and squeezes roughly as Mitch thrusts a few more times before stilling balls deep. The warmth of fresh cum unloads in my throat as I choke him down, gagging as I try to manage all of him at once.

Ian’s grip on my throat massages up and down the length of my neck, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s essentially jacking Mitch off through the bulge in my neck. The whimpers coming out of Mitch are unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, and it’s so fucking hot even as I struggle for air.

“Swallow me down, baby. It’s all yours,” Mitch whimpers, his voice cracking with pleasure. “It’s all for you.”

I feel a deep sense of satisfaction as he fills me with this release, marking me in the most primal way. Not only did I ask for this, but I want this, and I fucking deserve to have what I want.

“I didn’t think you’d blow your load so soon,” Ian chuckles as he removes his hand from my neck, his dick warming in my pussy, enjoying the show.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Mitch says, slowly pulling out of my aching throat. “Watching you fuck her has been everything I’ve wanted for months now.” Mitch lifts my head onto the mattress as I gasp and sputter for air.

Ian pulls on my hips, sliding my body entirely on the bed as I relax and suck in shaky breaths. He doesn’t hesitate to claim my numb lips with his own, eagerly tasting Mitch’s cum on my tongue, devouring every moan and gasp that escapes my throat, as he starts to fuck me again.

Mitch’s cock glistens with a mix of saliva and cum, and I feel a sense of pride knowing that I can bring him to such a satisfying end.