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"Hanging in there, doll face?"
You couldn't form a response, your eyes half lidded and mouth open as you panted softly, your brain anywhere but in the conversation right now.
"Oh, sweetheart, at a loss for words?" Ford chuckled as he ran a hand through your messy hair, gently sweeping it off your sweaty forehead as you continued to gasp and whine at what the two were doing.
The twins had found you wandering around in the forest, lost. You’d been hiking and looking for one of the many mysteries of the strange little town. You’d be so grateful they'd invited you inside the safety and warmth of their cabin. You shouldn't have trusted them, should never have taken the strange drink from the one in the sweater.
Ford was sitting on the couch as you straddled him. His cock deep inside you, his hands gently running over your flushed skin, he was adoring the way you gazed at him, how fucked out you looked as your hands trembled on his chest, trying to brace yourself, have some sort of balance and control over what was being done to you.
Stan was behind, his cock also stuffed into your already tight pussy. They fucked you in tandem. As one slipped out the other would thrust impossibly deep just to be replaced each time. You weren’t sure who was where as your mind was hazy from the drink you’d swallowed.
Your head fell back when you felt both sheathed inside you for a moment. You murmured as your hips involuntarily shook, rocking against them with a moan, wanting more.
"Shit, getting used to this, huh?" Stans' gravelly voice chuckled in your ear as his harsh grip on your hips started to force your body to move how he wanted, his desired rhythm for how you’d be fucked.
"Now, now, Stanley. We don't want them breaking on the first day, do we?" Ford scolded before kissing your neck, wet and open-mouthed until he reached your shoulder, where he bit down, sucking the flesh between his teeth, desperate to mark you.
"Fuck, that's hot.." Stan grunted as he raised his hand, bringing it down on your ass cheek. The slapping of flesh made you cry out, your pussy clenched around their cocks at the shock of being spanked, which only urged Stan to continue the action.
Ford panted against your bare skin as he could feel the friction from Stans cock rubbing against his, the intense feeling of your warm, wet pussy hugging the two members together was sending him closer to the edge.
"D-do that to them again, Stanley." He whined as he bucked his hips, wanting deeper inside you despite the deliciously tight fit.
"Like the vice grip do ya sixer?" His large, firm hand came down on your ass once more. You and Ford moaned in unison."Slut," Stan mumbles against your back as he started to fuck you again. Doing most of the work now.
"I'm so close...." Ford was rutting up in a disorganised chaos, no longer in alternative strides with Stan but both fucking you as one.
You couldn't help how your toes curled. The brothers just using you as their personal toy to get off, to get closer to one another in some desperate, messed-up way.
"Me too..." Stan huffed as hands grabbed your soft flesh. The way his fingers dug into you was sure to add bruises to your growing collection of purples and blues. A watercolour palette to their brutality.
You couldn’t stop yourself, the intense feeling of being stuffed... Fucked beyond your means... The sensations of pain and pleasure buzzing through your every nerve ending. You came hard, the extra warmth and wetness sending them over the edge as your slick made their cocks slide against each other.
You couldn't work out who came first... Not even from their grunts of pleasure, you just felt unreasonably full. Hot ropes of cum pouring into your abused cunt. You dug your fingers into Ford's shoulders as you whined. He didn’t seem to mind the marks you’d be leaving him.
Stan pulled out with a wet pop, sitting back on the floor and watching the mix of his and Ford's cum leaking from you. He chuckled, getting on his knees and pulling you off his exhausted brother's lap, holding you close to his chest, forcing your legs over his thighs, a hand between your legs as he spread you open.
"Look at that..."
Ford sat up, trying to regain his composure, adjusting his glasses as he examined you. The mixed cum oozing from you. He was delighted at the sight, a wicked grin on his face as he leaned in close to get a better look. Stan uses his fingers to collect what had seeped out, pushing it back in before twirling his fingers inside of you, further mixing his and Ford’s cum together.
"Looks like we do know how to share huh?" Stan chuckled as you lay limp in his arms. "Wanna see if we fit in the other hole together?"
"Sounds like a great experiment, Stanley!"
This wasn’t going to be fun…