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Part 4

Marco bottomed out, his hipbones flush against her ass cheeks. He paused there, letting her adjust, letting her feel the full length of him buried in her tightest hole. “You have two cocks inside you right now, Season. One in your pussy. One in your ass. How does it feel to be so completely fucking filled?” “It feels...“ She could barely form words. “It feels like I’m finally fucking alive.” They moved. Not in tandem...that would have been too easy, too predictable. Instead they found a rhythm where one pulled back while the other pushed in, so she was never empty, never without at least one cock stretching some part of her. Kyle thrust up into her pussy while Marco withdrew from her ass. Then Marco pushed back in while Kyle slid down. Back and forth. In and out. A seesaw of penetration that kept her suspended in a state of constant, overwhelming fullness. The stars wheeled overhead. The waves crashed below. Season gripped Kyle’s chest, nails digging into his pecs, while Marco’s fingers bit into her hips hard enough to bruise. She hoped they bruised. She wanted to carry marks from this night back to her husband’s bed. “You’re going to come again,” Marco observed, and his casual certainty pushed her closer to the edge. “I can feel your ass clenching around my cock. You’re going to come so fucking hard you forget your own name.” “Tell us your name,” Kyle demanded, slamming up into her. “Say it.” “Season.” “Again.” “Season...fuck...Season...“ They sped up. Both of them. Hammering into her from both angles, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall of tissue separating her pussy from her ass, and that friction, that impossible pressure... She shattered. Again. Harder. Deeper. A full-body convulsion that milked both their cocks, that made her vision go white, that ripped a scream from her throat so loud the lights flickered on in the beach house next door. She was still coming when Kyle’s rhythm stuttered, when he groaned, “I’m going to fill your fucking pussy,” and did exactly that...hot spurts of cum painting her insides while Marco kept fucking her ass through it all. “My turn,” Marco growled, pulling out of her ass and flipping her onto her back beside Kyle. “I want to see your face when I come in your mouth.” He straddled her chest, his slick, dark cock hovering over her lips. Season opened wide.

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Part 3

I can’t...fuck...I’m going to...“ The orgasm blindsided her. No warning. No build. Just a sudden detonation that started in her cunt and blasted outward, making her knees buckle. Only their hands on her thighs kept her upright. She screamed...actually screamed...a raw, throaty sound that echoed across the water. Kyle’s mouth stayed on her clit through the whole thing, not letting up, not backing off, forcing her to ride every fucking aftershock until she was babbling, begging, promising them anything if they’d just give her a second to breathe. “No seconds,” Marco said, standing and pressing his cock against the seam of her ass. “No breathing. We told you...every hole.” “I need her pussy again first,” Kyle said, already positioning himself beneath her. “Before you stretch that tight little ass, I want to watch your face while I fuck her from underneath.” Some repositioning. Some maneuvering. Kyle lay flat on the balcony deck, his back on the warm wood, his cock standing straight up like a fucking flagpole. Season understood without being told...she straddled him, sinking down onto his thick shaft in one wet, greedy slide that made them both groan. “Ride me,” Kyle grunted, hands gripping her hips. “Fuck yourself on my cock while Marco gets that ass ready.” The bottle of lube appeared from somewhere...Marco must have grabbed it from the nightstand, must have planned this whole fucking sequence. She heard the cap open. Then cold gel drizzled onto the crack of her ass, sliding down, slicking everything. Marco’s finger circled her asshole. Gentle at first. Teasing. Then pressing. Then pushing inside...just the tip, just enough to make her gasp and clench around both Kyle’s cock and Marco’s invading finger. “Relax,” Marco murmured. “Breathe out. Let me in, Season. Let me fucking in.” She exhaled. His finger slid deeper, past the first knuckle, then the second. The fullness was obscene...Kyle’s cock stretching her pussy, Marco’s finger stretching her ass, her body accommodating both of them like it had been waiting its whole life for exactly this. “She’s ready,” Marco announced, withdrawing his finger. “Keep riding him. Don’t stop moving.” The head of his cock pressed against her asshole. Thicker than his finger. Hotter. Insistent. Season’s rhythm on Kyle faltered as Marco pushed forward, the sensation so intense it blurred the line between pleasure and pain. “Push out,” Marco instructed. “Like you’re trying to push me away. It’ll open you up.” She did. And he slid inside. Three inches. Four. His veiny, uncut cock sinking into her ass with excruciating slowness while her pussy stayed impaled on Kyle’s thick shaft. The dual penetration was unlike anything she’d ever felt...so full she could barely breathe, so stretched she thought she might split apart, so goddamn good she started screaming without realizing it. “That’s it,” Kyle said, reaching up to thumb her tears away. “Let it out. Let all that shit go. Tonight you’re ours.”

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Part 2

Season bent forward, gripping the cool metal railing. The position was filthy...tits hanging, back arched, her pussy completely exposed to the open air. Anyone on the beach below could look up and see her. The thought made her even wetter. “Fuck, look at that,” Kyle breathed, dropping to his knees behind her. “Her cunt is dripping down her thighs. You see that, Marco?” “I see it.” Marco positioned himself against the railing beside her head, stroking his cock with slow, lazy pulls. “She’s been neglected. A woman like this needs constant attention. Constant worship.” Kyle’s hands spread her ass cheeks apart. His breath ghosted over her wet folds. Then his tongue...flat, wide, hot...licked from her clit all the way up through her slit to the tight pucker of her asshole. Season jerked forward, almost losing her grip on the railing. “Oh fuck. Oh fucking shit.” “She likes that,” Kyle murmured against her pussy. “Her whole body just clenched.” He did it again. Slower. Dragging his tongue through every fold, every crevice, lapping up her juices like he was dying of thirst. When he reached her clit, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, lazy spirals that made her hips buck backward against his face. Marco grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging her head up. “Look at the stars, Season. Look at them while he eats your fucking soul out.” She tried. The stars blurred. Kyle’s tongue was doing something obscene...pushing inside her, fucking her with it, his nose pressed against her perineum while he slurped and sucked and devoured. The sounds were straight out of pornography. Wet. Hungry. Unapologetically nasty. “You taste so fucking good,” Kyle growled, coming up for air. His chin was glazed with her. “Marco, you got to taste this pussy. She’s sweeter than that fucking tequila.” Marco released her hair and stepped around behind her. Season felt both of them crouched behind her now, two sets of hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider, two mouths taking turns on her soaking cunt. They didn’t fight for access...they shared her like they’d been doing this together for years. One tongue flicked her clit while the other plunged inside her. Then they switched. Then they latched onto opposite sides of her labia and sucked simultaneously.

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Kyle’s cock pulled out of her cunt with a wet, obscene pop that made Season whimper around Marco’s shaft. The sudden emptiness was a physical ache, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be refilled. “Not done with you,” Kyle said, slapping her inner thigh just hard enough to sting. “Not even fucking close.” Marco withdrew from her mouth, a strand of saliva connecting her bottom lip to the dark, flushed head of his cock. He wiped it across her cheek with deliberate tenderness. “You said you wanted to be filled. We’re going to fill you under the stars. Get up.” Season’s legs wobbled as they hauled her off the bed. Her body hummed...that post-orgasm, pre-more electricity that made every inch of her skin feel like a live wire. The Egyptian cotton sheets were soaked beneath where she’d been lying. Her slick, their pre-cum, all mixed together in a sticky fucking mess. Kyle grabbed the half-empty tequila bottle from the nightstand. “Drink.” She tipped her head back. The liquor burned down her throat, liquid courage, liquid abandon. Marco’s hand found the small of her back, steering her toward the sliding glass doors that led to the master bedroom’s private balcony. The Gulf night hit her...warm, salt-tanged, a breeze that licked across her wet nipples and made them tighten even harder. Stars scattered across the black sky like someone had thrown a handful of diamonds. Below, the infinity pool still glowed turquoise. Beyond that, the Gulf of Mexico stretched dark and endless, waves hushing against the shore in a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. “Hands on the railing,” Marco commanded, that gravel voice cutting through the night sounds. “Ass out. Show Kyle what he’s been fucking.”