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.







