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You’re on your hands and knees, propped up over Billy’s body as you swirl your tongue over his cockhead before sliding your mouth down his pulsing length. His tongue licks flatly between your folds, occasionally suckling at your cocklet or slipping the hot muscle into your hole alongside his two thick fingers pumping in and out of you.
You moan around Billy’s leaking prick, lips stretched wide around him as two lube slick fingers begin to toy with your ass, rubbing up and down your pucker before sliding in with barely any resistance. The fingers are thinner, longer, crooking down in a fumbling attempt to stimulate your prostate—Steve’s fingers begin a quick and messy pace that has you moaning around Billy’s cock, the vibrations causing his hips to buck up ever so slightly, his hips gyrating and grinding with barely maintained self-control.
He lets out stuttered groans against your pussy as you reach one hand to stroke what you can’t comfortably suck down, the other hand lightly squeezing and massaging at his balls, occasionally sliding downwards to tease at his taint and twitching hole.
“Your ass is gonna feel so good around me,” Steve breathes as you whine, a third finger slipping into your hole, spreading apart ever so slightly to test how stretched you are.
Steve groans in awe at the gush of slick that leaks out of you, coating Billy’s lower face—lips swollen and cherry red as he flops his head back and looks up at Steve with a cocky glare, long curls spread out against the sheets like some golden halo.
“Who said you get to fuck his ass tonight?” He questions casually, lightly slapping your thigh as if to emphasize, “I think he wants Daddy’s thick cock to stretch his little hole out, huh?”
You moan around his dick in response, doing your best to nod your head, viscous drool dripping from your mouth as you try and take him as deep as you can, earning you an approving hum in response.
“Billy, c’mon,” Steve whines, “that’s not fair. You got his ass last time!”
“You’re so dramatic, princess,” Billy grumbles, “I’m sure you’ll get a turn, you big baby, but I wanna see your big dick stretching out his pussy first,” he nearly moans out just at his own words, his prick slipping from your lips as he shuffles up just enough to mouth at the underside of Steve’s cock.
You whimper softly at the loss as Steve gasps. You move to suck marks into Billy’s thighs with nothing else to occupy your mouth, your hips grinding back against Steve’s fingers still pumping in and out of you without any particular rhythm.
It isn’t much longer for Steve to deem you stretched out enough, giving your ass a wet slap as he pulls his fingers free. You whine pathetically and fall forward into the pillows as Billy tries to climb out from under you, mind floating and fuzzy with need—you keep on your knees so your ass is in the air, back arched prettily as you present your dripping holes—earning an appreciative groan from Steve and an annoyed scoff from Billy.
“Don’t be like that, baby,” Billy chides. You feel his surprisingly soft hands grab at your waist as he shuffles forward on his knees, pulling you back into his lap, your legs spread out over his thick thighs, his cock sliding saliva-slick between your cheeks.
He presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to your throat and shoulder, scraping his teeth over old fading bruises to get you to whine and shiver. Steve moves to kneel in front of you, reaching his left hand up to gently cup your cheek, in sharp contrast to Billy as he leans forward to capture your lips in a slow but heady kiss—his tongue licking into your mouth as deep as it can get.
His right hand trails down your torso, feather-light over your stomach. You can feel him smile into the kiss at how your abdomen tenses against his touch before his hand slides further down—fingers slipping between your wet folds to slowly grind against your pulsing clit.
You feel Billy shift behind you, the tip of his cock pressing against your asshole. You groan softly at how Steve presses upward, his palm spreading out and pushing against your mound to get you to rise up on your knees, giving Billy better access to your fluttering hole.
You whine as Billy’s thick cock breaches you, the swollen head popping into your hole just as Steve slides two long fingers into your aching pussy, crooking to rub over your sweet spot.
Billy groans from behind you, hot breath puffing out against the shell of your ear as he slowly pulls you back onto his prick by your hips, “so fucking tight, baby boy,” he murmurs, the tip of his wet tongue dipping ever so slightly into your ear, causing you to flinch and whine. He chuckles lowly, spreading his mouth wide over the side of your throat as he bucks up, shoving the rest of his dick into your hole.
You moan brokenly, his cock stretching you wide. He was reasonably sized length-wise, a bit above average, but he was nearly as thick as a fucking soda can—the slight burn mixing with the overwhelming pleasure, the pain eased by the copious amounts of lube Steve had fingered into your now dripping hole.
Billy stills, intending to give you time to adjust. He growls slightly against your flushed skin as you start to lift yourself up, setting an unsteady pace on shaky thighs as you drop back down onto both his cock and Steve’s fingers, moaning and whimpering like a cheap whore.
Steve lays back, legs spread and long cock leaking pre against his tummy. He pulls you down as he goes, forcing Billy to shuffle along with you, his hips stilling if only for the moment as you’re positioned over Steve—legs hugging his waist, your cheek and palms pressed to his hairy chest as you pant.
Steve shifts a bit, planting his feet. You whine when Billy’s cock slides out of you, trying to grind back against the tip still teasing over your twitching hole. One of Steve’s hands soothingly runs through your hair while the other reaches down to grip the base of his own dick. He rubs the swollen cockhead between your folds, teasing over your cunt and groaning at the slick that gushes out of you and coats his shaft.
You already felt stuffed impossibly full with just Billy in your ass, your brain nearly short-circuits as you feel the blond’s strong hands on your hips again, pulling you downwards and back onto the both of their cocks.
You sob as they both breach you, Steve sliding into your tight, wet clutch first—Billy having to push with a bit more force, popping into you with a harsh thrust only seconds after Steve. They still their hips, the three of you panting, overwhelmed by the feeling of being so connected to each other.
The hand that had been gripping Steve’s cock slides slowly up to rub your back, “you okay, baby?” You give a weak nod and a softer whimper in response, clenching tight around the both of them and earning two groans—basking in how different yet similar they sound.
You feel Billy drape over your back before a hand is pressing against the front of your throat, squeezing lightly as he pulls you back, forcing your spine to arch prettily, mouth agape and eyes half-lidded. The angle forces Steve’s prick to slide deeper into you, pressing hard against your cervix. You moan long and drawn out at the feeling, grinding your hips down to chase the tight pressure in your stomach.
“Of course he’s okay, just look at him,” Billy growls out, “our little cock drunk slut,” he coos sweetly, tone changing so fast it nearly gives you whiplash, the hand not cupping your throat moves to press against the hard bump of your lower abdomen, “look, Stevie, you can see what that big dick of yours is doing to him,” he groans, slowly starting to gyrate his hips, causing you to whimper pathetically.
“Is that really—” Steve moans out, disbelieving, sitting half way up on his elbows and giving his hips an experimental wiggle, staring wide-eyed at the sight of the small, barely visible bulge shifting with the movement of his cock, “oh, fuck,” he whines, beginning to buck steadily up into you, his prick barely pulling out more than an inch before it’s shoving back into your clenching, dripping pussy.
“That’s it, Stevie,” Billy groans, his own pace increasing until he’s slamming into you, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with harsh thrusts that have his balls and hips slapping ludely against you, the sound of skin on skin resounding through the room, your cunt squelching wetly with each thrust.
Billy’s hands move to your shoulders, pressing you forward until you collapse against Steve’s chest, crying in overwhelming pleasure as his arms wrap tight around you, holding you in place as the two of them fuck into your holes, filling you up, getting you to scream and moan like a slut.
Your swollen cocklet rubs incessantly against Steve’s pelvis with each thrust forward of Billy’s hips. You’re dazed, completely out of it, body and mind floating as the two boys split you open on their thick cocks. Your prostate is sore and overstimulated, clit aching—you’re intoxicated by the feeling of them sliding deep into your wet heats, chasing their own pleasure like wild animals.
“Wanna see you finish first, Harrington,” Billy grunts, barely winded, sweat dripping down his flexing abs as his prick pumps into you, “wanna—fuck—wanna see your load dripping out of his tight little cunt,” he leans down as far as he can while still maintaining his brutal pace, biting and nipping your shoulder blade as he speaks, “gonna shove my cock into your pussy right after, baby boy, push Stevie’s cum out around my dick, watch it drip down to your ass.”
You make a noise caught halfway between a sob and a whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, Steve still weakly pushing up into you, his prick twitching and kicking within your walls at Billy’s words. He always did have a filthy mouth, both in and out of bed.
“You want that baby?” Billy chuckles dangerously, his own pace starting to stutter as he groans, “want both your daddy’s to fill you up with their cum? Want to be bred full?”
You nearly scream as you cum, white flashing behind your eyes as that pressure deep in your pussy gives, hot pleasure rushing through your entire body, your holes clenching down impossibly tight as slick gushes from your fluttering cunt.
The wet heat of your cum and the sudden tightness of your clutch has Steve groaning out long and loud, his cock giving a particularly hard kick inside you before he’s coming deep in your twitching pussy, his big hands gripping bruisingly at your thighs as he holds you down as flush against him as you can get.
Billy wastes no time pulling out and flipping you around, earning a winded ‘oomph’ from Steve as you’re essentially thrown down on top of him. One of Steve’s hands trails down to spread your folds apart, careful to avoid your oversensitive cock, his other hand spreading wide over your throat and applying pressure ever so slightly.
Billy quickly lines himself up with your cunt before pushing in, the thickness of him compared to Steve causing you to whine, the burn overwhelming in your current state.
“I know, I know, baby,” he leans down and captures your mouth, sucking at your upper lip and tongue before knocking your foreheads together, the two of you panting into each other’s mouths, “you’re doing so good for daddy, so fucking good. Take me so well.”
His hips move lightning fast, thrusting into you with bruising force as he chases his own orgasm. You start to cry again at the overstimulation, squirming against Steve’s hold on you, your feet planting on the bed and hips involuntarily bucking up against the feeling of being split open like this.
Steve mutters words of comfort against the side of your head, tightening his grip around your throat. You clench down tight as you pant for air, hands scrabbling for purchase on the bed, Billy’s back, Steve’s wrists. Billy gasps at the sensation, hips bucking one, two, three more times before he’s coming with a bellowing groan, biting at your cheek as he fills you up with his load.
The three of you stay like that for a moment, catching your breaths before Billy slips out of you and flops down beside you. Steve turns your bodies so you’re sandwiched between the two of them. You can feel Steve nuzzling into your shoulder as Billy stares at you, eyes half-lidded, moving to rest a hand on the back of your head before pulling you into a slow, lazy kiss.
“Did so good for us, Y/N,” he murmurs against your saliva-slick lips. Steve hums in agreement. You can only whimper in response, too deep in your subspace to try and attempt any words right now. Both of their hands glide all over your body, featherlight to keep from overstimulating you, but with enough pressure to be comforting rather than ticklish.
You let your eyes drift closed, knowing full well you’ll be woken up in the next ten minutes to strong arms carrying you to a warm bath.