Starting Off Small

Selene presses two slips of paper into their palms—her phone off, the lights dimmed, her hands already shaking. Becky and Piper look at each other like the joke just got filthy. They’re in. Her two best friends. Always down for anything. Tonight that includes fucking her like she’s the shared prize between them. They strip down fast. Straps click tight around bare hips. Black silicone juts out—thick, veined, mean. Selene drops to her knees first. Becky threads fingers through her hair and feeds the rubber deep. No tease. Full stroke, lips stretching, spit stringing down to the floor while Piper lines up behind. The sudden push at Selene’s cunt yanks a choked sound out of her. Both holes opened at once. She gags, she clenches, they don’t slow down. They flip her onto the bed—flat on her back now—Piper shoving into her mouth, Becky riding straight into her soaked slit. They switch without asking. Long thrusts alternate with short, brutal snaps until Selene’s thighs twitch and her moans turn wet. Spit runs down her chin. Sweat mats her hair. Every time the straps slap skin it sounds obscene. Becky pulls out, climbs higher, settles her wet silicone against Selene’s ass. Piper already slicks lube over it. No words needed. The angle is sharp. One deep glide, slow, then another, sudden—stretching her tight hole wider than she planned. Selene’s cry is half pain, half greedy want. They keep her pinned—Piper still grinding down her throat, Becky driving into her ass—pumping until the muscles in Selene’s calves shake. The finish is cruel. They push in together, double-strapped, hips snapping in sync like trained muscle. One cock buried in cunt, the other forcing past her slick rim again. Full. Overfull. Selene claws at the sheets, body dragged forward and yanked back between their thrusts. Every slick drag tugs another noise loose—wet, guttural, obedient. She asked for this, asked for small, but small turned savage fast and she keeps pushing back anyway.