Begging Her to Fuck My Friends

The apartment was quiet, just the fridge and the low tick of the heater, when Lionel finally said it. He was twenty-two, fit from early mornings at the gym and still green the second his clothes came off, and he had been dating Elise for several months. She was twenty, petite and tight through the hips, blond hair loose down her back, her big tits swaying under a thin tank as she crossed the living room in cotton panties. He was the only man she had ever fucked. The only cock she had ever sucked. That should have been enough. It had been eating him alive.

He caught her wrist and pulled her down beside him on the couch. "I need you to hear me," he said. "I have this fantasy and I can't shut it off. I want you to get experience. Real experience. From my friends. From Silas and from Cole." His throat worked. "I'm begging you. Fuck them. Learn from them. Then come back and tell me every detail."

Silas was twenty-four, his closest friend, steady and sure, the kind of man who never fumbled once a woman was naked. Cole was twenty-three, boyfriend to twenty-two-year-old Greta, thicker through the cock and rougher with his hands, the one who fucked like he had a map and no shame about using it. Lionel wanted both of them in her. He wanted her small, fit body taught by men who knew more than he did, and he wanted to be the one left on the floor hearing how it had felt.

He told her he lay awake picturing it. Silas's palms covering her tits. Cole's cock opening her. Elise climbing back into his lap afterward, flushed and used, whispering what they had done to her mouth and her pussy, how she had swallowed, how they had stretched her. He got harder from that picture than he ever got from fucking her himself. He hated how true it was. He slid off the couch onto his knees on the rug anyway, hands spread on her bare thighs, voice already breaking. "Please, Elise. I'm not joking. I want my two best friends to fuck you. I want you to let them. I want to watch you learn."

Elise went still. Shock hit her face first, wide blue eyes, lips parted. "You want me to fuck Silas and Cole," she said. Not a no. A stunned naming of the thing.

"Yes." His forehead dropped to her knee. He could smell her skin, warm and clean, and under it the faint sweet start of arousal she probably didn't know he could catch. "Tonight if they'll come. You've only had me. I don't know enough to teach you anything worth keeping. They do. I want you to use their cocks. I want you to practice until you can take them deep and swallow without thinking, and then I want you to sit on this couch and describe every second while I lose my mind."

He did not stop. Stopping felt like drowning. He told her he wanted her on her knees between them, blond hair in their fists, those big tits out, mouth stretched around one cock and then the other until spit ran down her chin. He told her he wanted to watch her throat work when Silas came, wanted to see her swallow his load and open her mouth after to prove it was gone. He told her he wanted Cole's thicker cock splitting her tight pussy, wanted the wet sound of a more experienced man fucking his small girlfriend while Lionel stayed on the floor and begged her to take it deeper. His hands shook on her thighs. The word please came out of him again and again until it barely sounded like a word.

She shifted. Her knees loosened instead of closing. Under the tank her nipples had drawn tight, and a dark spot was spreading on the cotton between her thighs. The shock had not left her face. Something hotter had climbed in under it. She was breathing through her mouth, and when she looked down at him her eyes were bright and hungry.

"You're actually begging," she said.

"I've never wanted anything more." He looked up, desperate, cock straining in his pants. "Say yes. Text them. Tell them to come over and fuck you while I watch. Tell them you want the experience. Tell them you'll swallow. Tell them I asked you for it and you want it too."

Elise held his gaze for a long second. Then she reached for her phone. Her thumbs moved, and she read the messages out loud so he could hear the yes in her own voice. She told Silas and Cole that she wanted them, both of them, tonight, that her boyfriend was on his knees begging her to fuck his friends and she was done pretending she didn't want to be shared. She told them she would suck them, swallow what they gave her, and let them stretch her pussy while Lionel watched from the chair. She hit send. The replies landed fast. On our way. Don't you dare start without us.

Lionel made a broken sound against her knee and stayed there, thanking her in a rush, until the knock hit the door.

Silas came through the door first, twenty-four, jacket off, eyes on Elise like she was his to use. Cole followed, twenty-three, Greta's boyfriend, thicker and already grinning. Lionel said it plain. "She wants this. I begged her. She said yes. Fuck her. I'll watch. If you want out, leave."

Silas looked at her. "You want us?"

"I want you," she said, eager, and Lionel's cock jumped. "Both of you. Mouth and pussy. I want him to see every inch."

Cole shut the door. "Panties off. On your knees."

The tank came over her head. Her big tits spilled free, pale and heavy on her small frame, nipples stiff. The panties peeled down sticky. She sank to the rug and Lionel dropped into the armchair, cock out, leaking, hands locked on the arms.

She took Silas first. Longer than Lionel, curved, heavy in her small hand. She licked the head and sucked him in, lips stretching, cheeks hollowing. Cole stroked his thicker cock beside her face and she turned, swallowing him until her nose brushed his stomach, gagged, spit shining, and went back down. She traded them, deeper each pass, blond hair stuck to her wet mouth, tits swaying.

"Deeper," Lionel begged. "Please take them deeper. I want your throat. Swallow around them."

She slid down Silas until her lips met his base, eyes watering, throat fluttering, and held him while Cole's hand rested in her hair, steady, not pushing. She moaned like being full was the lesson she had wanted. When she came up, spit shone on her chin and her tits.

"Couch," Silas said. "Let him watch it go in."

She turned her back to him, reverse cowgirl, knees spread so the armchair had a clean view of her pussy. She lined him up and sank. Lionel watched every inch disappear, her pink lips parting, gripping, swallowing him to the root. Her ass settled on his thighs. Her big tits hung and swayed.

"He's so much thicker," she gasped. "I can feel all of him. Watch me split on this cock."

She rode hard, lifting until the head tugged her entrance, dropping with a wet slap. Her hole clung on the way up and took him whole on the way down. The lamplight caught the shine on her thighs. Every time she dropped, Lionel heard the soft filthy suck of her pussy taking a cock that spread her wider than his ever had, and he whispered please like a prayer, begging her to stay down on it, begging her to let Silas feel how tight she still was. She ground down and moaned their names, telling him to look at how much cock she could take.

Cole stepped in. She sucked him while she rode, stuffed at both ends, spit running down his shaft, her pussy slick and loud. Then Silas tapped her hip. "On your knees. I want that mouth while he fucks you."

She went to her hands and knees. Cole pushed in from behind in one long stroke, thicker than Silas, and Lionel saw her pussy stretch around him as he started fucking her doggy-style, hips snapping, a hand squeezing one swinging tit. Silas stood at her face. She deepthroated him while Cole drove into her and the couch creaked.

"Swallow his load," Lionel pleaded. "Please. I need to see it go down."

Silas came with a groan, palms gentle on her jaw. Elise took every pulse in her throat, swallowed, swallowed again, and showed Lionel a clean tongue. "Every drop," she said, hoarse, while Cole kept pounding. "He tastes better than you. And Cole is stretching me like you never could."

Cole fucked her until her arms shook and she pushed back for more, then pulled out. Silas, still hard, lay back. Elise climbed on and sank down, taking him to the base, and rode him until he grabbed her hips and came with a rough shout, pumping a thick load deep in her tight cunt. The second he slipped out, Cole shoved into the mess and followed, hips flush to her ass, spilling hot into the same stretched hole. Cum welled at her entrance and slid down onto the cushion, and she reached back to spread herself so Lionel could see both loads stuffed inside her, thick and white, her hole flexed open and dripping. Elise cried out, grinding back for every pulse.

"Fuck, yes. You're both so much better than my boyfriend. He never filled me like this. He never made me this used."

Lionel sat shaking, fist around his aching cock, watching their cum leak out of her around Cole's shaft, white against pink, while she moaned about how good they felt and how little he had ever been.

After both of them had finished inside her, Elise stayed on her hands and knees, pussy clenching, their cum leaking down her thighs. She had swallowed Silas's load already, and now she scooped the mess from her cunt and sucked her fingers clean, licking Cole's and Silas's cream until every drop they had given her was gone. Then she crawled to Lionel.

She climbed into his lap, naked and wrecked, big tits against his shirt, and kissed him deep with the taste of his friends still thick on her tongue. She gave him the recap against his mouth, low and filthy. Silas filling her throat. The swallow. Cole stretching her wider than Lionel ever had. The second load flooding a hole already full. How gaped she was, how satisfied, how his cock had never done any of it.

"Thank you," Lionel said, shaking, grateful in the ugliest way. "Thank you for fucking them. Thank you for making it real."

She shoved two cum-slick fingers past his lips. "Suck their loads off my fingers and admit their cocks fucked your girlfriend's hungry little pussy better than you ever will, because I am still dripping the men who actually know how to use me."