Chapter 2: Double Claim
Marcus's fingers curled inside her, pressing against that spot that made her vision blur at the edges. Two thick digits, knuckle-deep, stretching her wider than she'd ever managed on her own. She gasped, back arching off the mattress, and Devin caught her moan with his mouth, tongue sliding against hers like he was trying to swallow the sound whole.
"Feel that?" Marcus's voice was rough, scraped raw. "Feel how tight you are? Gonna feel even better wrapped around my cock."
"Stop," she managed, but it came out breathless, unconvincing. "You can't just—"
"Can't just what?" Devin pulled back, lips brushing hers as he spoke. "Can't just tell you what we want? Can't just make you feel good?"
His hand slid down her stomach, joining Marcus's between her thighs. She felt the pressure change, felt Marcus pull his fingers out only to be replaced by Devin's—two of them now, thrusting slow and deep, exploring the same territory.
"Fuck," she whispered.
"Yeah." Devin's smile was sharp, almost predatory. "That's it. Let us hear you."
They traded off like that, each taking turns fingering her while the other watched, commenting, driving her closer to the edge. Marcus would curl his fingers just right, and she'd whimper, and then Devin would push three inside her, stretching her, and she'd cry out. Her cunt was drenched, slick running down her thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
"She's so fucking tight," Marcus said, and there was genuine wonder in his voice. "Barely fit three fingers."
"Imagine how she'll feel around a cock." Devin's thumb found her clit, rubbing circles while his fingers pumped in and out. "Gonna strangle whoever gets in there first."
Cami's hips were moving on their own now, grinding against their hands, chasing something she couldn't quite reach. She was so close, so goddamn close, and then—
Both of them. At once.
Marcus slid two fingers back inside her while Devin kept his three, and her pussy stretched around all five, burning, full, impossibly tight. She screamed—actually screamed—and her hands flew to their wrists, nails digging in.
"Too much, too much, fuck—"
"Shh." Marcus leaned down, kissing her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "You can take it. You're doing so good."
"Look at that," Devin breathed. "Look how she's squeezing us. Like she doesn't want to let go."
She couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. The stretch was overwhelming, pleasure and pain tangled together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. And still her hips moved, still she rocked against their hands, still she wanted more.
"Please," she heard herself beg. "Please, I need—"
"What do you need?" Marcus's voice was low, dangerous. "Tell us."
"I need—I need you inside me. For real. I need—"
The words hung in the air, and the world stopped.
Marcus and Devin looked at each other over her trembling body. Something passed between them—some silent agreement, some shared understanding that she wasn't privy to. Their fingers slid out of her slowly, leaving her empty and aching, and she whimpered at the loss.
"Okay," Marcus said finally. "Okay."
"Okay?" She blinked up at him, confused.
"We're gonna give you what you need." Devin was already moving, positioning himself on the bed, pulling her toward him. "Both of us."
Cami's stomach dropped. "Both of you?"
"You can't choose between us." Marcus was behind her now, hands on her hips, lifting her like she weighed nothing. "So we're not gonna make you choose."
"What are you—"
"Fair way to do this." Devin's cock was in his hand now, thick and dark and terrifyingly large, the head glistening with pre-cum. "We lift you up. Drop you down. Whoever gets in first—"
"That's your first time," Marcus finished. "Fair and square."
"That's insane," she gasped. "That's not—you can't—"
"Unless you want to pick one of us." Marcus's breath was hot against her ear. "Right now. Pick."
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Looked at Devin—his easy smile, the way his eyes softened when he looked at her. Looked at Marcus—his intensity, the way he made her feel safe even when he was being rough.
She couldn't. She couldn't choose.
"Exactly," Marcus said, like he'd read her mind. "So we do it our way."
They lifted her together, hands under her arms, her knees, and she was suspended between them, weightless, her dripping cunt hovering over Devin's cock while Marcus's pressed against her from behind. She could feel them both—the fat heads of their cocks nudging at her entrance, one from below, one from behind, and her brain short-circuited.
"Wait—" she started.
"Ready?" Devin asked.
"No, wait, I need—"
"Now."
They dropped her.
The world exploded.
Both cocks slammed into her at once—not one, not the other, both—and her pussy stretched around them, impossibly wide, impossibly full. The pain was blinding, a white-hot burn that ripped a scream from her throat, but underneath it was something else, something huge and overwhelming, a pleasure so deep she couldn't find the edges of it.
"Holy shit—" Devin's voice was strangled.
"What the fuck—" Marcus sounded like he'd been punched.
They'd both made it. Both of them. Her virginity hadn't been taken by one—it had been taken by two, her cunt stuffed so full she could feel every ridge and vein and pulse of their cocks pressed together inside her.
"Fuck," Cami whimpered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"
"Don't move." Marcus's hands were shaking on her hips. "Don't fucking move, I swear to God—"
"Too late," Devin groaned. "I'm gonna—fuck, I'm gonna come—"
"No, wait—"
But it was too late. Devin's hips bucked up, driving even deeper, and she felt him pulse, felt the hot rush of his cum flooding her already-stretched channel. And then Marcus was coming too, triggered by Devin's release, both of them emptying into her at once, filling her so full that her stomach ached with it.
The sound she made wasn't human. It was something raw and animal, a wail that echoed off the walls of her studio, mixing with the rain hammering against the window.
And then, silence.
They stayed frozen like that, all three of them, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Cami could feel both cocks still buried inside her, could feel their combined cum starting to leak out around the edges, dribbling down her thighs. Her pussy was throbbing, stretched so wide she didn't know if she'd ever feel normal again.
"Did you..." Devin's voice was hoarse. "Did you know that was gonna happen?"
"No." Marcus sounded stunned. "No, I thought—I thought one of us would get there first. I didn't think—"
"Both of us fit." Devin let out a breathless laugh. "Both of us fit inside her."