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Ethan’s head rolled forward and he let out a helpless groan. Seth thrust harder into him, pushing Ethan closer. Seth repeated the movement two more times until it was either move forward or let Seth slip out of him.
Ethan’s hips were lined with my face, and his knees were almost touching the headboard on either side of my shoulders. I lifted my arms above my head, waiting for him to fall into me, but it seemed Seth wasn’t going to help anymore. I raised an eyebrow as the skin smacking got louder and quicker. A loud, drawn–out groan from Seth, a yelp from Ethan, and then the fast pace Seth had set slowed.
Ethan fell forward, bracing his hands against the wall above me. I expected his hips to thrust forward, so my mouth opened and I waited, but when it didn’t happen I got impatient. He was kneeling over my face, dangling above my mouth, I could’ve lifted my head, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
“Come on, Ethan, fuck my face,” I demanded, hoping he wouldn’t say no.
Seth moaned. “That dirty mouth is begging for it, Ethan. Fuck her.”
“I can’t,” Ethan said whimpering, but it was like his cock was magnetically charged to dip into the wet cavern o my mouth because he circled his hips forward. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
Deciding to meet him halfway, I used the muscles in my neck to lift my face, relaxing my throat as much as I could so I could take him deeper. I let out a happy yelp, muffled by his cock in my mouth, as he finally took the initiative and thrust.
His hands, which had been holding his upper body mostly off me, slipped down the wall to clutch my head and hold me in place. And this time, I was ready for it. Ethan let out tiny, pleasurable grunts, and his fingers tightened, pulling at my hair.
This is what I wanted, I thought.
The need to see Ethan’s face caused me to awkwardly lift my gaze, but all I saw were his abs flexing with each thrust and his hair brushing against the wall. With Seth’s help, Ethan’s hips were now thrusting faster, causing me to drool. The lubrication from my saliva helped Ethan slide deeper every time. Not wanting to gag again, I pushed my
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forearms up enough to keep his hips from pushing too far. He was just shy of hitting the back of my throat. According to my cherry Popsicle, any stimulation at the far back of my throat and I was gagging.
Within five minutes, I learned three things: the closer Seth was to an orgasm the more verbal he got; the closer Ethan was to an orgasm the louder he got; and partial deep throating hurt after awhile.
The ‘fuck me Ethan’s‘ and ‘that’s it baby cum in Cassie’s hot little mouth,‘ from Seth plus the whining half screams from Ethan was enough to mostly cancel out the uncomfortable third realization. A charge vibrating in my groin sent tingling jolts to the tips of my toes
as Seth’s words made me blush and Ethan’s cries got louder.
I flattened my palms against Ethan’s midriff, pushing as his thrusting hips became wild,
but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. Holding himself up with one elbow, he let his free
hand slide up the side of my face to the top of my head. His fingers clamped down,
holding me still between him and the wall. His balls smacked against my chin and his
shouts bounced off the walls.
Ethan was so rough I was worried he’d go too deep, but in the end, it wasn’t the tip of his
cock hitting the back of my throat. It was the warm squirt of semen. I’d heard horror
stories of the taste, but it was almost effortless swallowing it down and sucking him at
the same time. It was definitely an acquired taste, but it wasn’t all that bad.
Ethan’s voice cracked as his orgasmic cries got louder. He trembled above me. His fingers curled in my hair once again. His hips stilled as he gasped for breath, but I could feel Seth’s continued thrusts. Ethan was shaking so hard I thought he might collapse against the wall and suffocate me, but Seth quickly shuffled him upwards, keeping Ethan in position, with his back flush against Seth’s front. Seth kept his hips pumping against Ethan’s ass, but his hand reached down for me. He gestured for me to get up. I lifted my ass off my calves and got to my knees. I was shorter–way shorter–than both of them, but with them kneeling I was able to push my upper body just slightly below Ethan’s chest.
