Page 24 of Pleading Innocence

“Like what you see?” he asked, stroking the wet hair across his chest that laid flat against his pink, pert nipples on a hard but slender chest.

Reaching out, I stroked his lips, running my hand across his chest and stroking his wet dick that stood proudly, drizzling water.

“Yes,” I breathed, feeling my cheeks grow warm and tight as I blushed. He was breathtaking. I shuddered as Mario’s slippery hand reached around to soap my breasts. Gasping, I let my head fall back against him, and when I opened my eyes again, Anthony was no longer standing in front of me. He was crouching. I felt him lift my legs over his shoulders, bringing his head up to the center of my crotch, licking my clit as Mario’s hand moved ever so lightly across my stomach while he managed to brace me up somehow.

My eyes rolled over into my head and I could no longer focus on anything in the bathroom. It felt like I was suspended in the air. The lightbulb began to blur as my vision became fuzzy. Mario’s hand moved to rub my ass before I felt his cool soapy finger get between my ass crack, stroking gently back and forth over my hole. I shivered and bit my lip.

“Mmm,” I said, writhing my hips, unsure if I wanted to push myself into the sensation that Mario was giving me or further into Anthony’s mouth.

“Do you like feeling my finger against your asshole?” Mario asked. I threw my arms behind me, hanging on his neck as I nodded.

“Do you want to feel it inside you?” he breathed against my cheek. The tremor of his breath tickled my skin, and I gripped Anthony’s head, pressing it further onto my clit, pulling on his hair as he groaned. The wetness of Anthony’s tongue against me was so loud. I was pretty sure that if I passed away in this exact moment, I wouldn’t even realize it. It was pure euphoria.

“Yes,” I said to both Mario and Anthony.

With his tongue in my ear, I felt Mario’s finger begin to tease my asshole, stretching it a little, and my eyes widened. He didn’t even get to put his finger in before I was squeezing my leg around Anthony’s head, shaking against his face, screaming in pleasure and sobbing. “Please,” I cried.

Mario cursed and something about it felt dirtier than ever in this moment as he kissed my neck and pushed the tip of his finger further in my ass. I started to thrust my ass against his finger and my crotch against Anthony’s face.

“Hold on, sexy. Slow,” Mario groaned against my ear as his other hand wrapped around my waist to hold me still. Anthony’s tongue was relentless, bringing me close to another orgasm, and I felt more of Mario’s finger insert itself into my body. One of them had fingered my ass once before, but I didn’t remember it feeling this fucking good. My entire body felt like it was being sprinkled with gifts, setting off so many sparks in front of me. I felt like the center of their world.

And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt Anthony stick one finger inside me, sighing as he kissed my clit. I jumped and full-on tears of pleasure started streaming down my face. Another finger followed all while I could still feel Mario’s finger in my ass. I started wailing as if I’d just received the worst news ever when it was the complete opposite. This was the highest level of happiness I’d ever experienced in my entire life.

“Yes, yes, please, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I cried. “Fuck me forever like this, please,” I said, and before I knew what was happening, Anthony’s fingers were being replaced with his dick, filling me up so good it felt like a bomb went off inside my body.

I started wheezing, gripping Mario’s neck tighter, raising my breasts higher as Mario’s finger moved within my asshole with the perfect amount of pressure at the same time Anthony fucked me harder than he’d ever fucked me before.

As I tightened my legs around Anthony’s waist, I felt his finger press against my clit. “Oh my goodness, I’m going to die in this bathroom, my heart’s going to stop,” I said.

“Shit. Do you want me to stop?” I heard Anthony say, as he stopped thrusting and Mario’s finger stopped moving.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I yelled, and it probably didn’t sound very sexy at all. In fact, it came out sounding very demanding. I almost wanted to apologize until Mario and Anthony started grinning. As Anthony pressed against my clit, Mario squeezed my breast and pinched my nipples. As Anthony thrust his hardness within me, Mario applied steady pressure to my asshole. I wasn’t sure how Mario was managing to hold me up with one hand as the other worked me. He was my fucking superman. It wasn’t long until I was back at my peak and exploding around Anthony, clenching my asshole against Mario’s finger.

“Fuck,” I heard Mario swear. “I can’t wait to feel you do that around my cock,” he said. And his words only intensified my orgasm, extending it.

When I opened my eyes to look at Anthony, he was biting his lip, stroking my sweaty body lasciviously. He pulled himself out of me and I shook. Mario’s finger left me next and I closed my eyes, moaning. By the time Anthony lowered me to the floor, my legs were noodles. It made me grateful Mario was there to hold me around the waist while I lay back against his chest.

“That was so intense,” I said. “Is that what double penetration feels like?” I asked, with my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath.

“Mm, sweetheart that was just a taste,” Anthony said with a wink as he started to soap his body. The act of him washing himself before me made me breathless, even as I was already struggling to breathe.

“Yeah, my cock is a lot bigger than that,” Mario joked, and I laughed. Feeling his laughter reverberate against my back filled my chest with such warmth, I spun around to take in the sight of him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt his erection pressed against my belly, harder than I’d ever felt it before.

“Mm,” I moaned. “I know that, silly. But I think you were right. If I had two of your dicks inside me at once…” I reached down to stroke Mario’s and turned to stroke Anthony’s at the same time. They both bit their lips and groaned.

Mario’s hand moved quickly to grab mine and I thought he was about to stop me, but he just whispered, “Slow.”

“...I don’t think I’d have been able to survive that intensity,” I finished. Watching them both react to my touch was making me already horny for round two or twenty-two. It felt powerful having them both at my mercy. The veins of Mario’s dick pressed into the palm of my hand, and I could feel Anthony’s heartbeat through his rod. He stopped soaping himself and shut the water off, surrendering to the palm of my hand. Mario shivered as I took my time with him. They both looked so delicious, there was only one thing left to do. I got on my knees and started sucking Anthony’s dick.

“Ah, fuck. Suck that dick,” I heard Mario say. So I turned around and sucked him as well. “Shit,” he said, throwing his head back, spreading his legs and clenching his hard, solid abs. They were not quite as drenched as Anthony’s yet since Anthony was kind of hogging the shower, but they were damp enough to cause speckles of water to drip down into the blond of his pubic hair. I reached up to kiss his Adonis belt and drink from his navel, causing his piercing blue eyes to darken, burning through me with a wanton stare, making me moan as the length of him pushed against my throat.

“Oh, shit,” he said, and he looked like he would start crying soon. Like he was too close, and I wanted him to burn with passion for a little while longer. I pulled my mouth off him and turned to Anthony again, who was all too ready to take my mouth. I was all too eager to let him, sucking him in until he shook and grabbed my hair, tugging on my scalp until it hurt a little, but it felt so fucking good.

He started to thrust himself inside of my mouth, hammering it as I laid my tongue flat just like Mario taught me. I opened my mouth as wide as I could get it without it being uncomfortable. I could taste myself on him, and as he tugged my hair, it made me dizzy. In a swift movement, he pulled himself out of my mouth and backed away from me like I had the fucking plague.

“Fuck, you’re too good at that,” he said, pushing me forward and pressing my front up against the wall of the shower, falling in behind me, rubbing his hardness up against my ass before telling me to bend over and show him my pretty asshole.

Hell yes, I did as I was told.

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