Little sister continued

But even as I said the words, my body betrayed me. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, pushing out another thick drop of your cum that dribbled onto the floor. A fresh wave of wetness mixed with it. Deep down, the fantasy was already spiraling out of control. In my head I was that timid little vixen again — mounted by her wolf and then offered to the pack. The thought of being shared, of two men using me and breeding me one after another, made my clit throb painfully.

I stayed right where I was. Ass up. Legs spread. Back arched. I couldn’t make myself move.

You must have seen the conflict on my face because you stepped closer and ran a reassuring hand down my spine. I shivered hard at your touch.

“I… I’m scared,” I admitted softly, cheeks burning. “But… I don’t want to stop either. I’ve never done anything like this. It feels so dirty… so wrong…” My voice dropped to a shy, embarrassed whisper. “But I’m so wet thinking about it. Two of you filling me… using my pussy… breeding me together.”

I lowered my head back to the carpet, hiding my burning face against my arm while keeping my ass presented high for you. My breathing was fast and shallow. Every second that passed made the ache between my legs worse. I could hear you texting your friend. The quiet sound of the reply coming in made my stomach flip with nervous excitement.

Minutes felt like hours. I stayed obediently on all fours, trembling, cum still leaking from me, my shy mind racing with a thousand embarrassed thoughts while my body grew hotter and needier.

Finally I heard the knock at the door.

My heart nearly exploded. I whimpered softly into the carpet but didn’t move. I stayed presented — ass up, pussy exposed and dripping — just like you told me to.

I heard the door open, low voices, footsteps. Then your buddy’s surprised, hungry chuckle when he saw me waiting there like a shy little breeding toy.

“Oh fuck… she’s really doing it,” he muttered.

I squeezed my eyes shut, face flaming with mortification, but my hips gave a tiny, involuntary wiggle. My voice came out small and shaky, barely audible:

“…Please be gentle at first. I’m… I’m really shy.”

Deep down, though, the craving was winning. I wanted them to use me. I wanted to be bred by both of you. I stayed perfectly still on all fours, waiting, dripping, and silently hoping they’d start soon.

I stayed frozen on all fours, cheek pressed to the carpet, ass raised high and my leaking pussy on full display. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe when I heard the front door open and close. Heavy footsteps approached. Then a low, surprised whistle.

“Damn… you weren’t kidding,” your buddy’s deep voice said. “Look at this shy little thing.”

I whimpered softly, mortified, but I didn’t move. I kept my knees spread and my back arched like an obedient little vixen. My face burned with embarrassment as I felt his eyes devouring me.

He stepped up behind me without wasting time. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper, then the heavy thud of his pants hitting the floor. When I dared a quick glance back, my eyes widened. His cock was monstrous — a thick 6-inch beast, almost Coke-can thick, veined and heavy, the head already leaking. It looked obscene compared to my small frame.

“Oh god…” I whispered, voice shaking. “It’s… it’s so big…”

I was scared. Really scared. But my pussy clenched hard and pushed out another trickle of your cum, betraying how badly my body wanted it.

He didn’t ask. He just gripped my hips with big, rough hands and pressed that fat cockhead against my cum-slick entrance. I gasped as he started pushing. The stretch was intense — much thicker than you. My shy little pussy resisted at first, then slowly opened around his girth with a wet, filthy sound.

“Ahh—! It’s too thick…” I moaned into the carpet, eyes squeezing shut. My fingers clawed at the rug as inch after thick inch forced its way inside me, stretching me wider than I’d ever been. He kept going until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against my clit. I felt so impossibly full, like I was being split open in the best way.

Then he started fucking me.

Hard.

Deep, powerful strokes that made my whole body jolt forward. The thickness rubbed every sensitive spot inside me at once. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as he churned your cum deeper into me with every thrust. My small breasts swung beneath me, and my moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers.

“F-fuck… you’re so big…” I gasped, voice trembling with reluctant pleasure. “I feel like I’m being bred by a real wolf now…”

He grunted and picked up speed, pounding me harder. One of his hands reached under and rubbed my swollen clit with rough fingers while the other held my hip in a bruising grip. I was shaking, overwhelmed, but I kept pushing back to meet his thrusts like the needy little slut in my furry videos.

You were watching the whole time. I could feel your eyes on me as your friend used your shy sister-in-law’s pussy like it was his own personal breeding hole.

“I… I can’t believe I’m doing this…” I whimpered, half embarrassed, half lost in lust. “Two men… using me… filling me…”

His thick cock kept slamming into me, battering my cervix with every stroke. The pressure built fast and brutal. My legs started shaking violently.

“I’m gonna— I’m cumming—!” I cried out.

My pussy spasmed hard around his massive girth, milking him as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. Fresh juices squirted around his cock, mixing with your cum and dripping everywhere. He didn’t slow down. He just kept pounding me through it, growling.

He suddenly buried himself deep and roared. I felt his thick cock pulse violently as he unloaded — heavy, hot ropes of cum blasting straight into my womb, far more than the first two loads from you. It flooded me so full I could feel my lower belly swell slightly. The sensation of being pumped so deep and so thick pushed me into another shaking orgasm.

When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, a huge gush of mixed cum poured out of my ruined pussy onto the carpet. I stayed on all fours, trembling, panting, ass still up like a good girl.

I looked back at both of you with hazy, shy eyes, face flushed crimson.

“…There’s so much…” I whispered breathlessly. “I feel so bred… so used…”

But even as I said it, my hips gave a tiny, involuntary wiggle, my dripping hole still twitching and open.

I bit my lip, voice barely audible and full of embarrassed need:

“Are… are you both going to take turns again?”

I stayed trembling on all fours, my face flushed and pressed against the carpet, ass still raised high. My pussy was a complete wreck — swollen, gaping, and absolutely overflowing with thick, mixed cum. Especially his. The fertile one. I could feel it deep inside me, warm and heavy, and the thought made my stomach twist with anxious butterflies.

Your buddy gave my ass a final firm slap, chuckled, and started pulling his pants back on.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he said, zipping up. “But I gotta get back to the wife and kids before they wonder where I am. She’s already suspicious if I’m gone too long.” He laughed low as he headed for the door. “Good luck cleaning up your mess, man.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving just the two of us again.