Elena was twenty-eight, and she had been begging for this for weeks. She knelt naked on the bedroom rug, her dark hair falling over her shoulders, her nipples hard and aching, and looked up at Damion with wide, pleading eyes. Damion was thirty-two, towering over her, his cock already thick and heavy between his thighs.

— Please, — she whispered. — Please, Damion. I want both. I want to be so full I can’t think.

— Both fists? — he said slowly. — You know what you’re asking for, little girl? That’s going to stretch you wider than you’ve ever been stretched.

— I know, — she breathed. — I want it. I want you to fill me completely.

He cupped her face in his big hand, his thumb brushing her lower lip. She opened her mouth obediently and sucked his thumb, her tongue swirling around it, her eyes never leaving his.

— First you warm up that pretty mouth, — he ordered. — On your knees properly.

She shifted forward on her knees and took his cock in both hands. It was thick and hot, the head flushed purple-red, a bead of precum glistening at the slit. She licked it off and moaned at the salty taste, then opened wide and took him into her mouth.

She sucked him slowly, her lips stretched tight around his girth, her tongue working the underside of his shaft. Then she took him deeper, relaxing her throat, letting him slide all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Her throat bulged around him and she swallowed convulsively, her throat muscles rippling along his shaft.

— Fuck, — he groaned, his hands fisting in her hair. — That’s it. Take it all.

She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder, and took him even deeper — her throat opening, swallowing him down until his balls rested against her chin. She held him there, deep in her throat, swallowing repeatedly, her throat muscles milking his shaft. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, her eyes watering, and she stayed there, breathing through her nose, taking all of him.

— Fuck, fuck, — he breathed, his grip tightening in her hair. — You’re going to make me cum down your throat.

She pulled back slowly, her lips sliding up his shaft, her tongue licking the head clean — and then dove back down, deep-throating him again with a soft gag. She worked him like this, deep and slow, her throat stretching around his girth, her saliva slicking everything.

She bobbed her head, deep-throating him over and over, her saliva running down his shaft and dripping off his balls. She gagged softly around him and kept going, her throat stretching to accommodate his thickness, her eyes watering. He held her head and thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat with slow, deep strokes, and she took every inch, swallowing around him. Her throat bulged visibly with every deep stroke, her neck straining around his girth, and she breathed through her nose in quick, desperate huffs.

— Fuck, your throat, — he groaned. — So tight around my cock.

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard as he pulled back, her tongue lashing the head of his cock, licking the slit, tasting his precum. Then she took him deep again, her throat opening for him, swallowing him to the root. She gagged and kept going, her throat muscles massaging his shaft with every swallow, her saliva dripping down his balls and onto the rug.

He thrust into her throat faster, his hips pumping, and she took it all — gagging, drooling, her eyes streaming. Her throat worked his cock like a fist, squeezing and massaging, and he groaned, his balls tightening.

— Not yet, — he growled, pulling out. — I’m saving it for your pussy.

He pulled out and she gasped, panting, a string of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

— Good girl, — he murmured. — Now get on the bed. On your back. Legs spread wide.

She scrambled onto the bed and lay back, spreading her thighs wide open for him. Her pussy was already wet, her inner lips glistening, her clit swollen and pink. He knelt between her legs and stared at her open pussy, and she blushed under his gaze, her walls fluttering with need.

— Look at that greedy little pussy, — he growled. — Already dripping for me.

He leaned down and licked her in one long stroke, from her entrance to her clit, and she cried out, her hips bucking off the bed. He held her hips down with one big hand and buried his face in her pussy, his tongue spearing into her wet hole, licking and sucking with greedy hunger.

He licked her clit in fast, hard flicks, then sucked it between his lips and nibbled gently, and she screamed, her fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue pushed deep into her pussy, fucking her with it, and she gushed wetness onto his face.

— Oh god, your tongue, — she sobbed. — Don’t stop, please don’t stop.

He didn’t stop. He ate her pussy relentlessly, his tongue lashing her clit, his lips sucking her swollen inner lips, his fingers spreading her open so he could get deeper. She came with a scream, her pussy convulsing around his tongue, flooding his mouth with her sweet wetness. He lapped it all up, groaning.

— More, — she begged, still shaking. — Please, Damion, I need your hands.

— You need my fists, you mean, — he corrected, and pushed two fingers deep into her dripping pussy. Her walls clamped around them immediately, hot and slick. He pumped them in and out, curling them against her G-spot, and she moaned.

He added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her entrance wider with each one. Her pussy lips were pulled taut around his knuckles, glistening and quivering. He worked his fingers in slow, deep circles, opening her up, and she whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand.

— So wet, — he growled. — So fucking ready.

He folded his thumb and pressed his fist against her stretched entrance. She tensed, her breath catching.

— Breathe, — he ordered. — Push out. Let me in.

She bore down and he pushed, his fist sinking into her pussy knuckle by knuckle. She screamed as her entrance stretched impossibly wide around his fist, the burning stretch making her whole body shake. Then his fist was inside her, buried deep, her inner walls wrapped around his hand, pulsing and fluttering.

— Oh fuck, — she gasped. — You’re inside me. Your whole fist.

— That’s one, — he said, and began to pump his fist in and out of her pussy. Her entrance stretched wide around his wrist with every stroke, her pussy lips pulled taut. She screamed with every thrust, her walls rippling around his hand.

He twisted his fist inside her, grinding his knuckles against her front wall, and she howled — her G-spot found, her pussy convulsing around his hand. He massaged it relentlessly, his knuckles pressing hard, and she came with a scream, her walls clamping down on his fist, pulsing and squeezing.

— Fuck, you’re squeezing so hard, — he groaned, pumping his fist through her orgasm. — Your pussy loves this.

He kept fisting her — long, deep strokes, his fist sliding in and out of her stretched pussy, her entrance gaping around his wrist. Her pussy was gushing, soaking his arm, dripping onto the sheets. She was moaning nonstop now, high and desperate, her hips rocking against his hand, taking every thrust.

— Please, — she sobbed. — The other one. I need both. Please.

— Beg for it, — he said, slowing his fist cruelly.

— Please, Damion, please put your other fist in me, — she cried. — Please, I need to be full. I need both.

— Good girl, — he murmured, and withdrew his first fist slowly. — You beg so pretty.

He fisted her steadily, his fist driving in and out of her stretched pussy, and she took it — screaming, moaning, her body jerking with every stroke. Her pussy was gushing, wetness running down his arm, the sounds obscene and slick.

— More, — she begged. — The other one. Please.

— You’re sure? — he asked, his fist still buried inside her.

— Yes, — she sobbed. — Please, I want both. Fill me up.

He withdrew his first fist slowly, and her pussy entrance stayed stretched open, gaping, her inner lips swollen and parted. He could see into her — her gaping hole pulsing, dripping, unable to close.

— Look how open you are, — he breathed. — Your pussy is gaping for me.

He pressed both fists against her gaping entrance — one above the other — and pushed. Her stretched entrance resisted, then yielded, and both his fists sank into her pussy together. She screamed — a raw, animal sound — as her pussy stretched wider than it ever had, her entrance gaping impossibly around both his wrists.

— Oh god, oh god, — she chanted, her voice breaking. Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit, both his fists buried inside her, her inner walls pulled taut around them. She was so full she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think — just feel the impossible fullness, the burning stretch, his hands inside her.

— Breathe, baby, — he murmured, holding still, letting her adjust. — Just breathe. Feel how full you are.

Her pussy walls were fluttering wildly around both his fists, pulsing and squeezing, and she was panting in short, sharp gasps, tears streaming down her face. But she didn’t ask him to stop. She never asked him to stop.

— Move, — she whispered. — Please. Move.

He began to pump both fists in and out of her pussy — slowly at first, then harder. Her entrance stretched wide around both his wrists with every stroke, her pussy lips pulled impossibly taut, glistening and quivering. She screamed with every thrust, the sound raw and desperate, her whole body jerking.

— Fuck, you’re so full, — he groaned. — Two fists in your greedy little pussy. Look at you.

He twisted both hands inside her, grinding his knuckles against her G-spot, and she howled, her pussy convulsing violently around his fists. She came hard — her walls clamping down on both his hands, pulsing and squeezing, a gush of wetness flooding down his arms.

— Again, — he ordered, and pounded both fists into her gaping pussy.

She screamed as he double-fisted her with brutal rhythm, both his fists driving in and out of her stretched, gaping pussy. Her entrance was spread impossibly wide, her pussy lips stretched to their limit, and every thrust sent shockwaves through her body. The wet sounds were obscene — slick, sucking, squelching.

Her pussy walls were rippling around his fists, fluttering and clenching, and she came again, screaming his name, her body shaking violently. He kept pounding her through the orgasm, his fists slamming into her gaping pussy, and she sobbed, overwhelmed, her mind blank with pleasure and pain and impossible fullness.

— You’re taking it so well, — he growled. — My perfect little double-fist slut. So fucking wide for me.

He changed his rhythm — one fist thrusting deep while the other pulled back, alternating, his hands working inside her stretched pussy like pistons. Her entrance gaped around both his wrists, her pussy lips pulled impossibly taut, and every alternating thrust made her scream.

— Oh god, I can feel both of you, — she sobbed. — Both hands inside me. So full.

He pushed both fists deep together, grinding his knuckles against her cervix, and she howled, her pussy convulsing around his hands. He could feel her whole body shaking, her thighs trembling, her back arching off the bed.

— Your pussy is mine, — he growled, pounding both fists into her. — Every inch of it. Stretched open and helpless.

Her walls were fluttering madly, rippling around his fists, and she was drooling onto the pillow, her eyes rolled back, her mind completely blank. All she could feel was the impossible fullness, the burning stretch, his hands moving inside her, filling her completely.

He thrust both fists in hard and held them deep, twisting, and she came again — screaming, her pussy clamping down on both his hands so hard he could barely move them. Her inner walls pulsed and squeezed in violent waves, and she squirted, fluid spraying down his arms.

— Fuck yes, — he breathed, holding his fists deep inside her spasming pussy. — Squirt all over me, baby.

He slowed his thrusts, savoring the feel of her stretched pussy wrapped around both his hands. He could feel everything — her hot, wet walls, her pulsing G-spot, the deep throb of her cervix. He curled his fingers and massaged her from the inside, and she whimpered, her pussy fluttering weakly.

— Please, — she whispered. — Please, I can’t take any more.

— Yes you can, — he said, and gave her one more deep thrust of both fists. — One more. Cum for me.

She exploded — a third orgasm tearing through her, her pussy convulsing around both his fists, her body arching off the bed. Her walls pulsed and squeezed his hands in rhythmic waves, and she gushed wetness all over his arms. He held his fists deep inside her, feeling every contraction ripple around his hands, until she went limp, whimpering.

Slowly, he withdrew both fists. Her pussy entrance stayed stretched open, gaping impossibly wide, her inner lips swollen and parted, and he could see straight into her depths — her gaping hole pulsing and dripping, stretched wider than ever before.

— Fuck, — he breathed. — Look at that. Your pussy is destroyed. Wide open.

He slid his fingers into her gaping hole — two, three, four — and they slid in with room to spare. Her stretched pussy was loose and gaping, unable to close, and she whimpered at how empty she felt after the impossible fullness.

— Now I’m going to fuck you, — he said, positioning himself between her spread thighs. — I’m going to fill this gaping pussy with my cock.

He pushed the thick head of his cock into her gaping entrance, and her stretched pussy swallowed him effortlessly. Her loose walls rippled around his shaft, and he groaned at the hot, wet heat.

— So fucking open, — he growled. — My cock slides right in.

He pulled out slowly, watching his shaft slide from her gaping entrance, slick and shining with her wetness. Her stretched pussy stayed open, gaping, pulsing — and he pushed back in with one hard thrust that buried him to the root. She cried out, her walls fluttering weakly around his cock.

— Feel how loose you are? — he murmured, grinding deep. — My fists ruined this pussy. Now it’s mine to fill.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and the new angle drove his cock even deeper. She screamed, her pussy walls rippling around his shaft, and he pounded her — his cock slamming into her gaping pussy over and over, his balls slapping against her ass. She was a moaning, shaking wreck beneath him, her pussy dripping, her walls clenching weakly around every thrust.

— Cum on my cock, — he ordered. — One more time. Cum.

She came — screaming, her stretched pussy convulsing around his shaft, her body shaking. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, his cock driving in and out of her spasming pussy, until she went limp beneath him.

He began to thrust, his cock spearing in and out of her gaping pussy with deep, hard strokes. Her stretched walls wrapped around his shaft, pulsing weakly, and she moaned, her pussy still tingling and oversensitive.

— Harder, — she begged. — Fuck me harder, please.

He grabbed her hips and pounded into her, his cock driving deep into her gaping pussy. Her breasts bounced, her body jolting with every thrust, and she pushed her hips up to meet him, taking every inch. Her pussy was dripping, wetness running down her thighs, the sounds of their bodies slapping together loud and obscene.

— Take it, — he grunted. — Take my cock in your destroyed little pussy.

— Yes, yes, — she moaned. — Give it to me. Fill me up.

He slammed into her, his hips slapping against her thighs, his cock thrusting in and out of her gaping pussy. She came again, screaming, her stretched walls clamping down weakly around his shaft, fluttering and pulsing.

— I’m going to cum in you, — he groaned, his thrusts getting faster. — Going to fill your gaping pussy with my seed.

— Yes, — she cried. — Cum in me. Fill me up, please.

He thrust deep, burying his cock to the root inside her gaping pussy, and exploded. His cock pulsed and throbbed, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her stretched pussy. She felt the hot rush filling her, pooling deep inside, her walls fluttering around his pulsing shaft.

— Take all of it, — he growled, grinding deep. — Every fucking drop.

He held himself buried inside her, his cock still throbbing, and she could feel his cum leaking out around his shaft, dripping from her gaping entrance. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him weakly, and he groaned.

When he pulled out, his cum poured from her gaping pussy in a thick stream, running down her thighs and pooling on the sheets. Her entrance stayed stretched open, gaping, unable to close.

— My beautiful, destroyed girl, — he murmured, lying beside her and pulling her close. — You took both fists like a champ.

— I love you, — she whispered, limp and shaking and blissful.

— I love you too, baby, — he said, kissing her forehead. — My perfect, gaping little slut.

He reached down and gently pressed his fingers to her stretched entrance, still gaping and swollen, still leaking the last of his cum. She whimpered softly, her oversensitive pussy fluttering at his touch.

— Shh, — he murmured, stroking her gently. — Rest now. You were incredible.

— Thank you, — she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. — Thank you for filling me.

— Always, baby, — he said, holding her close. — Always.

She fell asleep in his arms, his cum warm between her thighs, her stretched pussy slowly remembering how to close.