What Mary Sue did that time the air-conditioning broke 2/2
He stood in front of her, showing off, stroking his weeping dick slowly. "Want it, sugar? Wanna taste it?" He stepped closer and she was caught between them again. "I bet you want," his hand slipped down between her legs and she just spread open, as if he belonged there, "but not now, gonna take you now. Deep and hard and slow, gonna make you take every inch of me." He took hold of her flimsy panties and ripped them off her.
Mary Sue did squeal when Dean's fingers pushed inside, stroking her both inside and out. Sam behind her, still with all his clothes on, rocked gently against her back and she could feel the hardness trapped in his pants. She wouldn't survive this.
"Can you hold her, Sam?" Mary Sue hadn't gotten so far as to think of where they would do 'it'. She soon found out when Sam hoisted her up like she was a feather, holding her against him, legs held open by his strong arms. Could they really do it like this? She didn't care. Dean was up against her, cock nudging at her and she squealed again.
"You want it?" He asked again. "Not gonna be enough with this, my turn now," he pushed the head in, "then Sam's gonna have you." A little further in and she could feel the stretch, he was bigger than Joe, lots bigger than the small vibrator she had tried a couple of times. He pulled out again, taking himself in hand, stroking her cunt with the tip, slipping in the wetness that leaked from her. She needed more, needed him inside, he was driving her crazy with the gentle touch, slip, slide, nudge against her clit, against her hole. She forced her eyes open and looked back at him, "What are you waiting for? Come on, fuck me!"
Mary Sue could not believe she just had said that but obviously she had. She was rewarded with a 'good girl!' and a hard push in when Dean filled her to the core. He set a slow but hard pace, fucking her into Sam, making her take it just as he had said. She had to be in some kind of heaven, or was having fever dreams 'cause this was too good to be true. Mary Sue hung in Sam's arms, Dean's hand on her ass. It wasn't the most comfortable she had been through but to hell with that too, hard cock filling her and moving just right. Sam was a solid wall behind her, a wall that made the sweetest moans against her neck, telling her how good she was, how pretty when she grunted and tried to roll her hips against Dean's. She really wanted to be a good girl, for once.
It was building again. Mary Sue's toes curled and her legs twitched. The high pitched noises had to be coming from her, and she knew she and never sounded like that before. The hands on her ass moved, kneaded her ass cheeks in time with Dean's moans, spreading her and making more room for Dean. He slid in the last little bit and she felt him bump up inside her, deep as he could go. A finger skated lower, ran around her stretched hole and Mary Sue keened. When the naughty finger pressed against her back door, pressed just inside, she couldn't hold it anymore. She must have been shaking, they held her so tightly, she must have been howling, they kissed her so hard. Dean was rigid between her legs, pumping harder and faster, yanking her against him with every thrust and coming. Dear lord, she could feel him spurt inside, how his cock jerked and spewed.
She hung there again, around Dean's neck, panting. He was still inside when Sam let go and she curled her legs around Dean's waist. It barely registered when he carried her over to the table and laid her down. She heard the rustling of clothes being chucked fast and then Dean was gone, Sam leaned over her instead, holding her legs open, huge hands around her ankles.
The mild look on his face was gone, he looked hungry, like he could eat her alive. It almost, just almost, scared her, that look. He let go of her legs, wrapped them around his waist instead. He braced himself on the table, hands by her head and smiled, more teeth than anything, almost snarl. "You know how hot you make me? You wanna know what you make me want to do to you?" Mary Sue swallowed, did she want to know? She wasn't so sure when he looked like that.
"You're scaring her, man. Back off a little." Dean's voice had him whipping his head around. "Go easy, nice and smooth."
Sam looked back at Mary Sue, who swallowed again. "Do I scare you? Want me to stop?" He leaned down and licked her mouth. "Tell me no and I'll leave."
Mary Sue swallowed again, her throat was so dry. "No," she managed, "stay." She put her hands around his face and swallowed once more, trying to get her voice working. But she didn't have to, Sam leaned down and kissed her and there was that 'good girl' again, Dean stood by the table and whispered in her ear. "You gotta spread wider if you're gonna take him. He's fucking huge, gonna feel so good fucking you." His tongue slithered over her neck her ear, the corner of her mouth before he left.
Sam stood up, still between her legs, Dean behind him. Mary Sue looked up and then down and there was no end to the religious gratitude that night. Huge. Bigger than Dean's, no sagging flesh there either. She saw Dean's hand curl around it, stroking. "You ready?" he asked. Mary Sue nodded. What could she do really? Say no? Not fucking likely and she was so going to hell for all the cussing. She did not care. At all.
Dean held Sam, caressed her with him, stroking her labia, getting Sam's cock wetter. Nudging and teasing. She could see the strain on his face, the sweat on his forehead, pulse beating in his throat.
There really was too much of him, Mary Sue could only whine and pant when Sam pushed inside. Dean's hand stroked her thigh, up over her belly. He had moved to the side again so he could reach her and kiss her. His soft lips played over hers, tongue slipping inside, swallowing the noise she made when Sam bottomed out.
Dean groaned, "Fuck Sam, I can feel you in there. You're filling her up." He pressed harder against her belly and something sparked inside. Sam kept moving, more rocking in place than thrusting and Dean kept pressing. The spark grew with every twist and she tried to tilt her hips up, rock back, but she was held still on the table. 'Making me take it' swooshed through her head and she mewled like a cat at the insistent pressure. 'Hell yeah, make me take it,' she thought. And then she didn't anymore. Think that is. Sam upped the pace, holding her by the knees, grunting as he fucked her, Dean's hand on her belly and she was coming again.
She must have passed out, which was scary and kinda cool if you thought about it. Mary Sue blinked like an owl when she realized that she was tucked into bed. Still sticky and sweaty and aching all over but in a good way. She wondered briefly what time it was, when they had left. Mary Sue smiled. They. Hot damn skin flick coming to life. Dean and Sam. She stretched slowly, untangling her limbs. Shame that they were gone, she wouldn’t have minded another round. The mere thought of what they had done to her had her all tingly again.
"You're awake." Mary Sue almost fell out off bed. Dean stood in the doorway, buck naked. Sam came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist. They looked at her for a moment, then moved towards the bed, one on each side. The smiles were back, the hungry smiles that should have her running but instead she dropped the sheet she was holding. How could she not? These two, she had never seen anything so gorgeous before. Tall, slim, muscles. Half hard cocks and she hadn't really looked at cocks before either. Now she did, stared her fill, it was only fair since she had felt them both. Moving like cats, prowling more than walking, smoothing down on the bed, not dropping like Joe would. Mary Sue groaned. She would so not survive this but it was one hell of a way to go.
There was something menacing in having a man on each side of her in bed, yet still beyond exciting. To have not one but two guys wanting her so much. She could tell that they did. They were hard again and ready. The sheet was tossed on the floor and they loomed over her. She lay back and panted, heat flaring back to life. Sam bent down, licking her nipple and Dean chuckled at the whimper she couldn't hold back. "You didn't think we were done with you? Not by a long shot, sweetheart."
He licked her lips again and Sam slithered up to tangle his tongue with Dean's and hers. The roaming hands mapped her body, tickled all the right spots. Mary Sue didn't know what to do with her own hands so she just held on to what she reached, and that was lots. Broad shoulders and backs where she could feel the muscles rippling under the skin. Soft hair to tangle her fingers in. She got her hands down, stroking their bellies. There was more rippling muscle there, treasure trails leading down. Mary Sue had to groan again when she felt them, hard and leaking. Very carefully she wrapped her hands around them, squeezed a little and was rewarded with two sets of moans. She must have done something right, to judge from the sounds they made when she kept stroking, running her thumbs just under the heads, she had read that that spot was sensitive. She could so go on doing this but Sam crept lower again, kissing her belly and parting her legs. Mary Sue had a fairly good clue about what was going to happen but she had never had it done to her.
Wet and soft. So very soft, Sam's tongue stroking her, he held her open with his thumbs, running his tongue from her hole to her clit and back. She didn't know which way to go, push her breasts up into Dean's mouth or her cunt down into Sam's. She had no idea anything could feel like that, it was as she had a wire connected between her nipples and her pussy, sending sparks and jolts and outright firecrackers through her body. On some level she registered that Dean was laying half on top of her, holding her down, to stop her from twisting off the bed, still doing these impossible things to her breasts.
The first touch to her ass had her cringing a little, you didn't touch there. But she could still feel the light touch from before, which had made her come so hard the world had whitened out. She relaxed at the gentle nudge of Sam's finger. It wasn't so bad, really. Just strange. He kept licking and sucking at her, pushing his tongue into her, trailing it down where his finger was lodged inside her. And he was moaning under his breath. Joe had always said that it was icky to stick his tongue down there on her, that was why he had never done it. But Sam seemed to be having a great time, slurping away at her, grinding his hips down into the mattress.
Dean let go off her breasts, he did seem to like them a lot, what with the way he had fondled them. Not that she had any complaints about that, she hadn't known that she could feel like that just from having her nipples sucked and licked and tugged on.
He looked down on her, looking very serious. "Sam's gonna fuck your ass now." Just like that, like he commented on the weather. Mary Sue's traitorous tongue betrayed her again and she could only gasp. He couldn't do that. She tried to wriggle free but Dean had her hands pinned over her head, and Sam slipped another finger inside her. It burned a little when his knuckles pressed against her. He sure had big hands. But his cock was bigger, Mary Sue felt as surge of panic when she thought about it. He couldn't possibly fit. She struggled some more but still couldn't get away.
"No, no. Easy." Dean leaned over her. "Don't fight, it'll hurt if you fight. Just let him do it. You're gonna feel so good, promise." He grinned, easy as that. "I know, love having his cock in my ass."
Mary Sue stared at him, almost forgetting what Sam was doing between her legs. Right, they shared everything. An image of Dean on his hands and knees, Sam behind him, flashed before her eyes and damn that was hot. She was abruptly brought back when Sam pushed gods knows how many fingers inside her ass and twisted them. Mary Sue shouted, it hurt and it felt good and it was so damned dirty she was going to pass out before they were done. Dean kissed her, ate her mouth, sucking what little breath she had left away. "You know what more? He's gonna take your ass while I'm fucking your mouth. Think you can handle that?"
Cock in her mouth, she had never liked that. But the thought of Dean, hard and swollen had her drooling. She nodded enthusiastically, she could do that. "Thought so, gonna let you taste me. Fuck your mouth when Sam has your ass. Gonna skewer you between us." The grin was gone, he looked strained, holding back. "Make you take it."
Sam was up beside her, fingers still buried inside. "We have to do it now, can't wait anymore." She felt his hard dick against her hip. Huge. "Like this, get up on your knees."
He slid his fingers out, pushing her to her knees, crouching behind her. Mary Sue' spread her legs without thinking and holy shit he was sliding against her, all slippery. And then she felt him, felt something too hard and huge pushing at her too tight ass. Dean was sitting in front of her, "That's it, good girl, don't fight. Let him in." Mary Sue took a deep breath and tried to relax, she really really wanted to be a good girl.
"Gimme your mouth now." Dean's hand tangled in her hair, fingers around her head, holding her. His cock curved up against his belly, so very hard too, He was holding it up for her, stroking it slowly and the sight made her mouth water. She stuck her tongue out, to get a taste, licked the tip. Dean groaned, held her head down and pushed against her mouth. She thought she was going to gag but he stopped, just the head in her mouth. 'Lollipop', Mary Sue thought and sucked.
"Jesus! Sam, get to it." Dean pulled her off of him, when Sam pushed in. It hurt, burned and she tried to get away.
"Stop, stop, can't…" There was a half sob striving to get out but it didn't help. Sam kept pushing, there was no end to all the cock that filled her. She panted through an open mouth, tears stinging her eyes and still he kept going.
Sam made a strangled noise, swearing under his breath, mumbling takeitfuckhotass. Dean's dick pressed against her mouth again and she opened. He wasn't as gentle as he had been first, pushed in hard, almost gagging her. He was mumbling too, swearing. And she could not take it.
Sam drove in, his balls slapping against her. "Hurts? I know it does, but you'll love it. So fucking hot around me, so tight, jesus, you make me crazy." She couldn't answer, Dean was pumping into her mouth, not letting up, holding her head still and thrusting. Sam moved behind her, inside her, slow pull out and hard push in. They moved in sync, Sam pushing her down on Dean's cock and she was rocked between them.
"Close, Sammy, gonna come." Dean's voice was harsh, Sam made that noise again and drove in, held still.
Dean yanked her head up, off him again, jerking himself hard and fast. Mary Sue knew what was coming, she closed her eyes when the first hot spurt hit her. She felt his come dribbling down her face.
An arm around her belly and a hand in her hair pulled her up, Sam was sitting back on his heels, hauling her up in his lap. She howled when she was spitted even more on him, her body weight driving her down that last bit. Insanely full, bursting. Dean was up on his knees, head between her legs, licking her, licking Sam's cock moving in her ass. Tongue against her face, Sam was lapping up Dean's come, moaning. Hand hard on her belly and there was that spark again, igniting the flames. Tongue on her clit, lips sucking and good god again fingers playing in her empty cunt.
She had definitely passed out the last time she came. Daylight was seeping in through the blinds and she was alone now. The house was all quiet. Images of what had happened last night filtered through her head. Mary Sue gasped when she tried to sit up and quickly lay back down again. She was so not going anywhere soon. Maybe if she was really still they would come back again. Who knew? She smirked at herself, wishful thinking.
What she did know was how she had screamed the last time they had made her come. Sam's cock in her ass, Dean's fingers in her pussy, lips and tongues and hands everywhere. She looked at the window and drew a sigh of relief when she saw it was closed. Had it been open, the neighbours would probably have called the police, thinking she was being murdered, caterwauling as she had been.
She remembered vaguely how sweet they had been, cleaning her off, tucking her in. How they had kissed her swollen lips before the left. They could just have been a dream.
There is an epilogue to this. Mary Sue the Aftermath