That Night I Ended Up Between the Two Tenants

My name is Daniela and, before I start, I’ll tell you a little about myself so you can get an idea. I’m twenty-eight, average height, and, according to people, I’ve got a little good-girl face. Defined waist, small but firm tits with nipples that are always awake, and a round ass that always got attention. I’m flirtatious, I admit it, and when it comes to fucking I turn into someone else: a horny slut. What I’m about to tell happened a few years ago, and even today I still remember it getting me wet all by myself in bed.

Back then I was twenty-four. My parents were separated and I lived with my mother in the house my dad had left us. There was an extra room, so she decided to rent it out to bring in some extra money. Two Venezuelan brothers who had just moved to the city arrived, around thirty and twenty-seven. They were looking for a cheap roof over their heads while they found work, and my mother thought it was a good idea.

The day I met them they were putting away the few things they’d brought with them. I had just gotten home from work, tired, wearing nothing provocative: a black suit, fitted but formal. Even so, I felt their eyes running over me without shame, lingering on my tits and my ass with a boldness that made me squeeze my thighs together. They didn’t say anything out of line, but that look stayed etched in my mind all afternoon, and in the shower I ended up slipping two fingers into myself thinking about them.

Days passed and my mother started relying on them for repairs around the house. That gave them access to almost every corner, and I noticed they were always looking for any excuse to pass by my room. “Need anything, Daniela?” they’d ask with a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent. I pretended not to notice, but inside I liked the game, and more than one night I fell asleep with my hand between my legs imagining the two of them coming in without knocking.

The first one to make a move was the younger brother. It was a Saturday morning and I was hanging clothes out in the patio. I was wearing a short, tight pair of shorts that rode up between my ass cheeks. He stayed standing behind me, watching while I hung up one piece after another, including my underwear.

“Do you only wear ones that tiny?” he asked, pointing at a pair of panties. “They’re really pretty.”

It made me laugh more than it embarrassed me.

“Sometimes I wear even smaller ones,” I replied without looking at him.

“I can’t even imagine how good your pussy must look in there,” he murmured.

My stomach tightened, and I noticed my thong getting wet just from hearing him talk like that, with no filter, as if he were already fucking me with his voice.

***

From then on, it was the older one who started seeking me out the most. He had a different kind of confidence, a slow way of talking that made me nervous in the best way. One weekend I was going out partying with my friends. I’d put on a short black dress and a thong of the same color, almost nothing under the fabric. As I crossed the hallway I ran into him.

“You look like I could eat your cunt whole,” he said, raking his eyes over me. “Have fun. I’ll be waiting for you tonight with my dick hard.”

“Thanks,” I answered, and left almost breathless, with my thong already stuck to me from how wet I was.

All night that line kept turning over in my head. I danced, drank a little, some guy invited me onto the dance floor and I had a good time, but that promise was still there, throbbing between my legs. I’ll be waiting for you tonight with my dick hard. I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I got home around one in the morning. My mother knew I’d gone out, so I just texted her to let her know I was home and going to bed. I walked down the dark hallway and, when I turned the corner, I saw him: the older brother was outside his room, leaning against the frame, a glass in his hand.

“How’d it go?” he asked softly.

“Good, kind of calm. I needed to clear my head,” I said.

He offered me a sip of what he was drinking. It was tequila. I accepted it, since I wanted to keep the night going. We stayed there in the hallway, drinking a couple of glasses. I could feel his eyes dropping to my legs every time he thought I wasn’t noticing. Then he invited me in.

His room was small and smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne. He poured me another glass and said it again, this time closer.

“That dress looks incredible on you. I’m going to rip it off you with my teeth.”

I sat down on the only chair he had and, as I did, the fabric rode up a little on my thighs, revealing the edge of my thong. His look changed. It wasn’t curiosity anymore: it was pure hunger. He put on music on a small speaker, first cumbia and salsa, and pulled me out to dance. He pressed me against his body with one firm hand on my waist, taking advantage of every turn to grind against me and shove his bulge into my hip.

Then he switched to reggaeton.

“You know how to dance to this?” he asked in my ear.

“A little,” I said.

“Show me.”

Reggaeton is danced pressed close, and he took full advantage of that. He grabbed my hips and made me grind against him. I felt his cock against my ass, growing slowly, hardening against the dress until it became a hot rod wedging itself between my cheeks. I let myself go, rubbing myself shamelessly, circling my ass over that bulge, until his rough voice made my skin prickle.

“Do you like what you feel, slut?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Tell me what it is.”

“Your cock,” I whispered. “Your hard cock against my ass.”

***

He spun me around and kissed me. It wasn’t gentle: it was a possessive kiss, with his tongue going all the way in, the kind that doesn’t ask permission. I gave it back to him just as hard, sucking on his tongue like I was already blowing him. His hands started roaming all over me, down my back to the hem of the dress, grabbing my ass from underneath with both hands and spreading my cheeks apart. A long moan escaped me when he slid his fingers beneath my thong and found I was already dripping.

“You’re soaking, dirty girl,” he said against my neck, sliding one finger in slowly and deep. “Your little cunt gulps me down on its own.”

“Ah… more,” I panted, opening my legs wider.

He slid a second finger in and started pumping me right there, standing up, while with his other hand he tore at the straps of my dress. He pulled the fabric down to my waist and caught one of my nipples with his mouth, sucking hard, tugging with his teeth, switching from one to the other without stopping his fingers inside me. I hung from his neck, trembling, feeling his thumb find my clit and rub it in circles until my knees went weak.

“You’re going to come like this, standing up, like a bitch,” he told me. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”

And I came. I came all over his hand, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream, with the walls of my pussy squeezing his fingers and a warm gush running down my thigh.

He pulled away for a second, sat down in the chair, and pushed his pants down. When I saw it, I lost my breath. He was big, thick, with the vein marked from top to bottom and the head purple and shining with need. It was more than I’d ever had before.

“Come here,” he said calmly, gripping it at the base. “It’s yours. That’s why I told you I’d be waiting. Now suck it all.”

I knelt in front of him and took it in both hands. It barely fit. I kissed the tip, stuck out my tongue, and licked him from the balls to the head, slowly, looking him in the eyes. Then I took it into my mouth. At first just the tip, running my tongue over the frenulum, and he let out a growl that got me even wetter.

“That’s it, suck it all, all the way to the back.”

I swallowed him little by little until I felt him hit the back of my throat and tears blurred my vision. I pulled him out with a string of saliva, caught my breath, and took him in again. I grabbed his balls with one hand and jerked him with the other while I sucked him, moving my head up and down, letting the spit run down my chin. He grabbed my hair and started setting the pace, fucking my mouth mercilessly until I felt him swell even more between my lips.

“Enough, or I’m going to come in that little mouth,” he growled, pulling away from me.

He lifted me up and took me to the couch against the wall.

“I want to taste that little cunt.”

He put me on all fours, moved my thong aside, and spread my ass cheeks with both hands. I felt his hot tongue run over my pussy, back to front, sucking my lips, slipping in with the tip, and then moving up to my little asshole to lick that too, without disgust, circling the little hole and pressing his tongue in. He did it so well that all I could do was moan and push my hips against his face, rubbing myself over his mouth like a bitch in heat. He slid two fingers into my pussy and kept licking my ass until I started shaking all over.

“I’m going to come again,” I panted.

“Come on my tongue.”

And I came. I screamed against the back of the couch, squeezing his fingers with my pussy, my legs convulsing. When I couldn’t take it anymore, he straightened up.

“Now yes. Now I’m going to split you in two.”

He got behind me, slid the head of his cock over my cunt lips, coating himself in my juice, and entered slowly, making room for himself centimeter by centimeter, while I leaked with need. I felt him fill me, felt him stretch me, felt him hit bottom until a rough moan escaped me. He held me by the waist and started fucking me, harder and harder, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in with a sharp thrust. The sound of his balls slapping against my clit filled the room.

“What a fucking good pussy you’ve got, slut,” he grunted. “Squeeze my dick with that.”

I couldn’t stop myself from shouting.

“Shut up, my mom will hear us,” I whispered, repeating what he himself used to tell me with a grin between his teeth, though he answered by driving it in harder.

He yanked my hair back, arched my back, and fucked me like that for a good while, one hand on my waist and the other squeezing one of my tits. Then we changed positions. He sat down on the couch and asked me to ride him. I obeyed. I positioned myself on top of him facing away, grabbed his cock with my hand, and slowly lowered myself, feeling it slide all the way in until my ass touched his thighs. I rode him slowly at first, going up and down, feeling him all the way to the bottom, and then faster, lost in the sensation, bouncing on him with my tits out and my eyes rolling back. That was exactly when the door opened.

***

The younger brother walked in without warning. I froze, impaled and halfway through a motion, with the older one’s cock buried deep inside me and the instinct to cover myself. But the older one held me by the hips and forced me to keep moving.

“Relax, keep riding me,” he said, and then, to his brother: “Take a lap, brother.”

“Why should I leave?” the other one answered, not moving from the doorway, staring at my bouncing tits. “She can make me happy too. Look at how much she’s enjoying it.”

The older one turned my face toward him, never stopping his thrusts from below.

“Would you do it? Would you make him happy too? Would you suck my brother’s dick while I fuck you?”

I stayed quiet for a second. When I looked at the younger one, he had already taken off his clothes, and he had a cock as big and thick as his brother’s, hard, pointing at me. Something inside me gave in. I nodded slowly, biting my lip. I moved on the older one again, picking up the rhythm, and the younger one came closer and put it in my mouth without saying a word. I opened up and swallowed it in one go, sucking it while I bounced on his brother. They had me split between them, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth, and I moaned with the cock inside me, choking, letting them fuck my face and my hips at the same time.

Then I lost sight of the younger one for a moment until I felt him behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks and his tongue tracing my little hole. I slowed my rhythm on the older one to make his job easier. The younger one started with one finger, slick with his saliva, then two, opening me patiently because it had been months since anything had gone in there. He stretched me slowly, circling his fingers, while I stayed impaled on his brother.

“You’re tight,” he murmured. “I’m going to get you loosened up real good.”

When he felt I was ready, he spit into his hand, coated his cock, and placed the head against my ass. I clenched my teeth and let him in. I felt the tension, the burn at the start, a sting that made me hold my breath, and then, once he got past the ring, a deep pleasure that blurred my mind. I was split between the two brothers, still for a second, with one cock in my cunt and another in my ass, taking in the impossible.

“I’ve got her all the way in,” the younger one said, gritting his teeth. “What an ass, brother, I’ve got her all the way in.”

They started coordinating. One went in while the other pulled out, not giving me a second to breathe, synchronized as if they’d practiced it a thousand times. I could feel the two cocks brushing against each other inside me, separated only by a wall of flesh, filling every space, and I moaned uncontrollably, biting the back of the couch so I wouldn’t wake half the house. The older one sucked my tits while the younger one dug his nails into my hips and fucked me from behind. I had a couple of orgasms in a row, one after the other, with my pussy and ass clenching them at the same time, until I lost count and ended up drooling on the older one’s shoulder.

“I’m coming,” the older one suddenly growled. “I’m coming inside.”

“Yes, inside,” I begged him. “Fill me up completely.”

The older one was the first to finish, driving himself all the way in and emptying inside me with a long spasm I felt through and through, shot after shot filling my pussy. A little later, the younger one clenched harder, thrust a few more times, and let go too, coming inside my ass with a muffled grunt. I felt the hot load flooding me from behind, leaking out when he started moving.

When they pulled out, they asked me to clean both of them with my mouth, and I did it without thinking, still trembling, kneeling between the two of them. I licked their cocks one by one, sucking down the last drop of semen mixed with my juices, looking them in the eyes as I swallowed everything. They held my head and smiled.

I got dressed in silence, my cunt and ass dripping with cum, and tiptoed back to my room. The next morning I woke up sore, my legs spread, the sheets stained, but more satisfied than I’d ever been in my life.

After that night I kept seeing them, though they were so taken with me that they no longer wanted to share me. They started seeking me out separately, each on his own, making sure the other one didn’t find out. And me, I’ll confess, I let both of them put whatever they wanted wherever they wanted. That’s one of those real experiences a woman never forgets.