Femboy’s Double Anal Debut

Watched my latest video with Finn… now reliving every inch of being stretched by two thick masked cocks.

The evening light had already slipped away from my bedroom window, leaving only the soft blue glow of the laptop screen to paint the walls and our half-naked bodies. Finn and I sat propped against the headboard of my bed, shoulders brushing, our pants shoved carelessly down to our thighs. My right hand moved with lazy familiarity around his six-inch cock, feeling it curve slightly upward, hot and pulsing against my palm as I stroked him in slow, twisting pulls. In return, his fingers curled around my own five-inch length, pumping me with that relaxed, knowing rhythm we’d fallen into so many times over the past months. The faint, musky scent of precum hung between us, mixing with the quiet sounds of our breathing and the wet slide of skin on skin.

On the laptop balanced across our laps played my latest upload—the thirty-minute video Finn had captured just two days earlier. It had exploded in popularity almost immediately, climbing faster than anything I’d posted before. The thumbnail showed me in that tight black mini dress, the hem barely covering the lower curve of my thick rear, my shoulder-length dark wavy hair—finally allowed to grow unchecked over the past couple of months—falling softly around my face while glossy red lipstick made my full lips shine under the lights. The title promised exactly what my growing subscribers craved: a pretty femboy getting thoroughly used by two black men.

The video opened with Darnell and Lamar pulling me onto the couch between them. Their strong hands were already roaming, eager and rough. Darnell, the taller and leaner one, had smooth dark skin visible on his arms and neck, a sharp jawline hinted beneath the black 3-hole knitted ski mask that left only his eyes and mouth exposed. His white tank top clung to his defined chest and shoulders, loose gray basketball shorts hanging low on his narrow hips, and that thick silver chain catching the light with every movement. Lamar, stockier and broader through the chest with a noticeable gut, had a full black beard peeking from under the lower edge of his identical mask and short, tight-cropped hair. His powerful arms filled out the black graphic tee, baggy cargo shorts straining over thick thighs, and a gold watch glinting on his wrist.

Those men had texted me two weeks after our first wild night together. The message came late one evening while I was lying in bed scrolling through comments on my page. It was short and direct: “Yo, we can’t stop thinking about that fat ass. You down for round two?”

My heart immediately started racing. The memory of how roughly they had used me last time sent a familiar throb between my legs. I bit my lower lip, fingers hovering over the screen for only a second before I replied. I agreed immediately, but made one clear condition: I wanted to bring my best friend Finn along to film the entire encounter for my OnlyFans.

To my surprise, they accepted without any hesitation. Their only demand was simple — they would wear masks the whole time to keep their identities hidden. “As long as we can wreck that pretty hole again, we don’t give a fuck,” Darnell had replied, followed by a laughing emoji from Lamar.

That was all it took. Next weekend I showed up at their apartment dressed like their perfect little slut, knowing exactly what was coming.

They kissed me hungrily, tongues sliding deep into my mouth in turns, tasting me while their palms explored without restraint. Darnell’s long fingers slipped under the short hem of my black mini dress, gripping the soft, heavy flesh of my chunky ass and squeezing hard enough to make the plush curves spill between his digits. At the same time, Lamar pushed the dress higher, his broader hands cupping the gentle conical swells of my chest. He kneaded them possessively, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples until they tightened into stiff peaks under the thin fabric. I arched between them on screen, a soft, breathy moan escaping my glossy red lips as their rough handling sent sparks racing across my light brown skin.

“Fuck, you feel even better than last time,” Darnell murmured against my mouth, his voice low and hungry through the mask. His fingers dug deeper into my rear, spreading the thick cheeks apart and letting the cool air tease the thin strip of my black g-string.

Lamar chuckled, pinching one of my nipples harder through the dress. “This soft little body… those pretty eyes and pouty lips. You’re dangerous, boy.”

They didn’t waste time stripping me. The tight black mini dress was peeled up and over my head, tossed aside to leave me kneeling between them in nothing but the skimpy black g-string that barely contained my smooth groin, the silver hoop earrings dangling from my lobes, and the glossy black high-heel pumps strapped around my ankles. The four-inch heels made my shapely legs look endlessly long, forcing my curvy hips into that natural, inviting tilt. My own dark, shoulder-length wavy hair fell softly around my round feminine face, the smoky eyeshadow and heavy mascara making my large brown eyes look even bigger and more alluring.

I dropped eagerly to my knees on the floor in front of the couch, my glossy red lips parting as I reached for them. My soft hands wrapped around both thick shafts at once—Darnell’s longer eight-inch veined cock on the right, Lamar’s thicker seven-inch one on the left. I stroked them slowly at first, feeling the heavy weight and pulsing heat, then leaned in to press open-mouthed kisses along Darnell’s length. My tongue dragged flat from base to tip, tracing every bulging vein before I swirled it around the fat, glistening head, tasting the salty precum that beaded there.

“Mmm… so big and warm,” I whispered breathily, my voice trembling with need as I looked up at the masked faces through my long lashes. I parted my full lips wider and took Darnell’s cock into my mouth, sucking the head with wet, noisy pulls while my tongue pressed firmly underneath. I bobbed deeper, relaxing my throat until more than half his length disappeared between my stretched lips, gagging softly when the head nudged the back of my throat. Saliva built quickly, coating him slick as I pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my shiny red lips to his shaft.

I turned to Lamar next, repeating the devotion on his thicker cock. My pouty lips stretched wider around his girth as I sucked him in, hollowing my cheeks with firm, hungry pressure. My tongue swirled relentlessly along the underside while my hand continued stroking Darnell’s slick length in steady twists. I dropped lower on both of them in turn, nuzzling my face into their heavy balls. I sucked one of Darnell’s smooth, full balls into the warm heat of my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue, lips stretching around the sensitive weight as I lavished it with slow, worshipful licks. Then I moved to the other, bathing the entire sac in long, sloppy strokes before switching to Lamar’s heavier pair, sucking and lapping with the same eager hunger until both sets of balls glistened with my spit.

The men groaned above me, their masked faces tilting down as hands fisted my wavy hair. Darnell took control first, holding my head steady while he pushed his eight-inch cock deeper into my throat. I gagged wetly around him, eyes watering as the thick head forced its way past my gag reflex, my throat convulsing visibly around the invading length. Saliva poured from the corners of my stretched lips, running in shiny rivulets down my chin and dripping onto the soft conical swells of my bare chest.

“Fuck yes, choke on that dick,” Darnell growled, his lean hips rocking forward in steady thrusts that made my wavy hair bounce. “Look at those pretty eyes watering while you take me so deep.”

Lamar didn’t wait long for his turn. He gripped my hair and fed his thicker cock between my glossy red lips, stretching them obscenely as he pushed in. I hollowed my cheeks harder, sucking with noisy, desperate pulls while my tongue worked frantically underneath. He fucked my face with rougher, shorter strokes, his balls slapping wetly against my chin as more spit spilled messily down my neck and chest.

I kept alternating between them, my soft hands never idle—stroking whichever cock wasn’t currently buried in my throat, twisting at the heads, fondling and rolling their heavy balls while my mouth worshipped the other. The lewd, wet sounds of gagging and slurping filled the room as they took turns using my throat, pushing deeper until my large brown eyes streamed with tears and my pouty lips glistened with thick strands of saliva.

Darnell eventually pulled me off his cock with a wet pop and moved behind me on the floor. He yanked the thin back strap of my g-string aside, exposing my smooth, tight hole completely. I felt his hot breath first, then the broad, wet drag of his tongue from the base of my full sac all the way up my crack. He licked hungrily, swirling around my pucker with sloppy, insistent strokes before spearing the pointed tip inside me. The wet heat invaded deep, his tongue fucking in and out with messy, probing thrusts that made my inner walls flutter and clench around the slick muscle.

“Oh god… your tongue feels so deep inside me,” I moaned breathlessly, pushing my chunky ass back against his face while Lamar kept his cock in my mouth. Darnell groaned against my skin, the vibration traveling straight through me as he ate me with greedy enthusiasm, his hands spreading my soft, heavy cheeks wide apart so he could bury his face even deeper. His tongue worked relentlessly—lapping, swirling, thrusting—while his fingers soon joined in. One thick digit pushed inside alongside his tongue, then two, pumping and scissoring roughly to stretch me open. He curled them deliberately, rubbing firmly against that sensitive spot deep inside until my five-inch cock twitched hard inside the g-string, leaking steadily against the delicate lace.

The sensations built fast—Darnell devouring my ass from behind while Lamar fucked my throat from the front, their hands roaming constantly. Fingers pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples, making the soft conical swells of my chest jiggle with every rough touch. Sharp slaps landed on my plump rear, the stinging heat blooming across my light brown skin and making the thick flesh ripple under their palms.

“Such a greedy little hole,” Darnell muttered, pulling his tongue free with a wet smack before shoving three fingers deep inside me and twisting them roughly. “Already opening up so nice for us. This plump ass was made to get fucked.”

They finally pulled me up and positioned me on all fours on the floor. Darnell knelt behind me, gripping my wide curvy hips as he lined up his long eight-inch cock and thrust forward in one smooth, deep motion. The stretch burned sharp for a moment as my smooth walls yielded around his veined girth, but the fullness quickly turned delicious. I moaned loudly around Lamar’s cock still filling my mouth, my body rocking forward with every powerful thrust from behind. My chunky ass rippled visibly each time Darnell’s hips slapped against me, the glossy black high-heel pumps planted wide on the floor for balance as my wavy hair swayed with the rhythm.

Lamar held my head steady, sliding his thicker length in and out of my throat while Darnell railed me from behind, their coordinated movements making my soft body jolt between them. Saliva dripped freely from my stretched lips, running down my chin and onto the soft swells of my chest as I gagged and sucked with eager desperation.

The scene shifted as they moved me onto my back on the low coffee table in front of the couch. My legs were lifted and spread wide apart, knees pushed back toward my shoulders until my glossy black high-heel pumps pointed toward the ceiling, the thin straps still wrapped snugly around my ankles. The position tilted my thick, chunky ass upward perfectly, fully exposing my slick, puffy hole.

Lamar moved between my widely spread thighs, his stockier frame casting a shadow over me as he gripped the backs of my knees and pushed them even further toward my shoulders. My glossy black high-heel pumps pointed straight up toward the ceiling, the thin straps hugging my ankles tightly while my thick, chunky ass tilted upward in a vulnerable, fully exposed angle on the low coffee table. The position left my smooth light brown body completely open to him, my curvy hips flared wide and my soft conical breasts rising and falling rapidly with each nervous breath.

I felt the blunt, slick head of his thicker seven-inch cock press firmly against my already-sensitive entrance. My large brown eyes widened, locking onto the narrow slits of his ski mask as he began to push forward.

“Wait… it’s still so tight,” I whimpered softly, my voice breathy and expressive, pouty red lips parting around the words. “Go slow at first… please.”

Lamar only chuckled, low and rough, his full black beard shifting beneath the lower edge of the mask. “You took one already, pretty thing. This hole can handle more.” He didn’t stop. The thick head stretched my ring wider, the burn flaring sharp and hot as he sank the first few inches inside me. My inner walls clenched instinctively around the invading girth, a mix of stinging pain and deep, throbbing fullness making my shapely thighs tremble in his strong grip.

Darnell stood right beside the table, his longer eight-inch cock still hard and glistening. He reached down with one hand and wrapped my soft fingers around his veined shaft, guiding me to stroke him slowly while his other hand roamed over my exposed chest. His long fingers cupped one of my soft conical breasts, squeezing the yielding flesh before his thumb and forefinger pinched the stiff nipple, rolling it firmly until a needy gasp escaped me.

On screen and in real life, the stretch from Lamar’s thicker cock felt overwhelming. Every slow inch forced my smooth hole open wider, the burning sensation radiating through my core as my body struggled to accommodate him. I moaned louder, my shoulder-length wavy hair spilling across the surface of the coffee table, dark strands sticking to my flushed round cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight,” Lamar growled, his stockier hips pressing forward another inch. “This plump little ass is so tight even after Darnell opened you up. Look at that cute tiny cock twitching on your stomach. Barely five inches of useless boy-meat on such a soft, girlish body. Pathetic… but it makes you even hotter.”

The humiliating words sent a shameful rush of heat through me. My five-inch circumcised cock stood rigid against my lower belly, the full sac drawn tight beneath it, leaking a steady bead of precum that trickled down toward my navel. I couldn’t hide how much their rough talk affected me.

Lamar finally bottomed out, his thicker cock buried to the hilt alongside the memory of Darnell’s earlier use. He held still for a moment, letting me feel every pulsing inch stretching me wide, before he started moving in slow, deep strokes. Each thrust made my chunky ass ripple softly, my high-heel pumps swaying in the air above me as my curvy hips rocked with the motion.

Darnell kept my hand stroking his long shaft, occasionally slapping the heavy length against my soft breasts or twisting my nipples harder. “Keep pumping me while he fucks you,” he ordered, voice low through the mask. “That’s it… good boy. Your pretty face looks even better when you’re getting your hole wrecked.”

The steady pounding from Lamar built steadily, the angle allowing his thicker cock to grind relentlessly against that sensitive spot deep inside. Pleasure began to overtake the burning stretch, turning my whimpers into longer, needier moans. My expressive voice filled the room as I rocked my hips up to meet him. “It’s so deep… I can feel every thick inch moving inside me,” I gasped, my large brown eyes glassy with sensation. “Don’t stop… it hurts but it feels too good.”

They didn’t plan to stop.

After several minutes of Lamar railing me on the coffee table, they lifted me again. Darnell sat back on the couch, his lean athletic frame relaxed as he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him facing away, my glossy black high-heel pumps planted on either side of his thighs. Reaching back with one hand, I guided his long eight-inch cock back to my slick entrance and sank down slowly, taking him all the way until my thick, soft ass cheeks rested fully against his hips. The position spread me open beautifully, letting every inch fill me completely.

I started riding him with deep, rolling bounces, lifting my curvy hips and dropping back down so my plump rear slapped rhythmically against his lap. My wavy hair bounced around my shoulders with every movement, glossy red lips parted on constant breathy moans. The four-inch heels gave me perfect leverage, allowing me to grind and circle my hips, feeling his veined shaft drag along my inner walls.

Lamar stood beside us, stroking his thicker cock as he watched. “Look at that fat ass bouncing,” he muttered, voice thick with lust. “You ride dick like you were made for it.” He stepped closer and fed his cock into my mouth again. I sucked him eagerly while continuing to ride Darnell, my body caught perfectly between the two masked men—mouth full and ass stuffed, soft conical breasts jiggling with every bounce.

The rhythm grew faster, more intense. My chunky ass clapped loudly against Darnell’s thighs as I slammed myself down harder, chasing the deep fullness. Lamar’s thicker shaft stretched my lips wide, sliding in and out of my throat with wet, gagging sounds as fresh saliva ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest.

Then came the moment that made the video so popular.

Lamar moved in front of me while I remained fully impaled on Darnell’s cock. Darnell gripped my wide hips tightly, holding me still as Lamar pressed the slick head of his thicker seven-inch cock against my already-stretched hole, right beside where Darnell was buried deep.

I whimpered, large brown eyes widening in genuine discomfort. “Wait… it’s too much,” I mumbled meekly, voice trembling even as my body stayed presented between them. “I don’t know if I can take both…”

“Shh, you can,” Darnell murmured, his hands keeping my hips locked in place. “Relax that greedy hole for us.”

Lamar pushed forward slowly but relentlessly. The pressure was intense—sharp, burning pain flared through my core as my ring was forced to stretch impossibly wider around two thick cocks at once. I cried out, the sound muffled by Darnell’s long fingers now filling my mouth, my body tensing hard as inch after inch of Lamar’s girth forced its way inside alongside his friend. The stretch felt overwhelming, sharp flashes of pain mixing with an overwhelming, almost unbearable fullness that made my vision blur and my thighs shake violently in the glossy black heels.

Tears welled in my large brown eyes as they both bottomed out, their cocks pressed tightly together inside my ass, stretching me wider than I had ever been stretched before. The burn was intense, every tiny movement sending sparks of pain and deep, throbbing pressure through my entire lower body.

“Fuck… so tight,” Lamar groaned, his stockier frame pressing against my back. “This boy-pussy is squeezing us like a vice. Look at you taking two real cocks at once, you little slut.”

They began to move—careful, shallow thrusts at first, gradually opening me up around both thick shafts. The pain slowly started to blend with overwhelming pleasure as my hole adjusted, every coordinated movement grinding relentlessly against my most sensitive spots. My five-inch cock pulsed untouched on my stomach, leaking steadily as the intense double penetration pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

My moans grew louder and more desperate, muffled around Darnell’s fingers as my curvy body trembled between them. The stretch was almost too much, yet the deep, sinful fullness made my hips twitch instinctively, trying to take even more.

The relentless pressure finally became too much. My hole clenched wildly around both cocks as a powerful, untouched orgasm crashed through me. Thick ropes of cum pulsed from my small cock, splattering across my soft lower belly and conical breasts while my entire body shuddered and spasmed, waves of intense pleasure ripping through every nerve ending.

The tight rhythmic squeezing of my climax nearly pushed both men over the edge soon after. They pulled out hurriedly, leaving my hole gaping and twitching, then stood over me as I slid weakly to my knees on the floor between them.

They took turns fucking my mouth roughly one last time—slapping their slick, ass-flavored cocks against my cheeks and tongue, shoving deep into my throat until fresh saliva ran messily down my chin. Finally, they stroked themselves furiously, aiming at my upturned face and soft chest.

Thick, copious ropes of hot cum erupted across me—splattering my glossy red lips, painting my flushed cheeks, streaking through my wavy hair, and landing heavily on my soft conical breasts. I swallowed what landed directly on my tongue, the salty warmth sliding down my throat while the rest coated my pretty face and chest in messy, glistening trails.

The camera slowly zoomed in on my cum-streaked, debauched expression as the video faded to black.

Back in my bedroom, Finn and I stroked each other faster, our breathing ragged as the final moments played out on the laptop. The sight of my own face covered in their loads, combined with the tight grip of his hand around my cock, sent us both over the edge almost simultaneously. Thick ropes of warm cum spilled over each other’s fingers as we shuddered through our shared release, chests heaving.

We stayed there for a long moment, catching our breath, hands still loosely wrapped around each other’s softening lengths. Finn eventually reached for the laptop and scrolled down to the comments section. This video had become my highest-rated release yet. The comments flooded in—praise for how naturally feminine my shoulder-length wavy hair looked without a wig, how eagerly I had worshipped both cocks, and especially the raw, painful intensity of the double anal penetration. Many subscribers fixated on the visible discomfort in my eyes during the stretch, the way my body trembled, and how hot it was to watch a pretty femboy like me get used so thoroughly despite the obvious difficulty.

Some begged for more double penetration scenes, others complimented Finn’s steady camera work for capturing every angle of my submission, the rough groping of my soft chest, and the way my chunky ass had jiggled under their hands.

I leaned my head against Finn’s shoulder, still feeling the pleasant aftershocks and the faint lingering ache from that wild night two days ago. At sixteen, with my light brown body still carrying the memory of being stretched so wide, that deep, secret thrill pulsed stronger than ever inside me.

Finn gave my spent cock one last gentle squeeze before wiping his hand on a nearby towel. The comments kept scrolling endlessly, feeding the hungry part of me that only seemed to grow with every new upload.

This was only going to get bigger.