Page 76 of Princess Claimed

“She can take more,” Phil says. “I want to see how she stretches.”

Crusher instantly adds a third.

My back arches up at the slight pain that quickly switches to pleasure as the added girth fills me almost as well as a cock, but it’s not the same. Not in the least. It’s less deep and the skin feels different, and the pulsing blood is harder to detect.

But while it’s no cock, Crusher’s knuckles are pushing against me everywhere as he slides and twists his fingers inside me, spreading them at times and pulling them tightly together to form a tight rod at others.

“Harder.” Phil’s command makes me tremble, and then Crusher starts rapidly pumping his digits inside me, pushing as deep as he can.

A low moan erupts from inside me as my body squeezes against the thick intrusion, welcoming it, trying to eke out every ounce of stimulation.

Maybe this is all Phil had in mind. Maybe he doesn’t want to see Crusher’s cock penetrate me after all. If this is everything I get, I don’t care. I’m more than willing to yield to whatever these men want from me right now, especially when it’s giving me so, so much pleasure.

“Give her your cock,” Phil says. “Go in slow, so I can watch you stretch her.”

Crusher’s fingers vacate my body in a flash.

I gasp, my hips pulsing against the soft surface below me as I get used to the empty feeling, but within seconds, the damp hardness of Crusher’s cock is pressing against my entrance.

“Spread her open.” Phil commands. “I need to see.”

As he continues to press against my entrance, Crusher uses his fingers to open my folds and my ass cheeks widely, and Phil grunts his approval. Then Crusher pushes harder against my opening.

Bracing against the burning pain, I grip the handles tightly. Given Crusher’s size, not to mention Phil’s, this part is best done quickly, but Crusher is progressing unbearably slowly. I concentrate, willing my muscles to relax, wanting to invite him in, but instead, my entrance is screaming in protest.

Finally, his thick head breaches my entrance and stops there, stretching me wide. I cry out, but it’s silent. I have no air left to make sounds.

“Deeper,” Phil says. “Slam in.”

Crusher obeys, and I’m split in two.

I tug back on the handles, shocked I don’t break them, mirroring the way he’s just broken me, but the second Crusher’s fully inside, I’m overwhelmed by pleasure.

Deep inside me, he pauses, his cock pulsing against my walls, and the intense burning and fullness spreads warmth through my entire body, reawakening my strong need and erasing the pain of entry.

An orgasm is coiling inside me already, and I wonder if I can climax like this, without any friction, with only his thick organ pulsing while deeply housed inside mine.

But I don’t get to carry out that experiment.

Crusher begins to thrust. He pounds into me so hard and fast I can no longer wonder about anything but surviving.

“Slower,” Phil says.

Crusher groans, but does as Phil asks, thrusting into me over and over, sliding so carefully I can detect the shape of his head as it progresses; feel the slight upward curve of his shaft, the thick ridge along its underside. He’s moving so slowly I sense every ridge and vein of his erection.

“Holy shit,” Crusher says. “Fuck.”

“Feels good going slow, doesn’t it?” Phil chuckles, his tone so deep it rumbles through me.

“You good, my love?” Phil asks and I nod against the fur under my head.

Crusher pauses for a moment, probably reacting to what Phil called me, but then he moans as he starts up again.

The feeling is pure bliss. Both men are big, but it’s amazing how different their cocks feel inside me. As he penetrates my body, Crusher’s essence penetrates me too, flowing into my blood stream, enhancing my pleasure and giving me energy.

When he pushed in, I felt close to an orgasm, but I’m over stimulated now, cresting right on the edge of a climax that has no intention of arriving. That’s fine. I could last like this for hours, Crusher thrusting slowly and deeply inside me as I ride a never-ending wave of pleasure.

My breasts rub against the fur, and the softness stimulates my hard nipples, yielding even more pleasure. I shift my torso, adjusting the pressure, switching up the ways the fur is caressing my breasts, as Crusher’s cock nails me into the bench. With these men, every time I reach a new peak of sexual experience, they introduce me to another.

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