Page 137 of Crushing Clover

“Her nails are sharp. We need to get this bitch declawed,” Saint grumbled.

“Declawing them is cruel. It leaves them with no natural defenses.” I heard Rush say this from what felt like a distance. Saint’s fingers dug almost painfully into my thighs, but that was only fair, considering my nails were probably tearing holes in his shirt.

Saint eased out slightly, and for a moment I felt like I might be able to breathe, but then he shoved back in, gravity impaling me on his dick before I was ready to take it again.

“Jesus. You should see her face,” Rush commented.

I tried to school my features, but the brutal pressure of having them so deep made it impossible to try to look pretty.

“Move her over this way.”

“Fuck, Rush—you couldn’t ask before Lucky put it in?”

“I was distracted by the view.”

Awkwardly, they shuffled us sideways, but I was too distracted to look in Rush’s direction.

“Here, baby. You look like you need something to suck on.” Abruptly, Rush’s cock was in my face, and for a wild moment I thought he was levitating. Instead, I realized he was sitting on a decrepit loading dock, that looked like it might fall apart at any moment. It was an awkward height to blow him, but it might be workable, despite the poor ergonomics being a definite OSHA violation. “Come on, sweetheart.” He made a sound like he was trying to coax an animal to take a treat, and I was so distracted, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and started to suck.

Jeez. Did he have me trained?

“Pull out for a sec,” Saint ordered.

“Who, me?” Lucky sounded incredulous.

“No, Mr. Dick-in-my-face.”

Rush pulled out of my mouth, and I glanced at Saint.

“Open her mouth for me.”

Rush grabbed my jaw and forced it open.

“Perfect.”

Without warning, Saint spat in my mouth. I blinked at him in weirdly aroused mystification, but Rush took my still-parted lips as an invitation, and pushed his cock back in as Saint gave me a look of heated satisfaction. Rush shoved in deep, choking me, and I grunted a muffled protest. All three of them groaned in appreciation.

Sadists. The lot of them.

I wanted to struggle, but I was afraid to move.

Unfortunately, they weren’t.

The dicks inside me started to move—in, out, in—the pattern far too practiced. I didn’t like thinking about how many girls they must have done this with, but soon I wasn’t thinking of anything but how full I felt, and how helplessly trapped. I regretted having eaten so much at the restaurant, because it felt like they were stirring my guts with two gigantic metal implements. The cock fucking my mouth made it nearly impossible to puke, thank god. Saint would kill me if I puked in his face.

“There,” Lucky whispered in my ear. “Is that finally enough cock for our filthy little slut?”

The sound I made wasn’t words, but apparently it was all the answer he was expecting.

“Fuck, she feels so damned good,” Saint said, but I wasn’t sure who he was talking to. I didn’t much care.

I did my best to suck Rush’s cock, but I alternated between choking on it and forgetting I was supposed to be doingsomething. Being used by all three of them at once always blew my mind, and doing it upright was even more intense.

“Now is the real race,” Rush said, sounding thoroughly entertained. “Will she be able to come before we do?”

Pulling back, I let his cock pop free of my mouth. It immediately smacked Saint in the face, leaving a glistening trail of my saliva on his cheek.

“Hey!” both Rush and Saint complained.

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