Page 31 of Triple Tidings
It doesn’t take long.
Nearly the moment my panties are gone, a large hand appears between my thighs, palming my sex from behind. I fall forward into August, accepting his deep, searching kiss, which muffles my cry of shock as Wells drives two thick fingers into my slippery opening.
“Oh,” I whine, fumbling blindly for the buttons on August’s shirt, eager to feel skin against mine.
Behind me, Wells moves his hand faster, fucking me. “Getting you ready,” he grunts, and each word seems to contain a rough, dangerous promise that makes desire twist in my belly.
August's shirt finally gives way, and he hisses as my palms settle on his bare chest. “Do you trust us, Lace?”
Maybe I should be a little more wary or concerned about what they have planned for me that requires such a question. My desperation outweighs anything else, though, and I find myself nodding with barely a second’s hesitation.
“Yes,” I moan, lifting to the tips of my toes, pushing back against Wells’ relentless assault on my tender opening. “I want it,I want it.”
Shoving a hand between us, August’s fingers find my clit, pinching the throbbing nub so roughly that I scream. My orgasm is so intense it comes close to pain, bursting white light behind my eyelids and tearing a scream from between my lips.
Neither of them relents, either, rubbing and thrusting and touching me until I’m so oversensitive I try to squirm away, panting.
I’m still recovering as August holds me close, murmuring filthy praise against my cheek as Wells vanishes from behind me. My body is loose and pliant, a toy for them to use, and I let out a wanton moan as hands appear on my waist, turning me.
Wells looms above me, his clothing gone and his impossibly big cock pressed right against my stomach, leaking stickyprecum onto my skin. “Come here, honey,” he hisses as he bends forward, and I gasp as his hands find the back of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly into his arms.
My legs are spread wide, my bare, swollen pussy pressed against Wells’ taut stomach. He kisses me hard, his tongue swiping open the seam of my lips, relentless and demanding in his desire to take from me.
I have nothing I wouldn’t give him freely, though.
Wells moves toward the bed and drops back onto the edge with my legs spread open over his lap, leaving my throbbing pussy open and defenseless. He doesn’t hesitate to seize the base of his dick, dragging it back and forth through my seam. “Take it,” he snarls against my lips, one hand biting into my waist as he lines us up, fitting my opening over the broad crown of his length. “Give me that slutty little cunt.”
My inner walls burn as I lower myself onto him, pushing myself past the point of comfort, forcing my body to accept his.
I only pause when my butt is in his lap, and I’m stretched open over every glorious inch of him, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as I struggle to adjust.
The sound of a door closing makes me lift my head, bemused, and catch sight of August, who has just re-entered the room. There is a bottle in his hand. Before I can ask where he went, though, Wells is easing us both back onto the mattress, careful to keep my body sealed against his.
I find myself sprawled on top of him, my thighs spread wide over his hips as he rocks gently in and out of me, more teasing than actually fucking. Even that has me out of my mind, distracted completely from August’s mysterious intentions, and it’s not until I hear the quiet click of a bottle being closed, that it registers exactly what I’m in for.
“Um.” I let out a wavering laugh, peeking over my shoulder as August climbs onto the bed behind me, naked and sohandsome it makes my teeth hurt. “Are you—” The question transforms to a wanton moan as the doctor takes hold of my hip in one hand, bringing the other—slick with lubricant—to the other hole between my cheeks.
Beneath me, Wells’ chest shakes with silent laughter. “Stay still,” he orders, pressing his lips to my jaw as I watch the muscles beneath the skin of August’s arm tighten with his ministrations.
I gasp as he slips a single finger inside me. This isn’t the first time having anal sex occurred to me, but the fantasies definitely never included having another,verylarge man already inside me. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “You’re both so big…”
“Shhh,” August hushes me, his lips curving in his trademark smirk, attention focused wholly on his task. “Let us worry about that.”
As far as reassurance goes, this isn’t especially helpful. My cheeks are blazing as I let my forehead drop to Wells’ shoulder, overwhelmed by the onslaught of stimulation between my legs.
Reservations or not, however, it’s not long before I lose myself in the moment. My pussy is drenching Wells’ cock, sloppy and swollen as he fucks me in tiny, agonizing pulses of his hips, leaving me on edge as August fills my untried entrance with one finger, then two, then three.
Neither of them seems to be in any rush, but every second of this only makes me more desperately horny.
But then, without warning, they’re both gone; Wells lifting me off his cock as August’s stimulation ceases, leaving me horribly empty.
“Patience,” Wells hisses, easing me down over his shaft, allowing me a few seconds of grinding before his hands tighten on my hips, keeping me still. Behind me, August shifts hisposition, and as the broad head of his cock bumps my rear entrance, I’m so worked up that I’m not even a little afraid.
I will take anything.
That doesn’t make it easy, though, and my cry splits the quiet of the room as he eases forward. Even with all his careful preparation, my reluctant entrance doesn’t give way easily. We both groan as my body finally yields to the intense pressure, burning from the stretch necessary to accommodate the intrusion.
Panting, I try to shift and squirm, but a large, male hand—I don’t know whose—settles on the base of my spine to hold me still.
