Page 32 of Triple Tidings
“That’s it,” coos Wells, his beard rough against my cheek. “You’re doing great, honey.”
August hisses, “Relax for me, Lace. Deep breaths.”
“You can take it,” Wells promises me. His hands grip my ass, holding me open, and allowing August to sink deeper.
There is nowhere for me to go, and nothing else for me to do but take it. My legs are still bracketing Wells’ hips, and my pussy is still pressed snug against his rigid shaft as August looms over me from behind, fucking his way into my virgin ass.
It’s… Too overwhelming. Too hot. Too deep.
Too much.
I never want it to end.
A deep, rumbling groan issues from the man beneath me as August gives me a little more than I’m ready for, and I buck against their hold, whining.
“You’re getting wetter and wetter,” Wells murmurs approvingly, and his fingers tighten on my bottom as he steals a brief, searing kiss from my parted lips. “You like being a good little fucktoy for us, huh?”
The noise I make is half laugh, half moan. Even in my very horniest of daydreams, it never would have occurred to me towant this. The things we’re doing, the things they’re saying to me, are so filthy that I’ll probably spend the rest of my life blushing when I think about them.
My clit bumps the bulbous crown of Wells’ cock, and as I tremble, I feel my body open, allowing the remaining inches of August’s to fill me. It’s sudden and sharp, and a little painful.
Good, though. Really good.
“Oh,” I whimper, my forehead falling back to Wells’ chest as August begins to pulse gently in and out, giving me just enough to adjust.
“Keep your ass up, just like that. That’s a good girl,” he grunts, his forearms straining as he holds himself over us on the mattress.
Against my slick, aching pussy, Wells’ shaft throbs. “She’s ready for it. Fuck her nice and hard. Loosen her up for me.”
Wells tilts his chin in silent invitation, and August dives forward. Dizzy with lust, I watch as the guys kiss, harder and harsher than either of them would me. They’re caught up in each other, making out as the pace of August’s thrusts becomes rough and unapologetic.
I cry out every time his hips meet my ass, our skin slapping together, and the force of every thrust pushes my slick sex over the erection resting—waiting—against Wells’ lower belly.
Never, not once in my entire life, can I recall ever being so totally uninhibited and shameless. They’re praising it, too. As the room spins around me, my eyes fluttering closed as I focus on the overwhelming onslaught of sensations, deep, male voices are telling me how good I feel. How tight I am. How perky my tits are. How good it’s going to be when I’m taking them both.
It isn’t long before I’m begging for it. “I want it,” I sob, my entire body shaking as my arousal floods over Wells’ cock, and August’s fingers are so tight on my hips that there will be bruises. “I want it so bad.”
“Come then,” someone growls.
Like a switch being flipped, my body goes off, pleasure surging up my spine and through every nerve in my body, and I’m still coming when August stops fucking me.
He’s still inside my ass, long and thick, and as he adjusts his stance, my hips are guided up, too. I’m so hazy from my orgasm that I don’t realize what’s happening until it already is.
My entrance is still tender from what they did to me last night, and the intimate muscles pull and burn in protest as Wells reaches between our bodies. His jaw is strained as he guides himself into position.
I’m having some second thoughts here.
“It’s not going to fit,” I whisper, my voice breaking through the chorus of ragged breathing and groaning bedsprings. “There’s no way.”
In response, August pulls me down.
I’m stuffed full, filled so completely and abruptly that I scream, my body convulsing in an orgasm that is both the most intense and the most painful of my life.
The pressure is impossibly intense. They’reeverywhere, taking up every last bit of space inside me.
Me, the horny little slut who ended up naked and sandwiched between two men who are both old enough to be her father.
There is no finesse to the way they fuck me. I’m caught in a greedy, animalistic mess of hands and cocks, and bare, damp skin. I’m shoved back and forth between them, sometimes filled by one or the other, other times by both. Sometimes I find myself empty, and my moan of protest turns to a squeal as they both shove their way back in at once.
