Pushing back against him, I want to invite him to probe me now. Now, while Will’s tongue is in my mouth, while Will’s cock is still pressed against my belly instead of between my thighs. Just my ass, I want Cass to take it.
“Yeah, you want that,” he mutters, reading my mind.
But what I feel is not his finger. His cock slides between my thighs, then slips between my ass cheeks. It’s so thick, I feel myself pull away.
“No,” he grabs me firmly, squeezing my thigh in his hand. “Give it to me, Libby. You know you want to.”
“It’s too big,” I object meekly.
“Not for you, sweetheart,” he continues in a hot whisper against the back of my neck. “It was made for you.”
As if to prove his point, Cass slips a finger past my pucker, then two immediately after. His fingers slide easily in and out of me and I feel myself open up, grasping for more.
“You see? You’re begging for it.”
Two fingers, I am almost certain. They pump in and out, slowly, stretching me a little wider. Then three. Three fingers in my ass all at once.
Slowly, I acclimate. It feels uncomfortable at first, like it’s going to be too much, but then my body adjusts. I go from thinking it’s too much to thinking it is not enough. I press back against him, craving more. Wanting it all deeper.
Will kisses me hard, sucking my breath away as Cass’s finger fucks my asshole. Will’s fingers twist my nipples gently, adding another layer of sensation to baffle my defenses.
When Cass’s dick slides between my ass cheeks again, I am more than ready for it. I know he was right. I need that fat cock in my ass.
“Ohhhhhh, Libby,” he grunts in my ear as he shifts his weight.
The fingers retreat, replaced by what feels like a fist. It is so fat, it just pushes against my ass, stretching me slowly. But he doesn’t give up or retreat. His breath is hot in my ear as he slides ever so slowly past the first tight ring.
It seems impossible, but then he is in me. I feel the tissues snap around him, hear his gasp of relief and lust.
Not too fast, he starts to thrust. Just a little bit at a time, he pushes deeper, then pulls back. I feel my fear melting away with each inch that he invades.
“You got some for me?” Will asks me suddenly.
I open my eyes, so overwhelmed with sensation that at first I don’t understand. But his fingers dance over my pussy, sliding into my vagina, running along the back wall to meet the mass of his brother’s cock, just a thin membrane away.
It seems impossible, but I know what he’s going to do. Cass holds steady, his arms trembling with the effort to restrain himself. Will bites my lower lip as he angles himself beneath me, then slides his cock into my pussy, stuffing me with an obscene amount of dick.
But it is just the right amount. They work in unison, guiding my hips for leverage, holding me tight so that everything works the way it should.
I can feel the passage where they almost touch each other, but not exactly. After this slow first thrust, they begin to work more quickly, drawing out and leaving me empty, then thrusting forward together, filling me back up, driving me to madness.
My mind shatters into a million pieces. I can’t begin to explain everything I’m feeling, but I know that I am safe, that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Sweating, turning, balanced in synchrony, our bodies piston together in an impossible combination. Both dicks plunging into me, my body welcoming and satisfying both of them.
In a short time, I find my hips pulsing to help them along. I can clench just a little bit and sense their surprise, the gradual shattering of their control. When it seems like I can’t take any more, they both hilt themselves, fucking me so deep I think I will split. Hot cum douses my insides, splashing to the end of the void and then making its way back out.
Astonished, I hold them both as they shudder and empty themselves into me. These giant animals. These magnificent men. They have shown me so much trust and brought me to places I could never have imagined.
I thought I knew what this would be like. I thought I had seen everything a person could see. Curious and willing to explore, I imagined I was the sort of person who had done the research needed to understand what fucking was really about.
But I had no idea. This is the real thing. Not pictures. Not pretty and lit by professionals. Real, sweaty, grunting, desperate. Trusting. Daring.
I am warm in their arms. So safe.
Chapter 23
Will