“Fuck,” Carl grunted. “Now, fucking now.”
He tipped me up, pressing my thighs flat against my tits, and my ass rose from the bed, Carl deep enough as he came that I whimpered around Rick’s dick.
Rick’s cum was thick and there was a lot of it. It filled the inside of my cheek and flowed to the back of my throat. I sucked him dry, took it all, and he stroked my face with clammy hands, telling me what a perfect girl I was. How lucky they’d found me.
Carl was still inside me, still unloading. I loved the thought of it, knowing that big thick dick was spilling his seed so deep.
I felt good, like I’d done well. I was proud, and it bloomed through me.
I wanted to make them prouder still.
Rick pulled from my mouth and Carl kissed me, digging deep for Rick’s taste. He grunted his pleasure when he found it, and I felt him smile as Rick joined us, opening up the kiss to a three-way. I felt their breathing calm, and mine, too. I smiled as they pulled away, and I was happy, so happy.
“That was amazing,” I gushed. “That was really fucking amazing.”
Rick’s eyes twinkled, and he looked proud, too. Triumphant.
“I’m so glad we found you,” he said. “You’re incredible.”
Carl kissed my forehead. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I shook my head. “No. That wasn’t so bad.”
He pulled himself out slowly, and I felt raw without him. The two guys tracked down the bed and stared between my legs; hands touching me. I felt so exposed as they admired me, pulling my pussy this way and that and making positive affirmations.
“Nice,” Rick said. “She’s nice and ready.”
“What do I look like?” I asked. “Am I… open?”
“Your pussy is divine,” Carl said. He dipped his fingers in so I could feel it, and I felt so tender. Relaxed and loose, and wide. I tried not to think of the gape, of the view they were getting, but I really shouldn’t have worried. They wanted more, angling me this way and that, teasing me wider.
“We can see inside you,” Carl said. “It’s fucking beautiful.”
He reached for the bottle of lube from the dressing table and squeezed a load into his hand. It was cold against my clit. “We’ll keep going,” he said. “Don’t want you closing up.”
The thought brought a fresh rush of tingles.
Rick leaned over me, took a dildo from the row. It looked thick. Really thick.
I groaned as he tapped it against my pussy, and then he pushed it inside. “That’s it,” he said. “You’re a fucking star, Katie. A real fucking star.”
I put my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, concentrating on nothing but the sensation. It built slowly, one toy fucking me slow and deep, only to be replaced by another. More and more lube, more and more fingers on my clit. I hitched my breath as two toys ground their way into me, gave a little whimper, but it was a good pain, a good ache.
“Shit,” I said. “That’s intense.”
“Two cocks,” Rick said, and he was smirking. “Just not ours. Not yet.”
Not yet.
It was tight, really tight.
“Push,” Carl said. “Push against us, that’s a good girl.”
I pushed against the pressure and it ached and then it pained, just enough to make me squeal. I lifted my hips from the bed and circled and thrust, and they were pushing those toys right back at me. They fucked me, and I was sopping, pussy slippery with my wetness and an industrial quantity of lube.
I could feel how loose I was, loose but full, stretched and raw and horny as fuck.
“Push,” Carl said again. “Take it. Take it all.”