“What, Brent?” she murmured throatily, already starting to reach for our cocks. “Anything, I promise.”
And that’s all I needed to hear.
“Honey,” I rasped again. “We need you to beg. These last two weeks have been so fucking awful, get on your knees and beg us to fuck you.”
Her eyes flew open again, twisting around to meet mine. The sweet pools of caramel were so luscious, so wide that I could have melted boneless into them. But I can be a nasty mofo too.
“Get on your knees,” I growled throatily, eyes burning. “Do it.”
And the girl gasped then.
“I- I’m not sure,” she stuttered. “I mean, of course I’ll beg you, I want you so much, but … my knees?”
And both Jason and I nodded, nostrils flaring, big bodies heaving.
“Absolutely,” he grunted. “Do it.”
And slowly, oh so slowly, she dropped to her knees, her curvy form quivering, looking at us wide-eyed.
“Like this?” she whispered, barely audible.
“Exactly like that,” I nodded.
But Jason was a dirty fuck and cocked his head, looking at her.
“No, it’s better if she’s naked,” he ground out. “Take off your dress and start over.”
And Katy colored then, the flush spreading beautifully over her cleavage, but her hands obeyed. Slowly, oh so slowly, she began undoing the buttons on her floral dress, the fabric falling away, and oh god, but the female creaminess made my dick jut out like the prow of a ship.
“Fuck,” I rasped, gazing at those mountainous white breasts, “you didn’t wear a bra.”
And she nodded slightly, flushing even pinker.
“I thought of you guys so often that my nips got raw rubbing against the fabric,” she whispered. “So I stopped wearing one, it was easier.”
And after all the buttons were undone, the thin cotton fabric fell away leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.
“These too?” she whispered, breasts heaving up and down with excitement as she fingered the elastic, looking between me and Jason.
I grunted, nodding.
“All of it. Off,” I said harshly, brooking no argument. And oh fuck, but she’d gotten bigger in her two weeks away and there was so much hefty flesh, the expanse of white so delectable, so delicious, that my cock wept as I stroked it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jason had pulled himself out and was palming his fuckpole too, grunting slightly as his fist moved up and down, the tip leaking.
And finally, finally, our little girl was nude before us, pink kitty bare, kneeling on the floor.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded. “Show us your clit.”
The little girl inhaled quickly again but knew better than to question our orders. She inched her knees apart until that pink slit was clearly visible and reached one soft hand between her thighs, pulling apart her labia, those fleshy lips opening like a curtain, showing us her achy, stiff clit.
“Like this?” she whispered. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
And my pole leaked cum like a faucet now, there was literally a pool of the good stuff on the floor under my dick, seeing that huge, throbbing clit, almost as big as my thumb.
“That’s it,” I growled, eyes glued to her snatch. “Now beg.”
Katy inhaled once slowly, eyes flickering, dropping for a second to take in our ten inch rods, ready to fuck, massive, dominating, before licking those pink lips wetly and pulling her labia apart even more, baring that hot channel.
“Please,” she breathed, her words like the sweetest song to my ears. “Please, Brent and Jason, come fuck me, please, I love you.”