a host of expletives. My legs felt weak as I came down, but it didn’t matter, they had me.
Carl grabbed a tube of something from the toiletries rack, and I figured he was going to soap me, but he didn’t. “It’s lube,” he said as he squeezed some out into Rick’s hand. He did the same in his own, and I watched him work it all over his cock. He took me from Rick, guided my arms around his neck and lifted me by my waist. I knew what was coming. I gripped him with my legs, holding myself up as he positioned his cock against my pussy. I lowered myself slowly, taking him an inch at a time.
“Good girl,” he said, and his hands were under my ass, hitching me up and down. He filled me up, thumped deep, and I leveraged myself, gripping hold and working that gorgeous dick, wanting it deeper and rougher and harder.
I was getting used to this, used to two, used to taking it and wanting more more, always more.
I felt Rick at my back, his chest against my skin. I cried out as wet fingers pushed their way inside my asshole, working in sync with Carl’s thrusts. I groaned as he opened me wider, leaning back to rest my head on his shoulder. “More,” I said. “Fuck me.”
He pulled out his fingers and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks, and I readied myself, took a deep breath.
I let out a groan as he pushed inside. It took a few slow thrusts, Carl slowing to a standstill to let Rick work his way in. I hitched down on Rick carefully, so carefully, gritting my teeth as I went, groaning as he pushed past the tightness. He pressed his lips to my ear.
“I’m in,” he said. “We’re both fucking in.”
“I know,” I hissed. “I can feel you. It’s deep. It aches. It really fucking aches.”
“Want to stop?” he asked, but I shook my head, consumed by the joy of having these guys as mine.
They were mine. They were really mine.
“Don’t stop,” I said. “I never want you to stop.”
Slowly we moved, slowly they fucked me, alternating strokes, one in one out, until I loosened, until I stretched enough to squirm, wanting more. They changed their timing, matching thrusts, grunting as one and fucking me deep, two big dicks inside me.
“Fuck,” Rick said. He kissed Carl’s mouth over my shoulder. “I can feel you,” he said. “Your cock feels so fucking good, Carl. So fucking good.”
I could feel them thrusting, could feel Rick’s piercings as he pressed tight against Carl’s cock.
“Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder!”
They fucked me harder. They fucked me rough. Slamming into my holes as they grunted and jerked and worked me into a quivering mess.
Carl braced himself against the wall, and Rick slammed in, and it really hurt, but it was a perfect hurt. I could feel the pressure in my belly building, nerves tense and achy, the need for release backing up in me. It was coming. I was coming.
I let out quick moans, levered myself up and down, over and over until the guys started grunting, their balls slapping wetly together. And it was fucking heaven.
“Fuck,” Carl said. “You’re so fucking tight, Katie, perfectly fucking tight.”
“Gonna come,” Rick groaned. “Need to fucking come.”
“Do it,” I hissed. “I want to feel you.”
I was crying out as they came, lost to the pleasure as they jerked and grunted and dumped their loads inside me. I stilled, my arms around Carl’s shoulders, catching my breath as they caught theirs.
I let out a groan as Rick pulled out, and my ass felt empty and sore. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and self-consciousness ate me up.
“Fuck,” he said. “That’s fucking beautiful.” He pushed his fingers inside and they went in so easily.
I groaned again as Carl lifted me from his dick. He kissed my lips, then lowered me, and my legs felt weak and bandy as I took my own weight.
He reached another bottle from the rack, and he smiled.
“Body wash this time,” he said, and lathered me up.
It felt like bliss.
One hot shower, two hot guys. I soaped them, and they soaped me, and then they soaped each other for good measure. I giggled as they washed my hair, too many suds, far too close to my eyes, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
Finally, they held me, and held each other, and I breathed in the comfort of the moment.