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.”
And I wanted it all, wanted it enough to make me grit my teeth and thrust back at them. “Fuck me,” I hissed. “Both of you, I want both of you.”
“You’ve got a beautiful pink gaping pussy,” Rick said. “But we’ve still a way to go.”
But I wanted it now, I wanted them now.
I propped myself up on my elbows, and the sight of those two gorgeous guys between my legs, eyes simmering and hungry and hot for me, was more than I could take. The fantasy boiled over, and Rick knew it. His eyes sparkled with knowing and he pressed his fingers to my clit.
“What a naughty little minx,” he said. “You are really something special, Katie.”
“I can take it,” I said. “I want it. I fucking want it.”
Carl’s eyes were so green under the stark hotel room lighting. He was taking my measure and I knew it, staring me out as Rick strummed my clit, those two fat toys still wedged in my pussy.
“I want it,” I repeated. “Fuck, I really want it.”
Carl pulled the toys out with a slurpy plop and I let out a breath.
“You want it?” he asked. “I’m not sure you’re ready.”
I groaned as he pushed his fingers inside, and this time he didn’t stop. He kept going until his hand was almost all the way in, and it burned a nice burn, ached a nice ache. Rick kept strumming, and my thighs were tense, straining.
Carl twisted his hand and it felt incredible, fucked up and messed up and so fucking surreal, but it was incredible.
“Do it,” I said. “Please.”
Rick looked at Carl, but Carl was looking at me.
“Please,” I repeated. “I want you. Both of you. I want you now.”
Another twist of his hand and I felt him sink deeper. He opened and closed his fingers inside me, just a little, and I felt all of it, every tiny movement.
“Ok, Katie,” he said. “Come for Rick, come for him with my hand buried in your delightful little slit, and then we’ll take you.”
I sank back into the covers, loving the way the sensation built, and even though I was about to be fucked by two men, two big men, I wasn’t nervous. The nerves were all gone.
I felt safe.
I felt wanted.
I felt like the most desirable woman on earth, lying there with my legs spread and my pussy filled to the hilt with cum and lube and the majority of Carl’s big strong fist.
My breath was even but deep, eyes closed as I focused on the need to come. Rick was so good, so skilled. He knew the right spot, knew the right speed, knew exactly what it would take to send my tender clit over the edge again.
And I went over the edge again.
I went hard.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck.”
And Carl pushed. He pushed until I felt a bit of a plop, and my pussy sucked him in, took his whole fist inside me.
“Yes,” he said. “Good girl, Katie. Good girl.”
I was borderline delirious, jerking and bucking and desperate to take them.
They didn’t waste time. I was still coming down when Carl pulled his hand from my pussy. He took Rick’s arm and nodded to the bed and Rick lay at my side. He reached for me and pulled me onto him as though I weighed nothing, and his cock was already waiting. I groaned as it slipped inside me, but there was no resistance this time. I was slurpy and wet and I slid up and down him like a watering mouth.
“Fuck, Katie,” he rasped underneath me. “I love the way you feel. I fucking love the way you feel.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and he held me to him, guided my head to rest on his shoulder as Carl appeared between my legs. He slapped the head of his dick against my clit. Thump, thump, thump.
“You’ve a beautiful cunt,” he said. “A beautiful pussy for a beautiful girl. You’re beautiful through and through, Katie. One