wrapped his fingers in my hair, held me tight as he thrust in further. He hit the back of my throat and I breathed through the gag reflex.
He groaned his pleasure.
“Relax,” he said. “Don’t fucking bite.”
I wondered what he was referring to, until Rick pulled his fingers from my ass. I felt empty and open, and then I felt the thick head of him, pressing to my open hole.
Carl kept his cock in my mouth, and I squirmed a little, squeaked around his dick.
“I’ve been looking forward to this,” Rick groaned, and then he pushed.
He pushed and grabbed at my hips and levered himself inside me as I tensed.
Oh my God, it was big. Oh my God, it was sore and tight and sharp. Oh my God, it felt so fucking good when he pushed all the way in.
I knew I loved anal. I fucking loved the way it felt.
I closed my eyes, sucked on Carl.
Squeaked again as Rick pulled out for another thrust.
“Your ass feels fucking divine,” he hissed. “Oh sweet fucking Christ.”
Carl’s dick twitched in my mouth. “Fuck her,” he said. “Fuck her, Rick, loosen that tight little hole.” His hands reached under me, slipped under my tits to pinch at my nipples.
He pushed into my throat until I retched.
“Good girl,” he rasped. “Suck me.”
I did suck. Sucked and moaned and writhed a little as Rick took my ass.
It hurt, and then it didn’t. It hurt until it didn’t hurt at all.
I spread my legs wider, pushed back at him, and he liked that.
“Fuck,” he laughed. “Fuck, Carl, look at our sweet little Katie. She’s fucking loving it in the ass.”
“Something you’ve both got in common,” he said, and his words made my clit tingle.
He pulled out of my mouth and I panted. “Harder,” I said. “Fuck me hard, Rick.”
“My fucking pleasure,” he groaned and slammed in all the way.
Carl stepped aside, and then he left us. My heart dropped to see him walk away, but Rick just picked up pace. He pressed his hand to the back of my neck, held me firm. “Fuck me with your asshole,” he hissed. “Work it.”
I wriggled my hips, bucked back at him, cried out as his fingers wrapped under my thigh to strum at my clit.
And then Carl came back, with one of those floor standing mirrors. He positioned it in front of me, checking out the view from my angle.
I saw Rick’s face, saw his smile, the lust there. It set me on fucking fire.
I met his eyes and I begged him for more, begged him for harder, begged him to fuck my fucking ass, and I didn’t care how dirty it felt, I wanted it all.
My eyes widened as Carl appeared behind the both of us. I caught sight of him in the mirror and so did Rick, and Rick jolted in shock as Carl pushed him forwards.
Rick’s weight pushed down on me, and it felt good. His chest pressed against my back, and he moved from his hips, circling and grinding while I groaned under him. I watched Carl’s eyes as he tugged at Rick’s jeans. I felt them come down, the denim rough against my bare thighs.
“Fuck,” Rick hissed, right in my ear.
Carl picked up the olive oil, and he dribbled it from high. Rick kept fucking, kept pumping me, but he was groaning.
“Yes,” he grunted. “Fuck me, Carl. Fuck my ass.”
I saw Carl’s arm pistoning, and Rick cried out, his body tense against my back, and he went still, his cock deep in my ass, and Christ it was heaven.
Carl shifted position, tipping his head back as he pressed up against Rick, and I felt the extra weight, the extra pressure.
It felt amazing. It felt dirty and delicious to be pinned so tightly under two.
Rick cried out as Carl pushed inside, and I felt it, I felt his pain. His mouth was hot against my neck, his breath ragged. He clenched his teeth for the second push, and I felt that one, too.
And then Carl fucked Rick, hard and deep as he grunted and groaned. Hard and deep as his balls slapped against Rick’s underneath him, and Rick’s balls slapped against me. I could hear it all.
Carl fucked Rick and Rick fucked me, and the image in the mirror was amazing.
And we all groaned and grunted and bucked and writhed and breathed in jagged breaths.
My God, it was everything.
Carl took Rick’s hair in one hand and mine in the other, and he met our eyes