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“Fuck.”
They all look between each other, like they’re having a silent conversation.
“She’ll need prep,” Tate says.
“A lot of it,” Ares agrees. “And Callan can’t go sticking that monster in her ass. She’ll die.”
Callan rolls his eyes. “I want her mouth anyway. I didn’t get enough of it before. And I wouldn’t want to hurt her by making her take me and someone else down there.”
“I’ll fuck her pussy then,” Ares says.
“No complaints from me,” Tate replies with a grin.
I don’t have any complaints either, but secretly I do wonder what it would be like to have Callan and one of the others, stuffing me so full and leaving room for nothing else. Part of me wants to prove I can take it, but that’s probably better to save for a different time.
They find a bottle of lube—in Tate’s suitcase, of course—and gather on the bed with me. There’s a moment of discussion about the best way to do this, and they end up lifting me up so Tate can slide under me. My legs are spread obscenely wide, and Ares drizzles lube down my pussy, letting it run down to my crack.
Tate’s fingers are there to rub it in, massaging around that ring of muscle that hasn’t really been touched like this before.
Ares has the easy job, and he works himself into my pussy, sliding home with a few short strokes. He fills me up so good, and I moan for him, clenching down around the welcome intrusion.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Get in her quick, Tate.”
“I thought you were going to be the king of stamina tonight,” Tate mutters. But he starts working my ass open, first with one finger and then with two.
It feels odd, like something is going in that shouldn’t be, and it takes me a few long moments to relax and start breathing again.
“Have you ever let anyone fuck you back here before, pretty girl?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No. Never.”
“Fuck, I like that.” His voice is wrecked around the edges. “I like that I’m the first person to ever fuck you here. Ares might have had your pussy first, but I’ll always have claim on your ass.”
And then I feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against my ass, and I nearly come undone right there.
“Breathe for me,” Tate urges, and I do, relaxing enough that he can start to work his cock into my ass.
It feels huge back there. I’ve taken his cock before, so I know what it feels like, but something about having him back there, while Ares is filling my pussy, is enough to have me shuddering with sensation. I don’t think I’ve ever been this full before in my life, and no matter how I shift, all I can feel is them.
I’m so turned on that my eyes are swimming with tears just from how overwhelming it is. And then Callan drags his knuckles down my cheek.
“Open up for me,” he says, his voice low and deep.
My mouth falls open immediately, and he starts sliding into my mouth.
He’s so fucking big. Even with my jaw stretched to its limit, it’s a tight fit. I moan around him as the thick weight of his cock slides across my tongue, and there’s no room in my head to be self-conscious about the way I’m drooling all over myself.
I’m stuffed so full, every hole occupied by one of them, and it’s going right to my head. And to my pussy, which clenches and spasms around Ares’ cock. He hisses with pleasure and starts to move.
That gets them all moving, and I—
I feel like I might shatter apart from the intensity of it. Ares fucks deep into my pussy, and Tate presses up into my ass, both of them moving in tandem. I can feel them rubbing on all the most sensitive parts of me, and it makes my eyes roll back into my head.
Callan fucks deeper into my mouth at the same time. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag a little. He just gives me a moment to catch my breath and then works his way back in.
It’s so much, and it’s so, so good.
I feel out of my mind with pleasure, caught between the three of them. They’re grounding me though, keeping me from flying off into space somewhere from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through my veins.
