Page 109 of The Tangle of Awful

Images assault me again, but these are forbidden and fiery hot. I wonder if they’d ever try to take me at once.

“Dad,” Spencer rumbles. “Feel inside of her. She likes this.”

Hugo groans and sits up on his knees. His eyes are lava as he draws them to where Spencer is still fucking me with four fingers.

“Get the lube,” he instructs Spencer. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

I whine at the loss of Spencer’s hand. I’m so empty now. I need them to fill me.

I’m transfixed by the way Spencer coats his fingers with lube and then grabs his dad’s hand, spreading it over his fingers as well. Their fingers thread together, making sure to get the lube on every inch of their digits. They pull their hands apart and then Spencer’s fingers are back inside, easily sliding in. Hugo lies down beside me, mouth close to mine, and slips a finger in with Spencer’s.

Five fingers total.

Still not as thick as either of their dicks.

“More,” I whimper.

Hugo’s mouth seals over mine and then I feel the delicious burn as my body stretches to accommodate more of his fingers. Spencer’s tongue finds my other breast and he nips at the flesh. Neither of them stops moving their hands, stretching and reaching deep and rubbing all the sweet spots.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

“I need,” I rasp out. “Oh, fuck, I need more.”

Spencer slips his hand out and rolls onto his back. “Get on my dick, leech.”

Hugo pulls his hand away and then smacks my pussy. “Listen like a good girl, Love.”

With shaky limbs, I scramble over to Spencer. My mouth falls to his, kissing him eagerly as I rub my pussy against his body until I’m sliding over his cock.

“Guide her in, Dad,” Spencer rumbles.

I feel Hugo’s hand between us, helping Spencer’s cock to push inside me. Then, Hugo’s fingers are also pushing inside. It’s wild and crazily delicious.

“You want us both fucking you, Love, don’t you? Need us both inside your pretty pussy, owning every inch of you?”

I whimper and moan. “Y-Yes. Oh God.”

Hugo’s fingers slip out as he gets on his knees. His palms find my hips as he straddles us both. I gasp when I feel the head of his thick cock, rubbing against my pussy lip. Spencer’s movements are shallow but steady.

“Is this possible?” I croak out. “Will I break?”

Spencer chuckles. “Nothing could ever break you, baby. You’re a Park.”

Not really. Not legally. But in spirit? Hell yeah.

“Hugo,” I beg. “I need to feel you too.”

He grabs for the lube and starts pouring generous amounts down my ass crack. Spencer hisses when Hugo coats not only my pussy lips but also his dick. Then, Hugo grunts. Slurping sounds can be heard as he slicks up his own cock.

“If you cry,” Spencer murmurs, “it’ll just turn me on more. I’ll lick up the tears you make from letting a father and son tag team you.”

“I won’t cry.” I nip at his lip. “I want this.”

Hugo takes that as permission to proceed. He starts working the head of his cock into the same hole his son is deep inside. It burns like nothing else I’ve felt. Tears fill my eyes, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t care if they rip me in two. I need this. I need to feel them. I need to take this sensation everywhere I go, long after this moment is over.

Hugo’s crown teases in and out, slowly. It’s torture, but I understand the need to take his time. A woman isn’t designed to fit two dicks inside her at once.

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