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“Shh, just relax.”

She stiffened as oil hit the top of her buttocks, at the start of her crack, then trickled down the gulley. Its silken, slow slide got nearer and nearer to her asshole, then went over it, to her pussy.

“Hold her like this, Hugh,” Trig said. “I want to see what I’m doing.”

Her right buttock was gently shifted away from the left, exposing her further. “Like this?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh fuck,” she murmured, her head spinning, her heart pumping wildly, and a drip of oil leaking from her pussy lips onto the top of her inner thigh.

A finger followed the oil from the top of her butt crease. Trig’s, she presumed. It went lower, lower still, gliding on the greasy liquid, until it reached her asshole.

She stiffened when firm pressure was applied to the center. But her anus wasn’t breached.

“I was the first, wasn’t I, wildcat,” Trig said. “To touch you here, to enter you here.”

She was panting.

“That night,” he went on. “When I screwed you from behind, I pushed my thumb into your ass, and you tensed in a way that told me you’d never been fucked or even fingered there before. Am I right?”

“Yes.” She gasped.

“And is that still the case?”

“Yes,” Hugh said quickly.

“Yep,” Parker added. “We hadn’t got that far.”

“Oh fuck…” she muttered. “You mean…”

“That we want your ass?” Parker said. “Hell yeah.”

Trig eased his finger into her asshole. A smooth lubed glide until his knuckle stopped him from going any further. “There’s three of us, and you have three holes. Pussy. Mouth. Ass. If we all want to fuck you at the same time, little sis, you’re going to have to be able to give every big, hard cock a hole.”

His words screamed around her brain. Every big, hard cock a hole. Pussy. Mouth. Ass. “Oh god.”

“You can do this.” Parker squeezed her hands. “I’m here.”

She was thankful for him, but they all had such huge cocks. She doubted they’d even fit in her ass. And to take all three at the same time…how had they even dreamed up such a thing?

Chapter Twenty-Five

“Just relax,” Hugh said, reaching up and stroking Clarice’s hair. “And take what Trig is giving you.”

He was fingering her butt hole. Entering and withdrawing, repeating the action over and over.

She concentrated on the new invasion then when he added another finger, panted through the strange stretching of her anus. It didn’t hurt, it was just unfamiliar and dark and felt both forbidden and erotic.

“Fuck, that’s hot, watching you do that to her,” Hugh said. “It’s making me really fucking hard.”

“Tell me about it.” Trig chuckled. “My cock’s gonna burst out of my jeans soon.”

“Oh…oh…” She closed her eyes again, pushing back then rocking forward as Trig continued to fuck her ass with his fingers. She could only imagine the sight Hugh was talking about. Her exposed ass being breached, plugged, filled with Trig’s thick fingers. Her tight band of muscles stretching and quivering, her pussy lips swollen and her ass cheeks burning hot and bright. “Oh, please…”

“You’ll get what you need,” Trig said, not easing up. “Hugh, has she got a vibe?”

“Yeah, a small one, finger-sized, you know.”

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